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Healing Hands. || Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader. [ONESHOT.]
There are not many beings that Geralt trusts to tend to his wounds. Amongst the limited few is a novice woodland witch - one that he’s long felt affection for.
Explicit Sexual Content. Witch!Reader. Hurt/Comfort Elements.
WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. Wounds and Injuries. Explicit Sex (F!Receiving Oral & Vaginal). Reader Has Long Hair - But No Other Physical Descriptions Used. Not Beta Read. Minorly Edited.
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“Why do you always have to end up like this?”
The words are spoken more to yourself than him. Muttered. Annoyed. Yet, simultaneously gentle and concerned. Just like the brush of your fingers are you pack herbs around his wound - holding them in place as you wind the bandage tighter around his muscled side.
Geralt only hums. The heat of your cottage and the warmth of your touch is nice. Comforting. He knows that he can relax here. That he’s safe with you.
Yet, your displeasure at his state remains obvious.
His hands raise. They settle on your hips. Insistent, yet gentle - broad and strong as he slowly tries to reel you in. Wanting to bring you closer to where he sits upon your bed. Ignoring the fact that even now as you stand above - straddling his legs while tending to his wounds - you’re not far from him at all.
Still, he needs more.
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Princess of the Elves
Pairing: Geralt X Reader
Summary: As Princess of the Elves, life at the Edge of the World is a little less-than-fun. However when a Witcher and his Bard show up in your brother’s court, your life gets all the more interesting. Or what happens when a young woman follows a Witcher into too much trouble.
Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff, Violence, Flashbacks, Injuries,
Word Count: 5,2K
A/n: Writing for Geralt is one of my favourite things to do now. If you haven’t seen the Witcher PLEASE go watch it because it’s amazing. This takes place in episode 2 and contains little-to-no spoilers!
THIS WILL HAVE A SECOND PART!!!
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“This is the part where we escape,” the human says, tugging against his restraints. The white-haired man behind him grunts, struggling to break his bonds.
“This is the part where they kill us!” He snarls. You watch from a dark corner in the room as Toruviel kicks the human in the face.
“Beast!” She snarls in Elder, kicking the white-haired man.
“Elves,” he spits, glaring up at her.
“Hey, that’s my lute!” You watch with a frown as his lute gets destroyed, all the while his companion is being kicked mercilessly.
“Shut up!” The white-haired man yells.
“No, you shut up!” Toruviel snaps.
“My elder speech is rough. I only got part of that.” You can almost hear Toruviel’s annoyance. “Humans, shut up!”
The human nods and replies in Elder, “Ah, got it, thanks so much.”
“Do you wanna die right now?” She asks, towering over the two men. “As opposed to later?” The pale one demands, spitting out blood. She kicks the human in the stomach and the other man nearly snarls.
“Leave off! He’s just a Bard!”
She turns to the pale man, a wave of newfound anger in her eyes as she punches him time after time.
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Superhuman.
Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, I don’t know what else xD.
A\N; so this is like my second or third time writing so no judging! This is a part of Cavillanche writing challenge, but I’ve been too lazy to do it, so here it is! hope you all like it.
Word count: 3155.
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Looking over Gotham’s bright lights again was a dream that Anna never really knew it would come true. Last time she was in the city was when she was merely a few years old, so it was all a distant memory that she barely remembers. She smiled as the tall, clouds-ripping sky scraper came into the view and all that she could only do was let her mind fall back to her late parents. However, she was soon ripped off of her thoughts as she heard the pilot’s announcement of the nearing land. She was bouncing her legs from how excited she was to be back home to her favourite two people. With her assistants following behind her as she departure the jet, smiling widely as the two men finally come into her view as they’re waiting for her down the plane’s stairs.
Last two or three steps may have been a delusion to her as she skipped past them, nearly knocking her tall brother over. Laughing loudly both of them, twirling and as everyone seemed to be moving past them, they stayed in their tight embrace, not seeming to have yet gotten bored.
“well well well, if it isn’t for the old Bruce Wayne.” She teased as they finally let go of each other and she stood back on her high heels covered feet.
“well well well if it isn’t for the biggest child on earth.” Bruce shot right back at her as he looked at her with a faint smile that could only be seen once in a few hundred years.
Bruce never smiled, never once uttered a joke or had a fun light hearted conversation with anyone in the whole world except for Alfred and Anna. When their parents died leaving a 15 year-old Bruce in charge of his only 8 months’ sister, it was as if the whole world had stopped. What the hell was he supposed to do? Where to go? What would happen to them? Having to face the cruelty of the world very soon in age, Bruce realized how dangerous Gotham can be, especially for the lots like him and Anna, and he couldn’t bear the fact of losing her as well as their parents. Therefore, he made the toughest decision someone could ever take. He sent her abroad to be raised and educated and promised himself that the moment he makes Gotham safe, Anna would be back home, in his arms.
But much to his displeasure, the moment she graduated it was decided that she would go back to Gotham, no matter how many arguments they had over the phone, or how many warnings Bruce had sent. He knew that his sister grew into that beautiful young woman that had an extraordinary mind of her own, and a very stubborn one at that, so when he saw that there were no point in stopping her, he decided on the lesser evil and have her back to protect her as she stayed right beside him.
She glanced behind Bruce, looking at Alfred, not their butler no, Alfred was her father, he raised her, he gave them the unconditioned love of both parental figures.
“Aren’t you going to welcome me, Al?” she grins, heading to crash him in a hug and she feels his chest vibrating with a small chuckle at the nickname that she still called him.
“How could I not miss Wayne?” smiles as she pulls back, looking at him with a small pout.
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” she sighs as she shakes her head at him, not believing that he never even once in her lifetime called her by her first name.
“I don’t think so.” He winks at her as he points to her assistants and guides them to the car where they load all of her luggage and bags. She clings to Bruce’s side, linking her arms with him as they both walk together.
“What’s up with you?” Bruce glances down at her as he feels her tight grip around his arm and her clinginess are being doubled up.
“Nothing, I just really missed you and I’m happy to finally be back.” She shrugs, looking up at him with a sincere smile. He wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
“Put your face down and be ready.” He mumbles, knowing that a crowd of paps are going to be surrounding the airport and he wanted to stay low as much as possible. She nods, looking down, with her sunglasses over her eyes to hide her and her hands over her head, and that was enough until they got in the car and started heading home.
“Wow, it’s still intense as ever.” She lets out a breath of relief as they manage to dodge the nosey reporters. Bruce nods her head and looks outside the window, and as if on cue, she senses his discomfort, placing her hand over his knee.
“Are you alright?” she asks quietly as she looks at him with a look of concern, but he only shrugs her off and smiles trying to reassure her, yet she knows her brother better than to be fooled by that act.
“Bruce, I can tell that there’s something bothering you. What is it?” she raised an eyebrow at him, and for a second he was speechless. What would he say? Oh yeah, just plotting a plan to get rid of that clown in the blue and red suit? He decided against it and looked back out of the window, causing her frown to deepen. She glanced at Alfred in the mirror and he just nodded his head which meant that he would be telling you later.
The moment they got home, she felt the jet lag kicking in and she excused herself to her room. She ignored all the servants the wanted the room to unpack her stuff and she just went straight for the bed, informing everyone not to wake her up for any reason, even if it was dinner. After a good 14 hour-nap, she woke up I the middle of the night, feeling thirsty and in need of some food. She wrapped a robe around her tiny figure and went to the kitchen, she noticed that the place was too quiet, it was 3 a.m in the middle of the night after all, but she didn’t find Bruce nor Alfred in their rooms.
She grinned as she knew it only meant one thing. They’re in the batcave. She only saw Bruce in the suit a handful of times, but she was still overwhelmed by the sense of pride, protection and fear. She headed to the cave, only to hear their angry voices. She decided that it was the best idea to stay back and listen, since she knew that they would’ve been talking about whatever’s been pissing Bruce off.
“Master Wayne, this is not right.” Alfred said calmly, yet his voice was full of rage.
“What do you want me to do Alfred? leave that clown fly around with his super power that only god knows its limit? I will not allow it.” Bruce practically yelled and she could only assume they were talking about one clown.
Superman. Oh how Bruce hated him, she never understood why though. She looked up to him, she always thought he was just a man seeking acceptance amongst the human race. She respected him deeply for the fact that he wasn’t obligated to protect them, yet he did and people still hate him. She could never voice her thoughts to Bruce cause he would’ve disowned her right away.
“I’m not going to sit around and watch him destroy everything again. He did it once. Who knows what he’ll bring next.” Bruce speaks calmly and she sees something shiny, something green? She frowns, trying to have a better look.
“and you think that having the only means to kill him is the best option?” Alfred speaks up again and she gasps, making both men turn to her direction. She comes out from behind the big wall and she stares at Bruce and disbelief. “K…kill him?” she whispers with teary eyes as she looks at him with a look of both horror and confusion. Bruce frowns more and looks at her,
“You don’t understand. He…” he tried to reason with her, but she cut him off.
“No! I completely understand. I knew you hated him Bruce, but not to this extinct! This is wrong! I won’t let you!” she glares at Bruce, yelling at him in a tone she’s never used it with him ever once in her life.
“I’m trying to protect us. I won’t kill him. This is just a safety precaution.” He looks at her with a serious look.
“that guy who killed our parents, he knew he had a gun, he had the intention. What’s the difference between you two now?” she spoke in a monotone voice, she knew she hit a nerve for Bruce, but she couldn’t just let him fall into that place. Her brother wasn’t a murderer, but she knew he wasn’t in his best state the last couple of years. His demons were getting the best of him, and she was trying to help but being far from him wasn’t that much of an aid. He told her that she was the last thread he was hanging to for his own sanity. She was trying, but standing and seeing someone innocent die wasn’t a part of the deal.
She left behind a hurt Bruce and a shocked Alfred and she went back to sleep, However, that night she couldn’t blink an eye, far too engrossed in her thoughts. After a few hours, she finally went back to sleep, only to be awoken 2 hours later at 9 a.m.
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She groaned as she felt someone quietly shake her.
“Go away or you’re fired.” She mumbles to whoever maid was trying to wake her up from her peaceful slumber. She heard a deep chuckle, then feeling the bed dig down.
“This is why I’m always the one waking you up, miss Wayne.” Alfred spoke with a small smile, placing the ray of breakfast next to her. She hummed at the smell and looked at him with only an open eye.
“Cause I would never fire you.” She smiles at him, sitting up in bed and feels her stomach growl at the sight of food. Alfred pats her head and gets up to leave the room, but she quickly stops him.
“Ummm….. Where’s Bruce?” she asks, quietly, looking down at the toast, feeling a little it ashamed of what she said the previous night.
“He left very early, having to attend to some business. And also, he’s informing you that he’s throwing you a welcome party this evening so get ready.” Alfred sends her a small smile then leaves the room before she even starts to protest which she ,both, internally and externally groans about.
“God, I hate that stuff.” She huffs to herself and starts to eat in silence. She decided to go back to sleep, still not fully recovered from her long flight. She decided to leave all the preparations to Alfred an the maids and just spoil herself with extra hours of beauty sleep.
The night rolls in and she starts getting ready by putting on an off-shoulder long black dress, with a slit from the side that reaches her mid thigh. Her ears and hands, decorated by the finest designs of jewelries. She absolutely despised those galas, because of the amount of hypocrisy that stands within those snobby rich bastards, who all come to kiss their asses for some sort of an investment. She puts on a fake smile all the way, mentally applauding herself for surviving and even making a speech about oh how she’s so happy to be back to her beloved city with them all. She was in the middle of a conversation with some empty headed rich heiresses of other companies when she spotted Bruce talking to someone who seemed to be a reporter.
“Is everything alright?” She smiled at the two men, placing her hand on Bruce’s arm. She looked at the other man, biting her lip instantly. He was a piece of work, tall, masculed, deep blue eyes, black hair, cute glasses. She was blushing as she noticed that she’s been staring at that handsome stranger. She cleared her throat as she felt her face and neck turn red, extending her hands to him.
“Anna Wayne, nice to meet you.” She smiles, flirtatiously at him, with a sultry expression that screams to just let him take her right where they were standing.
He smiles softly, glancing at Bruce who was deeply frowning at the situation, before deciding to take her hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to its back, noticing how small and soft they are. They seem to be in a world of their own, only to be rudely interrupted by Bruce’s voice.
“Mr. Kent has already taken his statement. We shall go.” He doesn’t wait for any of them to respond and just pulls Anna with him, but she looks back at Clark with a strange feeling.
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Months after Anna’s safe return to Gotham, she dives into work, deciding that it was about time she helped Bruce out with the business, sometimes taking over as he went off and played hero, she never minded though, she knew he was doing good, but the whole subject about yhe Kryptonite and Superman hunted her. Will Bruce be really doing that? Is he really considering finishing superman off?
She shook off those thoughts and she knew that they were just empty threats. Bruce always did those whenever he was angry. That confrontation night between them both now long gone, along with the mean words she threw.
It was one rainy night when all hell broke loose. She was just back from some late night conference calls at the company, with aching feet from the herls she’s been enduring all day, to find a very anxious Alfred, pacing back and forth. The moment she steps inside the house, he stares at her not knowing what to say.
“What’s wrong?” She frowns, walking to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water with her back to Alfred, but when she doesn’t get a response, a bad feeling seeps into her. She turns to look at Alfred, who has this lost look on his face. “What is it?” She insists, putting the bottle down, looking at him seriously.
“It seems like Master Wayne has decided to finish the business with superman.” Alfred speaks quietly and her face goes pale. That could only be summed into one possibility . A one that she didn’t want to think about. She trusted Bruce, she knew what he was capable of, but that was superman we’re speaking off. He was literally a Superhuman with a power of 1000x men combined. If he wanted Bruce down, he would take him in one shot.
All she could think about was that she was running to her car in the pouring rain, bare feet, with Alfred calling after her. She drives off into the dark night, turning on the GPS she has on him. She asked Alfred to secretly connect her devices to the GPS in all of Bruce’s suits and batmobiles. She drives off to the port and runs around like a maniac, with a soaked dress, scratched, blooded and cut feet from the harsh floor and a tear stained face. She looks everywhere until she spots the green light and runs there.
“STOP!” She screams, climbing up the destroyed remains of buildings. Bruce whips his head around at the sound of his sister and watches in disbelief as she throws her body over the huge mass of the man with the blue suit. She looks up at Bruce with red eyes.
“Don’t do it. You’d be no better than those criminals.” She begs with a weak voice, trying to get to Bruce, trying to get to the inside of him. Not that harsh appearance of a man that was leaning before her.
“Anna, it’s not the same. Move.” He growls at her, which only makes her tighten her grip around Superman, looking at his vulnerable face, feeling both sad and angry. She looks up at Bruce again, with a look of determination and anger.
“You’ll have to go through me. I won’t let you.” She spits when she hears him whimper behind her. “Save Martha.” He lets out, gasping, making the two siblings look at each other with a stunned expression. Bruce pushes past her only to hold him by his collar, while she still tries to process what he would mean.
“Why did you say that name?!” Bruce yells so loud that echoes can be heard far away and Anna stand in front of them, wanting to move but for some reason she seems to be tied down. Immediately, a woman comes running in, separating Bruce from Superman.
“That’s his mother’s name!” She gasps as she examines Superman’s body and tries to stop the killing expression on Bruce’s face. He steps back next to Anna and glances at her, seeing as she wrapped her arms around herself, frowning but still somewhat of a frightened expression on her face.
“Lex said he would kill her if I didn’t fight you. I was trying to explain.” Superman coughs out as the woman next to him tries to support him to stand up. You share a look with him, then quickly look at Bruce, who sighs and closes her eyes as if thinking.
“I’ll save her, you go deal with Lex.” Bruce grumbles, taking off at once. You look at him and release a breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding. All of a sudden, you feel your legs goving out underneath you, as all of the action that happened started to take a toll on you. You prepare yourself to be hit to the ground, instead you land on a soft body. You look up, seeing the red ‘S’ symbol and you smile gratefully at him.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” He whispered as he stroked your face gently, looking at you with a look that was mixed with love, confusion and appreciation. She looked at him with a small smile and uttered out with the last bit of energy she had left.
“Because you’re more human than the rest of us.” She whispers.
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One Last Time.
A/N: I've been swamped with college projects, and it’s currently 1 a.m, and I have to be awake at 6, but yeah I’m doing it anyway 😂
I hope you all like it, because this was originally Star’s Hamilfilm Lyric Challenge.
Also, I’m doing this under the influence of a sleeping pill, so beware of the mistakes 😂
Word count : 690 words.
Pairing : Henry Cavill x Fem!reader
(Credits to owner for the GIF!)
You gulped the whole glass once and excused yourself from the girl you’re talking to and decided to head towards them. She was getting too handsy with Henry and you were done standing in the shadows watching her pat her eyelashes at your man. You were never the one to get angry often, sure you easily get irritated, but it’s only a matter of seconds and you’re back to your normal self, the funny, perky, bubbly personality of yours that made Henry fall for you, but when you got angry, oh shit, it’s like hell breaks loose, even Henry sometimes gets scared of your angry self.
You approached them with the fakest smile you could ever have and immediately wrapped your arms around Henry's waist.
“Hey baby.” You smile, pulling him down for a forced kiss, which he’s surprised at in the beginning, but happily returns it. You knew that Henry liked his privacy and wasn’t a big fan of PDA, but you liked to show off your man and make sure that everybody know exactly who he belongs to.
“Hello, love. Me and Liz were just discussing a few things in the movie.” Henry replies softly, kissing your cheek. Oh sweet Henry, not even aware of the eye war that’s going on between the two women.
“Oh yes, Y/N, don’t you think that mine and Henry’s chemistry showed off really well on screen? I mean those hot scenes.” She fanned herself giggling and poor Henry being the poliet soul he is laughed along nervously, slightly afraid of your reaction.
You smirked. “Oh yes, reminds me of when me and Henry fuck, but you know, the real thing. You should get so-“ you were cut by a massive hand covering your mouth and Henry’s blue eyes staring warningly at you. You could see her face flush red and frown and you mentally high five yourself.
“Excuse us.” Henry says crutly and grabs you by my forearm, but you stop him.
“Wait. Just a word, I’ll be quick. I promise.” Before Henry could respond. you marched back to her and you could see she was still annoyed by what happened. She was literally chugging down her vodka. You pat her shoulder and she turns to you, glaring as she realises it’s you, about to open her mouth. You shush her.
“I wanna give you a word of warning. If I catch you looking at Henry the wrong way again, I’ll personally make your life a living hell.” You growl lowly at her, so no one would hear. Then you cast her one last dirty look and go back to Henry.
He looks at you with that knowing look, and crosses her arms.
“What? I just told her what a great performance she did!” You try on your best smile, but he’s still sceptical. You see her glancing over and you decide to give something to look at.
You sigh and move to plan B.
“Babyyyyyy, My legs are killing me and I feel like throwing up.” You clumsily stumble onto him. He wraps his arms around and picks you.
“There baby, you’ll be fine, we’re leaving.” He says softly and caringly. you wrap my arms around him and stick your tongue out at her, giving her the middle finger and then walk out like a boss, being carried in the arms of your lover is a whole other type of savage.
Not so secretive
Henry Cavill imagine.
Pairing : reader!fem x Henry.
Warnings : nothing but fluff.
A/N: this has been in my drafts for a while, so I thought why not post it? Hope you guys like it!
Please like, tell me what you think or any kind of critcism is acceptable in the comments and Reblog!
Henry was always the one known to keep his relationships as private as possible, but when he met you through a group of mutual friends. He knew instantly that there were gonna be consequences to dating a huge pop star like you. He has to face it, you had two platinum albums, world selling tours. and many many other awards.
Your fan base was pretty huge which made him feel a little nervous because of what they would think or say about him. Way back before you met him, you knew exactly who he was, hell he was your celebrity crush, and the thought of dating him one day was just a mere delusion, so when you were out with a group of friends and he happened to be there, you tried to subside your inner fangirl as much as possible, cause the poor man didn’t deserve to be scared off by you going in full crazy fangirl move.
You felt as if it was just a dream when you two started dating, like you were on cloud nine. He was the sweetest, most loving person ever, and you were glad you got to experience it and call him yours. When he began shooting The Witcher, you’ve never seen him so happy and you were proud of him to say the least. You got to watch him do the thing he likes with so much passion and drive made you fall in love with him even more. Your relationship was never outside the frame of a cute photo or two on your instagram or his, pictured by the paps on a date night, things like this.
It was a huge thing for Ellen to ask you to guest on her show along with Henry. You’ve been good friends with her for some time now, but the the fact that Henry will be appearing next to you and the possibility of Ellen being the nosy person she is and asking about your relationship, you just didn’t know whether it would make Henry feel comfortable or not.
It was late at night, you and Henry were already in bed wrapped up in your blanket and comforter, you have been nervous at how to talk to him about the whole interview thing.
“Hey baby?” You say softly, locking your phone and move to lay on your side as your place your hand on his muscly arm.
“Yeah?” He says quietly, still looking at his phone.
“I’ve been called for an interview at Ellen.” You bite your lip, as you trace circles along his arm. He looks at you and smiles.
“That’s cool, darling.” He kisses your cheek and goes back to his phone.
“But there’s this thing....” you trail off as you stop tracing his finger. He sighs, putting his phone down and give you his whole attention.
“What is it?” He asks, his voice laced with both curiosity and concern.
“Well ummmm.... the thing is I tried you know? But I just kept telling her I’m not sure about it and...” he cuts you off as he narrows his eyes at you.
“Y/NNNN, what did you do?” He drags out your name, playfully and turns to look at you.
“I didn’t do anything I swear! ” You exclaim, and look at him with wide eyes and he chuckles.
“C’mon love, you’re hiding something, you know you can tell me anything right?” He smiles softly and places his hand on your cheek stroking it softly, he speaks in such deep voice that he knows it makes you weak at the knee. You blush and bite my lip.
“They want you with me.” You say timidly and bite your lip in anticipation. At this moment, you couldn’t really read his face, it was just a mix of emotions, but you were surprised when he chuckled softly and shook his head.
“That was what you were nervous telling me about?” You nod your head and groan from embarrassment as you hide your face in the pillow. He quickly pulls you to him and cups your face.
“This would be the best interview ever, cause it’d be with you, plus we never did it before.” He shrugs and you look up at him.
“Are you sure? Ellen is fun and all, but can get a little nosey and I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.” You say nervously. He grins.
“That’d be cool, now everyone get to know about how loud you snore.” You gasp and pull away from his arms.
“You wouldn’t!” He laughs and you spend the rest of the night wrapped around in each other’s arms.
A few weeks later when it was the time for your interview, you both were just backstage, waiting to be called out. You were were wearing and Henry was in just jeans and a purple dress shirt.
“Please welcome the amazing couple Henry Cavill and Y/n Y/L/N.” You hear Ellen say and you both walk out hand in hand with big smiles across your face which makes the audience erupt with cheers and screams. You both hug Ellen and sit on the couch with the biggest grin ever.
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“Thank you much for having us!” Henry smiles and you nod along, then Ellen makes a face “you guys are even cuter in person. Makes me sick.”
“We’re good yeah, thank you for having us!” Henry says with a sweet smile and you nod your head.
“Yeah, Happy we’re here.” You smile.
“Now, last time I checked, Y/N you were here countless of times, but Henry that’s your first time, right?” She asks and you nod your head.
“Yeah, I love it here, that’s why I keep coming back.” You giggle softly and Henry chuckles and nods his head.
“Yeah, that’s true, also my first time meeting you, which is my pleasure of course.” He grins and the audience screams at how sweet he is.
“It’s such a shame we only met today, I mean if we met earlier, you wouldn’t be dating Y/N and I wouldn’t be a lesbian.” She jokes and you both laugh so hard along with the audience who just howl in response.
“Ayyyy, don’t flirt with my man, I’m right here.” You pout, pulling his hands in yours.
Ellen laughs and shrugs, shaking hear head. “I can’t I mean look at his arms, are those real muscle?” Henry blushes and chuckles nervouskg. “Oh they’re very real.” You all laugh and Ellen says. “And you would know huh.” She snorts and shakes her head. The rest of the interview goes by pretty smooth, both of you talking about your projects and that kind of stuff, then comes the moment you’ve been dreading the most.
“So, Henry, tell us something embarrassing that Y/N did.” She smiles widely, looking at you both.
“Cause I know you more obviously, so C’mon tell us.” Ellen says and looks at Henry and everyone stares at him as he bites his lip, deciding what to say.
“Okay, well, it was that time when we both sat down to watch Mission Impossible : fallout, which I played the bad guy in. I’m sorry if this is some sort of spoiler, but I die in the end of the movie, and Y/N grew up watching the series of mission impossible and Tom Cruise is absolutely her favourite, so what happens is after we finish the movie, she’s so quite and I was like did you like it? And she had that hard face and she turned to me and said, they didn’t have to kill you, you know?” At this moment the whole studio blows out, laughing, even Ellen is laughing so hard while you were giggling and turning red from embarrassment.
“And I was like but love, I’m a bad guy, I wanted to blow up 3 countries, she stayed silent and said, well you can blow me.” He grins and you gasp and slap his arm playfully as you wanted the floor to just open and swallow you.
“Oh my god.” Ellen laughs so hard, she turns red and you bite your lips, shaking your head.
“You’re the worst.”
“But you love me anyway.”
Nashi's Masterlist
So here's my little masterlist. I hope you enjoy my stories. If so, please consider leaving me a comment, like or reblog 💜
What to expect? Multi chaptered fics and one-shots, slow burn, friends to lovers and pwp, lots of smut. So please...18+ only!
Find Henry Cavill and Daniel Sharman RPF and fics with our beloved heroes Syverson, Walt, August, Mike, Clark, Geralt, Napoleon Solo, Will Shaw and Sherlock plus a Maze Runner Fic, a Cursed fic and an original work under the cut!
Henry Cavill Fan Fiction
RPF
Multi chaptered fics
Against All Odds - Masterlist (finished - RPF, Henry Cavill X OFC, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Smut included in some chapters)
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Inspector Cavill Series - Masterlist (finished - RPF, Henry Cavill x reader/you, AU, Imagine, Short Stories, SMUT!, PWP, 18+, Inspector Cavill)
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Painkiller - Masterlist (finished - RPF, Henry Cavill x OFC, slow burn, friends to lovers, smut in some chapters)
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Gimme Shelter - Masterlist (finished - RPF, Henry Cavill x OFC, slow burn, friends to lovers, smut in some chapters)
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One-Shots
Bedtime Story - (Henry Cavill x reader, One Shot, RPF, smut)
Big Brother Kal - (Henry Cavill x reader, One Shot, ficlet, RPF, fluff)
That Dream - (Henry Cavill x reader, One shot, ficlet, RPF, smut)
Nostalgia - (Henry Cavill x reader, One Shot, RPF, fluff)
Rear Window - (Henry Cavill x unnamed ofc, One Shot, RPF, smut, voyeurism)
Come back and stay - (Henry Cavill x ofc, rpf, angst, smut)
JOINT VENTURE with @legendarywizarddetective
Secret Love - ongoing (Henry Cavill x reader, RPF)
Part 1 - by nashibirne
Part 2 - by @legendarywizarddetective
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Geralt of Rivia
German
Hexenkessel - beendet (Kurzgeschichte, Geralt x Leser/Du, PWP, Imagine, Schweinkram!, 18+)
Rabenschwarz - in Arbeit (Geralt x OFC, slow burn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, Schweinkram in einigen Kapiteln, 18 +)
Kapitel 1
Kapitel 2
Kapitel 3
Kapitel 4
Kapitel 5
Kapitel 6
Kapitel 7
English
Love bites (One shot, Geralt x y/n, smut, 18+, vampires, blood sucking)
Stressed out (one shot, modern au geralt, geralt x august x reader, fluff, implied smut)
Stress Relief (one shot, modern au Geralt, geralt x august x reader, smut! NSFW, 18+)
Bisexual - headcanon
Clark Kent
Please don't stop the music (One shot, Clark Kent x y/n, smut, 18+, virgin reader, loss of virginity)
First Date - headcanon
Hellraiser: Hellworld Mike
My Best Mistake (One shot, Mike x OFC, fluff, tiny dose of smut)
Intellectual Stimulation (One shot, Mike x y/n, smut, 18+)
Close-Up/Up-Close (One shot, Mike x OFC, smut, 18+)
The Colors of Love (One shot, Mike x OFC, smut, 18+)
August Walker
Multi chaptered fics
Where The Wild Roses Grow - Masterlist (finished - smut, 18 +, NSFW, sex to love, kinda slow burn, AU - August survived MI:Fallout)
Desperado - Masterlist (finished - slow burn, August x ofc, set after MI:Fallout, smut in some chapters)
London Calling - on hiatus (August x ofc, slow burn, slightly au, set 10 years before MI6)
Part 1
Part 2
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One-Shots
Stressed out (one shot, modern au geralt, geralt x august x reader, fluff, implied smut)
Stress Relief - finished (one shot, modern au Geralt, geralt x august x reader, smut! NSFW,
I Need You To Hate Me - (August x reader, one shot, pwp, smut, NSFW)
Wuthering Heights - (August x reader, one shot, smut, NSFW)
Double Date - (August x Napoleon x reader, one-shot, threesome, smut, pwp, NSFW)
Harder - ( August x reader, pwp, nothing but smut, sub! August)
Baking - August Walker headcanon
The Grinch - my cavillmas entry (August x reader, one-shot, mostly silliness and fluff)
Lacrimosa - drabble
Accidental pregnancy - August Walker headcanon
Spit - August Walker headcanon
CAPTAIN SYVERSON
Truck Stop (Sy x y/n, one-shot, smut, sex, oral, anal, NSFW, 18+)
Pick Up (Sy x y/n, one-shot, smut, sex, oral, NSFW, 18+)
Lunch Meat (Sy x y/n, one-shot, smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), NSFW, 18+)
Forever And Always (Sy x reader, one shot, smut, fluff)
Moving in - Syverson headcanon
Perving - Syverson headcanon
WALTER MARSHALL
Closer (Walter x y/n, one-shot, smut, sex, tantra)
Maybug - follow-up to Closer (Walter x y/n, one-shot, smut, sex)
Show Me Heaven - (Walter x y/n, one-shot, smut, sex)
Walter and cuddles - headcanon
Walter and make-up - headcanon
From fluff to smut - headcanon (smut)
Sherlock Holmes
Moulin Rouge - (Sherlock x y/n (f), one-shot, fluff, striptease, implied smut)
Night Train - (Sherlock x ofc, one shot, smut, virgin ofc)
Dark side of the Moon - (Sherlock x ofc, one shot, mostly fluff)
Napoleon Solo
Double Date - (August x Napoleon x reader, one-shot, threesome, smut, pwp, NSFW)
Sweet Surprise - (Napoleon x reader, fluff, pregnancy, ficlet, one-shot)
Picky - headcanon
Will Shaw
Itsy, Bitsy Spider - (Will x ofc, fluff, ficlet, one shot)
Sex Marathon - headcanon (smut)
HEADCANONS
Headcanons masterlist
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Daniel Sharman Fan Fiction
RPF
Next Level Sexting (Daniel x reader, one-shot, NSFW, 18+, sexting, dirty talking, smut, masturbation)
That's What Friends Are For (Daniel x reader, one-shot, NSFW, 18+, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sex, smut)
Cursed
From Ashes to Fire - ongoing (Lancelot x ofc, slow burn)
The Punisher - one shot (The Weeping Monk x ofc, smut, dub con, pwp)
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The Maze Runner Fan Fiction
Safe Haven - ongoing (Thomas x OFC, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Smut included in some chapters)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9 + 10
Part 11
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Original work
Pixie (One-shot, fluff, smut, virgin ofc, nsfw, 18+)
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Baby Subway
Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!Reader
summary:Henry has to order for his shy pregnant wife when she wants a sandwich and he just has a cuteness explosion over her, and so do some fans (DILF Henry) (req by @stormcloudss )
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated
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“Come on honey, no need to be shy, it’s only Subway” Henry chuckled holding onto his wife’s hand, the shorter woman stood behind him shyly, her head shaking rapidly; her 7 month bump softly rubbing against his back. His other hand reaching behind his back to smooth over her stomach, feeling the tiny flutter kicks following his touch.
“T-they might think i-i’m weird or something, can y-you order hubs?” She whispered kissing his arm softly, nuzzling her head into it like a puppy, following his footsteps as he walked up to the counter full of ingredients. “Of course pup, do anything for you, just the usual yeah?” Henry turned halfway to bend down and press a soft wet kiss onto her lips, a giggly smile forming onto her lips.
“Yes please, but add mushrooms please” She whispered on her tippy toes, kissing just below his ear, smiling at the hickey she left on his neck from that same morning. Her pregnancy hormones had left her nothing soft of a raging sex monster, she would encourage Henry to take her anywhere and anyway possible, as long as she would be able to feel his cock inside her sensitive pussy.
Whether it be the kitchen table, against the porch railing of their backyard, any of their bedrooms and anywhere where they found themselves needing each other. So this morning when Henry felt his shy wife’s mouth on his hardening cock he obviously had to fuck her to another universe, with her orgasms being twice as sensitive, her swollen tits never leaving his mouth; her husband now obsessed with the growing globes.
“Uhh hi there, yeah, a foot long right baby?” Henry asked looking up at the order board, “U-uh a six inch is okay-“
“Yes a foot long, with uh, tomatoes, cucumber, salami, Mariana sauce and southwest sauce please.” Henry replied politely, wincing when he felt his wife pinch his ass, “OH, and mushrooms please” He chuckled holding both her hands now, seeing her sundress flow through the side of his eye, a new purple floral thing Henry had bought during their trip to Portugal.
“Was that alright honey?” He whispered pulling her to the side as they waited on their order, his hands resting on her hips while she played with the chain around his neck; a necklace that had their wedding anniversary on it. “Y-yeah thank you so much hubby” She beamed leaning up to kiss his beard covered chin, her hands clutching onto the opening of his denim coat. With Henry whispering sweet nothings into her ear, causing his woman to giggly shyly while they hid in the corner of the subway
“Reckon you can give me your sweet goods later?” He joked feeling her panty lines over her dress, his eyes trained on her cleavage, painted with a thin layer of sweat during the summer months. “Hmm yeah I think so, need you so bad” She whined pressing het body flat against his as much as she could, quickly breaking away when she heard the worker call out the order.
“What’dya say pup?” Henry said intertwining their fingers, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles comfortingly as he urged her towards the counter. “Thank you miss” She said out loud, her heart hammering in her chest, for the longest time she had major anxiety about the simplest things, such as ordering food. So it was a total blessing when Henry the man of her dreams was willing to take that responsibility, basically memorising her order for each restaurant.
“Good job pup, bein’ such a brave mummy, can’t wait for our lil’ girl to come out jus’ like her mummy; so precious n’ beautiful” He said out loud, catching the attention of the older women nearby, Y/n’s face heating up at all the unnecessary attention. “I-I wan’ her to be like you, all warm n’ cuddly like a teddy bear” Y/n said excitedly swinging their arms back and forth, her subway sandwich held in Henry’s other arm; apparently it’s too heavy for his baby to carry.
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“Wait can I have my sandwich now please, we’re starving” Y/n whined as soon as they got through the front door, her lips turning into a pout, her eyes watering and her brows furrowing. Although her face slowly brightened as she saw Henry was leading them straight to their kitchen, she could practically feel their baby girl bouncing for joy in the womb. “You hungry baby yeah? Want Daddy to feed mummy for you?” Henry joked bending down to her bulging stomach, kissing wherever the baby’s foot kicked, the imprint being seen through the thin sundress.
“I think she said yes, feed me” Y/n giggled sitting herself onto Henry’s lap, her throne as they like to call it. “Whatever the princess baby wants, she gets” Henry chuckled opening the sandwich, cutting it up into bite amounts, smiling when he saw spurts of sauce covering his wife’s face; his hands immediately coming to wipe her face delicately, while she held a wide smile on her face.
“I think she likes the mushrooms” Y/n whispered rubbing her stomach as she ate the last bit of the foot long sub, struggling to stand up with such a full stomach, her body supported by her loving husband’s arms. “I think you did too babe” Chuckling he stood up alongside her, caressing her ass lovingly, even giving it a playful squeeze as he kissed her cheek; her hand coming up to caress his face slightly.
“I think w-we need to take a f-family nap please” Y/n said giggling patting her belly, pulling Henry with her towards their custom made sofa, the wide plush couch basically fit the both of them snuggly enough. “Want your pregnancy pillow honey? Know you can’t sleep comfortably without it” Henry urged grabbing the massive white worm looking pillow on the other side of the room; helping her to lay down and manoeuvre her body around the material.
The pillow fitting in between her legs, allowing her to hug onto it as if it was Henry, “Wow no room for daddy?” Henry scoffed jokingly spanking her thigh lightly, watching as she cutely shuffled forward, leaving him room behind her body to slip in, making her the little spoon. “H-hubs she’s kickin, feel!” Y/n laughed grabbing his larger hand, and placing it on the front of her stomach,
“We made her baby, the perfect mix of me and you, I hope her brother is the same” He whispered kissing her neck hotly, his hands moving up to grope he swollen sore breasts, making her moan out and nuzzle back against his crotch and chest.
“W-wait brother? Hold on!”
-- Twitter --
@/whitelillies3000: Omg Henry Cavill and Y/n Cavill just came into the subway I work at !! !! HE ORDERED FOR HER AND HE KEPT HER AWAY FROM THE OTHER CROWDS IN STORE BY HUGGING HER AGAINST THE CORNER. I SWEAR SHE IS THE CUTEST THING ALIVE, HE EVEN GOT HER TO SAY THANK YOU TO ME BC SHES SO SHYI NEARLY STARTED BLUSHING. Anyways I love the Cavill couple, YIn is stunning pregnant and Henry just can't keep his hands off her, literally kept touching her up and kissing her; AND RUBBING HER STOMACH (wa) Sleeping in the highway tonight. Next thing you know they're walking hand in hand down the street, she was literally skipping while reaching for her subway but he wouldn't let her carry it so she pouted AND HE JUST KEPT KISSING HER UNTIL SHE SMILED AND GIGGLED AGAIN UGHZ
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Baby Subway
Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!Reader
summary:Henry has to order for his shy pregnant wife when she wants a sandwich and he just has a cuteness explosion over her, and so do some fans (DILF Henry) (req by @stormcloudss )
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated
Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist
“Come on honey, no need to be shy, it’s only Subway” Henry chuckled holding onto his wife’s hand, the shorter woman stood behind him shyly, her head shaking rapidly; her 7 month bump softly rubbing against his back. His other hand reaching behind his back to smooth over her stomach, feeling the tiny flutter kicks following his touch.
“T-they might think i-i’m weird or something, can y-you order hubs?” She whispered kissing his arm softly, nuzzling her head into it like a puppy, following his footsteps as he walked up to the counter full of ingredients. “Of course pup, do anything for you, just the usual yeah?” Henry turned halfway to bend down and press a soft wet kiss onto her lips, a giggly smile forming onto her lips.
“Yes please, but add mushrooms please” She whispered on her tippy toes, kissing just below his ear, smiling at the hickey she left on his neck from that same morning. Her pregnancy hormones had left her nothing soft of a raging sex monster, she would encourage Henry to take her anywhere and anyway possible, as long as she would be able to feel his cock inside her sensitive pussy.
Whether it be the kitchen table, against the porch railing of their backyard, any of their bedrooms and anywhere where they found themselves needing each other. So this morning when Henry felt his shy wife’s mouth on his hardening cock he obviously had to fuck her to another universe, with her orgasms being twice as sensitive, her swollen tits never leaving his mouth; her husband now obsessed with the growing globes.
“Uhh hi there, yeah, a foot long right baby?” Henry asked looking up at the order board, “U-uh a six inch is okay-“
“Yes a foot long, with uh, tomatoes, cucumber, salami, Mariana sauce and southwest sauce please.” Henry replied politely, wincing when he felt his wife pinch his ass, “OH, and mushrooms please” He chuckled holding both her hands now, seeing her sundress flow through the side of his eye, a new purple floral thing Henry had bought during their trip to Portugal.
“Was that alright honey?” He whispered pulling her to the side as they waited on their order, his hands resting on her hips while she played with the chain around his neck; a necklace that had their wedding anniversary on it. “Y-yeah thank you so much hubby” She beamed leaning up to kiss his beard covered chin, her hands clutching onto the opening of his denim coat. With Henry whispering sweet nothings into her ear, causing his woman to giggly shyly while they hid in the corner of the subway
“Reckon you can give me your sweet goods later?” He joked feeling her panty lines over her dress, his eyes trained on her cleavage, painted with a thin layer of sweat during the summer months. “Hmm yeah I think so, need you so bad” She whined pressing het body flat against his as much as she could, quickly breaking away when she heard the worker call out the order.
“What’dya say pup?” Henry said intertwining their fingers, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles comfortingly as he urged her towards the counter. “Thank you miss” She said out loud, her heart hammering in her chest, for the longest time she had major anxiety about the simplest things, such as ordering food. So it was a total blessing when Henry the man of her dreams was willing to take that responsibility, basically memorising her order for each restaurant.
“Good job pup, bein’ such a brave mummy, can’t wait for our lil’ girl to come out jus’ like her mummy; so precious n’ beautiful” He said out loud, catching the attention of the older women nearby, Y/n’s face heating up at all the unnecessary attention. “I-I wan’ her to be like you, all warm n’ cuddly like a teddy bear” Y/n said excitedly swinging their arms back and forth, her subway sandwich held in Henry’s other arm; apparently it’s too heavy for his baby to carry.
——-
“Wait can I have my sandwich now please, we’re starving” Y/n whined as soon as they got through the front door, her lips turning into a pout, her eyes watering and her brows furrowing. Although her face slowly brightened as she saw Henry was leading them straight to their kitchen, she could practically feel their baby girl bouncing for joy in the womb. “You hungry baby yeah? Want Daddy to feed mummy for you?” Henry joked bending down to her bulging stomach, kissing wherever the baby’s foot kicked, the imprint being seen through the thin sundress.
“I think she said yes, feed me” Y/n giggled sitting herself onto Henry’s lap, her throne as they like to call it. “Whatever the princess baby wants, she gets” Henry chuckled opening the sandwich, cutting it up into bite amounts, smiling when he saw spurts of sauce covering his wife’s face; his hands immediately coming to wipe her face delicately, while she held a wide smile on her face.
“I think she likes the mushrooms” Y/n whispered rubbing her stomach as she ate the last bit of the foot long sub, struggling to stand up with such a full stomach, her body supported by her loving husband’s arms. “I think you did too babe” Chuckling he stood up alongside her, caressing her ass lovingly, even giving it a playful squeeze as he kissed her cheek; her hand coming up to caress his face slightly.
“I think w-we need to take a f-family nap please” Y/n said giggling patting her belly, pulling Henry with her towards their custom made sofa, the wide plush couch basically fit the both of them snuggly enough. “Want your pregnancy pillow honey? Know you can’t sleep comfortably without it” Henry urged grabbing the massive white worm looking pillow on the other side of the room; helping her to lay down and manoeuvre her body around the material.
The pillow fitting in between her legs, allowing her to hug onto it as if it was Henry, “Wow no room for daddy?” Henry scoffed jokingly spanking her thigh lightly, watching as she cutely shuffled forward, leaving him room behind her body to slip in, making her the little spoon. “H-hubs she’s kickin, feel!” Y/n laughed grabbing his larger hand, and placing it on the front of her stomach,
“We made her baby, the perfect mix of me and you, I hope her brother is the same” He whispered kissing her neck hotly, his hands moving up to grope he swollen sore breasts, making her moan out and nuzzle back against his crotch and chest.
“W-wait brother? Hold on!”
-- Twitter --
@/whitelillies3000: Omg Henry Cavill and Y/n Cavill just came into the subway I work at !! !! HE ORDERED FOR HER AND HE KEPT HER AWAY FROM THE OTHER CROWDS IN STORE BY HUGGING HER AGAINST THE CORNER. I SWEAR SHE IS THE CUTEST THING ALIVE, HE EVEN GOT HER TO SAY THANK YOU TO ME BC SHES SO SHYI NEARLY STARTED BLUSHING. Anyways I love the Cavill couple, YIn is stunning pregnant and Henry just can't keep his hands off her, literally kept touching her up and kissing her; AND RUBBING HER STOMACH (wa) Sleeping in the highway tonight. Next thing you know they're walking hand in hand down the street, she was literally skipping while reaching for her subway but he wouldn't let her carry it so she pouted AND HE JUST KEPT KISSING HER UNTIL SHE SMILED AND GIGGLED AGAIN UGHZ
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Even If You Don't Mean It - Part Three
Summary: Your reunion with Sy is just as passionate you hoped it would be, but things start to become strained when you suspect he isn't being honest with you.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 10.5k
Warnings:
Series Warnings:
Smut including oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, dirty talking, implied masturbation (m and f), showering together, slight praise kink, anal play (f receiving), mentions of PTSD, descriptions of PTSD, mentions of war, angst, fluff.
Part Three Warnings:
Smut including fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, intimate touching, showering together, dirty talk, slight praise kink, discussion of PTSD, insomnia, illusions to war, angst, fluff.
Authors Note:
Thanks once again to my wonderful friends and beta readers @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed . Your constant support and friendship means the world to me.
A massive thank you to @radiantheartbeat for editing you have truely lifted my writing and inspired me to be better. It has meant the world to me and I have enjoyed getting to know you through the process as well. Everyone, if you want some more great Henry content, please check out her blog here . You won’t be disappointed.
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Sighing contentedly, you put your hand on his still panting chest and run your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. It curls slightly around your fingers, and you like the way your feminine hand looks against his masculine chest. Slowly, his breathing evens out and he takes long, deep breaths.
“I could stay like this all day,” Sy says, wistfully, and you hum to let him know you agree, “But, I should take a shower.”
“I don’t mind if you’re a little sweaty,” You kiss the still humid skin on his neck to prove it, “Your cuddles are nice.”
Sy’s head is tucked deep into your neck, his breath is hot and harsh against your cooling skin. He’s mostly still, but occasionally his lips sweep over your skin so lightly that it could barely be called a kiss. When you hear him exhale with a moan, you quickly realise that he’s not actually kissing you; he’s yawning.
Sitting up straight, you catch him in the act, with his bearded mouth wide and his nose all scrunched up, looking as tired as a Grizzly bear ready to hibernate.
“You’re tired!” you utter, as your fingers dive into his beard. You still can’t tell if you like his facial hair. His ruggedness, an obvious display of machismo, is definitely a turn on and it feels so much better than you thought it would. On the other hand, you miss seeing his perfectly sculpted jaw and his dimpled chin. The beard makes him look older too, and no one except old men wear beards anymore. Maybe he’d look good with a goatee, lots of guys were wearing those recently.
“No, just getting used to the time zones again, that’s all.”
“What time did you get to bed last night?”
“Baby, I’m fine,” Sy insists.
You consider arguing the point. You know how little sleep you got last night, and you assume Sy would have experienced something similar, not to mention the travelling he’d done all day. His eyes are a little red around the edges and he’s blinking a lot. He reminds you of a kid who’s trying to stay up to see Santa Clause, barely able to keep their eyes open, but insistent on not missing out.
“You want to take that shower now, Chewbacca?” you ask, giving Sy’s beard a little tug. You climb off his tree trunk like thighs and collect your discarded clothes.
Sy stands, following you, and grabs hold of your hand with a raised eyebrow, “You don’t like it?” he asks, bringing your hand to his chin and rubbing his whiskers on your palm. It tickles and you squirm. Smirking, he adds, “I didn’t hear any complaints earlier.”
Playfully you jerk your hand away with a giggle, “I’m not used to it is all. Never even kissed a guy with a beard before, let alone…” your face feels like it's on fire and your ears burn, “the other thing.” Now that your blood has cooled, so has your confidence.
Sy keeps smirking as he gives you an amused look and bends to pick up his clothes, “Never been eaten out by a guy with a beard?”
Oh God! A jolt of energy tingles your spine and your core clenches. Shit, just hearing him say those words gets you worked up again.
You shake your head, “Never,” you say softly.
“You liked it though, didn't ya?” Sy’s smirk turns to a full grin, and his cheeks crease into dimples just above his beard. His eyes no longer seem tired, instead they shine with roguish intent, “It’s alright, baby, you can tell me. It’ll be our li’l secret.”
You bite your lip. He is such a flirt, how had he hidden this side of himself all this time? Turning away from him you make your way down the short hallway.
“Of course I liked it,” you say a little shyly, glancing behind you to make sure Sy is following, “You know I did! You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?”
“I ain’t gonna deny that, I like hearin’ you say you enjoyed it. ‘Specially in that voice of yours,” Sy’s voice grows raspy, and his register lowers as he speaks. You feel his body behind yours as he wraps an arm around your belly and growls into your ear, “Listenin’ to you moan my name— shit, you could make a man lose his damn mind, ya know that Sugar?”
Lose his mind? If that’s the case, you aren’t going to be far behind. One turn of phrase and he can melt you. It’s been a long time since a man has had that effect on you and the only thing that stops you from being embarrassed is that it’s obvious you have a similar effect on him.
“Give me your clothes,” you say with a warble in your voice.
Sy passes you his bundle and taking his bag from the hallway, you open the door to your room.
“My bedroom,” you tell Sy. His lips seem to grow tight into a line as he sticks his head through the door while you drop his clothes and his bag on the bed.
“You ok?” you ask him as you reenter the hall.
Sy eyes you up and down as he draws his lower lip into his mouth. Whatever the look he had on his face a few seconds ago was gone, replaced by a lusty grin.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he says lewdly.
Fuck. It didn't cross your mind that without the bundle of clothes to hide behind you are completely naked. You have a sudden urge to cover up despite it being completely ridiculous, he’s already seen you naked and is about to get into the shower with you. But context is everything, and casually standing naked in the hallway feels different and so much more bold.
Fighting the urge to run and hide, you try to draw out the confidence you had not fifteen minutes earlier, and you stand still for a moment to let him look. He looks at you for a long time, his eyes slowly sliding down your body, as he takes a small step closer to you. For the first time you take in his whole naked form; he is magnificent. To you, he is masculinity manifest; the powerful muscular frame, the sheer size of him, and the hair covering his body that seems to be so perfectly manicured. You can’t stop your gaze from going lower to the thicket of curly hair and the leviathan that lay there, unhidden.
Imitating Sy’s reaction, you bite your lip at the sight of him. He’s not soft, but not entirely hard and he points to the floor. His length isn't much different from when he is hard, but he gets so much thicker. You know, when that moment arrives, he’s going to fill you up and stretch you wide. You think about grabbing his hand and taking him to your bedroom instead of the bathroom, but Sy takes another step closer and rests his hand on your cheek.
“I thought you were shy or something,” Sy says, moving his thumb slowly over the apple of your cheek. You must have looked confused because he continues, “You were reluctant that one time we talked about sex on the phone. I thought you were nervous about it, or really inexperienced.”
“Are you… disappointed?”
“Are you crazy?” Sy says quickly, and you can’t help but laugh. “Don’t you know…”
Sy stops mid sentence, his brows draw low, and his tongue works over his teeth as he begins to feel you. His palms rub over your body, occasionally stopping at random spots, squeezing you there, sometimes getting a handful of flesh, sometimes bone. His eyes follow the path of his hands until he sighs with a smile and looks at you.
“You are so fuckin’ gorgeous,” Sy shakes his head, “Remember the night we met?”
You nod, “At The Baron.”
“Yeah. The second you walked in, the whole bar got quiet. It made me—”
Sy’s jaw juts out, and he holds it there a moment as he seems to stare at nothing over your shoulder. You cover his hand with yours and his face relaxes a little as you slide your hand over his forearm. He smiles a little at you, but his eyes still seem distant.
“I remember turnin’ in my chair and watchin’ you, tryin’ to get it straight in my mind what a girl like you would be doin’ in a place like The Baron.”
You laugh and go to the small closet next to the bathroom to pull out a couple of washcloths and a spare towel for Sy.
“Pre-gaming,” you tell him with a grin. He looks surprised and you shrug, “One of my friends is dating the manager, he gives us cheap drinks.”
Sy narrows his eyes, “You ain’t still goin’ there, are you?”
“Sometimes.”
Sy gives you a long, hard look with raised eyebrows, then shakes his head.
“What?”
“It’s a rough bar,” he says, “It ain’t safe.”
You wait for him to tell you not to go there anymore, but he doesn’t, and even though you can tell he wants to, he bites his tongue. There is something reassuring about the way he suggests his displeasure at the thought of you going to that bar, but restrains himself from forbidding your actions. He seems to respect your autonomy and trusts in your ability to make decisions for yourself. These little parts of him that you’re discovering are only serving to increase your attraction to him. You pull on his neck, and give him a quick kiss to let him know you approve.
“Bathroom,” you say, indicating the next door in the hall. Sy points at it and you nod, waiting for him to go in before you follow, using the towels to hide behind, “I met you at The Baron,” you point out, bringing the conversation back to the first night you met as you pass him a washcloth.
Sy grins, his cheeks crease into dimples that peek out from just above his beard. He takes the cloth and draws you into his arms, “And look where we’ve ended up.”
“As if this isn’t where you wanted to be that night.”
“Course it is,” Sy’s voice drops low again, becoming softer and deeper, “Same with every other man there that night. You were otherworldly in that bar, Sugar. As out of place as a thoroughbred ploughin’ a field,'' Sy breathes in a little shakily, as if he’s reliving the moment. His voice is husky when he speaks again, “Then you smiled in my direction… and it was like a punch that knocked the wind out of me. You were so beautiful, baby, I couldn’t breathe.”
Goosebumps break over you as your body warms and your skin stays cool. Had he really thought that? He had never indicated he felt that way before. You think back to your date. He hadn’t been anything like he was today. Yeah, his kisses had been amazing, full of passion and desire but he’d also been very respectful. He barely touched you anywhere below your shoulders, his hands only occasionally wandering to your hip.
“So,” you lick your lips, unsure if you should ask the question that’s plagued you for over a year, “Why didn’t you ask me out again?”
Sy doesn’t answer for a while, not because he’s ignoring you or trying to come up with a lie, he just seems to be thinking, wanting to make sure his words are appropriate. It strikes you suddenly that this must be how he looked when he was quiet on the phone.
“I was given my orders a couple of days after I took you out.”
That isn’t a surprise. You thought he would have been given more notice than the week before, which is when he told you he was leaving.
“I thought,” he smiles briefly, “incorrectly, that if I didn’t see you again, it’d be easier on me. I couldn’t ask ya to wait for me, not after just one date. And a girl like you wasn't gonna be single for long. I figured by the time I got back, you’d be seein’ someone else. Thought if I kept my distance and didn’t start anythin’…”
Sy steps back and runs a hand over his short hair, as if he is signalling he was done speaking. You wait a while to make sure before you speak.
“I thought you weren’t interested,” you say.
Sy looks at you shaking his head, “How on God’s green earth did ya get that idea?”
You shrug, “Look at it from my perspective. You hit on me at the bar. You get my number. You call me the next day, and take me out the following weekend. We had a great time, then we came back here and…well…”
Sy grins, “I thought that was makin’ it clear I was interested.”
“It was,” you say slowly before sighing heavily, “Then you didn't ask me out again, and that pretty much told me I wasn't going to hear from you anymore.”
Sy takes your hand in his, lifting it palm up and kissing it. His nose hovers above your wrist and he inhales deeply through his nose. He growls playfully and nips at your fingers, “God dammit, woman. This perfume of yours, what’s it called? I’m gonna buy you a lifetime supply so you never stop wearin’ it.”
Though he’s obviously trying to distract you, he’s so skillfully charming you can’t help but giggle. “Quit it, Sy!”
Sy gives your finger one more bite before he stops, but he keeps hold of your hand. He’s smiling widely, as broadly and mischievously as a school boy. He’s so attractive, but when he smiles like that, he’s dazzling; it's so stunning you forget what you were talking about before he became playful. Dazed, you turn on the shower one handed, unwilling to let him go and unsure if he would release you anyway.
Despite your small apartment, your shower is spacious, obviously designed for couples and it accommodates you both with ease. However, it turns out you don’t need much space; Sy locks his arms around you, guiding your bodies so each of you has a shoulder under the spray. You lay your heads against each other and for a while that's how you stay, wrapped in each other’s arms, the embrace as warm as the sultry, soothing water.
When you lift your head, Sy has a small smile on his lips and he leans into you, nudging his nose against yours as his beard caresses your skin. Then his lips stroke yours softly and your eyes slide closed as the sensation of his kiss makes you float away.
“I fucked up, baby. I never meant for you to feel like I'd lost interest in you,” he says. It takes you a minute to remember what he is apologising for, “I thought walkin’ away early would keep you from gettin’ hurt too.”
“So why did you call a couple of months later then?”
Sy laughed ruefully, “’Cause I’m an asshole.”
You shake your head at him with a soft chuckle.
“It’s true. I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. I thought about ya so much that I couldn’t remember what I used to think about before I met you.”
If that wasn't one of the most romantic things you had ever heard, and he just said it like it was no big deal. There wasn't any emphasis or stressing the point that he was trying to be romantic. He said it like it was a fact, which only increased its impact. You’re stunned into silence, not quite understanding how Sy can be so nonchalant when he makes these little declarations of his affection for you.
Sy doesn’t seem to be expecting a reply and he guides your head to his shoulder again. With a deep, satisfied sigh, you lean into him and wrap your arms around his waist. Slowly he sways with you, a gentle rock back and forth that is just shy of dancing.
“This is nice,” you whisper, making your voice just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the spray echoing through the room. Sy hums in agreement.
“Can I wash you, Sy?” you boldly ask.
Sy has said that you’re responsive, but he really should see himself right now. His lips part as he breathes harder, and a soft flush blooms over his cheeks. Most telling though, is the feel of his cock as it jerks against your belly. He nods slowly in response.
Lathering the washcloth, you start with Sy’s chest, the dark, coarse hair suds up quickly as you sweep the cloth over his body. You wash his neck, his wide, sloped shoulders, and his thick, brawny arms, and then his taut stomach. At first, he is stiff and still, moving only his eyes as he tracks the path of your hand. Then he starts to breathe, deeper and longer, and moves his body beneath your touch, helping you by turning slightly and lifting his arms.
You gesture for him to face the other way and you wash his back, laying a chaste kiss against his spine. He’s smooth to touch and warm against your lips as you kiss between his shoulder blades. He leans into the cloth as you scrub a little harder, and makes a growl of pleasure. His skin is pale on his chest and back while his neck and arms are deeply tanned. You inventory the small scars and his perfect imperfections, trying to commit them to memory. Once again, you’re struck by how phenomenal his body is, how hulking and bullish. He looks so powerful, strong, raw, and so fucking masculine. Though you love the tender way he touches you, part of you wants to know what it would be like to feel his strength, to feel helpless in his arms, to be completely and utterly overpowered by him.
“Hmm, that's good,” Sy hums.
“Yeah?” Pressing your body against his back, you bring the soapy cloth over his ass and thighs.
“Yeah,” Sy confirms throatily.
Wrapping your arms around him, you reach between his legs, “And this?”
“Fuck!” Throwing an arm out against the tiled wall, his hips roll as your cloth covered hand moves over his now fully erect cock. You feel his hand cover yours and he guides your movements over his sex in quick, gestures.
Sy turns around swiftly and takes the cloth from your hand. You don’t understand, he seemed to be enjoying your touch and he was as hard as steel in your hand, but he pulled himself away.
Your confusion is short lived as he lathers the other washcloth and grins at you wolfishly, “My turn.”
Sy waits for you to nod before he turns you, laying his hand flat over your belly he gathers you close as he starts to wash. He leans his chin on your shoulder and watches as his hand moves over your breasts, slippery, but pleasantly rough, and your nipples harden in seconds under his languidly sensual touch.
He kisses your neck, softly and gently, dulcetly humming into your skin. Sy is so hard where he presses into you, just the feel of him makes your core throb maddingly. You ache to move and a near desperation fills you to do so, and soon you find yourself rubbing your body against his cock trying to entice him for more.
“Shh, baby. Easy,” Sy drawls in your ear.
Holy fuck. His voice is so gravelly, so coarse; and the commanding way he stills your movements by placing a firm hand on your hip, it makes you feel boneless, and your knees almost give way. Your fingers clutch at his forearm, gripping tight to hold yourself upright.
“I’m not fuckin’ you in here,” Sy tells you, then chuckles softly as you whine, “We’re just gonna wash.”
At first he is true to his word as he moves the cloth over your arms, shoulders and breasts again. Then he drops all pretence and the washcloth, which makes a splash as it falls to the tiles. His soapy hands are all over you, gliding over your skin as he teases your neck with soft brushes of his lips, his warm breath, and the constant rumble in his throat. Using his foot, he edges your feet apart and washes you gently between your legs. It’s arousing and erotic. Your body burns, but strangely your eyelids grow heavy and you lay your head against Sy’s shoulder. He hums and presses a tender kiss against your temple.
“Good girl,” Sy murmurs into your ear, “Hmm, you’re so soft.”
“You keep saying that.”
“‘Cause I keep thinkin’ it,” Sy says, “Your skin is soft, your lips are soft, your mouth is soft, and dear God your pussy,” he groans, pressing his swollen cock against you, “It's like smooth, wet, hot silk.”
You close your eyes and let your arms fall lazily at your sides, opening your body up completely for Sy, silently inviting him to take his fill. You’re well and truly clean, there’s no soap left but Sy keeps touching you, his hands moving over you with the same easy confidence he’d had earlier. You think he’s going to forget what he said about fucking you as his fingers graze teasingly over your now slick and swollen pussy.
Instead he sighs and wraps his arms around yours, effectively trapping you beneath his arms as his hands cover your breasts. He doesn’t caress you or squeeze you, he just seems content in holding you. Slowly the blazing heat he built up in you reduces to a manageable smoulder. He kisses your neck a few more times, short chaste brushes of his lips before he sighs again.
“We should get out,” Sy grumbles with obvious regret.
You don’t want to get out either, but you don’t stop him as he leaves the shower while you shut off the water. When you turn around he's holding your towel and as you step out of the cubicle he lifts it over your head and places it around your shoulders. He hums and kisses your forehead before wrapping his own towel around his waist.
“Thank you,” you say.
Sy smiles in acknowledgement and follows you to the bedroom. He ogles you as you dry off, his cock is still stiff and you pretend not to notice. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him too. More than seeing him naked, watching him towel off is strangely erotic and intimate.
A sudden longing fills you as you realise that this piece of domesticity could become normal if this thing between you and Sy can last. This yearning, for him to be with you day and night, and for him to be at home with you, it feels like he’s holding your heart on a string and each moment you’re together he tugs you closer and closer.
“Which side do you want to sleep on?” you ask, pulling on your robe. You don’t bother with underwear because you hope you won’t stay dressed long enough to need them. Sy has put on a pair of track pants with a wife beater and he looks at your bed irritably as he gnaws on his bottom lip.
“Huh?” Sy looks at you, his eyes a little wild as they dart around the room then back to the bed. He rubs a hand over his short hair, “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
Your heart sinks. What the hell happened in the space of a few minutes? “Why not?” you ask tersely.
“Bed’s too small.” His voice is cold and distant.
Scrunching your face up, you look at your bed. It doesn’t look too small to you. Sure, Sy is a big guy, but you had also figured there would be quite a bit of snuggling, and you certainly don’t need a lot of room for that. Besides, aren’t army beds small?
“It’s a queen,” you tell Sy, trying to refute his argument.
He grunts as you come closer, “It’s too soft,” he mumbles and you can barely hear him.
“Sy, if you don't want to spend the night with me, you don't have to make up excuses,” Although you try to bite back your agitation, it carries in your voice and Sy picks it up easily.
“That’s fucking bullshit, Sugar, and you know it,” Sy barks, his harsh tone reflecting your annoyance. He’s never spoken to you like that before and it makes you take a step back. His eyes widen as he realises how he sounded and he tempers his expression, “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I…” he cuts himself off, his lips pressing into a thin line.
Something is wrong. He was allusive earlier when you had asked if he was spending the night, and you recalled that he had a similar attitude on the phone when you talked about sleeping together. At the time, you had thought it was because he wasn’t sure how far you were willing to go with him and he hadn’t wanted to pressure you, but now it all seemed suspect. Surely, he knew that you wanted to have sex at some point tonight, especially if you slept in the same bed; there was far too much sexual tension between you for it not to happen.
“I do wanna stay with you,” Sy says, drawing you into an embrace, “You gotta know I want nothing more in this world than to wake up with you in my arms.”
“Then why are you making such a big issue out of it?”
“It’s nothin’, baby… I’m just…” Sy grins at you, “I’m hungry.”
You aren't sure if you believe him. The smile on his face doesn't quite reach his eyes and it leaves you feeling on edge. There's something he’s not telling you, and the fact that he isn’t being open with you makes you wonder if he’s ever been honest with you at all. You return his smile with a disingenuous one of your own while your mind furiously tries to decide if you should call him out on the suspected insincerity.
You let it go, hoping that you’re just reading too much into things, “Come on then. I’ll cook you dinner.”
In the kitchen, you give Sy a beer and tell him to have a seat while you prepare dinner. He seems more relaxed now as he sits at the island bench watching you with a more genuine half-smile as you gather your utensils. Maybe he really isn't hiding anything. Shaking off your doubts, you concentrate on preparing the meal.
“We could order in if ya want,” Sy says, “I do owe you a few dinners.”
“When was the last time you had a home cooked meal with fresh food?”
“It’s been a while,” Sy admits.
“So, let me cook for you. I cook for myself, it’s not that much more to cook for you too.”
“Okay,” Sy agrees, “The offer is there though, maybe tomorrow night?”
His words make you pause momentarily as you reach for a head of lettuce in the crisper drawer. After the conversation you just had in the bedroom, his plan to see you again tomorrow seems odd. If he doesn’t want to spend the night, but still wants to see you tomorrow, why not just stay?
You continue gathering the ingredients, trying to push away the nagging uncertainties. It isn't much, just a couple of steaks and a salad but Sy’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the two beef ribeyes on the plate. You silently congratulate yourself as he stares at the food and licks his lips. Then you stifle a giggle as you realise that, sometimes, he really does look at you like you’re something to eat. Maybe that should upset you, but it doesn’t. Maybe there isn’t anything to worry about, maybe he just likes sleeping alone.
There are so many unanswered questions in your mind, you’re relieved when they dissipate as you immerse yourself in the meal prep. Sy seems content to watch you, barely making any conversation until you ask him how he likes his steak cooked.
“Medium rare,” he says, “Cooked on the outside, a little bloody in the centre.”
“You’re a man after my own heart,” you agree.
“Yes ma’am,” Sy says with a roguish grin, “Among other things,” He winks at you, well he tries to, but it’s more of an exaggerated blink.
Pressing your lips together, you hold in your laugh, feeling your face heat with the effort.
“You laughin’ at me, darlin’?” Sy asks, playfully.
You shake your head still avoiding looking at him, but he moves his head into your line of sight still wearing the same puckish smirk and you release your laughter with an embarrassing bark.
The moment of light-heartedness breaks the tension between you and you both begin to talk about what foods you like, the conversation flowing as easily as it had on the phone. You feel relieved, in the back of your mind there has always been the worry that perhaps your relationship wouldn’t be the same in person; or worse, that once sex was introduced, the friendly ease you had with each other would disappear. Of course, you are attracted to Sy and it's what made you agree to a date with him all those months ago, but it was your conversations that convinced you there was the potential for more.
Watching Sy eat was a joy unto itself. You had only ever cooked for a couple of men and none of them seemed to eat with the level of gusto he was exhibiting now. You marvel at how he could be so quick but also maintain his manners. It was like he inhaled the food rather than chewed it and he sat back nursing a second beer while you finished eating.
“Want to watch the movie?’ you ask when you are done. You look at Sy and see him staring at you, or rather through you, “Sy?”
“Sorry,” Sy says with a start. He sniffs and seems to give himself a shake, “I was… somewhere else there for a minute.”
“You alright?” you ask and it suddenly dawns on you what his problem could be. The phone calls when he was too quiet, the worry about sleeping, how distracted and far away he looked sometimes, he reminded you a little of your father, “We don't have to, we could watch something else, or we could just talk?” Please talk to me Sy, you want to add, but bite your tongue. If his problem is what you think it is, he’s probably not going to discuss it easily.
“We’ve talked a lot,” Sy says, “About everythin’, and nothin’,” he puts a hand on your face and his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek, “How is it we still find things to say?”
You shrug, “There’s still so much that I don't know about you.”
“You know me, Sugar. You may not know all the details, but you know me.”
“Details are important, Sy.”
He grunts and drops his hand. He leans back in his chair and crosses his legs, resting an ankle on his knee, “What kind of details are you lookin’ for?”
“I don’t know,” you say slowly. His guard has gone up again, even his eyes are narrowed and full of suspicion.
He nods and frowns slightly, looking at you with raised brows, “Are you talkin’ about my tour?”
Jesus, he’s blunt. You try not to shift uncomfortably under the weight of his stare. He does not look impressed, “I mean if something’s weighing on your mind… if something’s bothering you…” You trail off as his eyes darken.
“You don’t wanna know about that shit,” He shakes his head and folds his arms across his broad chest, “I thought you’d understand that… you more than most.”
“Because of my Dad and brother?”
“Yeah. How much do you know about what goes on over there?”
Your throat feels dry and you reach for your wine, gulping it down hard and filling the glass again, “More than you’d think.”
Sy looks surprised, “Your Dad told you stories?”
“He didn’t have to tell us. He used to scream during the night,” you say, keeping your tone low, “One time he actually got me and my brother out of bed and had us in the car before Mom found us and redirected him back to bed. He was asleep with his eyes open. He’d even responded to questions.”
Sy grunts but makes no comment.
“I didn’t know at the time what was going on, but… I know now,” You inhale sharply; just revisiting that night in your mind feels like reliving the trauma, and you can’t imagine how the men in your life lived through the real thing, night after night, “I’m not telling you about my father because I understand what you might be going through, because I don’t, and I know that. I only know that he had to talk about it.”
Sy’s chest starts to heave, and he looks away from you, his jaw juts forward as he runs his tongue over his teeth. His arms drop by his side, and his ankle falls off his knee. You bring your chair closer to his, your knees almost touching. You lay your hand out palm up on his thigh. He stares at it so long that you think about taking it back, but then he sighs and takes it in his.
“What do ya want me to say, Sugar?” He asks, folding both of his hands around yours. They’re so big that just the tips of your fingers peek through.
You move to the edge of the chair to be closer to him. You want to take him in your arms, to hold him and console him. Not just for this moment, but for all of the other times you had heard the need for comfort in his voice and you were unable to provide it.
“Whatever you want to. Just know that you don’t have to hide from me Sy, I don’t scare easily.”
“Come here, baby,” Sy tugs on your hand and you stand, intending to sit on his lap like he seems to like. Instead he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his face into your belly. Immediately, that deep feminine instinct to soothe kicks in and you run your fingers over his soft, short hair.
“Shhh,” the gentle shushing noises seem to also come from that same primal urge. As you stroke his head and tenderly scratch at his neck and back, you wonder if this is another thing Sy thought about: how it would feel to have his woman hold him like this. His woman. Even if you think of yourself with that title, it's never been addressed. Like so much with Sy, you talk and talk, but so much gets left unsaid.
“I can’t sleep,” Sy says, his voice muffled, and you stop breathing, not wanting to do anything to stop his admission, “I haven't slept more than a couple of hours a night for a few weeks now,” He’s quiet for a second or two and you lean back trying to get a look at his face, but he stops you, “I can’t… please… just stay like this for me, baby.”
“Ok, Noah,” you lull.
Sy squeezes you gently, “You’ve never said my name before,” he murmurs.
“You don’t like it?”
“I do like it,” he says, his voice still a little smothered by your robe. Then he takes a deep breath and speaks clearly, “Sometimes I wake in a sweat, kicking at the blankets cause I feel… trapped, I guess.”
“That's why you don’t want to spend the night with me?”
“I haven’t slept with a woman for a long time,” he confesses, and you feel him tense before adding, “I mean I’ve had—”
“I know what you mean,” you interrupt, surprising yourself at how quickly the seed of jealousy bore fruit in your mind.
“I don’t know if I’d lash out at ya, if I’d— I don’t want to hurt you,” Sy finally raises his head and meets your eyes. Your heart skips and you’re barely able to suppress a gasp. He looks awful, and so tired; his eyes are bleary and wild and rimmed with red, “I want to spend the night with you,” he says as he stands up, keeping his arms firmly around you, “God damn, I want to so badly,” He drops his head until your noses meet, “I wanna go to bed with you every night and wake up with your pretty li’l head on my chest every mornin’.”
You smile at the thought, “I want that too, Noah.”
“I just don’t know if I can,” Sy says in a pained voice.
“Has this happened before? The nightmares, I mean?”
“Occasionally,” Sy admits, “But not like this.” He looks above your head and you worry that you’re going to lose his focus, so you hold his face between your hands and direct his gaze back to yours.
“Can we try?” you ask.
Sy frowns, and it seems like time slows as he assesses you before letting out a long breath, “Are you sure?”
“I told you Sy,” you smile a little, “You’re gonna have to do better than that to scare me off.”
Sy chuffs, a small smile appears on his face too, “Ok baby.”
His eyes drop and you sense a swift change in his mood as he sucks in a breath through his teeth. Puzzled, you follow his gaze and notice that your robe has fallen open, revealing the centre of your chest and inner curve of your breasts, down to your navel.
“Sorry,” you mumble, as you take a couple of steps back and fumbling to close the garment.
“Stop.” His words are a command and you drop your hands almost immediately.
Sy closes the short distance between you, stopping before your bodies can meet. His chest starts to expand a little faster, the air whistles through his teeth with each panting breath. With slightly shaky hands, he pulls at the belt and the knot falls apart. He looks at you briefly with narrowed eyes and a slightly open mouth before he looks down at his hands. He grips the lapels and parts the robe at your waist, opening it wide.
The tension slowly leaves his face as he takes you in and his tongue glides over his bottom lip before he draws it into his mouth and bites it. His eyes are everywhere, staring at you greedily, as though he were seeing you for the first time. There’s an open yearning to his wide eyed gaze, a vulnerability he doesn’t try to disguise. He raises his hand to your waist but stops and meets your eyes before he makes contact with you. You don’t dare move, because you fear if he keeps looking at you like he is, your legs won’t be able to hold you.
Heat.
That’s the only word you can think of as his eyes seem to want to burn through yours, and all you want in the world is to go up in flames. He doesn’t drop his gaze as he puts his hands on your waist. He’s gentle, the pads of his fingers making contact first, leading with a tender caress.
Sy hums softly as he slides the robe off of your shoulders before wrapping an arm around you. The energy between you feels like electricity arcing; he draws you in closer until your chest meets his and a jolting spark shoots down your spine, straight to your clit.
Barely suppressing a moan, you put your arms around his shoulders and bring his head into your neck. You can hear and feel his muffled groan as he nuzzles into you and tightens his arms.
“I’m gonna take you to bed,” he rasps as his lips move gently over your skin, “God, I want you. I want all of you.”
“Then take me, Sy,” you whisper because you couldn’t speak any louder if you wanted to, you’re so breathless.
Sy doesn’t wait for a second invitation, keeping an arm around you he walks you to your room. He shepherds you backwards until your legs hit the bed and you let yourself fall onto the mattress with a giggle. Sy pulls his tank off as he climbs onto the bed, smiling as he sits with his back against the headboard and pulls you over him, your legs on either side of his.
The sun is starting to set and brilliant red and orange light seeps through your curtains and hits Sy’s face just right. You stare at him, struck by how handsome he is. His cheekbones are so perfectly highlighted by his beard, and although his skin is marred by scars, it only adds to his rugged perfection.
“What are you lookin’ at, baby?” he asks slowly, drawing your attention to his lips that are stretched into a gentle smile. Now they are perfect. Big enough to suit his face, and so surprisingly soft. Without conscious thought, your thumb sweeps gently over them and he chases it with his teeth, giving you a delicate nip and a kiss.
“Just you,” You keep your voice low too, like any loud noise would break the spell of this moment, “You’re so good looking.”
Sy holds your hand to his lips and kisses your palm, “I could say the same about you, but it wouldn’t do you justice… you’re so much more than ‘good looking’.”
“Sy,” you shake your head, you can feel your cheeks heating, “I–”
He shuts you up with a kiss, lips firm against your mouth. His arms tighten around you and he rolls you over onto your back, “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs emphatically as his hand moves down the side of your body with a tender touch. His hand is hesitant as he sweeps it over your belly, and his voice shakes ever so slightly, “I told you, I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”
His fingers trace the curve of your breast, and your nipples tighten as his touch sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine. Sy bites his lip as he watches your reactions.
“I wanna know all the ways I can make you tremble like that. I’m gonna take you every way I know how. I’m gonna make love to you, and I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe. I want you on top of me and under me. I want you on your fuckin’ knees,” he growls, and for a moment you think that’s exactly what he’s going to do. His eyes are wild and hungry, like he’s doing everything he can not to flip you onto your stomach and take you from behind.
Instead he lowers his head to your breasts, taking you into his soft, warm mouth. He peers at you from beneath his brows as he moves to your other breast and his tongue comes out to circle your nipple slowly, his breath cooling the wetness he leaves behind. With a faint moan he draws the tight bud into his mouth, and you gasp as you feel his fingers caressing higher on your inner thigh.
“Open for me baby, let me touch you.”
Your legs part without any thought, it's nearly embarrassing how quickly you obey. But you’re ready for him, so ready, and you want him to know it.
“A little more,” he shifts his weight, giving your legs more room, “That’s it. That’s what I want.”
His fingers keep moving higher, and your thighs quake in anticipation. You drop your head back to the pillow, closing your eyes. God he’s so much, how does he know just what to say, just how to touch you to make you so malleable?
Then he’s on you, his hand is between your legs and the heat of his skin burns your already hot centre.
“Oh God, you’re so wet! So soft and warm,” he moans, burying his head into your chest. Your body surges and your hips move against his palm, “Oh fuck, you’re killin’ me here, baby.”
His teeth sink softly into the flesh of your breast as his finger slips inside you followed swiftly by a second. You hold on to him, gripping his forearm tight, holding him inside you as you rock against his palm, and his mouth moves over your body.
Sy moves behind you, tucking your body in close. Lifting your leg over his and wrapping an arm around your waist, he presses his hardness against your undulating body, grinding and rocking with you. He crushes his mouth against your ear, his beard and lips scratching at your sensitive skin.
“Baby, look at you move, you’re so close ain’t ya? I can feel ya squeezing my fingers. You’re makin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”
You moan, reaching behind you to pull his hips closer to yours. You close your eyes, focussing on the feeling of his fingers, his hot breath on your neck, and his cock rubbing against your ass.
Sy hums, “You like the way my cock feels, don't ya?” Even though you know it's a rhetorical question, you nod emphatically, “Soon as you come, baby, I’m gonna be inside you. God, you’re gonna feel amazing, I’m gonna make it feel so good for you.”
His fingers slide out of your core and press against your clit and your hips buck as you cry out. He growls, the arm around your waist tightens and his teeth sink into your ear. He’s suddenly rough with you, his kiss is full of harsh need, all sucking and biting, and he holds you so tight you can barely breathe. His raw power is so potent, but his touch between your legs is still so gentle where he moves over your clit.
“Sy, I…” you stutter, panting so hard you can’t make the words form.
His arm leaves your waist, fingers sliding up to your cheek to turn your face to his, “Call me Noah, baby,” he kisses you and keeps your face close to his, his voice just a whisper, “I want you to call me Noah.”
You bring your hand to his bearded cheek as you teeter on the edge of your release, “You’re going to make me come, Noah.”
“Good girl. That’s all I want, baby. Do it, come, I want it.”
You close your eyes, so, so close.
“Look at me, I wanna see, I…”
You open your eyes, but barely. You feel intoxicated, so high you could touch the ceiling. Then whatever was holding you up falls away and your body explodes as warmth floods you. Your eyes slide shut again and you can barely hear Sy’s whispered praise.
“That's good, baby. You're so good for me…so beautiful…so fucking perfect,” His kisses move down your neck and across your shoulders as you come back into your body. Still tingling with warmth, your skin feels so sensitive, each brush of his lips stokes the heat in you and you know you must have more of him.
You roll over in his arms and kiss him, letting your hand slide over his head and neck like he enjoys. You thought he’d already be pushing himself into you; he feels so hard and ready. Instead, he moves under your hand like a puppy who wants pats, guiding your touch to where he wants it as he presses his face between your breasts with a groan.
Then, quite suddenly, he pushes you onto your back, rising between your legs until you feel the hardness between his, pressing against your hot center. He’s so heavy above you, but you like it; you want to feel his weight, feel how open you are beneath him as he spreads your legs wide to accommodate his body. He kisses his way back up to your neck, trailing his lips over your throat and jaw.
“Noah,” you murmur, and you squirm beneath him, feeling the length of him slide easily between your slick and swollen slit.
Sy hisses in your ear, then pulls his hips away with a curse.
“Shit, I… do I need a condom?” he asks.
“You’ve been tested, right?” you ask, knowing your brother is tested after every deployment, “And I’m on birth control.”
“Yeah, I have, but I’ll wear one if you want me to.”
“I trust you, Noah,” you tell him sweetly and matter-of-factly.
His brows come together and he looks away, his jaw is hard and you can see the muscles clenching. His chest pumps harder and you feel his already rock-hard cock pulsing against your thigh. He looks at you and lowers himself back down until his weight is on you again, holding his head above yours. His eyes glisten, and you wonder if he is going to cry.
“Are you…”
“Baby, I…” he sighs and leans on his elbows while his fingers stroke your hair, “I’m in so deep with you. You know that right?” Your furrowed brows must have been an answer because he continued, “I’m in so fuckin’ deep, I can barely see the surface.”
Your eyes widen, you’re not stupid, you know what he’s trying to say. Suddenly, your chest becomes tight and tears sting your eyes, “Noah–”
His mouth covers yours, “Don’t say anythin’,” he says into your mouth, “you don't need to, just kiss me.”
And that’s what you do, letting your need for him speak through the hard collision of your lips and the soft insistence of your tongue. Your desire for him is as strong as his is for you. You’re in just as deep as he is and you don’t even try to hide it.
As if of one mind, you each reach a hand between your bodies for his cock. You both let out a short laugh, and instantly you’re nervous again.
“Sorry,” you apologise shily.
Sy shakes his head, “It’s okay. Here,” he takes your hand in his and places it around his length. He moves your hand over him and whispers, “Together.”
You nod and suddenly you’re both serious, eyes locked onto the one another, your breaths coming hard and fast. The silky, soft skin of Sy’s dick slides over your slick folds and your eyes flutter closed with a gasp as his head brushes your clit.
“Look at me baby,” Sy urges and you open your eyes, “Keep lookin’ at me. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
His hand tightens around yours as he guides himself into your core, and you inhale sharply as he slides in, inch by blissful inch. Your eyes widen as you feel the pressure of him sinking into you, and you squeeze his hand as your pussy stretches to welcomely accommodate his girth.
“Oh, fuck,” Sy groans as your bodies meet, lifting your hand off of him and lacing his fingers in yours as he pins your hand against the mattress above your head. He swells within you, filling you, owning you so completely that you don’t know how you ever felt satisfied before him. He kisses your mouth and chin, cheeks and neck, but he still hasn’t moved, his hardness bound within you.
His free hand clutches at your hip like he wants to be deeper than he already is, and his face tightens as he huffs his breaths like a bull, nearly snorting through his flaring nose. Holding his weight on his elbows he moves his free hand to caress your face, he’s so gentle, despite how much he wants you. You feel like he’s holding back, he seems so tense, and you want to tell him to let go and be wild, but— God you want him like this too! His tender touches make your heart skip like the needle jumping on a record. You run your hand up his arm and shoulder and lay it against his fur, watching the billowing of his chest with each panting breath.
“You’re so…” Sy says before slamming his mouth shut and with a low growl, and pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is intense, urgent and needful, with no finesse at all. His lips move roughly over yours, opening them, licking and sinking his teeth into the flesh of your lower lip. Then he moves and it feels like satin gliding over your silken walls. You feel him everywhere, like he’s invaded every cell of your being as his body rolls above yours in a powerful, yet gentle rhythm, so different to the way his lips are moving.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, so… so… fuck! You’re everything, Sugar. You’re everything.”
You kiss him with an intensity to match his, neither of you are holding back now, you need him so desperately.You tug your hand out from beneath his, grabbing at his back, feeling the way his spine rolls and his muscles ripple as he undulates above you. His skin is searingly hot and you pull on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him, craving a closer proximity to all of that heat, all of that muscle, and all of that raw power.
“More,” you implore, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his ass, “I need more.”
“Like this,” he growls, his voice rumbling like an engine, deep and throaty. He keeps the same easy flow but pushes into you with a hard grunt.
“God, yes,” you moan as your back arches.
Your body catches his new rhythm and you move together, eyes firmly locked on each other, neither of you can look away. How can it be like this? How can it feel this good when it’s never been like this with anyone else. Suddenly, all of those months of waiting, all of the worry and build up, come crashing down over you. Your vision blurs and you can’t blink fast enough to stop the tears from falling.
“Sugar, I…”
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, pulling on his neck until his whole body rests on yours. “Please— please don't stop,” You kiss him hard, begging him with your mouth, demanding more with your hips.
“Shit, baby, I don’t know if I should…” You close your eyes with a shuddering moan, and feel the rough pads of his thumbs wipe at the tears that spill over your temples. Sy groans, and drops his head into your neck, his arms wrap around your back, “It’s okay, you’re good. I'm here, I’ve got you,” he mumbles as his lips gently kiss along the side of your neck.
Sy slides an arm further up your back and cradles the back of your head, while the other lifts your leg, holding it under his arm. Oh God! He moves, pushing so much deeper, and he’s hitting that spot that makes you go wild. Your fingers dig into his neck and back, his skin is slick with sweat and he wipes his face against his arm before he leans over you, pressing his forehead against yours.
You feel the soft pillows of his lips skim over your face, gliding over the planes of your skin as he mumbles your name, so softly you’re not even sure he said it. You open your eyes and you feel him as you’re held by his gaze, you feel his love, his passion, his need. And as he whispers your name again, you feel him so profoundly that it seems as though he has seeped into the marrow of your bones.
You’re close to your peak, and you cry out wordlessly as your body pulls tighter and tighter, “Noah, I’m…” you're so breathless, panting, you can't even say it.
“It's okay baby, let it happen, I want it. Give yourself to me, come on my cock. I wanna feel you, I fuckin’ want it all, give it to me, Sugar,” Sy grunts out his encouragement through hard gritted teeth. His head pushes so hard against yours it almost hurts, but his thumb strokes your cheek softly and his fingers move over your neck.
Your eyes squeeze shut as that welcome and familiar tightening grows in your gut. You know you must be close to shouting, but all you can hear is Sy’s muttered urgings, the slap of your bodies colliding with one another, and the rustle of the pillow beneath your head as Sy pushes you further up the bed with each thrust.
“Christ, look at you, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, so fuckin’ hot,” Sy whispers before his tongue slides over your parted lips, “Come for me, baby. God, I wanna feel you.”
You kiss him, clumsy and desperate, clutching him closer and tighter, not letting go until you crest your peak and fall into your orgasm. Waves of pleasure make your whole body contract and release, you can feel your core tighten around him, feel him as he keeps fucking you through your climax and the little, shivering aftershocks that ripple through you as he hits that spot again and again.
He doesn't stop, doesn’t slow down, if anything, he’s going harder than before. His arms slide under yours and he grabs your shoulders in his hands using them for leverage. His eyes stay on yours until he can’t hold back anymore and he swears, his lip rising into a snarl before he throws his head back with a deep primal growl. You’re awestruck as his neck fills with tension, rivulets of sweat run down his reddening skin and the muscles tighten, tendons and veins popping as he strains with effort. Your already stretched core is spread wide again and you cry out as you feel him thicken and release into you.
Then he stills, his head drops back to your neck and his hot, panting breath roars in your ear. For a moment, you feel all his weight as he pulls an arm out from behind your back and searches until he finds your hand, slipping his fingers between yours. With a hum you squeeze his hand and using your free arm and both legs you hug him, and Sy chuckles softly.
His laugh makes you grin and his kiss on your neck makes you want to melt for him all over again. “God damn,” he murmurs. You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed and a Cheshire grin has spread across his face. You kiss his lips, and his eyes open, his smile widening until a dimple creases his cheek.
“Yeah,” you say, “God damn.”
For a while you both lay there looking at each other while you catch your breath. Sy’s thumb strokes the back of your hand, and you bring it to your lips giving it a lingering kiss.
Sy closes his eyes and kisses your cheek. His slowly softening cock falls from your core as he rolls onto his back and you protest with a whine.
“Don't worry, I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he says, pulling you into the crook of his arm. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, your fingers are drawn to his chest hair like there's a magnetic pull. Although wet and matted by sweat and friction, it’s still comforting as your fingers comb through the coarse curls and you close your eyes. Sy yawns, and you imagine his eyes have closed too as his fingers lazily dance up and down over your arm.
Not wanting to imagine it, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest. Sure enough, his eyes are closed, the muscles in his face seem to be at rest and you stay there, transfixed, watching as he seems to flirt with the edge of consciousness. Soon his fingers stop their caress and his hand falls limply over your arm, presumably asleep.
There’s a part of you that is still disbelieving of his presence here, that you’d actually just had sex. You felt like if you fell asleep now, you would awake to find it had all been a dream. You fight the urge to trace the lines of his features: the straight, but bumpy nose, the strong, prominent brows, the high, chiseled cheekbones, and those soft, plush lips. Instead you rest your head back onto his shoulder and watch him slumber peacefully, enjoying your uninterrupted study of him.
With a rumble in the back of his throat, Sy opens his eyes with a start, eyes wild and rolling in his head before they quickly settle on you. He sniffs as he takes a second to get his bearings then rolls onto his side, pulling you in close with an exaggerated grunt and a squeeze.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to doze off,” his voice is husky and deep with the remnants of sex and sleep.
“Would you just admit that you’re tired, Sy?” you say teasingly.
He chuckles. He’s got you so close to him, tucked in so tight, that his chin hits the top of your head when he speaks, “I am tired, baby.”
“C’mon, get under the blankets with me.”
You can feel him swallow against your forehead, “I’d like to shower first,” he says.
You kiss his still damp chest. “I told you, I don’t mind you being a little sweaty.”
“Darlin’, I’ve spent about 12 months without a proper shower. I’m gonna take one every chance I get,” he reveals and you can hear a grin in his voice.
“That's fair. Want me to come too?”
“It's ok, I’ll be quick.”
“What I should have said is, I want to come too.”
The shower is much quicker this time, Sy washes himself so fast that he was almost done by the time you finished fussing and got in. Through the frosted door, you see him wrap a towel around his waist and leave the bathroom, coming back with a toothbrush. Finishing just as he returns, you towel off and join him at the sink, the two of you brushing your teeth together.
You both keep looking at one another through the mirror, smiling at each other. Sy grins and gently bumps your shoulder with his, you shake your head with a silent chuckle then lean over the sink to spit out your excess paste.
As you straighten and lift your gaze, it's as if you’ve had a vision, deja vu. In that moment, it was as if the two of you had done this a million times before. Standing here together, preparing for bed at the end of the day, like it was your normal, natural, routine. With a sudden clarity, you could see it, your future with him became crystalised, set in stone, and you wanted this to be your life forever.
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The one with the one night stand (5)
pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?
Warnings: pregnancy, angst
Wednesday arrived sooner than expected
Your day started with a text message from Henry asking the time of your doctor appointment and telling you he was going to do his best to be there. You weren’t letting yourself hope too much though.
And now you were waiting for your appointment and even if you were trying not to, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching the door, hoping Henry would arrive in time.
“ Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now”- the receptionist said; you had just the time to stand up that you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry I’m late”- you heard Henry saying behind you and you looked at him. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses probably to avoid people recognizing him.
“It’s ok, you’re on time. I was just about to go in”
“Let’s go then”- you and Henry went into the office where your Ob-gyn was waiting for you
“Here’s my favorite patient”- she said
“Hey Jen, how are you?”- you hugged her before taking a seat.
“I’m ok. I see you’re not alone today?”- asked Jen
“Oh ehm, yeah he’s a friend”- you really didn’t know what to say. You knew Jen was a trusted person and even if you told her about Henry, she wouldn’t tell anybody, but you didn’t want to be the one to say it. You wanted him to knowledge that he was the father but he didn’t say anything.
“Ok, well let’s see how’s the little peanut doing”- Jen said - “you’re starting your second trimester, are you waiting to find out what you’re having?”- she asked while putting the gel on your belly.
“Yes I do, I don’t care what I’m having, boy or girl, it’s all the same for me but it’d be good to be prepared”
“Well it seems you’re going to be the mom of what I’m sure will be a beautiful girl”- she smiled
“A girl”- you whispered while looking at Henry but he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were on the monitor and you couldn’t read him. - “can we hear the heartbeat?”- you asked Jen while still looking at Henry.
“Of course”- she said and you heard that woush sound that always wormed your heart. Henry looked at you smiling then and you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore
“Damn hormones”- you chuckled
“Well everything looked good”- Jen gave you some paper towels to clean the gel -“I think we can see each other at our next appointment but if you need anything you can call me anytime or stop by during your shift”
“Thank you so much Jen”- you hugged her
“It was nice to meet you”- Henry said while shaking Jen’s hand
“Me too, I hope I’ll see you again”- she smiled before opening the door of her office.
“Are you ready to go home?”- asked Henry while you were getting out of the clinic.
“Yes, it’s my day off so I was hoping to run some errands but I have to take Cap on his walk first. Oh how is Kal?”
“He’s good, he wasn’t so happy I left him alone for a couple of days. He’s not used to it”- he smiled
“Where is he now?”
“My brother is with him now. They’re actually here, I was hoping to arrive here yesterday but I got hold back. So today Charlie, my brother, came with me, he’s keeping company to Kal right now”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to come if it was so much trouble”- you were feeling so guilty
“Don’t worry, beside my brother wanted to meet you. There he is”- he said and you looked up.
A man, Charlie, was sitting on a bench while Kal was at his feet. Kal was the first of the two noticing you, because he stood up and started to run toward his dad as soon as he saw Henry. Charlie looked up from his phone then and started coming towards you.
“Hey”- he said
“Charlie, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my brother Charlie”- Henry introduced you two.
“Nice to meet you”- you said smiling trying your best not to show your anxiety. You really wanted to make a good impression
“You too”- he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t glaring at you either, so it was a start at least -“everything ok?”- Charlie asked
“Yes, she is growing as it’s supposed to”- you smiled and caressed your belly. You couldn’t wait for her to start kicking.
“Oh so it’s a girl?”- he asked frowning
“Yes, it’s something wrong?”- you asked
“Nah, we’re a bunch of guys in our family, only one niece.”- he shrugged
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing! Stop it Charlie”- Henry said
“Well my car is the other way so...” - you said awkwardly- “oh I made you a key so you can be independent. Here it is”- you gave him le key -“I’m gonna go home. It was nice meeting you Charlie”- you said before turning around and leaving.
“You’re an idiot”- you heard Henry saying to his brother.
“Come on man. It was a joke, beside I’m not the only one doubting that’s really your kid”- Charlie answered
You weren’t smiling anymore.
It’s been so long and I’m sorry, I wanted to post a longer part but I’m not happy with anything I write so I’ll try to make the next parts longer (not that I’m happy with this part either).
Remember this is fiction so don’t bring hate here if you don’t like how portrait something of someone.
Also English is not my first language so please forgive him if there are any mistakes.
Hopefully it won’t be months before the next part.
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The one with the one night stand (5)
pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?
Warnings: pregnancy, angst
Wednesday arrived sooner than expected
Your day started with a text message from Henry asking the time of your doctor appointment and telling you he was going to do his best to be there. You weren’t letting yourself hope too much though.
And now you were waiting for your appointment and even if you were trying not to, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching the door, hoping Henry would arrive in time.
“ Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now”- the receptionist said; you had just the time to stand up that you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry I’m late”- you heard Henry saying behind you and you looked at him. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses probably to avoid people recognizing him.
“It’s ok, you’re on time. I was just about to go in”
“Let’s go then”- you and Henry went into the office where your Ob-gyn was waiting for you
“Here’s my favorite patient”- she said
“Hey Jen, how are you?”- you hugged her before taking a seat.
“I’m ok. I see you’re not alone today?”- asked Jen
“Oh ehm, yeah he’s a friend”- you really didn’t know what to say. You knew Jen was a trusted person and even if you told her about Henry, she wouldn’t tell anybody, but you didn’t want to be the one to say it. You wanted him to knowledge that he was the father but he didn’t say anything.
“Ok, well let’s see how’s the little peanut doing”- Jen said - “you’re starting your second trimester, are you waiting to find out what you’re having?”- she asked while putting the gel on your belly.
“Yes I do, I don’t care what I’m having, boy or girl, it’s all the same for me but it’d be good to be prepared”
“Well it seems you’re going to be the mom of what I’m sure will be a beautiful girl”- she smiled
“A girl”- you whispered while looking at Henry but he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were on the monitor and you couldn’t read him. - “can we hear the heartbeat?”- you asked Jen while still looking at Henry.
“Of course”- she said and you heard that woush sound that always wormed your heart. Henry looked at you smiling then and you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore
“Damn hormones”- you chuckled
“Well everything looked good”- Jen gave you some paper towels to clean the gel -“I think we can see each other at our next appointment but if you need anything you can call me anytime or stop by during your shift”
“Thank you so much Jen”- you hugged her
“It was nice to meet you”- Henry said while shaking Jen’s hand
“Me too, I hope I’ll see you again”- she smiled before opening the door of her office.
“Are you ready to go home?”- asked Henry while you were getting out of the clinic.
“Yes, it’s my day off so I was hoping to run some errands but I have to take Cap on his walk first. Oh how is Kal?”
“He’s good, he wasn’t so happy I left him alone for a couple of days. He’s not used to it”- he smiled
“Where is he now?”
“My brother is with him now. They’re actually here, I was hoping to arrive here yesterday but I got hold back. So today Charlie, my brother, came with me, he’s keeping company to Kal right now”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to come if it was so much trouble”- you were feeling so guilty
“Don’t worry, beside my brother wanted to meet you. There he is”- he said and you looked up.
A man, Charlie, was sitting on a bench while Kal was at his feet. Kal was the first of the two noticing you, because he stood up and started to run toward his dad as soon as he saw Henry. Charlie looked up from his phone then and started coming towards you.
“Hey”- he said
“Charlie, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my brother Charlie”- Henry introduced you two.
“Nice to meet you”- you said smiling trying your best not to show your anxiety. You really wanted to make a good impression
“You too”- he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t glaring at you either, so it was a start at least -“everything ok?”- Charlie asked
“Yes, she is growing as it’s supposed to”- you smiled and caressed your belly. You couldn’t wait for her to start kicking.
“Oh so it’s a girl?”- he asked frowning
“Yes, it’s something wrong?”- you asked
“Nah, we’re a bunch of guys in our family, only one niece.”- he shrugged
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing! Stop it Charlie”- Henry said
“Well my car is the other way so...” - you said awkwardly- “oh I made you a key so you can be independent. Here it is”- you gave him le key -“I’m gonna go home. It was nice meeting you Charlie”- you said before turning around and leaving.
“You’re an idiot”- you heard Henry saying to his brother.
“Come on man. It was a joke, beside I’m not the only one doubting that’s really your kid”- Charlie answered
You weren’t smiling anymore.
It’s been so long and I’m sorry, I wanted to post a longer part but I’m not happy with anything I write so I’ll try to make the next parts longer (not that I’m happy with this part either).
Remember this is fiction so don’t bring hate here if you don’t like how portrait something of someone.
Also English is not my first language so please forgive him if there are any mistakes.
Hopefully it won’t be months before the next part.
FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️
Taglist: @coldmuffinpartycloud @stephartrave @regalbadass @lharrietg @helenaellie @vivien-1211 @sassy-pelican @marantha @cavillsim @blueberrychanel @maan24 @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @persony-pepper
Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo
Permanent taglist: @jwspiter
There aren’t enough Charles Brandon x reader stories out there
Since First I Saw Your Face - Masterlist
Lady Y/N Wentworth is a young noble woman whose world has quite suddenly changed. Y/N had a very secluded upbringing. She never knew her mother and was raised, almost solely, by her father, Baron Edmund Wentworth, in his quite country manor. But now, her father is dead and she is alone in the world, save for Lady Colton, her father’s sister. Y/N’s aunt and her family took her in for a time after the death of the baron, but Lady Colton has now decided to send her niece to court. As a maid in waiting to the Queen of England, Y/N will receive a steady income and hopefully, find a suitable husband…however, a life in the bustling court is far from appealing to Y/N, and all she wants to do is go home and grieve for her father in peace.
But, perhaps her feelings will change when he meets the King’s closet friend, Charles Brandon, the recently widowed Duke of Suffolk, .
Will he become a friend to her? And would she be contented if that was all he became?
Chapter 1 - New Beginnings.
Chapter 2 - Introductions and Interruptions.
Chapter 3 - An Uneasy Mind
Chapter 4 - Early Mornings
Chapter 5 - Messages and Music
Chapter 6 - Breakfast
Chapter 7 - Wandering eyes and Distracted minds
Chapter 8 - Songs and Surprises
Chapter 9 - Dances and Disguises
Chapter 10 - Games and Aggression
Chapter 11 - Worries and Ruminations
Chapter 12 - Panic and Pavans
Chapter 13 - Realisations
Chapter 14 - Fear and Anger
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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The one with the “Call her Daddy Podcast”
Summery: you are invited to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, and after a serious considerstion, you decide to accept and to be unfiltered
Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader (demisexual!reader)
Warnings: 18+(there is not smut, but there is mention of sex), bad english (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES). This is not proofread, sorry!
FEEDBACK, OF ANY KIND, IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️
When you had been asked to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, the first thing that had come to your mind had been an HARD NO! There was no way you were going to let anyone convince you otherwise: you were a shy person, you felt uncomfortable when people asked you too much personal questions during interviews. This side of you was so well known that many of your costars were always ready to come to your help when you started to get too flustered about the questions you were asked during interviews.
So no, there was no way that you were to be a guest of a podcast during which you were going to be asked personal questions for sure.
Your agent had asked you to think about it a little bit more before turning the invitation down, she had pointed out that even though you had been an actress for long people still didn’t know much about you, and even though there wasn’t nothing bad with being a private person, it would be good for your career if you would be able to open a little bit more, just a little bit so that your fan could know you and sympathize with you and your life. You had promised her to think about it, because she actually had had a point, even though you were sure that after giving a couple of more thoughts and after talking with your boyfriend, you would have still come to the same conclusion: you couldn’t do it.
Instead...
Your boyfriend, like the goddman perfect man that he was, had told you that he couldn’t make the decsion for you, that it would be something huge for you, so that you had to really think it through to understand if you could do it: it wouldn’t make any sense if you decided to go but in the end wouldn’t be able to be very honest and answer even some uncomfortable questions. He had also told that you could never know if your interview wouldn’t end up helping someone finding out new things about thmselves.
So yes you had decided to try in the end and here you were trying to sit comfortably on a sofa ready to do this.
“Y/n Y/sn, welcome to call her daddy. How did you decide what you wanted to wear today?”- the host, Alexandra Copper, asked
“Well I just wanted to be comfortable so there wasn’t much of a choice. For a moment I had thought to come in my sweatpants, but then I thought I should at least put a little bit of un affort, so yeah in the end it was a jeans and a sweater ”- you smiled, you hadn’t expected fot that first question, but it actually helped calm you a little bit.
“I mean, sweatpants would have still been a great choice but you look really cute and comfortable so that’s what matter. So Y/n you are a very well known actress and I saw when you arrived how many paps followed you, how do you deal with that?”- Alexandra asked
“Well first of all thank you for the’ very well known’… I mean it’s not ideal and it’s not my favorite thing about my career for sure, but I think what helps is that they mostly bother you when you are in LA, anywhere else they are few and far and they usually are more interested in me when I am with my boyfriend. If I am alone most of the time I manage with just a couple of photos you know, so they can say they did their job; but when my boyfriend Henry is with me they go bananas. So I get that the solution for me would be to change boyfriend”- you and Alexandra both laughed in the end, both knowing it was a joke.
“So let’s get into it, you are in a relationship with one of the most famous person in the world, Henry Cavill, Superman himself. What are the best parts?”- she asked
“Well for starters Henry is one of the best person, if not THE best person, i have ever met in my life, he is one of those people that always thinks about others, that always does his best to make people happy and comfortable. So yeah the very best part I think his Henry himself. We met in a very delicate moment of my life and, even before we started dating, he had always been there for me, to support me, he is like my rock you know, my best friend”- you said, hoping that you didn’t sound like a fangirl with her first crush
“You guys are really cute together and I think that the love you two share is so pure and authentic that a lot of people can see it, even from the outside, even just watching you talk with one another, I think that’s a reason why like almost everyone really love you together”
“Thank you, it’s really nice to know people are supportive of our relationship, not that people hate would change how we feel about each other, I mean he would still be my soulmate even if there was a lot of hate direct at us, but it’s nice”- you smiled and you really meant it because when Henry had asked you out the first time 6 years ago you had been very unsure: he was already very much famous and you had just started your career and the last thing you wanted was for people to even remotely think that you were just dating him to boost your career. And adding to that there was an age difference that didn’t make either of you uncomfortable but you knew that most people probably wouldn’t like that. It had taken you a little bit of time to let your fear of what people could think behind and just decide to do what your heart was telling you to do.
“How has you dating such a famous person impacted your identity?”
“That’s a good question, I think that dating Henry, as Henry not as famous person you know, has added to my identity a lot like any other relationship would. I was a lot younger and he was a little bit older than I am now when we first started dating so I actually grew up during the relationship so yeah it has changed me for the best I think. Dating him has for sure helped me become the woman I am now; I dont’ know if I am explaining myslef”- you laughed sure that you had made a mess
“No no I get it, every relationship teach you a lot you know, have you ever received hate at the beginning of your relationship because of the age gap?”
“I mean people can be judgimental and at the beginning of our relantioship it was a real fear of mine, not of Henry, he didn’t care, again he was more mature than me back then so he was like ‘I am not doing anything wrong, I’m not hurting anybody so fuck them’ you know. And in the end Henry’s attitude rubbed off on me and when the months went on and then years went on and we were still together and people couldn’t say that he was with me only for sex or I was with him only for his money or his fame, it all passed. So yeah, he never cared about the possible hate and I started to not care anymore after some time too.”
“I get it, you know haters gotta hate so the only thing you can do is be happy”- Alexandra said
“Exactly”
“So this is a question that I hadn’t planned to ask so you can decide not to answear without any problem I swear, but it has been a curiosity of mine for so long that I have to.”
“You are scaring me”- you laughed trying to stay calm
“no no don’t be scared, I’ve watched your last film the other night, wonderful job by the way”
“Thank you”- you stopped her for a second
“So there was a very intimate scene in the film and I have always wondered how are you able to play that scene, I mean I know you are an actor and of course it’s your job but isn’t it difficult to pretend?”-Alexandra finished her question
“Oh my god, you really scared me but I can answear that. It’s difficult, it really is, for me in particular it is more difficult to shoot an intimate scene than one where I am supposed to be sad or angry or whatever. It becomes easier with the experience of course but it wasn’t at the beginning. I still remember my first sex scene, it was such a flop because when you shoot an intimate scene it’s basically like you have to fake an orgasm and I really didn’t know how to”
“Oh come on every woman knows how to fake an orgasm because everyone has had to fake at least once”- alexandra argued
“I know it sounds difficult to believe but I haven’t, I have had my first sexual relationship, and can’t believe I’m actually saying it, with Henry and I haven’t ever needed to fake”
“Wait, leaving behind that you have never needed to fake with your boyfriend so lucky you, you didn’t date anyone before Henry?”- you thought a second before answering, you weren’t ashemed of who you were, of your experience but this was the first time you actually opened up about this side of yourself
“I had some dates before Henry but never a sexual partner before him. I am actually demisexual, I don’t feel sexual attraction if I don’t have an emotional connection first and a lot of people don’t have the patience to wait for me to get there. So I tried dating for a while but once I saw people getting impatient after the second or third date I actually stopped dating for a while. Beside I had just started my career and I knew I needed to be focused so I swore off dating, at least untill I met Henry, that is. And even then it was a while before I agreeded to a date but he is a very stubborn person”- you took a deep breath
“I didn’t know that”
“It’s ok, I don’t think anyone did other than my friend and family”- you smiled at her
“I’m really glad you decided to open up and now for the most difficult questions”- she started and you both laughed because you knew what was coming -”this is the part where we talk about your sex life if it’s ok”- Alexandra double checked even though you had already given the all clear before the interview began
“I’m ready”
“We need to give the fan what they want, to give them a little taste. So are you a morning sex or a night sex person?”- she asked
“I’m more like the morning sex kinda girl because it gives you a boost for the day you know. But both Henry and I, we work a lot and even though we try to make sure our work plan align as much as we can, it’s not always possible. So the real answear would be whenever we are together and have time.”- you could see the mirth in Alexandra’s eyes
“You gotta make it count right?”
“Right”- you nodded at her
“Has anyone ever tried to have a threesome with you and Henry?”
“If you mean if anyone ever have approached us in person, no, but a lot of people have asked on tweeter And the answer would be a no anyway, not only for me but even for Henry. He is not into sharing I’m afraid and not even I am. Sorry guys”- you laughed , yu were finding yourself to have actually fun… who would have thought
“Do you and Henry have the same favorite sex positions?”
“I think so”
“Can you give us one?”- Alexandra smiled trying to get more from you
“We like to change and experiment but my all time favorite would be cowgirl”- you answered in the end
“You heard it here, what is the sexiest think that Henry does that turns you on?”
“I mean you have seen my boyfriend, he can just look at me with those beautiful eyes of him and the love that I always find there is always enough to get me ready to go”- you laughed not even understanding how was possible for you to feel so comfortable to answear withouth any problem -”but one of the thing that turn me the most on is actually watching Henry work out”
“What is the sexiest thing that you do that turn Henry on?”
“wearing his clothes probably”
“Y/n Y/sn we are done, thank you for being here and thank you for being so open and honest, it was really nice to have you here”- Alexandra said at the end.
“Thank you for having me, I thought long and hard before agreeing to come because I knew of course the question would be really personal but I am actually gald I accepted to come”
And you meant it, you were glad in the end that you had changed your mind but you couldn’t wait to leave the building and go back to your boys.
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All around taglist: @jwspiter
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The one with “We were on a break”
I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes
The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.
It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.
Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.
Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.
Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.
All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.
You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.
-10 months before-
You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.
"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.
"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on
"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.
"Are you sure?"- you double checked
"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.
You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.
You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...
"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.
You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.
Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake
"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish
"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.
"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight
"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...
"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .
"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry
"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"
"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough
"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you
"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him
"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé
"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"
"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you
"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated
"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something
"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control
"I meant a break from us"- you muttered
"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again
"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining
-Now-
You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.
You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.
You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.
"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection
"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.
"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.
Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple
"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were
"I love you too"
You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.
"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked
Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry
"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.
-10 months before- the day after the fight-
You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message
"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said
You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.
You had fallen asleep while waiting.
The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.
You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.
You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.
"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.
"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.
"I'm sorry"- he only said
"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.
Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up
"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.
"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.
You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick
-Now-
And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.
"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.
You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.
“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.
You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn’t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.
“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth
“What?”- Henry said
“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her
“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.
“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.
Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now
“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.
“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door
“You have a baby”- you just said
“I-“
“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing
“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin
“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?
“I think I need a moment”- you said
“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door
“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.
You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.
-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-
“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back
“Don’t touch me”-
“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again
“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”
“She didn’t mean anything”
“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”
“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”
“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-
“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes
And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him
-Now-
You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.
You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.
You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.
You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.
“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.
“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet
“You’re back” Henry said again
“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami
“You left”- he just said
“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged
“Where did you go?”- he asked
“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”
“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man
“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”
“Calls?”
“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll
“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair
“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.
The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.
“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him
“You’re right”
“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness
“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.
You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family
“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled
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