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[userkhael]

kiss it better

Summary: Your annoyingly handsome brother’s best friend comes over for game night.

Word Count: 1300+

Warnings: RPF, FLUFFFFF

A/N: Kiss It Better by Rihanna hasn’t left my brain since I heard it. I was listening to it while writing this. I just wanted to make something light and a bit angsty just to quench my never ending desire for creating fake scenarios in my head LMAO. I hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated.

PS: Finally making a story using the POV I posted ♥

After a long day at work, you shouldn’t really do anything else but sleep. But you aren’t living alone and your brother is a huge pain in the ass every Thursday. You can forgive the loud banter and the incessant noises him and his friends make whenever they play their stupid game but the never-ending sexist remarks of his asshole friends really draws the straw. He doesn’t know about any of it and you dread every Thursday that comes.

You wipe the sleep from your eyes and force yourself to take a quick shower and eat before bed. You wake up terribly grumpy without it. It’s like you’re a whole ‘nother person. Rummaging the fridge for milk, you pull out the cereal off one of the drawers. 

The door opens and you close your eyes, as if bracing yourself for “bro” impact. But it’s been five seconds and while your head is down, you listen to your surroundings.

“You feeling okay?” The voice is too near to ignore and when you open your eyes, you almost drop the bowl in your hand.

It’s Henry, one of your brother’s best friends. One of the decent ones. And yet he doesn’t make an effort to correct his friends, that’s why I also hate him. He’s built like a God and his face is chiseled like the Creator really took his time to perfect him. That makes me very annoyed. I hate how the butterflies in my stomach always flutter whenever he’s around.

“I’m good. Only you?” You point at him and he nods, smiling. God, even his smile is perfect. You don’t say another word and you both stand there like statues staring at each other. You know he cares about you like a sibling and sometimes you make it awkward for yourself because you can’t admit that you have a crush on him.

“Yeah, the other guys aren’t free this week.” He fiddles fingers and you almost think it’s because he’s near you. Guys like him have a line of women worshiping at his feet. He can pick one and get his flavor of the day.

“Thank God, I can sleep soundly today.” You comment and he smiles before your brother calls out for him in the living room. He smiles one more time, stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and turned on his heel, looking back at you one more time. You smile back at him and eat your cereal while your chest is beating ever so loudly.

After eating, you tried lying in bed and resting your eyes but sleep never came. All you thought about is how Henry’s lips perfectly move while he speaks, or how his muscles flex whenever he raises his hand. His constant visit to your brother doesn’t help your feelings at all. He’s always been your crush since you’re a nerdy twelve year old and he’s already twenty.Way too experienced but most of all way, way too far out your league. Standing up from your bed, you decide sleep is not for you today and walk towards the kitchen, intent on getting soda from the fridge.

But you almost regret stepping out of your room because Henry’s back is to you and he’s apparently doing the dishes in your apartment. 

“You shouldn’t be doing that.” You say and he doesn’t look back but you can feel the smile on his face.

Opening the fridge and retrieving a soda can, you peek in the living room and see the game is in pause and your brother is nowhere to be found. You’re still looking at him as he loads everything in the dishwasher. Opening the soda can while looking at him seem to be a plausible route at this point but being dumb as you are, your nail got caught between and your flesh got cut by the sharp end. Well, hey, at least you opened your soda.

You hiss because it stung when the soda bubbled up and reached the surface of the can. Taunting you like an idiot. You shake your hand and inspect it but it decides to bleed like a motherfucker. Henry looks back and sees the stream of blood coming from your stupid nail and his face morphs into something you can never understand. He moves at lightspeed and retrieves the first aid kit in no time. He pulls your hand and looks at it intently. 

“Throw away that soda, Y/N.” He says annoyed, dabbing cotton your nail, commanding you like some slave. The damage is worse than you let on. The metal sliced the flesh beside your nail and it wouldn’t stop bleeding.

You drink from the soda one more time, not caring about what Henry said. He snatched the can from your other hand and looked at you, his face red with anger.

“I said. Throw. It. Away.” He emphasized every word and you felt the shivers down your spine. Him putting a bandage on your poor nail just amplified everything. Before he can even lock the bandage, you pull your hand away.

“I can do it myself.” You say, taking the soda from his hand and throwing it away. You take the tape from the kit and sit down on the couch. But then you forgot the scissors and now you can’t cut it with your hand or teeth.

“You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that?” Henry walks to you, places the kit on the coffee table and kneels in front of you, pulling your injured hand again, now finishing what he started. He pours alcohol in a fresh cotton and wipes your elbow up to the palm of your hand without breaking eye contact. You didn’t realize you bleed that much in a few minutes.

“Thank you.” You clear your throat and pull your hand away, not looking at him. But then you feel his hand on your arm, not on a tight grip but definitely possessive. You can’t help but look at him and his lips look so kissable at this distance. You take a deep breath and his breath hitches. The tension between you is building like a volcano waiting to explode. You didn’t move for a few seconds until his lips crashed into yours. Both your tongue and lips melded into each other so easily. You admit this wasn’t your first kiss but you wished it was. You wished it was him you shared all your firsts with.

“My, uhm, my brother —” Pulling yourself away from him and think sane for a minute. If ever your brother finds out, he would go nuclear on your ass and his.

“He got called at work.” He said and you looked at him, not believing what he said. He runs his tongue on his bottom lip and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in a long time.

“Why did you stay?” I asked, trying to still my beating heart.

“I promised to do the dishes and uhm, I was hoping to see you before I leave.”

You look at him funny and he chuckles. “Your brother is going to kill me for doing this but fuck it.”

He caresses your face and this time his kisses are softer, more passionate. And you hold onto his neck while he carries you to your room. Your room is exceptionally dim and you like it that way.

“You can say no right now and I’ll leave. But if you want this too, say something.” He puts his thumb on your lips and it felt like heat radiated throughout your body for the first time.

“Yes. It’s always been yes with you.”

His smile is from ear to ear and I can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl at his reaction. He kissed your whole body and made you feel like you’re doing this for the first time ever.

“Your brother will be so mad when he finds out.”

“Well, he can kiss my ass.”

He wags a finger at me and kisses your neck and ears, his hands on both of your ass cheeks, while he whispers, “This ass is mine now so he can’t kiss it.”

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[userkhael]

undercover

Summary: You’re partnered with August Walker for an undercover mission as a newly married couple but you hate his guts more than ever. If only that one night stand didn’t happen.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Warning: smut, enemies to lovers trope, p in v sex, a bit of dirty talk? 

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I finally had the time to finish it. I would love every comment, like and reblog of you guys. I appreciate every one of them. Also this is not beta’d so expect some errors. Aside from that, enjoy!

**I edit my own work, this is not beta’d and there will be errors. I do not consent for my work to be reproduced outside of Tumblr without my permission.**

Tucking your gun in the holster, you grab your jacket and make a mental note to pick up some coffee on the way home. Maybe some Thai takeaway too. But when your boss called your name from his cubicle, your head perked up. This can't be good. You've always been a good agent and everything you were told to do. Hell, maybe break a few faces here and there but it comes with the territory.

"Good luck, Agent Y/N. Looks like something serious."

Well, it can really be something more serious when you're meeting the boss face to face than to get a folder as debriefing information.

Your boss's office is what a typical chief's office looks like. Plain and boring. You enter the room, standing and you nod at him when you notice a huge frame leaning on the bookcase, pretending to read something. You caught a glimpse of his eyes looking up and you rolled your eyes at him.

What could Walker be possibly doing here?

"So..." Your boss stacked the papers neatly on top of another and pulled a fresh one from the leather-bound sitting on his left.

You didn't take a seat. Not with the menace lurking in the room. Funny because that's what they call him nowadays and they're not wrong. He's a bit of a troublemaker everywhere he goes.

"You and Agent Walker will be on an undercover mission. We've already set everything up. The house and all you will need. The folders will be sent to you at 0700. You will review it and proceed to your flight at 0900."

"Hold on —" Your boss looks at you, raising his brow like he's waiting for you to explain why you'd just interrupt him.

"Anything you want to say, Agent Y/N?"

August clears his throat and smirks, looking at his well-polished shoes. Goddamn him.

"I wasn't briefed about —"

"I am briefing you now, aren't I?" You fell silent for a few minutes and when you looked back at August, he's shaking his head like he's enjoying this. Even though you shouldn't be speaking out of anger and annoyance, you took the courage to speak. Your boss is the best in this field and he's not that easy to please. So you get why he's giving you daggers from across the room when you questioned him about being with Agent Walker.

"Why him?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand the question." Your boss crosses his arms on his chest and you're prepared for a battle you know you will never win.

"Why not?" August answers and flashes me his fang-filled perfect smile. All the ladies in here must've been kissing the ground he walks on, but you're not one of them. You can smell trouble five miles from him so it's instinct to stay away.

"You shut your fucking mouth!" You couldn't stop saying to his face. You kept staring each other down when a loud bang could be heard in the room when your boss slapped his hand on the desk.

"You two are the best in this field. This is our one chance to infiltrate and sniff out one of the biggest links to one of the drug lords in this country. Your petty fights shouldn't be more important than starting to think about strategies to get this done. Yes?"

You gave August another death stare before answering your boss. Out of all the people that could be paired with you. It had to be him. For every second that you're spending with him will be a waking reminder of how stupid you are waking up in his bed. It was one of the worst decisions you've ever made in your whole life and you're not planning to repeat history. You found out he's terribly obnoxious and a hundred percent an asshole.

Finally, your boss lets you go and you can't help but think about the misery you just subject yourself into. It's not like you can back out. This is a pivotal moment in your career. The more missions you get yourself into, it somehow gets you closer to the promotion you wanted all along.

"Glad to work with you again, Y/N." August's voice traveled like a breeze against your skin. He always has that effect on you. He's somewhat making you feel like everything is quicksand and you're sinking painfully slowly. This is the reason why you had to get him out of your system. You thought having sex with him would stop it but it just made everything worse. It's like whenever he's around you'd like to light him on fire. You hate him so much.

"Do not talk to me." You breathe through your nose and try to think of happy things to relax.

"C'mon, it's been so long since we hung out. You've been avoiding me."

"Yes, I am. I can't stand you." August is way taller than you are and he has that aura on him. He looks dangerous and he feels dangerous but somehow you crave his touch to make you feel safe.

"Just thought I'm doing you a favor." He smirks and looks down on you and you shake your head. He's good at playing head games.

"Whatever." You walk out the building and he's following you.

"Have you read your email? Some information was sent there."

"I'll get to it later on."

"I think you should read it right away."

You turn to him and he seems to be serious so you pull out your phone and check your emails. Since your computer is already shut down for the day.

You open the one that says "Confidential" and you read the first few sentences and when you reach the part where it gives you information about what your roles are, you almost drop your phone.

"What the fuck?"

August chuckled and walked away and you're left with so much hatred in your heart you can kill him in his sleep.

***

The flight wasn't that long but the headache that's brewing in your head is lethal. You and August are pretending to be newlyweds to infiltrate one of the town's main sources of illegal firearms. One of intel mentioned the leader owns a series of apartments and an opening was posted three days ago. And here we are.

This mission is easy as pie if not for the man beside you. He looks casual with his faded jeans and gray sweatshirt. The muscles in his chest and arms are trying so hard to get out of the fabric. August is the kind of man who can flip a man his size upside down without breaking a sweat. He's incredibly competitive, very good in tactical missions and just someone who can easily kill you if he wants to.

Everyone's preparing for landing when a flight stewardess walked by just as August removed his sunglasses. You admit he looks extra sexy with it on.

"Uh, excuse me. Do you happen to have aspirin? My wife has a terrible headache." August pointed at you and you looked up and smiled. The stewardess was giving your "husband" flirty eyes throughout the flight and you bet she's not expecting he's married. There's a pang of jealousy in your chest that shouldn't be there.

"I'll get it." She says in her most seductive voice.

"I appreciate it, thank you." August said before facing you and just caught you rolling your eyes.

"You should be thanking me "wife". I'm taking care of you." He held his knuckles against your cheeks and you felt the electricity coursing your body. This feeling, you should shut it down right now. The heart feeling things should be illegal.

"If you want to fuck every breathing human being while we're here, please, leave me out of it."

August doesn't answer and that's when the stewardess came back and handed you two Aspirins and a bottle of water. August remained silent throughout the off boarding. While you waited for your ride, you thought you'd been harsh and just really experiencing a terrible headache.

August is standing and looking down at his phone, a cup of coffee on the other hand. You walk towards him, not too close but close enough so he can hear you.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just having a terrible headache. Thanks for looking out for me."

August looks at you up and down, puts his phone in his pocket and sips his coffee, without breaking eye contact.

"Just remember this, if I wanted to fuck every breathing human being while we're here, I'd start with you."

You obviously hit a nerve and thought it would all be okay with a simple sorry. But August is just as complicated as the calculus you took up in college.

In exact timing, your cab arrives and August takes care of both of your luggage. Once you're inside the cab, August slides in beside you and he's still quiet. Now, both of you should have the mission in mind and be professional towards one another.

Arriving at the location, you expected something that's dingy but the buildings here are well kept. If we didn't know the real story behind this place, we would never have thought it being owned by a drug lord.

A thin, old man introduced himself as the landlord and gave your keys to the apartment.

"I thought the owner would be here." I say nonchalantly. We were told the owner would personally give us the keys and would give a tour.

"You thought wrong. The owner only ever come in here to pick up his money. So, you won't be able to see him often."

You nod and August signed something that looks like a ledger book. You would expect everything will be modern and logged into a computer but it looks like it's not.

"I heard you're newlyweds." The old man said and August turned around to answer him.

"Yes." He said, more clipped.

"I don't want neighbors complaining about noise of you rutting each other."

You're sure your cheeks are now red and you can't hide it even from August. He looks down at you, with no expression in his eyes. He's currently on work mode.

"Well, then, let's get you settled in."

The old man name Hector, toured you in the apartment, showed where certain things are. Once he's done, he walked out like he never wanted to be there in the first place.

You settled in bed and decided to unpack later on. My headache disappeared so you just lie in bed looking up at the ceiling. You haven't really talked who's sleeping on the bed and who's sleeping on the couch. But you know, you sure aren't sleeping on the damn couch. But thinking about how small the couch is, you suddenly feel guilty.

You step outside and find August setting up his laptop. He's still in work mode so you prepared coffee. The apartment looks decent and with the amount of rent, it should be.

You place the coffee beside him and he didn't even look up but muttered a "thank you" under his breath. He's still mad about the plane. Before you can even walk away, his hand dig into your arm. You immediately look back and see anger in his eyes.

"What is this?" He gestured to the coffee. His laptop is now shut and he's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. He probably could.

"Uh, coffee?" You say and he scoffs.

"For someone who despises me, sure as hell doesn't look that way." He stands up, coffee cup in hand then he spills the dark brown liquid in the sink, without breaking eye contact with you.

"Ha. What a fucking asshole." You say, looking at him as he comes back to his seat.

"Yeah, I know. Many times you've called me that. Oh, and by the way, I'm not sleeping on the couch so better choose your side of the bed now."

You wanted to slap him across his face but you tried calming yourself by drinking the coffee you just made. Both of your phone dinged and it's intel of the owner's schedule. He'll be here in a month. A fucking month of pure torture being in August's presence.

Finishing your coffee, you set it on the sink, rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. August never spoke again and you're sure enough he won't for the rest of the day and you prefer it that way.

You suddenly feel tired so you lie down in the middle of the bed so as to not make space for August. He will be fuming and all you can do is laugh about it. Sleep came to you almost instantly and when you wake up it's already dark.

You stepped out of the room and August is nowhere to be found. Until you heard people laughing from outside, a male and a female. You slide the windows open and you peek, that's when you see August and a woman chatting. Well, not chatting but she's all over him flirting. You feel your cheeks heat and the feeling of anger takes over you.

You stepped out of the balcony and the woman is the first one who sees you. August looks up and smiles back at the woman while pointing at me.

"That's my wife. Y/N."

"Oh, you're already hitched. No worries, if you decide to part ways, I'll be here, waiting." She places her hand on his chest and my jaw dropped at her audacity.

"August, we need groceries, remember?" You say loudly than you should and August looks up at you confused and angry.

You wait for the knob to turn and prepare yourself for a fight. It's always like that with you and him.

"Really, August? Flirting can't be removed from your agenda in the course of this mission?" Your arms are crossed while he's standing in the kitchen, drinking water.

"Don't start with me, Y/N." He held up his index finger thinking you'd follow his every command.

"You just can't keep it in your pants, can you?"

He looks and charges at you with so much anger in his eyes.

"Fyi, that woman you're so angry about is technically the owner's girlfriend. So, I'm doing my job, Y/N. You're the delusional one. You can't admit you're jealous. Right?"

"Fuck no!" My voice's pitch becomes higher when I'm being defensive but I can't openly admit I was jealous because we're nothing more than colleagues. Well, colleagues who fucked each other. Feelings won't do us any good in this job.

"You can't admit that you're angry because you see with another woman. Isn't it?"

He's backing you up and you feel the wall behind you. His eyes are on you and you feel the air leave your body when his face is inches from yours. You can smell his minty aftershave and his manly cologne.

"Yes, I do feel something for you, August because I fucking hate you." You stand your ground and looks up at him. He smirks at you and you can feel his hand going up to your neck, holding you in place. You can't deny the tingles under your belly and how much it arouses you to be manhandled by him.

"I fucking hate you too, Y/N." His lips crash onto yours and your brain did a spasm for a few seconds. You pushed him and you're both panting, looking at each other.

You didn't actually know what you're doing but your hands are on his neck while he's lifting you up, his hands supporting your thighs clinging to his sides.

Your clothes are off your bodies in seconds and never did your lips parted. He throws you on the bed and it squeaked when you moved. He removed his pants until his naked before me.

"This doesn't mean I don't hate you, August Walker." I say, breathlessly.

"Tell me that after I make you come." He pulls both of my feet until my wet center is under his face. He looks down and looks up at me as he slides the fabric to the side. He hums and lay his tongue flat on your sensitive spot, not breaking eye contact. You pull his hair, like he can't be close enough.

"Oh, God, please." You can feel the white hot orgasm hitting you like a freight train. August smirks and plunges two fingers inside you.

"Now, what do you want?" His voice vibrated across your skin, like you're under his spell and his magical trance.

"I want you to fuck me." You say and he obliged. You can already see he's hard as a rock but you're not a slave of him so when his guard is down, you pushed him on the bed and sit on top of him. You smirk at him and he smiles, shaking his head.

"I wonder who comes first." You say, challenging him. You sink yourself on him without warning and he groans with so much pleasure. You gasp feeling his length and girth all at once. He smirks and accepts the challenge, moving his hips, thrusting in and out. But you know better and grind on him.

Both of us challenged each other until we're both sweating and on the edge of euphoria. You feel him stiffen and you're so close to exploding that all you can do is moan and slowly grind on him. He looks at you, sweat dripping from his forehead. He holds your neck with so much possessiveness.

"You win. I'm coming for you." His words sends you over the edge and as his thrusts quicken, your orgasm hit you like waves in the ocean. Your walls are quivering over and over again and then you feel him spill inside you. Your body is still shaking and he's looking at you like he's in awe.

"Come here, loser." He smirks and opens his arms. You lie on his chest while he's still inside you and stayed like that for a moment.

"This is probably the best mission I've done so far." He says and chuckles when you playfully punches his chest.

"Mission or missionary?" You ask and he chuckles.

"10/10 would recommend." He teases as he bites your ear and you feel the need to go all over again.

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[userkhael]

First and foremost, I rarely write these days and couldn’t even focus at one task in my goddamn life (at this point I’m convinced I have ADHD lmao). But I will try my best to write and add more to my masterlist as the time pass. I mostly write about RPF but will post Henry characters now and then. Any feedback or comments, even reblogs, I greatly appreciate ♥

smut -  🔥 fluff - 💖

ADORE  💖

You cried over a book and Henry consoles you.

LATE NIGHT RUN  💖

Your late night grocery run turns into something a lot more interesting.

JUST IN TIME  💖

You met your boyfriend at the grocery store of all places and everything is going good but it’s been months and you haven’t slept with him yet.

GAME NIGHT  💖 🔥

You’re ready to hang out with friends but are you ready to see your ex?

JUST BEING NEIGHBORLY  🔥

You’re eye fucking the neighbor and he catches you red-handed.

UNEXPECTED  💖

You and Henry are new parents. But when his family walked in through the door with millions of questions, you feel out of place and overwhelmed.

DUNGEON DISTRACTIONS  🔥

Henry has been playing games all day but one thing seemed to distract him.

RUN BABY RUN  💖

Henry’s doing the Durrell Challenge again and someone wants to be an audience!

THEN THERE WAS THREE  💖

Coming home from weeks at work with a surprise seem to shake Henry to the core.

UNSTEADY  💖

Henry is angry about something but you have no idea what it is.

RAINBOW  💖

Henry and you always wanted to have kids right away but it’s been two years into the marriage and no babies. Until…

LAZY MORNING  🔥

It’s 5 am and you’re horny but your big bear of a man is still asleep, so you take the matter in your own hands.

BEACH BUM  🔥

Makeup sex is a thing for you and your husband.

PRANK ME NOT  💖

You’re pranking your husband coaxing his reaction when you tell him why your boobs are apparently small.

CARDIO  💖 🔥

For Henry and you, cardio doesn’t mean running and you like that. VERY MUCH.

KISMET  💖

Your date stood you up but a stranger is to the rescue

CLING  💖

Henry getting into a fight before your wedding day but he makes up for it

UNDERCOVER   💖 🔥

You’re partnered with August Walker for an undercover mission as a newly married couple but you hate his guts more than ever. If only that one night stand didn’t happen.

IN MY BLOOD  💖

August didn’t want to have children until 9 months later your baby boy is born.

SOFTLY, SLOWLY  💖 🔥

You and your husband is having problems in the bedroom and you consult a doctor about it. Will there be a cure?

HOOKED  🔥

Teasing August usually results in delayed gratification but you still do it anyways.

NO TURNING BACK  🔥

August, your arch nemesis is injured, asking you for help because he has nowhere else to go.

SOMETHING MORE  💖

Yen, Geralt and Ciri finds refuge in Kaer Morhen and heal. Will it ever be the same again between Yen and Grealt?

FOUND  💖

You and Geralt are bound to each other. A prophecy fulfilled but as great love stories go, nothing is ever simple.

BETROTHED  💖 🔥

The First Duke of Suffolk is a rake through and through so when he was betrothed to you, you felt anger. But when his lips are on yours, somehow that rage goes away.

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[userkhael]

found

Summary: You and Geralt are bound to each other. A prophecy fulfilled but as great love stories go, nothing is ever simple.

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood and murder, first time, virgin depiction

Word Count: 2300+

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A/N: This is my first Geralt fanfiction and somehow was inspired to make one when I heard the song "Found" by Jason Banks which is the ultimate inspiration of the title. Let me know if you listen to it.

This is not beta'd and I edit my own work so there will be errors ☺️ Thank you in advance for your likes, comments and reblogs.

[This story doesn't follow the Witcher timeline or any of its characters.]

**I do not give permission to repost parts of my work without my consent**

**I own the GIF used for this story**

The moonlight shone on his face and revealed the scars not seen even in daylight. You wanted to reach out to touch his face but you decide against it. Geralt has been on the edge ever since you left Blaviken, killing some of its men. It was because of you. He was protecting you. You, a nobody, is being protected by Geralt, the famous white wolf.

You always felt powerless without him, like the world shifts and you are just floating in midair waiting for the wind to take you. But then he found you ages ago, and you felt deep in your gut that you should be with him. After months and months of travel to his missions, or when someone randomly tosses a coin for his aid, you're there waiting for him. But he never lay his eyes on you. Not one, not ever. 

So you wanted to somehow catch his attention, not until you heard another women's name on his lips while he's asleep.

"Renfri..." he utters, his voice deep and rumbling like the storm nearby. He flutter his eyes just as your heartbreak sinks in. He knew you wanted him for so long but he didn't say he's bewitched by someone else. So out of self pity, you should get out before it's too late.

The anger and pain stirred in your heart and decided you will wait no longer. Not for someone who never sees your worth. This must be the reason why he is so distant towards you. But the truth will hurt less than not saying.

"Y/N..." He calls out your name, his deep voice now soft. You have shared a few kisses yet he's not wanting to bring it any further but now, you know better.

You align the blanket as far away as possible from where he's lying down. And you quietly cry, every tear drop witnessed by the moon, looking at you and must think you have been a fool all along.

Geralt never bothered you again and finally, you were able to shut your eyes and fall asleep.

You wake up just as the sunlight breaks into the sky. You look back and Geralt is still asleep not far away from you. You gather your belongings and carry them on your back. You saw a village not far away, maybe you can settle down, find work and live a normal life. Away from magic.

It's mere magic Geralt and you meet. An old woman you met along the road mentions something about a bond. Confused, you didn't probe further. Some nonsense old wives tale to scare villages.

You stand up, looking back at the sleeping wolf, some his white hair falling smoothly in front of his face. You swallow the lump in your throat and walked away.

A few miles away, you can hear him scream your name but you hide. You hide not because you don't want to be found but you hide because you don't want to get hurt. Again.

Once you felt you're in the clear, you walked again. Not looking back this time and finally arriving at the village. Now it's time to find a place to sleep and some food in your stomach.

-

You managed to get a room for tonight with bread and ale to fill your stomach. You look at the few coins in your pocket. Not enough to stay in this village for too long and too far away to go back to where you came from.

You ate and tucked your self to sleep, dismissing all thoughts of him. He's possibly somewhere his aid is needed. Not wandering to look for you. You're not that important and that stings a little bit but you know you'll get used to it.

You close your eyes and fell into a deep sleep. And you dreamt about two people being united in marriage with kids running around, white hair and rosy cheeks. The view is too far, so you can't see the faces of the two people out front. But as you inches forward, you are certain the other one is Geralt, his hand clasped above a woman's as they say their words of union, a cloth binding their hands.

"By fate or magic, we unite thee, two souls floating freely now bound to each other..."

You walked towards so you can see the woman's face, still blurry while Geralt smiles at her with so much affection.

You actually thought for one second that you would see your face. You chuckle, even your dreams are betraying you. Just as you're walking out, feeling confused and oddly haunted, this was supposed to be a dream but it feels like something else.

The children ran up to the woman but you're too far away, but as they kissed her cheeks you caught sight of her hair. It's long, wavy and brown. Her eyes are the same color, warmth she possesses as she tends to her children. She then stepped towards Geralt and kissed him on the lips.

Your body shot up from bed, gasping for air, your dream becoming more of a nightmare. And the impossibility is too much. Witchers cannot procreate. It's been like that for thousands of years. So what your mind just spun is a lot of nonsense.

You reach for the jug of water but it's empty. You didn't remember anything other than sleeping so it couldn't possibly be empty. The pub downstairs is closed and no help around to get it for me. I pull up my night dress and tiptoed downstairs. Slowly but surely so no one can hear me. Another jug of water is neatly placed on the table, too out of place but you take it anyway. You're too thirsty to even think.

The cool freshness of liquid soothes your dry throat and as the jug hit the table you hear the thud of boots just as quickly as he said your name.

"Y/N..."

You didn't have time to think so you abandon the jug and run upstairs, not caring if it will wake up anyone. And since magic doesn't work on you, Geralt can't use it. But he's quick and big enough to block your way.

"There's no time to waste. They're catching up on us."

You scoff, pulling yourself from his tight grip, trying your hardest to remove him from your sight. You didn't even have a whole day to yourself before he shows himself.

He looks at your face, scanning your face, for something you don't know.

"You've been having dreams too." He whispers, his voice so low you can feel it in your core.

Finally, you're out of his hold, hugging yourself.

"What dreams?"

"I can see it in your eyes. You've seen them too."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You quivered, remembering every vivid detail from the dream.

"You have, haven't you? Our children, white hair, brown eyes and cheeks as red as yours right now."

"It's impossible..." You say more to yourself than him.

"That's what I thought too. But those dreams are somewhat a look into the future, with a prophecy of a half human and half Witcher powerful enough to wipe enemies. The court, the mages, royalties, everyone is coming after us. We need to keep moving."

You shake your head not believing anything he says. He will say everything just so you'll come with him.

"I don't believe you. How can we have children when you are not capable to reproduce and even if it's possible, you haven't laid your eyes on me in a romantic way. Never made me feel wanted by you. Why should I believe you? You might be one of those who's after me."

Your parents always knew you're different. You were always laughed at because of it. A human that can wield powerful magic that mages need to learn for years. You're born with it, an abomination, as they say.

Of all people, Geralt was aware of this, having been in your village for catching the monster who's eating all the village's livestock. He was aware of you. He couldn't possibly been blind about this. Now his intentions are not clear.

You try to run to the room but you feel the wind blew past both of you, gravity pulling you back where Geralt is standing. And that's when you hear people coming, the all too familiar voices of mages that tortured your parents. You close your eyes and see them closing in on the pub. You haven't used your power in years, how could they possibly know?

You look back at Geralt, deciding if you should trust him or not.

Without wasting any time, you held his hand and drag him to the room you're staying in, cast a concealment spell on the door and hesitated.

"They would know I used magic." You pace back and forth as Geralt stood there, all brooding.

"Any ideas?" You face him and yet no reaction, just staring at you.

When you hear the owner letting the mages in, you're out of options and just want to create a portal to somewhere far, far away from here but that also means the mages will follow the trail of your magic. They can't know you're still alive.

You look at Geralt one more time and came up with a bright idea. At least a few seconds pretend won't hurt anyone.

You strip your clothes and walked to Geralt, his face flush as he looks down at your body. You remove his armor one by one.

"Y/N..." he grunts, not agreeing to this at all.

"Look, I know your heart is taken by someone else and you don't want anything to do with me but we need to do this, to stay alive. You can lie down and at least pretend you like it."

When you hear the first knock on the doors outside, you strip every clothing Geralt has and pushed him on the bed and putting on a small cloth just as where you will be sitting on.

"I need you to moan." As you ride him without penetration, you look into his eyes and lift his hand, placing it on top of your breast.

"I don't -"

Then the knock came, they warned they'll come in no matter what. You increase the speed on where you're riding him, your back on the door, impossible for them to see you and would be embarrassed enough to interrupt two people who are making passionate love.

The mage lingered for a while, I felt him scan the scenario but didn't feel anything in particular. He just thought two people rutting against each other. I can read the disappoinment in his mind.

I hope I can also read Geralt's mind as I pretend to make love to him.

Once the door shuts, you stand up, gathered your nightdress and slips it on.

"Do you really think that?" He's still lying down, practically naked without that small cloth you sat on.

Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he's talking about.

"You really think I'm in love with someone else?" He sits up, his white hair sticking to his sweaty skin.

"Aren't you?" You feel the cold breeze past your chest and your nipples hardened.

"Y/N, I don't know how to explain this but ever since you came with me, I haven't laid eyes on any other woman."

"Really? Who's Renfri then?"

"What?"

"You uttered her name in your sleep. Now, I am completely inexperienced in love but when you utter someone's name when you're unconscious, they're pretty important."

Your back is at him, afraid he'll see the hurt on your face.

"Renfri was my sister."

"Was?" You spin around and you see him with his head down.

"She was killed not long before."

"How come you didn't tell me?" I walk towards him, he looks up and I touch his face just as he lay his head against my chest.

"I reek of blood and violence and everything humans should probably stay away from. I couldn't bear to see you be burdened by any of this."

"Geralt..."

"Tell me, Y/N, do you also feel that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach? I feel that when you're around. And when you ran away, all I felt was fear. Fear of not seeing you ever again."

He didn't move, just spoke with his head down and my hands wrapped on it.

"Forgive me..."

You touch his face and his chin, forcing him to look up. His golden eyes showing so much emotions. You cage his face on your hands and gave him soft kisses on the lips. His hands are rough and calloused but his lips, soft like cotton.

You bring his hands in front of you.

"These hands are capable of murder but I trust them completely. I trust them to make me safe. I trust you."

And within a heartbeat, your mouths collided, hands on each other's body like two sailors on a boat in the middle of the sea. Anchored by each other.

He carries you to the middle of the bed, knowing this is your first time, he did everything just to make sure there will be no pain. But when he finally sunk in you, you feel your walls being ripped apart and that's when you feel the trickle of blood from your center dripping down his length.

Geralt slowly and surely thrust inside you. Whispering sweet nothings to distract you from the pain and when his finger flicked your mound, the pain is now mixed with pleasure. Until there was no pain anymore.

Your bodies united, hearts connected, souls intertwined.

Sparks fly behind your eyes as you reach nirvana, holding on to Geralt's strong arms. He carefully removes you from his lap and dipped some cloth in water, wiping the blood that clung to your thighs. It was somewhat so intimate seeing him concentrating. You stop him and he drops the cloth on the side of the table.

You kissed him, more passionate this time, feeling that hot, burning desire in your gut again. 

"Make love to me, Geralt." You whisper, your lips on his.

"Hmm..." he grunts and smiles before sinking into you again. That feeling only him can give you.

The emptiness and pain now just a distant memory as you fall deeper in love with the White Wolf.

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[userkhael]

lazy morning

Summary: It’s 5 am and you’re horny but your big bear of a man is still asleep, so you take the matter in your own hands.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x You

Warning: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, RPF, engaging sex while your partner is asleep (i don’t know what it’s called lol), dirty talk, p in v sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1100+

A/N: Those MuscleTech pictures just sent me to a horny place ngl so here is the result of that. Enjoy! Feedbacks are always appreciated!

You were there when that photoshoot happened. Henry insisted on keeping you by his side knowing you have your period and you're grumpy as hell. He made every effort to make you feel okay that day. From giving you soft touches on the neck, your favorite, forehead bumps and kisses when you need the most. He's the most attentive boyfriend ever and you couldn't wish for more. He's a big man but he also is a big softie when it comes to you.

Maybe it was because of your period and you're feeling shitty that you didn't really notice how handsome and delicious he is until MuscleTech released their promotional photos today. It's the first thing you see when you do your quick social media browse in the early morning. Your bladder just woke you up so damn early. Henry's still passed out beside you, it's already five in the morning, and he should be up doing his morning workout but you also realized it's Sunday. He mostly sleeps in on Sundays, although he still wakes up at around eight to prepare breakfast.

You scroll more on that post and you see him, different exercise poses, with his black and white dri-fit shirts looking hot as hell. Your hormones betrays you and since your period just ended a week ago, everything in you is raging. Your favorite one, so far, is the one where he's doing a push up. That stare is exactly how he looks at you when his dominant side comes out when you're making love.

You lock and put down your phone, pulling the duvet on your body, looking at your sleeping boyfriend thinking about wild things you want to do to him. Henry sleeps with only his boxers on and sometimes completely naked, when he's too tired for clothes. You turn to him, your hands on his curly hair and tugging lightly. He didn't stir. He must be so tired from his full week of projects and activities. You can't blame the man, he works so hard for his craft and that's something he's very proud of.

You kiss his shoulders, gave him feathery touches on his hairy chest, you even kissed him on the lips but you got no reaction whatsoever.

"Henry..." you shake him awake so he can fuck you senseless but he doesn't react. He stirs and reaches for you, tapping the bed sheets and when he's found your body, he squeezed one boob and went back to sleep. You sit up, taking the matter in your hands. You rarely have those of moments of desperation because he's always willing to give you what you want but this time he's passed out dead and you're horny as fuck.

First, you straddle him, your panties wet in the center and you grind on his hard thighs just a little because you just can't help yourself. You rake your nails lightly on his chest, up and down. You look lovingly at his face, his oh so gorgeous face, and kiss him hard on the lips. He groans a little and you think he'll open your eyes with a smile on his face but no, still asleep.

You pull down his boxers and his semi-hard cock springs free. With just a few strokes and circle touches on the tip, he's hard. You push your panties to the side, with how wet you are, his cock slides in easily and that's when he gasped loudly, rubbing sleep from his eyes. You sink yourself onto him, giggling and caging his face in between your arms. He looks at you with sleepy eyes and a huge smile appears on his face, his fang appearing along with his dimple. He is so beautiful.

"Good morning..." you giggle, bending down to kiss him on the lips.

He closed his eyes and sighed and said with a surprised voice, "Morning!"

You laugh and kiss him on the lips again and this time he's doing the same, thrusting slowly, in and out. You moan into his mouth while he grips your hips, keeping you steady.

"That feels so good..." You say softly as he forces your forehead on him and he looks into your eyes intensely.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" He says, panting and you're moaning, feeling his cock deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot.

"I want all of you..." You say, not breaking eye contact and he pounds you, roughly, his balls hitting your ass, creating an eye rolling sensation. You grind on him, making him stop his thrusts. You show him how bad you need him and he just looks at you lovingly, occasionally looking down at where you're joined. His facial reactions sends you over the edge each time.

"You're so hot, baby. Oh, God!" You exclaim as he started thrusting again, lifting your ass just inch so he can pound you relentlessly. Hairs are sticking on his forehead and he's sweating enough to make him look like a GQ model doing an ocean photoshoot.

You pant, feeling your orgasm build up just by looking at his open mouth as he looks at his cock disappearing and coming into view.

"Where do you want me to come?" He asks, he always do, always asking for consent. And that's one of the things that makes my orgasm even more intense. It's his sweet dirty talks to me.

"I want it inside me." You look at him, biting your bottom lip.

"Yeah?" He looks up, his sweat dripping on his temples and his eyes shows too much sex haze.

You nod and your body slumps on him, you kissed him on the lips. He didn't stop thrusting while his lips is on yours and you feel his body stiffens.

"I'm coming..." He announces against your mouth and you bite his lower lip, sending him to euphoria as he spills in you, groaning loudly. He thrusts a few more, burying his seed so deep, his lips still on you. You lick his mouth as you bounce up and down, teasing him.

He smiles at you and kissed you once again, this time with soft and playful. You pull out and you feel his cum dripping on your thighs. He picks up his boxers with his toes and catches it, making you laugh. He wipes it on your thighs, cleaning you. You kissed him on the lips, whispering a thank you.

"C'mon, get up, I'll cook breakfast." You pull him up but you're having a hard time. He's way heavier than you are.

"No need for that." He stands up, cock and balls swinging, as he walks to the dresser.

"Why?" Henry is never not hungry for food, that's one information proven to be fact.

He pulls you in, he's already in some fresh boxers, and kissed the top of your head.

"I already had the best breakfast ever."

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[userkhael]

game night

Summary: You're ready to hang out with friends but are you ready to see your ex?

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Warning: RPF, 18+, SMUT, FLUFF, FEELS, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2300+

Taglist: @kebabgirl67  @liecastillo  @lumiousmoon  @violacavs520 @summersong69 @est1887  @little-brattyangel  @myloveforhenrycavill  @calwitch  @wheretheriversrunintothesea  @pandaxnienke @a-little-counter-esperanto  @cavillsthighs   @margauxmargaux07

A/N: This is a spur of the moment one shot so I hope you enjoy. This is not beta'd so there will be errors. I always appreciate your comments, likes and reblogs. Enjoy reading!

"Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Your best friend's voice soothes you from the other line and you calmed down a bit. It's only game night. Like one night in every month you get to hang out with friends and play silly games together, getting warm by the fire or pillow fights at 3 am. It's the most wonderful thing but you and your boyfriend just broke up and the worse thing is, you share the same group of friends. That only means he'll be there at game night too.

They're very supportive of both of you and wouldn't want to make the friendship go away just because the two of you broke up.

"I'm fine, really. Should I bring food over? I can go grab some on the way."

"It's okay, babes. You know Henry, every game night he brings boatloads of food, so don't worry about that."

You swallow the lump forming in your throat. Hearing your ex's name seem to still have that effect on you. And you did forget he's too much on game night. Always going all out. Three years of being together and you still forget about those little things he does.

Too bad three years wasn't enough.

Preparing for the longest night of your week, you put on your favorite Friends shirt, pink cap and some faded jeans. Grabbing the car keys as you approached the door.

When you arrived at your best friend's house, the music can already be heard from inside. Nothing like good music being shared among friends. As you walk in, you can see all your friends faces light up and you smile as they stand up and hug you. Some kissed you on the cheek. They've obviously missed you since you've already missed too many game nights in a row but tonight it seems like the right time.

You immediately scan the room and no sign of Henry. Yet.

"Oh, he must be stuck in traffic. He's coming from the city."

One of the guys said and immediately the room went silent. Awkward silence. Your best friend offered you a drink and you laid back cozily on the sofa as one of your other friend tells you about her trip to Paris.

You laugh and throw your head back as you drink your wine and enjoy time with your friends.

Then the door clicks with a new guests. Well, guests.

Henry walks in with a girl, just reaching his shoulders, so same height as you are. She's like a walking cotton candy with how sweet that smile is. Henry fully comes in the door and you hadn't noticed Kal El's leash by his hand.

You missed your baby Kal and you haven't visited him for months but you don't react to him, not yet. It will be rude to his Dad's new girlfriend. But Kal must have sensed you and he turns his head around the room, sniffing.

You try hiding behind your cap but it's too late, he runs towards you and does his excited twirl. Jumping up and down your lap until you give him attention. You giggle as he licks your hands, trying to get to your face.

"Oh, buddy, did you miss me?" You give up and remove your cap, letting his slobber cover your face. It's all worth it because he's very adorable.

Kal pants happily and snuggles beside you and you look up, seeing Henry not amused by it.

"Aww, babe, look at Kal being so friendly."

You internally grimaced. Did he not tell this woman you're his ex? As much as you want to get rid of Kal, you've missed him and you've already shared that strong bond. And there's only one way you can get him to go back to Henry.

Your friends gushed over Kal's excitement but it's time for him to go back to Henry or this is going to be awkward than it already is.

"Okay, time to go back, Kal." You try so hard not to say the word but Kal just stares at you, like he's waiting for you to say. You've practiced that too many times and of course, he won't forget about it.

You look up at Henry and you bite your lip. There's absolutely no way Kal will go back to him without you saying the word.

"Buddy, I missed you so much and I promise I'll pick you up sometimes to hang out but it's time to go back to Daddy. Okay?"

Kal gave you one last kiss, turns around and sat by Henry's side. Henry looks at you like he's questioning you and then his girl opens her mouth.

"Why does he call you, Daddy? That's only a dog."

She chuckles and everybody looked at her like she'd grown two heads. You shake your head and grabbed your glass of wine, totally not your place to think if this girl deserves him or not. Obviously you didn't fit the mold too.

As the night went by, as the usual game night goes, it shouldn't end without playing Never Have I Ever. Henry and his girlfriend stepped outside for a bit. Not that you care but anyway. Drinks are being poured and you remind yourself not to say something stupid or drink when you shouldn't.

Henry walks in just before the game starts and our friend noticed something.

"Where's your beau?"

"Had to come home." He points at the door and Kal's ears perked up when he sees me wave my glass. One of the many things we've done alone. Me swirling my wine in my glass and him being mesmerized by it. Kal's by my side and this time I don't tell him to go.

You lay your head on top of his and he further sinks in to your body. Henry sits across and even though you know he looks at you intently, you didn't dare to look up. You just rake your hands to this boy's floof.

"Let's start then. Uhm, never have I ever been arrested."

You laugh as one of your guy friend drinks and proceeds to explain. As many never have I ever went by and too many wines later, the questions are getting too personal.

"Here goes. Never Have I Ever passed out crying after a breakup."

Your best friend looks at you, urging you to drink and you flip her off as you sip the remaining red liquid. She pours another and you want to kill her, right there and then.

"It was a long time ago and at my most vulnerable state so don't fucking judge me."

You didn't dare to look at Henry and see the pity in his eyes. Or if there ever was. Instead, you continued playing the game and wished they wouldn't pester you further.

The more wine you see drink, the more susceptible you are to honesty. I hate it. Especially in front of your hot ex-boyfriend. You must admit, Henry does clean up good and he's also great in bed. Passionate and caring at the same time.

I miss him so bad.

But of course, I wouldn't say that out loud.

You catch glances at him and his profile is absolutely gorgeous. It's one of the things you're very fond about. His face. But his humility and kindness also takes the spot.

"Ugh, this is getting boring. Can we change the game?" One of your guy friend suggested.

"Alright, one last question. Never Have I Ever, still in love with your ex even though it's been months since you last talked to him."

You snorted. And your friends laughed. They knew what hell you have been through after that few weeks after Henry left. It was a consensual thing. The breakup. You find jokes about it funny now. But it doesn't mean it's not true.

You gulp the rest of your drink, not because you're answering the question, but to tease your best friend. Not that your answer matters now anyway.

"That's not even a proper question. Once I'm back, I will whoop your ass, lady." You point a finger at her and she chuckles.

You stand up and walked upstairs to the bathroom. You hate the bathroom downstairs. Kal's head perked up and you told him to stay and you might have winked at Henry just a bit.

To hide your embarrassment, you quickly walked up the steps. The door clicks behind you and you walked to the sink to splash some sense to your face. You probably should just go home and this would just be a terrible headache in the morning.

You're slouched, forehead against the cool marble, thinking about ways to get out when you hear the bathroom door clicks.

It's Henry, with all his perfection and gorgeousness.

"I'm just finishing up." You pat some clean towel on your face and looked at the mirror, one last time.

Henry's still blocking the door and you tried, stepping in front of him to grab the handle. He stops your hand and you look up at him. His eyes are hooded and hurt. Like those times he's sick.

"Is it true?" He says in his deep voice.

You look at him confused and you realized he means the last question. You shake your head and chuckle.

"Does it matter if it's true or not?" You keep jiggling the handle but he's holding it and you can't get out.

He looks at you with intensity. His stare causing your skin to prickle and the hairs on your neck stand up. You need to get out of this room before you can further embarrass yourself.

"It matters to me." He says, taking his hand off the knob but that last word hit you like a cinder block on the chest.

"It matters? To you? Ha!" You pace back and forth, the alcohol working it's way to your already dumb brain.

"You never called me back! You never replied! What am I supposed to do?" His hand gestures comes out when he's stressed about something and clearly he is.

"So, this is my fault? Everything is my fault? You're the one who walked in with that girl on game night. One rule, one fucking rule of game night, William. You don't bring anyone else."

You called him William, which you rarely do. Unless you're arguing. He's silent for a minute and you walked past him, holding the knob, wanting so bad to get out of here.

"Tell me this," he says, his eyes searching for something on my face. "Did you really pass out?"

You shake your head. "As I've mentioned, it doesn't matter anymore."

"It does. You said you were okay. That you're better off without me, that you don't need me anymore."

As you open the door, you look into his eyes, feeling his pain, your pain and the things that could've been.

"Well, I guess, I lied. Good night, Henry."

Before you can even step out, he grabs your body, your head turns up at him and his lips crashed onto yours. And just like muscle memory, your hand went to his shoulders as you kissed him back feverishly.

You missed that mouth very much and your whole body just goes with routine.

"Say you still want me, bub." Your heart warms at his endearment. It's been so long since you've heard it and you didn't know you craved it until now.

You nod looking into his eyes and it's the one thing he needs before he goes completely feral. He sets you down at the vanity while he undresses in front of you. You're still fully clothed, hands propped back to support your weight and when you saw his hard cock for the first time in months, you gasped. Your panties are already wet from wanting.

He walks up to you, some of his curly hair covering his forehead, and rubbed himself on your center. You felt it deep in your core. Sex with Henry is always an adventure. He removes your shirt and kissed your breasts, flicking your nipples.

You moan, throwing your head back. The sight alone can make you orgasm. And then his lips trailed kisses down your stomach, kissing that spot just above your panties. He pulls off your pants in no time and dove right in.

He pulls your panties to the side and he kissed you slowly at first, tasting you. You felt yourself quiver with every move of his tongue. You held onto his hair as he slid two fingers while sucking you.

"I want you inside me now." You plead and he looks up, your arousal glistening on his mouth. He kisses you while rubbing his length to your center. You're high on his touch while you taste yourself on his tongue.

And as he sinks in to you, finding the rhythm you both know, you cling to him.

"Bubba?" He asks, pounding into you, shaking your core.

You moan and reach for his face, urging him to say what he wants.

"Do you want to be Kal's mommy again?" He says, panting.

And you nod, kissing him hard. As both of your orgasm exploded like a thousand galaxies being made, you kissed his shoulders as he slowly pulls out of you. He pulls out a towel and wipes you dry.

He kissed your forehead and helped you off the sink. And you're in front of the mirror, he playfully pressed his hand on your naked stomach.

"Can we have babies in there?"

You gasp, smacking him on the chest, missing his never ending jokes to have children with me.

"This time, I want it. For real."

You hear the sincerity on his voice and you want to. You always wanted too but then you broke up.

"One day at a time, okay?"

He nods and kissed your forehead. You felt relieved. You felt contented.

You felt loved. Again.

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[userkhael]

late night run

Summary: Your late night grocery run turns into something a lot more interesting.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: RPF, bit of smut, FLUFF

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I wonder how would you react if Henry is in the same grocery as you are? Not beta'd. I suffer for my mistakes ☺️

You had the most terrible day. Emphasis on terrible when your car got towed, your boss is being a bitch to you, your laptop just chose to not work out of all days of the fucking week when you have a report to hand over tomorrow. You want to scream your lungs out but that'll do nothing good. Bouts of sweat is forming on your forehead and you must look undeniably red right now with all the rage.

You ran to the pantry hoping to find your comfort food just waiting for you to eat it but no. No, this day just keeps on getting worse.

As pissed as you are, you pick up your keys, climb in and start your car. Hoping this late night grocery run could calm your nerves.

Once you parked your car, you made a beeline to the cereal isle, scouring every box for you find your sweet comfort food. Until one single box comes into view, the last one with your favorite flavor. Strawberry pop tarts.

The grin on your face fades away when you noticed a huge, calloused hand on the same box. You look up and he's also looking at your hand on the same box, his suit doesn't even fit this environment, and by the looks of him, he can buy a cargo of pop tarts if he wants. You don't even know why would he want your last box of pop tarts and why his hand is still on it.

"I touched it first." You said, eyeing him up and down. You don't get intimidated that often and this time is no different but his sharp stare almost made your knees buckle.

He chuckles softly and you can hear the hum of his voice so deep you can hear it rumbling. You didn't let go of your sanity food, not even at Mr. Gorgeous Face and Body right here.

"Miss, just please let me have this." He whines and pouts thinking he could get you with that. You roll your eyes and scoffs.

"You know what, Sir? If your girlfriend or wife is craving pop tarts, you can have your people get it for you. This. Is. Mine." You snatch the box from his hand and luckily he lets you. Your just a few steps away when you hear a voice so cute you'd want to melt.

"Are there any strawberry pop tarts, Uncle Henny?" You can't help but whip your head back and now you see Mr. Gorgeous Face and Body, also known as Henry knelt down in front of a girl. Her hair is braided, tiny freckles adorn her face and she had the cutest gap tooth. Her head hung low while she rubs her teddy bear on her cheeks, already knowing she can't get the box of tarts which is now in your hands.

You feel guilty all of a sudden and you walk to the girl, handing her your sanity food. God help your soul. You should just probably buy vodka.

"Here you go, bunny." You knelt in front of her and whispered, coaxing the little girl to chin up. As soon as she sees the box of pop tarts, her face lights up like a Christmas tree. You can definitely feel the same thing but this time you need to let go and make the girl happy.

You feel Henry's eyes on you and you looked back at him, your brows are raised, not giving him the satisfaction. His lip turned into a smirk and he shakes his head.

"Thank you." She shyly says and tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. Your heart melts right then and there. You rub her head, stood up and turned on your heel. Your anger seem to be simmering down despite not getting what you came here for.

You're almost at the liquor aisle when the girl came rushing and held your hand. You look down and smile at her.

"Can you be my Uncle Henny's date? It's always me he takes out for dates. I want him to date someone else."

You chuckle and you can hear Henry just behind both of you, obviously snooping.

"Your uncle doesn't have a girlfriend? That does seem hard to believe."

You held her hand and she swayed into the rhythm of a nursery rhyme in her head, that's for sure.

"I didn't like her last girlfriend. She never shares pop tarts. Not like you."

You snort and pinch the girls cheeks just because she's being the cutest. You reach for the vodka and clip it in between your armpit. Thinking back to the loads of work you need to do back home, you might as well drown it with alcohol.

You said goodbye to the girl and just gave Henry a tight smile. The last relationship you had was disastrous and you're nowhere near ready to start one. Even with some as handsome and kind as Henry.

You said your thank yous and the cashier smiled and commented about you being drunk tonight. You wink at her and wave at the cute little girl. She's talking to the cashier you just checked out from and in no time, the little girl is screaming your name across the grocery store.

"Goodbye, pretty Y/N!"

You blow her a kiss and something in you just said to look at her Uncle. He's staring at you like he wants to undress you right then and there and all the while he looks ridiculous with his tight suit while leaning on the counter. You shake your head and pop the cap off your vodka and drank straight from it. The sting burns down a path from your throat to your stomach.

You come home to an empty house, boatloads of work and a lot of stress. The bottle of vodka is half empty at this point after an hour passed. You space out and think about that crooked grin you saw on the grocery store. How can a man look fine like that, you don't know. What you know is he fucks like an animal, for sure. Those big arms, thighs and oh my God, that ass? Peachy.

You're ripped away from your dirty thoughts with a knock on your door. You look at the clock and it's almost midnight. You also lost track of time and surely will have a revenge hangover in the morning. You try to keep your body upright so you can see who's at the door.

You lazily open the door and there he stood, burly and all muscle, a blue cap to hide his face and a black sweatshirt hugging every ridge and curve of his body. You must be dreaming. He can't possibly know where you live but then he removed his cap, his curls now lose and falling freely on top of his forehead, it really was him.

"I wanted to personally thank you."

Your alcohol clouded mind can't think of anything else so you burst out laughing. He looks at you and you snort like a pig. Not a nice trait to show someone but then liquid courage gets in the way.

"It's nothing. Your niece is the sweetest little girl. She deserves all the strawberry pop tarts in the world."

You smile at him and he stared at you, the same undressing stare he gave you at the store.

"You deserve it too. I promise I'll give you boxes of pop tarts but for now, are you okay with just..."

His face inches towards you and the encounter made you stumble but his arms saved you from falling. Your lips are now so close, you can smell the faint smell of cigarette and the obvious smell of expensive cologne.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, his eyes searching your face. You already have no control over your body so you nod. And as you kiss each other with passion and softness combined, your hand goes to cling on his neck, as you feel safely caged in his arms.

The soft slam of the door behind both of you, an indication of your make out bubble being private. Your tongue danced together, like two married flesh that's been waiting for the other. He moans and you run your fingers on his chest. He breaks the kiss to give you feather kisses on the neck. You shivered with anticipation but then he stopped, holding your head in between his huge hands.

"There is no way I'm fucking you intoxicated. But damn, thank God for pop tarts."

His words of promise turned into words of truth when he cuddled you on the sofa, talking about his life, asking you about many things and making you laugh with his corny jokes.

The morning came and your head wants to split in two, but then you realized you're asleep next to Henry. His long lashes flutter while his eyes are closed and you can't help but smile.

Another door bell interrupts your thoughts and you scramble to open the door. There you find a delivery man with one big brown box at his feet. He asked you to sign and went to leave shortly. The box is not that heavy so you were able to put it on the kitchen counter. You open it and you're welcomed with a heavenly box of strawberry pop tarts.

You gasped and looked at where Henry is sleeping.

"You didn't!" There's ton of pop tarts in here and you can't help but squeal. Henry opens his eyes and looks at you, smiling.

"Now that's out of the list." He says, mumbling.

"What's next on your list?" You walk to him, still holding a box of your sanity food. He stares at you with so much intensity, you want to jump and ride him right then and there.

"Next on the list is fucking you proper."

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[userkhael]

adore

Summary: You cried over a book and Henry consoles you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 780+

Warning: RPF, FLUFF FLUFFY FLUFFIER

A/N: No taglist because I am inconsistent AF. This is probably the first time I've posted in a long time so... I've written this last night and feel asleep lmao but mostly this is about me listening to a song and being inspired to write. Everything I've written is in drafts. Anyway, this is not beta'd so there will be errors. Enjoy and every comment, like and reblog is very much appreciated!

Orange bathed skies greeted you when you walked out the door. It's becoming a daily routine to see how your plants are thriving after being cared for by your not-so-green thumb. And honestly, the smell of nature is always a welcoming invite into your senses.

This is just one of those lazy days where you wake up, eat breakfast, work and then suddenly it's night time.

Stack of papers are neatly placed in the table just at the corner. Your little nook when you wanted to change scenery and has been your husband's constant little man cave when he's home. He looks too out of place but it would take him hours and hours in there.

He looks up from what he's reading and smiles at you. That kind of smile that makes you go week in the knees. You must admit you hit the jackpot on this one.

Spotting the book in your hand, he pulls you in for a squeeze and kisses you on the lips. He still smells like his aftershave and your heart grows warmer by the minute.

"You've been busy..." You notice he was reading The Witcher Season 3 script with very bold "confidential" printed in the front page. Even though you've been a huge fan of the series, you knew Henry would never, ever tell you anything. And you respect that. Not that you can't tell anyone but you definitely will, so you better not now any information at all.

It's exactly a week after he's done with the promotion and other side interviews. And him being him, he immediately immersed himself with the next season's script. He was the same when he's reading all the Witcher books. Dedicated can't even cover what he's doing. He's doing his very best, everytime, for any role he has to play.

You eased right in and started reading. You've been sitting for you don't know how long, so it feels good to finally lean back and relax. You lift your feet and place it on his lap. He smiles at you and gently massages your foot while he reads his script.

You might've moaned a bit because his hands feel to good. Well, his hands had done so much more erotic than this but this feels so nice, it feels like a dream.

You continued reading and he continued massaging your feet and of course, reading.

The book you're reading is a tearjerker and you've reached the most sentimental part, and being a sensitive dumbass, you fucking cried. Of course. This is what you get after working hours and hours straight, tired and exhausted, crying over a goddamn book. You throw your head back and let the tears just flow.

"Hey, hey." Henry dropped whatever he's holding and consoled you. You felt stupid because it was just a goddamn book and you can't stop crying.

"Come here..." He whispers and you hesitated but he pats his lap and his arms are open and that's all you ever want.

So you obliged and finally felt safe in his strong arms. Clinging to his body like you've felt the worst heartbreak ever.

"I hate being this vulnerable."

You sat there, in his lap, like a baby, your arms hugging his body and your face nestled safely in the crook of his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and hugged even tighter.

"I love you like this. And don't ever, ever be afraid of showing how you feel. That's what I'm here for. To crush you with these arms."

You smile and you hear his chuckle vibrate across his chest and you playfully put your hand inside his shirt. He's quiet for a moment, just holding you, kissing your head over and over again.

"What was that book all about?" He asked and you closed your eyes.

You sighed and cleared your throat. "The Song of Achilles."

"I feel like you aren't ready to talk about it?"

You shake your head and look up at him, smiling, tears still at bay.

"It's okay, darling. When you're ready."

Both of you just sat there for a long time. Feeling each other's heartbeat, holding each other like there's no tomorrow.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You whisper and looked up at him, his eyes a bit bluer than usual.

"For being you. I wouldn't want you any other way."

He kissed the tip of your nose, your temple and finally pulled you in for another hug.

"Don't change, my love."

His voice boomed in your ear as it's placed against his chest. You smiled and threw the book across the yard. You both chuckle and everything feels okay again.

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[userkhael]

rainbow

Summary: Henry and you always wanted to have kids right away but it's been two years into the marriage and no babies. Until...

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Warning: RPF, FLUFFIEST FLUFF IN FLUFF LAND

Word Count: 1400+

A/N: It's been so long since I wrote a one shot so here it goes. Also this is not beta'd, there will be errors. Thank you in advance to your comments, likes and reblogs ❤️

Two years after getting married, you didn't know how doting your husband can be until he noticed the symptoms first. After some false positives and multiple visits to the fertility clinic, your obstetrician said you're just too stressed and shouldn't pressure yourself getting pregnant. Both Henry and you had busy months, a year even. Sexy times are not as spontaneous but your passion for each other still burned hot. He always talked about having your baby in his arms and how his eyes light up at the thought. 

Oddly enough, he's been tracking your period like clockwork, knowing your fertile days and whatnot. Henry wanted a baby right away but you've always known you wanted to wait. So when your period is late for a week, he can't contain himself. He'd gone out of his way to buy an enormous amount of pregnancy tests.

"What are you gonna do with that many? I only need at least three."

He's frantic, pulling out God-knows-what from the grocery paper bag. I wanted to laugh at him but he seemed so into it, so serious. Grabbing three pregnancy kits, you stuff it under the cabinet under the sink, willing to wait for another week. It's not new you're late. You've been late for more than half of your period and that doesn't always mean pregnant. Working on a new project at work must be taking its toll on you. Hormones, stress and a lot of stuff can contribute to periods being late but no, you wouldn't tell your husband that. He stopped in the middle of his dungeon searching just for these kits.

He looks up at you and nods, urges you to the bathroom to take the test.

"It's too early to tell, Henry. We can do it next week."

He shakes his head and one thing you discovered about your husband is that aside from being a fine specimen of nerd, he's also a bit pushy when he set his mind to it. And now he's demonstrating it but you are not in the mood to say yes to him.

"I told you, I've been  more than a week late before. I wasn't pregnant."

"Well, were you fucked by me before? No, right? So, please, do a test babe." The way his eyes snapped when he realized he said something nasty is just so funny at this point.

You snorted and walked to the bathroom as your big bear of man trails behind.

"Are you really going to be in here watching me pee on a stick?"

He shrugged his shoulders and didn't move from where he's standing. You roll your eyes at him, knowing how pathetic he can be sometimes. Sitting on the bowl while looking up at your husband is not something you always see and his eyes went wide when you actually did not pee on a stick.

"Now, we wait for two minutes." 

He fidgets from where he stands and he looks so adorable, with his muscles bulging and his stubble growing by the hour. He peeks at the stick every two seconds and it took everything in me not to push him outside the door.

"Can you calm down? I know it's nothing." I don't want to get my high hopes and we're like this a few weeks ago, waiting results on a stick and got a false positive. The trauma is not something I would want on anybody else wanting to have babies. You bite your nails and Henry must have noticed how tense you are.

Henry walks to you and he caged my face in his hands, kissing the tip of your nose.

"Are you scared, baby?" You look up to his blues and nod just a little.

"I'm scared it's going to be just like before. I just want to give you what you've been wanting for so long." He pulls you in, your face buried on his stomach while you're sitting on the toilet bowl, your nerves not making you stand up. He rubs your back, up and down, knowing he's the only comfort you have.

"I'll still love you no matter what. Even if there were no babies. Even if it's just us and Kal. I will still be here for you. Okay?"

He looks down at you and tears formed in your eyes. Feeling needed and loved is a wonderful feeling even after at these times where hope is somehow lost.

Your timer beeps and you held to him for a few minutes longer before standing up and checking three kits you used. You gasp, not knowing if you should laugh or cry at the absurdity of the situation.

"Three positives, babe." Henry whispers in your ear.

"We never had three positives before. Can you go get some more?" I can't look away at three pink sticks in front of me saying "Pregnant". We had one positive the last time we did this but never three. Henry scrambles with more tests in his hands and I used all of them. Waiting for the result while we hug and kiss each other is so therapeutic while waiting for another three results.

When all of them came back positive, Henry stepped out and I can hear him grabbing the car keys.

"C'mon, let's go to the doctor."

You stand there, frozen, at the possibility of life growing inside you and by the man you love the most. It took you a few seconds to realize Henry is honking so you dash to get your jacket and joined him in the car.

"Are you ready?" He asks, his breath catches and a smile on his lips. I don't know if he's asking me about now or about the future ahead of us because I wasn't fucking ready. Not one bit.

- 9 months later -

Henry tried so hard to be at ultrasound appointments and baby clothes shopping but he's working on a project that he can't leave for at least a few weeks after you give birth. It's been hard, not having his warmth around. He's so excited to meet our little one. But I kept a secret from him all during the course of this.

You're scheduled to have a C-section today and your mother-in-law was kind enough to drive you to the hospital. Henry called multiple times after you told him you'd finally deliver the baby and was confused at the timeline. He did everything he can to fly home and he said he'd be here in a few hours. Few hours seem to be forever when you're finally wheeled inside the operating room. Henry's brothers and their wives calmed you down and you couldn't thank them enough for the support. Also they kept the secret from Henry and didn't say a word.

When the epidural kicks in, you were groggy and the operating room lights seems a bit distorted. Your doctor speaks to you often, telling you you're doing great. And then finally, you heard little cries boom inside the room. You wished Henry was right here with you, kissing and hugging you. But he'll be here any minute now.

A few hours pass by and you felt like you've slept for eternity. You open your eyes just as two nurses bring in your babies. One wrapped in pink and other one in blue. You and Henry had twins but he had no idea. He had already been away when the babies are big enough to know through ultrasound.

Henry's mother gushes and cries when she sees her grandchildren. His father just held my hand and smiled. I'm in pain, too much pain but I held my baby girl while they cooed over my baby boy. And that's when the door opened once more, disheveled looking Henry rushing to the hospital bed.

"She's here." Teary eyed, he buried his nose on baby girl's head and kissed you on the lips.

"I have to tell you something..." You said in a weak voice but Henry just whipped his back just in time to see his family holding another baby.

His jaw drops and steps back, his mouth still open. He stood there, now his hand over his open mouth, still in shock.

He clears his throat and points at the baby being carried by his Mom. "Baby, is that ours too?"

You nod, trying not to laugh at his reaction but genuinely falling even more in love at how he looks at your children.

"We had twins and I have no clue?" He said once again and now baby boy is in his arms while tears are streaming down his face.

"Come here..." You say and both of you cried, foreheads bumping into each other, waiting for this precious moment for so long.

You kissed with tears in your eyes and heart full of love. They say forever takes a lifetime but you know, forever meant this moment.

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[userkhael]

Summary: You’re doing just fine being a single mom until your son fell in love with a lost dog.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warning: RPF

Word Count: 2400+

A/N: Here I am again with one shots I intend to be a series and not keeping up with it. I literally just wrote this a few hours ago after contemplating on the GIF I made of Henry about Kal disappearing. I blame that GIF for this lmao. But I hope you enjoy and let me know if it deserves a part two. Your like, comments and reblogs are appreciated. Divider is made by me! :)

Update: I decided for this to be with an OFC bec it would make so much sense if I’m going to add parts to it. I hope you like it xx

**I edit my own work, this is not beta'd and there will be errors. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted outside of Tumblr without my consent.**

It's been more than 6 years since I've had a decent meal in peace. I'm not even complaining since I already got used to it but somehow you craved quiet even just for five minutes. My handsome and equally adorable son is so close to throwing tantrums because he can't seem to stick the straw in his juice box. The straw's pointy end snapped and he's so frustrated by it. Hunter is a smart boy but he can sometimes be stubborn, not asking help when he needs it the most.

I can't help but roll my eyes at his stubbornness. I ate the remaining pizza on my plate, leaving him with just the French fries side of your meal.

Staring at the people crossing the road, I kept a mental note of whatever dinner Hunter will ask for on the way home. Picking up my phone, I check for any nonsense updates in social media.

Mom's about to babysit Hunter for the night so I can try the dating world again. It's very exhausting but it is more exhausting when your parents hound you nonstop until you say yes.

"Such a beautiful boy. His father must be really handsome." An old sweet lady ruffled my son's curly hair and smiled at me. There's no denying that I do not resemble my son at all. He looked like the exact replica of his Daddy. But some people say his smile and mine are the same.

Wherever we go, I would always get compliments at how handsome he looks. Brown, curly hair, blue eyes and the cutest cleft chin there is. One time, Mom almost told him the truth in between rage of emotions. Henry himself doesn't know about Hunter and it's become a family secret.

But as Hunter grew, so this magical pull Henry has on him. He became a super fan with just one look at the video of it. It gives me a headache most of the time and I've never allowed him in any fan event he'd like to join, or anything that would make him see Henry in person. It's just too much of a risk. He'd cried for days just so he can have his shirt signed by Superman. And by the looks of how he's living his life, he looks content and happy. He's an eligible bachelor in everyone's eyes and I'm not someone to ruin a career and a relationship. He's got a girlfriend who won't be too happy about both of us popping back up in his life. And with how the movie industry take things like this, I would appear a gold digging bitch in everyone's eyes. The media hell will break loose for sure.

It was a mistake. Something someone would do if their sanity is the least of their concern. One drunken night and a broken condom later, my life has completely changed. Then came the pregnancy, which was a nightmare, extending to the date I've given birth. It has been a continuous day to day adjustment but Hunter made it all bearable. His goofy smile makes up for the sleepless nights I've experienced.

It was indeed hard raising him alone. And for someone who's just figuring out their life and didn't have her shit together. Someone who's just cruising through life without an actual purpose. Hunter is my new purpose. My renewed license in life.

I've always wondered how different it would be if Henry was there. Hunter was extremely fussy when he was still an infant. The amount of body water I've spent crying for days and having the urge to storm into Henry's house, a baby in my arms and just be done with it. I also thought of just leave town and never to come back again but my family supported me, backed me up in anything and everything I might need.

But besides being perfect, he literally has no patience in anything. And that includes his juice box.

"Here, let Mommy help." I reach out for the juice box and he hands it to me almost instantly. He sips and continues to watch none other than Superman on his tablet.

Silently gazing out at the unknown, I almost fell off my chair when a dog on a leash came straight to our table. Hunter giggled when the dog playfully licked his feet and was about to feed him his fries.

“Hunter, no. Don’t feed him anything. We don’t know if he’s allergic or not.”

I mean, who can be allergic to potatoes? It’s better to be sure than sorry. The dog doesn’t look like a stray at all. With his well-groomed coat, clean collar and almost brand-new leash, it must’ve strayed from its owners. Keeping Hunter in his seat is hard to do when there’s an animal involved. He loves everything that moves. And you’re still not sure about the dog not being aggressive.

I stood between the panting dog and Hunter and laid out my palm. The dog licked it and his body language suggests he’s a friendly one. 

"Hi, buddy. How did you get here?" I looked at both sides of the establishment, checking if someone’s running and looking for a missing dog but unfortunately, there’s none.

The dog looked up, his eyes somehow begging for something. When I spread out my palm and poured some water on it, he immediately indulged himself. I give him a pat on the head when he’s done.

"Mommy, he looks so cute. Can I play with him?"

The dog looked up at you and at Hunter with puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no. After giving him the go signal, Hunter played with him. The dog is also well-trained to be behaving that good around a kid.

"Can we keep him Mommy?" Hunter said, casually chewing his fries.

"Well, baby, he's got a family out there. He's just lost. We'll wait with him so his family can pick him up, okay?"

Hunter looked sad for a minute but the dog's companion paid off. The fluffy bear is really gentle towards him and would lick his face nonstop. It’s too precious to even pass up so I whipped up my phone and started recording a video of Hunter giving commands and rewarding the dog with a french fry. I can’t help but smile at how adorable and genuine the interaction is.

"I'm going to call you Floof." Hunter said and kissed the dog's head.

"I'm sure that's not his name." I suppressed my laughter and took one last photo before giving Hunter the inevitable news. Sure enough he's going to cry for days once the owner comes back to pick Floof up. 

It's been two hours since you've waited and no one came. The next thing I’ll have to do is to have him checked for a chip since his collar doesn't really tell anything. I’ve searched and the nearest vet clinic is only 15 minutes away. With all the risks that you’re taking here, I hope Floof comes home safely.

Your son is still hugging the ball of fluff when you arrive at the clinic. They checked his weight and temperature and made sure nothing was wrong. Then proceeded to ask questions about what happened. The checking of the chip didn’t take long and was done in five minutes but then the clinic staff mentioned it might take an hour for the owner to arrive since his location is too far away.

"Mommy, can I play with him while we wait?" Hunter pleaded, his eyes on the verge of tears, knowing he would have to leave his new found friend. 

Yes is the only answer he would accept right now. I smile as the dog playfully wrestles with him. Hunter always wanted to get a dog but timing is far from perfect. With the homeschooling and your work at home set up, having a dog feels a bit too heavy on my plate.

For what feels like an eternity, both of you waited with heavy hearts. Moreso with Hunter than I. But the lovable floof made its way into your heart and you can’t deny the fact that you’re sad too. The clinic staff mentioned the owner is only minutes away and will be able to pick up the dog in no time. With the owner's location and assuming they lived far away from here, the chance of Hunter seeing the dog again is slim to none.

"Hunter, he needs to come home to his family, okay? But you have one last chance to hug him."

And he did, gave him so many kisses too. When a black pickup truck arrived, you knew it was the owner and it was time. I smiled at Hunter, reassuring him everything will be okay as the owner walked straight to the desk, not noticing the dog in the corner.

Still ensuring Hunter about what will happen, I wanted to talk to the owner about what happened but when I look up, the wind is knocked out of me.

This cannot be happening right now. 

I’m sweating profusely and can't deny the fact that I wanted to puke. Right then and there. Out of all the dogs in the world, Henry Cavill is the owner of the dog my son fell in love with.

"Hi, mate! The vet mentioned you kept my buddy safe while I'm away." Henry smiles and even though I’m standing far enough from him, I can still feel how genuine that smile is. He must have been really scared about his dog being lost.

Henry looked really good when he was younger but there’s just something about him that reels you in. His simple white shirt and jeans combination is too much to handle. He's wearing sunglasses that made him look like a model straight out of a magazine. I noticed a signet ring in the same hand he’s holding his cellphone. So much has changed yet it's still the same.

Henry stooped down at Hunter’s level when he realized he’s actually speaking to his favorite superhero, Superman. Hunter smiled at you, beaming with that same energy Henry’s smile has. 

“Mommy, he’s Superman! He’s Superman!” Hunter couldn’t stop himself and clung to Henry’s neck, hugging him hard and he did the same.

Just by looking at them, there’s some serious memory whiplash. I swear the nights Henry and I spent just flashed back in front of my eyes. That night was kind of a blur but your curse if remembering every second of it.

"Yes! I named him Floof." Hunter squealed, answering Henry’s question, his gap tooth showing. "Mommy said he needs to go home to his family. Are you his family?"

Henry nodded and looked up at me. His eyes are always a dead giveaway and I immediately knew he recognized me and I wished he didn’t. It will be extremely hard to sleep tonight.

"Did she, now? Well, his name is Kal and looks like you're already best friends. Can you keep Kal company for a few more minutes? I need to talk to your Mom."

Hunter nods and even when everyone’s all smiles, anxiety is crippling me from the inside. I wished I hadn’t felt this way but things took an unbelievable turn and I just hope he’ll thank me for keeping Kal safe and nothing more.

"Riley, wow! It's been what? Five years?" Henry smiles with his eyes and that’s one of the things you love about him. His boisterous laughter are not match with how his eyes light up when he sees something he likes.

My hands are getting clammy and it’ll be too rude offering wet hands to him, so instead I just smile and nod.

"Six years, to be exact." It’s hard to keep my hands to myself at this point.

“Really? Six years have passed and I didn’t even hear a single word from you.”

Well, you’re the one who left. My mouth wanted to say but my brain can never process. Talking about each other’s past is just too awkward for you but definitely not for him.

"It’s been forever since I saw you and the first time since forever that I bumped into you, you have a son? That’s really great. You’re raising him so well to be an animal lover.”

I smile and contemplate his words. And I wanted to tell him all his traits, Hunter inherited. Even the small mannerisms with his face when he’s listening to someone or something. I wanted to tell him the truth but at the same time, I wanted him to know nothing at all. So far, he hasn’t noticed anything suspicious even though he’s looking at his minime.

"It was really nice seeing you. Maybe we can hangout for a bit, so your son and my dog can hangout too." He smiles at both you and Hunter. Smiling back, I can’t even look him straight in the eye.

"Okay, Hunter, time to say goodbye." I stood up beside him and ruffled Kal's hair. Hunter hugged Kal tightly and Kal seemed to do the same and gave him extra sloppy kisses.

Everything seems to be going well when Hunter’s super observation skills surfaced.

"Kal's eyes are brown. They're not like mine."

Of course, Henry being the sweet human that he is, stopped and indulged the boy.

"Why is it?"

"Well, mine's blue. But I guess we're the same in one tiny part."

"Really?"

"My eyes are blue but my left eye has some streaks of brown in it. Just like Kal's brown eyes. Mommy said I got it from my Dad. Did Kal get it from his Daddy too?"

Oh my God. Having a smart son has his disadvantages sometimes. I mean it’s totally fine. There are a lot of men with blue eyes, the other eye with streaks of brown in them. The only problem is you’ve had sex with only one.

I just want the ground to eat you whole and spit you out in the middle of the Caribbean ocean. I can’t even look him in the eye. I can’t do this right now. I kept my head bowed down with the sole intent of shutting Hunter’s mouth before he could say anything way worse.

"Where's your Daddy now?" Henry’s curious voice wrapped you like warm silk. Wrapping you until you’re gasping for air.

"Mommy said he's not around. I really haven't seen him." Hunter fidgets with his fingers.

I nervously chuckled at Hunter’s words and decided to take the matter in my own hands. I gently coaxed and bribed him with more of his favorite food when he got home.

"Alright, honey, let's get going. Gramma will pick you up in a few."

Hunter waved incessantly at Kal and Henry while you both walked to the car. Henry somehow kept up and after fastening Hunter's car seat, Henry’s head against the half-up car window.

"Riles, we need to talk."

Hearing him call me that same pet name brought back a lot of emotional baggage I’ve been trying to get rid all this time. The tinge of desperation in his voice makes it even worse. Without saying anything, I gave him one last nod and left without answering. Keeping the tears at bay, you kept your eyes on the road or else you’ll fall apart.

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[userkhael]

Hi! I don't know if your requests are open, if not I'm sorry I've sent you an ask requesting something. Anyways, I hope you are doing well ☺️ I was wondering how Henry would protect his wife when family came to visit unexpected and made all types pf intrusive questions about kids, their jobs, their future, etc... Leaving her a little too overwhelmed. Thank you ❤️

Thank you for this wonderful message nonnie. I am doing great, btw! Also although I don't say my requests are open, I will do my best to fulfill one :) So this one's for you! I hope you like it.

Summary: You and Henry are new parents. But when his family walked in through the door with millions of questions, you feel out of place and overwhelmed.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 980+

Warning: None. RPF and JUST FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

The light drizzle of rain somehow made the porch wet, water slowly dripping outside the glass door. It's a quiet afternoon and Henry just put down the baby after fussing for a good thirty minutes. You just came out of the bathroom, pumping another bottle. You feel so tired but it's been fulfilling just seeing your husband fall into easy routine with the newborn.

You never thought this day would come. He's always focused on his career and didn't really brought up the topic of having kids. Until the unexpected came. And he's more attentive than he ever was.

It's only been two weeks and your friends keep telling you it will get better and you hope it will.

You lie back on the couch and close your eyes knowing you won't get enough shut eye later on. You hear the click of the door being closed and you open one eye. Henry tiptoes from the nursery to the couch. You smile at how gentle he's been with you and the baby.

"I think I might have bored her with stories of mermaids and Pinocchio." He whispers even though you're sure enough the baby won't hear anything. He's been too extra and set up the room to be soundproof.

You hummed, not opening your eyes and you feel him picking up your feet, slowly massaging them.

"Are you feeling okay?" He kisses your feet, recently something he really loves to do.

You nod, holding out your arms to him. These are the rare times you ever have time with him. He'll be back in filming after one month and you can't imagine how would it be without his support.

He cuddles you and kisses the top of your head and you felt so small in his arms.

"I still cannot believe we have our own little bundle of joy."

"Afraid she won't be so little for a long time." You trace circles on his chest and feel his heart beat against your fingers.

He hugged you tighter and you suddenly felt sleepy. But as you slowly drift to sleep, the doorbell rings.

"Did you order something?" He looks down at you.

You shake your head and he stands up, walking to the door. When he opens it, his siblings and his parents walked in. It's not that you don't want them here but his family can be a little overwhelming.

Henry gives you a look that says he's sorry but you say that it's okay. With pregnancy clothes and barely neat hairstyle, you offered them drinks and did a quick touch up in the bathroom. Henry kept them entertained enough while you get them some orange juice.

"Where's the baby?" His mother asked, happiness glinting in her eye. This might not be her first grandchild but she's waited long enough for Henry to have a child.

"She's down for a nap." You say and she nods, telling you stories of baby Henry and how he would behave. You always loved talking to his mother and it ends up being a laugh fest.

"Filming will start next month, right?" My sister-in-law said and I just nod, looking at Henry for support.

"Oh, yeah, I completely forgot. Won't you be needing a nanny for the baby? You'll be alone here most of the time." Another sister-in-law asked.

"We really haven't talked about that. I wanted to be hands-on."

Everyone nods and everyone seem to be speaking at the same time and suddenly you feel dizzy.

"I've been going to this awesome yoga place, Y/N. I think you'll love it. I mean, why not start getting your body back right away? I can tell you the deets and we can go sign up as soon as possible."

"Henry's probably will be gone for almost a year since he's doing a lot of projects. Are you sure you can do this on your own?"

"Are you breastfeeding the baby? You should! Oh my God, do not ever use those formulas. They're not really beneficial, in my opinion."

You quickly stand up and walked to the bathroom, wanting to puke your guts out. It's been a week of adjusting and you can say you're not there yet.

Henry walks in and caressed your back, soothing you from whatever it is you're feeling.

"Hi, baby..."

You looked up and you don't know what's gotten into you but you sobbed on his chest, making wet patches on his black shirt.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a bit overwhelmed with... everything."

"They weren't supposed to be here. You don't need to be sorry."

And with that, Henry walks out the living room and even though you wanted to tell them yourself, you can't. It feels like the air from your lungs is being constricted.

"I don't think this was a good idea. I really appreciate you all being here but I need you to go."

You can hear the voices and footsteps until there's none. Henry walks in the bathroom again and you both go your room.

As you lay your head against the pillow, Henry does the same and looks at you. At your bare face and swollen eyes.

"They must think I'm dramatic." Sniffing and wiping your nose with a tissue.

"I don't care. You're the best thing I could have ever asked for."

You chuckle and kiss him on the lips, feeling the familiar soft pillows of his mouth. Running your hands under his shirt, your head sitting comfortably at the crook of his neck, you sighed because this won't be your life once he's out and about.

"I want you and the baby with me. Everywhere."

You look up, hesitated and was about to argue with him when he lifts his index finger, putting it above your lips.

"I won't take no for an answer, woman."

"You're lucky I love you."

"No. We're lucky we have you."

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[userkhael]

then there was three

Summary: Coming home from weeks at work with a surprise seem to shake Henry to the core.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Warning: RPF, FLUFF

Word Count: 1100+

Taglist: @kebabgirl67 @liecastillo  @lumiousmoon  @violacavs520 @summersong69 @est1887  @little-brattyangel  @myloveforhenrycavill  @calwitch  @wheretheriversrunintothesea  @pandaxnienke @a-little-counter-esperanto  @cavillsthighs   @margauxmargaux07

A/N: Videos with Dads finding out their wives are having triplets is so hilarious to me so here's y/n and Henry living it.

** I edit my own work. There will be errors. I don't give permission for my work to be reposted outside Tumblr without my consent **

The morning sickness kicks in like something has dislocated your guts and you just can't help but vomit when smelling garlic. You love garlic. Loved, to be exact. Probably more than you should but a few days after visiting your doctor and after confirming your pregnancy, your pregnancy hormones seems to rage inside you, making you suffer even your baby is only 6 weeks old. The doctor promised more vomiting in the first trimester so there's that.

And despite that, you're still adamant on surprising Henry about this. He's going to be home for a couple of weeks after filming and need to fly again to do another one. He's been booked and busy so your quality time is very rare.

Honestly, you don't know what his reaction would be. Children was never a topic you actually sat down and talked about. He loves his nephews and nieces and he's so adorable with children. Maybe it's because he's too invested in his career now that he thinks he won't find time for family but you know he will. He's the most family oriented people you know and your children is definitely so lucky to have him.

You just hope he doesn't get a heart attack when you hand him the paper.

He texted that he just landed and you feel all giddy inside. You wanted to pick him up from the airport but he knows you're sick and wanted you to stay home. You rub your still flat stomach and imagine what would it be like to be pregnant while Henry's away. He's the stronghold you need at this time and you're a bit scared that he won't be around as much.

You ordered his favorite pizza and some curry he definitely missed while away from home. The takeaway sounds effortless but you just don't want to puke all over what you're cooking. You cannot even stand the smell of garlic.

As the door knob jiggled and Kal scratched the door in frenzy, you know Henry is fumbling with his keys on one hand and holding his bags on the other.

Your husband walked in the door with so much confidence, even his hair looked like it's had a bad day, he still looked smoking hot. He scratches Kal's head, dropped his bags and run-walked towards you. Caging you into a bear hug.

"Oh how I missed you, bub." He says, kissing your head, then your face and then finally your lips.

You clutch the ultrasound in your hand, sliding it in your pocket. Probably it would be good to mention this while eating. I hope he doesn't choke or something.

"How was your day, hmm?" You missed how he asked you about everything you do and how his face lights up when you mention something new.

"How was my day? How was yours? How was the flight? You look so tired." You reach out for him and caressed his face. He leans in to my hand and sighed.

"The flight was long, love. I couldn't wait to get home and yes, I am tired. Is cuddling in your itinerary today? I need that." He smiles and kissed your nose as you nod and look at him lovingly.

"I have a surprise for you." You mention as he's eating his fourth pizza.

His brows shot up while munching on the piece of bacon he plucked from the top of his pizza. You handed him the envelope, complete with your pregnancy test showing a plus sign.

He puts down his pizza and rub off the crumbs from his hands and reached out for the white envelope and peeked at what's inside.

"Y/N..." He gasped when he pulled out all the contents and stumbled upon the pink test. He knew this all too well. We've had pregnancy scares for many times now and he'd have to look at negative ones because of my paranoid ass.

As he unfolds the ultrasound film on his hand, he looks at me, dumbfounded and in awe.

"You are?" He says more like a whisper, like he can't believe it himself.

You nod and tears are brimming in your eyes, your heartbeat faster than it should. You look at Henry once again, gauging his reaction.

"I was scared that you're not going to take this positively." You murmur, now even more scared that you said those words.

He pulls you into his lap and kissed you, burying your head at the crook of his neck, both of you looking at your little bleep. And Henry doesn't realize it until you pointed it out to him.

"Can you read what's on it?" You ask, your hand absentmindedly caressing his chest, hearing his heart beat, your ears against his chest.

"Okay, so here's baby A. Then another one here is baby B and then baby C. Wow, look at them babies."

He doesn't even realize what he just said and it hasn't sink in until I point it out to him.

"There are how many babies?"

"Three. There's A, B and C." He says nonchalantly pointing to the labels. "Wait, what?"

You chuckle and see how his reaction changed from relax to panic.

"Bubba, three babies????" He gestured three using his fingers and you can't help but laugh at the bulge of his eyes.

"We're having triplets???!!" He almost screams but it came out as a growl because he can't decide if he'll laugh or run.

You can't help but laugh so hard at his reaction while still clutching the paper on hand, checking it out, over and over again.

"You should probably sit down, love." You say to him as he paced back and forth at the room and suddenly stands still, shaking his head.

"Three babies..." He whispers under his breath as he walks back to his seat, placing the ultrasound back to the envelope.

"Are you okay?" You ask, because he's now spacing out and you're kind of worried.

"Bubba, what are we going to do with three babies? Three!"

He suddenly stands up again, this time walking to the fridge and grabbing himself a few cans of beer.

"I definitely need more cuddles today, if you don't mind." He says as the hiss of the beer can being opened invaded the room.

"I'm shocked, love, I really am but never think for one second that I won't be here with you all the way. But good God, triplets?!"

You laugh and look at him as he opens another can of beer and looks back at you with so much confusion in his eyes.

"I love you. You're everything to me. But I think I need to lie down."

As your laugh boomed throughout the house, you can't help but be thankful he's your husband and you wish he doesn't faint in the delivery room.

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[userkhael]

hot renovations

Summary: You and Henry bought a new house but nails are not the only ones that needs pounding.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: RPF, SMUT and FLUFF, p in v sex

Word Count: 1400+

Taglist: @kebabgirl67 @liecastillo @lumiousmoon @violacavs520 @summersong69 @est1887 @little-brattyangel @myloveforhenrycavill @cavillsthighs

A/N: I've never written anything with so many things going on in my miserable life LMAO but I have so many plots in mind I can't pick one 🙄😪 Anyways, enjoy and love love love your comments always! 🥰

You know buying a new house is such a big step in your relationship. Even though Henry insisted on buying you the house himself, you didn't want to say yes unless you had a part in it. The money part specifically. You want to feel this house is yours as much as his.

The final deed of sale was signed and everything is good to go. All you need to do is move in. The tiring part of all.

Henry finished packing and his suitcases are already in the car. He must've packed so much thinking the house is too far away from where his main house is. But he said the house we just bought is going to be his forever home.

You're almost done with everything you need to get from your apartment. Now, you're working on your toiletries, stuffing them inside your mini bag. Henry walked in with Kal, he wags his tail when he sees you and you bend down to scratch his chin.

"So happy to see Mommy!" Henry walked towards you, and invaded your personal space, pulled you into a hug, nuzzled your neck. You giggled and pulled on his curly, unruly hair. He nibbles lightly on your skin, making you feel hot all over.

Kal is still looking up at you, his tongue out. You scratch his chin again and he's distracted by something else in the living room.

Henry looks at both of your reflection in the mirror, his arms tightly wrapped against yours, his mouth making your neck his home. You smile at him, knowing this is somehow an additional change in your routine. A new home is not a random decision. It's one of the biggest decision you've ever made in your life. By far, the scariest too.

"How do you feel?" His hot breath on your skin, makes you reach up and caress his head, ruffling his hair even more.

"I'm giddy but I'm nervous. This is like my first ever property that I own." You smile and he's smiling too.

"I still can't believe you never let me buy you that house."

You sighed, feeling the hurt in his voice. "Baby, we talked about this. I know you can buy it. Hell, you can buy many houses like that but money isn't what I'm after. It's the sentimental value. Something I can look back on and say it's mine. Really mine."

He hummed against your skin as you zip your small black bag with your toiletries.

"This is why I fell in love with you in the first place..."

"Oh, I thought it was my "no bullshit" attitude?" You smirk at him and he chuckles.

"I mean, that's at number two." He smiles and pulls you in even more, your chest tight with his embrace. Those hugs are always the best. "But at the top spot is your independence. I love how you treat me as your equal and you never ask money so that's a bonus."

You elbow him and it hit his stomach, making him step back and laugh.

"But don't make me stop buying you lingerie, please." He pleads as if you can't stop him from buying you anything. You're just the right amount of spoiled when he let himself get carried away. But you always tell him you don't need those material things as long as you're with him.

"Okay, I'm all set!" You bounce on your feet, causing Kal to stand up. You tug on his leash and you stepped out in the living room. You take everything in and the memories you made here, you will surely bring with you. Now you're ready to create even more memories in your new home.

The drive to the new house is quite long. Henry insisted he drive all the way when I offered to take the wheel for the remaining hour of the drive. Kal, being a big baby, wanted to sleep on your lap after being stuck in the backseat for too long.

The house came into view and you're simply in awe by it. The flowers creeping up on the side, and the amazing landscape in the garden made you gasp. You remember there was no pool nor a jacuzzi when you first came in to visit. You look at Henry and he looked back with guilty eyes.

"You did not..."

"We can go skinny dipping." His voice went up a tone higher and you can't help but laugh. He's too much sometimes but he is your too much.

Henry unloaded everything from the car, while you and Kal finally opened the door. It feels surreal owning a home and much more with the love of your life. Kal ran inside, discovering every space he can sleep on probably.

Once everything is inside, Henry and you checked each and every room, lingering much longer in your master bedroom. Him whispering some dirty things he'll do to you. You can't deny it affected you so much. The adrenaline and the amount of love you have for him is just too much you can't think straight.

But checking the whole house, and whatever Henry decided to add, is the main priority.

"I think I need to put the paintings up first. The walls are too bare." You comment and Henry just nodded. You chuckle when you look down and see the hard on against his dress pants. You can't say you feel different but there are many things to do and if you indulged yourself, nothing will be done.

Henry placed the paintings, leaning it against the leather couch. He volunteered getting some nails and hammer in the basement. When he came back, hammer and some nails in hand, he looked so goddamn hot. You swallow the lump in your throat and suddenly it's dry.

You successfully nailed a few to hang your paintings from and with each, you'll feel Henry's touch on your thighs. He's doing it on purpose, sending you over the edge. He knows what makes you tick and he knows how to make you melt.

Where you're not able to reach, you ask Henry to do it.

"Just pound the nail into the wall." You say, handing him the hammer.

"I'll pound you against the wall." His look is piercing, needy and full of lust.

Your jaw drops at his bluntness but you can't deny the effect, specifically the pooling in your panties. You're speechless and scrambling the next, nails clinking on the floor as you rushed into each other. Henry's arms wrapped around you, as he backed you against the wall. He kissed you down to your neck, nibbling on your sensitive spot there.

"You smell so..." Henry whispers and looks at you. You raise a brow at him being speechless.

"Delicious!" He says and attacked your neck once again. You tug on his hair and he managed to get you naked first. He worked on his belt, the sound of it sending shivers on your spine, making your mouth water. You reach to stroke him, your fingers caging him, up and down you move. His mouth opens while he's looking with so much yearning.

"I'm going to fuck you rough. Is that okay?" He says against your open mouth and you nod.

He flips you, now facing the wall, he pulls you up again and brought you to the side of the couch. You picked up the pillow but Henry removed it from your hands.

"You can scream all you want, baby. This house is ours."

Ours. One word that sends you into overdrive at the same time he plunged into you. He stretched you so good, you walls are quivering. He started thrusting and you feel all of him. He reached to knead your breasts and flicked your nipple. You throw your head back and he collects your hair in one hand and tugs on it.

You see his mouth open, sweat dripping from his forehead, looking down at his work, and looks back at you with undeniable desire. You feel your walls tightening, clamping on his cock as you feel the pleasure coming in waves. You shake, holding on to the couch and screaming his name over and over.

He grunts and thrusts and comes all over your back, still holding your breasts in his big hands.

"You made such a big mess." You comment, your eyes closed.

Henry chuckles and knowing him, in no time, he's going to ask for more.

"How about we continue making a mess in the shower?"

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[userkhael]

Summary: Makeup sex is a thing for you and your husband.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Warning: 18+, SMUT, RPF, blowjob, choking, a bit of fluff

Word Count: 1100+

Taglist: @kebabgirl67 @liecastillo @lumiousmoon @violacavs520 @summersong69 @est1887 @myloveforhenrycavill

A/N: Another Henry fic because I cannot get enough of him. Also trying a new banner for all my stories! Not beta’d, I edit my own work and there might be errors. Still, enjoy!

The sun strikes your skin at just the right amount, that satisfying amount, at the least. Finally going to the beach after a few weeks of pure work is like a breath of fresh air. Your husband's promise he always fulfilled. You bask in the sun, enjoying it while he dipped in the ocean. Probably will do that later but now, the sun is loving you.

You're on your back, eyes closed, enjoying the sun when a large shadow casted over you. Opening your eyes, you see your husband, his chest hair wet and dripping, and every muscle looked delicious and is waiting to be licked on. His face is in a frown. Your forehead creased, confused at what he's so angry about.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He says, huffing like a bull.

"I'm sunbathing?" I look down at my body, not seeing something wrong when I noticed one nipple is not covered and is just there for the world to see. I don't see anything wrong with it. Other people are even naked on this beach.

"Get dressed, we're leaving." He puts on his cap and wiped his body with his shirt. Henry can be extremely possessive at times and it annoys you.

"No! This is the time we relax and you're ruining it!"

He just looked at you, waiting for you to stand up.

"It's either you get up or I'm going to carry you to the villa. You choose."

You look at the people around you. For sure cameras are already pointed at your gorgeous husband and it will create a commotion if he did the latter part.

"Why do you have to be so annoying?" You huff, putting on your bikini cover and stomped your way to the staircase leading to your rented villa. Henry's left to carry all your things. If he hadn't been so overly possessive, you're still enjoying the gorgeous sun on your skin.

You went straight to the kitchen, fetching yourself a drink. Henry followed behind, dropping everything thing on the couch. You face him and there's just guilt in his eyes now. No more anger.

"I'm sorry, okay? Your nipple being plastered in a gossip website is not something I would like to see." He stood there, defensive.

Your heart softens for him. Always will. It's one of the things you love about your husband. His protectiveness that sometimes goes over and beyond. He's also someone who respects your body more than anything else and doesn't want people shaming you one way or another.

"Babe, everyone's naked on the beach. Have you seen the girl beside us? She has no top."

"I didn't look. Why would I look? I have you. Besides, that's not the point."

You totally get his point but sometimes you give him a hard time for it. You set down your drink and walked towards him. His chest muscles twitch when your hands are finally on them. His lips are pressed into a thin line and then he kissed your forehead.

"I don't care about other naked women on the beach. I only care about you."

"I know..." Whispering and holding his head in between your hands, you kiss his lips. Softly at first then roughly seeking for each other's tongue the next.

"You annoy me and make me horny at the same time..." He said, biting your lower lip. Moaning into his mouth, he grinds his erection on your stomach and you can feel how rigid it is. He peels off your clothing, not like you have much, and it pools at both of your feet.

Kissing his neck down his body, to his stomach and to that sinful V, you pull down his shorts, his cock springs free from the fabric, slightly slapping you on the face.

"Hmm..."

You pump him with your hands and he rolls his head back. Blowing hot breaths on its head, teasing little licks with your tongue. Every time your tongue hits his skin, he groans and his grip on your head tightens.

You put the head in your mouth, circling it with your tongue, very aware at how he looks down at you. So you look up and bat your eyelashes at him while your mouth is full of his cock.

"Baby, keep doing that and I'll cum in your mouth."

"Wouldn't you want that same thing?" You spoke, garbled because your mouth is still on him.

He wasn't able to answer because you took him in all the way, bobbing your head up and down, sucking him from within. Your hand instinctively goes to his balls, kneading and palming that sensitive, sweet spot.

"Your mouth is like heaven!" He exclaims and you smile, continuing your work. You feel him at the back of your throat and you stop yourself from gagging, expanding your throat to adjust to his size.

Both of you are making a big mess in the living room while the door is still open, knowing people can walk by anytime.

You choke on his cock once again and this time he pulls you up, kissing you hard. His hand went straight to your center, finding a wet spot there. Fighting and making up has always a huge turn on between the two of you. He drives you wild.

He wastes no time and flips you on your back, your upper body supported by the leather couch, bending at his mercy. He sinks in you unapologetically and you held on the couch as pain and pleasure coiled in your gut.

"Look at you, taking all of me..."

You moan, you scream against the leather because everything just feels a bit rough and intense. But that same euphoric feeling everytime he pounds into you, makes it all worthwhile.

You arch your back at him as he mercilessly pounds into you. You feel his body hot against yours, as his hands snakes at your front, pinching your nipples. Yelping at the contact, his cock slipped out and he hurried putting it back in.

Slamming against you, the orgasm is building up in your groin, waiting for it to burst. He tilts your head up, forcing you to look up at him.

"I'm almost there, baby..." He announces and that's one thing you find very hot. Him being vocal during sex.

You kissed him on the lips, bending your body even more as he thrusts in and out. You nod as he looked into your eyes and both of you groaned in pleasure as you mutually reached both of your climax. He took a deep breath, blowing hot breaths and sweat dripping on your back, he pulls out.

You wiggle your butt as you feel his cum coming out of you. Always something he loves to see and something you love to deliver.

He walks back at you, shirt in hand and he wipes his mess ever so carefully. You stand up and gave him a full kiss on the mouth.

"Can we have babies yet?"

"Why?" You ask, he's never asked for children before. Although it's one thing you always wanted to do for him.

"I want you barefoot and pregnant while I fuck you."

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[userkhael]

betrothed

Summary: The First Duke of Suffolk is a rake through and through so when he was betrothed to you, you felt anger. But when his lips are on yours, somehow that rage goes away.

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Warning: Period Drama setting, SMUT, arranged marriage, angsty, a bit of enemy to lovers vibe, fingering, irrumatio

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: Please forgive me for mistakes, this is my first Charles Brandon fic. This may veer away from the show. I haven’t watched The Tudors but always comes across Charles Brandon posts or GIFs and Henry is uh ✨ scrumptious ✨ in that character ( I mean every singe character) but this burst of inspiration came to mind while I’m in the middle of writing You, Always so I just had to write it down. Enjoy!

It was a lovely day outside. A cloudless one even. The horses from afar seem to be enjoying the weather like you do. The sun on your skin feels a lot better at days like this. You love the outdoors and you love exploring nature. You can definitely take that walk from where you set up your picnic to your home. Maybe you’ll meet that deer again on your way home.

Your father is due to come back any hour now. He’s out doing business in the capital with people in the same political bracket as him. Being a viscount’s daughter is never easy. It’s tiring and equally a burden. The societal pressure of being a woman is heavy enough, now that became heavier when you reached the ripe age of eighteen. Finally, your parents can marry you off to some stranger in a horse, bearing promises of gold and jewels.

It was intended by them to accept suitors but your father was adamant about it. He mentioned his confederate’s son is definitely worth my time. Although I decided against it, you wanted to please your Papa. He’s done everything he could for you and your siblings. But you can’t help but feel pity on yourself that you need marrying for people to deem you worthy.

You walked the same path home, just in time as your Papa arrived, looking gallant on top of his white horse.

“Y/N, darling. Have you gone through the woods again? Alone?” His green eyes reflected yours and you smiled at him, thankful he’s home safe. Ever since your mother is gone, he became one and equal with his roles of being a father.

“The day is too beautiful not to see, Papa. How was business?”

You talked about boring, political stuff. taking your father’s gloves and helping him off his coat. You hang it on the rack, following him on his study.

“Your betrothed is due to come today. I invited him to dinner. So, go fix yourself.”

“Will you ever tell me who he is, Papa?” Your fear of not liking the man overwhelmed you. The thought of spending the rest of your life with a man you loathe is something you are not prepared for.

“The only thing you should know is he has good intentions, comes from a respectable family, he has no marital attachments and he is a great businessman. He is a stunning young man. He will give you everything you want, darling. Everything.”

You sighed and thought you can never win an argument with your father. So you did what you did best. You focused on one thing that will come out good out of this union. Yourself.

❁❁❁

The help knocked on your dinner, indicating it’s dinner time. You heard your betrothed arrive but you did not dare look at him. You wanted a surprise. Of how astounding he is, as what your Papa had said. If this union might flounder, you are equally to blame if you did not even try.

You chose your emerald green dress and robe as it accentuates your eyes even more. You can’t help but feel a bit nervous about tonight. You’re not quite sure if you can at least be friends with your betrothed. 

As you slowly walked the stairs, you can hear voices in the dining. One is of your Papa and the other, a deep voice you’re sure you heard from somewhere. The butler curtsied and opened the door leading to the dining and you are utterly in shock at what you see. Who you see, even.

He smiles at you like an innocent person and bile rises up to your throat. You remembered every gossip about him. It is quite alright if you haven’t experienced it yourself but the Duke of Suffolk has a reputation. And unfortunately, you are a victim. You can still hear his words, so flowery and so convincing. The next day he’s kissing someone else. You turned away as soon as you can but now, you’re trapped in a room with a rake.

You are marrying a rake. You cannot wrap your head around it. This is not really happening.

“Y/N, meet Charles Brandon, the First Duke of Suffolk. Your Grace, my daughter, Y/N.”

Charles curtsied and you did the same. His hair is looking a bit disheveled and his shirt a bit ruffled. God knows where he’s been. Maybe from a brothel.

“My lady...” he offered a smile and you put on a fake one. Just to please your father. Everything you do is for him.

Charles talked about everything your father wanted to hear. His endeavors, his encounters, his success and his failures. Your Papa loves a man of substance, just like himself. You kept your mouth shut all throughout the conversation and when dinner ended, your Papa said something that made your jaw drop.

“His Grace’s horse felt a bit sick as soon as he arrived. He will stay the night.”

You looked at Charles with so much suspicion. You need to look out for yourself and for all the women in this household. He looked at you so amused, finding this situation very hilarious. But you’re better than smacking him straight on the face.

You kissed your Papa good night and Charles, as much to your surprise, did not pester you. 

Once in the room, you changed into your nightgown, hoping to find peace in your solidarity but a knock on the door startled you. Thinking it can be Gertrude, delivering your milk, you open it. Instead, you find Charles in front of your doorstep, his hairy chest showing.

You’re about to shut the door on his face but his large hand stopped it from closing. He shuts it slowly, making sure no one hears it. He whispers your name as he walks towards you slowly, hunting you, even.

You’re aware that he is your betrothed and you’d have to give him your womanhood but then you still have days to torture him before your actual wedding night.

“How dare you con my father!” You try so hard not to scream. You don’t want anyone in the house to know he’s in your room, or your wedding day may come sooner than usual.

“Sweetling...”

He said, his eyes with a different amusement behind them. 

“You are a rake!”

“I know my reputation precedes me but I wanted to marry you because...”

“Because? Because you can. You want to ruin my life. I could’ve gone for a much better man than you are but here I am stuck with you, aren’t I?”

He did a few strides towards you, his face mere inches from yours. You can still smell whiskey from his breath and his scent. The mix of which is enthralling. You don’t want to feel it but your body’s betraying you. Responding to him in more ways than one. 

He places his hand on top of your silk gown, your nipples are taut under his touch and you bow down your head to hide your red cheeks. You can’t admit to him that you are still under his spell. That one look from him turns you into a puddle of chaos.

“The indubitable reason why I asked to marry you is...”

His index finger is on your lips, trailing it with his roughness. Your breath hitched, cannot hide how you are stirred by him.

“This lips are the most delightful, the plushest my lips has ever touched. And I thought to myself...”

Two fingers dipped in your mouth, playing with your tongue as he looked down at you with so much smolder. You can feel his pulse quickening, right there on his wrist. And surely, you are the same. You did not know what to do but your lips wrapped around his fingers and that caused him to moan and bumped his forehead against yours.

“Why not spend my life kissing these lips when I can?”

You bite your bottom lip and find yourself get carried away into his dazed abyss. You find yourself clinging to his large arms while he carried you to the bed.

“Owning your body can wait until our wedding night but I can’t leave this room without making your feel mine...”

And with that he pushes your legs wide open, he slid your undergarment down and grazed your bud with the same fingers he put in your mouth. You moan against your palm while he looked up at you with hooded eyes. He took two fingers and put it inside his mouth, wet it and slowly sink it in you. You gasp at the sensation of his hand stretching you, you held onto his shoulder and you arch your back, trying to keep your moans in. 

His hand moved while his thumb still softly graze on your clit, intensifying every thrust he’s making with his fingers. You look down and he’s bunching up your dress and kissing the inside of your thighs. You can barely breathe but every surface in your body feels like it’s on fire.

“Charles...”

“Hush now, sweetling. Let me show you a prelude of our marriage days.”

He continued to pump his fingers in you, your body rocked to his rhythm, your center craving that friction. He even grazed his experienced mouth over your mound and he kissed it, kissed it like it’s his treasure.

You feel the hot white bliss coming up your body, you know you’re close. And you know this will be earth shattering compared to the nights you did this by yourself. You prop yourself up, still looking at how he marvelously worship you and use his skillful hands to bring you to delirium.

“You’re tightening around my fingers, Y/N. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nod and he changed positions so he can kiss you. You moan into his mouth as you reached your high, your knee touching the firm bulge on his breeches. You’re about to reach for it but Charles stopped you.

“You need to wait until the wedding night.”

“But...” You looked into his eyes and you found contentment in there. You also feel sated as he helped you get your undergarments up and kissed your thigh one last time. Your future husband does have a heart after all.

“If I let your hands on me tonight, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. You will be sore and begging before our wedding day. So sleep tight, my darling. Tomorrow is another day, isn’t it?”

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run baby run

Summary: Henry's doing the Durrell Challenge again and someone wants to be an audience!

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Warning: RPF, fluff fluff, implied smut, Daddy!Henry

Word Count: 800+

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A/N; Daddy Henry just going through my head all the time. I hope you enjoy this short fluffy one shot. 🥰

**I edit my own work. There will be errors. I do not consent to reproducing my work outside Tumblr without consent**

Today is the day. Even though you haven't done much over the last few days, you need to get up and get ready. Your husband is up and awake, preparing his breakfast and yours. Mostly taking the time while preparing yours since his breakfast is just protein shake and some blueberries. You don't know how he can be full for hours taking only that.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and walk in the kitchen while your almost naked of a man is wearing his apron on, cooking eggs just the way you like them. There's nothing more you can wish but him being sweet everyday and even outdone himself sometimes. At times, you feel you're in a fever dream. Also his never ending love for animals and his hometown just makes your heart swell.

"Good morning, beautiful." He says, his back is on me, sensing me staring at him like an idiot. 

"I can say the same to you." You smile and he turns around with the cutest smile on his face, walking with a plate of omelet and bacon. You look up and smile, smelling the greasy goodness in front of you. He picks up his tumbler and shakes it, drinking from it afterwards.

"I'm not obligating you to accompany me, darling. You need a lot of sleep especially after what happened last night."

Vivid flash backs of Henry's tongue on your body and that sweet, sweet sting of his bite sinking into your skin while he rams you in front of the mirror. Your cheeks were red for sure and you have to get back at him for teasing you all the time.

"I want to go. Charlie and I can watch from afar while you and his Dad sweat your balls off."

He chuckles and kisses your head, walking towards the bedroom. He came out a few minutes after, wearing his black and very short running shorts and a dri-fit camo green shirt.

You smile and keep the comment to yourself. Henry doesn't take it lightly when you say something about his beloved shorts.

"Don't even say anything right now." He notices you almost choking on your coffee and he chuckles, pulling you in to a hug.

"Can we shop for longer shorts in the future?" You look up at him and you feel safe in his arms and he smells so damn good as a bonus.

"Have you seen my calves, babe? Anyways, it's comfy."

You chuckle once again and this time he playfully tickles you. Trying so hard not to laugh so loud, you finish your food and prepare your things.

Henry stood in front of you, his huge frame blocking your view of the stairs. He rubs his nose to yours and gave you smooches. Cute little smacks on the lips and giggling in between. Your both in your own little bubble when you hear the floorboard creaking.

Both of you looked at where the sound came from and Henry sighed, looking at the culprit. Brown curly hair, blue eyes and full red cheeks.

"Daddy. Mommy." Your daughter rubbing sleep from her eyes, her pink onesie crinkled from getting up the bed.

It's been more year since you welcomed your baby girl in the world and it is still hidden information from everybody except for friends and family. Henry stepped towards her and picked her up and she is a spitting image of him. The smile, the hair, the eyes, even that little patch of brown just above his left pupil, she got it.

"Are you still sleepy, peanut? We'll go to Charlie's house so you can play with your cousins, okay?"

Then she made the sound of disagreement and that's a usual indication you'll have to deal with her tantrum the whole day. Henry spoke another word and then she full on cried on his shoulder. Sobbing uncontrollably.

"Can we bring her?" He faced you, your baby girl still leaning on his shoulder, his face full of concern.

"Are you sure? A lot of photographers will be there." Softly caressing your daughter's back as her sobs calmed.

"It's been more than a year. I'd like to walk the streets freely with my family."

"People will write about her, you know that right? And our baby's just having a tantrum, she'll calm down in a bit."

He ignores you and jogs upstairs, your daughter still in his arms and came back down with her pink baby bag. Her favorite stuffed toy bunny is inside and she held it in her arms with teary eyes.

Both of you didn't speak another word until you're at the event. People cheered and gasped as Henry walked towards the registry donning his really short shorts. People are smiling and the energy is palpable. Every year he attends and every year it's still the same energy and passion.

People weren't so skeptic about your daughter until Henry reached the finish line and she shouted "Daddy" so many times just to catch his attention. People were in awe and Henry, even though sweaty and tired, carried your baby girl in his arms while they waved and smiled at the crowd.

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