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[writersblog20]

Paris

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: In the city of love, you and Henry couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and take a bit of that heat away while you could see the Eifel tower lit up from the hotel room to make things even more romantic.

Warnings: Smut. Praising kink, daddy kink, begging, p in v, creampie, blowjob, eating you out, overstimulation, squirting, pet names, no condom (as usually in my stories but please don’t be dumb in real life), rough sex, love bombs, dom sub dynamic, ddlg dynamic if you look really close,  etc

Words: 2,8K

A/N: hit me up if you want to be tagged in my Henry stories cause i don't remember who wants to💗

Paris

You and Henry were dating for a couple of months now and to say that it was the best time of your life was an understatement. You loved every minute with the handsome Greek god. Henry took you along to Paris for a nice vacation. He booked a very luxurious hotel and the room was just amazing. You had a balcony and could see the Eiffel tower from there. You would be here for a week or so. Go sightseeing, to museums, into the catacombs etc. Today was mostly sightseeing and eating a lot of nice food. After dinner you went to a museum and after that he took you to the Eiffel tower in the dark and you could see the lights. You both sat down on the grass with a bottle of wine, enjoying the lit up tower and each other’s company. He placed his black jacket from his suit over your shoulders when he saw you shiver.

The whole day but mostly night brought a lot of sparks between the two of you. There was a reason they called it the city of love. Everything was so romantic and the sparks between you and Henry were out of this world right now. The flirting became even more as the hours went by. Besides you had the most gorgeous dress on. It was a black slip on that hugged your curves in the best way possible and Henry let you clearly know that he loved you in that dress, not taking his eyes from you. You chatted and flirted and cuddled up while looking at the tower before you both decided to go back to the hotel. Not because you both were tired but you were both very, very horny and it already took long enough.

You walked into the hotel room, seeing that the balcony was lit up by fairy lights. The view at night was even more gorgeous than in the day light. You could see the entire city lit up and you stood there staring in an awe and felt Henry softly take his jacket off of your shoulders before he pulled you around by your waist and passionately kissed your lips and cupped your cheek, softly caressing it while deepening the kiss.

After he pulled away from the kiss he looked at you with so much love. “I love you.” he told you, looking deeply into your eyes. You felt flustered and closed the gap between your bodies. “I love you too bear.” You told him before pulling him back into the kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss while his fingers dug into your sides. “Take of the dress before I tear it off of you baby girl.” He told you with a smirk. You smirked back as you got the dress easily off as it fell around your ankles, leaving you in your sexy lingerie. Henry shook his head with a smile. “God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me sweetheart.” He told you with a grin.

You backed up and laid down on the bed with a smile. Henry strutted towards you with a smile and bowed down to give you a passionate kiss. His hands wandering over the fabric of your bra, down to your string and softly over your legs while he crawled more towards you. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He told you in an complete awe. He always knew how to make you feel flustered. “I adore every part of you.” The way this man gave you so much confidence was out of this world. You got up and sat on your knees, kissing his jaw, going towards his neck as he softly sighed at the way your lips touched his skin.

“Lay down baby girl and take your bra off.” He told you with a glance of lust wandering over his eyes. You did what he said and took your bra off before laying down. He took on of your legs and put your feet up on his knees so he could take your shoes of. He did it so delicately that you felt your head going all mushy. He softly took your shoe off and planted a soft kiss on your knee as his big hands caressed your soft skin on your leg before taking your other leg and putting your foot on his knee to repeat the process. Once he was done he got up and placed a kiss on your lips before going to your breast. You let out a sigh as he took his time with you.

His hands caressing and massaging your breasts and placing kisses on your stomach. He softly took your string off and kissed every part of your leg again before going up, remaining eye contact with you. If you weren’t wet already, the sight would do it for you. He kissed the insides of your thigh and after placing a soft kiss on your clit before he attached his mouth to your slit. You arched your back at the sudden, welcoming feeling and felt a pit of excitement in your stomach. His arms went around your legs and he threw them over his shoulders to keep them apart. While he started to eat you out, his hands fumbled with the fabric of his tie, taking it off and after unbuttoning his white shirt, taking it off.

His tongue digging deep inside of you before sucking onto your clit. Your hand going through his hair and the other gripping tightly onto the sheets of the bed. His hand going softly over your body sending more sensation through your body while it didn’t took long before the euphoric feeling took over you. Henry wrapped his hand around your leg while he kept eating you out. His fingers digging into your skin while you tried to grind against his face. He smirked while he looked at you and didn’t stop until you came down from your high.

When you did you tried to catch your breath while Henry hang above you with a smirk and kissed you, taking your breath away once again. You went with your hand over his toned chest, feeling his chest hair tickle in your palm while your hand lowered down. Henry was already very hard from seeing you come undone. He looked down at your hands while his eyebrow was raised and a smile playing upon his lips while you fumbled with the button of his trousers. He helped you a bit to speed up the process and his cock jumped free when he got out of his boxers. He still sat on his knees while you laid down on the bed, your soft hand wrapped around his huge cock.

You licked the top seductively while looking at Henry with a grin. He threw his head back while letting out a loud growl. You took as much of his cock in before gagging in which Henry responded with a groan and looked down at you again. Your saliva dripped down on his cock while you jerked the rest of his cock that you couldn’t put in. After a while you heard Henry groan more and rapidly breath when he pulled you up towards his lips. His cock twitched against your stomach and you could feel the butterflies going crazy.

He held your face gently between his palms when he took a minute to admire you. You started to feel shy and couldn’t stop the shy smile that played on your lips when you tried to hide your face against his shoulders. “You make me weak.” You looked up surprised in Henry when he told you softly. “In all the good ways.” He softly kissed your cheek, nose, mouth and went towards your neck. This man never failed to make you feel special and flustered.

His hand went to your back and he pushed you slightly towards him, your breast against his chest while his other hand was on the back of your head so he could kiss you passionately. You felt his tongue against your own and moaned in the kiss, the butterflies multiplying. “Lay down baby girl.” His voice raspy while you quickly complied what he asked you. He smirked, showing his fangs while hanging above you, stealing a couple of more kisses. You started to get more impatient, pushing your hips a bit up and he looked down again, his smirk getting even bigger. “Do you want my cock pretty girl?” he teased.

You whined a little, making him chuckle. “I want to hear you say it.” He whispered darkly in your ear, goosebumps forming on your body. “I want your cock daddy, please can I have your cock?” he smirked, looking intently into your eyes. He had too much fun with this as his eyes twinkled a little. “Good girl.” He whispered again, knowing the effect it had on you with his praises. His hand wrapped around his cock which was still glistening with your saliva. He put the tip in your entrance, his other hand having a strong grip on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh.

He slowly pushed his cock more into you and you moaned at the stinging feeling of getting stretched out while Henry growled. “You feel so good sweetheart. God how you take daddy’s cock. Good job.” You whimpered at the praises and Henry waited with moving when he was fully in so you could get used to his size. “Such a pretty girl.” He told you while he placed a string of hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek.

His hips slowly moving and with every thrust hitting your g-spot. The tears already forming in the corners of your eyes from the amount of pleasure you got. You tightened around him from feeling so good, earning a loud groan from Henry. “Please go faster.” You begged and Henry stopped completely. “Ask politely.” He warned you. “Please daddy, can you go faster?” your voice small, feeling intimidated in a good way. “Good girl.” He started to speed up and you couldn’t stop your orgasm. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum, can I cum? Please?” you begged, talking fast, knowing you couldn’t hold it back. Henry was already moaning at your tightness. “Yes cum on daddy’s cock sweetheart” You started to shake around him while he kept pounding into you through your orgasm, only going slower when you rode out your high.

“Come ride daddy, baby girl” He got out of you and helped you get up. Your hands were on his chest, his hands around your small wrists while you moved your hips, moaning at the good feeling. “God you look so beautiful riding daddy’s cock, princess.” You started to speed up and Henry couldn’t stop grinning at you and how beautiful you looked right now. Henry placed your other wrist in his other hand, holding both of your wrists with one hand while the other got attached to your clit, playing with it. You started to shake before you even had an orgasm. “Go on angel, it’s okay. You come when you’re ready princess.” You moaned at his soft words that pulled all the strings in your heart. You creamed all over his cock while you came down from your high, collapsing on his chest.

You could hear Henry chuckle. His cock still in you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed the side of your head. “You did such a good job angel. I’m so proud of you.” you clenched around him in response and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up, wrapping his big arms all around you, holding you in place while his balls slapped on your ass. He hit your g-spot again and you couldn’t help but feel the euphoric feeling again. “You’re gonna squirt for daddy, angel? Go ahead princess. I want to feel you.” his words so soft, making you feel all fuzzy while you let go of that feeling, only Henry could give to you. He groaned when he could feel you and your juices on him, coating his cock. He stopped when you came down so you both could catch your breath for a minute. His lips resting on your forehead.

“Go lay down on your back again baby.” He moved you off of him and laid you down before he kissed you all over your body, trailing down to your overstimulated clit now. His tongue drawing circles over it before he started sucking and adding two fingers into your pussy. Your hands found his wrist, holding them tightly while you came again. He licked up everything you gave him. “Get on all fours princess.” He told you and picked you up with ease to put you in the place he wanted you. He was on his knee behind you and entered you again. His big hands gripping your ass and giving it a couple of good smacks before repositioning his hands on your hips and pulling you back on his cock. “Fuck daddy’s cock angel. Back it up.” he told you, his fingers digging deep and you knew that your skin was going to be bruised tomorrow.

He pulled you roughly back onto his cock and your limbs were too shaky so you collapsed on the bed, laying completely down. He got over your legs, keeping them together while his hands were on your ass again, gripping them tightly and pushed his cock in and out of you. His other hand going to your back and towards your hair, pulling it. “You’re so tight around me pretty baby. You’re going to make me cum soon.” You moaned into the covers while you gripped them tightly into your hands. He got out of you and pushed you on your side, him in front of you when he entered you again. His arm underneath your head and your leg over his while started pounding into you.

He pulled your face towards him, kissing you out of breath. “Please cum in me daddy. I want your cum, I need your cum.” Henry moaned in response and laid you down on your back, getting back into you quickly. He pushed his cock a couple of times in and out before pushing his cock really deep inside of you, groaning and moaning while you felt his cum going into you. You moaned at the warm feeling and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him in deeper.

You both tried to regain your breath again, Henry’s head resting on your breast while you went with your fingers through his damp hair. He looked up, kissing you deeply and lovingly. “You okay baby?” he asked you softly. You nodded and smiled, chuckling a bit at how amazing this was. “This was amazing.” He chuckled along with you. “Yeah it was princess, it was. You are amazing.” You smiled feeling flustered.

After you laid there for half an hour, just cuddling you both decided to take a shower together. You were clinging to Henry, needing the aftercare and Henry was happy to oblige. He held you into the shower and cleaned you up gently. He put you into the robe of the hotel while he did the same. “Do you want some tea sweetheart?” he asked you while he walked with you back into the bedroom. You nodded and he smiled, kissing you on your head.

While you both waited for the water to get hot, he pulled you into his arms and against his chest until the tea was done. “Let’s sit on the balcony love.” He held your hand while he walked up front. He placed the tea on the table and sat down on one of the chairs, pulling you on his lap. You cuddled up against him while you both looked at the Eifel tower, being lit up. You had a perfect view and this was the most romantic sight you’ve ever see, making you feel even more fuzzy. “I love you puppy.” He told you, kissing your head again. You looked up and smiled “I love you too bear.” He smiled and kissed you before pulling you closer against his chest. Henry’s lap was great for cuddles that was definitely for sure.

You sat there for over an hour, just cuddling and looking at the view while Henry told you all the sweet nothings in your ear. You didn’t think you could love this man any more than you already did but boy were you wrong. You couldn’t wait for the other days yet to come but for now, enjoying each other and Paris, the city of love.  

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[palmavioletwrites]

The Stalker

Over 18 story! 🔞

Evie is in a year long relationship with Henry Cavill, they met through a friend Joe who choreographs all Evie’s music videos and concerts.

He is filming season 2 of the Witcher and she’s just finishing up her world album tour, when she announces she is taking a break from showbiz to focus on her personal life, everything changes her life takes an unexpected dark turn.

Someone is hell bent on trying to get her back on stage and away from Henry.

Chapter 1/An act of kindness

Chapter 2/

Chapter 3/

The chapter names might change and each chapter is short.

Please I would love feedback when you have read a chapter.

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[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 68-V2: Weighed & Measured

You have never been more nervous.

You have been invited to tea at a London function, Bring a Friend to Tea Day. You don't want to go, but you met a ladies named Sophia Spencer and Chiru Chandra at an equestrian event that you went to Henry with, and hit it off. You rode together at Hyde Park, Stag Lodge, and Ross Nye with her, and realized that Trent didn't have the same air as the ones you'd gone to. Trent felt more like home, and Chiru agreed she liked it best, too.

You look around. This place doesn't feel like home, either. You are much happier at The Library at County Hall or Betty's in York. 

"Nervous?" Sophia asks, interrupting your thoughts.

"Everything is an adjustment these days," you say diplomatically. You are grateful that you have not been photographed or followed of late. You have faded into Insta-oblivion.

Sophia smiles giving your arm a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry--Chiru!"

Chiru hurries to us, smiling.  She is beautiful and you love her clothes. She squeezes our hands in greeting. "I am so excited."

"Because of our secret language?" you ask in a whisper. You are Bridgerton fans and loved the language of the fan, deciding to create your own gestures to navigate teas and functions:

Follow me/Let's go – Clutch purse or gloves

Stop to converse – Hands folded in front.

I don't like him/her – casual wave of purse left hand

I like him/her - casual wave or purse right hand

I want to leave – palm up then hand over other in folded in front

This is true – tilt head to right

This isn't true – tilt head to left

Sorry – moisten bottom lip

No worries - shrug

Act dumb – tilt chin up and frown "hmm"

Save me – straighten dress

Gossiper/Nosy – tilt chin and nod low to left

Potential ally – tilt chin and nod low to right respectfully

Friend – right hand to left chest

Foe – left hand to chest

Pay utmost respect – right hand at center with nod or half bow

Enemy – left hand at center with nod

Bathroom/need break – hands flat at sides

Say little – one arm across, opposite hand gesture

Speak freely – one arm across, opposite hand gesture with "Ah"

Pay attention - fingers sweep hair back on side

Something to say in confidence – touch hand or shoulder

"Ah, so you brought her!"

You turn to see three ladies coming toward you. They are dressed very nicely, and have an air about them that makes you happy you have Sophia with you. You give a small smile and nod.

"Ah, Sara, Elaine, and Perline!" she greets them each with a squeeze of the hand. They greet Sophia and Chiru and look to you inquisitively. Sophia turns to introduce you, then says,  "This is Sara--" she nods and lowers chin to left. "Perline--" she introduces with her purse in her hand.  "and Elaine." She puts her right hand at the center of her chest with a gracious nod.

"Chiru, haven't seen you in some time," Elaine says with a forced smile. "What brings you here today?"

"My new friend, of course," Chiru's smile is just as tight, but she nods to Sophia and tilts her head to the right. "Nothing like tea with dear friends."

Your smile does not widen, having been introduced to a gossip, someone she doesn't like and someone she regards as an enemy, but you greet each with an inclined head and slight nod as you gently grasp hands in greetings. "Hello." You feel the need to play everything close to the vest all of a sudden.

"No handshake?" Elaine gives a frown with humor in her eye. "I thought you'd squeeze really hard."

"Oh," I manage a small laugh. "Those kind of handshakes are usually for the workplace to assert authority or confidence. I'd like to think we're all becoming friends here." You finish your statement with your purse in your hand and gently tap your left chest.

Chiru nods with a small smile, and does a small flourish with her purse, labeling them all enemies in front of you as well. "Beautiful day, isn't ladies?"

"Ah, yes," Sara gives a nod. "I hear you work at Xanadu?"

"Yes, I do," you say. "Wonderful work atmosphere and great team of creative writers. I'm really learning a lot."

"Working on any projects with Henry?"

You knew that was coming. "No, not at present, of course I'd like to. But remember, Perline, I am a writer, a part of the beginning process, the script writing. Henry is mostly production and some pre and post production, so we may or may not work on the same project, especially not at the same time."

"You speak English so well," Sara smiles brightly.

You raise an eyebrow at her, smirking. "So do you." You gesture toward her palm up, folding your hands in front of you. You've just about had enough of this.

The ladies laugh and you look at Chiru, who looks ready to fight. She does an arc waved flourish of her purse, and you almost laugh at Chiru's silent yet proclaimed hatred. "Don't we all?"

"Nice dress, too," Sarah nods. "Calvin Klein, 2020?"

"I...believe so, good eye!" you manage a small laugh. "It's a favorite and a classic."

"So you don't believe in keeping up with fashion?" Elaine frowns as if this is a subject of true concern.

"Elaine!" Sophie's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing.

You set your hand on her arm and give a ladylike chuckle. "Sometimes, but truth be told, everything that is old is new again, and how I express myself in dress should not be a fad, but one of personal choice and consistent statement." 

Chiru nods, her arm going across her body and the other waving in encouragement. "Ah..."

You manage a small giggle. "I am not an extension of Vanity Fair or Marie Claire—"

"Thank God--" Chiru chimes in.

"Henry's a model." Sara interjects.

"You are right, he is, and he doesn't dress like his covers or appearances all the time," You decide to smile a little wider. "And if you haven't noticed, his interests are more than skin deep these days with Muscle Tech."

"Really?"

"You should check out his Instagram," you tell them. "I used to teach fitness to children back in the States. Very important. The U.S. and U.K. are having a child obesity problem, as you know, so I volunteer at Baytree and teach children's fitness."

"Brixton?"

"Yes, I live in Brixton." You ignore their less than positive reactions, and look around, putting your palm up and then folding with your other hand in front of you. "Speaking of Brixton, by the way, do they serve turmeric ginger tea here? It's a favorite."  

"Oh, I think we have a mix—" Sophia gestures with her gloves and moistens her lips.

"I want to mix them myself, two bags?" you say with a nod, putting up a peace sign. "You get more of the pure nutrients that way."

"We should check," Chiru nods. "Let's find out before we're seated."

"Good idea," you say to her. "So nice meeting you." When Sophia leads you away, you whisper, "Thank you."

"I'm sorry they were like that," Sophie says sadly. "I thought—"

"Well, they probably thought I was shacked up in Kensington with Henry," I whisper, shrugging. "Besides, you couldn't have known that unless someone like me was brought around."

"Well, yeah—"

"Sophie," you take both of her hands. "you've been a real friend. You got to know me before slapping labels on me. You can't know how thankful I am for that."

She squeezes your hands. "Let's have tea, shall we?"

You nod. "Let's."

You are relieved that you two have a table you don't have to share with anyone. It makes things easier for you, but you also know that as tea is served you are being watched by the three you met earlier. You remember all you learned, but you are not comfortable.

"How long have you been with London Grand Dame?" you ask.

"Almost a year," she shrugs. "Ladies of London is too lofty a goal, and they are just as good, I suppose."

"I don't know, Sophie," I shake my head as I look around the room. "I don't think I can do this."

"I know you want to fit in, at least a little."

You say nothing, and have a sip of tea.

"You are Henry Cavill's new girlfriend. He is high in social position due to lineage as well. You want to fit in."

You sigh. "But wherever I fit in, I need to be myself and be accepted." You sigh again, looking about the room and feeling like you are being watched and talked about. "Honestly I'd settle for true common courtesy and respect."

Chiru smiles. "Wait, isn't that our table?"

"I think it is," Sophia smiles. "Good eye, Chiru. Coming!" She turns to the three witches. "Excuse us, ladies. It's almost tea time."

You all sit down with heavy sighs, then look at each other. All at once, you start giggling.

"Oh, no!" you say softly. "Now they wonder what we're up to."

"I could go another year not coming here," Chiru says with raise of her eyebrow, but takes your hand. "but I want to be here for you. You're a good friend."

"Thanks for being here," you say honestly. "but I don't know if I want to do this again."

"Really?" Sophia asks, looking hurt. "I'm sorry the worst came first, but--"

"Maybe I don't need to be part of any group. I am happy with the volunteer work, at least it's fulfilling."

"Well, if the Three Musketeers can get things done, we can, too!" Chiru raises her cup. "To friends?" "One for all and all for one," you say with a nod. Sophia agrees

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[viking-raider]

A Christmas Miracle🎄

Summary: You and Henry are celebrating Christmas with family, while expecting your first child together.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Soft!Henry, Fluff, Kal, Papa Bear!Henry, Domestic Bliss, Christmas Decorating, Pregnancy Stuff, Cotton Candy Fluff, Loving Marriage, Christmas Fluff

Inspiration: This story ties into my Easter story, The Golden Egg.

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“Babe!” Henry gasped, as he came into the living room, nearly tossing the steaming cup of tea in his hand, upon discovering you.

You were standing on the two-step high stool, to sprinkle golden tinsel on the fragrant and robust branches of an eight foot Fraser Fir that stood proudly in the corner of the living room. You chuckled, shaking your head at your husband, but didn't look back at him, as you picked a bit of tinsel off one of the emerald branches, having adorned the needles with too much of the sparkling, thin strands.

“You shouldn't be up there, love!” He scolded you, setting the tea he had made you on the coffee table as he rounded it and the couch, to come towards you, resting his hands on your hips. “I told you, I would help you decorate the tree, once I was done with your tea.”

“I know you did, Hen.” You answered, sighing softly, finally looking down at him and seeing the wrinkle of worry between his brow. It hadn't smoothed since the Brit found out you were pregnant with his child on Easter, nearly nine months before. “But I'm also capable of doing it myself.” You reminded him, resting a hand on his shoulder and giving his neck a gentle squeeze.

“I'm pregnant, not invalid.”

Henry sighed softly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your round and pronounced belly. “I know you're capable, sweetheart.” He assured you, looking up at you with an affection in his blue eyes that always melted your heart. “I just don't want you to get hurt. Especially with you so close to the due date.” He said, helping you step down off the stool. “Just sit down and enjoy your tea. Then, we'll tag team the tree together.” He told you, putting an excited smile on his face.

“All right.” You conceded, settling down on the couch and took up your tea, cupping the mug between your hands and letting the heat seep into your palms, before finally taking a sip.

“Your parents will be here in a couple days.” Henry commented, squatting beside a box of Christmas decorations neither of you had opened up yet. “My parents made up their guest house in preparation for their arrival.” He told you, peeking into the box.

Halfway into your pregnancy, Henry had taken time off from acting and the two of you decided to leave your secluded London home for the coziness of Henry's home island of Jersey. Buying a nice, beach front property, three streets and a five-minute walk from his parents' place, with the intent on having your baby boy born in Saint Helier. You loved being on the little Channel Island, sitting on the back patio or taking walks on the beach, breathing in the soothing sea air, which helped your morning sickness a good deal.

The only downside was your family was far out of reach of you, having to fly into Jersey to visit and check-in on you. Your parents wanted to be on hand when you finally had their third grand-baby, so Henry footed the bill to bring them out and his parents were amazing enough to host them while they were here.

“That's great.” You smiled, flexing your sore and swollen feet, watching him pull out ornaments, garland and other little tree decorations. “I can't wait to see them again.” You commented, not having seen them since your fourth month, just before you and Henry left for Jersey. “I'm sure my mom will bring more knitted items.” You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to the soft, butter-yellow blanket your mother had knitted a couple months ago.

“I would be shocked, if she didn't!” Henry laughed back, his broad shoulders shaking as he stood. “What garland do you want on the tree?” He asked, holding up a strand of colorful beads and another of red and white, twisted ribbons.

You hummed, pressing your lips together and studied your tree, eyes narrowing slightly, scrutinizing the colors on its branches. “I think the ribbon would work best with it.” You finally settled, nodding content with your choice.

“All right then.” He nodded back, putting the other garland aside. “Ah, nope!” He tisked, when you set your tea down and started the mini struggle of standing up. “You put the tinsel on the tree, it's my turn to put the garland on. You relax.”

“Fair enough.” You sighed softly, picking your tea back up and rested against the couch cushions, just in time for Kal to jump up beside you. “Well, hello there, sweet boy.” You cooed at him, reaching out to give him good scratches between the ears and around the neck. “Have you come to make sure I stay put?” You quipped, the Akita resting his head in your lap.

“I did no such thing!” Henry called over his shoulder, carefully tucking the garland into the branches.

“Sure, love. Sure.” You chuckled at him, though Henry's protectiveness at times could be a little overbearing, you knew he did it out of love and first-time father worries. “He's paying you in treats and promises of all the good turkey, ham and brisket bits he plans on cooking for Christmas dinner.” You accused, lifting a brow at the unphased Akita, before wincing and pressing a palm to the side of your belly.

“You all right?” Henry asked, catching a glimpse from his peripheral, pausing a moment.

“Yeah, your son just kicks like a Fly-Half.” You answered, chuckling halfheartedly. “If he keeps these strong legs, he'll for sure make the England team.” You said, trying to ease the look of suspicion on Henry's face, that it was the baby kicking, and your own, that the pain was something more than a false contraction.

“You missed a branch there, Bubs.” You commented, drawing Henry's attention away from the subjection, motioning with your steaming black, Nightmare Before Christmas cup.

“Mm.” He grunted, narrowing his eyes at you, but turned to fuss over it.

You took a deep breath, rubbing the globe of your stomach, hoping to soothe any would-be pains. Thankfully, you didn't have any more throughout the morning, helping Henry put up the ornaments and other little hanging knick knacks on the tree. Something Henry was comfortable with you doing, since you kept your feet on the hardwood, safely beside him.

“I want to do a little plaster imprint of his hand and foot, to hang up on the tree for next year.” You commented suddenly, gently holding a little needlepoint ornament you'd made. It was a silhouette of Henry and you, with Kal between you, the year above your heads. You had made one every year since the first Christmas the three of you had spent together. “Should make a new needlepoint too.” You added even softer.

Henry glanced down at you, a fond and nostalgic light in his blue orbs. “I think that would be a lovely idea, babe.” He smiled, warmed at the idea. “I like the idea of making and expanding our little traditions.”

“I should have given myself a baby bump in this one.” You joked, carefully adding the stitched ornament on a branch, accompanied with the others around it. “So much for accuracy.”

“It looks perfect, my love.” He assured you, kissing your hair. “Now, let's turn the lights on and see how this thing looks!” He proclaimed, shuffling around the tree and plugged in the two strings of lights skillfully wrapped around the tree.

You stood back to get a good look at the Fir, just as the tiny, cool and warm-white LED, diamond facet bulbs flickered on. Making many of the ornaments glitter and twinkle. It brought a great feeling of delight bubbling up inside of you, tugging on your exhausted and hormonal raged body, until tears spilled over.

“Sweetheart.” Henry cooed, pouting at you sweetly, as he closed his arms around your shoulders, hugging you as closely as your belly would allow.

“It looks beautiful.” You mumbled into his chest, fingers gripping at the sides of his shirt.

He smiled, nosing the hair at the top of your head and rubbing your back with one hand. “It is, dear, and so are you.”

“I'm also starving.” You blurted out, breaking the melancholy mood.

“Butter chicken or pepperoni and feta pizza?”

“Oh god, you know me too well at this point.” You giggled, licking your lips. “But, the butter chicken.”

You sat up in bed, Kal resting between your legs, with his head laying on your belly, as you read your latest book on your Kindle. While Henry was downstairs doing some work on the new Warhammer minis he ordered as a way to keep himself occupied, when he wasn't taking care of you.

“Oh.” You gasped, feeling a sudden, sharp pain. “Gosh, did we disagree on the butter chicken, Bean?” You groaned, pressing your palm to the side of your stomach; Kal lifting his to sniff at your belly as another pain caused you to cramp. “It's all right, Bud. Your brother is just being a little difficult.” You sighed, setting your e-reader on your nightstand and lumbered out of bed, before heading downstairs.

“Hey, love.” Henry smiled, looking up from the Ultramarine mini in his hand. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I was trying to, but your son doesn't agree with dinner.” You explained to him, looking over his progress on his Warhammer army. “Can you do your trick?” You asked, lulling your head to the side and giving him a cute look.

Henry chuckled, setting his mini down. “My trick.” He smirked, standing up and moving behind you. “Any reason to cuddle.” He teased, reaching around to cup both hands beneath your stomach and leaned you both backwards, taking the weight of your belly as he did.

“Mmm.” You hummed, eyes falling shut, while you let your head rest against Henry's chest. “It feels so good.” You sighed, resting your hands on his.

Henry cradling your baby bump had become a god send throughout your third trimester. Taking the weight of your healthy and active baby boy off your lower back and hips. However in your earlier trimesters, the two of you learned it helped relieve your heartburn and whenever your little one got a bit too restless.

You liked to think it was the baby reacting to Henry's touch.

It was calm for a long, few moments, just you and Henry, slowly swaying side to side, the baby calm. But again, your stomach spasmed and you whimpered, making it clear to Henry, you were indeed having some sort of contractions.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked, eyes wide and brows pinched.

“Since this morning.” You confessed finally, taking slow, deep breaths.

“Why didn't you tell me?” He demanded, startled and worried.

“I didn't have any through the afternoon.” You assured him, patting his hands. “I figured it was just false. But, I'm starting to think otherwise, with how much that one hurts.”

“We should probably go to the hospital.” Henry fret, starting away from you, but you turned and caught his elbow.

“Henry.” You said in a soft, soothing voice. “You remember what the OB said?” You tried reminding him. “Four-One-One.”

“Four minutes apart, a minute long, lasting an hour.” He recited, having listened to your OB, and read numerous baby and expecting parent books.

You had taken a couple of parenting classes as well. Until people started posting photos of you on social media, annoying you and causing Henry to be even more of a papa bear. So, you'd found an online, private class to do in the comfort of your living room.

“Not one has lasted a minute, been four minutes apart or lasted an hour.” You assured him, dropping your hand to his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “If they're the real deal, I'm in the early stages and going to the hospital now will only incur hours and hours of waiting. Which we'll be doing here anyway.”

“What if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen, you worry-wart.” You chuckled at him, shaking your head. “Come to bed with us.” You cooed, pushing up on your toes, kissing his bearded cheek and brushing your fingers through the curls above his ear.

“You'll tell me.” Henry insisted as he followed you upstairs to the master bedroom.

“Of course, I'll tell you, Henry.” You assured him. “Then, I'll tell Kal.” You quipped, trying to lighten the mood and get him to smile.

But he didn't smile, his mind preoccupied with making sure everything was ready, should you wake him up and tell him your contractions were growing close together.

Did I get the car seat in the Audi correctly? Where did I put the hospital bag? In this closet or the coat closet downstairs? Everything's in it she and the baby needs, right?

“Babe.”

Perhaps I should just go down and get it, to make sure. What about the nursery? Thank God, I finished the crib last month!

“Hen..”

Do we need more diapers? Are they the right size? What if--

“Henry!” You called out, when he didn't answer you, a far off and growing alarm look in his cerulean eyes, startling him out of his worried trance. “Everything is all right.” You said slowly, holding his gaze steadily. “We have everything we need. Everything the baby needs. If we don't, that's perfectly fine. Your parents and mine have offered their help, should it arise. As have your brothers.”

“I don't know how you're so calm.” He sighed, shaking his head and dropping down on his side of the bed.

You laughed, smirking. “I'm not calm. But there's no use for us both freaking out, especially at the same time. Besides, when I freak out, I have you to pull me back together, the least I can do is return the favor, when you start to lose it.” You told him, maneuvering yourself back under the covers.

“What's a spouse for?”

“You're right.” Henry nodded, turning the light out and resting against the headboard beside you. “One of the many reasons I love you, and married you.” He said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

Snuggling down, your back pressed against Henry's chest with his hand ever present on your belly, you tried to focus on falling asleep.

“You know.” Henry commented, half-asleep himself. “I sort of miss when you were in your first and second trimesters.”

“Oh?” You mumbled back, with interest.

“Yeah, you were always jumping my bones.” He laughed, shaking the bed with his mirth. “Well, until the end of your second trimester, when your belly got too big to do anything other than waddle and ride my cock.”

You were instantly awake again at his words. A huge smile of hot guilt and embarrassment on your face, that you hid in your pillow. It was true! The first stages of your pregnancy had made you quite frisky towards Henry. Sometimes so much so, he hadn't recovered from the last time you'd had sex and would need to pleasure you in other ways to bring your arousal down. Not that the man complained about it! But a couple weeks into your third trimester, the raging inferno of your passions cooled off. Even beyond what they were before you were expecting. You were just too tired and sore, uncomfortable, and just ready to give birth, to think of such things. But again, Henry didn't complain. You were grateful for that, because you felt bad that your mood didn't match his, at the moment.

Having seen the look of concupiscent on his face more than once, as the two of you showered together, went to bed or woke in the mornings. But you just didn't have it in you, and he took it with grace and understanding acceptance, not pressuring you or making you feel like a bad partner, for not reciprocating.

The two of you calmed down and allowed each other to finally fall asleep.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Henry asked, the next morning as the two of you finished breakfast.

“I feel all right, Bubs. Only a few pains here and there.” You answered, polishing off your usual cup of chamomile tea, something that had been a staple throughout your pregnancy, to battle your morning sickness and heartburn. “Excited to make cookies with your mum.”

Henry smiled across the table at you. “Good. I bet all these sugary smells are going to drive you and wee man nutty.”

It was a Cavill family tradition to get together, before Christmas, and make cookies for the big family dinner party, as well as to give out as tokens to friends and neighbors. It was also considered quite the honor among the Cavill brothers' wives to have Marianne ask to join her in the massive production. Since she didn't ask just anyone to help her; having a couple secret family recipes to protect in the process. But Marianne had asked, surprisingly and much to Henry's pride, you to help her, at your and Henry's first Christmas. Something that made one or two of Henry's sisters-in-law jealous, especially since the two of you were new and still dating, and one of them had never been asked.

Even to this day.

“Our mouths are already watering for your mother's chocolate chip, mocha cookies.” You confessed; it was one of the many things you looked forward to for Christmas. Marianne's chocolate chip, mocha flavored cookies were something you'd start a fight over, as were her chocolate covered, Oreo truffles with peppermint bark crumble on top. “Oh god.” You moaned, stuffing the last bit of bland, buttered toast into your mouth; Henry laughing at you.

“I'm going to roast up another heritage turkey this year.” He commented, finishing his coffee, then helped clear the breakfast table. “Everyone seemed to love it last year.”

“That's fine with me.” You answered, loading the soap dispenser and starting the dishwasher. “I have one small request.”

“You could make an enormous request, love!” Henry snorted, taking a protein shake out of the fridge.

“I want yams with roasted marshmallows on top.” You told him, confidently. “To myself.”

“To yourself?” He echoed, a smirk on his lips. “How big is the dish?”

“A small one is fine. I just don't want to share it.” You confessed your craving to him.

Letting out a laugh and nodding, Henry shrugged. “All right then. I'll make sure you have your roasted marshmallow covered yams, and I'll have Kal guard them.”

“Excellent.” You nodded back, then looked at your watch. “We should get going. Your mother asked us to get there before ten.” You informed him, heading for the front door and eased yourself down on a small bench that was there.

Henry joined you, squatting down to grab your shoes from underneath the bench and slipped them on your feet, tying them securely, since your prominently belly prevented you from reaching your feet to put on your shoes. Let alone tie them. Your shoes on and helping you back up, Henry got his own shoes on, but paused as he opened the door for you and Kal. He glanced back at the hall closet. Biting his lip, he hurried over and grabbed the baby bag from inside, then dashed after you, putting the bag in the back as he got behind the wheel.

“Just in case.” He answered your lifted brow.

“Fair, I suppose.” You shrugged, unable to argue with his logic.

“How are you holding up, my love?” Henry asked, peeking into the kitchen, before shuffling over to you, sure his mother wouldn't shoo him out.

“My cookie restraint thinned dramatically after the second batch.” You confessed, looking around at all the Santa's, snowmen, candy canes and snowflakes that were either waiting to go into the oven or cooling. “However, your mum apparently anticipated this. Making me batch yesterday, so I could nibble on them, while we made these.”

Henry grinned, touched at his mother's thoughtfulness. “That was sweet of her.” He cooed, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “Have you had any more pains?” He asked, his brows pinching slightly, worried.

“Nothing concerning.” You told him, closing your hand around his wrist. “You know I'd come get you.” You tried assuring him, giving him a soft smile. “Or your mum would, should my water break.” You giggled, a smile turning into a smirk.

“That's not funny, babe.” Henry snapped softly, eyes big.

You pressed your lips together, guilty, before pushing up on your bare toes, having taken off your shoes for the long standing in the kitchen, to press your lips against Henry's. “I'm sorry, Puppy.” You mumbled against them, before reaching around him, grabbing a finished Snowman, presenting it to his mouth in place of your own. “I baked and decorated this one myself.” You grinned at him, a glitter of pride in your eyes.

“Oh, did you?” He cooed, opening his mouth to admit the round biscuit of white icing, adorned with two black chocolate pearls for eyes and smaller black sugar pearls for a mouth. It had a carrot nose, made of orange icing and the upper crown of the biscuit was covered in purple, blue and white hundreds and thousands, then outlined with silvery snowflake-shaped sprinkles.

Taking the biscuit from you, Henry nibbled on it, already knowing it would be delicious, since you had made it with his family's age-old recipe. “You know.” He mumbled around his mouthful. “I can't wait to share these with our little guy.” He said, smirking down at the bake, before glancing around the kitchen.

“Well, technically, I've already done that.” You giggle, running your hand over the globe of your belly.

Henry snorted loudly, his smirk growing. “You have me there, my love.” He replied, finishing his treat off, reaching out to lay his hand on your stomach as he saw the moments of your son shift, pressing either an elbow or knee out. “Still trips me out to see him move inside of you.” He commented, feeling something around nudge against his palm.

“You should feel it from this end.” You huffed, making a face at the kicks as he tumbled about, prodding a heel into your ribs and a shoulder into your slowly screaming bladder. “Poor bud is running out of space in there.” You cooed, moving your hand to cup the underside of your stomach.

“That he is.” He agreed, leaning down to press a kiss to your belly. “But, soon he'll be out here with us.”

“Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill.”

A cold chill washed down Henry's back, making the little hairs on his neck stand up as he straightened. “Mum.” He squeaked, looking at her over your shoulder.

“You know the rules of setting foot in my kitchen, while we bake.” Marianne scolded her second youngest.

“I do.” He nodded, biting his lip as he half smirked at her. “I was just checking up on her and our little one.” He explained, motioning to you.

Marianne's gaze shifted, her soft and kind blue eyes looking you over. She had noticed the few contractions you'd experience while helping her bake, and had sharpened her eye on you even more. Everyone in the family had a side eye on you it seemed, with your due date so nearby, like they were concerned you would pop like a water balloon.

“I'm fine.” You sighed softly, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Then, you can pop out of our kitchen.” Marianne said, cocking a brow at her son.

You chuckled, loving the nonchalance she had. “We'll see you later, my dear.” You cooed at him, kissing the corner of his mouth, tasting the sugar on his lips and inciting a need for another cookie from your stash. “Off you go.” You giggled, patting him on the chest and set your eyes on your task.

Henry looked at his mother with a pointed look, gesturing towards you, to which Marianne answered with a roll of her eyes and picked up a sheet of cookies needing to go into the oven.

“My back is to you, Henry, not my senses.” You shot over your shoulder, cutting out more cookies from the dough.

“Christ alive, our son has his work cut out for him.” He chuckled, winking at you as he turned to leave and rejoin his brothers and dad in the living room.

You looked over at Marianne and laughed, your mother-in-law joining in, the two of you amused he didn't realize you'd seen her roll her eyes.

“That boy.” Marianne chuckled, shaking her head as she moved to stand beside you, helping portion out the raw dough.

“He's freaked out.” You commented, gently laying a Santa on the sheet.

“Understandably.” She answered, wielding the snowflake cutter with skill. “The first baby is always the most stressful, and Henry's wanted to be a father for a very long time.”

“I know he has.” You nodded, feeling your stomach lightly bump the edge of the counter. “I'm happy and excited for our little one.” You told her, wadding up the scrap dough, then picked up a rolling pin. “I'm definitely ready not to be pregnant anymore.” You snorted, smiling faintly.

“And your worries?” Marianne asked, tilting her head at you, without pausing her work.

You drew in a slow, deep breath. “I'm worried about the labor. I'm terrified about whether or not I'll make a good parent.” You confessed to her, letting your breath out. “I know Henry will, he's incredible with kids. I love watching him with his younger fans, with his nieces and nephews.” You gush, grinning at the flashes of memories. “Seeing him hold Ellie, when we first met her--” You shook your head, a bubble of emotions overwhelming you for a moment, til you cleared your throat.

“You'll be a great mother.” Marianne reassured you, running her hand up and down your back. “You have nothing to worry about there. You'll have me and your mum to help you, as well as Heather and all the other girls.”

“I know.” You nodded, resting your shoulder against hers. “And I appreciate it, with all my heart.”

“Why don't you go upstairs, to Henry's old room, and rest for a bit?” She suggested to you. “I can finish the cookies with Heather.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned, glancing around the organized chaos of the kitchen.

“Yes.” She nodded, resting her hands on your shoulders and turning you away from the counter. “You and my grandson need all the rest you can get.” She directed you towards the entry of the kitchen. “Soon, you won't have it.”

Henry saw his mum guiding you and instantly jumped up from the couch, where he sat beside his brother Simon. “Are you all right, honey?” He cooed, his handsome face pinching.

“She's fine, Henry.” Marianne replied, looking up at him. “She just needs to rest a bit. Take her upstairs.”

“All right.” He nodded, taking your arm and showed you upstairs to the bedroom that was his as a kid. “Can I get you anything? Some water, maybe.” He asked, helping you lay back on the made, full-size bed.

“I'm all right, Puppy.” You sighed, rubbing your face.

“What's wrong, honey?” He asked, pulling up a chair from the desk in his room and sat down in front of you.

“Nothing's wrong.” You replied, sighing, flexing your plump toes as Henry grasped your foot in his hands. “I'm just tired and sore.” You told him, closing your eyes as you let out a soft moan, feeling Henry's thumbs work your arch.

“I got the Dad Talk from my dad and brothers.” He chuckled, gently touching the tip of your toes, each painted a cute red color, that he had done himself about a week before.

He had started giving you little at home, medi-pedis to treat you to something nice. Though, it had taken him a couple tries to get painting your nails down. Admitting it wasn't as simple as painting his Warhammer Minis, like he'd thought.

You giggled back, smirking. “Did they?” You hummed, letting your eyes fall shut. “Any good advice?”

“Um, Simon said that I should explain my job to him as soon as we think he can understand it.” Henry recalled, biting his lip with an amused smirk pulling across his mouth. “So, we don't have another Thomas Incident on our hands.”

“My dad's Sherlock Holmes!” You replied, laughing aloud. “Or god-knows who else!”

“Exactly.” He nodded, amused by it too. “My dad suggested, should we have any more kids, to have girls, that way it doesn't continue on the Cavill boy madness, like dead arms and throwing each other off the couch.”

“I would like, at least, one girl, anyway.” You told him, laying your hand on your stomach, feeling your son shift and kick again, wincing as he did.

“Same.” He smirked, as excited as he was for a son, he had wanted a girl too. “Maybe the next one.”

“Mmm.” You hummed back, falling silent and drifting slightly.

Taking the hint, Henry rested your legs in his lap and leaned back, closing his own eyes to rest. Both of you were exhausted from the months of preparation for the baby, all the worrying about if you would be good parents and protecting your son against the world of social media and paparazzi. But the pair of you had only laid there for twenty or so minutes, before you jerked at a sharp pain, inadvertently kicking Henry in the stomach as you did.

Henry gasped and groaned at the blow, doubling over. “Babe?” He rasped, frowning across at you, finding you half sitting up, hand cupping the underside of your stomach with a look of shocked horror on your face. “What's wron—oh shit!” He snapped, seeing the wet patch seeping through your leggings and onto the duvet on the bed.

“Was that--”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, gulping thickly.

“It's okay, all right.” He nodded, running both hands through his curls. “Up we go.” He said, holding his shaking hands out to you, pulling you up and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Broke your water on my childhood bed.” He commented offhandedly, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“It is where we had our first kiss.” You added, lifting a brow at him. “Why not this too!”

“Mum!” Henry called out as you reached the bottom of the stairs. “We have to go.” He said as Marianne rounded the corner from the living room. “Someone's water broke.”

“Oh gosh!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Go hurry!” She shooed the two of you towards the door, before spinning on her feet. “Code blue everybody!” She shouted at the family gathered in the living room, snapping them into gear, sending brothers and in-laws scrambling everywhere.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Henry asked as he helped you buckle your seatbelt.

“Like I just peed myself.” You snorted, clutching your belly. “Henry.” You cooed at him, watching him make jerky movements but not move from your side. “Hen!” You called, reaching out to grab his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake.

“Huh?” He whimpered, blinking a few times.

“My shoes are still in the house.” You informed him, offering your sweet partner a smile.

“Oh right!” He nodded, kissing your hand and backing away to close your door, then raced back inside, running into a gaggle of his family fighting to put on shoes and coats. “Excuse me, pardon me!” He barked, diving into the huddle, scrabbling for your shoes.

“Henry!” Nik shouted after him.

“I forgot her shoes!” Henry yelled over his shoulder, pelting back to the car. “Got them!” He smiled, sliding home into the driver's seat and dropping them onto the center console. “I'll put them on you, when we get to the hospital.” He told you, starting the car and pulling away from the curb, while ordering Alexa to map the route to Jersey General Hospital, the very hospital where he and his brothers had been born.

“Speed limit, Cavill!” You reminded him, frowning.

“Baby!”

“He's not going to pop out right now!!”

“He could!

“Between the two of us, Hank, I'm damn sure he's not!” You snapped back, through a contraction. “Deep b-breaths! ” You wheezed, through the pain.

“Relax your shoulders, don't clench your jaw, take a deep breath in....and let it out!” Henry reciting your Douala and doing the technique with you. “Amazing, baby doll. I'm so proud of you.”

“Jesus Christ on a motorbike.” You sighed as the pain faded. “We're waiting at least three years before we have our daughter.” You panted over at him.

“Yes, ma'am.” Henry laughed, holding his hand out to you. “Whatever you want.”

“I know what we should name him.” You said, softly.

“Oh?” He replied, pulling into the hospital parking lot. ��What?”

You looked over at him, your expression soft. “I want to name him, Charlie.” You told him, biting the corner of your lip, you'd put a lot of consideration into it over your pregnancy. “We wouldn't have met, if your brother didn't nag you to come talk to me at that club.”

Biting his lip, a heart shaped lump thumping in his throat. “You're right.” He whispered; voice raw.

Charlie had prodded him for an hour, while supplying him with shots of liquid courage, to finally cross the club you both were in. You were with your friends, blowing off steam after a long work week, and Henry, Charlie and two other friends of Henry's were just hanging out, since he was in town and not working on any projects.

He never forgot the look on your friends' faces as he approached your table, recognizing him, melting into the dark leather of your corner booth and mumbling to each other with hungry, googly eyes. But you, while surprised a celeb was approaching you, hadn't fawned over him, like they did. You'd kept your cool, with jittery insides. Henry politely acknowledged everyone at the table, but his blue eyes were set on you. He asked, trying to have a persona of cool and calm, if he could get you a drink, noting on the way over, yours was empty, and with relief, you'd said yes. So, you dislodged yourself from your friends and followed him to the bar. Striking up a conversation with him, that moved to an empty table, after getting your drinks and lasted until the announcement the club was closing, at two am.

Neither of you had wanted to move apart, but it was late and you both knew it. So, you exchanged numbers and texted while you got yourselves home, then fell asleep. Making the promise to have a proper dinner the next day.

All of which snowballed to this moment. Sitting in the car at the hospital, married and staring at each other between contractions, discussing the name you wanted for your first born, for your son.

“It's perfect.” He nodded, reaching out to cup your cheek. “I could ask for nothing more for Christmas, than you and our son, for Charlie.” He choked up, leaning across to kiss you deeply.

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Wanting

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, consumption of drugs, discussion on drugs, friends with benefit (somehow?), cursing, sexual themes & smut (DUB-CON, grinding, police van sex, drugged out sex, mention of public sex, mention of rape, mention of revenge porn (not towards Reader), mention pornography, mention of non-consensual filming, fingering, one pussy slap, unprotected sex, hard sex - Walter is not gentle & sees it like a punishment, multiple orgasms, drooling, crying, squirting, chocking, creampie, little bit of praise)

Walter disliked being on call on Friday nights. Ever since the new drug, Houdini, started popping up everywhere the police has been running around in circles, trying to find the main supplier, but has repeatedly come up short.

Houdini was a mixture of ketamine and ecstasy. A party drug that is supposed to highten your senses and drive up your sex drive. Sounds like a perfect mix, but what the dealers left out was the memory loss, the dehydration that followed and complete lack of mobility.

It was a mess all over the damn country - the rape cases skyrocketed, revenge porn sites were having a field day because of all the public fucking taking place, the emergency rooms were stacked with people on gurneys and everyone had to deal with victims with memory loss.

Everyone was having a bad time - the victims which were pilling up by the minute, the police that was understaffed had to do even more over hours and the doctors that had to triage almost every Friday night.

Yet people were still taking that stupid drug.

Walter was pissed off, to say the least.

How are people this stupid?

He thought as he watched a group of drunk women giggling after just snorting the Houdini. His blood boiled knowing damn well that he couldn't do anything about it. The amount of people taking this drug was too high for everyone to get arrested or booked. Priorities his superiors loved preaching.

One of the women left the group to get some drinks. Her dress barely covered anything, leaving very little to the imagination. He shook his head as he watched several heads turn after the woman. She definitely got the attention she wanted.

"Walter!" He heard and looked around to see who was calling him. Out of all the damned people, you were the woman in that short dress. The one that just snorted the Houdini. Walter clenched his jaw and his grip on the beer he was drinking tightened.

How can you be so stupid?

"It's been a while." You smiled at him. He could see how drunk you already were and he also knew the drug will take effect soon, if it hasn't already.

"You should come meet my friends!" You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you, stumbling a few steps back as his massive weight crashed into you. Walter let you drag him to your friends, also because he knew that whatever attention you had on you would dissipate once he was next to you.

"Girls, this is Walter! The friend I told you about!"

"Oooooh, the policeman." One of your friends slurred.

"Are you here to arrest us? We're just trying to have a good time." Another winked.

"Oh stop it! He's the nice policeman. He would never arrest us." You leaned into him.

It already started taking effect.

You weren't aware of it yet, but you started lightly grinding on his leg. He heard how your breath came out laboured, and he knew he had to get you out of there. Grabbing your arm, he started dragging you away from your friends.

"Walter, what the hell?! Let me go!" You yelled, trying to resist his grip.

"I can't believe you out of all your stupid friends are acting this way." He grumbled. "You know better than anyone what's going on these days."

"I was careful." You whined, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to glare at you, making you shut your mouth.

"Careful? You don't even realize that the drug has started taking effect. You can barely stand and I'm pretty fucking sure that if I let you stagger back to that bar you'd get lost."

"Fuck you."

"Right." Walter started dragging you to the police van parked in the small street.

"Get out." He barked at the man that was inside, surveilling the cameras around the city. The man tried to object but one stern look from Walter sent him out. Water threw you in the van, climbing in behind you and closing the door.

"What is your problem?" You yelled at him, tugging your dress down when you realized you were much more exposed than you were comfortable with.

"Now you're trying to cover up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're more than happy to bare your ass to strangers but with me you get shy? What the fuck were you thinking taking the Houdini?" You never realized he was so big as just now that he was towering over you. Your pussy clenched as your eyes lingered on his cock.

"Tammy took it before and she said she had the best fuck of her life. I just wanted to see how it felt like." You bit your lip as he crouched down to you.

"You're taking advice from a drug addict. Are you stupid?"

"I didn't take the full dose." You defended yourself. "Just a taste, to see how it feels."

"And? How does it feel?"

"Antsy." You swallowed, trying to decide whether or not to tell your very angry friend what you were thinking. You shifted on the floor a bit and the cold steel flooring touched your soaked pussy, making you gasp.

"I see the Houdini is in full swing." Walter observed you.

"Can you help me, please?"

"I'm not going to be nice. You need to learn a lesson, and maybe next time, you won't go around experimenting with drugs." You nodded before Walter pulled your collar down, exposing your breasts. His hand cupped one and pinched your nipple, making you moan.

"Keep tour mouth shut." He slammed a hand over your mouth, grabbed your hips with the other, spinning you around, and pushed you into the wall of the van. He kicked your feet further apart, making you stick your ass further into him. You could feel your nipples harden at the contact with the cold steel material. His hand then traveled to the center, under your dress, before finding your clit and circling it, making your hips buck.

"You're dripping." He said into your ear before he forced two of his thick fingers into your still clothed pussy, making you moan into his hand that was still clamped over your mouth.

"Completely soaked." Walter commented. "That's the Houdini doing its magic. Imagine if I left you there, you'd be grinding up on some coked up asshole that'd fuck you right in the middle of the bar. Anyone could record you and you'd end up on some porn site, where strangers would jack-off seeing such a whore like you get publicly fucked out of her mind. Maybe a coworker of yours stumbles upon it - bye-bye that stellar career of yours." His voice was low and raspy. Somehow, that made you even more aroused. Your pussy had a mind of her own as you realized you have been incessantly humping Walters fingers.

"Mmph." Moaning, your tongue licked his fingers, making Walter tsk. You could see your release, just a few more grinds.

"You're getting hornier by the second." He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, taking away that sweet feeling, making you whine. "But I'll be nice and I'll take care of you." He rasped into your ear before he spun you around and bent you over the control table, your head laying on the keyboard. Tugging your laughably short dress up, he exposed your core to him. He slapped your pussy, making you yelp. He tsked again when his hand made contact with your drenched and sticky thongs. His fingers wrapped around the string, pulling it away before releasing it back on your skin. Throwing your gead back with a loud "God" your pussy clenched at the impact and your back arched at the sensation.

Walter chuckled as he watched your cunt throb as he started unbuckling his belt. He finally pulled down your thong and ran his leaking cock up and down your puffy pussy. Your chest heaved, and you made sounds you didn't recognize. All you wanted needed was his cock in your cunt.

"Remember that I'm not being nice." He warned before he seethed himself in you with one powerful thrust, slamming your hips into the control table. It hurt, but in the most delicious way that you have never experienced before. The pace he set was brutal, the letters of the keyboard scratched your face, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling.

Your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body spasming on his cock, but Walter just continued fucking into you. He was like a man possessed, grunting and moaning above you, his pace never faltering even after you clenched around him. He immediately pushed you into your second orgasm, making you moan out loud as juices squirted out of you.

"Fuck." Walter cursed as he felt your squirt wet his thighs. "Let's see if you can do that again."

His hand moved from your hip to your stretched pussy, circling the spot where you were joined, making you gurgle. His pace switched, his cock was slowly stretching your walls and with your drugged state you could feel almost every vein on his organ.

Mindblowing.

"Stop drooling over the keyboard." He stopped his adminitrations and grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you away from any electronics before returning his hand back.

"You're completely stretched, must be painful." He commented as he circled your full hole. You choked on your words and tried to shake your head.

"No? Good, you're taking me quite well." He praised you, making your legs shake a bit. His fingers lightly stroked around your pussy, purposefully avoiding your clit, making you whine.

"Walter...please..." You choked out.

"What is it?"

It was hard to formulate words, your body was on fire and it felt like cumming was the only thing that would put it out. But in the state that you were in, all you managed to let out was a hoarse "Cum.".

"You want to cum?" He mocked your meager attempt to communicate what you need.

"Mhm."

"So, if I touch you here," Walter tapped your clit which made your hips buck and him smirk. "then you'll cum almost immediately?" You could feel him starting to prepare himself for another round. One that you knew you were losing soon, not that there was anything to complain about.

His fingers framed your clit and his other hand grabbed at your throat. "Let's see how much you can take."

His pace again hardened, his first sharp thrust made your hips slam back into the edge of the control table, but this time he kept you firmly pinned by your neck, preventing you from slipping away. His fingers were rough on your engorged clit, but that just added another layer to your rapture.

You couldn't form a sound anymore. Your body just locked when the orgasm hit you, but then when your juices squirted out, you started convulsing. But he just kept going completely overloading you, your hand fruitlessly reached for his hand, trying to shove it away from your clit, but he wasn't bothered.

You couldn't handle another orgasm, but you had no choice but to take it. Both of you could feel how close you were to another peak again.

"That's it, come on, I know you have another one in you." His grip on your throat increased, making you release a choking sound, tears welling up in your eyes, but it also made your pussy clamp down on his cock, making you squirt again. A few thrusts more and finally Walter released himself into you. Feeling the few spurts painting your womb and his cock go slack, you finally let out a relieved sigh.

It was over.

"Good girl." Walter cooed, kissing your shoulder. He carefully let go of your throat and pulled his cock out and your body finally slumped, completely exhausted. Observing your abused and puffy pussy, his cock twitched as it refused to close. It really was a sight to see how his spend oozed out of your hole and he resisted the urge to push it back in.

He buckled up his pants and carefully pulled your thongs up, sitting you on the only chair in the van. He rummaged around to find a jacket before draping it over you, before he opened the van door again and carried you out in his arms. Your head lolled as your consciousness wavered.

Walter walked past the man who was previously thrown out of the van and the man immediately knew not to comment or bring up the situation again.

"Shhh, don't worry. I got you. Just rest now." Walter shushed you as you tried speaking. Nodding weakly, you let the darkness consume you.

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𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 ˚₊‧꒰ა 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ��� 𝘢𝘰3 ✿ 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 ✿ 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘯

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𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

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A restless night

Henry Cavill x reader

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Summary: When anxiety finally visits you again, you don’t know how to handle it anymore but luckily Henry comes to the rescue.

Warnings: dd/lg vibes/dynamic, reader calls Henry daddy, anxiety, panic attacks, tensing your whole body, vomiting from the anxiety, cockwarming and just fluff.

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A restless night

It was a rough day. You were a week off and Henry was filming Enola Holmes 2 so wasn’t home. You haven’t seen Henry for 2 weeks now. He would come home late and be gone before you woke up, or you had to go up early. You missed your bear, especially today. It started in the afternoon. You were busy and decided in the afternoon to take a little nap, only to be greeted by a bunch of anxiety, floating through your stomach.

Every time you almost tucked away, you quickly got shaken by anxiety. It didn’t took long before your heart started to pound against your chest as well. You started to feel sick from all the tension in your body, even getting a headache because you’ve been clenching your jaw a lot.

You got your headphones and played some music while you sat behind your laptop to write some more, hoping it would help but the anxiety stayed in the front. You didn’t really knew what else to do so just kept writing until it was around dinner time but you felt so nauseas from the anxiety that you only got some soup but was quickly to put it away again. You walked Kal, took a shower, watch a movie but nothing worked so you decided to take your sleeping medication and it would be an early night.

You crawled back into bed, feeling exhausted and in pain from being so tense. The medication was supposed to make you calmer and feel sleepy but right now you didn’t feel anything except more anxiety. It had gotten so bad that it turned into a panic attack. You got downstairs and tried to rationalize but it wasn’t working. You felt the tears streaming over your face. Kal patted your way and nudged your leg. You scratched his head and walked to the couch. Only on rare occasions, was Kal allowed on the couch. You didn’t even say anything but Kal was already next to you on the couch with his head on your lap.

Your tea was steaming on the table while you cuddled with Kal. You had put on some stupid tv show in hopes that it might distract you but nothing worked and it all got worse. You knew it was going over in a panic attack. You turned the tv off and put your earphones in and put some music on, reading some stories online until you finally fell asleep on the couch. Kal was laying besides you, your arm around the big Akita.

Henry opened the door to your shared home and to his surprise the lights were still on. He frowned since it was very late and was wondering why you were still up. “Pup?” he asked softly, not wanting to be loud but also not wanting to silent. “Puppy?” he asked again. He frowned even more, wondering why Kal didn’t came to him to greet him until he walked in the livingroom. His heart sunk when he saw your form on the couch with Kal besides it, who was waggling his tail softly but didn’t leave his spot.

Henry walked over to you and saw that you had your earphones in. He petted Kal softly on his head and let out a soft sigh. He still didn’t really know why you were sleeping on the couch but the way Kal didn’t want to leave your side told him enough. He softly went with his hand over your hair. You stirred a little and your heart started to pound again.

You opened your eyes from the panic and anxiety that came rushing back. You quickly sat up and saw Henry with a soft look on his face. You got your earphones out. “Hi pup, what’s going on?” he asked you softly as he cupped your cheek softly. “I don’t know… just a lot of anxiety and panic attacks. I don’t know why, they’re just here.” Henry nodded and you started to feel even more sick. Your stomach was your weak spot.

You quickly got up and rushed to the toilet to throw everything out. God you haven’t felt this miserable in a long time. Henry quickly took his coat off while he walked towards you. He softly rubbed your back while you clang to the toilet. He held your hair back and felt his heart break slowly for you. Your anxiety was away for a very long while along with your panic attacks but right now, it all seemed to come back at a rapid speed and all at once.

You flushed the toilet once you were done. “Let’s get you freshened up huh pup?” he suggested and you nodded. Henry helped you go upstairs. You got to the bathroom and brushed your teeth again while Henry got some comfortable clothes and placed it in the corner of the bathroom. “Do you think you can sleep?” he asked you but already knew the answer. You shook your head and Henry gave you a soft sympathetic smile. “Okay baby, why don’t you wait while I take a shower.” you nodded and sat down on the toilet seat, your legs tucked towards your chest.

You looked at Henry who was showering at a rapid speed so he could be with you again. You felt your heart flutter at the sight but it quickly got replaced with anxiety again. Henry got out of the shower and gave you a soft smile while he quickly touched your chin in a comforting manner “unclench your jaw sweet princess” he told you before he got back to drying himself up. It wasn’t new that when you would battle anxiety or a panic attack that you would be extremely quiet so it didn’t surprise him when you didn’t say anything.

Henry put the comforting clothes on and held out his hand for you. You grabbed it and he helped you up from the seat. “Let’s go downstairs than mhm puppy?” you quickly looked at him. “Aren’t you tired? I can handle it, you need sleep though.” Henry smiled softly and got your chin between his fingers. “I know you can, I know you’re a big girl but that doesn’t mean you have to. I rather stay with you, making sure that you’re okay. I can sleep later. Now let daddy take care of you and go downstairs.” He quickly placed a kiss on your forehead.

You already felt a bit better just by his presence. You both got downstairs and Henry already knew that you didn’t want to leave his side so he took you with him to the kitchen so he could make you both a new cup of tea. Henry helped you jump up on the kitchen counter while you waited. He turned his focus to you and cupped your cheek softly. You could tell he was tired but he still chose you over everything. His eyes held a soft gaze “Since when did it start again princess?” he asked you. “Since today. Just got really bad at a fast pace.” You told him and he nodded softly. He got his phone out to send a text message to someone, which made you curious.

“How about, we watch a movie and tomorrow, we’ll take it easy or do whatever you want.” You looked puzzled at him. “Aren’t you supposed to work tomorrow?” he shook his head with a soft smile. “No, I just canceled. I have room to take a day off besides, you’re more important and you need me right now.” he told you and placed a quick kiss on your nose before turning away to make the tea.

“Oh and don’t you dare to feel guilty pup. I want to be with you.” you got a sad smile. Henry knew you too well for this. You slid off the counter and couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, your head resting on his back. Henry softly raised his eyebrow “I’ve missed you so much daddy.” You told him softly. Henry smiled lovingly and got your arms a bit off of him so he could turn around and give you a proper hug. “I’ve missed you too sweetheart, so much.” He kissed your forehead “Let’s get the tea to the table and cuddle on the couch” he told you and got the tea while you walked with him.

He placed the tea on the table and sat down, looking at you and hinted to get into his lap. You sat down sideways, your head resting against his shoulder. He got a blanket and wrapped it around the two of you. You looked up at Henry, who looked down at you and he placed a delicate, soft kiss on your lips. Once he pulled away, he got you closer to his chest and he wrapped his strong arms around you, placing another kiss on the side of your head.

You tried to snuggle even closer to him and Henry noticed that you wanted him closer than he could give you. He held you tightly while he got the tea from the table and handed it carefully to you and got his own.

Your fingers dug into his shirt, holding him close. One hand cupped the back of your head and held it softly against his chest. You once told Henry that that made you feel safe and secure and since of than, he never stopped doing it, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek and you finally let out a deep breath and felt calmer. “Good job baby girl.” Henry responded to your sigh.

Something outside caught your attention from the corner of your eyes and you saw that it was snowing. You shivered a little at the thought of the cold and Henry tucked the blanket tighter around your body. You finished your tea and Henry too, placing both mugs on the table. You tried to get comfortable but it just wasn’t working for you right now and Henry noticed your frustration. “You can’t get comfortable princess?” he asked you and you shook your head, anxiety slowly creeping back. “Okay, let’s go upstairs and cuddle. You can even watch a movie there.” you nodded “I just want you close.” You told him and Henry smiled softly and looked at you. “I know baby, let’s go upstairs and cuddle.” He helped you stand up.

You both got upstairs after putting the lights out and freshened up. Once you arrived at the bed, you quickly got rid off of your clothes and got into the bed, tucking the blankets already up to your chin. Henry came into the room as well and smiled at you in a way that made your heart flutter. He walked to his side of the bed and bowed down to give you a kiss on your head. His hair softly tickled your nose, making you giggle.

Henry couldn’t smile brighter from the giggle that you just let out. He got out of his clothes as well and he didn’t even had the chance to lay down or you were already attacking him with cuddles. Henry chuckled “Sweetheart, let me get comfortable first.” You heard the rumble through his chest from the chuckle. You let go of him and waited.

Henry signaled that now, you could cuddle. He placed his arms around you while you almost laid on top of him, your head on his chest and underneath his chin, your arms tightly around him while you felt Henry softly massage your head with his fingers, sending you into another wave of relaxation. You let out another comfortable sigh from all the pent up energy before. “Good girl” his voice a bit hoarse, sending shivers down your spine.

His other fingers went up and down from your spine and you tried to snuggle even closer but got frustrated once again when you couldn’t. That was when Henry got an idea. “Sweetheart can daddy try something?” he asked you, making you nod and curious about what he was up to. He got you a bit to the side, his fingertips slowly going over your skin more downwards and you felt the excitement growing in your stomach. He got your panties of and threw them to the side of the bed. “What are you doing?” you asked him puzzled. “Do you trust me sweetheart?” you nodded. “Do you still want me closer?” he asked you again, making you nod. “Okay, you tell me if you don’t want it or want to stop okay princess? You’ve got to promise me sweetheart.”

You nodded “I promise daddy.” He smiled softly and got your chin again so he could place a kiss on your lips. His hand started to go down again and got attached to your pussy. Your breath hitched a little and Henry felt how wet you were and he let out a growl that gave you goosebumps. He stroked his cock a bit before putting the tip by your entrance. He stopped and looked at your face for any discomfort. “You still want it baby girl?” he asked you serious and genuine, making you nod again.

He pushed his cock in, making you both moan while you felt him stretch you out. He pushed further, his other hand on your waist, pulling you softly down onto his cock. When he was fully in, you still waited for him but nothing happened. You looked confused in Henry, who chuckled at your confusion. “Now I am as close to you as I can.” He told you and kissed you multiple times before placing his hand on the back of your head and guided you to lay down on his chest before he wrapped his arms around you again.

“Try to get some sleep pup. I’ll be right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.” He told you and kissed the top of your head again. You finally, after all these hours, felt comfortable and sleepy. Your eyelids heavy as you focused on the feeling of Henry, completely indulged in his touch as you finally fell asleep, safe and sound.

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Guilty until Proven Innocent-Part I

A/N: Hey everyone. Thank you for taking the time to look at this story. This is for a collaboration with @lainiespicewrites. She is an excellent writer and I figured it was my turn to stretch my writing muscles and put something out into the world. This is my first Henry Cavill fic, so please don't be too harsh. Anyways, enjoy!

Synopsis: After recent murders in town, You (Olivia) decide to train with Edith in the art of self-defense. In the middle of training, you got a mysterious knock on the door. Sherlock walks in, looking for assistance with his latest case. He offers you to partake in a partnership to help him in his latest case? Do you take it?

Warnings: mentions of death

“You’re progressing nicely Olivia.”  Edith smiled from above me, her elbow pinning me to the floor mat.  There wasn’t a hint of sweat along her forehead.  She had taken me down in less than a minute. The worst part was I thought I was going to land a hit on her this time.

”I’m beginning to think that you’re just saying that to soothe my pride”. I rasped out.  She had eased her hold on me and stood up, extending a hand.

”Nonsense.  Look how far you’ve come since you first stepped in these doors.  Pretty soon you’ll be able to hold your ground with me.”  She exclaimed as I grabbed her hand and hoisted myself up.  My back had long since started throbbing.

For the past few weeks, I have been meeting Edith at her office to train and learn self-defense.  Ever since the first girl went missing and was later found dead in the street I hadn’t been able to sleep soundly.  There were constant, nagging thoughts that made me question if I was going to be the next victim.  It had only gotten worse when they found the next girl a week later in the middle of an alleyway that I frequently visited.  Her throat had been cut. 

In London, it was ill-advised for a woman, especially of noble birth, to consider something as trivial as self-defense.  Women are supposed to be soft, elegant, and passive. All of the trouble and responsibility in making decisions was for the men. 

 Being passive and soft didn’t save those girls from their cruel end.

And I wasn’t going to let myself become like them.  I refuse to be the next girl that falls victim to this.  So I went to my dear friend Enola at her detective agency and inquired about a solution to my predicament.  She sent me over to Edith and had me start training the next day.  I’ve been training every day since then.

I’m still not really good at it.

”Did you say the same thing when you were teaching Enola?”  I inquired as I dusted myself off.  Edith only shook her head.

”Not exactly.  Her response was more witty, thanks to her mother.”  Eudoria Holmes, the mother, the fire starter as people liked to call her.  I’ve seen her wanted poster splayed all across London.  But I didn’t see her as a criminal.  I saw her as the woman who saved my life six months ago.

That morning had been cold and bitter.  I remember feeling my fingers grow numb while I huddled against a mailbox.  Its red paint had chipped away at its base, leaving rust behind.

Which was ironic and poetic now that I think back on it.  And let me explain why.

It all started when my father had recently passed from a sickness that left my mother and me penniless.  With no man in the house and no money to our name, we were cast out of society.  My mother and I were thrown out and the estate that I called my home.   It was sold to another noble family in the south.

We lived off the street after that.  My mother, using what knowledge she had of needlework, had acquired a job as an assisted seamstress.  I was left to salvage whatever pity people gave me and half-rotten food from dumpsters.

Eventually, we were able to afford a small cottage on the outskirts of town.  It was small, run-down, and often had a damp smell to it.  Mother didn’t like to be there for a long period.  She claimed it was because she was so busy with her duties to the seamstress that she didn’t have time to spend there.  I think it was because she missed her life at the estate and living in this small broken cottage was too much for her to bear.

That morning six months ago I decided to go into town to fill my water bucket and get bread before it got too crowded.  When I got there, I sat down by the mailbox to wait for the bakery to open.  I was particularly annoyed when I saw a lot of people around this early in the morning.

I was watching a man get onto a carriage when something shifted from the corner of my eye.  It had been a man, or what I thought was a man walking towards me with a package in their hand.  When we made eye contact I didn’t think anything of it.  I just watched them and noted how stiff they walked. They placed the package in the slot of the mailbox.  Before I knew it, I was grabbed by the elbow, hoisted upright, and pulled away from the mailbox.  

That mailbox exploded, releasing a whirlwind of fliers into the air.

The two of us had run from the police.  I was forced to since they refused to let go of my hand.  We ran until this stranger knew that they weren't being followed.  

When things settled down, the man revealed that they were a woman in disguise.  She introduced herself as Eudoria Holmes and then proceeded to lecture me about being near explosives as if she were my own mother.  All I had wanted to do was bite back, to lecture her on how she shouldn’t be putting explosives where there were people.

Instead, I broke down, not from her lecturing but because of something I couldn’t quite place. All I knew was that I was waiting for a soggy piece of bread and nearly got blown up.

In the end, I told her everything.  I told her my past, my current situation, and why I was even in town in the first place.  One thing kind of led to another.  The next thing I knew I was sitting in Eudoria’s house with a cup of tea in my hand.

I stayed in that damp cottage less and less as time passed and more at Eudoria’s warm, often chaotic home.  That’s where I became friends with Enola, had briefly met her two brothers Sherlock and Mycroft, and felt somewhat happy.  

I don’t know why she pulled me away from that mailbox.  The one time I asked her she said she saw something in me, some sort of fire in my eye.  She didn’t want it to go out along with the mailbox.

I didn’t believe her, but I couldn’t tell that to her.

“So what you’re trying to say is that I still have a long way to go,” I asked as my brain jumped back to the present.  I stepped away from the mat and made my way into her office.

”What I’m saying is you’re doing better than you think you are.  You just began learning.  Give yourself a little credit.”  Following me, she made her way to the table by the window.  A stack of teacups were messily stacked up to one side.  She grabbed two, placed them on saucers, and poured liquid into both.  

“I know.  I’m just…worried.  It’s been a week since the last victim was found and the police still haven’t found the suspect.”  I let out a sigh and sipped some of my tea.  I needed a moment to choose my words carefully.  “I just want to be…prepared.”

A heavy pause filled the air before either of us spoke.  

”Olivia…there’s more to that, isn’t there?” Edith’s words were soft and gentle.

“I mean I-“. My response was sharply cut short.

A knock pulled our attention away from our conversation and to the door.  A tall man entered from the training room and to Edith’s office.  I couldn’t place if he looked tall because of his size, or because of the giant top hat sitting snugly on top of his head.  Dark wavy strands of hair peaked through from under his hat. 

”Have you any sense what time it is?”  Edith interrogated, crossing her arms.  The man took off his hat, revealing thick brown locks.  His sculpted jawline and nose complimented the hair.  Blue, mesmerizing eyes glanced around, investigating.

But the feature that I recognized right away from him was his shoulders.  I knew those shoulders.

”Hello, Edith” His attention briefly shot to me “Olivia”  I curtly nodded, averting my eyes.

”Good evening Mr. Holmes.”  I responded softly.  “With what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” Holmes.  Sherlock Holmes.  One of Enola’s older brothers. One of the greatest detectives I’ve ever seen.

”There’s no need for formalities Olivia.”  I felt something warm begin to grow on my cheeks at his response.  He’s only being polite Olivia.  We are only acquaintances because of Enola and Eudoria.  He doesn’t like you like that.

Or does he?  

I’m not sure.

Sherlock Holmes is a difficult man to understand.

“What are you here for Sherlock?”  Edith asked again, harsher this time.  Her tone quickly pulled me back to the present and away from my thoughts.  

Sherlock cleared his throat, his blue eyes revealing some sort of inner turmoil within himself.  It was an unusual amount of emotion that I was not used to seeing.  I expected it with Mycroft, he practically wore his emotions on his face at all times.  Sherlock never did.  He’s always been composed, and proper.  Before me now he still was, but a layer of some sort had been chipped away.

”I….need your help.”  He struggled to say the words like it was almost painful to him.  A moment of silence clung in the air.  

”Is it about Enola?   Did she get herself into trouble?”  There was a hint of concern in Edith’s voice when she begged the questions.  The only response he gave was a small shake of his head. I watched as realization flashed on her face. 

”There’s something about this case-“. 

”That deduction cannot solve?”  Edith finished his thought.  He slightly nodded, setting his hat down on her desk.  That was my cue. I softly placed my teacup down and made my way to the table by the window.  I began making some tea for Sherlock while listening to the conversation.

”I may need your…skills to get information from a place I cannot enter.”

“What kind of place?”  He listed off a name that I didn’t recognize.  Edith’s face slightly reddened.

”A showgirl theatre?! You cannot ask me such a thing Sherlock, no matter how close we are.”  My eyebrows raised as I grabbed a cup and saucer and poured some tea into the cup.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t have another option.  A woman’s life is at stake.” His tone was calm, but there was something else there.

”But going into this with the possibility of getting murdered is not something I’m comfortable with.  Woman’s freedom and rights is one thing, going after a serial killer is a whole other matter entirely”

”Edith, I-“. I cut them off.

”I’ll do it.  I’ll go instead of you.”  In their arguing, I had made my way back to the two of them, Sherlock's tea in hand.  I had left mine behind.

”Olivia, do you know what kind of place that is, what situations you can get into.  You’re nowhere near ready to hold your ground”. What she said was like a punch to the gut.  

I knew I wasn’t ready, we had that same conversation not thirty minutes ago.  But I knew that if Edith went and something bad had happened to her Enola and Eudoria would be devastated.  I was different.  If I went and something happened to me, Edith would still be here training more girls like me.

”Who else is going to do it?  Enola?  She’s not expendable. I am.  And Edith, what about the other girls you train?” I took a breath, the stubbornness in me growing. “Besides, I know these streets better than anyone.  I’ve lived in them.  I know where to go in case I’m being followed.   And because of the way I look,”. I paused briefly looking down at myself, at my curvy, plump figure.  “No one would suspect me.  They would just see me as a showgirl trying to make ends meet.  I can blend in, go undercover, and get the information that he needs in order to catch this murderer.”

A heavy pause hung between the three of us.

I let what I said sink into the two of them.  I know that Edith is fighting with herself on whether she can let me go.  She believes that I am her responsibility, and I kind of was while Eudoria was undercover.  But since starting to learn to defend myself I told myself that I couldn’t sit and wait.  Sitting and worrying about who the next victim is going to drive me crazy.  If I can help and make a difference, then maybe the suspect will be caught before there’s more tragedy.  

”I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to her.”  Sherlock’s voice broke the silence and my inner thoughts.  “You have my word.”  His eyes met mine at his.  I felt something else there besides the promise.   Edith sighed,  rubbing her temples with both her index fingers.

“Okay, Sherlock.  Just…make sure she comes back in one piece.”   Edith finally concurred.  “You’re going to have to speak to your mother if you don’t.”

A smile tugged at my lips at the agreement.  I finally raised the cup of tea, offering it to him.    

”When do we start?”

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading. If you want to read @lainiespicewrites story about Paul Atreides from the Dune Sage, here is her link: https://www.tumblr.com/lainiespicewrites/747032352877903872/the-atreides-era?source=share

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[thebeesareback]

With nearly 50% of the vote, Charles Augustus Milverton is hereby named the most evil character in the original Sherlock Holmes canon! Huge thanks to everyone who voted, I hope you enjoyed it

#sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #sherlock #watson #superwholock #acd holmes #acd sherlock holmes #acd johnlock #charles augustus milverton #poll #doctor john watson #doctor watson #villain #enola holmes #bbc sherlock #original sherlock canon #original sherlock stories #henry cavill because he's fucking gorgeous

[thenighthawk]

Character - Nikolai Kozalağı (Cavill) | Watalli, The Silvery Wizard

I ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in the tub but that’s normal ain’t it Norman? Serial killer hidin’ murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo

#accord stories #fictional characters #henry cavill #the witcher #nikolai #ai art #geralt of rivia

[demivampirew]

There aren't enough nasty words in this world to explain who much I f*cking hate season 3

Boring af

A complete waste of time and money

Heroic send-off for Henry as Geralt? Really, Lauren, really?! The only one who got a "heroic send-off" was Stregobor, yes, Stregobor died as a "hero" helping the mages while enjoying killing the elves, like the bigot he is.

Seriously, this season made the last season of GOT a freaking masterpiece in comparison!!!!

No wonder Henry decided to go. He barely got any screen time this season, especially in the last 3 episodes. I'm surprised he stayed and didn't tell them to f*ck off and left -he likely stayed only for legal purposes.

I hope that sh*tshow gets canceled. Such a waste of time and money.

#henry cavill #the witcher #the witcher netflix #lauren schmidt hissrich #f*ck lauren #f*ck the writers #They ruined a story that it could be a masterpiece #Geralt #geralt of rivia

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Halloween last year: Ruin is dropped by Joey and Madeleine. Life is good.

Halloween this year: Geralt is replaced by a Hemsworth brother and the show is ruined from season 4-onwards. Life is not good.

#like I said before lads #rottmnt is a booming fandom #ninja turtles always finna have your back #can’t trust these corporate bitches nowadays #I mean I don’t know the story because I haven’t left tumblr since finding out ten minutes ago #but like #what the fuck #lmao but yeah seriously rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles is a better fandom byeeeeee #I’ll pop my head into the Witcher every now and then but like #only to support Joey’s career so we can get more albums #the Witcher #witcher #Henry Cavill #the Witcher news #witcher season 4 #the Witcher season 4 #Liam Hemsworth #geralt #Jaskier #yennefer #geralt of rivia #the amazing devil #Joey Batey #tad

[littlefreya]

I’d be way too nervous to get intimate with ANY of Henry’s characters even if I’m aroused. We’d have to go really slow and pretty much I’d have to tell him not to move as I slowly explore his face and body with my hands before I let him start touching me and taking charge.

Do you have anything in your fics that you can recommend that resembles something like this? 🫣

Hey sweetheart, I totally get you. Your first time with a new lover can be nerve-wracking. You are just getting to know the person. Trust still needs to be established, you are uncertain of what the other person likes, and of course, we tend to get self-conscious about our bodies.

As far as it goes to stories, I think I have a few that can fit the description :) I hope you will enjoy them

The Captain and the Maiden - Syverson x Virgin Reader Plain and simple, the Captain deflowers you.

Velvet Chains - Soft!August x Reader (smut. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c… ) - For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 

White Honey - Henry x Reader (Smut, loss of virginity, sex) Waking up the morning after you lost your virginity to Henry, you muse of the night before while feeling hungry for more.

Lilies - Henry Cavill x Reader (Fluff to slight-smut, graphic post-coitus descriptions, loss of virginity, slight coaxing and slight cunnilingus.) Your first time with Henry is rather painful, and he tries to comfort you

Silky Iron - Henry x Reader (fluff to smut to fluff, graphic descriptions, sexual content, erotic romance, vaginal penetration, cockwarming, soft dom vibe. Read on your own account.)  It’s your first time with Henry and your first time being with an uncut man.

#ask freya #anon asks #first time stories #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction