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Henry Cavill Masterlist

Homecoming The List The Dentist You're My Home Boop! Red Velvet My Hero The Lunch Those Thighs Though 🔥

INSTALOVE?

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Captain Syverson Masterlist

Itty Bitty Bout Time Emma Jane ☁️🔥 (follows Itty Bitty) Watermelon Sugar 🔥 The New Word Welcome Home, Daddy Give An Old Country Boy A Chance

The Tree Lighting 🎄

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Walter Marshall Masterlist

The Dinner 🔥 Fuzzy Bear

The Two Detectives: The Backstory: Part One II Part Two (tbc) (with Sherlock) The One With The Two Detectives: Part One II Part Two (tbc) (with Sherlock)

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Welcome home, Daddy

Summary: You were four months pregnant when Sy was deployed. One night after your son is born you’re woken up by a phone call: Sy has a surprise for you.

Pairing: Syverson x reader

Word Count: 1,489

Warnings: Fluff. Deployment of husband while reader is pregnant, breastfeeding.

A/N: This is my first story in a while. Sorry for the long absence but I had really lost my mojo there for a while. This story snuck up on me out of nowhere, and wouldn’t take no for an answer so here we are! Thank you guys for sticking by me and being patient with me.

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Even in the beginning you knew this was going to be difficult. Not the pregnancy itself, more rather the absence of your husband during it.

Sy had been deployed when you were only four months along. Saying he did not go happily was an understatement. Unlike any of the others he’d been assigned, Sy fought this deployment tooth and nail. Ultimately he had been powerless to change his hand.

You’d reassured him that everything would be ok, and he’d be back in time to see the birth. You both knew that may not happen, but you both held onto the hope that you were right.

A month later you received the first phone call from him since his departure. He would have to stay until their objective was complete. Meaning there was no way he, or anyone else, could tell you when he would be home.

Over the next three months you, and the rest of the Syverson family tried like mad to make sure Sy would be home on the day of your induction.

The Army seemed to want the Captain to be there to witness the birth of his child almost as much as the rest of his family. Yet, given the location and the degree of difficulty pf this mission, he wasn’t going to be easily tracked down. Even with the powers that be making great efforts to get in contact with anyone on, or nearby, the Special Forces team that Sy was leading.

As fate would have it, your little one had different plans anyway. You went into labor two weeks early. They couldn’t reach Sy in time. He called you on a grainy Skype call two days later.

“Oh, Mama,” his breath caught as he spoke, “you did good. You did so good, sweetheart.” He beamed with pride over you and his little one. The two of you talked for a few more minutes before he called over someone passing by. “Hey Tommy, you wanna meet my kid?”

*

Two months later. You’d grown accustomed to the late night feedings, the mountains of diapers, and being spit up on. Not to mention you’d almost cracked the code behind your son's confusing cries.

Tonight was a bit different.

You woke to an odd noise and blindly reached for your phone. In your delirious, sleepy haze you tried to shush the ringing cell phone under your patting hand as if it were your baby.

When you realized what you were doing you rolled your eyes at yourself. Waking fully you reached again for your now silent phone on the nightstand.

The dim screen boasted the picture of you with Sy at the going away party his parents had held at their home. You were both in a Charlie’s Angels pose holding NERF guns. You couldn’t stop laughing long enough to make it a serious pose; Sy on the other hand wore the perfect war face.

The large white numbers read 2:12, beneath them in the notification bubble:

Sy

Missed Call

Your heart flip flopped. Quickly sitting up you jostled the sleeping infant next to you. Letting out a small startled cry, he calmed after hearing your soothing voice. Cradling him close to you caused him to root against your milk swollen breast so you offered to nurse.

You had planned to call Sy back as soon as your son was settled but he beat you to it. Before it even really rang you answered.

“Sy?!” You spoke excitedly in a hushed tone.

“Hey darlin’,” you melted hearing that deep southern drawl. “I didn’t wake ya now did I?”

“Yeah. It’s alright, it was almost time to feed him anyway. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, just wanted to call you while I had the chance.”

You smiled. Hearing his voice, no matter how far away, would always make you feel like everything was right in the world.

“I’m glad you did. We’ve missed you.” You looked down into the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen. Little one was definitely going to look like his father.

“I’ve missed you both so much, darlin.”

Putting it on speaker you sat the phone back over on the nightstand. You sat back against the headboard and listened to Sy talk for a minute, realizing how clear his words were. Normally the service there was iffy at best.

“How’s our little one?”

“Good! He’s nursing now.”

“I thought I could hear those little grunts. Hungry little guy, aren't ya pal?"

Chuckling softly you looked down at your beautiful little boy. You heard the faint, but unmistakable sound of keys jingling together. Before you could ask him what he was doing he interrupted your thoughts.

“The Thompson’s never patched that hole in their garage door did they?”

“Nah, Janice told me Bill was going to, but their new dog likes running in and out of there like it’s a doggy door.”

Sy laughed. It wasn't a big laugh but it made your eyes well up with tears. You missed him like crazy.

“You know what we need?”

You made a soft hmm sound while checking on your son.

“Somma those solar light things for the driveway. Make it easier to see what the hell I'm doing out here in the dark. Wow, the rose bush really has really taken off.”

It was cute; Sy was being Sy again. He wasn’t grumpy or sad right now. He was rambling things off like he would if he were home. This conversation didn't feel rushed or crowded.

It was intimate, quiet.

Quiet.

No static. No iffy service.

Realization hit you.

“Sy, Missed call.”

That call had come from his personal phone.

When he was deployed it was either a foreign number or a blocked number that showed up. In Sy’s words, his personal phone was a ‘glorified paper weight’ out there.

He’s home.

“Sy?” Your voice caught in your throat.

“Yes baby?”

Your ears perked up instantly listening for any signs of your husband.

“Are you…” you trailed off.

You could faintly hear the front door opening slowly downstairs.

“Am I?” He asked with a calm, playful cheerfulness.

You heard the unmistakable thud of his worn combat boots on the hardwood.

You couldn’t speak. You just silently wept with joy.

Hearing his footsteps on the stairs you wondered if this was only a dream that you would eventually wake from. No this was real and the anticipation was killing you.

The top step. No matter what, Sy would always step on the creaky spot. It was like he couldn't avoid it no matter how he tried.

You waited.

*CREAK*

A whisper of “shit..” crescendoed into the phone and through the hall. You tried not to laugh too loud as your son's eyes had just begun to flutter back to sleep.

The phone disconnected as you saw his large silhouette enter the door frame. He paused for a moment; breathing in the smells of home, taking in the sight of you nursing his newborn son.

The bedroom floor groaned under his weight as he came closer, just as it always had. Sy undid his belt, his pants hit the floor at the foot of the bed. Shucking off his gray Army t-shirt, he climbed in under the covers to lay beside you.

You watched him carefully. His eyes had only left yours once since he walked in. You wiped the tears from your face as he settled in beside you. Sy looked down at the content, beautiful little boy that the two of you had made.

Sy reached out with a shaky hand. He wanted so badly to touch him but he was afraid.

“Can I?"

You nodded, "of course you can."

“I won’t hurt him or nothin’, will I?” His hand hovered over his face. “I won’t wake him?”

“Oh honey. No, you won’t hurt him. It’ll be ok if you wake him. He’s pretty good about sleeping though.”

Sy’s fingers gently stroked the top of his son’s head. He marveled at the amount of hair he had and you reminded him of all the times you complained with heartburn.

You just thought you couldn't be more in love with Sy. He leaned over and kissed the sleeping boy's forehead. Your son rewarded him with a brilliant Syverson smile.

“Are you ready to hold him?

Sy smiled bigger than you’d seen in months.

“Yeah.” He sat up on the bed as you turned to present him with his son. Placing the little boy in his arms you looked up to see Sy doing something you’d never seen.

Sy was crying. Unashamed, tears of joy poured down your war hero's chiseled face. His breath hitched as he spoke to his son for the first time.

“Hey little guy. I’m your dad.” More tears sprang forward for you both when his little hand grasped Sy’s wide finger.

“Welcome home, Daddy.” You whispered before kissing his cheek.

***

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[zealoushound]

Mike Masterlist

Where I Belong

Cookies For Santa 🎄

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[zealoushound]

Title: A Dose of Serotonin

Summary: Sy takes care of his girl after she tests positive for Covid. (Told from Sy’s POV)

Pairing: Sy x reader

Word Count: 675

Warnings: fluff, reader has Covid

A/N: This story was inspired by a little drabble I wrote for my beautiful bestie @cavillsthighs. I added a bit here and there and decided to post it.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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Covid.

Stupid fucking covid. Two years in and she catches stupid fucking covid.

She just wanted to go on one trip. Now she’s in the bed coughing her head off, and trying to keep her fever from spiking again. I feel like the best thing I can do is make soup for her, and get her medicine and tissues when she needs them.

She didn’t want me to stay here but I insisted. Unlike everything else, she couldn’t do this one on her own. I'd already been exposed anyway; there was no way I was leaving her alone during this.

Drying my hands on the dish towel I looked around to make sure everything was done. Trash taken out, dishes washed, dinner warming in the crockpot. Only need to dry the laundry and I’ll be done. I could hear her coughing from my place in the kitchen.

“Sy?” Her hoarse voice broke my heart.

“I’m comin, doll,” I grabbed another bottle of water and headed to the bedroom.

My beautiful love. Normally she was bigger than life. Independent, strong, happy go lucky, but right now she looked so small and helpless. She’s bundled up in her favorite blanket, watching that show she’s been obsessing over. Aika had set up camp at the foot of the bed.

“What’d you need sweetheart?” I can’t stop my brows furrowing in concern.

“You,” she asked softly.

This simple request melted my heart. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. It’s my honor to be the one she calls for; the one that she wants to hold her when she needs comfort. I should probably tell her that. Putting the cold bottle down on the nightstand, I kicked off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. She watched me the entire time.

“Aika, come,” I called for her to get down. Being a good girl she hopped down immediately finding her bed by the dresser.

Climbing under the cool sheets I could feel her warmth. Her fever was breaking but still stubbornly hanging on. Seeing her smile despite all the bad shit going through her body right now let me know I was doing something right.

“C’mere darlin.” I said softly.

She immediately wrapped her arms around my torso. Her legs tangling with mine never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She laid her head over my heart.

For a moment everything was still, quiet. The soft hum from the fridge down the hall played in my ear. The tinkling sound of the decorations she had hung on the wall moving with the ac almost made me want to drift off. It was peaceful. For a moment. She coughed again, groaned and buried her face in the blanket over my stomach.

When she moved back I ran my fingers through her hair. I began to think how lucky I was to be here with her. I’d been worried about her since she came home. We thought it was the jet lag making her tired; maybe it was her allergies making her cough. As soon as she asked to take that Covid test I knew something was really wrong.

I pulled her closer to me without a second thought. I want to be as close as I can to her right now. I told her I didn’t care if I got it and I meant it. In fact if I could I’d take it from her, go through it for her I would in a heartbeat.

Her fingers skimmed over my chest, playing with my hair. She laid a soft kiss over my heart. I could stay in this moment, if only she felt better. Snuggling deeper into me she unknowingly made me feel on top of the world. Who do all these cuddles benefit here - me or her? I placed a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you,” I whispered against her warm scalp.

Either way, all I know is if serotonin could cure Covid she’d be over it by now.

[zealoushound]

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Summary: Henry gives the best gifts. Even the unexpected ones.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Word Count: 1,096

Warnings: RPF, smut, fingering, risky creampie, p in v sex, use of sex toy on a woman, male dom

A/N: This was written for @cavillsthighs Cavillmas Challenge. This is for Day 17. The prompt was “the gift that keeps on giving”, so of course this is where my mind went.

Sorry it's a bit late, but hopefully it’s worth the wait.

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–Christmas Day–

A couple of hours ago you’d exchanged gifts with Henry.

You’d given him a beautiful watch and a new Warhammer set that he was currently occupying himself with, giving you time to get ready for dinner.

He had gone overboard with your gifts, even though you’d told him not to. Giving you perfume, clothes, and the gorgeous Hermes bag you’d been drooling over for weeks. You hadn’t even told him about it yet, but somehow he knew.

-earlier-

“Henry, you really didn’t have to do all this. It’s too much! I didn’t give you nearly enough.” You already knew what his response was going to be; the man's love languages were touch and gifts. He adored you, of course you were going to be spoiled.

“You gave me plenty! I love it all! I can’t wait to tear into this kit!” You chuckled when he shook the box like an excited little boy. “Oh, uh… There is one more thing. I can just take it back though.”

“What? No you can’t!” He laughed as you sat up on your knees on the floor beside Kal, who still had the bow atop his head that Henry had placed there after opening his new watch.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want it to be too much.”

“OH! Henry!” You looked around, “where is it?”

He nodded his head over to your new purse. Opening it you discovered a small box wrapped with paper covered in the lyrics to “Jingle Bells”. You made a cute little excited noise and ripped into it. Your face became serious once you discovered what was inside.

Months ago while Henry was away filming you’d talked about this product you’d discovered. A product that he could help you use no matter where he was. He could control it from an app on his phone all he would need you to do was put it in place.

“Hen.” He could hear the lustful tone in your voice.

“Go on. It’s charged, and I've already downloaded the app,” you jumped onto the couch beside him. Taking the toy out he directed you, “the magnet goes over your panties to keep in place. Would you like some help?”

You bit your lip, nodding before lying back. This was fairly self explanatory, but the thought of him placing a vibrator against your slick skin made you even wetter. Positioning himself over you, he slid the toy into your panties. Not without first plunging two thick fingers inside your eager heat.

You moan as he worked them slowly. He withdrew them as soon as your head fell back. “Now, now, little one, what fun would I have if you came too soon, hmm?”

Calming your breath, you pout at him. “Aw, put that lip back sweetheart, you’ll have your fun soon enough. That is… if you’re my good girl.”

You whimper as he puts the vibrator into place against your swollen, needy clit. Settling back on the sofa, he opens the app, Henry places your legs over his lap.

“Ready?” You nod; sighing as gentle pulses course over your sensitive bud all at the touch of his finger.

Henry’s smirk grows wider as his ministrations grow more deliberate. His finger quickens and slows based on your breathing. Before long you were writhing before him, his free hand kneading your breasts. Pulling your shirt up to suckle your hardened nipples.

He backed off every time he thought you were getting too close; changing the rhythm, the speed or even stopping all together. Your moans reached a crescendo once he finally allowed you to come.

“God,” you panted, “I think this is the best gift anyone has ever given me!” Henry laughed and patted your thigh.

“Come on. We should get up; we’ve gotta get ready for dinner. And I have to do something about this.” He looked to his erection laying over his left thigh.

“Oh, I can think of something you could do with that.” Soon your shorts were gone, and his cock was being pulled free of his red and black pajama pants. Your body didn't offer any resistance as he lined up, sliding into you to the hilt.

He thrust into you with fevered abandon. Quickly, you were both coming undone. Feeling his body stiffen you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in even closer. Feeling the ropes of his warm seed painting your walls, the pulses of his thickened manhood stretching you further made you cum once more.

Henry roared as you scratched your fingernails into his lower back. His teeth almost piercing your shoulder adding to your pleasure. Throwing your head back you scream his name.

Still inside you, you let him lie on top of you as long as you could while you traced patterns and love notes across his back. His head rested on your chest listening to the rhythm of your heart, his heavy eyes looking over the couch cushions. Truth be told he would have much preferred staying in your loving arms over going to the family dinner.

He was almost asleep when your soft, sweet voice roused him. “Hen? We’ve got to get ready, puffin.”

He grumbled playfully, but sat up, gently pulling away from you. You hated the loss of his warmth but you knew it wouldn’t be long before you could have him again.

Henry turned to help you stand, then lead you by hand to the bathroom. You watched as he started a shower, going out so you could use the restroom. He came back with the clothes you’d decided to wear, and your new toy.

Taking a longer than normal shower you held him to you for a while before the water started to cool. He bathed you, then himself. You were speechless, he would always take special care of you after, but this time was a bit different.

After the shower, while drying your hair you noticed him washing the toy. Turning off the dryer, you reached for your brush. Henry sat the vibrator by the sink.

“Be sure to put it back on before we go to dinner. I wanna see you try and hide your face while you come in front of everyone we know.”

Your eyes widen. “Henry! No!”

His devilish eyes taunting you as he walked back into the bedroom. “Take your time love, but don’t make me wait too long. You won’t like your punishment.”

You felt heat rising up your spine, making your cheeks and ears flush. You were going to really enjoy this evening.

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[zealoushound]

The New Word

Summary: While playing cowboy with the boys Sy says a phrase that he immediately regrets.

Pairing: Syverson x reader

Word Count: 324

Warnings: None really expect there’s a swear word innocently said by a toddler.

A/N: This drabble was brought to you by the picture below lol. Kids sometimes say bad words especially if they hear a parent/guardian say them. I know mine have lol. Please don’t @ me, it’s fiction.

Also you gotta have this look in mind when you read it.

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Four Syverson boys. Four, six, seven and thirty seven. The youngest perched on his fathers back, happily bouncing about as his “horsey” galloped him through the living room.

“Yee haw!” Your middle son shouted, his voice surrounded by laughter as he rode his stick pony.

Loud pops echoed into the kitchen from the six and seven year olds pop gu ns. You shook your head, and rubbed your swollen belly. “Oh little girl, enjoy your quiet time while you can.”

Your oldest shouted, “you’ll never catch me!” As he popped another shot while escaping the living room into a bedroom down the hall.

“This way Danny! He’s getting away!” You chuckle at the way your second born calls for his brother. The steady sound of Sy’s hands and knees on the carpet increase as he makes it across your large living room to the hall.

“Wets go! Giddy up!” You step out to see Danny’s little feet spurring Sy in the ribs as he clutches a handful of his red t-shirt.

“Yippee ki yay!” The six year old called halfway down the hall.

Knowing Sy as well as you did you knew what was coming before the words came from him. By the time thought of the words to stop him it was too late; he’d already said it.

“Jacob Ryan Syverson!” A pause as your oldest poked his head out of his doorway. “Senior!” The younger relaxed.

The pony hung its head in shame. Under his breath he uttered another four letter word, “aw, shit.”

“Go on. Y’all keep playing. It’s already out there now! Boys don’t repeat that, please!”

The timer went off for the cookies baking in the oven as you went back into the kitchen. You missed your youngest as he leaned over his father’s shoulder and whispered, “Daddy? Was a mudder pucker?”

Although you did hear Sy’s roar of laughter as he fell belly first onto the floor. “Oh, boy.”

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