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Since you’re currently into Henry Cavill, how do you think each of his characters would react if they unexpectedly walked in on the reader while changing?
Bestie, I love these types of asks. They're so fun. I haven't watched all of his movies so I am going to do the ones I know.
Ciao bella!! For your requests...
How's about #8 with Bodyguard Walter Marshall? You know I'm a sucker for those curls. 😘😘
I continue to suck at writing 100 word drabbles so here you go. Enjoy!
Pairing: Walter Marshall x F!Reader Word Count: 841 Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angsty, violence, whump and soft Walter. A/N: This is my first Walter fic and my first time writing for a Henry Cavill character so be kind! Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.
The world seems to move in slow motion, every detail sharp and painful. A high-pitched drone rings in your ears while dust chokes your throat, making it difficult to breathe. When you touch your head, your hand comes away bloody and you blink in an attempt to clear your vision. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the wail of sirens. You try to make sense of it all but your mind struggles to hold onto any thought too long.
Glass crunches under your heels as you take a hesitant step forward. You wobble, pitching toward the ground until a pair of strong arms catch you. You look up and Walter's face comes into focus, his features sharp and concerned despite the surreal blur around you. His lips move under his thick beard, but it sounds like he’s speaking underwater.
💜🥰🤩 he’s so sweet and protective 🤩🥰💜
Can I get "Don't be shy now, sit on my face" with the cowboy himself, Mr. Tyler Owens?
BESTIE. The scream I scrumpt. Thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the mechanical bull idea. This is long because I am incapable of responding to a request in 100 words apparently.
Pairing: Tyler Owens x F!Reader Word Count: 569 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral (female receiving) and face sitting. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.
"And this is supposed to help me ride the mechanical bull how exactly?" you question with your knees planted on either side of Tyler's chest.
"Just trust me, sweetheart."
“That's not an answer," you tell him archly.
He tilts his head back to look up at you. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"No...I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit.
He gazes steadily at you, and the way he rubs his hands up and down your thighs is both soothing and reassuring. "Well, you know what I like to say....you don't face your fears, you ride them."
“Not a goddamn thing.”
Do you think Six would start a new career after escaping with Claire? What job do you think he would go for? Like he's done with the whole assassin thing and just wants to distance himself from it so he works at a flower shop or something lol
This is a great ask. I feel like he might end up doing a job with some manual labor because that's just what he's used to. Maybe working in construction, at a sawmill or lumber yard? I could also see him at a plant nursery where he lugs around heavy stuff and does odd jobs. Although I imagine Claire giving him a hard time about those types of jobs.
"You're getting old. Isn't that bad for your joints?"
“Thank you for that Claire, yes I am."
I could also see him working after hours at a place since I suspect he doesn't want to be around a lot of people. He could be a janitor or night guard somewhere. Though…he'd probably want to be home with Claire in the evenings so maybe not.
He'd want to do something very different from his old job. Oh, maybe he gets hired at a bakery and is just hopeless in the kitchen so they put him on the register, which would be hilarious. He can handle spy work and assassinations but he'd struggle so much with rude customers and a difficult POS system.
You watch Six hunt and peck at the keys of the old cash register, glaring down at it like it personally offended him somehow. The line of customers is growing longer by the second and you sigh when you hear the chime above the door jingle again, announcing a new customer.
"You said you had previous experience in the customer service industry," you remind Six, coming to stand beside him.
"Different type of service," he says, exhaling heavily when the register doesn't open. You jump when he pounds his fist on the side of it. The drawer flies open and he smiles. "That will be $10.95," he tells the elderly woman who has been waiting patiently for the last five minutes.
Her eyes widen when he grimaces at her; you're fairly certain he thinks it's a smile, bless him. Even though he's a hard worker, taking care of all the heavy lifting and cleaning after hours, your aunt still wants you to fire him because he's hopeless with customers. He was patient with them sure, but also slightly terrifying at times when he'd just stare at them without any expression on his face.
You know he's now what people expect when they stop in at the bakery you co-own with your aunt. Not even the bright pink apron he wears with the shop logo and cartoon cakes and cookies can hide the fact that Six looks like an extra from a John Wick movie.
This is just perfect 🥰
