[dankmemeuniversity]

[cyberfolktale]

Me cycling through all three, trying to find the one my brain's switched to:

[twicksterart-deactivated2022040]

I cant sleep if anything is switched on in my room. I can hear my phone when it’s charging and i can hear the frequency of the tv when its on standby

[chrisvhenc]

I've never felt so seen. I can hear the power passing by the cable of my phone charger, it's like the ongoing tv frequency

[angelsanddaisies]

chris evans thanksgiving smut fic?

ANDY BARBER X WIFE!READER (THANKSGIVING FIC)

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Sexual content. Choking. Name calling. Bratty behaviour. Rough. Man-handling.

Premise: Y/N baked a pumpkin pie and Andy is too busy to try it.

Word Count: 1.8k

The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg overwhelmed Y/N the moment she opened the oven. In there sat her golden creation. The brown twisted crust surrounding the auburn orange filling. This was her fourth pie this week, all made in practice for the big day. For the first time, Y/N and Andy would be hosting their families for thanksgiving. It may not seem like that much to others but to Y/N, it was her first shot at the life she’d always wanted.

A beautiful home in New England. Owning a bookstore cafe not far from her husband’s law firm. Her parents and her in-laws getting along. Her siblings and nieces mingled with cousins. A home that she made and a dinner she prepared for all of the people she loved. She was grateful this for so much this Thanksgiving and she really wanted everything to be perfect.

“Andy?” Y/N padded into his office, still a mess from all the baking; her hair was tangled on top of her head. Her gingham apron was stained with flour and egg. She knocked on the door once before walking in with a slice of warm pumpkin pie.

There behind the desk sat her lovely, dutiful husband, Andy Barber. He was so focused on whatever he typed in front of him that he barely registered her entry.

“Andy? I think this is a winner. Will you try it for me, honey?” She made her way over to stand before him. He gave her a small smile, without lifting his eyes from the screen or pausing his typing. “Just one second sweetheart.”

She sighed heavily, shifting her weight to jut one hip. Andy had been checked out recently. For the last week, he’d been so busy with work that he only really gave Y/N nods of acknowledgement and quick kisses before bed. Y/N had done virtually all the preparing and cleaning for the Thanksgiving guests all by herself. She wasn’t mad though, she’d much rather handle Thanksgiving and let Andy take the reins for Christmas.

Finally, he stopped typing and looked up at her. His expression immediately softened, taking in her knackered appearance.

“Can I borrow my husband for a moment?”

He gave her a goofy smile that made her melt. “I’m sorry, honey. C’mere.”

He opened up his arms and she made a show of begrudgingly sitting in his lap. He pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist while his hands brushed her thigh.

Andy gave her a sweet kiss. “I love the apron, baby. You look so domestic.” She playfully pinched him at that. “Glad you think so. I’ve got one in your size for the holidays.” He trailed kisses down her neck, tickling her and making her giggle and squirm in his hard lap.

“Hmm. You smell so good.” He breathed her in.

She held up the fork with a bit of pie on it. “I think it’s this.” Y/N fed Andy the pie. His mouth closed over the fork. Looking up at her from beneath his lashes, he gave a slow, sensual blink. He moaned, deeply, naughtily, the sound reverberating through his chest and making Y/N tingle all over.

He licked the fork clean, his hot gaze gleaming mischievously. “Delicious, baby.”

They fed each other the rest of the pie, each bite raising the tension between them until Y/N was shifting restlessly in his lap and Andy’s hands had travelled much, much higher. At the last bite, Andy quickly discarded the plate and lifted Y/N so that she straddled him. He pulled her in for a playful kiss. Just pecks on her lips. A small bite here. A little tongue there. She kept trying to deepen the kiss, moving over Andy’s hardness but he would pull back, making sure she knew he would decide how much she would get and when. She groaned in frustration, pulling on his hair and nipping on his lip particularly hard. He chuckled into her mouth, his hands massaging her ass. “Stop. Teasing. Me.” She ground against his lips.

“I’m just trying to savour the taste, honey. Isn’t that what you always tell me to do?” Andy gave her a little more this time. Delving his tongue into her mouth, making her feel his kiss all the way to her toes, fuelling that fire in her tummy and core.

She rolled her hips purposefully and was rewarded with that deep sound again.

Just then, his phone rang.

He pulled away, reaching for it. “Ignore it.” She said against his neck, kissing that spot that made him swear.

Andy groaned but this time from frustration. He put his hands firmly on Y/N’s waist, halting her movements. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t. It’ll just take five minutes. I swear.”

Before Y/N could offer a retort, he’d already answered the call. She huffed, getting off his lap and stalking out of the room. She’d made it all the way to her bedroom when she had an idea.

Andy felt bad, but he had to take this call. He was trying to get the other side to wrap it up when Y/N came back into the room. This time, in only her apron. The sides of her round breast were visible while her nipples were covered, leaving imprints through the thin material.

She walked in slowly, a devious smile made up of her beautiful lips.

“Andy? Do you agree?” The voice came from Andy's managing partner. Andy choked on a breath, coughing. “Yes. Yes. Continue.”

He glared at her now, giving a small shake of his head. Y/N called his bluff, She padded her way over to him and took back her position on his lap. She made her sure her breasts brushed against his face as she got comfortable.

With narrowed eyes, Andy couldn’t help but let his free hand trail up the back of her, feeling her bare ass. Y/N's warm heat was pressed against his own hardness. Andy pulsed beneath her. Instead of kissing him or touching him or even grinding immediately, Y/N decided to catch him off guard and start by playing with his hair.

He replied to the person on the phone with a terse voice. She raised her eyebrows in shock, scolding him, teasing him. She kissed the corners of his lips, playing with him the same way he’d done earlier.

She found that sweet spot again and sucked hard. When his hips instinctively rocked against her, she let out a small moan. His free hand wrapped around her neck, giving just the right amount of pressure. He was still speaking on the phone, but his eyes spoke to her. They warned her, dared her to continue. She pouted, innocently.

She moved her hands to his belt buckle, still blinking at him with wide innocent eyes, even as she got the zipper down. She slipped down to the floor to pull his pants the rest of the way down. He glared but didn't stop her. When he was free, all of him, she bit her lip and looked her fill, acting as if she didn't know what she wanted to do first. Andy wrapped his fingers in her hair and tugged back.

She could tell he was fighting himself. Not wanting to encourage her but also wanting to be in her mouth so fucking bad it hurt.

She brought her mouth down, kissing the tip, tonguing the slit. Andy hid his groan with a cough, his muscular thighs trembling. She played with him for a bit again, kissing and licking, until he tugged her back roughly and leaned down to give a harsh whisper.

“If you don’t suck my fucking cock right now, I will edge you for the rest of the damn week.”

She shuddered, knowing he would make good on the promise. She took him in this time, sucking as much as she could and letting her hand wrap around the rest. She bobbed up and down on his dick, relishing in the tightening of his thighs around her head, the strong hands guiding her up and down. He wasn’t as soft as he usually is. No, she’d pissed him. He pushed his cock down her throat, making her take all of him each time. He fucked her mouth, hard. It stung, making her eyes water each time her nose brushed against the tuff of coarse hair. But he tasted so good, so heady and felt so heavy. She vaguely heard him disconnect the call before letting out a long, deep moan.

All of a sudden her mouth was off of him and she was back in his lap, straddling his glistening length. He kissed her savagely, owning her mouth. Licking and sucking her tongue with an urgency that made her push her hips against him, searching for relief.

He pulled back, his hand gripping her throat. “You wanted my cock that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait ten fucking minutes?”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She cradled his cheek, trying to muster her most adorable pout. His eyes flickered but he shook his head with a mean smile. “No, you’re not. But you will be.”

He grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock, making her take his length all at once. Y/N shrieked, the pleasure of the sudden fullness and the pain of his thickness stretching had her shaking already. He gave her no respite, simply fucking her over him, taking his pleasure.

“You’re such a fucking brat, y’know that? Can’t go one week without my attention before you start acting like a slut.” He pumped his hips, reaching a spot deep inside her that made her wail.

He reached down to rub that little nub of nerves, making her feel shredded by the heat filling her. “Come. Now.” He took her mouth again, rubbing furiously. Y/N came apart above him on a swallowed cry. He pulled out to maneuver her over his desk before slamming into her from behind. He moved against her, his balls making obscene noises each time they slapped against her and her wetness.

“Andy. Andy, please. Fuck.”

His hand around her throat kept her head from rattling against the desk. He leaned down to bite her neck. “What? Am I not big enough for you sweet girl?” He lifted one of her legs, propping it up on the desk so that his cock reached impossibly far inside of her. His other hand made its way back to her nub. She screamed, crying as her second orgasm took her over. She felt so full. Too full.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking tight. Lucky this cunt was made for me, takes me so well.” He gave her a few more thrusts before stilling inside her, spilling his heavy, thick load. Her core bloomed with warmth, the fire beginning to quell.

He watched himself pull out, looking at the mess they’d made leak out of her. He smirked at her whimper.

He sat back in the chair and lifted Y/N to cuddle against his chest. Her face was flushed, sweaty, her lips swollen, and tears stained her cheeks. She looked up at him with a lazy smile. He kissed her forehead lovingly, rubbing her back.

“Did you really like the pie?” Her voice was small, the sentence murmured against his chest.

“I loved it.”

Author's Note

Hey guys. Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for requesting! I tried to do something different this time. More rough. Less loving. I'm not sure how much I like it. I might be better at romantic steam. Not sure. I'll try another romantic scene soon and see if I like that more. Feel free to tell me what you think too! I love feedback.

Also, for a taglist? Do I keep tagging you on all my work or just the series? Let me know. Thanks.

Lots of love, Daisy. xx.

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

So dang hot 🥵🥵🥵

[chrisvhenc]

Sometimes I wish these and some more were all in one book that I could read looking shamefully pleased with myself and a cup of tea in hand

[littlefreya]

This gives me feelings I can't describe 🥵🥺

Oh hello 😰 silverfox daddy Walter maybe?

[chrisvhenc]

This is another level of attack

[nashibirne-deactivated20240609]

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Hen and Kal 💜

[sweetdreamsofgelato]

I love that Kal is such a weirdo 🥰

[iridescent-adolescent]

the person i reblogged this from deserves to be happy

[nicolodigenovas]

Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

[wildnyx-deactivated20220608]

Me when I turn the light off and proceed to sprint up the stairs to avoid getting eaten by the Demons.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

[angryschnauzer]

But what if that is the demon?

[chrisvhenc]

I feel exposed

[catcrumb]

[cyberfolktale]

PSA: You’re allowed to be crap at your hobby. It’s your hobby. It should be something you do to entertain and amuse yourself. You do not have to be the best at your hobby, you do not have to set yourself deadlines or productivity goals in your hobby, you do not have to turn your hobby into a business. It can be just your crap hobby you do because you like doing it. Really, it can, that’s fine.

[littlefreya]

These are true words of wisdom. Thank you for this, @indigosaurus.

[k-evans-writes]

Higher Love

Chapter 55

Summary: Chris Evans is going to direct his second film, he knows A-list Hollywood star Nickie Morrison would be perfect for the role. When he calls her out of the blue to offer her the role, he’s surprised when she accepts but when they start filming, their onscreen relationship doesn’t stay just on the screen.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison

Word Count: 2,412

Co-Creator: @ourfinest-hour

Previous l  Writing Masterlist l  Higher Love Masterlist

December 6th, 2020

Snow was falling in a heavy blanket outside the warm Concord home. Both Dodger and Obi had their noses pressed to the glass as they watched it fall while their masters laid in bed. Both Chris and Nickie had awoken a few different times that Sunday morning, but each time had just curled into one another and fallen back into their peaceful slumber. 

“I love mornings like this,” Chris admitted quietly, his arms around Nickie’s waist and nose in her hair once they each were awake. 

“Me too,” she whispered back as she tried to bury her face even deeper into his firm chest, taking a deep breath. 

Sometimes both Chris and Nickie felt like things were so hectic in their lives, especially in this past year, but not today. Today was perfect. They had been having such a nice week at home, in their home. They had spent most of their days helping with the newborn twins who were turning a week old in two days, taking Jessie to school, helping pick up food or cook dinner for the Pecks, finally selling both Chris’s Laurel Canyon house and Nickie’s Saugus house, making all kinds of Christmas cookies, and mostly staying home together. 

Tomorrow Nickie would be leaving for LA, going through the press tour for West Side Story and capping it off with the premiere. Chris was going to fly out toward the end of the week for some Pixar meetings as well as the Lightyear announcement and Nickie’s premiere, which would be their first ever event that they’d walk the red carpet together.

But today it was just them, enjoying the lazy Sunday together. Chris was laying on his back, one arm around Nickie and traced up and down her spine while she laid her head on his chest, breathing in his musky scent. Nickie’s finger traced along some of the black ink that covered his toned torso, smiling when she followed the curve of the one that said ‘Dodger’ before wondering aloud, “Do you have any new tattoos planned?”

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[katiew1973]

Yay! They set a date - sort of!!

I loved this sweet little chapter, showing off their lives together and their plans.

[chrisvhenc]

Saving for later reading ❤️

[everythingfox]

[embercub]

This was too cute to not reblog

[ruinsandreveries]

Crawling Escapades

Summary: Y/n has set the entire day trying to encourage their daughter to crawl to now avail, what happens when Chris comes home and she crawls right on over to him? apart of the evans’ series.

Pairings: Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Y/n Evans

Warnings: none

“I know you can do it.” Her eyes playfully narrowing at the chubby 7-month-old, who just babbled at her and clapped her hands, drool dripping off her dimpled chin.  

Alba had been displaying efforts to crawl the past couple of weeks, she had started rocking back and forth whilst sat up or on her hands and knees, even crawling backwards once. It had seemed to be a fluke because she hadn’t done it since.  

But Y/n wasn’t giving up.

“C’mon princess, you can do it.” She encouraged, also getting on her hands and knees, showing her how to crawl. Alba just giggled at the sight, making grabby hands for her mom, scooting on her bum.  

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[chrisvhenc]

Such a sweet thing!!

[blackmissfrizzle]

YOU ARE ENOUGH.

I know sometimes it feels like you aren’t, but you are. I know you feel like you’re never noticed, recognized, or appreciated, but you are.

Trust me, you are enough to someone out there. And you’re enough to yourself too.

It’s okay not to feel that way sometimes, but once you’re done feeling that way hold your head up high and remember YOU ARE ENOUGH.

Now go out and be that bad bitch, I know you can be. 😘

[prettypositivity]

i hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for

[i-dont-believe-in-perfect]

and I hope you heal from the things you don’t want to talk about

[lilbutch]

I hope you heal from the things no one else knows you went through

[viking-raider]

Huntersville - XI

Summary: You have your Doctor's Visit and Henry catches you doing something naughty during naptime.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 6,023

Pervious - I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X

Warning: PG -13 - DD/LG, Age Play, AB/DL, Daddy!Henry, Daddy Kink, Caregiver, Fluff, Age Regression, Little Space, Kal, Naps, Diaper Changes, Bottles, Pacis, Praise Kink, Angst, Doctor's Visit, Shots, Mild-Medical Terms, Angst, Tantrum, Light Smut, Fingering (F Receiving), Sneaky Behavior

Inspiration: Always wanting to write something like this and books by Amy Cummings.

Author’s Note: Okay, I lied! I'm posting this chapter today! I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

If you would like to get notifications for my writing! Just follow my Tag List blog, @VIKING-RAIDER-TAGLIST and turn on the notifications for it! It’s that easy!

“Are you ready to try out your car seat, baby?” Henry smiled, carrying you out to the car.

“Yeah, Dada.” You nodded, bouncing on his hip, excitedly.

Henry grinned even more at you, he had learned that you called him, Dada, when you were completely in Little Space, full regression, and finding it incredibly adorable and sweet, he loved you calling him Dada, as much as when you called him, Daddy. He patted your bottom as he opened the back passenger door, where your new car seat was, and slipped you off his hip and into it, letting you get comfortable for a moment, before helping you put your arms through the straps, then hooked the buckles securely into the harness between your legs.

“Comfy?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, snuggling into it and smiling at him.

“Good.” Henry nodded back, patted you on the head and put your Little bag in the front seat, before closing your door. “All right, sunshine, off we go.” He said, sliding into the driver's seat and turning the car on.

“Sips?” You asked, happily kicking your feet as you pulled out of the driveway.

Nodding his head, Henry reached into the bag, pulling out your sippy cup of Bubble Gum Pedialyte and held it back to you. You leaned forward and took your sippy cup in both hands, then rested back in your car seat, sucking on the spout, contently, as you stared out the window. Henry glanced back at you, through the rear view mirror, smiling at your happy-go-lucky mood and hoped it would hold until you both got to the doctor's office and into the exam room; he winked as you looked over at him, feeling his eyes on you.

Henry turned into the parking lot of the doctor's office and found a parking spot, front and center. You let go of the spout to your sippy cup, the hiss of air going back into the cup filled the car as you looked around and Henry got out, moving around to your door. You gulped, seeing the sign out front of the building, realizing what was going on and where you were, looking at Henry wide eyed as he opened the door and leaned in to press the release button for the straps on your car seat, then slipped his hands underneath your arms to pick you up.

“No, no no!” You whined, curling up on yourself in an attempt to prevent Henry from picking you up.

Henry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, lifting an eyebrow at you. “Yes, Little one.” He told you, pulling your feet back down, so he could try picking you up again. “Now, come to Daddy.” He cooed at you, but his expression left no room for you to argue with him.

“No boo-boos.” You whimpered, jerking your body as he pulled you out of the car, almost going dead weight in his arms. “No boo-boos, Dada. Home? Go home!”

“I know you don't have any boo-boos, baby.” He said, grabbing the Little bag. “But, you still have to see the nice doctor, Sweetums. It's just a simple check up. We'll be in and out, you'll see.” He told you, kissing your cheek and opening the door of the office.

“Hi, we’re here for the two o'clock, with Dr. Evers.” He said, stopping at the front desk and looking down at the receptionist.

“Oh, Mr. Cavill.” The receptionist smiled up at him, then over at you. “What a cutie you have! I'll get you signed in right now. If you could just fill this out, then you can have a seat and you'll get called back shortly.” She told him, handing him a clip board with a piece of paper on it, then typed on her keyboard.

“Thank you.” Henry replied, taking the clipboard from here, and a pen from the cup, then turned towards the sitting area and found a seat, sitting down with you in his lap. “Let's see.” He sighed softly, scanning the single page of questions. “These are easy enough.” He said, penning in the answers to the questions, then tucked the clipboard between his thigh and the arm of the chair, before turning his attention to you, who sat stiff as a board in his lap.

“Do you want to play with the toys, while we wait, baby?” Henry asked, motioning across the room to the play area, but you shook your head. “You wanna watch some toons, then?” He asked, digging out his phone and tapping the Netflix icon on his home screen, going into the profile he made for you and found your favorite cartoon on the streaming service, pushing play on a fresh episode for you, managing to distract you with it.

That was until a Little boy came into the office, literally kicking and screaming, as his Daddy tugged him to the front desk, putting you on edge again. Henry sighed, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to get you calm again, while praying the Daddy and his Little didn't sit beside you, fearing the close proximity would only have a negative effect. But, his prayer was ignored as they sat down one seat over, the Little boy sitting on the floor in front of his Daddy, kicking his feet and flailing his arms, thick tears streaming down his hot and beet red face. But, his Daddy sat in his chair, calmly filling out the same paperwork Henry had just gotten through for you.

Henry felt the Brat Tamer streak in him wanting to get up and paddle that Little boy's bottom right then and there, in the middle of the waiting room, for everyone to see, acting like that. Then, do the same to his Daddy. There was a time and a place to ignore your Little's bad behavior and this Little's behavior was not it. His Daddy should be taking him aside and either be giving him the proper chance to calm himself down, giving him a stern warning to collect himself, or he would find himself with a real reason to be making such a fuss, or he would be taken into one of the changing rooms and having his bottom heavily blistered. He looked over at the other waiting Mommy and Daddy with their Littles, who were also in the waiting room, seeing how they were also on edge with the Little boy's epic tantrum, and sighed.

“It's all right, honey.” Henry cooed into your ear and kissed your temple. “Pay no attention to him.” He told you, sighing again. “You're being such a very good girl, and when we're done here, I'll take you to go get some ice cream.” He promised, hoping it would relax you and get you to focus back on him and the cartoon still playing on his phone.

“How's that sound?”

“Okay, I guess.” You whimpered, your eyes still glued on the Little boy.

A door opened and a young lady stepped out with a clipboard in her hand. “Cavill?” She called out, looking up from the clipboard and scanning the waiting room, she skipped over the screaming Little, like he was a perfect angel, completely used to such scenes.

“That's us, dumpling.” Henry said, grabbing the paperwork and stood, shifting you to his hip and approached the nurse with a friendly smile. “Hello.” He nodded to her.

“Afternoon, Mr. Cavill.” She greeted him, then looked at you. “Hi there, cutie.” She grinned, reaching out to lightly touch your arm, chuckling as you burrowed into Henry's chest. “If you come back with me, we'll get her weight first.” She said, holding the door open for Henry and pointed over to the scale on the other side.

Nodding at her again, Henry passed through the door and set you down on your feet in front of the scale. “Go on, baby. It's not going to hurt you.” He smiled softly, when you didn't move, but just stared up at him, with a face that begged him to pick you up again.

Biting your lip, you stepped onto the scale and the nurse popped up beside you, patiently waiting for the digital numbers to appear on the teeny screen, before scribbling them down on her clipboard and motioned that it was okay for you to step off the scale again.

“This way to your exam room.” She said, pointing down the long hallway.

“Perfect.” Henry smiled, taking your hand and started to follow the nurse, but stopped, when you tugged on his arm and puffed out your bottom lip at him, whimpering softly. “All right.” He chuckled, getting the hint and picked you up, settled you on his hip and carried you down the hallway to exam room number eight.

Henry gently sat you down on the exam table, hushing you as you whimpered and balled your fists up in the sides of his hoodie. “I'm staying right here, lovie.” He promised, kissing your forehead.

“Let's get this beautiful girl's temperature and blood pressure.” The nurse said, holding out the oral probe of the thermometer, with a sweet and charming smile.

You heaved a sigh, knowing there was no getting around it, and opened your mouth for the nurse, causing Henry to smile proudly at you. The nurse winked at you, slipping the thermometer into your mouth, then carefully wrapped the pressure cuff around your arm and pressed the button on the machine, so it would fill up, squeezing your arm.

“So, you are here for her one month check up, with Dr. Evers.” The nurse asked Henry, while there was a free moment. “Is that correct?”

“Yes, it is.” Henry nodded at her, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs, trying to keep you calm and happy, while smiling at the nurse.

“Excellent.” She replied, looking over the sheet of paper he had filled out in the waiting room, before writing down your temperature and blood pressure.

“Is her pressure good?” He asked, tilting his head.

“It's spot on.” The nurse reassured him.

“That's comforting.” Henry said, grinning at you, and kissing the tip of your nose.

“Dr. Evers will be in shortly, she's just wrapping up with her last patient, then she'll join you.” She informed Henry, typing on the computer in the room for a moment.

“Thank you very much.” He thanked her, nodding his head at her.

“Of course.” She smiled at both of you, before stepping out, to tend to the rest of the patients.

“See, Baby. So far, so good.” Henry cooed at you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “It hasn't been so bad, has it?”

You gave him a look that told him you weren't quite convinced yet. “Yeah.” You mumbled, chewing on your bottom lip.

“You're doing great, Pumpkin.” He praised you, kissing your cheek. “Keep it up.” He encouraged you, turning your cartoon back on, just to fill the time, while you waited.

Ten minutes after the nurse left, a light knock sounded on the exam room door, just before opening, revealing a forty-two year old woman, with straight hair, that started out jet black at the roots, but faded to an ash gray at the tips. She wore minimal make-up, and honestly, she didn't need the foundation and blush she had on, from what you could tell. She had a killer complexion. Dr. Evers was several inches shorter than you were as well, and clearly fit underneath her long, doctor's coat; her hazel eyes were warm, welcoming and very comforting, instantly soothing what anxiety and terror you still had lingering inside of you, that Henry and your cartoons hadn't been able to smooth out.

“Mr. Cavill.” Dr. Evers greeted him, with a light Australian accent, extending her hand to him. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well.” Henry replied, smiling at her and taking her hand in his, gently shaking it.

“This must be your gorgeous baby girl, I see.” She said, turning her eyes to you, who scrunched up, shyly.

Henry chuckled, smiling at you. “This is.” He nodded, brushing the back of his knuckles against your warm cheek. “We've been together for a month now. So, it's time for her first check up with you.” He explained to her, giving you a playful wink.

“How is it that the two of you got together?” Dr. Evers asked, pulling over her rolling stool and taking a seat on it.

“I've been a resident of Huntersville for several years now, and signed up to be a Foster, when I applied for residency.” Henry began explaining to her, casually, feeling just at ease with Dr. Evers as you did. “I haven't had a Baby Girl since I've been a resident here, though.” He said, frowning for a moment. “That was until she applied for residency here, a year ago. Then, she was accepted a month and a half ago and arrived a month ago. Mayor Shannon called me and asked if I would be her Foster Big, since she didn't have one, and I accepted.” He grinned at you, proudly, knowing that that feeling would never fade, no matter how long the two of you were together.

“So, are you her Foster Big or her Daddy?” Dr. Evers asked, frowning at Henry, having seen on the appointment scheduling that Henry was listed as your Daddy, not your Foster Big.

“I'm her Daddy. We made that official, not long after meeting.” He replied, clearing up her confusion.

“Excellent.” She nodded, understanding, as she scrolled through your medical files on the computer. “She seems to be very healthy and well rounded.” She said, not seeing anything worth noting aloud. “I'm sure you are already aware of her being lactose intolerant?”

“I am.” Henry nodded at her, gently patting the small of your back.

“Good.” Dr. Evers mumbled to herself, reassured that Henry was attuned to the dietary needs you had, but her eyes narrowed at something on your chart, before darting over to Henry and back to the screen. “Let's give you a quick look over.” She said, standing up.

Henry untangled your hands from his hoodie and stepped aside, but stayed in a place, where he was still in your full view, just in case you got nervous and frightened again, and you could see him. Dr. Evers took up the place Henry had been in, smiling softly at you, as she took the stethoscope from around her neck. Putting the earpieces in her ears, she gently pressed the diaphragm of her stethoscope to your chest and listened to the sound of your heart and rested breathing.

“Can you take a big breath for me?” She cooed at you, smiling brightly.

You blinked at her, eyes darting to Henry, who nodded encouragingly. Biting your lip, you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dr. Evers moved the stethoscope to a new place on your chest and prompted you for another breath, repeating it three more times on your chest, before moving behind you and pressing the diaphragm to your back and asking you to do it all over again.

“She sounds a teeny bit congested.” Dr. Evers said, draping the stethoscope around her neck again.

“Does she?” Henry replied, his brows pinching with concern.

“Yeah, it could just be the air out here.” She explained to him. “It's dry mountain air. It lacks a lot of moisture, so it can cause congestion. It's a lot more common and normal than you think. It's nothing either of you have done wrong, I assure you.”

“What can I do to help it?” He asked, biting his lip.

“I'll prescribe her an allergy pill, that she'll take daily for the congestion.” Dr. Evers replied, picking up an otoscope. “A humidifier or a vaporizer that can add extra moisture to the air will also help with her congestion.” She told him, checking your ears and nose, then put the instrument back and continued the rest of your examination. “She's in perfect health other than that.” She told Henry, stepping aside, but let out a heavy sigh.

“But, there is one thing we will need to address, during this visit.”

“All right.” Henry nodded, ready to do whatever it was that was needed.

“It's been eleven, almost twelve, years since she's had her tetanus shot.” Dr. Evers told him, delicately, looking over at you, who's eyes darted between her and Henry.

Henry gulped and felt the room grow smaller. “Oh.” He croaked, then cleared his throat and regained his composure, before you picked up on it.

“Would you like a moment to prepare her, while I get it ready?” She asked, biting the inside of her lip; having a Little of her own, she knew the potential, world ending, results of giving you a shot could cause.

“Yes, please.” Henry nodded at her. “Thank you.” He said, as she got up and left the room, giving the two of you privacy.

Your eyes darted between the closing door and Henry, feeling the change in the room, you saw how guarded Henry had suddenly become. After a month together, the pair of you had become quite bonded together, in tuned, so you knew there was something wrong, and it made your anxiety and fright come flooding back.

“Daddy?” You groaned, breathing hard, and making grabby hands for him.

“Ssshh, it's okay, Princess.” Henry cooed at you, letting you take his hands as he stood between your legs, kissing your forehead. “It'll be all right. You're being such a good girl. I'm so proud of you, honey.” He told you, squeezing your hands, and pressed his cheek to your hair, collecting himself, knowing he had to keep himself strong, for you.

“It'll be over before you know it. Daddy swears.” He whispered, wishing he had known about you needing the shot beforehand, so he could have been more prepared for it.

“What's she want, Dada?” You whimpered, sucking on your pouty lip.

Henry felt his already sore heart get tugged on, hearing you call him, Dada. “You're rather overdue for a very important shot.” He told you, gulping, his stomach lurching at your teary sounding whimper, as you pressed your face into his chest. “I'm sorry, love.” He whimpered back, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I had no idea when we were coming here today. I just found out too. If I had known you needed a tetanus shot, I would have prepared you for it, before we left the house. I swear, I would have.” He told you, firmly wrapping his arms around you, hoping the pressure would be comforting.

On some level.

“Please, Dada. No pokes.” You begged him, looking up into his face with wet and pleading eyes.

“You need it, Baby.” Henry cooed at you, wiping, fruitlessly, at your tears. “I'm sorry, it's too important.” He told you, pressing his lips together. “If you can take your stick, like a good girl, not only will we go get some ice cream, Daddy will get you a really neat surprise, as well.” He said, his eyes flaring, trying to distract you and perk you up, unsuccessfully.

“But, you need to behave. You can do that for Daddy. Can't you, baby girl?” He murmured, caressing your damp cheeks with his thumbs as the door to the room opened again, and Dr. Evers reentered with the shot in her hand.

You whined and grunted, scooting to the farthest edge away from Dr. Evers and buried your face into the front of Henry's Adeptus Custodes Hoodie. Henry hushed you, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head, nodding his head at Dr. Evers, when she lifted a brow at Henry, in silent question. Dr. Evers gently lifted the short sleeve of your onesie, cleaned a spot on your upper arm with an alcohol swab, and uncapped the tetanus shot. Henry wrapped his arms around you, in an effort to make sure you kept still, as the doctor inserted the needle into the muscle of your arm, in a practiced and muscle memory movement. You gasped and jerked, tugging on the back of Henry's hoodie as Dr. Evers pushed in the shot's plunger, injecting the solution, then removed the needle from the sore injection site, then gently pressing a cotton swab to the spot.

“What a brave girl you are.” Dr. Evers cooed at you, patting you on the thigh.

“Such a brave girl.” Henry agreed, kissing your forehead and patting you on the back.

“Now, do you want a Blue's Clues plaster or a Hello Kitty one?” Dr. Evers asked, holding up the two band-aids and tilting her head at you, still hiding in Henry's chest and hoodie.

Whimpering, you peeked out from Henry's hoodie, sniffling, and pointed to the Blue's Clues one, before hiding again. Both Bigs chuckled at you, before Dr. Evers handed the Blue's Clues band-aid to Henry.

“Perhaps Daddy should put it on her.” She suggested, with a smile. “I've also already put the prescription for her allergy pill in with the Huntersville Pharmacy. All you need to do is pick it up.” She informed Henry, washing her hands in the small sink that was in the room.

“Thank you so much.” Henry replied, removing the protective film from the sticky tabs of the band-aid and very gently smoothed it over your injection site.

“Anytime.” Dr. Evers answered, pulling open the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you both. I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Same to you.” Henry grinned at her, scooping you up into his arms. “You did good, sweet pea.” He told you, gently bouncing you, as you continued to sniffle into his neck. “You more than earned your ice cream and surprise today.” He said, carrying you out to the car. “And a definite nappy, when we get back home.” He added, strapping you into your car seat, then gave you your paci.

With you secure in your car seat, Henry got behind the wheel, quickly made sure he remembered where the ice cream shop was, before heading off that way.

“Are you excited?” He cooed at you, smiling as he pulled into a parking space, right in front of the ice cream shop, Frostbite.

You looked at him, your pouty lips pressed together.

“Oh, you are a cranky baby girl.” Henry grinned, his chest rumbling with a laugh. “Come on, buttercup. This'll cheer you up.” He told you, scooping you up out of the car and took you inside the chilly business. “You can have a medium cup.” He whispered into your ear, as you stood in front of the giant board along an otherwise bare concrete wall.

“What flavor do you want?” He asked, gently swinging his hips to rock you.

You chewed on your lip as you scanned the almost endless options of flavors, before one of them really jumped out at you. “Bubble Gum.”

Henry smiled, seeing you start to come back out of your shell. “All right, any toppings?”

“Gummy Bears!” You replied, really coming alive, as you looked at him with huge eyes.

“Okay, Bubble Gum ice cream with gummy bears.” He laughed, turning towards the serving counter.

“Welcome to Frostbite, what can I make you today?” The worker asked, smiling brightly at you and Henry.

“I need one, medium, Lactose-free, Bubble Gum ice cream with light gummy bears.” Henry told her, smirking. “I don't need this one bouncing off the walls.” He joked, lifting a brow at you. “Also, a small, original, Cheesecake with Strawberries.” He added, ordering something for himself.

The cashier rang up the frozen delights and Henry swiped his card, before stepping out of the way for the Mommy and her Little Girl behind you, so they could order their own treats. You moved down a little bit, peeking through the protective glass as another worker behind the counter started working on your orders.

“What's he doing, Daddy?” You asked, looking at Henry, curiously.

“He's going to make your ice cream, Baby.” Henry replied, grinning at you.

“From scratch?” You frowned, watching the worker fill a metal bowl that was sunken into the counter in front of him, with the ingredients of your ice cream.

“Mmhm.” He nodded at you, then pointed over at a giant and shiny, metal tank. “You see that? It's a Nitrogen tank. He's going to use that to make your ice cream, watch.” He explained, as the worker pressed a button and a nozzle, positioned above the bowl, came to life with a thick fog of below zero temperature Nitrogen, obscuring the bowl.

“Whoa!” You gasped, eyes wide with surprised and impressed wonder, glancing at Henry, and grinning.

“See.” Henry cooed, kissing your cheek.

“Dat's so cool!” You proclaimed, bouncing on Henry's hip, making the worker smile and giggle at you.

“Told you, this would cheer you up.” Henry said, sitting at a table with you, eating your chilly treats.

“You were right, Daddy.” you nodded, dipping your plastic spoon into the vibrant blue ice cream in your paper bowl, trying to get as many gummy bears as you could in the process. “Daddy knows best.” You said, before shoving the spoon into your mouth, and looked across at Henry.

“That I do.” Henry smirked, digging into his own ice cream.

“What's the surprise, Daddy?” You asked, after you and Henry left the ice cream shop, and got back into the car, wondering where Henry was taking you now.

“Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” He chuckled, looking at you through the rear view.

“I guess not.” You frowned, pressing your lips together, as you thought it over.

Laughing, Henry pulled into the shopping center parking lot and went inside, navigating the store, until you reached the electronics department. “Let's see.” He hummed, looking at the tablets on display. “Hm.” He picked up one of the tablets, checking out it's specs.

It was a Galaxy Tab S7+ with 512GB of space and 5G connectability.

“This one will work.” Henry decided, grabbing one that wasn't a display model, and took it up to the cashier.

“That's a lot of monies.” You commented, seeing the price tag on the register.

“Money isn't a concern, Little one.” Henry replied, rubbing your back and paying for the tablet. “Now, let's get you home. I'll set this up for you, find you a little game for you to play on it, then you can take your nap.” He told you, taking you back out to the car.

“Okay.” You yawned, slumping in your car seat.

Henry stopped at the pharmacy to grab your allergy pill, then took you both back home.

Henry sat on the couch, you leaning against his side, your head on his shoulder, as you watched him unbox the tablet, turn it on and go through the process of setting it up and activating it. Henry searched around the Google Play Store for several minutes, until he found a fun stacking game for you to play on it. Handing you the tablet, Henry let you play the game, while he made a bottle, then watched you play the game as you sat in his lap and drank the bottle down.

“I can watch my show, Daddy?” You asked, as he laid you in your crib. “Peas?” You added, puffing out your bottom lip and giving him puppy dog eyes.

Henry narrowed his eyes, humming deep in his chest, but gave in. “All right.” He sighed, grabbing the device and turned on an episode of the cartoon, before handing it to you. “Sleep tight, Nugget.” He cooed at you, kissing your forehead, then turned out the lights and turned on the A/C, the day being exceptionally warm.

You licked your lips, as you watched Henry close the bedroom door from the corner of your eyes, before turning off your cartoon, and found the internet browser. Activating the tablet's keyboard, you typed into the browser's search engine, searching for what you had your mind set on. While Henry was downstairs in the kitchen, making a pre-workout, Shatter Elite energy shake, his blue-tooth earbuds in, humming along to the song that was playing off his playlist, when it was interrupted by a distinct dinging sound. Frowning, Henry put down his shake and grabbed his phone, opening the live feed of your nursery, and found something that shocked him.

“Jesus.”

He gulped, licking his lips, as he watched you kick off your weighted blanket and reach between your legs, whimpering as you stretched your sore arm, but tugging open the three snaps of your onesie. “Oh, Little one.” He sighed, grinning, as you pulled your up onesie to try and gain access to your pamper, but whined, Henry realizing you had gotten your tetanus shot in your dominant arm, hindering your task.

Pulling his earbuds out and dropping them on the counter, then abandoning everything else on the counter with them, Henry went back upstairs to the nursery. Quietly opening the master bedroom door, he slipped inside, just in time to see you slip your hand inside your pamper, your soft and breathy moan filling the quiet space.

“What are you doing, Baby girl?” Henry whispered softly, startling you, making you yank your hand out of your pamper and try to hide your tablet. “Let's see what my baby has.” He said, reaching into your crib, pulling out the tablet you had hidden behind your stuffies. “Is this what you like, Kitten?” He asked, pressing play on the video you had on the screen, lifting a brow at it.

“Maybe.” You mumbled, wishing you would just shrivel up or that your crib would swallow you, also wondering what Henry would do to you, having caught you trying to touch yourself.

The last time you had done this, out of complete innocence, he had promised to punish you. You shivered at the thought of it, licking your lips.

“Are you going to spank me?” You whimpered, meekly, biting your lip.

Henry tisked, setting the tablet aside, then leaned his forearms against the railing of your crib, looking down at you. “Daddy has told you not to touch yourself, haven't I?” He cooed, glancing at your unbuttoned onesie and messy pamper. “Mischievous baby girl.” He hummed, grinning, reaching in to gently glide his fingertips over the strip of exposed skin above your pamper, chuckling as he felt your skin twitch, being ticklish.

He bit the inside corner of his lip, gulping, as he dared to slip his fingers inside your pamper, his eyes locked on yours as his hand moved deeper, sliding home, fingertips resting lightly on your folds. You let out a shuddered breath, licking your lips and curling your toes, still holding Henry's blue eyes, yours begging him to touch you more. Smirking, Henry used his free hand to pop open the tabs of your pamper, then started to gently rub your folds, loving the feeling of touching you, feeling you grow wet against his hand, the sounds you made, and how you pushed your hips up into his hand, for more friction.

“Oh, sweet baby.” He purred at you, giving your clit attention, grinning as your moan filled the room around them. “Yeah, such a good girl.” He encouraged you, slipping a finger between your folds, collecting your juices. “Hm, I wonder.” He said, lifting a brow, then lifted his hand to his mouth, slipping his finger between his lips, tasting you, with a satisfied moan.

“You taste like sweet nectar.” He grinned, his hand going back to your pussy.

“Daddy.” You moaned, face twisted in pleasure.

“Oh, I love the sound of that.” Henry rumbled back, moaning and feeling himself get hard. “Do you wanna come for your Daddy, Baby?” He purred at you, his blue eyes darkening, watching you melt into the mattress of your crib, hips wiggling to work with his fingers, moaning and whimpering.

“Yes.” You nodded, gripping his forearm, nails digging into his skin. “Yes, please. Please, Daddy, I wanna cummy.”

Henry grinned, nodding his head. “I'll give you a cummy, baby doll.” He promised you, working his fingers against your sensitive, little pearl, his eyes falling shut for a moment, to listen to all the sweet, music like noises his darling girl was making as he pleasured you, before opening them again, hearing the sudden change in you, sensing how close you were to coming.

“That's it, honey.” Henry cooed, watching you fall apart. “Come, baby.” He said, clearing his throat. “Come for me.” He told you, firmly, his expression honed in on you. “Come for your Daddy.” He sighed, feeling the gush of your orgasm against his fingers, the shiver of your body and the way you bit your lip.

“Uh, Daddy.” You called out, slowly relaxing as your orgasm faded.

“Christ, I didn't think it was even possible for you to become even more gorgeous than you already are.” Henry commented, licking his fingers, and stepping away from your crib, to grab a couple of baby wipes, cleaning you up and wiping off his hand. “Let's get you in a fresh pamper.” He said, picking you up and laying you down on the changing table.

“Now,” He chuckled, lightly tapping the front of your secured pamper. “I told you, about touching yourself. I broke my own rule by indulging you, so we were both rather naughty about it.” He sighed, a teeny part of him was disappointed that he did caved in, pleasuring you, after finding you touching yourself, when you were supposed to be napping, instead of giving you the spanking you were supposed to get, not an orgasm.

But, Henry didn't regret it, either.

“I won't be making that mistake again, though. So, if I catch you touching your cute, little princess parts again, cause Daddy saw you.” He laughed, pointing up at the CC camera in your nursery. “I will spank that adorable patootie of yours.”

You shied at him. “I'm sorry, Daddy.” You replied, remorsefully.

“Good.” Henry nodded, kissing your belly. “But, for next time, all you have to do is ask Daddy, Little one. I have no qualms about making my Baby Girl feel good.” He told you, brushing his fingers through your hair and against your cheek. “Especially if it helps her sleep.” He added, much softer, watching you yawn, then picked you up and put you back into your crib, covering you up and settling you back in.

“Nighty night, darling.” He grinned at you, kissing your temple, then carefully took your tablet, and went back downstairs with it.

Henry finished watching the video you had pulled up on it, finding he was rather turned on by it, undoing his jeans and relieving himself of his raging hard on, before turning the video off, and turning on the parental controls with a pin, so you couldn't turn the controls off, now stopping you from looking at anymore porn videos and the such.

“My Baby girl.” Henry grinned, sitting back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table, thinking about how he made you come. “I made my Baby girl come for the first time.” He chuckled, grinning up at the ceiling, giddy.

[chrisvhenc]

Saving this for later after a much needed comfort reading because shitty end of the day it was

[littlefreya]

Only After Dark

Summary: Syverson misses his girl during duty, and he already broke so many rules when it comes to being with her, so what’s another one?

Pairing: Captain Syverson0 x OFC (Jessica Gallagher)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: SEX! Smut! Unprotected Sex! Bodily fluids :3 

A/N: So, finally got to some of the kissings prompts! This was asked by @dancingwendigo and because it turned out to be an appendix to Lines in the Sand and so long I just had to post it separately. Thanks @agniavateira my love for editing!!

Prompt: 17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. 

Title: Only After Dark

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[chrisvhenc]

Well-well... I- 😈

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

baby steps. if you’re overwhelmed by something, make tiny achievable goals - do them one at a time. do it at your own pace, don’t look at everyone else. it’s ok to start late. you can do it.

[chrisvhenc]

Should be in everyone's wake up reminder since we are in such a "rush culture" society

[viking-raider]

Huntersville - I

Summary: Henry longs to have a Little Girl of his own, one that he can love and spoil. That opportunity arises, when he goes on vacation to his home in the ultra private community in the Southern California mountains, of Huntersviille. Where he has the chance to foster a newly arrived Little and becomes smitten with her, from the moment he sets eyes on you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 3,068

Warning: G - DD/LG, Age Play, AB/DL, Daddy Kink, Caregiver, Fluff, Mentioned D/s Dynamic, Minor Anxiety, Slight Angst, Age Regression, Little Space

Inspiration: Always wanting to write something like this and books by Amy Cummings.

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– Henry's PoV –

Henry relaxed as he lounged in the sunshine of his backyard, Kal snoring beside him in the thin strip of shade. He had decided to take a few months off after several long movie projects and left the world behind him with Kal, headed for the one true place he could be himself in, the gated community of Huntersville, California. It was situated in the secluded Southern California Mountains, established on private property that required a thorough application and background check to even get through the front gate. Once in the gate, everyone was required to sign an iron-clad confidentiality and non-disclosure contract, protecting the residents that either lived there permanently or vacationed there; like Henry.

While Henry loved being in Huntersville, it was bittersweet, seeing the couples there with their special Little one, while he still looked for his. Henry longed to have a Little, a Baby Girl, to cherish. He wanted to hold her and rock her, to feed her a bottle of warm formula and rice cereal and lay her down for a nap in her crib, inside her Nursery. But, being a famous celebrity and always busy, it was hard and complicated for Henry to find a girlfriend, let alone a girl that was a Little. Even more so, the worry of being outed as a Daddy Dom gave Henry a great amount of anxiety. He was afraid that if he found a Baby Girl and something went wrong, she would go to the press or announce it on social media that he was a Daddy Dom and into the Dom and Sub dynamic, knowing the possible implications it would have on his career.

His family didn't even know that he was a Daddy Dom.

Henry sighed, hearing his cell start to ring, knowing it was probably his manager, since she had been calling him on and off for the last week he had been off at Huntersville, trying to get him back for this or that project, but Henry was stubborn, besides he needed a break and to recharge his batteries. But, when he looked at his caller ID, he noticed it was the number for the Mayor of Huntersville, Luca Shannon.

“Luca, how's it going?” Henry smiled, answering his phone on the last ring.

“I'm doing great, Henry. I hope you're doing really well too?” Luca replied, his voice was light, but Henry could hear a slight edge to it.

“I am, just enjoying my vacation so far.”

“I'm glad to hear it.” Luca said, nodding his head as he chewed on his lip and stared at the two open files on his desk. “I was wondering if I could talk about something serious, if you're all right with that.”

Henry pressed his lips together. “Depends on what you mean by, serious.” Henry replied, conflicted and nervous.

“It's nothing too serious, there's no trouble or anything, I promise you that.” Luca said, trying to ease Henry's nerves. “But, I know in your file, it says you would be willing to foster a Little, if a situation were to come up.” He explained, tapping one of the files, Henry's file.

“I did check that box.” Henry answered, gulping and feeling his palms grow slightly damp, his breathing hitching in his throat.

“Well, I have a Little coming in, female obviously, and you know all Littles need a Big to take care of them, while they're in Huntersville.”

“I do.” Henry nodded, standing up and started pacing around the gorgeous and expensive pool.

“She doesn't have a Big, so she would need a Foster Big. So, I thought I'd give you a call and see if you would like to Foster her, before I went down the list of the other available Fosters in Huntersville.” Luca explained to Henry, glancing over to the prospective Little's file that sat right next to Henry's.

Luca had read the application the Little had submitted to Huntersville in hopes of being accepted into their private bubble of a world, and as he did the more he thought about Henry, she ticked so many of the boxes Henry had marked down as seeking in a Little, though she had a past and some troubles, Luca didn't think it was anything that would keep them from clicking and making a perfect and adorable Daddy and Little couple.

“If you want, I can have Daniel bring a copy of her file down to you, so you can look it over and see if she feels right for you.” Luca suggested to Henry's silence.

“I would like that, thanks.” Henry replied, his mind whirling.

“All right, I'll have it down to you in about ten minutes.”

“Sounds good.”

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Henry opened it to Luca's assistant, Daniel, who smiled at Henry brightly and handed him the file and went on his way. Taking a deep breath, Henry took the file upstairs to his office and sat down. He flipped the file open and was greeted with a sweet photo of a young woman with beautiful eyes and shoulder length hair. She had the sweetest, but shyest smile on her face and Henry could tell she wanted to glance away from the camera as the photo was being taken of her; it made Henry grin as he set it on his desk, then continued on with her file, finding out her name.

“What a beautiful name.” He muttered to himself, eyes glancing back at her photo.

He read where she was originally from and when her birthday was. She was dainty and what caught Henry's attention was her background; she'd never had a Daddy before, but a boyfriend, that she had recently broken it off with, and what looked like to Henry, was an abusive relationship, causing her to be very timid and shy. That worried Henry to a degree, he didn't want her to be afraid of him or have a hard time trusting him, but he was willing to try and work on that with her.

“Strangely, she doesn't have an occupation listed.” He frowned, looking through the rest of the file and couldn't find it, before picking up his phone and calling Luca back.

“Henry! So, what do you think about her?” He asked in a chipper tone.

“I like what I see so far, but I don't understand why she doesn't have an occupation listed.” Henry explained to him, leaning back in his office chair.

“She no longer has one, due to an injury.” Luca replied, running a hand through his hair.

“What injury?” Henry frowned even harder. “I need to know this stuff, Luca.”

“She was snowboarding with family and friends on a trip, when something went wrong and it caused her to break her back.” Luca explained to him, sighing heavily. “While she's fully recovered after several years of rehab and hard work, she wasn't able to return to any level of work and hasn't worked in the last two years.”

“She's been living with her parents ever since.”

Henry stared at her file for a moment longer, biting his lip. “When is she due to arrive?” He asked, finally.

“Tomorrow morning, at nine am.” Luca replied, the smile was clear in his voice, knowing Henry was going to foster her.

“I'll be at your office to meet her at eight forty-five, sharp.”

“I'll be here.” Luca replied, overjoyed.

Henry sat on the overstuffed sofa in Luca's office in the town hall of Huntersville, the Little's file in his hands. He had already read her file twice since the night before, but he wanted to be familiar with her, on paper, as much as he could be, before meeting her in person; in twenty minutes. On paper, she was shaping up to be the perfect Little for him. She was an Adult Baby, which was what Henry wanted, so he already had it on his list to find out what she had brought with her and what gear he would need to provide for her from the Huntersville shopping center, since all Henry had in the way of a set up for a Little was the nursery connected directly to his master bedroom, patiently awaiting the day he brought a Little into it.

“I see you're excited.” Luca said, looking at Henry from his desk, as he caught Henry's smile from over the top edge of the file folder.

“I am, I'm also really nervous.” Henry admitted to him. “It's been four years since I had a Little, and we weren't very serious. I suppose she and I won't be either, but to a degree, we'll be more serious than Mia and I were.” He set her file down beside him. “Huntersville is a serious Big and Little only community, so she will always be in Little Space, to whatever degree, where Mia was only in Little Space when she visited the privacy of my home in London.”

“And here you can step outside with your Little and not fear being judged for it.” Luca nodded, understanding.

“Or photographed by paparazzi or a resident that'll sell it to the media or post it on Instagram or something.” Henry replied, blanching at the thought.

“Nothing like that better happen here, or there'll be major trouble.” Luca frowned, almost heated at the mere idea of it.

“I don't think it will.” Henry told him, trying to cool and calm him. “Everyone is super nice and respectful of me. I feel like I work a normal nine to five, instead of huge movie and tv productions.” He chuckled, all two hundred of the residents of Huntersville welcomed him with open and accepting arms, it was one of the reasons he had joined and tried to vacation there as often as he could.

A soft knock sounded on Luca's office door, then opened to Daniel, who smiled at Luca and then at Henry. “She's here.” He told them, giddy, then scurried away.

Henry gulped and took a deep breath to gather and calm his nerves, knowing she was going to be just as, if not even more nervous and possibly scared of her new surroundings and the prospect of him fostering her for an unknown amount of time, so he wanted to make a good first impression and put her at ease, when they finally met. Luca stood up and Henry followed him out of his office and down the hall to a conference-like room, where they found her with Daniel, who was keeping her company, until they arrived. Henry easily met her eye as he moved into the room, since Luca was several inches shorter than him, and felt both his heart and his stomach clench, gulping thickly.

– Normal PoV –

You were even more beautiful in person than the photo gave credit for.

Your hair was a little bit longer than it was in the photo and pulled up into a bun, no doubt to help keep you cool under the hot California sun. You had on a breezy, cream colored tank top and cute short shorts, that had hugging and smiling marshmallows on them, that made Henry smirk, with ankle socks and easy, slip-on shoes. Everything about you screamed; Little, to Henry's internal Daddy. Especially, your cute shorts and the fact you had shoes with no laces, told him the rough level of your Age Play, without him having looked at your file. You were a Baby all right, and if you weren't fully in Little Space, there was a high chance you were a Toddler, too young of a Toddler to know how to tie your own shoes, needing the slip-ons when you were in that degree of Little Space, just to put them on, when you needed them.

He felt his hands tingle to take a hold of you, to fold you into his arms and never let you go, to protect you inside of them forever and ever, to coddle and spoil you. You set off his Daddy in every way possible and Henry loved every bit of it.

“Hello.” Luca smiled at you, dropping his voice and turning on his own Daddy instincts, being the Daddy of a Little Boy himself, named Peter. “Welcome to Huntersville, I'm Mayor Luca Shannon, I help run the town.” He told you, softly. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” He said, extending his hand to you.

You looked at his hand, met his eyes and looked at his hand again, then dropped your eyes to the floor, before extending your hand and taking a hold of Luca's, gently. Henry tilted his head as he observed you, he knew you were timid, it had been noted in your file, but he wasn't sure if your reaction to Luca wanting to shake your hand was a product of your being timid or just nervous.

Likely, all the above. Henry settled, mentally.

Henry looked back at you and was slightly surprised to find your eyes on him. But, your eyes regarded him softly, with a curiousness that seemed to be muffled in thick cotton, as if you feared anything, but a blank expression would cause him to react negatively towards you. Wanting to disprove that possible theory and just wanting you to feel at ease with him; Henry smiled brightly at you.

“This is Henry.” Luca said, stepping sideways, unblocking the path between you both. “As you know, from the Huntersville's booklet you get, when you apply for a residency application, all Littles need a Big, and if they don't have one, we find them a foster Big. Henry here has agreed to be your foster Big.” He explained to you, grinning like crazy, he had been trying to find Henry a Little since the two of them met three years earlier and hit it off, easily falling into a friendship and a bond as fellow Daddies.

“Hi.” Henry said, his voice was very soft and low, keeping his muscular body relaxed, knowing just how imposing he could be; carefully holding out his hand to you.

You slowly extended your hand to him, still holding his eyes. You bit your lip, feeling Henry gently slip and close his big hand around yours, but he didn't squeeze, he just had a reassuring pressure about your hand, that gave you a small amount of ease. Henry smiled a little more at you, feeling your hand relax in his and saw a little bit more life come into your eyes; a layer of that thick cotton falling away.

“Is it okay, if I'm your Big and I take you home with me?” Henry asked, lifting a brow at you.

You bit your lip and looked up at him, shyly, but nodded your head at him. “Yeah.” You squeaked, quietly, the first words you spoke, since Henry and Luca came into the room.

“All right.” He smiled at you, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

“Are you both sure?” Luca asked, looking between you. “This means full supervision and care.” He said, brows lifted in emphasis. “Nothing left out, unless the two of you agree on it.”

“I'm sure.” Henry nodded, eager and excited. “You know, I'll take absolute care of her.” He smiled, glancing at you, your hand still folded in his, and chuckled, as he watched you smile shyly.

“I'm okay with it.” You replied, your body scrunching up a little bit, bashfully, making you look so cute to the two Daddies.

“All right then.” Luca grinned, clapping his hands together. “Henry, I entrust her into your care. You do know what will happen if you don't take proper care of her?”

“I do, and it won't happen.” Henry said, firmly.

“I know, but I have to get the formalities out of the way.” Luca chuckled, smiling at his friend. “So, with that, you two are free to go or stay for a little while and get to know each other. I'll let you decide and will be in my office, if you need anything.” He said, before stepping out of the room.

Henry looked down at you and gave your hand a gentle squeeze, getting you to look up at him. “Did you travel far?” He asked, tilting his head at you.

You nodded your head, gulping. “I did.” You replied, telling him where you came from, softly.

“That's a long flight, not counting the two hour drive to Huntersville from the airport.” Henry replied, biting the corner of his lip as he regarded you, he could see the start of the dark circles under your eyes, and didn't doubt you were jet lagged and the time zone changes were going to wear on you.

You nodded your head at him, blinking softly, you were slipping into Little Space and your body hurt from sitting so long on the long flight. Henry scanned the room and saw the one, black and large, rolling suitcase by the conference table.

“Is this all you have?” He asked you, stepping forward and pulling up the handle.

“Yes.” You replied, pressing your lips together.

“All right.” Henry nodded back at you, still holding your one hand and took a hold of the handle to your suitcase. “Let's get you settled in, Little one.” He cooed at you, sweetly, leading you out of the conference room and down the hall to the welcoming area of the town hall, where there was a buzz of other Littles, Mommies and Daddies.

Henry looked at you as you edged a little closer to him as you headed for the main doors of the town hall, going for Henry's car parked out front.

“I know. It takes a little getting used to; seeing Mommies, Daddies and other Littles so out in the open like this.” He said, letting your hand go long enough to push open the door and motioned with his head for you to step outside first. “But, trust me, once you do, it's wonderful.” He smiled at you, encouragingly.

“I'm sure you'll make Little friends in no time, as well.”

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