#henry cavill x other female character

[venussaidso]

Vedic Astrology Observation (based on shows/films part 4)

I'm watching the series Archer and I guessed three main nakshatra archetypes correct! This includes Uttarabhadrapada, which is so potent in the two of the most prominent female characters in the main character's life.

First of all, this series is about espionage. So immediately, I know there are moon nakshatras. The main character, Sterling Archer, embodies lunar qualities: being a secret agent, going undercover, using disguises/aliases, trickery etc. etc.

Another hint that supported my theory of the character being lunar is how the fandom literally compare his character design to Henry Cavill who is a Shravana Moon.

As Henry Cavill is also famous for being in the espionage, spy film The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Another hint is Archer being a huge fanboy for Burt Reynolds who he inspires after or quotes during his epic, spy missions. And Burt Reynolds is a Hasta Moon, Rohini Ascendant.

Burt Reynolds even guest starred in an episode as himself and we see our main character fanboying throughout.

Burt Reynolds is famous for his spy film Operation CIA in which he plays a CIA agent who is undercover as a university professor.

The character Sterling Archer has to be voiced by a moon nakshatra native, right?

Finally, I went out to find the voice actor and calculated his vedic chart. Thank goodness the guy has his birthtime available; and accurate, at that. And I guessed right!!! 😭👇🏼

Just like Henry Cavill, also Shravana, who was a highly voted candidate in the fandom to play the live-action version.

But, in the very beginning of watching this series, the character Sterling immediately struck me as a Sun nakshatra native. His inability to commit to a relationship or anything; having zero devotion to anything.

He improvises everything; not much of a planner which makes him come off more carefree. He is missing this cold, lunar quality to him of being a strategist or even just being highly intelligent. I've always believed that Sun men are quite... bimbos, to say the least. Claire Nakti explored this in her Sun dominant men video more articulately and respectfully; and Archer embodies this energy too.

So, in the beginning episodes of the series, I believed he was mainly Sun dominant before witnessing other aspects of the character expanding.

I also noticed that he is emotionally volatile and loud and extremely comedic, which is not really Solar or Lunar, but Rahuvian. And guess what? The voice actor is an Ardra Moon, which makes a lot of sense.

But, I was right, again, to assume him being a Sun nakshatra. Because the voice actor also has Krittika Sun. Ha!

The reason why his Sun nakshatra was more blatantly obvious in the beginning for me was because of his relationship with his ex girlfriend, Lana!

Lana, whose character design is quite literally inspired by Rihanna's physique.

Rihanna, who I personally believe is an Uttarabhadrapada Ascendant, as her birthtime is rated C (unlikely to be accurate). And even if you don't think she's Uttarabhadrapada, fine, but the character Lana is.

She is the Saturn nakshatra archetype.

She's very kickass, warrior-like and has a masculine edge— which are the type of characters usually played by Saturnians/Uttarabhadrapadas.

I immediately noticed with how she butts heads with Archer. Uttarabhadrapada is a nakshatra in which its women are known for emasculating other male archetypes/even going head to head with men ruled by fiery-hot planets such as the Sun. Their chemistry in the series is the epitome of the Saturn woman x Sun man pairing.

Sun and Saturn are literally mortal enemies.

But people with this planetary rulership tend to be intrigued by each other. It seems to be very similar to having an intense square synastry with someone, in my opinion, which might add sexual/romantic tension more often than not.

Archer's mother is another important female figure in his life who is also Uttarabhadrapada.

She's a hardened woman who is in charge of a spy agency, a masculine job, and she acts or looks very similar to characters such as 1996's Cruella Deville or Miranda Priestly (both also played by Saturn nakshatras; both characters' hair are pale white).

Malory Archer quite literally ruined her son's life since he was born; always emasculating him even in his adult life. She's had a very cold, (Saturn) oppressive nature towards him since he was young. Saturn nakshatras are either known to humiliate its natives, or natives under this nakshatra lord will further humiliate/abuse others into their cold grip.

A trope I've seen often with this nakshatra, which makes sense if you think of them being the literal ice dragon.

I immediately noticed that she is Uttarabhadrapada not just from her masculine, commanding role in the series— but from the outfits she wears in every episode. She's always wearing cold colours, especially powder blue.

Uttarabhadrapada characters almost always have something significant that is coloured blue, which you'll always associate with the character; as Claire Nakti brilliantly pointed out in her Uttarabhadrapada video. And that's how I knew.

And her relationship with Lana, who is also very Uttarabhadrapada coded, is interesting. The same way Sun men tend to respect each other and always find each other from across the room, Saturn women always have a quiet air of respect for each other's strength.

The first time Malory met Lana, she pointed a gun to her head and Lana stubbornly stood her ground. It was like Malory immediately recognized herself in Lana. She was so impressed by her that she hired her to work at her agency as a top spy, just like that.

I was so certain that they were Uttarabhadrapadas and finally had the courage to check their charts AND I WAS RIGHT! Both voice actors are Uttarabhadrapadas!!

Their dynamic features this very Ascendant-Moon synastry — I definitely couldn't have guessed that one. This synastry quite literally demonstrates seeing yourself (Moon) in someone else (the Ascendent person). I've been very into studying synastries lately and it's always interesting how it plays out.

Anyway, now it makes sense why Sterling has a connection with Lana. Even though Lana isn't half as worse as Malory, I've always noticed their similarities. Like Lana, Malory used to be a kickass, spy lady before Sterling was born. They both have very sharp, stern personalities and are frequently annoyed by Sterling's existence. And in Sterling's case, it is true that you'll subconsciously seek out traits in a partner that are similar to your parent's.

Also, Sterling's unhealthy relationship with women & sex (unsuccessfully) fills up the empty hole inside of him that was supposed to be nourished by his mother's love as a child. This makes him fearful of intimacy and closeness, which is common with Sun nakshatra natives.

Malory's neglect is still a running gag in the series — she's emotionally hardened which is a prominent theme for Uttarabhadrapada (especially for the female natives). Being the middle nakshatra in the Pisces segment, it truly is the only Pisces that can struggle with intimacy, vulnerability or melancholic fluff. Which makes sense as Saturn is there. Luckily in Revati, there is more freedom and unrestrained expansion. There is a reason why Venus exalts in 27° of Pisces, where Revati lies. Revati is everything love and philosophical. Uttarabhadrapada isn't always comfortable expressing sentimentality, as they tend to be very self-restraint or outwardly hardened.

Anyway. I'm not done with the characters. I'll make a part 2 once I have the energy.

Ugh I'm sooo good at guessing nakshatras! LMAOO 😭

Especially moon nakshatras. I'm still so intrigued by moon men.

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[peyton-warren]

Roses and Flame

Characters: plus size female reader, Captain Syverson

Pairings: Sy x Reader

Fandoms: Sandcastle, Henry Cavill characters

Word count: 2097

Type: fluffy birthday smut

Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. P in V, Oral (f receiving- this is Sy we are talkinga bout), Daddy Kink, ass appreciation

Summary: Sy has a birthday present waiting for his girl when she returns home. (The present is birthday sex)

Author's Note: @ellethespaceunicorn asked for a horned up Sy for thier birthday fic, and i get bonus points for mentioning thier big booty. Hopefully this fits the brief, hon. If it doesn't, lets blame it on me having covid. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for the beta.

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“Happy birthday, Pretty Girl,” the familiar rumbling voice cuts through the darkness of your shared home as you step through the door, flush from your evening out with friends and the few drinks you’d had.  

As you close the door, you hear the unmistakable sound of a lighter being sparked to life, and you are mesmerized to watch Sy light a single candle, illuminating his face.  Dropping your bag to your feet, you grin as you move towards each other in the darkened room, Sy softly humming the song appropriate for this day, his eyes dancing in the tiny flame.  “Happy birthday to you,” he finishes just above a whisper as he stops in front of you, holding a plate with a single cupcake on it.   

Grinning widely at him for a moment, you close your eyes and make your wish, before blowing out the flame, leaving you in darkness.  You giggle. “Now what, handsome?”

His empty hand expertly finds its way to your waist, settling on your hip, drawing your bodies closer as his other hand moves out from between you. Even in the darkness of the room, you could see his smile as you heard him settle the plate on a shelf behind you.  “Now I get to give the birthday girl her wish,” he smugly answers, narrowing the distance between you even more.  His wickedly playful smile makes you back up until your shoulders and heel come in contact with the built in bookshelves in your living room. Your hands land on his chest, not so much to push him away but just to feel him.  

“And you think you know what my wish was?” you ask, your voice fading as his lips brush yours, stray bits of his beard making your skin sing a tune all its own.  

Sy hums in the affirmative as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.  “I know my girl.  Inside,” suggestiveness dripping from his lips like honey. “Annnd out.” His hands loudly land on your ample backside, grabbing two hands full and holding you fast to him as his lips finally meet yours.    

As your mouths share a fiery kiss, your hands skirt up his chest, over his shoulders.  One hooks on the back of his neck to steady you as you stand on your tiptoes, eager to meet his passionate kiss. Your other hand curls into the muscle around his clavicle, as you press closer to him.   

You feel his fingers on your ass begin to bunch the skirt of your dress up, inch by inch.  But as short and tight as the skirt is that you wore out to dinner with your girlfriends, it isn't  very long before you feel cool air caressing your delicate skin where your thighs met your ass.  Once it is fully bunched at your waist, one of his thick fingers traces the lace string that runs between your cheeks, choosing to pinch and pluck it, snapping it back against your skin, making you jump a little closer to him with a giggle.  

The hand on his shoulder slides over his chest, nails scraping over the soft material of his well worn shirt, making Sy hum into your mouth as his tongue twisted with yours.  Your fingers find their way under the shirt, skimming over his belly, making his skin jump at your touch.  You match his hum as the warmth of his skin fills your digits and you chase the hair on his abs, following down to his waist.  You hook your finger over the button at the top of his jeans, tugging enough to make his hips hiccup towards you.  The man hovering above you growls lowly against your lips, meanicingly as his tongue snakes back into his mouth. “Yup, I guessed what your wish was,” he eagerly admits, hooking his hands under your thighs, and hauling you up his front, rubbing as much of him as he could against as much of you. You hiss at the feel of your hardened nipples rubbing against him through the silky tight material of your dress. 

Turning with a few determined steps, Sy deposits you on the couch, his lips never leaving yours as he settles one knee between your legs, his body hovering over yours.  You hook your hand behind his neck, trying to draw him down on top of you, but he had other thoughts.  Wrapping his beefy hand around your wrist, he pulls your hand from him, holding it over your head as he moves to kiss your neck. His tongue and teeth conducted a concert against your delicate skin, in perfect harmony with his whiskers rubbing against you just this side of too much.  When you tried to move your hand to grab his head, his grip on your wrist firmed, not letting you do anything more than wiggle your fingers. “No, ma’am, stay,” he growls as his other hand deftly unties the straps of your top, pushing the silky material aside to get to his current destination.  With an appreciative hum, Sy dips his head between your breasts, depositing an admiring peck in the valley, while his beard teased and tempted your skin.  When you arch off the couch to try to get more of the sensation, he wraps his other hand around your hip, keeping you flat to the sofa while giving you a warning nip against your breast.   “Uh-hu,” he chides.

“But it's my birthday,” you half whine, a pout forming on your lower lip that he could sense even in the dark.  With a low chuckle, he raises his head and pecks the pout.  “And I am giving you my present, and you will be grateful for it,” he insists as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples sucking hard while swirling his tongue around the peak, making you whimper at the feeling.  

“Yes, Daddy,” you acquiesce.  

Tightening his grip on your wrist he smiles against you.  “Good girl, my Pretty Girl,” he mumbles into your breast, biting gently as he slips the material of your dress lower, followed closely by his mouth.  Skipping over the pooled dress, Sy settles on his belly on the couch, releasing your wrist.  “You keep that there, yes?” he instructs.  

“Yes, Daddy,” you grit, wanting to chase his head with your palm, wanting to feel his half grown out curls in between your fingers but follow his instructions.   You feel the heat of his breath against your mound as he answers you -“My good girl”- a half second before you feel his tongue tease along the scrap of lace between your legs.  Anticipating your movements, Sy hooks his arms over your hips, his forearms pinning you down as his hands reach for your breasts, squeezing them in tandem with the movement of his mouth against you.  Your whines pierce the air as you wither under him, twitching, trying to direct his movements to where you want him, but he is not having it, and doubles down on the pressure to your hips.  With a maneuver that still astounds you, the man uses his teeth and tongue to move your thong to the side allowing him access to your most sensitive flesh, his tongue lapping at the wetness he found there.  “Goddamn, beautiful,” he mutters against you as your taste hits his palette, as if it was the first time.  You feel the lower portion of the couch move, and you know he's rubbing his clothed cock against the cushions, a poor substitute for your flesh but the one he chose for now until he was satisfied that you were sated below him first.  

With an abruptness, Sy sits up yanking your thong from your body, possibly with a snapping noise.  Before you can object, he also hauls his shirt over his head, tossing them both to parts unknown before settling back between your thighs, with a sharp smack against one.  He hums low, following the smack with a gentle bite.  “Could eat you up, darlin,” he mutters into the stinging flesh of your leg.  You smile to yourself as your legs settle over his shoulders, feeling the heat of him pressing to the back of your thighs as his tongue swirled through your pedals, from back to front.  The tip finds your hidden pearl with practiced ease, sweeping over it, teasing it, making your fingers curl into the cushion above your head as your hips arched into him.  

Sy slides  one of his fingers through your slick, dancing at your entrance until your whimpers are at a fever pitch.  With a little extra flare, he slides two fingers into you, curling them just right to stork across the spot that made you see stars.  You whined happily as he began suckling on your clit, the flicks of his tongue matching with his fingers movements, working in perfect concert.  It doesn't take him long at all to make you forget yourself, as your hand brackets his head, nails curling into his hair.  “Yes,  yes, right there,”  you could feel him smirk against you as he doubled his efforts, expertly taking you apart with just his fingers and his tongue.  His assault does not cease until you are a quivering mess below him, melting into the cushions below you.   

Your brain is still fuzzy as you hear him chuckle, and you open your eyes to find him grinning down at you, his clean hand brushing hair back from your face as he looks at you adoringly.  “There she is,” He mutters, looking rather pleased with himself. In your haze you had missed him turning the light on the side table on low. 

“That all I get for my birthday?” you teased, leaning up to kiss him, pulling him in closer, nipping at his bottom lip as feeling trickled back into your body, into your limbs making them less limp and more movable. Tongues flared over each other as you kissed him, sated but not yet done.  

With a smirk you could feel against your lips, Sy stands beside the couch and peels his jeans off, taking his boxers with them, standing beside you as naked as the day he was born, his cock proudly extended, looking angry and weeping.  “Of course not, girl,” he growls.  Grabbing you by the hips, he effortlessly lifts you and flips you over, settling you on your knees.  Drawing your ass into the air, he spears his cock into you before you can even draw a breath.  “Goddamn, pretty girl, this recoil of yours,” he mutters, thrusting into you, making your ass jiggle and wiggle with each movement, his eyes entranced.  You didn’t even hide the giggle and pleased smile that it encouraged from you as you looked over your shoulder, watching him watch your ass.  It was always his favorite part of you, not your boobs, not your pussy.  Caleb Syverson was an ass man, your ass man.   

Catching you watching him, Sy growls loudly and pushes you forward, making you collapse onto the sofa, pressing you down with all of his weight.  As your thighs close, you both hiss at the tight sensation it adds to your coupling.  One arm braces on the back of the sofa, Sy buries his face in your hair on the back of your head, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he continues to attempt to fuck you through the living room furniture.  HIs mouth finds your ear, tugging on an ear lobe as his hips increase their pace at your hum of pleasure.  

“You with me, Pretty Girl?” he asks into your neck.  You could do little but nod as the pleasure spirals from your belly outward.   At the feel of his teeth against the back of your shoulder, you had no choice but to explode around his cock, your body responding hard to him, tightening around him, making him groan louder against your skin.  “Good.  Girl.”  he punctuates each word with a slam of his hips against your ass.  Grabbing the ass cheek towards the outside of the couch, Sy pushes  it aside to look at where you are  joined.  That is Sy’s undoing.  He growls between clenched teeth as he empties himself inside of you, rocking against you, eyes focused on the jello-like movement of your backside as he moves.  

With a sudden smack on your ass, he drapes his weight over you, tucking his arms on either side of you and in a way hugging you tight for a brief moment.  “Happy Birthday, sugar,” he mumbles to you before pecking your cheek. 

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x you #syverson fanfic #syverson #syverson fanfiction #captain sy x reader #captain sy #captain syverson fic #captain syverson x reader #sy x reader #syverson x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #syverson smut #captain syverson smut

[delicate-moon-princess]

Correction

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Summary: Even the best behaved girls act out sometimes and need a little correcting. Good thing Henry is not above punishing his little darling.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ RPF, DD/LG, daddy kink, spanking, timeouts, oral (m receiving), cocksucking as a form of comfort (should this really be a warning? Fuck it), fingering (f receiving), sort of long description of female orgasm (sorry, I got carried away), kinda fluffy smut?- Let me know if I forget anything!

Word count: 5.3k (I seem to have a hard time writing anything short opps 😅)

Any typos are my own

A/N: Thank you for 62 followers! 🥹I love each and everyone of you all so very much. So, this is a little bit kinkier than my other work. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

You had never been this bored before. Time seemed to be moving along at a snail's pace. Lazily pressing play on another episode of your favorite comedy show, you groaned. Usually, you didn’t mind watching the reruns, but the characters were failing to make you giggle like they normally did.

Henry had sat you down in front of the TV hours ago. During breakfast he told you his manager sent him a script for a pretty big project that he could be involved in. He needed some peace and quiet to read through it with no distractions. He took his work very seriously. So, he planted you down in the den with your games, your shows, water, and a healthy snack.

There had been some major pouting from you at the idea of being away from him. He assured you it would be alright, he would be close by. And he swore he would give you a treat after he was done if you were a good girl. 

He let you know that he would be in his office if you absolutely needed him. Then, he made sure to tell you that he loved you before walking into his study that was only a couple doors down the hall. 

You tried to wait like a good girl, occasionally getting up to peek your head in to check on him. Each time he told you he would finish soon. You nodded with a pout before ducking back out.

After the third time you had gotten up to check on him, you started to grow annoyed. You knew his work was important, but right now you wanted attention. So, you were going to demand it.

Standing up from the comfy sectional, you marched straight back to his study. This time you didn’t slowly open the door and poke your head in like you did before. You came striding into the room, your arms swinging as you walked like you were on a mission.

His attentive eyes followed you as you moved to stand in front of him. Those wonderful lips tilted up into a grin. He leaned back on the couch to look at you, his legs spread. 

“What are you doing, darling?” Henry chuckled, eyeing your position. 

Your hands rested on your hips in a sassy demeanor. He looked at your face, smiling wider as you pouted at him.

You grumbled, crossing your arms, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“No, I haven’t been ignoring you, sweetheart.” He told you sternly, his grin dropping at the accusation.

“Yes, you have!” You stomped your foot, his lips twitched again. He was holding back another chuckle at your little tantrum.

“Do not stomp at me. I told you, little one, I need to read this script.” His voice was still firm, despite being amused by your theatrics. He lifted the pages up for you to see. “Now, Daddy will play with you once he’s done.”

“You’ve been saying that for the past two hours.” You grunted in exasperation.

His brows raised, “It’s not an easy read, love. Now go watch your show while Daddy finishes.” 

“I don’t want to.”

A sigh left his mouth, you could tell he was starting to get fed up with your attitude. Still, he tried to reason with you.

“Fine, if you can be quiet, you can sit here with Daddy. I should be done in another half hour or so-“ Your whine cut him off.

“I don’t want to wait! I’ve waited long enough. Can’t you just read it later?” You huffed.

“No, little girl. This role could be very big for Daddy and he needs to finish this. Now, quit that whining. You’re being very bratty right now.” He pointed a finger at you sternly.

“I’m not whining… and I’m not a brat.” You protested, fists clenching. 

Deep down, you knew he was right. You really were being a brat. But you didn’t care. He deserved your attitude. You were only yearning for your Daddy’s affection, growing frustrated when he wouldn’t drop everything to pay attention to you. Did he really expect you not to act out?

“Now you’re back talking Daddy. Are you itching to go to timeout?” He threatened, raising a brow as he dared you to say another word.

“No. No timeout.” You whined, trying to get him to just listen to you.

“I think a timeout is exactly what you need.” He grunted, closing the script and going to stand up.

Your eyes widened. No, he couldn’t just stick you in a timeout to get rid of you. Puffing up your chest, you tried to seem bigger. Your lower lip jutted out further as your frustration grew larger. He wasn’t listening to you and or your feelings. Well, you would make yourself known to him, whether he liked it or not.

He was almost standing when you let a small growl erupt from your throat, “No!”

Henry stopped, looking at you in shock. He lowered himself back down to the sofa, having to sturdy himself by bracing his hand on his knee. That sure got his attention.

“Excuse me, little girl?” His statement was enough to make you shiver instinctively. It was his stern daddy voice.

Despite the jolt of fear that spiked through you, you still wanted to push his buttons. Make him pay for ignoring you. You looked around for a moment for another opportunity to show him how bratty you could actually be. Your eyes fall at the pack of papers still in his lap.

Not thinking, you ripped the script out of his hand. He wasn’t quick enough to stop you before you tossed it across the room. You turned your head to watch it hit the wall, smirking triumphantly. When you looked back at  him, his face had grown even more flabbergasted. You had to bite back a giggle, wishing you had your phone so you could capture his expression on film.

Your smirk slowly disappeared as his face morphed into one of pure fury. His eyes were ablaze, still sitting on the loveseat in his office. Your ears picked up on the sound of his breath increasing in speed, his nostrils flaring as he panted out of his nose. His lips parted, his lower jaw jutting outward slightly.

He resembled a bull about ready to attack a matador. You were the matador in this situation and you just upset the beast. Upset your Daddy. Big time.

A loud squeal filled the room as he suddenly grabbed you, yanking you to lay over his lap. You blinked, dazed from the quick movement. Turning your head, you caught his gaze. The anger in his eyes made you cower immediately, shivering as he growled at you.

“Is this what you want, huh? You want Daddy to discipline you? Oh, I bet you’re so proud of yourself right now.” He snarled as you squirmed.

Shaking your head quickly, you were well aware of what was to come. Whimpering, you reached back to try and cover your bum. He was quick to take both of your arms, pinning them behind your back with one of his hands.

“Enough. You earned this. What gives you the right to toss Daddy’s things across the room?” He chided you, clicking his tongue and shaking his head when you simply whined.

“Then there was the whining, the back talking, the foot stomping, and you growled at Daddy.” He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing. 

“All because Daddy needed to finish his work before he could give you his undivided attention. I even promised you a treat if you behaved well.” He spoke sadly, he had been looking forward to rewarding your good behavior.

You flinched as you remembered. Of course there was no way the idea of a reward was still on the table. You would be lucky if you could even sit after the hiding you were about to receive. Shuddering, you bowed your head and whimpered. Regret filled you.

“This is so unlike you, darling. You’re normally such a good girl.” He murmured in disappointment, softening slowly as your shoulders began to shake when you weeped. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” You sniffled, looking back at him. You shifted when you felt him grab the hem of your sundress.

“I know you are, little one. But that won’t get you out of your spanking. It’s Daddy’s job to correct that attitude of yours so it doesn’t get out of hand.” He told you, grunting when you tried to lift your legs up to cover your bottom. A last ditch effort to impede your punishment.

“Enough, little girl.” He growled, making your legs immediately drop. Quickly, he tucked his leg over both of yours to keep them pinned down. “You asked for this. You wanted Daddy’s attention, you got it.”

Secretly, you knew this was going to happen. Maybe you even craved it. You just missed him so much today, any attention from him would suffice. Even if he was about to give you spankies. 

Henry watched you hiccup and slump submissively in his lap. You understood why he had to punish you, but that didn’t make it any easier. Your heart started to beat even quicker as anxiety rose up inside you.

You looked back at him, seeing an expression of regret filling his features, almost identical to your own. It didn’t look like he was about to enjoy whacking your poor behind. He rubbed your back softly as the last of his anger left him.

“Now, you’re going to get ten swats with my palm. I’m going to make sure that bottom of yours is nice and warm. Then, you’ll do thirty minutes in timeout. Okay, love?” His voice was gentler now, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

He could tell you were already coming out of your deviant mood. After he slowly let go of your hands from behind your back, you raised them to rest obediently on the sofa. You nodded with a sniffle, morphing back into his good little girl. 

The girl that always did what Daddy told her to do. Your eyes shined, your remorse showing clearly now. You really were sorry for being a bad girl.

He smiled after a second, holding your cheek. “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. After I correct your behavior, everything can go back to normal. Okay?”

You smiled weakly a little at his words, nodding quickly again as your tears slipped. You could do this. You could take your punishments like a good girl. If it meant you got to cuddle him afterwards.

He stroked your cheek tenderly for a moment, swiping a tear away with his thumb. Tapping your nose affectionately, his hands resumed tugging up your dress. Letting out a whimper, you buried your face in the couch below you. You yelped when he tugged off your panties unceremoniously.

His large hand rubbed over the flesh on your right bum cheek. He was kind enough to warm up your skin before he was to spank your behind. It would lessen the initial pain.

“You know what to do, darling. Count them.” He reminded you gently, waiting for a nod from you.

He reared his hand back, bringing it down harshly on your flesh. You squealed, jerking a little. Your teeth dug into your lower lip to stop the cry wanting to bubble up. Henry was a gentle, loving Daddy. But he didn’t spare the rod either. He was all about nipping bad behavior in the bud, so his punishments were usually very intense. You would not be forgetting who was the boss anytime again soon.

“One!” You sobbed softly, hiccuping. The urge to cry overwhelmed you already.

If you were this emotional after one whack this was going to be a very bad time.

He smacked the other cheek with the same amount of force, you knew his hand had to be hurting. Maybe even as much as your poor butt which he landed the blow on.

“T-Two!”

Your flesh jiggled when he struck you again, alternating back to your other cheek.

“Ow! Three!”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks by now, leaving wet streaks on your skin. Your face was red and snot dripped from your nose. He spanked you again.

“Four-” You were cut off by another quick whack. “Ah! Five!”

He landed another three quick swats. You tried to keep up with them, though you weren’t sure if you were completely coherent. Henry let your sudden lack of verbal skills slide, your babbled cries would suffice. He paused before he smacked your flesh once more.

“N-Nine…” You blubbered, your skin was red and throbbing. You geared up for the last hit, clenching. It didn’t come, however. He sighed softly from behind you, seeing you start to tense up to lessen the hurt of your final whack.

Gentle fingers lifted your jaw, making you look back at him. He stared at you, letting you see how proud he was of you for taking your thrashing. You melted as you gazed at him, relaxing for a split second. 

The last blow was sent to your unclenched bottom, Henry having spanked the last little bit of defiance out of you. His force was enough to send you sliding forward. He quickly steadied you back in his lap.

“Ten! A-Ah…” You finally began to wail, your shoulders shaking as you let all your emotions bubble up.

Henry quickly tilted you up, guiding you to sit in his lap. A hiss escaped you as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against your raw skin. He soothed you, making you lean into his kisses as he peppered them all over your face.

“You were so good, my love. Daddy’s good girl.” He whispered against your temple as your cries softened.

Rocking you for a little bit, he made sure you were only sniffling when he carefully lifted you to stand in front of him. He stood up, rubbing your arms as he towered over you. Your knees wobbled as you stared up at him with watery eyes, wanting to show how much of a good girl you were by keeping eye contact with him- something you knew he loved.

You were rewarded with a smile from him. He bent down to kiss your warm nose, humming gently as he led you to a nearby corner for your timeout. Normally, you would have squatted on your timeout stool, but it was all the way on the other side of the house. So, standing in the corner would do just fine for now.

“Thirty minutes, darling. Daddy will set a timer. He should be done reading by then, so he will give you all the cuddles you want after your time is up.” He murmured, reaching into his pocket to quickly set a timer on his phone.

You assumed the standard timeout position. Your arms rested at your sides and you lowered your head, pressing it into the corner of the walls. Henry hummed in approval, rubbing your hips.

“Good girl.” His hands wandered closer to your bum. 

Your panties had been lost beside the couch, but your sundress had fallen back down; thankfully covering your red bottom. You squirmed when his palms grazed over your clothed backside, the fabric so thin you could still feel the warmth of his palms against your tender flesh. He lifted the dress again, bunching it up and holding it in front of you.

“Hold up your dress. Daddy wants to see that smart little behind as he finishes reading.” He breathed against your ear, causing you to tremble.

You shakily reached up to grip the bundle of fabric in both your hands. Sniffling, you heard him pull away. He praised you one last time before reaching down to pick up the script that had fallen close by.

He moved back to the loveseat, you heard him sigh and open the pages again. You could feel his eyes burning into your backend occasionally as time lulled on. The cool air in his office grazed against both your heated bottom and sensitive cunt. Slick coated the inside of your thighs, growing cold against your skin as it dried.

No matter how rough Henry’s punishments might be, they never failed to leave you soaked. You really had no control over your body when it came to him.

With only your sniffling and the occasional sound from him, the room was nearly silent. It left you alone with your thoughts. You dwelled on your actions earlier, how despicable they had been.

This is why Henry always said the timeout was always the most crucial part of punishment. It gave you time to reflect, letting the fact that he had no other choice but to spank you sink it. 

You had been a very bad girl. How could he ever forgive you? Your shoulders dropped, tears threatening to bubble up again. What if he was lying before, and you weren’t really forgiven?

“Stand up straight, sweetheart. Only five more minutes.” He coached you, audibly turning a page.

The sound of his voice relaxed you, reminding you that he still cared. His tone told you that you were really forgiven. He never gave you a reason to doubt his words before.

Squaring back up, you vowed to take the rest of your discipline like a good girl. You sniffled, trying to stop your crying. Good girls don’t cry over the consequences of their bad decisions.

When the timer finally went off, you jumped at the jarring sound. The scare made your eyes tear again, all your emotions crumbling. You started hiccuping and shivering, the weight of what happened finally crushing down fully. 

Your punishment was over. It was horrendous, but you made it. Everything can go back to normal again, right? You were too scared to turn around and face him, fearing you might not be able to stop from crying.

“Sweet girl, turn around.” He said softly, loud enough for you to hear from the corner. He must have finished reading because you heard him close the script.

Slowly, you obeyed. Your eyes met his as you turned. Immediately, you broke out sobbing. The sight of your Daddy looking at you with nothing but love and affection was enough to break you. You didn’t deserve his forgiveness, but you were ever grateful for it. Both your hands come up to rub your watery eyes, your dress falling back down.

“Oh, darling…” His face dropped when he saw you start to cry, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”

You dropped to your knees, immediately starting to crawl towards him. Your legs couldn't be trusted to carry yourself to him. He had to know how grateful you were for him, you had to make it up to him.

He opened his legs for you to kneel between, watching you as you immediately  nuzzled his thigh. You huffed on his scent, sniffling messily. Whining when he lifted your head, you peeked open your eyes.

His fingers gently stroked your cheek which was wet with tears. He reached for a tissue from the table beside him, wiping your nose after dabbing the moisture from your eyes. This comforted you, closing your eyes with a sigh as he cared for you.

“My good girl. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He eased your cheek back down to his thigh, sighing as you continued to breathe in his scent.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your head resting on his leg as your crying slowed down. He played with your hair, whispering soft shushes to you. You calmed a little, closing your eyes as he spoke.

“Daddy’s sorry for not spending time with you today, little one. He let himself get too busy to be with his little girl.” He apologized for his part in all of this, bending down to kiss your head. 

“That doesn’t excuse your actions, however. But Daddy has already corrected you, so everything is all better now.” He told you with a nod.

His loving words made you emotional all over again. You couldn’t speak, but you needed to show him how sorry you were and how much you appreciate him. Whining, you nuzzled further up his thigh, closer to his groin. You rubbed your cheek against his bulge. He tensed for a moment, fingers twitching in your locks. After a second, he relaxed and cooed softly. 

“Darling, you just want to suckle on something, don’t you?” His voice deepened a little, causing your poor little cunt to pulsate sharply. He knew exactly what you needed. 

The little whimper you let out answered his question. You started to squirm as you got excited at the idea of taking comfort from his cock in your mouth. That would be just wonderful right now, as you tittered on the edge of another meltdown.

“Oh, it’s alright. Daddy will give you something to suckle on.” His hands went for the button of his jeans, yanking the zipper open.

You pulled back a little to let him pull himself out, anxiously waiting to see the cock you love so much. Your tongue unconsciously came out to lick your lips when he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his half hard length to pop out. 

“Here we are, sweetheart. Go ahead, latch on.” He guided the tip of his dick into your lips after you opened them.

With your cheek still pressed into his thigh, you suckled on the head. You loved that he was still partially soft, that way you could feel him harden slowly in your mouth. You moaning, drooling on the taste of him

Suckling gently on him, you hummed and closed your eyes. He bobbed in and out of your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue comforted you, relaxing as he petted your hair tenderly. Soft little sucking  noises can be heard, Henry grunting a little.

He hissed quietly, “That’s it, darling. Soothe yourself with Daddy’s cock. Good girl.”

The rolling of your tongue along his frenulum made him leak precum. The taste of him was welcomed by you, making your body wiggle excitedly as you swallowed it down. He groaned, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“There’s my happy girl. Does Daddy taste good?” He hummed, watching your bum sway back and forth as you lapped at him. You nodded quickly.

You could tell he wanted to buck his hips. He didn’t, however, letting you remain interrupted as you licked and sucked him softly. Soon, his dick started to harden completely, making you follow it with your lips as it stood straight up now. You eagerly listened to his deep groans.

Taking him further in your mouth, you began to move your head up and down. His length was lubricated from your saliva and his precum, making it easy for your lips to glide over his warm flesh. He growled and finally let his hips buck up.

Your eyes rolled back when the head brushed the back of your mouth, making you gag a little. Tightening your lips around him, you moaned and relaxed your throat. Henry felt this, looking down at you. He groaned, seeming to be amazed by your virgor. You pulled back to catch your breath, lapping messily at his dripping tip as your hand wrapped around his base.

“You really want to make it up to Daddy, don’t you, little one?” He chuckled deeply, holding your hair back with one hand.

He cooed as you nodded enthusiastically. You moved to rest both your hands on his thighs, gripping the muscles there. Slowly, you lowered your mouth back down onto his cock. His finger traced your cheek, tickling the corner of your lips as he felt them stretch around him.

“You’re taking me so well in your little mouth, darling. Such a good girl. Keep this up and you’ll receive a treat very soon…” He panted, grunting as he watched you start to bob your head.

You squirmed excitedly now, eager to receive your tasty treat. This must be your reward for taking your spankies like such a good girl. You gagged a little, eyes tearing. That didn’t stop you from increasing your pace, Henry lifting his hips to meet your lips.

His moans of pleasure were music to your ears. He grew louder the closer he came to his climax. Those thick fingers of his weaved into your hair, gripping your locks as his groans boomed around the room.

“A-Ah, just a little more, sweetheart. Daddy’s so close.” He gasped, tossing his head back and strained a little.

You felt his cock start to throb repeatedly against your tongue. With one final roar, his balls tightened as he emptied his creamy seed into your mouth. Moaning, you swallowed it all down without a second thought. Henry panted deeply above your head, growling occasionally.

Slowly, you pulled away. He fell out of your lips with a soft ‘pop’. You pressed your cheek against his leg as he huffed, licking your lips as you savored the taste of him. Gazing at his softening length, you hummened in content when he rubbed the back of your neck.

He eventually recovered enough to lift your head to stare into your eyes. His smile made you blush, looking down bashfully.

“That was wonderful, love. You really made Daddy feel good.” He huffed in amazement, watching your face light up when he said that.

“Really?” You looked up at him, biting your lip. Giving him pleasure was all you hoped for, and learning that you exceeded made you all feel all tingly. 

“Really, my love.” He murmured with a smile, leaning down to kiss you. 

Relaxing, you barely felt him pull you into his lap. You shivered when his warmth surrounded you, leaning into his embrace. He held you, rubbing your hip comfortingly.

“Rest now, my love. It’s past your naptime.” He rocked you gently, you yawned in exhaustion.

Your arousal didn’t disappear, unfortunately. You tried your very best to close your eyes and fall asleep all curled up in your Daddy’s lap. An all new, painful wave of lust coursed through you when he hummed; your ear pressed right up against his chest so you could feel the vibration. You couldn’t get to sleep while you were like this.

His hand trailing down to rub your bare thigh made you hiccup and lean your head back. Your body was still on fire, yearning for release after everything that happened. But you were so tired, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Preferably with Daddy. Your traitor body had other ideas.

Your soft moan made his eyebrow raise. He tilted his head, watching you start to squirm again. A playful grin graced his lips. He was enjoying seeing you try and rub your legs together for any kind of friction. You hide your face in his neck, whining.

“Oh, my little girl is still all excited, hm? How are you going to fall asleep all riled up like this?” He tutted, patting the back of your thigh as he shushed your exhausted little whine.

“Hush, now. Daddy can make those tingles go away quickly, then you can take your nap.” He beamed at you, spreading your legs and hiking your dress up over your hip.

You gasped when he cupped your center, mewling as you automatically rolled your hips in response. His skilled finger found your clit easily, he knew your body better than you. He started rubbing small circles on your sensitive pearl.

It had your legs shaking in no time. The pressure on your clit was steady, firm but not too harsh. He was a man with only one objective, who had no time for teasing. The objective was to tucker out his little one before naptime. His lips pressed against your temple as you wiggled in his lap. 

Your poor body was torn between excitement and exhaustion. You sobbed, tossing your head back as your hips instinctively tried to move away from his touch. Keeping a firm grip on you, he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“It’s alright, darling. Daddy’s got you. I just have to play with your cute little button for only a tiny bit longer, I promise.” He cooed at you. It never took him long to get you off, it was like muscle memory to him.

You curled in on yourself, latching onto his arm as his fingers continued to work dutifully. The entire time you let out weak, pitiful whimpers. Henry let you cling to him for a second before he leaned you back and he increased the pace.

Another sob left your mouth, laying almost flat in his lap. This left you completely at his mercy, all you could do was arch your back and cry out. Nervously, you wanted for your orgasm that was coming anytime now. You knew that after this one more manic moment, you could finally be able to sleep.

“Look at me, darling.” Henry gently urged you, making you look him in the eye. He never paused his actions.

Somehow you manage to force your eyes to open, gazing at the man you love more than anything in the world. He gave you a smile as his blue eyes reflected off your own. His fingers stroked some of your hair away from your eyes, cradling the side of your face with one hand as the other worked wonders between your thighs.

“Daddy loves you, little one. He’s so proud of you. You’ve been such a brave girl for me today. Now be a good girl and cum.” He pressed his forehead against your own as he murmured to you. How did he know that was exactly what you needed to hear from him?

Your orgasm hits you hard, making every nerve in your body spark from the pleasure. A single short gasp was heard before you lost the ability to breath. Your face twisted, eyes fluttering closed again. With your lids closed, all you could see was white. Dizziness flooded your brain, for a brief moment you feared you might be dying. 

The release felt beautiful though, it made you want to cry all over again. A few droplets even did escape your eyes as weightlessness took hold of you. Maybe you were dying?

Hell, if this is how you go, you’ll die a happy woman.

Finally, you were able to breathe again. Henry’s gentle caresses of your cunt brought life back into you. He never stopped touching you, easing you through your euphoria. You gulped down air greedily, your body starting to shake. It felt like you just ran a marathon. He cradled you gently, using his fingers to ease the pulsating of your quivering little pussy to a minimum before he pulled his hand away.

Your body tried desperately to recover from your intense orgasm, but exhaustion weighed heavily on you now. Weakly, you opened your eyes to watch him ease you down onto the couch. You blinked, your vision so fuzzy you saw two of him.

“Lay back, sweetheart. You can take your nap right here.” He eased you off his lap to stand up from the sofa.

Taking the blanket from the armchair in the corner, he draped it over your quivering body. You welcomed it, your skin hot and sweaty still but it gave you something to curl up in.

Your panting slowed. The feel of the back of his fingers stroking your cheek was enough to calm your heart beat. You couldn’t open your eyes now even if you wanted to. The last thing you felt before you drifted off was his lips on your forehead. His deep voice coaxed you further into sleep.

“Sweet dreams, my darling. I love you.”

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[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @aemondtarqaryens for starting off Volume 2 of my Interview With a Writer series! This is my ongoing series of the talented souls on Tumblr and ao3, and their brilliant writing!

If there is a story you are interest in, I am open to requests! Just make sure to check out my criteria for stories considered for this.

Name: aemondtarqaryens

Story: Precious Delights

Paring: Maegor Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: See each chapter for individual, more precise warnings. Written with/for a female reader, but other than purple eyes, there‘s no mention of her appearance.

What inspired the plot for Precious Delights?

Oh God, truth be told? It started with a request I received for Maegor x Reader smut where she's heavily pregnant with his child. And I'm just a sucker for my big tiddy daddy and gave it a shot.

Once the original Precious Delights was posted, people commented under it, asking for a part 2 where the baby is born. The whole series just developed from there on and the rest is history.

I just loved their dynamic in the first part I posted (it's based on the bath scene between Aemma and Viserys, because it was just fitting and I liked that scene in the series) and felt captivated to give the few people interested what they wanted.

Explain your interpretation of Maegor? What drives him? Why is he the way he is in the story?

Charlie Hunnam is my faceclaim for Maegor because someone (I'm not dropping names cough cough @fairysluna cough) planted that seed into my mind. Most people fancast him as Aegon I, but to me, Henry Cavil makes a better Aegon I (you know, let's just cast Henry as every ASOIAF character lmfao).

I always had the relationship of Daemon and the young Rhaenyra we see in the show in my mind while writing this story. And we learn in Innate Desires that Maegor has lusted after his niece for quite some time, and even asked Aenys to give him her hand in marriage. He was denied, and searched his luck (or power) elsewhere, but failed with his wives dying without giving him an heir.

This is something that drives him, too. The need to provide an heir with his blood, that will take the Throne after him.

Canon!Maegor is one kind of a man, and while I find him intriguing, I firstly know that I could never do him justice and secondly, it just wouldn't have fit the story and it's overall development. Plus, having had a soft spot for his niece for so long, it's clear he's not always the brute he is towards her. He's softer, and allows her to catch some rare glimpses of his vulnerability as their relationship develops.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

No, I feel like it‘s very self indulgent. Usually, the reader portrayals are matching their respective role (or I try to make it that way, at least) and with Targcest, I feel like you do have a bit more freedom to indulge. Just a freedom to be cheeky, or disobey certain rules.

Do you feel they eventually come to complement one another?

They complement each other. Maegor gives her something she‘s craved for so long, stability, family, attention, and Reader takes piece after piece of the brute out of him. Just like their children. They‘re not changing him completely, but they have a positive impact on him. She basically made the rogue brute soft and tender. 🤭

Will you add into their story?

Depends, if I really get another idea for this series maybe, but most likely not. It has found a good end, and everything else would be just dragging it out.

Do you want to share about another upcoming WIP? I know you finished celebrating a milestone for your blog (congratulations 💖).

Thank you!! I‘m currently working on the last two requests for my celebration, a one shot with Aemond and servant!Reader for a writing challenge I participated in, and a one shot of an American Horror Story x HOTD crossover where Aemond is the Antichrist.

Any chance we can have a snippet for Aemond!Antichrist? 👀

Easing your trembling legs, you hold onto the desk for support. It feels like an eternity when you crouch forward slightly to steady your uneven breathing, the moment only breaking as Aemond advances towards you, his body leaning against yours and pressing you up against the desk. It’s the only thing keeping you upright, and the moment you feel his hot breath caress your neck, your legs feel like they are about to give in. His thigh slips between yours, but you can’t feel his hands on your body, assuming he’s clasped them behind his back or keeps them at his sides. But you can tell that his chest isn’t the only firm thing that presses against your body. His cock is rock hard, clearly finding as much pleasure in the situation than you do, and all but strains against your lower back. He is so close, that’s all you’ve thought of for the past days, yet it’s not enough. You need his hands, him, to feel thoroughly satisfied. The urge to whine scratches in your throat, but you manage to swallow it at the last moment. “Beg for me to touch you,” he drawls, voice laced with a mixture of excitement and hunger. Exhaling a strained breath, you close your eyes. “P-Please,” you whimper, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Please… touch me. It’s been so long.” “Hm.” You hear it loud and clear, the amusement, the satisfaction, causing your skin to heat up. “That’s all you’ve got?”

#interview with a writer #iwaw21 #bts #of their brilliant writing #writing community #maegor x reader

[superdcchick]

MASTERLIST

HENRY CAVILL

WALTER

CAPTAIN SY

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill characters #detective walter marshall #walter x you #captain sy

[oh-look-at-her]

Requests

Hi guys! I have now posted two stories and it seems that some of you really like them, so thank you so much for that!

I'm always really happy to see your comments and reblogs on my posts!

Anyways, as the title of this post suggests, I am taking requests! You guys can message me or just comment on this post any ideas that you've had and/or would want to see.

Although I can't guarantee that I'll get around to work on all of them, I do promise I will do my best. Sometimes things just unexpectedly fill up my schedule.

moving on from that, here are some characters and fandoms I am willing to take requests for (you can def try and ask for different characters but it's not guaranteed that I'll do it. I'll answer in the comments though)

Marvel;

Loki

Bucky

Natasha

Wanda

Steve

Tony

Valkyrie

Stranger Things;

Steve

Eddie

Robin

Harry Potter;

Hermione

Draco

Mattheo

Tom Riddle

Additional characters; Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth), Coriolanus Snow (Tom Blyth), Geralt of Rivia (Henry Cavill) (I'll probably add some more but I can't remember them all rn lol)

I mostly do smut, but I can also do fluff. I'm just not very good at angst. I can also do ships with other characters; it doesn't have to be a character x reader fic. When I do write x reader fics, reader is usually female and has female anatomy. You can also request different perspectives if you want to, for example;

narrator perspective (describing what both characters do; she/he moves, etc.)

first person perspective (character personally describes what's happening; I/we move, etc.)

second person perspective (the story is basically telling you what you are doing as the reader; you move, etc.)

I'm really excited to hear all your ideas! thank you so much for all your interaction and kind words

#stranger things #marvel #smut #marvel cinematic universe #writing #stranger things x reader #loki #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #tony stark #valkyrie #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #eddie munson #robin buckley #hermione granger #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #tom blyth x reader #tom hiddleston #coriolanus x reader #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #request

[penneferofvenerburg]

Announcement: New Henry Cavill Fanfiction coming up

Henry Cavill x MC

Summary: Madeline had been a writer all her life but due to her disability CP (Cerebral palsy) she struggles with social interaction until she meets an unlikely helper whom shes highly fond of an actor and self confessed nerd. They meet and things go well the actor becomes fansinated by Maddie and consequently falls for her question is Will Maddie believe that it's real? How will the media react to the actor in question (Henry Cavill) being in a relationship with a fan who struggles with socialism.

Note: this story represents a disabled character that struggles with loneliness and social anxiety the disability she has is called Hemipligia Cerebral palsy there is not of representation of disabilities in love stories that is why I feel its important to highlight it.

Title of this new project: Project NEW World

Title of the new novel coming up : A whole new World

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New announcement: just started the planning

Here we go ..... and we're off hehe 🤣🤣🤣❤❤❤❤

Love you all @penneferofvenerburg

Here's another update: completed summary

Yayyy 😆😆😆😆😆

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Began to work on the plot of the story yayyy 🙂❤❤❤

Love @penneferofvenerburg

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New announcement: Project New World has an improved plot now!

@resowrites @henrycavillnews @henrycavilledits @babyhenry @princess-of-riviaa @littlefreya @evansabove1981 @greensleeves888 etc)

Take a look!

Love you all

@penneferofvenerburg 😘❤❤❤❤❤

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Update: so guys I'm sorry that I've not kept you in the loop recently with this newest project that's going on I promise you that there will be more updates coming as I go along I'm slowly getting back I to my other projects but seriously I hope you guys enjoy it when it's eventually out all for you too devour and enjoy! Thankyou so so so much for support.

Love @penneferofvenerburg 💞❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The new rework of the plot!

Here it is guys!

@emilynicoleroberts check this out! It's a fandom of my fav actor Henry Cavill but main character female lead Maddie has Cerebral palsy.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x female reader #the witcher #ministry of ungentlemanly warfare #charles brandon #geralt of rivia #the tudors

[hertzwritings]

Living dangerously

A/N: Another day, another prompt! You guys are getting a LOT of content over the next few days, because I am stressedTM and that means procrastinating like a fool. Best way to do things, I guess. For me, at least. There’s still prompts left, so go to my list and pick one, if you want to!

Prompt: “I love you!” “Wait, what?” “No time to explain, we gotta go!”

 You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized one-shot, drabble or multichapter fic with ANYTHING and anyone, you’d like!

 I love y’all so darn much. Thank you. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

 MASTERLIST

PROMPTLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

 Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus Sized!female reader

Contains: Fluff, language, implied smut, a little insecurities, age gap

W.C.: 2.726

 Living dangerously

  You snuck around the trailers, your hands full of shaving cream and a pie. Joey Batey had not seen the last of you.

See, the set of The Witcher was normally pretty laid back, not much more going around other than the normal amounts of jokes and teasing; but Joey motherfucking Batey had decided that a prank-war was in due time, and he had started with you.

First mistake.

You might be the newest cast member, and you were normally a shy person, but you could not step down from a challenge. It was, coincidentally, also how you got the role of Shani in the show. It had been an open call casting, and your friend had dared you to go, so you did. You didn’t expect a callback, much less a third and then a screen test with Henry Cavill. You were about to pass out, when the casting director brought him in, all smiles and a very firm handshake, to test out chemistry between you; for some reason, the whole “love-interest”-thing had whizzed straight over your head, so you were a shaking mess, when you started testing a very specific scene, where Henry’s warm and large hands cupped your face, while spouting declarations of love. It was a lot, but you managed, clearly, because here you were, on set and with a character, who – if you were to believe the rumors – would be a reoccurring character. Fun.

You didn’t expect a fast friendship growing between you and Henry, though. After the screen test, you had been texting and talking pretty much every day, because you had both realized that you were nerds – you spent a lot of time talking about the world of The Witcher, but also just any and everything. And nothing. It had become a habit to just talk through the night, one of you dozing off while still on the phone. The fact that you had developed a slight (big) crush on the 10-year older man, was your own doing and you did your very best to keep it on the downlow. Especially after you began shooting, and you found out he was a very affectionate guy. Hugs, small touches, lips ghosting over your forehead, when he had his arm slung casually over your shoulder. It didn’t mean anything, you were sure – you were just about 99 % certain he saw you as a younger sister or something like that. He helped you figure out what pranks you could pull without getting fired, and he took you everywhere; if he had a thing to do, you were coming. It was kind of cute, the way he’d timidly ask you to join him for another dinner with some “important” people. The big, strong man, who could literally make you fearful of your life with a single glance, was a giant puppy in real life.

When Joey had started the damn prank-war, he had started easy with salted cookies. That was a dick-move, mostly because you really wanted cookies after a 12-hour shoot. You had retaliated with glue in his hand sanitizer. And so, the prank war was born.

The latest thing was over the line. He had transformed your fucking kitchen drawers into fish tanks, and you were having none of it.

 Which is why you were sneaking around the trailers with shaving cream and pie, waiting for the golden opportunity to deck Joey.

As soon as he stepped out of his trailer, his eyes glued to his phone, you saw your chance and ran to him, pie smacking straight into his face, before showering him in shaving foam, giggling like a madman. He was spluttering and coughing out shaving cream, and when he looked at you, you knew it was a question of seconds before he lost his shit.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring your burning lungs and your thighs literally feeling like jello under you, and sprinted to the other end of the set, spotting a familiar flash of greyish white hair and black armor. He saw you as well, a smile lighting up his face.

“Hey, Y/N, did you get to use the…” “Y/N Y/L/N, I am going to kill you!” Henry’s eyes whipped up to see a very angry-looking Joey stalking towards you. Was that shaving cream?

“I love you!” You said, grabbing his arm and tugging him to follow. “Wait, what?” He looked absolutely perplexed, and in any other situation, you’d pinch his cheek, because he looked stupidly cute like that. “No time to explain, let’s go!” you tugged his arm again, and he finally made his feet follow along, running behind you. He wasn’t even out of breath. “If you need to get away quicker, just get on my back.” He said with a grin, jogging next to you. Goddamned long legs. You scoffed. 

“As if you could carry me.” You huffed, trying to keep your breathing steady. “Is that a challenge?” He stopped dead in his tracks. Shit. You glanced behind him and saw Joey – now with his arms full of unidentifiable things, that would definitely ruin your day – move towards you with a dangerous smile on his lips. “Shit. Henry, move.” You tried to force him to go with you, but he was a massive man with a lot of grounding, because he didn’t even flinch. “Nope. If I’m your get-away buddy, I’m insisting that I be your get-away vehicle as well.” “Henry, I… I’ll be too heavy.” You didn’t want to debate this stupid topic, much less indulge in your insecurities with a literal God in human form. “Y/N. If you’re trying to say your weight is an issue, I’m strongly advising you to say literally anything else.” He crossed his arms and smirked. You could see several cans of tomato-soup in Joey’s arms now. “Fuck, fine, just… We need to go!” You screamed, quickly maneuvering yourself behind Henry, who bent down a little to allow you to get on his back. “If you break your back trying to carry me, I will end you.” You whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, clinging on for dear life. You hated this idea. He laughed at you, hoisting you a little higher on his back and straightened out. “Don’t worry, my back can handle a lot.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks at that.  “Henry, do not help her, I swear to God!” Joey yelled out, but Henry just chuckled and waved behind him at Joey, before his arms wrapped around your legs, holding you firmly to his body, and sprinted.

 He didn’t break a sweat, and his breathing was weirdly even, despite the speed he was running at, and the added weight on his back. You were bouncing, clinging to him as he ran around the sets, headed to the dense forest that lay just behind it. He didn’t slow down before he was a few good meters into the forest, and he gently put you down next to a giant fir-tree, where you leaned against, clutching your chest.

“Shit, that was more terrifying than being on the back of a motorcycle.” You gasped, trying to lower your heartrate. It wasn’t all because of the running – a lot of it was the fact, that you were so close to him, you could feel his muscles roll under your hands and arms, and his cologne was embedded in your skin now. He grinned.

“Are you telling me you didn’t have fun?” You rolled your eyes and finally looked up at him. He was looking at you strangely. “Y/N…” Oh no, here it goes. You were heavy, he probably dislocated something. “Why on earth did you think you were too heavy?” he asked instead, and you blinked a few times. “Uh…. Because I am…?” you said slowly and groaned at his expression. “I mean, clearly, I wasn’t right now, but like… generally speaking.” He tilted his head. “Darling, I could pick you up with one arm and not think twice about it. You are not too heavy.” That sparked some very inappropriate thoughts in your head, that you desperately needed to go away. “I, uh… Sure, Henry.” He stepped closer, his chest almost touching you; the black armor made a delicious sound of leather straining against leather, and you had to will yourself to hear what he said. “You are challenging me, sweetheart.” “Oh, no, not at all.” You could hear how damn bratty you sounded. “I mean, I—humpf.” You shrieked, when you were lifted from the ground by a single arm around your waist, Henry pinning your back to the tree behind you while grinning at you. Your heart did a somersault right in your chest, and you cursed how good he looked with the wig on.

  “Okay, fine, fine, you’ve proved your point.” You said, gasping a little. He didn’t let you down but stepped even closer and slotted himself between your legs – by instinct, you wrapped them around his hips. “I have a question for you, Y/N.” He said seriously, his perfect lips mere inches from your face. “Mhm?” You didn’t trust your voice at this moment, so you figured a nonsensical noise would be better to avoid embarrassment. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Would me buying you a can of shaving cream and a cream pie have anything to do with Joey being covered in white goo?” You laughed and snorted in a very unladylike manner. “Maybe. Maybe not. It’s best for you to stay out of it, I can’t have your life on my conscience.” He laughed a little at that. “I think I’m already involved now.” “Shit, yeah, probably. Uh…” You looked down at your body, ignoring the way your stomach rolled, to see your legs still tightly wrapped around his hips. “Could I, uh, get my feet back on solid ground?” You asked timidly, heat flaring in your cheeks. He thought for a moment, before his grip on your waist tightened. “No. I have another important question.” “Okay?” you swallowed thickly. Don’t think about his cock, don’t think about his cock, don’t think about…

“This is actually a really important question, darling. And I need you to be very honest with me.” His expression changed from jovial to something more serious and something else, you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Are you comfortable right now?” You furrowed your brows. “I mean… Like right this second?” He nodded. You shifted a little, accidentally rolling your hips. A barely noticeable hiss fell from his lips, which you also decided to ignore. You’d done a lot of ignoring today. “Uhm… I mean, the bark isn’t really super duper soft, but other than that… Yes…? Was that your very important question?” He smiled softly. When did his face come so close to yours? “Not really, no. I just wanted to check in.” “Oh…Kay?” He swallowed and you watched his Adam’s apple bop a little. “I can’t put this out there in an eloquent way, so I’ll just come right out with it.” Oh God. You were getting fired. Maybe. Probably. Your heart sped up and you were intently focused on his eyes. “Is there a reason, you haven’t ever returned any of my sad attempts at flirting?” You almost choked on thin air. “I’m sorry?” “I’ve been flirting with you for the better part of six months, love. I mean, I know I’m old and a little rusty in that department, but I feel like at least some of it must’ve come across.” “I…” You didn’t know what to say, and honestly, your brain was short-circuiting at the moment, because his thumb had begun rubbing small circles on your waist. “You’ve been flirting. With me.” It sounded like a statement more than a question. He chuckled. “I have. I don’t talk to just anyone throughout a day and night, pretty much every day. I also don’t touch anybody just for the hell of it.” You thought back to all the small touches, and what you had perceived as just the way he was – in hindsight, you could see that he didn’t do that to anyone else on set. “But… I’m me.” “I would hope you are.” His forehead rested against yours now. “I should’ve said something sooner.” “No, I mean… You’re a literal God on earth, and I’m… Jiggly. And ten years younger than you, I might add.” You said slowly, trying to keep your composure. “Didn’t you tell me a week ago: age is but a number, baby?” “I might’ve.” “Besides, you’re… Perfect. For me, I mean. In my eyes.” He drew a deep breath, his lips twitching a little. “God, the things I’ve imagined doing to you…” You could’ve died right there. “I would happily die, if it was death by your thighs.” You couldn’t swallow. “And I’ve had the filthiest thoughts… Whenever we talked on Facetime, all I wanted to do was reach through the fucking screen and touch your skin… Show you just what I want to do with you.” He licked his lips. “Unfortunately, I am a British man, and we’re stupidly good at being gentlemen, which means my brain has been screaming at me to take you to dinner, and then ravish you.” You squeaked at that, your entire body buzzing. “I didn’t… Uh…” “I’ll leave it be, never talk about it again and we’ll go back to being friends, if you don’t feel even a sliver of something towards me. I’d hate it and I must be honest, I doubt I can continue being your friend.” Your breathing was shallow now, and you move your hands to his hair, toying with the damned wig just to do something. “I can’t say I’m not feeling something.” You admitted. “Why would you not… Be able to continue being my friend?” You asked slowly, your eyes settling on his blue. “Because all I’ve wanted to do for months is this.”

 He kissed you softly, lips hesitant and sweet like honey, like he was testing the waters. You were having none of that. It was like a kick of a drug to your system, every nerve and cell standing ready – you kissed him back with ferocity, as if it was your last day on earth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressed your body even closer to his. You wanted to fucking melt together with him, his lips never leaving yours, because this was probably the only thing you’d ever care about ever again. The feeling of his lips against yours, the way he groaned into the kiss, his eagerness to return the kiss with just as much ferocity as you brought to him, was intoxicating.

It could’ve been minutes or hours before he pulled back, peppering small kisses on your face.

“I’ll take it as you being just fine with this?” he asked, slightly out of breath. You felt something nudge your thigh and you raised your eyebrows. “I mean… Yes.” You rolled your hips against him, and he groaned, closing his eyes and tightened his grip on your waist. “Love, you need to stop that. We have a scene in…” He glanced at his clock. “Five minutes, and I cannot be hard and thinking of the various things, I have to do to you.” You cocked an eyebrow and kissed him again, your tongue sliding against his lower lip. “That would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it?” You whispered against his lips. He nodded, kissing you again. “And I definitely shouldn’t say something that would make your situation worse, right?” “Don’t you dare.” You sighed and hugged him, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.

“I won’t, then.” You smiled, when you felt him exhale and sag slightly. “I just… Really wanted you inside of me, right here.” You rolled your hips again and was rewarded with the best gasping groan, you’d ever heard. “Darling…” He gripped your hair lightly to force you to look at his eyes, that had darkened significantly. “Don’t test me, or I’ll have to force you to see just how badly I could ruin you.” “Try me.”

 And after his scenes, try you, he did. Several times, in fact. Loudly – loudly enough for the crew to wish you both congratulations, when you came out of your trailer, your neck covered in his love-bites and your hair a rat’s nest on your head.

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The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

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Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

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Shift My World: Prologue (The Witcher Fanfic)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

Wonderland Workshop

The doorbell rang exactly at 8:30 PM on the dot. The sound was followed by the excited barking of her large and intimidating-looking wolfdog Killua named after one of her favorite anime characters from Hunter X Hunter.  The large beast damn near big enough to ride was standing up on his back legs barking at the door as his claws attempted to tear the white wooden frame down to get to the person behind the obstacle. She placed the hot pocket she had just finished taking from the microwave down quickly on the counter as if it burned her and rounded the corner of her small kitchen; her clumsy self hitting her hip on the counter edge on her way making her clutch her side with a very unladylike curse as she stumbled her way towards her apartment door. Grabbing the thick black leather of her mutt's collar she pulled with all her strength until Killua dropped down to all four paws allowing her to sidle her way to the door to unlock the deadbolt and chain. Throwing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a bundled mass of a human figure carrying multiple bags in each hand. 

"Bloody hell Liv, Killua's going to give me a heart attack one of these days! I swear he's damn near to breaking down your front door." a female's breathy voice spoke up in a puff from under the wrap of her scarf. 

Olivia's good-natured laugh ended in a snort as she reached out to grab the bags from her best friend's gloved hands replying with a jovial "Oh he's just excited to see you is all!" 

The twinkle in her blue eyes told her that probably wasn't the full truth. Killua was a wolfdog mutt after all and his loyalty dynamic with Olivia meant certain death by mutilation at his jaws if it came to it. Of course, it wasn't like McKenzie was a stranger to the apartment so the wolfdog was indeed just excited to see a familiar visitor; one that neither he nor his owner had seen for a good two weeks. As McKenzie toddled her way inside and began unraveling herself, she plopped her thick winter's clothing on the entry bench by the door all the while the large beast sniffed eagerly at her pant pockets as if searching for something. Mckenzie laughed as she finished unwrapping her scarf and set it aside before digging into her pocket to pull out a ziplock baggy that contained some beef jerky inside that she'd saved especially for the large dark gray mass sniffing at her. 

"Is this what you were searching for handsome boy?" she cooed as she knelt and picked out a piece. She was not scared as the dog licked at her fingers that held the treat right before his rather large teeth opened just wide enough to snatch the beef stick from her hands and scuttle off to his bed in the corner of the living room to eat it. 

Olivia smiled watching before wrapping her arms around her red-headed best friend. "I've missed you so much! How was the trip to visit your family in Lousiana?" she asked into her friend's shoulder as they stood in the front hallway hugging and swaying to unheard music. 

"It was good up until Aunt Grace decided she wanted to get me to know the man next door that just moved in." McKenzie laughed rolling her eyes before letting go of her friend and looking around the apartment.

"Where's Kason?" she asked frowning realizing that it was far too quiet than it normally was. 

Olivia snorted and went to the kitchen around the corner to grab them a glass of wine as she explained. "Well, Kason is out on his 3rd date this week. I swear that man is just in it for the D," she said with a fond shake of her head. 

The laughter that came from McKenzie was contagious and the two of them began laughing at just the image of Kason out on the prowl to get himself some dick. Olivia sighed as she poured herself a glass of wine after sliding over one for McKenzie and brushed a strand of silky black hair from her face. Staring down into the dark liquid of the red wine she said softly with a bit of rueful toner in her voice. "At least someone is getting a dick around here. I swear my luck with men sucks!" 

McKenzie raised a sympathetic brow as she sipped her wine and was about to say something when her green eyes lit up excitedly and she set her glass down with a little clink as she began rummaging through the crinkly grocery bags and moments later she said in triumph. "That's okay because I got your favorite ice cream, M&M's, of course, the ones with peanuts in them because it's more fun to eat. I also had to get some strawberry Twizzlers that you like because your crazy ass doesn't like the cherry version; I got myself the cherry kind because no best friend shall eat Twizzlers alone, it's like a rule or something. Oh, and of course sour gummies of all sorts of shapes; honestly I probably should have gotten you a new toothbrush too for how much your teeth are going to need it after tonight." she laughed as she settled all the items on the small kitchen counter. 

Olivia's eyes lit up excitedly and she reached for a packet of gummies but her hand was slapped away playfully "Nuh-uh! Not until we start the TV series! Although, feel free to grab a drink. I didn't know what you'd like so I sort of just raided the energy drink aisle and the alcohol aisle." the redhead pointed to the other bag on the counter.

Olivia smiled fondly. Only McKenzie would raid every aisle for the darndest things that would make her happy. Olivia and McKenzie were best friends since 1st grade when they met during a fight over something she couldn't even remember. It was funny because the raven and the redhead had a love-hate relationship up until 3rd grade after Olivia's dad passed away due to cancer; they'd been best friends and glued to the hip ever since. Even when Olivia was 16 and McKenzie moved away from her into another city they kept in touch and would go see each other every summer up until Olivia went to college where she finally reunited with her best friend. It'd been 5 years since then and at age 26 they were living their best single lives together like they always said they'd do. Only now though instead of it being the two of them it was the three of them when you added Kason a 30-year-old man who was the gayest gay man you will ever meet. But he was such a sweetheart and loved both Olivia and McKenzie like his younger sisters. He'd first met Olivia when she answered his Facebook ad for a roommate for an apartment he was renting since his last one ended badly and he needed help paying rent. From there it was history; it had been the three of them ever since. 

"Is Kason coming back anytime soon? Like should we order in some take-out and wait to start the show?" McKenzie asked breaking Olivia from her thoughtful walk down memory lane. 

The raven looked down at her phone for the time and raised a brow thoughtfully. "He actually should be coming in any-" her sentence was cut off by the sound of keys in the lock rattling. 

A moment later the door opened and slammed shut with an exasperated looking man standing there unwrapping a scarf from his neck. His dark skin was glistening with melting snowflakes from the snow outside and if his skin was not dark chocolate brown his nose would have been red as a cherry no doubt. The short man waltzed into the kitchen seeing the two women and looked like a dramatic overly tired diva and a look on his face that screamed 'I am so done!'. One look at that face and Olivia refilled her half-empty glass of wine and held it out for their best friend who gratefully took it and swallowed half of it in one go like a thirsty man in a desert. 

"I cannot believe the audacity of men these days! No wonder you are single!" Kason exclaimed as he set the glass down with a clink. 

"What on earth happened Kase?" McKenzie asked frowning as she grabbed the tub of ice cream from the fridge she'd just put in minutes before and grabbed a large spoon before sliding the container towards the black man. 

Kason grabbed the sliding container and dug himself a large spoonful of cookie dough ice cream and shoved it in his mouth as he explained looking offended and shocked at the same time. "This man seriously had the balls to ask if I was freaking trans! Me trans? Honey, I even offered to drop my pants right there and then at the restaurant for his audacity because he said my voice was so high and because the outfit I wore screamed trans...bitch what?! Like, I found this man on Grindr for fucks sake; what else was he expecting? Some 6-foot bodybuilder with a monster cock who wants to be called daddy?" he waved the spoon around in the air looking like a pure diva.

Olivia nearly choked on her wine as she took back her glass and sipped at it before she shook her head giving her roommate a look of sympathy but one that spoke volumes that she thought the situation was hilarious. McKenzie on the other hand had no problem with laughing; having to hold herself up on the counter just to be able to stand up as her body wracked with laughter. Kason rolled his eyes and snatched Olivia's glass of wine before he chugged the rest of it down and grudgingly grabbed the glass bottle of wine left over and poured himself another drink. 

"Anyways, I'm done with men. Tonight, I'm sticking to a girls night in; speaking of what the fuck are we watching? Better be no chic flick bullshit." he said as he swiped the tub of ice cream from the countertop and stalked into the living room to plop his butt on the sofa. 

Killua raised his head from where he lay on the carpet to look at the man before giving a little groan and closing his eyes to relax for the rest of the night. The girls joined him moments later with the bags of goodies in tow and refilled glasses in hand as they all gathered together on the sofa to cuddle and watch TV. 

"It's called The Witcher. It's a new TV series that just came out. I heard it's really good. Got great comments, reviews, and is one of the topmost seen shows on Netflix so far." McKenzie said as she grabbed the remote to turn the flat-screen TV on. 

"Oh, I've heard of it before. It looks pretty good." Olivia gushed with wide eyes as she realized it was a title she had heard before; she had been a little excited for it to come out since the previews looked epic as hell. 

"Has some hot guys in it too from what I've seen. Some hot chicks as well I guess if I was into girls." Kason piped up in between bites of ice cream. 

The three of them settled into the couch as the first episode began rolling. With a bit of too much wine in their system, their natural unfiltered thoughts, and running off the adrenaline from the TV show they sat there talking hours later as the last episode of that season rolled to a close. Yes, they just finished binge-watching the entire fucking season like some junkies.

"Omg Garelt is so yummy! Did you see his ass in those pants? Holy shit!" Kason fanned himself with his hand.

Olivia laughed staring up at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes after one too many glasses of wine. "Oh yeah, and those eyes? Like, even his voice gives me shivers. Who plays that man because I'd like to shake his hand...and maybe shove my tongue down his throat at the same time." she laughed in a drunken stupor.

"That'd be Henry Cavill. He played in so many good movies I swear! Man of Steel is one of the ones he's well known for." McKenzie added shoving a spoonful of mostly melted ice cream into her mouth after having stolen it from Kason's iron grip.

Olivia's eyes widened and she almost leaped from the couch. "For real? I love that movie! omg I won't ever be able to look at that man again the same way!" McKenzie nodded with a knowing look in her eyes as she hummed around the spoon in her mouth. 

"Ah, he's gorgeous," Olivia muttered flopping back down beside Kason who hummed in agreement and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. 

"So, have you guys heard of this thing called Shifting?" McKenzie asked suddenly as the silence broke. 

The two others raised a brow and looked at her funny and she just shrugged poking at the tub of ice cream as she explained. "So, I'm not into the whole witchy shit but I've been on TikTok so much recently that's all I ever see really. Like, it's this thing where you manifest yourself into your dream world or the world of your comfort character or whatever the hell it is," she explained shrugging. 

Kason reached over and grabbed her wrist gently and gave her a gentle look. "It's around your brother's anniversary isn't it?" he asked kindly. 

McKenzie gave a weak smile and turned away again as she continued to explain while Kason and Olivia listened and watched her with understanding eyes. "I've seen so many people on TikTok give their reactions and tell of what happened when they successfully shifted into their favorite anime worlds and shit. Others tell how to do it or tips on how to do it successfully and I dunno I guess I just..." she fell silent and Olivia stood up from beside Kason to be able to walk the two steps over to McKenzie's other side and plopped back down to cuddle her. Resting her head on her shoulder she sighed softly. 

"I'm sorry babe. I know it's hard...It's probably nothing but clout...but, if you'd like we can always look into getting a tarot card reading or something...." she offered hesitantly. 

None of them believed in magic or witches and stuff; none of them were religious either for their reason. But, even so, they'd give it a try if it meant supporting each other. Truth was, a few years ago McKenzie's older brother passed away in a tragic car accident on his way home for Christmas and McKenzie blamed herself for his death; she never got over it which was understandable because he was on the way to her house where he was staying and was so excited to see her again that he refused to take shelter during a storm which caused him to not see the car in front of him during the blizzard and crash; killing himself and the other person in the other vehicle. 

"Anyways, that shifting business seems funny, right? Heard all you have to do is write down how you'd like it to play out going in as much detail as possible before lying down as if going to sleep while saying some sort of mantra in your head; next thing you know you'll wake up in another world and the only way to return to yours is to say your safe word you'd wrote in the manuscript. How funny would it be if we could write something like that for this show and end up there?" she continued blabbering on in hopes to lighten the mood while changing the subject.

Kason snorted and shook his head. "Girl you be crazy. Only in my dreams would that ever be for real," he said.

"I think that's the point, Kase." Olivia laughed and shook her head before looking at the night and groaning. "Guys, I gotta be up in like 5 hours for work. Help me clean this up before we head to bed okay? Hell, you can stay up if you want but my cranky ass is needing a bed right now." Olivia said standing up to her feet and began picking up the trash off the floors and coffee table.

"Gurl we got it! Go ahead and head to bed. Kenzie and I got it; we'll head to bed right after." Kason said waving the raven off as he stood and got the lights clicked on.

The redheaded woman gave a smile and nodded waving her bestie away who gave a reluctant smile before heading down the hall to her small bedroom. But even after she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and dressed in her comfiest of pajamas she couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was the wine talking in her system or her sleep-deprived brain; hell could even be her lady bits below speaking to her. But she found it the best idea to hop out of bed and grab an old notebook that she hadn't fully used up in her college years and began writing. She didn't even realize what she was writing until the last period was placed. At this point, the pages were all over her bed and the lights outside her door were turned off; it was silent in the apartment so she guessed it'd been a while since she began writing. Kason was probably in his room right now asleep and McKenzie passed out on the couch with Killua guarding like the faithful mutt he was. But here she was still awake and staring at pages upon pages of scribbling writing with eyes that were beginning to blur. She was so tired and her fingers were cramping from holding her pencil for god knows how long. She didn't even realize what she'd written until her eyes picked up a few snippets of words. Geralt-Rivia-Roach-Blaviken-Jaskier and others made her foggy mind click into place. She started laughing then realized just what she was writing and rolled her eyes. Her stupid drunk mind thought it'd be a great idea to write a manuscript off the idea of shifting into the world of the Witcher TV series. Damn McKenzie and her wild imaginations bleeding into Olivia's open mind. 

She stood then and gathered the scattered pages of her hard work and dumped them into the trashcan by her closet door and returned to bed. She reached to click off her bedside lamp before her eyes got drowned in the bundle of papers in the trash bin. A frown tugged at her brows as if she couldn't understand why she felt disappointed and upset at shoving the papers in there. It was just silly nonsense, right? Just some trend on Tiktok that people used to get clout and get views by using the idea of shifting and world jumping to the simps of the viewers. They were all so gullible; she was gullible too. But even still those papers just didn't sit well with the woman so after tossing and turning she finally flung the covers off and hopped out of bed to gather said paperwork and plopped them onto her nightstand so that in the morning she would figure out what to do with them. Finally feeling fewer ants in her pants she allowed herself to close her eyes and let the drowsy effects of the alcohol pull her into slumber. 

When she finally awoke after a blissful 2-hour sleep it was not to the sound of birds chirping outside her window or the sound of nails clawing at her door. It was not even the smell of fresh coffee or breakfast being made that she knew Kason would be making as he did every morning as she got ready for work. No, instead of her normal routine wake-up call she got something splashing her in the face. She yelped sitting up from her bed wiping her face expecting to see a laughing McKenzie but instead, she saw nothing but darkness around her and the sound of the howling wind around her. Trees loomed overhead waving in the said wind making the night sky look even eerier than before. There were no lights out but the moon behind a few clouds that rolled by slowly. What was worst the water she felt a splash on her was not water but in a sense mud. That much she could tell from the goop that stained her fingertips and was slowly drying cold on her face and hair. Her blue eyes widened as she looked left and then right realizing she was not in her bedroom in her apartment anymore. She was in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere that she did not recognize. Was this some sort of prank done by McKenzie and Kason because if it were she did not find it the least bit funny. Panic started to claw up her throat until she felt something soft and velvety brush her hair and she yelped; damn near having a heart attack as she jerked back and looked up into the darkness expecting some sort of monster but instead found the long face of a ...horse? She blinked confused at this revelation as she looked around once more. 

She was literally in the middle of nowhere in the woods and there was a horse? What the hell was going on? The horse though did not seem to mind her and instead seemed curious enough to sniff at her and paw at the ground which resulted in more mud flying onto her clothing. That explained the mud shower that awoke her at least. She gave a shaky smile and reached up a hand to stroke the soft snout of the beast above her. It was a pretty brown or maybe chestnut color; hard to tell in the dark but she could tell that it was bridled and saddled already making her wonder where on earth its rider was. Frankly, she wanted to know where she was too. Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant scream of some sort of animal in the distance; it didn't sound like any animal she'd heard before outside of horror movies and the scream made shivers of discomfort roll down her spine making her instinctively rise to her feet and inch closer to the horse that stood alert and waiting in the moonlight that filtered through the gaps of clouds in the sky. 

The sound of crunching twigs and underbrush echoed around her making her unable to pinpoint where it was coming from between the distance screams of some sort of animal or creature in the darkness and the area she was in. Her heart hammered in her chest as she swallowed thickly and reached up to place a shaking hand on the horse's reigns; expecting to leap up onto its back and ride away as fast as possible if need be. She didn't know where she was and she wasn't going to risk having a bear or wolf attack her in these woods; what a pathetic way to die after waking up muddy, wet, and cold in the middle of nowhere. Another twig snapped right behind her and she screamed a little while spinning around on her heels just in time to see a large mass barrel towards her. The impact forced the air from her lungs in a painful rush as a large and heavy mass of fur collided with her. A pair of golden eyes stared down at her as white sharp teeth poised over her face threateningly. She was going to die and she was going to die mutilated by a wolf just like she feared. But she didn't. Instead, the weight shifted and a wet nose pressed against her cheek inquisitively making her whimper a little and peek open an eye to stare at the wolf in front of her. Wait, why did it look so familiar? The beast crawled off of her with its tail wagging a little and sat down allowing her to fully take in the large animal. It wasn't a wolf. Well, not a full-bred wolf anyways. She knew those eyes right away and a rush of relief flooded her as she flung her arms around the wolf's thick neck and hugged him.

"Killua!" she breathed a relieved sigh as she nuzzled her face into his grey neck fur. The wolfdog that she remembered seemed to be a lot bigger than she remembered him back home and looked a little more wolfish than normal too. She frowned pulling back to study him; he was her Killua but he looked so much like his mother right now with his wolfish features.

As she studied him his demeanor changed quickly as he suddenly rose to his paws and took a few steps over her as if shielding the woman whilst his lips drew back in a warning snarl and his coarse fur stood up on end to make himself look twice as big as he usually was. Olivia tensed as she grasped fistfuls of his fur and buried her face into his side as if trusting him to hide her. The scream of whatever was in front of them pierced her ears so loudly she had to clasp her hands over her ears and she whimpered crouching into herself. Killua snarled right back and leaped towards the ugliest creature Olivia had ever seen; it looked like something out of a fantasy horror movie or something as the large dark form of her wolfdog collided with the weird spiderlike-figure in front of them. Teeth snapped and tore into black flesh as dagger-like fingers swiped back and forth trying to dislodge the large mass clinging to its body. Olivia's blue eyes widened and she felt the air leave her lungs as she watched helplessly as her animal best friend fought off a monster for her safety. 

Feeling as if she had to do something she reached for a large jagged stick by her side on the ground and grasped the thick wood she began rising to her feet. Just as the unknown beast flung Killua off causing him to be slammed into a tree making him let out a pained yelp and a crunch of bones. Olivia's eyes widened and a fire of fury filled her chest as she gripped the sharp stick like a spear and bolted for the ugly thing as it turned its back on her to finish off her mutt. Not on her watch! But a human woman and a stick wouldn't do much against such a creature which was well learned in a split second as the beast turned around hearing her battle cry of fury and turned to her; swiping its tail at her making the connection with her side and flinging her off to the side. She tumbled and rolled a few times before skidding to a halt against a rock. She coughed up the mixture of bile and blood that rose to her throat at the intense flare of pain in her entire body. She felt like gasoline had been poured into her veins as she struggled to rise. A mass of red spread quickly into her shirt across her side and a glance down spoke volumes of why. A large jagged hole gushed blood from her side every time she moved to light her flesh in fire and pain each time. She swallowed thickly and looked back up towards the beast that stalked towards her before looking towards Killua who lay struggling to rise after being impaled by a branch of the tree he had been flung into.

A pain flared in her heart worse than the wound on her side. Her lip quivered as she realized that Killua was probably dying right now and she was going to die too in this unknown cold place. She tried her best at least right? That's all that counted. She winced lying against the boulder behind her and gave a faint smile that spoke of her surrender to the inevitable. She closed her eyes expecting to feel more pain. She expected some tearing of flesh, broken bones, and pain that did not come as expected but instead, she heard a distant scream at the back of her mind as her consciousness was fogging up her mind from the rapid loss of blood. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe...Her eyes fluttered open to peer one last time through cloudy vision just in time to see the creature struggling against a figure; a human figure that wielded a sword against its defenses and was cutting the beast down. She saw a shock of white, a gleam of mental, and the last thing she remembered was a pair of golden eyes staring down at her right before her eyes fell shut and her mind went blank.

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[ducki-tales]

reposting a discord rp call:

hello! doing another rp 1x1 search because i forgot my email on the other account and moved over here:

          im duckie 26, she/her, est! i only write with writes 21+ in just about any kind of plot that seems exciting at the time. i don’t follow too many fandoms but definitely dont mind writing

              cc x cc

              cc x oc

              oc x oc (in a certain verse ex. hogwarts)

        i usually go for angsty plots that really take a dive into a story, slice of life is fun and i dont min jumping into it but i always find that it runs dry after the main goal of the plot is covered. so, i just want to feel excited doing headcanons and coming up with the next chapter of the plot while being able to build up our characters and really experience the fun of writing!              im not a stickler on activity, i’m usually around a lot but will never push for replies, i just would like to know if you’re more of a busy person that the activity might not be as frequent, which is perfectly fine with me!       some plots i go for:

          forbidden love

          age gaps (all above 21+)

          domestic fluff

          bad boy / innocent girl

          best friend to lovers

          mafia plots

          supernatural (the genre not the show lol)

          it’s cozy halloween season so give me fall vibes, give me creepy horror mystery! i want to feel the fun of the season with maybe a ghost hunting team, scooby doo style mystery solvers, or a haunted apartment and they are neighbors just trying to figure out what’s going on       (hear me out. a match maker who recently passed away and instead of creepy haunts... they are determined to get two neighbors together after seeing they would be great together!?)

i don’t really have a set of fcs i use or prefer writing against, really it’s who i feel fits the vibe of what we are going for, i write both male and female fcs so we can switch it up!                disclaimer: i do write NSFW but i am not expecting it, if you are comfortable with smut that’s great but if not don’t stress it’s not my top priority

like this or message me in my dms and we can plot something fun out!

yes! this is just a repost but i have been wanting to get some more experience plotting and doing 1x1 plots 

some fcs that i love writing: oscar isaac, jeremy allen white, david castaneda, tom holland, skeet ulrich, miles teller, jordan connor, charles melton, henry golding, kendrick sampson, henry cavill, dacre montgomery ashley moore, christina nadin, madeline petsch, madelyne cline, imogen poots, ana de armas

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[cherrybloomn]

Delicate - Chapter 4

Alright guys, so here it comes.  I am not really sure if anyone is reading this story, but for me it’s a great joy of writing it. I’m not much of a writer, but it’s a nice thing to give it a go. If there is anyone that would like to be tagged, let me know and I will. As for now there’s no tag list as I’m not really sure anyone reads this, lol

Once again, HUGE thank you for my most wonderful beta and supporters @musings-sans-muse​ and @shellbilee​ <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Warnings: strong language, (it’s a slow burn so.. no more warnings as for now), a bit of a breakdown. 

Music inspiration: ( as I really love to discover all the music inspirations here on Tumblr, I’ve decided to put all the songs/music that have inspired me to write) -

1) Jacob Banks & Louis the Child - Diddy Bop -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxcsoynCkPk

2) Olafur Arnolds - Poland - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIq55s61KAE

3) Ruelle, Fleurie - Carry you -  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i39fan8ow-o

Storyline: Naomi Poesy is a TV host of the show about acting and contemporary cinema. She is living life to the fullest, but for some reason she promised herself, she will never do any relationships. Much to her surprise she befriends one of her guests. Will she keep her promise?

30th of July, 2020

Naomi was driving her car home from her pure barre classes, when her phone rang. She quickly switched the Bluetooth on and pressed the dial button.

“Hello, boy. How are you doing? It’s your last Friday of freedom! Are you still in London or have you already got to the countryside?”

Henry chuckled. “Thank you I’m actually doing very fine. I can’t wait to get back to work. Finally. I’m in the countryside already. I’m throwing a small party tonight. Just closest friends. Shisha included. Hope you’re on board. Colin said he could pick you up.”

It took Naomi a minute to answer that question, as she was distracted by other drivers’ weird actions on the road.

“What the fuck is he doing!” She looked to her right and gave the driver sitting in the other car the scary look. “Oh, sorry. The party. Yes. Well, no. I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I’d love to though, really. I know we won’t be able to meet for a couple of weeks now, but BBN has a new CEO. Tonight there’s this introductory dinner. I have to be there. To be honest I don’t really know how I feel about it. This guy is so… disturbing. He visited us two days ago and said that he would announce who is going to end their journey with BBN, and I quote,“Some of you have nothing to add to the company”.

“Naomi, come on! You don’t really think you are one of these people! You are nominated to the TV Rising Star Award! Come on!  But when itcomes to your presence at the party, well, I won’t deny I’m a little bit disappointed. I hoped we’d see each other tonight. But I do understand of course. Please let me know tomorrow how the dinner went. Oh, and I am keeping my fingers crossed on Monday. I sincerely think you do deserve to win the award.”

“Thanks. Alright, so, have a great time in the evening and don’t get stoned!”

“Thanks…” There was a short silence between them, Naomi felt like he wanted to add something more, but he didn’t, so she finally broke the silence:

“Ok. Oh, and Hen… I will sincerely miss you. I know how tight your schedule is” she stopped for a brief moment to rethink if she should ask for that, but decided to do so, and continued with soft voice “but just call me from time to time.”

“If I didn’t know you, I would have thought you fell in love with me, or something.” He joked.

Naomi smiled “Hm. I’m just curious. What makes you feel like you know me?” She asked playfully and grinned like a Cheshire cat at her question.

“Should I read between lines??” Naomi could only imagine him raising his eyebrow with the cheeky smile on his face.

“I don’t know. It’s you who said you knew me.” She giggled. “Ok, that’s enough. I’m almost at home, so I need to end this wonderful conversation. Keep in touch.”

“Absolutely. Now that you’ve admitted to falling for me, touching is inevitable.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and exclaimed quickly “Oh dear god, you did not just say that!” And also added with laughter: “Bye!”. She ended the conversation.

To fall in love with. Whatever being in love means. Naomi thought about it for a while. She didn’t really remember what that meant, how it felt. Was she in love with anyone right now? She knew she wasn’t in love with her fuck friend – James. Henry – on the other hand – was important to her. She thought about him every evening beforeshe went to sleep, she thought about him every morning. His messages made her smile, and the thought of their meeting made her feel warm inside. She knew that with every meeting, she wanted more – longer conversations, just one more movie to watch, another joke to share, another (un)accidental touch. She shivered at each thought of his touch. It has always been so casual and innocent, yet so powerful and soothing. Oh, fuck. Enough of this. He’s so not my type. Her own thoughts terrified her, so she tried to push them away.

***

The evening came very fast. Enveloped in a black, knee-length, silky dress by Dior and Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel, Naomi found herself in a cab on the way to the dinner. Her hair was styled in soft waves and her lips painted red. She was very stressed about losing her job, but tried to do as much as possible to make herself presentable and appealing. What a pathetic circus– she thought.

Just before leaving the cab Naomi fixed her makeup. She entered the Ritz, and quickly headed to the hostess, who waited to lead the guests to the tables. The young girl welcomed her with a glass of champagne, which Naomi politely accepted. She took a small sip. Let the shit show begin. Both women headed to the small room just behind the main chamber of the restaurant. Much to Naomi’s surprise the CEO was already sitting at the small table prepared for two. His posture was relaxed, his jacket hung over the backrest of the chair. He must have been waiting here for some time. He was a handsome man in his fifties, but his mischievous smirk was very disturbing. He didn’t bother to stand up to welcome Naomi.

“There you are! Our shining little star. Our nominee. Come closer, darling. Let me finally take a proper look at you.” He beckoned her. Naomi approached him and extended her hand for a professional handshake.

“Mr McKenzie, very nice to meet you.” She faked her sweetest smile and looked around. “Where’s everybody? I was sure I'd heard it was a meeting with all of the presenters.”

“Surprise, surprise!” He exclaimed and took a sip of his whiskey. “Darling I want to talk with you and only you. YOU are our future. I want to transfer you to the news section and make you the main news presenter. Excited?” He looked her up and down. “Turn around”.

“Excuse me..?” She looked at him with her eyes wide open. That request caught her off guard. She quickly looked around. All of the tables were occupied, and Naomi felt like everyone’s eyes were settled on them.

“Darling I said just turn around for me. I want to see you.”

The shit-show indeed. Naomi slowly sat down in front of her boss, never ceasing to look him in the eyes. “No, Mr McKenzie. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” She gave him a sly smile.

“Disobedient. I don’t like disobedience.” He slowly poured whiskey to the empty glass standing on Naomi’s side, and after filling it with the liquid he handed it to her. “Here’s to our new news star.” He took his glass of whiskey and clicked her glass. With his other hand he grabbed her chin and turned her head to her right side and then back to the centre, forcing her to look at him. “You’re so perfect. I will make a star of you. Just be good and obedient.” He let go of her chin and sat comfortably in his chair.

Naomi, usually so outspoken and forward, didn’t know what to say. At the very moment she felt exposed. Vulnerable. Fragile. Lonely.

“Mr McKenzie, I’m sorry but I don’t really see our cooperation like this. I am very grateful for the given opportunity, but I really love my show, and I have put so much effort to make it work. People like it, the guests like it. It’s not just another talk show, it touches important issues in theatre and film industry, it gives information about acting methods. I think it’s very refreshing and I have only got positive feedback from our viewers. We also have the social media account and the show has the biggest number of active followers. People like it and they associate the show with me. I wouldn’t like to give it to anyone else. I feel like it’s my child.”

“Naomi. I don’t really give a fuck about the number of viewers or comments made by spoiled, cocaine addict celebrities. This show is running to its end and you either become the face of the evening news on my terms, or you can consider yourself jobless.”

“Well, if so… I guess you will have the one and only chance to look at my ass, just as you wanted to. I’m sorry, but I can’t take this offer.” She half whispered all these words. She worked very hard on her composure, but inside she felt like bursting out. She quickly stood up, held her bag and left the restaurant. Just when she caught the taxi and sat inside, the tears started running down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she was deprived of her beloved child, just because someone decided to destroy it.

She gave the taxi driver her home address but after just a minute she changed her destination. Henry.

An hour later, she was standing at the door of Henry’s rented countryside house. She could hear laughter and screams from the inside. She slowly wiped her tears away, trying not to destroy the remains of her makeup. It must have been destroyed, as she felt her cheeks burning from crying. She took a deep sigh and knocked a couple of times. After what it felt like eternity, Henry opened the door.

“Naomi! You made it!” He looked her up and down “You look absolutely amazing! What a sexy dress. It’s more of a sweatpants party, but no worries. You will fit just perfectly.” Henry was in a very good mood, which made her smile a little. When he asked her in, he noticed her puffy eyes. Suddenly he got all serious and frowned at her. “Hey, come here.” He wrapped his big arms around her. He started to gently stroke her back with his left hand, and with the right one, he moved her hair to the side and placed the palm of his hand on the nape of her neck, pushing her even closer towards himself. When he felt that she started sobbing into his chest, he rested his chin on her head. “Do you want to talk?’ He asked gently.

“Not now.” was all she was able to say.

“Henners it’s your turn! What the fuck are you doing with the pizza deliv…” One of Henry’s friends ran into the hall, to check what was going on. “Ouch.. it doesn’t look like pizza delivery.. Sorry, sorry. Take your time guys. I’ve seen nothing.” He quickly got back to the living room. “Hey guys it’s not pizza delivery, it’s a lady!”

The comment kind of lifted Naomi’s spirit. She cry-laughed, and stepped backwards, breaking the embrace. “I’m sorry. Thank you.” She extended her hand and touched his arm. “Thank you. I feel much better now. We’ll talk later, ok? I need to relax. And I should change. I feel so overdressed.”

“Of course. I have my ex’s leggings and t- shirts here, if you want you can wear them. How about me preparing a good drink for you and you in the meantime taking a hot shower and changing?”

“Sounds perfect.” She said with a weak voice and gave him a faint smile. She looked defeated. She felt defeated. After a minute Henry brought her a pair of leggings and white tank top. Naomi took her time in the shower, she then fixed her makeup, dressed up and headed to the living room.

“Hello everyone. To those of you I don’t know yet, I’m Naomi” She smiled and waved her hand. She knew some of Henry’s friends, as they have all met a couple of times at the parties.

When the time passed, this small gathering made Naomi feel much better. Some got burnt down with shisha and weed. One of Henry’s mates was taking the piss at Henry being referred to as “daddy” on the Internet. Another one of his friends, excited with this news, went on the literotica website, picked up some spicy story and both guys started to read it aloud pretending it was about Henry. Naomi found it extremally stupid, but couldn’t stop laughing. Henry was just rolling his eyes and smiling, he was obviously embarrassed.

“Alright, enough!” He shouted after a minute and everyone got silent.

“Oh my god, Henry. That was so dominant” Naomi purred in a seductive voice and everyone started to laugh dramatically. Naomi just couldn’t breathe. “I’m so sorry, oh god. This is too good.” She covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry…but I have just found out about that kink I had no idea about!”

At around 2 am, when everyone left, Naomi sat with Henry in the kitchen. She told him about her evening. He didn’t talk much, but was very supportive. He was listening to her carefully. He furrowed his brows and grabbed her hand. “I’m really sorry.” He whispered. They talked about it for another hour, and Naomi finally said: “Alright. I’ve got to go. Not that I need to prepare to work or anything, but still.” She laughed bitterly. In the meantime she ordered the Uber.

“You can stay, you know that.” He was still holding her hand gently brushing the inside of her palm with his thumb. Once she realized that, Naomi quickly withdrew her hand and stood up.

“No, you need to get rest before the big day.” Naomi grabbed her dress and high heels and headed to the main hall. Henry followed her.

Once Naomi went out, Henry stopped her by holding her wrist and said “Girl, don’t worry. You are strong. You’ll survive”. He kissed her on the cheek. “Let me know when you arrive home.”

These two sentences crushed Naomi’s heart. She’s heard it before and she’d never forget it. You are strong. You will survive.

As a child, Naomi’s biggest dream was to become the Principal of the Royal Ballet. At the age of three, she started her first ballet classes. She was a natural, and not long after she was accepted to the national ballet school. She was very talented. This is why she started to work in the Royal Opera House at the age of 12.

One summer Naomi had an accident. She fell down from a tree and crushed her ribs and knee. She also suffered a spinal injury. She had to have an operation. She had to spend two months in the hospital.

In the last week of Naomi’s hospital stay, her beloved teacher – Mrs Selena Kurylenko visited her. When Naomi’s mentor entered the room, she quickly exclaimed: “I just cannot wait to get back to school and on stage!”.

Selena Kurylenko sat on the small chair next to the bed. “Naomi. What are you talking about, my silly girl? You are not going back to school, child. After this accident, you will never dance again as a ballet dancer. I only came to bring your stuff and say goodbye.” She said with her thick, Russian accent. Mrs Kurylenko put a small bag on the counter next to the bed. “Your pointe shoes. Keep it as a souvenir.”

Even as a grownup Naomi still perfectly remembered the chills running down her spine on that very moment.  The chills that felt like needles. She still remembered Mrs Kurylenko’s last words: “It’s a shame your mother didn’t tell you that you won’t go back to school. She is a weak woman. Unlike you, Naomi. You are strong. You always have been, and you always will be. You will survive”.

You will survive. Naomi just nodded, said goodbye to Henry and quickly sat inside the car, which had arrived.  The driver asked for the place of destination, but she did not hear him. She hid her face in her palms, and couldn’t help crying. She was so fed up with everyone expecting her to be the strong one.

Suddenly she heard someone knocking on the window, which was followed by opening the car door. She quickly wiped her tears and looked at Henry leaning his shoulder on the opened door.

“I’m sorry, I just needed a moment for myself.” She said to both Henry and the driver.

“Naomi, get your ass out of the car.” Henry turned to the driver “I am very sorry for that situation. Here’s for the drive.” He gave the driver some money. “My friend is a little burned down and it’s better she stayed here. Thank you very much for your service.” Henry extended his hand to help Naomi out of the car. “Come on, get out.”

Reluctantly she went out of the car. The driver was a bit puzzled, but quickly disappeared, probably thinking that the party must have been pretty rough.

Henry raised his eyebrow at her and wrapped his arm around her “Come”.

“Noo.. I’m going home.” Naomi said with a small smile and tried to get out of his embrace. It was more of a tease than a real need to break the embrace of course.

He didn’t let her go and tightened his embrace. He also leaned forward and whispered into her hair: “Don’t push your limit baby girl, daddy will be pissed.” He gave her the strict gaze, but after a split second both of them burst out with laughter.

“This is sooo wrong Henry! So wrong!” She said, shaking her head. She finally got out of his embrace and went inside the house.

They’d been watching the most ridiculous horror movie, and at some point Naomi dozed off on the armchair she was sitting at. She woke up at around 4 am, and with sleepy eyes she looked at Henry, who was lying on his side on the sofa. He must have fallen asleep too. She slowly and silently knelt on the floor in front him and studied his face for a moment. He wasn’t her type, but sure thing he was an extremely attractive man. Naomi smiled at the sight of his curls getting into his eyes. She gently moved a strand of his hair to the side. “Are you sleeping..?” She half whispered. He didn’t react. “Hm.. maybe that’s true what you’ve said in the morning. Maybe I am falling for you after all. Too bad it would never work out though.” She stood up, and covered him with the blanket hanging on the sideboard of the sofa. Afterwards, she called the Uber, and once it arrived, she went home.

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[f10werfae]

Reader and Henry Cavill come home with their new baby and they give a gift (Witcher or Superman teddy) to Kal saying it’s from the baby so they can include Kal🙏🏻💕 also protective Henry and Kal🙏🏻💕

Brother Bear ☁️

Pairing: Husband! Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 854

Fluff

Summary: Henry and Y/n adjust to their new life with their newborn baby boy ♥️

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

I watched Henry pack the last of my clothes into my duffle bag, while I strapped in baby Charlie into his new carrier. Henry was adamant that I was not to lift a finger while my body was still recovering, and who was I to complain?

Hearing Charlie start to coo, a smile formed on my lips, he definitely got Henry's looks. His vibrant eyes curiously looked about the room, the temptation got to me and I unstrapped him and chose to carry him for a while.

While Charlie was cradled in my arms, my heart swelled with joy; Henry walked over smiling at us, before leaning down and kissing me softly and picking up Charlie.

“Hello lad, you ready to come home? I know your big brother Kal will be so excited to meet you” Henry cooed strapping Charlie back into his carrier, stepping back he slung the bag across his body. Carrying the carrier in one hand and holding my hand in the other, we left the hospital walking towards our car.

Opening the back seat door, I set Charlie's carrier onto the seat and started to secure it with the seat belt. When all of a sudden I felt Henry's hands grab mine and pull me away from doing so, “Lovie, I told you I don’t want you doing anything that can tire you, especially after such a hard labour”

He said lovingly, his hands placed on my waist with a concerned look upon his face. I gave in, sighing and nodded letting him strap Charlie in while I sat in the front passenger seat.

After he was done Henry started putting our bags in the boot, turning around in my seat I looked at Charlie, his mitten covered hands flailing about as he gargled happily.

Soon enough Henry joined me in the front, his one hand on the steering wheel, the other placed on my thigh as usual.

“Let’s head home baby” He said looking at the side mirror, backing out of the car park and starting our drive back home.

(Time Skip to Home)

Pulling into our driveway the nerves started to bubble up and Henry could sense that, “Something wrong love?”

“What if Kal and Charlie don’t get along Hen?”

“Don’t think like that, if anything Kal will be ecstatic that he’s gonna have a new playmate”

“Yeah, I guess so”

“Plus we have a plan anyway, don’t you worry”

I nodded at his reassuring words as he pulled me in for a quick kiss before we both got out, with me carrying Charlie's carrier and Henry getting our hospital bags.

Opening the front door, we instantly heard the pitter patter of Kal's paws approaching us. I smiled at the scent of our home, feeling the comfort overtake me immediately.

“Hey buddy, go wait in the loving room, come on, i’ll introduce you in a second” Henry said whistling as he walked into the living room, Kal following behind him, although before that Kal sniffed the baby carrier in my hand clearly excited.

I set the carrier down on the kitchen counter and picked up Charlie cuddling him into my chest. Walking into the living room, I saw Henry opening the gift bag and pulling out a superman dog teddy, one that squeaks.

Kal's eyes lit up watching Henry squeeze the toy in his hand.

Henry got down on his knees looking at me then petting Kal's head, coaxing him with the toy, “Now Kal, this toy is from your new brother Charlie, so play with him nicely okay? You have to look after him too”

Slowly walking over, I also got down onto my knees in front of Kal who now had the toy in his mouth. I support Charlie with one arm under his body and my other hand under his head, as calm as possible I let Kal sniff Charlie so he could get used to his scent.

Kal sniffed for a good few seconds before sitting, a smile forming on Henry and I's face. I pulled Charlie back up to my chest, now cradling him properly.

“I told you it’d go well babe” Henry said pulling me into his side, kissing my temple tenderly and putting his hand underneath mine, helping me hold Charlie.

(Time Skip a few months)

(Henry’s P.O.V)

Hearing Charlie start to murmur on the baby monitor, I sauntered out of bed not wanting to wake Y/n up again. I walked into the nursery, only to stop in the doorway.

Kal had beaten me there, Charlie had now stopped and was instead reaching his chubby hands out of the crib letting Kal lick them.

“He is such a Kal's boy” I heard a groggy voice behind me, looks like my wife had gotten out of bed, well done Henry.

“Yes, yes he is love” I said sighing happily, as Y/n wrapped her hands around my torso laying her head on my chest as I rubbed her back under her shirt soothingly. Watching the adorable scene in front of us, knowing it was only the start of an amazing relationship.

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#5

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I got Marshall 😏😏 who did you get?

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#3

Mornings

Henry x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Unprotected sex (p in v) Oral (male receiving and female receiving). shower sex. 

Word count: 1,368

As the morning light peeked through the curtain Henry awoke with a yawn and a stretch. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then reaching out to feel you. How did you get to the other side of the bed without him following? You were facing away from him, hands under your face and legs slightly bent up. He sneaked over to you burying his face into the crook of your neck and reaching his hand around your waist up to your breasts. You were wearing a light top and panties. Too warm for anything else and being next to Henry was like having your own fire in the bed.

Pulling the string of your top down off your shoulder as his lips followed. His hand slowly moves down your body. He gently moved your leg out so that he could get to your clothed core. His whole hand covered and squeezed you before he slowly brought his hand up to your clit moving in slow circles. You inhale deeply and moan as you exhale, his lips on your neck again. Your hips start to move against his hand, your hand on top of his applying a little bit more pressure. He grinded himself against your ass, you could feel his morning wood against your ass. You push yourself back against him, he groaned ad he bit into your shoulder. His other hand sneaks under you and he lays it across your chest, pulling you against his chest as his hand slips down your panties. His delicate touch against you, his breath on your neck, his hard cock rubbing against your ass.

Turning in his arms to face him, looking into those big blue eyes rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip. His hands roam all over your body. Melting into his kiss, hands full of his dark curls. Bringing your leg over his hip and slowly moves his hand to your ass cheek. Pushing him onto his back, you climb on top of him grinding yourself against his erection and his hips buck up against you in return. Trailing kisses from his neck to his chest, slowly moving lower down his body. Another groan leaves his mouth as your breast brushes over his rock-hard cock. It almost looks painful to be that hard. Starting to rub him as you go lower. Finally, pull his boxers down freeing him from his cage and slowly taking him into your mouth. His hands in your hair hold it back out of the way so that he can see all of the show you are putting on for him.

Taking him as deep as you can and swirl your tongue around his tip when you came back up. Making his body jerk as you suck on his sensitive tip. His hand went from your hair to your neck to pull you back up to his lips. He lay you down using his knee to open your legs as he lay on top of you. Trailing kisses from your neck to your chest and removing your top. Kissing down the valley of your breasts, then over to suck on your nipple while his hand played with the other. As he moves further down your body he slips your panties off and throws them somewhere in the room. He kisses all up along your legs till he is at your soaking wet core. He rubs his finger through your folds watching you as you squirm. Finally, he takes your clit into his mouth, fuck that felt good. His tongue lapping at your taste, he flattens his tongue against you and licks up and moans as he sucks on your clit again. The vibrations go through you like a shock of electricity.

His finger enters you and you arch off the bed, your hand finding his hair. He could stay there all day if he wanted to. You notice him rutting against the mattress. You sit up taking him by his chin and kissing him, tasting yourself. He hovers over you as you line his cock up with your entrance, dragging the tip of his cock through your juices. He slowly pushes himself into you, your breath quickens as he fills you up. Once he's fully in, he stays still, giving your walls a chance to accommodate his large member.  He peppers kisses over your neck and collar bones. Taking his face in your hands you give him a nod and kiss him and he begins to move. Slowly at first, feeling every inch of him. You're moaning into his ear getting louder as he speeds up. The noise of skin slapping against skin as you want him to go harder. His head is buried into the crook of your neck as he bites and sucks at you.

He feels you getting close, your pussy clenching around him and tugging in his hair as you come to your climax. The sight of you out of breath from pleasure is one of his rewards, Laying him down on the bed you climb on top of him, lining yourself up again and slowly sinking down onto him. His eyes closed and his mouth open. You kiss him and start to ride him. He takes your thumb into his mouth, sucking and biting as you go faster. You lean back giving him a full view of his thick cock in your tight cunt. He bucks his hips in rhythm with you. He watches as you rub on your clit making you move faster. Both of your moans fill the bedroom. You can tell he is close. His fingers dug into your hips. Watching his face, his brows knitted together as you ride his dick. You couldn't help but cum, your pussy clenching around him again also bringing him to his climax. You love being full of him, he sits up and wraps his arms around you kissing you between your breasts to your neck. You stay like that for a while, his head on your chest as you play with his hair.

He lays you onto your side never letting go of you. You both just lay there for a while holding each other, him peppering kisses all over your body You look over to see the time, both of you have to get ready for the day. Prying yourself from his grip you leave him in bed to go shower. He watches you as you walk away and into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower you wash your body and then your hair. As you rinse off the shampoo you feel hands on your hips. His hands roaming your body. He grabs you by your neck from behind and brings his mouth to your ear.

"I'm not finished with you yet"

He spins you around and holds you against the shower wall. His knee kicks apart your legs as his hand cups your core. His fingers move in rough circles around your clit. His head against yours as you start to moan and bite your lip. Grabbing your leg, hooking it over his hip while rubbing his cock against your pussy then pushing himself into you fully, filling you whole. He's not giving you time to adjust this time as he's already pounding you. Grunting into you with every thrust, biting and sucking at the skin on your neck. You reach down to rub your clit but he takes your hand away and pins it above your head. His thrusts got harder, deeper, faster. You can't hold it any longer and you clench around him. Your moans fill the bathroom sending him over the edge also. His eyes closed tight as he cums. Your clenching pussy milking his cock for everything he's got. His breath was harsh against your lips. You gave him a final kiss before leaving him in the shower. He didn't like that, he held onto your hand trying to drag you back into his arms.

You left the bathroom to dry off and get dressed. When he was finished he went to the bedroom and found a note from you stuck on the mirror.

"See you at 7. Be naked. Love you!"

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#2

Bad dates with good outcomes

Henry x female reader

word count: 1,351

Warnings: oral (f receiving)  unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up!)

Notes: feedback is always welcome!

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Slamming the door to your apartment and leaning against it with your eyes closed "Fuck sake!"

"Date didn't go well?"

you jumped at the deep voice.

"Oh sorry Henry, I thought you were out tonight too"

"Nah, decided to stay in. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, date was an asshole. Made me pay and took the leftovers for him and his roommate"

"You have got to be joking! Where did you find this guy?"

"I'm telling ya, last time I used a dating app!"

You and Henry have been roommates for a couple of months. He does be gone most of the time with work. You walked into the little kitchenette for some water, slamming the doors of the cabinets and filling your glass.

"I'm so fucking done, think I'm gonna become a lesbian"

"Don't give up so easily"

"No I'm done, tonight was the worst date ever and my fuck buddy is out of town"

"That idiot? Wow, maybe you should date girls" He laughs as he leans against the counter. You hit him playfully on the chest

"Ryan is... nice.."

Henry narrows his eyes "Hmm, nice"

"Oh shut up Henry!"

"So you just need a good fuck?"

You almost spit your water out. He slowly makes his way over to you. Closing the space between you.

"Are you gonna swallow that?

You swallow the water and leave your glass down. His arms trap you in your space as he takes in the dress you are wearing, loving how it hugs you in all the right places.

"You do know, that you deserve way more than just a good fuck" His eyes meet yours.

"Your fuck buddy"

"His name is Ryan"

"Ryan doesn't get the job done"

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[angryschnauzer]

The Devil Inside You

Summary: He wants you to dance for him and you can’t say no. He’s in charge and not to be argued with, he’s the devil.

Fandom: Non-specific. The male character is never identified or named, i imagined him as Henry Cavill in perhaps August Walker guise, but it could work for any male.

Pairing: August Walker Mob Boss Devil x Female Reader (No one is named)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Nudity, Suggested Prostitution, Exotic Dancer, Fingering, Performing Sex Acts, Sybian/Riding Dildo, Oral Sex/Blowjob, Choking/Airplay, Cum swallowing, Devils/Demons.

Wordcount: 1485

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The Devil Inside You

The marble floors were slippery from being freshly polished, the heels of your sky high sandals struggling to make traction as you tried to keep up with the enormous man that had come to get you from where you’d been getting ready in the dressing room with the other girls. You had known it would eventually be your turn, your turn to be called into the luxury offices above the club in the ancient building, to entertain him.

He owned the club. He owned the city. He was in charge of everyone and everything. Even if you didn’t know it, he knew what was going on everywhere. Politicians bowed to his every request, law officials couldn’t touch him. Whatever was thrown would never stick as he had eyes everywhere. There were rumours of course, whispers of a darkness that surrounded him, of his way of being able to reply to an argument before it’s even said. Something dwelled behind those eyes, the pale blue making you think of an icy cage on the occasion you’d caught a glance of him as he’d been passing through the club whilst you’d been on stage.

The enormous goon in front of you turned and let out a short puff of frustration at your inability to keep up with his long strides.

“Okay okay, i’ve only got little legs and these floors are slippery in these heels”

“Rubbish, i’ve seen you wrap those legs around a pole and strut your stuff in heels higher than those…” his eyes raked up and down your body; “...In less clothing”

You went to retort back but a foreign noise caught your tongue before you could speak.

I’m waiting.

Both you and the goon turned towards the closed door ahead of you, the colour draining from his face;

“You’d better get in there, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting”

He stepped aside and let you approach the door, the handle making your hand seem tiny as you turned it and stepped into the room. 

It was as if time kept jumping ten seconds at once. You were in the middle of the room but had no recollection of stepping through the door or shutting it behind you. He sat on a low seat next to the window, the pale light of day illuminating his strong features. He was impeccably dressed, an expensive suit clung to every part of his body, then the jacket open and he was sitting back, you were stood at his feet. His gaze was hypnotic and it sent a chill down your spine.

“Don’t be scared Little One”

His voice surprised you, deep and soft, it licked at your senses like an cold mist, whisps of smoke curling around you. His hand captured your own, pulling you towards him as he smoothed the palm of his other over the back of your hand;

“You’re shaking. You’ll be ok, its just us in here”

That’s what scared you the most. You felt like you were in the lions den, the reputation of the beast before you the most you feared. Finally finding your voice you spoke;

“I was told you wanted a dance? But there is no music…”

“There will be music to my ears” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth; “Now, let me see…”

He nodded to your robe and released your hands, his own moving to the silk tie at your waist, pulling the strings and letting it fall open. He sat back to appreciate what he saw, the expensive lingerie that had been delivered to you just an hour before, what little ribbon and lace there was not covering anything, instead it framed your assets. 

Entranced by his gaze, you found yourself letting the robe fall into a pile on the floor, the cool silk draping over your feet. With feather light touch his fingertips danced over the bare skin of your hip down to your knee, before they travelled up your inner thigh. The first touch of his finger against your bare lips caused a gasp of surprise to escape your mouth, but as he rubbed his thick fingers through your swollen petals which were devoid of panties, you hummed as sparks started to ignite in your belly and your arousal grew. Pressing the back of his hand just above your clit, he parted two fingers and ran his thumb over the sensitive pearl, drawing it out from beneath its hood, teasing it - and you - until you felt your leg start to shake. Then he stopped and sat back, a move that caught you by surprise.

“I think you’re ready to dance now” he nodded his head, indicating something behind you. 

Turning you were surprised to find a small leather footstool behind you, maybe a foot long and half as much wide. But was was glaringly obvious now was what you would be dancing on, the thick phallus that rose from the centre. The piece of obscene furniture hadn’t been there when you’d entered the room, and no-one had come or gone since you’d arrived. 

A voice in your head tugged at your subconscious, telling you to move and that you knew exactly what you were expected to do. Straddling it, you slowly dipped down, a move you’d done many times in front of many people, but then it had only been to simulate the act, never to actually do it. His ministrations had left you soaked, so as the blunt tip nudged at your folds it slid through them easily, bumping against your clit. Lowering yourself you whimpered as the thickness stretched your velvet channel. Barely two inches in and you could lower yourself no further, instead with some seasoned dexterity you moved to your knees, first one then the other as you braced your hands on the front edge of the padded leather and started to ride.

Your gaze was always trained on him, as he watched you perform the most private dance. With renewed vigour you took the shaft deeper, your juices flowing down your thighs and soaking the leather beneath you, the phallus seemed to grow and mould to your inner walls. To be on show like this in an act so private, yet being watched sent pleasure straight to your core, the rush enveloping your mind as your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut, it felt so good. 

A quiet huff of breath brought your attention back to the room, to the devil in front of you. His eyes now dark and beneath hooded eyes, his large hand palmed himself through his expensive suit. You rode harder and faster, and it was as if you were riding him. He rested his head back against the seat, fighting the urge to close his eyes and miss seeing your beautiful performance. 

You knew you were getting close, so when he suddenly stood it threw your rhythm off for a moment as he strode over to you and quickly unzipped himself, pulling his hard length from his pants. As he held the thick base his other hand moved to your throat, gripping you as he fed his wide mushroom head between your lips. 

“Ride. I want you to swallow what you do to me”

Never releasing your throat, instead he pressed a little harder, restricting your airflow just enough to tell you he was in complete control. It restricted your movements but you still bounced up and down on the shaft, all whilst he was deep in your mouth, the salty tang of his precome a tart reminder that he was close. With each rise of your hips it was as if you were riding him, yet he was overwhelming your senses, his voice in your thoughts as barriers between realities dissolved. 

Your body constricted as your orgasm hit, a white heat spreading through your core and enveloping your mind, but through it all you could feel the phallus move and jerk inside you, its movements identical to the way he filled your mouth, each spurt of his thick seed a delicacy on your tongue and a ghost in your womb. 

With a groan and in a moment of clarity he released his hands and took hold of your shoulders, to support you from falling and himself from the same. You fell against his thigh, the thick muscle warm and firm beneath the expensive fabric as he zipped himself up. He carefully lifted you from the device, carrying you like a bride as he exited the room and made his way to his chambers, doors seemingly opening and closing on their own.

“Sir, you have meetings this afternoon…” a voice called out.

“No, i do not”

“But it’s the Mayor”

“Definitely not”

In his arms the world narrowed, it was just him and you, his voice in your head.

The devil inside you.

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The Interview

A/N: I’m a sucker for Mr. Cavill. Love me, please. A little fluff for you all, because who couldn’t do with a little Henry fluff?

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff

These days were always hard for the both of you - it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy going to interviews and press, but the fact that the relationship between you had to stay secret, was killing you softly.

“I can just… Not lie.” Henry said, kissing you genty. You smiled into the kiss and let your palm rest against his face as you pulled away from him. “I can’t ask you to put it on the line. Besides, we both enjoy the privacy.” Henry chuckled.

“True, but I’d rather share this with the world.” He mumbled. You nodded, understanding him fully - you loved him with everything in you and you knew he did the same, so keeping it under wraps had been like torture. He sighed and looked at the clock.

“We better get going.” He kissed your hand and fixed his suit jacket. You grinned at him.

“You always do it crooked, come here.” You gestured at his tie and he let you fix it with fast fingers. “There. Perfect as ever.” You said happily.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” You said with a grin, voice muffled by his clothes.

“I love you.” He said with a clear and firm voice, as if it was all he needed to believe.

“Let’s go, before someone gets mad at us.”

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“Alright, now, season three of the Witcher, how exciting!” The female interviewer said, gesturing to the two of you on the couch. You both smiled, and you noticed Henry’s hand twitch slightly in your direction - you bit your lip, willing him with your mind to stay put and not grab you. Cameras were propped up in front of and on the side of you, capturing everything - even the smallest gesture would be noticed.

“Obviously, Henry, your Geralt is awesome and you can really feel how much you’ve enjoyed playing him and really expanding on his character. How has it been, getting back in the seat?” She asked. Henry smiled and looked at you.

“Really, really great. We’ve been able to expand way more on the original stories and I’ve been able to bring in a little from the games, and it’s been really wonderful just diving back in the world.” He grinned. “And for me, it’s nice going back to a character that I love so much.” You smiled at him and the interviewer turned to you with a smile.

“And you, you’re getting to really shine in this! How’s it been, stepping into this world and take on a new character, when all the rest have been so involved from the beginning?” You grinned.

“Absolutely terrifying, if I’m honest.” You laughed and Henry winked at you. “Uhm, no, I mean… Keira Metz is such a polarising character for many fans, and I also had some feelings about her, when I played the games, but I think it’s been really fun to kind of… Expand her a little from the morally grey area she normally is in.” You clapped Henry on the shoulder. “And Henry’s been a champ. I really loved working with him in an earlier project and he’s been such a great help with getting to know the motivations behind Keira and Geralt, especially their relationship.” You winked at him.

“WEll, they are very.. Wrapped up in each other’s destinies. I think it helped having worked with each other prior and also having a private relationship, because we’ve sort of known each other’s weaknesses.” You nodded with a soft smile at the interviewer.

“It also made some of the more intimate scenes a little less intimidating.” You smiled at Henry. “It’s a little less frightening when it’s with someone you know pretty intimately.” The interviewer laughed and clapped. You knew it would drive more talk and more PR-nightmares, but you couldn’t help but tease.

“So, with that said, is there any truth to it?” You grinned and Henry chuckled.

“To what?” She narrowed her eyes playfully and pointed at you both.

“There’s a little bird somewhere that told me that you two like to dally!” Henry guffawed.

“Dally? Have you heard, Y/N, we’re dallying now.” you laughed along, a slight sting in your heart at the lie, you were going to tell.

“I’d like to dally around, but y’know, we barely have time to eat.” you retorted. She sighed and smiled at you, clearly hoping to get something out of you.

“Okay, okay, is there anybody in your life? I know you don’t really talk about it, but there’s plenty of rumours going around, especially about you, Y/N.” You glanced at Henry, catching his eye and blushed.

“Oh!” The interviewer grinned and pointed at you. “There is!”

“Come on!” You tried to hide your face a little. “I can’t talk about it.” You finally said.

Henry butted in. “Actually, there’s something I need to get off my chest..” He said, grinning at you with glinting eyes and you knew, in that second, that no matter what he had promised his publicist, he was not going to keep it. The interviewer raised her eyebrows at him, barely concealed curiosity in her eyes. There had been a shift in the very air around you, full of expectation - even the cameramen were seemingly holding their breaths.

“Is this some sort of trick, where you end up giving me another talk about Warhammer?” She asked jokingly. Both you and Henry laughed.

“Not this time, although I think you’d enjoy it.” He answered with a grin. He was a nerd, through and through.

“He made me enjoy it very much.” you said with a wink. The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed, and Henry couldn’t contain a roar of laughter.

“Jesus, Y/N.” The interviewer laughed loudly and when it finally died down, she turned to Henry.

“Okay, so, you’ve got something to share? A little reveal, maybe?”

Henry smiled softly, glancing at you.

“See, I’ve been told it’s pretty bad to talk about it, but it seems as though it’s getting harder and harder to hide.”

“Oh, my lord!” The interviewer looked like she’d struck gold - which, to be fair, she had, considering the level of privacy Henry normally kept.

He smiled at the interviewer. “I always think of this one quote from Fitzgerald.” He glanced at you with soft eyes. ”I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.” You bit your lip - this man would be the death of you.

“You’re very well read, Henry.” The interviewer clearly tried to urge him on. “So, is that your way of saying you’re dating?” Henry glanced at you, a silent question in his eyes - it was now or never, and never seemed to be too long. You gave a barely discernible nod to him and he broke into a smile that could rival the sun.

“I am. It’s actually someone you’ve interviewed.” He said with a grin. You could practically see the gears turning in the interviewer’s head.

“Really?” She asked, prodding for more from him. He drew a deep breath and took your hand, weaving his fingers in between yours. You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face, and the small giggle that tumbled from your lips, as you heard your publicist groan behind the cameras.

“OH!” The interviewer pointed to your hands completely at a loss for words. You grinned and lifted your intertwined hands, kissed his knuckles before letting them fall to your lap.

“Oh, indeed.” You said.

“Why now? And how long?” The interviewer was one big smile - you understood why, seeing as the rumours about the two of you had been swirling around for years, since The Night Hunter had premiered, and it must be a scoop to be the one to get first news.

“Daring?” He asked, looking at you with a tender smile on his lips. You huffed.

“Oh, god, how long?” You thought it over for a while. “I think… It moved from a friendship to a little something more right at the end of filming Night Hunter, right?” He nodded and chuckled. “It’s kind of hard to avoid catching feelings for someone you’re pretending to be in love with and sleep with.” He said, winking at you. You nodded. “Before that, we were really just friends.” you said softly, remembering the first time he had asked you out - shirtless, under you with the cameras off, waiting to film another scene. You hadn’t even let him finish, before nodding like crazy and kissing him gently. You were fully in, heart and soul, from that first, stolen kiss.

“That’s a long while to hide it!” You both nodded. “Just about four years, almost.” He answered with a grin, his fingers softly squeezing yours. “Why now? I mean, you’ve gone four years without telling, so why decide now is the time?” She asked. You blushed as Henry ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Well, for one, it’s just a point of annoyance now. We want to share the small tidbits of our life with our fans, friends and family, and it’s become harder and harder to hide it.” You laughed at his face, wrought with annoyance.

“Since we live together, it’s become really, really hard to find rooms to take pictures or make Instagram stories in, because a lot of fans have started to recognize them.” You said with a chuckle.

“Well, that and the fact that wedding preparations will be extensively hard to hide.” He finally said. The room was silent, the words sinking in.

Then it exploded. Your publicist gasped loudly, grabbing her phone and furiously typed, while the interviewer and cameramen squealed, laughed and made several comments.

Henry simply kissed you, leaned his forehead against yours and whispered gently.

“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.”

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