My main blog is @nothinggoesunpunished, I'll follow you from there. This is a side blog for all things Cavill only. I need to keep things in order. The chaos in my life is enough. LET THE THIRST BEGIN!
Hello everyone! This is my first time writing fanfiction. Chapter one is an introduction to the kind of relationship the characters have and, in future chapters I will fill in the gaps left in this part.
But first, let's see how this one goes.
Feedback is greatly appreciated.
I took the name from a song written by Jewel. Go and listen to it. Trust me, after the first verse, THAT person will pop in your head. Never fails.
Before we jump in, there's a few people I need to thank:
@littlefreya for helping me with the editing since I don't have a beta yet, for encouraging me knowing what a big deal this is for me, and for all the things you already know. I'll always be in your debt.
@mary-ann84 for making me feel welcome since day one and putting up with me and my annoying questions at any time of day. Girl, you deserve an award for patience.
@radaofrivia for taking the time to read my ramblings and giving me the reassurance I needed. For showing up out of nowhere when I was almost defeated by my lack of tumblr comprehension and explained everything to me with the patience of a kindergarten teacher. Greek god Henry sent you my way, I have no doubt.
There aren't words enough to express how big of an inspiration all of you are to me. To be able to call you my friends, fills my heart with extreme joy and gratitude. So again THANK YOU.
I took the liberty to tag some people, to some I asked for their permission, to others I didn't, so if this bothers you in any way, just message me and I'll fix it, there's absolutely no obligation and I won't be offended.
With that being said, let's get to the point.
Title: Don't
Pairing: Henry x female reader.
Word count: 1682
Warnings: Angst, fluff, and if you squint your eyes you might find a bit of smut.
Summary: Henry and reader are a couple living together for 1 year. Reader have struggled with self esteem issues and insecurities her whole life and when she met Henry, she thought she had left all that in the past, but certain events made her realize that her soul is far from being healed.
Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction written by me. Please don't post it anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs here are welcomed of course. Thank you.
"Are you ok, darling?"
"Yes, honey"
"Are you sure? You don't seem ok"
"I'm ok, Hen," you smiled, "I'm just tired. I wanna get home, have a shower and then go to bed"
He didn't seem convinced but he didn't ask again. The rest of the ride home was silent, you looked out the window and prayed for the strength to act like everything was normal, while he concentrated on the road and hummed along to the radio.
But you knew better. You knew that this man, the most gorgeous man on earth, the man you called your boyfriend, the man every woman (and a lot of men too), thirsted for, was also the smartest, the most affectionate and that he paid attention to every single thing, especially you. He could notice the smallest change in your demeanor, he could tell when something was wrong and this time was no difference. He was just giving you time to process whatever it was upsetting you before you could talk to him, but in no way was he buying the "just tired" bs. And you knew it.
You entered the house and discarded your shoes and purse. Henry was taking Kal out of the car and into the house when you said "I'm gonna take a shower," and quickly rushed upstairs without waiting for an answer, you needed to be alone so desperately.
You got into the bathroom and took your clothes off without even glancing in the mirror, you didn't want to see anybody, much less yourself.
The hot water was bliss to your sore muscles, too bad it didn't make a difference to the pain in your heart. You rested your forehead into the tiled wall and felt the water gently massaging your back and legs. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the bathroom door being open. Henry was already behind you, his strong hands caressing your back as light as a feather and his mouth on your ear, "may I join you?"
You turned around and looked at him, at those eyes bluer than the sky itself, at those curls that did things to you just by looking at them, and that smile, the most perfect and genuine smile you had ever seen, it was literally impossible not to smile back at him, it was contagious.
He didn't wait for an answer, he lowered himself to put his arms around your waist as you put yours around his neck and kissed you deeply and tenderly. You knew he did that so you wouldn't have to be on your tiptoes to kiss him, he was so damn considerate and perfect it infuriated you sometimes.
So you closed your eyes and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, he sensed the heat in your kiss and grabbing your behind, lifted you up still kissing you, putting your back against the wall. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him and he broke the kiss to look at you, his hair was tousled all over from the water and your hands. His lips were swollen from the kissing and his eyes were dark with lust but also full of love. Oh,so much love.
"What do you want?" He said, "Tell me. What do you need? I'm here, I'm yours".
Something inside of you broke, it was too much. "I want you, Henry. I need you. Now. Inside of me. Please".
He didn't wait for you to ask again, maneuvering you as if you weighed nothing, he made you descend on his length without breaking eye contact, until you were completely full of him. He started to move, slowly and leisurely making you moan and clung to him for dear life.
He didn't know about the battle that was going on inside you. You wanted him to crawl within you and fill the emptiness eating your soul, you wanted to hold him and never let go, you wanted to stop time. Or maybe go back in time, or just disappear. But for the time being you were just grateful for the water running over both of you, not letting Henry notice that your tears were running as well.
Even if you were shattered inside, your body would always succumb to him, there was no point in resisting, and as he kept moving in and out of you, whispering sweet nonsenses in your ear, the orgasm hit you like a thunder lightning crying out his name, his release following moments later triggered by your loud moans.
He held you still between him and the wall while you both recovered your breath, filling your neck with open mouthed kisses.
He lowered you and you held him tightly, putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It always soothed you. You both stayed that way under the shower in silence, until you started to feel the boiling inside you rising again. "I'm gonna get the towels" you said, "I got it" said he and with a swift move of his long arms, he reached for the towels and started drying you, hair first, then your body, slowly, caressing every inch of it and leaving light kisses everywhere his hands would pass.
He was kneeling in front of you, drying your legs and slowly going up, your eyes were fixated on him and his movements, not saying a word. He looked up, saw you staring, and reaching up, caressed your face so softly it made you lean your head in his hand, closing your eyes. It was like time stopped and you were there alone just savoring that moment, keeping it in your memory forever and you couldn't help the single tear rolling down your cheek into his hand...
When you opened your eyes, you saw the look of concern on his face, "What is it baby? What's wrong?"
You needed to make a choice, so you chose the truth. At least the one truth that wouldn't hurt him: "I love you so much".
"And that makes you cry?"
You chuckled a little, "No, I sometimes get overwhelmed by all these feelings, I'm sorry for being so sensitive" you said, wiping your eyes and smiling through tears.
He stood up and crashed your lips with his, taking you by surprise and lifting you up, carrying you like a bride to your bed.
He got in too, cuddling you from behind and you intended to get up to find one of his t-shirts, your go-to pajamas since day one with him, but he stopped you with his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, your back on his chest, your naked bodies molding perfectly together under the sheets.
You clutched his hand in yours, closed your eyes and tried to ease your racing heart.
His voice took you back to reality:
"Look at me, love"
You turned around in his arms just enough to look him in the eyes, and it surprised you to see, his were a little watery too.
"I love you" he whispered. "I love you like I never thought it was possible to love someone. You have brought to my life the hope that my tired heart believed was lost. I want to spend every minute of every day with you and when my work keeps us apart, I can't wait to share with you every detail of my day. You know sometimes..." he paused, smiling and looking away, "sometimes I have to tell myself *get it together Cavill! You're a grown man acting like a teenager*, but that's what you do to me" he said looking at you again and caressing your lips with his thumb, "You're my fuel, my reason, you're my last thought when I go to sleep and my first one when I wake up, and I'm so grateful to have you that sometimes I'm scared to think that I don't express it enough for you to actually get a glimpse of how happy you make me. That's why I might seem a little clingy around you... I love you and I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, that I'm always here for you, it doesn't matter if I'm working or doing anything else, you are my priority, ok?"
You were a crying mess by now and watching his red eyes trying so hard not to cry, wasn't helping.
"Ok?" he said again, clearly demanding an answer from you.
But your words wouldn't come out. How? How could you tell him? How on earth was he supposed to imagine that he had chosen the worst possible moment to tell you this?
So again you settled for the truth, the only indisputable truth you could give him, and nodding you took his face in your hands and kissed him, pulling him on top of you.
He engulfed you in his arms and broke the kiss to breathe, you covered his face with light kisses tasting the salt of his tears which only added more sorrow to your battered soul.
"Make love to me," you said against his lips. He looked at you through hooded eyes and went for the spot on your neck he knew drove you crazy.
This was the truth. The fact that when you were together you couldn't tell where each of you ended and the other began. The absolute certainty of loving him with every fiber of your being, knowing you could never love anyone else this much, not even in a thousand lives. You never hid it. It was impossible to...
A few hours later, you were watching him peacefully asleep, his features even more beautiful in the dim morning light. You carefully kissed him and placed your head on his chest, he held you tighter against him and said something that sounded like "I love you". "I love you too" you said, granting him again the truth you couldn't deny.
The unspoken truth however, the one he was about to learn, was that in fact, the one you didn't love... was yourself.
@littlefreya and @viking-raider each rounded up a team of us from the cavillry to see who could endure being spanked the longest and harshest by Henry Cavill. I donât remember the prize.
I've been away from tumblr for a while, just looking at my feed from time to time. But if Henry feels like spanking you, you gotta make time for that, right?
What? You want me to pick a hand?
Use both, baby. I got 58 to go. Let's do this.
Thank you my lovely @radaofrivia for tagging me đ
"WALTERRRRR! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DOOOOOO!?" you yelled, laughing.
"Don't you like it? I think I do." Walter laughed at your reaction.
You just came home from a stressful day at work. And you walked into the kitchen and Walter was standing there. At first you thought is was some stranger. Because...
Well because of this...
"YOU SHAVED!? AND YOU DIDN'T ASK ME FIRST!? WALTER I SWEAR...NOOOO!" you hysterically laughed at him. Tears streaming down your cheeks from laughter and shock.
"Hahahaha, baby don't you like it?" he laughed at you
"Brooooo, where is the beard? I loved it so much. It was so scruffy and tickly. I loved it between my legs, Walt! Gotta say you do look 20 years younger now! " you said
"Wait did you just bro me? And hey, did you call me old!? Ooooh baby you're in trouble!!!!" Walter walked over you and lifted you over his shoulders. You pinched his butt. He smacked yours harshly, a red handprint forming on your buttcheek. You moaned and giggled
"I'll show you that no facial hair can feel pretty damn good too baby, trust me I will!"
Ask and you shall receive đ (sheâs well over 18years old in this though because yikes)
Washed ashore after the triumphant victory over the sea witch, his eyes blink hard into the reflecting light coming from the water. Like pure diamonds, her dress shines and glimmers with each step. Her legs carry her steadily this time out of the ocean and towards the love of her dreams, Eric. She runs for him and in his great arms he catches her with ease, spinning her in the air with excitement and he kisses her hard. He sets her on her feet for a moment to just look upon her. Strands of her long and vibrant red hair danced across her face in the ocean breeze as her doe eyes stared into his soul with a wanting that she had never felt before. She clutched the loosened white shirt that revealed Ericâs broad chest and the dusting of dark curls that covered it.
âEric,â her melodious voice sent fire through his nerves with a tremor. And he wanted nothing more than to hear her say his name over and over until she screamed. She couldnât help the curious gasp that escaped her lips when his eyes seemed to darken and he picked her up swiftly into his arms, carrying her to his chamber suite in the castle. He lays her upon the bed and worships her, every inch of skin of hers set alight by his lips and the traces paterns of his tongue. The new sensations had her mewling his name and begging for something she never knew was a desire. The beat was pooling low in her belly and her thighs shook of their own accord. He ran his hands over her legs, allowing her time to memorize the feeling of her newly gifted limbs before he had them both stripped of their garments.
He was gentle when he finally entered her. A heavy groan passed from his lips that had his princess glowing with satisfaction. He felt her muscles relax to take him further until he was fully sheathed in her warmth. His name babbled from her as a mantra to her pleasure and with a final hitch of her legs to wrap his waist, he leant forward to gain the perfect angle of leverage, pressing a soft and loving kiss to her panting lips as he began to thrust into her with speed.
âI want nothing more than to hear that voice scream my name.â
So... would anyone be opposed to me posting part one of my Walter x OFC series tonight??? đ @geralt-of-baevia @angryschnauzer @littlefreya @viking-raider @dancingwendigo
Iâve been so busy rn and received this notification when I was answering a test. Thank you so much for recommending my masterlist, bb! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! đđ Wuv youuuu!
If you wish to take part in any fandom, you need to accept and respect these three laws.
If you arenât able to do that, then you need to realise that your actions are making fandom unsafe for creators. That you are stifling creativity.
Like vaccination, fandom only works if everyone respects these rules. Creators need to be free to make their fanart, fanfics and all other content without fear of being harassed or concern-trolled for their creative choices, no matter whether you happen to like that content or not.
The First Law of Fandom
Donât Like; Donât Read (DL;DR)
It is up to you what you see online. It is not anyone elseâs place to tell you what you should or should not consume in terms of content; it is not up to anyone else to police the internet so that you do not see things you do not like. At the same time, it is not up to YOU to police fandom to protect yourself or anyone else, real or hypothetical.
There are tools out there to help protect you if you have triggers or squicks. Learn to use them, and to take care of your own mental health. If you are consuming fan-made content and you find that you are disliking it - STOP.
The Second Law of Fandom
Your Kink Is Not My Kink (YKINMK)
Simply put, this means that everyone likes different things. Itâs not up to you to determine what creators are allowed to create. Itâs not up to you to police fandom.Â
If you donât like something, you can post meta about it or create contrarian content yourself, seek to convert other fans to your way of thinking. Â
But you have no right to say to any creator âI do not like this, therefore you should not create it. Nobody should like this. It should not exist.â
Itâs not up to you to decide what other people are allowed to like or not like, to create or not to create. Thatâs censorship. Donât do it.
The Third Law of Fandom
Ship And Let Ship (SALS)
Much (though not all) fandom is about shipping. There are as many possible ships as there are fans, maybe more. You may have an OTP (One True Pairing), you may have a NOTP, that pairing that makes you want to barf at the very thought of its existence.
Itâs not up to you to police ships or to determine what other people are allowed to ship. Just because you find that one particular ship problematic or disgusting, does not mean that other people are not allowed to explore its possibilities in their fanworks.
You are free to create contrarian content, to write meta about why a particular ship is repulsive, to discuss it endlessly on your private blog with like-minded persons.
It is not appropriate to harass creators about their ships, it is not appropriate to demand they do not create any more fanworks about those ships, or that they create fanwork only in a manner that you deem appropriate.
These three laws add up to the following:
You are not paying for fanworks content, and you have no rights to it other than to choose to consume it, or not consume it. If you do choose to consume it, do not then attack the creator if it wasnât to your taste. Thatâs the height of bad manners.
Be courteous in fandom. It makes the whole experience better for all of us.
Literally I had this epic idea of a fic and then I started reading some stuff last night and I realised its already been done (kind of) and I was just sitting there like âwell⊠Iâm not needed here tbhâ
Legittttttt. I actually struggle to read most of the time nowadays because one, my attention span is actually fucked regardless of interests. And two, I want to throat punch myself out of insecurityÂ
BECAUSE if I canât make it PERFECT it wonât exist at allÂ
@monstersnmoney @tillthelandslide sorry for barging in your discussion but nobody can tell a story like you do. Even if itâs done before, you always have a different version to tell. Different people =different stories
