#henrycavillxreader

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

More Than a Love Letter (Part II)

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: Henry is away shooting and has been super stressed lately, so you come up with the perfect plan to surprise him

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex, sex toys, daddy kink, dom male, sly exhibitionism, dirty photography, voyeurism, odour kink, and spanking

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A day later, you nervously paced around your apartment, waiting for Chelsea, your best friend and also a very talented photographer, to arrive. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation. You had been meticulously preparing for this day, wanting to create something special for Henry that would convey your love and desire for him like never before. The thought of posing in front of the camera in lingerie and even without any clothes made your heart race with both nervousness and thrill.

When Chelsea finally arrived, you greeted her with a warm hug. She had been your friend for years, and you knew you could trust her to capture the most intimate moments with artistic sensibility. She set up her camera and lighting equipment, while you fussed over your appearance, smoothing down your hair and adjusting the straps of your lingerie.

"Are you ready for this?" Chelsea asked with a reassuring smile, sensing your nerves. You took a deep breath and nodded, "I am. I want to make this special for Henry." Chelsea nodded in understanding, and she began to guide you through the shoot, suggesting poses and angles that would bring out your natural beauty and sensuality. Currently, you were in a red lingerie set, that barely covered anything. Your man loved it like that. Chelsea suggested you take off the bra, and cover up with your hands, being just in your panties. Her gentle and encouraging words helped you relax as you posed on the bed, feeling vulnerable yet empowered at the same time.

"Arch your back a little more, that's it," Chelsea said, her eyes focused on capturing the perfect shot. "Look into the camera with those gorgeous eyes of yours, Kiara. Show Henry how much you desire him. Remove the hands, pinch your nipples. Make them hard for him. Just like that." She encouraged and you followed. It was as if with each word of hers your inhibitions were leaving your body, making you bolder. You followed Chelsea's instructions, letting your body express your love and longing for Henry. You stretched out your legs, pose just in your panties.

"Beautiful!" Chelsea exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious. "You're doing great, Kiara. Henry will be blown away by these photos. How about we try something bolder?" She suggested a d you nodded. She was definitely good with her work you thought. She suggested you take off everything and just pose in the necklace he gave you. Just like Rose from Titanic, and you did. She even took some candid shots of you taking off your clothes, spreading your leg wide, your pussy well on display. This was obviously becoming more than just a boudoir shoot, but you were enjoying it. As the shoot progressed, you felt a growing sense of confidence and liberation.

"Okay, let's try something a little different now," Chelsea said determined . "I have an idea that I think you'll love." You watched with curiosity as Chelsea rearranged the sheets on the bed, creating a cozy and inviting setup. She suggested you lie down and let your hair cascade over your shoulders while intertwining yourself in the sheets. You hesitated for a moment, but then you decided to trust Chelsea's vision. As you settled into the sheets, feeling their softness against your skin, Chelsea started capturing some of the most sensual and intimate shots of the entire shoot. She slowly guided you into some of the sex positions like doggy style, sidh your ass puckered on display. You let yourself get lost in the moment, forgetting about the camera and fully immersing yourself in the experience. You even started fingering yourself moaning, as Chelsea just kept clicking. She then put some glitter in your hands and as you played with your nipples, and clit, moving your hands across your whole body, you ended up creating a beautiful art peace on yourself.

This was definitely getting wild and you had never felt this empowered before. You bit your lip as she even took some shots of you cleaning yourself up in the shower, and then later with sex toys and hand cuffs. There you were, ond if your hand tied to the bed, while you pushed a plug in your butt with the other. "Mmm Kiara, were you a pornstar or something? You're doing it like a professional girl." Chelsea said, but kept clicking without trying to make it awkward for the two of you. The chemistry between you and the lens was palpable, and you knew these photos would be incredibly special.

After the shoot, as you and Chelsea reviewed the images together, you were amazed at how beautifully they had turned out. Each photograph was a work of art, capturing your love and desire for Henry in a way that words could not express. You were blushing at some of the slutiest shots you took, but ended up feeling so confident in that. You were grateful to Chelsea for her skill and artistry in capturing these precious moments, and you knew that Henry would cherish these photos for a lifetime.

"Thank you, Chelsea," you said with tears in your eyes, "These photos mean so much to me. I can't wait to see Henry's reaction when I give him the album!" You said as she gave you a big hug all the while convincing you to star in a porn movie, or maybe atleast do something like 365 days with Henry. Although that does sound like a nice idea, now that you think about it.

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Finally the day was here, and you had sent off the package to him. You anxiously awaited Henry's call, your heart fluttered with excitement. You had carefully coordinated with his manager to set up a box in his room and run a hot bath for him, complete with bath bombs, oils, and all the things you knew he loved. You couldn't wait to hear his reaction when he saw it all.

Finally, your phone rang, and it was Henry's familiar face on the screen. He looked tired, but his smile brightened as soon as he saw you. You greeted him with warmth and affection, telling him to return to his room and relax. You could see the curiosity in his eyes as he followed your instructions. As Henry entered his room, he was surprised to see a huge box with a note that said, "Open me after the bath." He made his way to the bathroom, and his eyes widened in astonishment as he saw a hot bath waiting for him, just like how you would set it up at home. The scent of the bath bombs and oils filled the air, reminding him of you. He couldn't help but grin, knowing that you had thought of every little detail to make him feel loved and cherished.

Just as Henry was about to undress and slip into the bath, his phone rang, and it was you. He answered eagerly, and your voice sounded as soothing and enchanting as ever. You could tell he was already in a better mood, and it made your heart swell with happiness.

"Hey, babe," Henry said, his grin widening, "You won't believe what I found in my room. It's like you're here with me." You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm glad you like the surprise, love. I wanted you to have a little piece of home while you're away." Henry's voice softened, and he couldn't help but express his love for you. "You're amazing, my princess. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you. Honestly, I don't deserve you babygirl" Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. "You deserve every bit of it my lovely man. Now, go ahead and relax in the bath. You deserve it."

Henry smiles and slips into the warm water, and you could see the tension melting from his body as he sighed in contentment. You both sipped on your favorite wine, and the conversation flowed effortlessly, just like it always did when you were together. "I was having probably the worst days on set, and it was as if you knew it." He says as you chuckle. "Always here to rescue my man" You say as he chuckles and all you could do was admire that. Both him and you didn't know he needed this so much. Just the gesture made him feel so much better, and seeing him happy made your heart feel light, as if a huge weight sss lifted off of it.

As you talked, you couldn't help but imagine Henry's bare body in the bath, and the thought made you smirk. You knew he was equally captivated by your presence, and you could sense the desire and love he had for you through the screen. It made your heart swell with affection. "I wish you were here with me," Henry said softly, his eyes filled with longing. You felt the same way, but you knew that this care package was the next best thing to being physically together. "Me too, Hen," you replied, your voice filled with tenderness, "But just imagine, we're sharing this bath together, even though we're miles apart." Henry's eyes sparkled, and he nodded, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. "I can feel your presence, princess. It's like you're right here with me."

You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with love for this man who meant everything to you. "I'd never leave a good looking man like yourself alone anyway." You chuckle as he laughs with you. Henry's gaze never left the screen as he nodded, his eyes filled with adoration.

As the water grew colder, you both decided to get out of the bath. You quickly changed into one of his oversized shirts. "Enjoying the view Cavill?" You say chuckling and giving an intentional wiggle to your bum. "Yes ma'am" That's all he said as he gawked at you. "Go change and you can finally open the package." He chuckles and changes into his sleeping shorts, then sets up the camera so you can both see each other. You watch as he opens the box, and your heart swells with excitement.

He looks through the notes from your family, smiling at the sweet messages and even laughing at the funny ones. But then he reaches the letter you wrote him, and his expression changes. He reads it slowly, and you can see his eyes light up as he takes in every word. You watch him with a smirk on your face, knowing that you've turned him on with your words. As he finishes reading, he looks up at you with a smile and says, "Damn, babygirl. You know just how to make me feel loved and desired at the same time."

He then reaches the naughty things. Grabbing your panties with excitement as he immediately brought it up to smell it. "Fuck" He growled and you can see the bulge growing in his shorts as you squirmed yourself. He was addicted to your smell. He then reached for the fleshlight and lube and then looked at you. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" He said, as he pulls it open, and slowly drives a finger in it, giving you a show. This was turning you on like crazy and you could feel the wetness building in your pussy. "God, baby," he says, a little breathless. "You're killing me here." He adds as you just squirm with all his teasing. He then retracts himself from teasing you and finally smirks seeing the candle you gave him, he immediately lights it up and a moan escapes his mouth. He is awfully hard. "God baby you really thought it all through. Didn't you?" He adds as you can't help but blush at his reaction. You know just how much he loves it when you take charge and get a little naughty. It's one of the things that makes your relationship so fun and exciting.

As he continues to look through the package, he comes across the boudoir album you sent him. "What is this...?" He lifts the album and flips through it."Holy fuck" He's almost shocked as he looks through the pages, and you can tell he's having a hard time keeping his composure. He has so much love for you, but at the same time, he's incredibly turned on by what he's seeing, and it's visible by the tent in his shorts. At the back of the album you had also put a QR code through which he could easily view the digital copies. Something you thought would come in handy for him.

You chuckle as he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "God, babygirl," he says again. "You really outdid yourself with this one. You are the best, you know that?" You smile, feeling proud of yourself for being able to bring him so much joy and pleasure. "I'm glad you like it, Henry. I wanted to do something special for you, something that would make you feel loved and desired." "Well, you definitely succeeded in that," he says, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to see you in person and show you just how much I appreciate everything you do for me." You feel your own body responding to his words, and you know that you're both feeling the same intense desire for each other. You can't wait to be with him again, to feel his body against yours and to lose yourself in the pleasure of his touch.

"Strip baby girl" He says as he very quickly just grabs the fleshlight, lube, your panties, and the album. You nod as you get rid of the only articls of clothing on your body, his tshirt. "Fuck you're beautiful baby" He says as he sets himself up on the bed and palms himself giving you a view of his cock. "Mm, baby open the second drawer and take out your vibrating dildo." He commands as you just nod. He just wanted to rip through the screen and eat that juicy pussy of yours that you left on diplay for him. He takes a huge whiff of your panties and growls pouring lube on him and palming himself. "Fuck sweetheart." He puts the digital copy of the boudoir on his TV screen as he started to push the tortch down his hard pulsating cock. "Mm fuck my love, take the vibrator, and rub it on your clit." You do as he says like a sex drunk doll awaiting to be pupiteered. "Mm slap your pussy with it whore. Just like you beg me to do it." He growls moving the torch on his cock as he sees the live view and also the images you sent him. He can't belive that it's you. That it's his girlfriend, that he owns that beautiful baby. "Mm put it in you princess imagine my cock in you, stuffing you up" "Mm yes daddy, fuck. This is nothing compared to you" You growl, the dirty words definitely riling you up further, as you start to move it in and out of you. Henry could control that dildo through his phone and he increases the vibration as you start to move it. "Take it like the good slut you are for your daddy princess, take it well". "Jesus fucking Christ Daddy. Fuck!" You moan loudly as he instructs you to grab the buttplug and slowly slip it in as well. You just follow his instructions as he beats his meat. "Fuck baby". He looks at the pictures and just as the shot of you spreading your ass standing naked on the window pops up, Henry loses it and cums hard, as you do too. "Fuck princess" he growls as his hot cum spurs out onto the fleshlight, he takes one last sniff of your panties before looking at you in the screen, a panting mess. You catch your breath. "Fuck daddy, that was good" you say as you were about to pull out the buttplug too, but he stops you. "Tut tut tut, that stays. All night long. Sleep with it in you. That's the first thing I want to see when I call you tomorrow." He says in his husky deep voice still trying to catch his breath.

As you two ride out your orgasm you can see the physical satisfaction on his face. He's happy and much more relaxed. You realise that this is the first time in a while you've seen him so relaxed. You can see his keep everything aside, as he switches off his television. Sleep is heavy in his eyes. "This was truly amazing baby. I mean it. Not just the package but the date, and this. I am so lucky to have you in my life my love. I can't wait to see you. I love you so freaking much." He says as your heart gets filled with love and joy and you chuckle as you see him tuck himself in the bed. "Mm I can't wait to see you either. I love you so much more. Go off to bed now. I know you're sleepy." You can see the struggle in his eyes as he almost fights to keep them open. "Goodnight my love. I love you* He says as he knocks out and you chuckles disconnecting the call. You were happy and proud as you wen to bed yourself. You wanted to amke your man feel special and you did, and that made you so much more happier. You loved him dearly and so did he. You finally slipped to bed moaning the rest of your night in the sleep because of the buttplug.

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[wolferals]

He is perfect

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff

2:23am. Thats the time right now. And im standing awkwardly in front of his door, thinking about whether i should knock, ring the doorbell or grab the spare key he's got hidden between some rocks by the door.

He was probably sleeping, like any sane person at 2:30 in the morning. Unlike me- I'd been tossing and turning for hours in my own bed. All alone and cold.

So i decided to come here, Henry wouldn't mind having me stay over. Usually i called him or texted him if i couldn't sleep but i couldn't wait, so i drove straight to his house.

If i rang the doorbell tho, at 2:30, Kal would bark and wake him - possible give him a heart attack.

I check the time again, 2:25am. Fuck it, theres no turning back now.

I kneel down to look for the key and quietly open Henrys front door.

Everything is quiet, the house is dark.

No sign of anyone awake, Kal's probably sleeping in the office as usual and Henry will be laying on his stomach in his underwear, head buried in his pillow.

Quietly i close the door again and carefully peel my jacket off me to neatly place it on the stairs.

After taking my shoes off, i tippy toe upstairs.

Absolute silence still. Quietly i open the door to Henrys bedroom. Darkness. No noise coming from inside the room.

„Henry?" i whisper into the dark room.

Then i hear a rustling noise. „Hen?" i say a little louder, still softly.

I stand by the door, waiting for a response.

Then suddenly the bedside table lamp lights up and a very sleepy Henry looks up at me.

„Y/n?" He rubs his eyes and sits up.

„What are you doing here?" His voice is groggy and raspy. „Im sorry... i know i shouldve called but i can't sleep. The nightmares..." i still awkwardly stand by the door.

He only nods and rubs his eyes again.

„Come here."

I close the door, step towards the bed and look at him. He was in fact only wearing underwear.

He pulls away the covers to indicate me to slide underneath.

I follow his silent command and cuddle up under the covers.

He extends his arm and i thankfully scoot over to him, cuddling into his side.

„You scared me there darling." he nuzzles into my hair.

„I'm sorry..." i whisper back, holding onto him tightly.

He softly rubs my arm and i drape my leg over his thigh.

„I tried sleeping but i couldn't. My bed was cold and i felt lonely.... Anxiety."

He shushed me. „It's okay. You can always come here, but please call next time, you really freaked me out for a second.

I look up at him, the dim light of his bedside lamp illuminating a part of his face.

His beard was more prominent due to his spare time at home in which he probably didn't feel the need to shave every day. His curls were slightly messy but he still looked good.

„I understand it you know? About the cold bed. I hate sleeping alone. Been alone for a while too."

Henry takes a deep breath, still softly rubbing my side.

I don't say anything, i only look at him and think of a response.

But i can't think of a good one, so i nuzzle my face against his chest and embrace the warmth of his skin against mine.

His hair is slightly tickling my cheek but i don't mind it, i feel too comfortable laying on his firm chest.

He then reaches over to turn off the lamp and suddenly the room is dark again and all i can hear is the rustling of the bedsheets as Henry gets comfortable next to me.

He turns to his side to be facing me and pulls me close, wrapping both his arms around me.

I feel safe.

His even breathing against my forehead calms me and his facial hair slightly tickling against my skin reminds me that he is in fact there. That im not alone.

„Thank you." i then say.

-„For what?" he whispers back.

„For being there. For me." I say back, grabbing onto him tighter.

I can feel him smiling against my forehead.

„Anytime sweetheart."

I scoot even closer to him, wrapping my leg tighter around his waist. Henry is carefully rubbing circles on my back as he speaks up again:"You don't even know how much i needed this as well."

I smile. Then i move my hands from around his waist up to his head and start caressing the back of his neck.

I can feel him relax more and he lets out a satisfied hum. Making me smile again.

I softly play with his curls and rub circles on his skin.

The longer we lay there in silence, the more my eyes adjust to the darkness and i can finally see the outline of his face in front of me.

He was perfect.

Too fucking bad.

„Henry?" i whisper softly. He only hums in response. „Ur the best." I can see a smile form on his lips while his eyes are still closed.

„Never thought I'd find someone to make me feel as safe as you do." I continue.

He rubs my thigh comforting and i add:"I feel happier when im with you."

The next thing I know is the warm feeling of his lips on my forehead. His one hand on the back of my head, the other still resting on my thigh.

I smile and embrace the love before he carefully pulls away and places another kiss on my cheek.

„You make my happy too darling." he whispers.

Smiling, I cuddle up closer to him and close my eyes.

For the first time in months I feel genuinely happy, content with myself. Relaxed and most importantly safe. I feel loved again and all i can think about is how fucking perfect he is.

He is perfect.

Too fucking bad I can't tell him that.

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[itstheimpossibledream]

Trying

Pairing : OFC(you) x Henry Cavill

Warning: Smut, Rough I guess

Summary: Henry is frustrated that trying to have a baby has become his second job. 

Just something I started working on let me know if you guys want me to continue or, want to buy me a coffee!🤪

“Are you mad?” He closes the front door following behind you.

“Fuck it ! Whatever. It’s fine.” You say angrily, making your way to the bathroom. 

“So, it’s obviously not fine.” you hear him say through the door.

“Well what do you want me to say Hen?” 

“I want you to say we can talk about it. We can figure something out. I don’t know…..not an automatic ‘fuck it!’ and running away! ” 

You swiftly tear a piece of toilet paper and wipe.Washing your hands, and opening the door so you can be eye to eye. 

“I am not the one running away, I am not the one who is suddenly tired of trying after we’ve invested tons of time, energy and money into it.” You say brushing past him in the doorway heading to your bedroom. 

“I’m not tired of trying, I just- I-I want my wife back.”

“Why? “ You  snarl, stepping out of your shoes and pulling your shirt over your head. He grabs the t-shirt you throw at him and continues to his point. 

“Because I miss you. Because I’m actually not a fuck machine who can be ready at a moment’s notice. I don’t know….. Tons of reasons.”

“O so now there's tons of reasons for us to not have a baby?”you roll your eyes.

“No! There’s tons of reasons for us to not continue with the IVF, if we’re not going to be on the same page about it.” he says, undressing at the edge of the bed. 

“There’s only one page Henry ! The page is we’re either pregnant or we’re not.”

“Can you just-please?” he asks, motioning for you to come sit on the bed next to him. 

You run your hands through your hair, gingerly stepping closer to him. He reaches out for your hand and pulls you to the edge of the bed and into his lap. 

“ I think that we’ll be great parents.” He says brushing your hair out of your face. “I think we’ll be loving and kind and everything that they’ll need.” he says leaning in to kiss you. You reluctantly kiss him back. “ But I think we can only do that if we stay true to ourselves.” he continues “If we make sure to remain a team.” he says lightly slapping your butt as you get off of him. 

“I love you but I think you're wrong.” you say crossing the room 

“How?” he follows you to the other side of the bed as you remove your necklace and rings.

“Because any man would be fucking dying to be in your position to fuck anytime ,anyday and here you are complaining. Shit a few weeks ago wasn’t that you saying how it was a perfect arrangement!” 

“Baby because you’re perfect, this forced quick fuck thing where there’s only one place I can finish and you already lay there undressed waiting for me to come home from work is not what we do!” he tried to control his voice but, you could hear him losing his cool in his tone. 

“And what do we do?”you turn around from the dresser, your eyes burning a hole in his skin. 

“I don’t want my kid to be made while I’m dogging out his mother and calling her a whore. Is that to much to ask?!?”

“Are you joking?!” you scoff “Henry that…. that is what we do. I don't know what type of bullshit romance movie scripts you’ve been reading but, in real life that is how you make love to me.That’s how you’ve always made love to me.” 

“Well maybe that should change” he lashes back.You look back at him in shock and he huffs while leaving the room. You remove your bra and underwear, changing into one of his t-shirts. Grabbing your phone and book before heading to the couch to torture him.

You sit across from him opening your book, and your legs so he can clearly see that you aren’t wearing any underwear. He notices but pretends not to. Momentarily sticking to his guns. You hum  to yourself, widening your legs even more. He looks up at you, over the rim of his glasses the script in his hands crushing under the strength of his thick fingers. He clenches it tighter trying harder and harder to ignore your tiny whines.  You look up at him pitifully and it entirely shatters his resolve. 

“Come ere’ ” he says, grabbing you by the ankle. He pulls you into him in one motion, his shirt riding up over your hips. His hand finds its way to your core.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” he whispers into you. “This the attention you needed so bad?”

You hide your face behind your hands as he rubs more intently. 

“Move your hands.” he commands. You moan in response to his touch but refuse to uncover your face. He enters you with a finger, slowly massaging you.

“I said move your fucking hands.” he commands again. This time a little more sternly than you had expected. Still too embarrassed of your own want, you don’t pull your hand down until he moves it for you.

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[natxwidow]

ℍ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕊ℂℍ𝕆𝕆𝕃 𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋𝕊 [𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳] - prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1308204238-%E2%84%8D%F0%9D%95%80%F0%9D%94%BE%E2%84%8D%F0%9D%95%8A%E2%84%82%E2%84%8D%F0%9D%95%86%F0%9D%95%86%F0%9D%95%83-%F0%9D%95%8A%F0%9D%95%8E%F0%9D%94%BC%F0%9D%94%BC%F0%9D%95%8B%E2%84%8D%F0%9D%94%BC%F0%9D%94%B8%E2%84%9D%F0%9D%95%8B%F0%9D%95%8A-%F0%9D%98%8F%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%BA-%F0%9D%98%8A%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B7%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AD-%F0%9D%98%B9-%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%A5%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=vcqvill&wp_originator=BP%2BPvNoK5qbe2ee6Wo3e5mwoga8Ks7PnhA0Ixb1SqbQ0xHpqZTF%2FEp7bFMtxntGlzbtFtYuTUhbDoVGZZHoK9BZh7q2azJR4TKNw0wv4neh%2F%2BBidfC5o5HJGJcr9YwGG Henry Cavill is just a highschool school and every girl likes him in the school. Y/N is a new girl in school and she is finding friends but Henry bullys her. What will happen between them??? Lets find out.

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[littlefreya]

Oh my god, imagine him sitting behind his computer telling you how you should please yourself. "grab your breasts for daddy, yeah like that, good girl" "wish those fingers were mine don't you? god do i want to ravish you love" okay i need a cold shower

Warnings: Smut, Mutual masturbation, bodily fluids, daddy kink

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Title: Burning for you 

Henry misses you when you’re away. No, scrap that. He burns for you. 

Waking up without your soft body breathing next to his is just not the same. You usually travel with him, but for the first time you’ve been gone for too long and things are starting to get a little bit too strenuous.

Every goodnight call leads to an onslaught of dirty words and which ends up gasping in each other’s ears as Henry describes word by word the things he’d do to you. Video chatting seems to have the same effect when 10 minutes into a conversation Henry breaks with longing.

“I miss you, I need your touch, angel, let me see you”

You’re a bit shy to try it at first; everybody knows these things are risky, but when you see his endearing smile and that look of admiration on your laptop’s screen, your guards melt into a puddle.

Besides, he had to wear that blue top which he knows very well what it does to you. The cheeky grin on his face turns him in right away. Yes, that asshole did that on purpose.

“Tits or get the fuck out”, you tease playfully at his request.

Henry chuckles and then immediately slings his shirt over his head, exposing his hardened hairy chest and puffing it for demonstration. “Now you, princess.”

You bite your lip and blush with exhilaration. Looking down, you grab the hem of your shirt and start peeling it off.

“Ah-ah, do it slow, angel. Daddy wants to savour on you like the delicious treat that you are”  

You scoff and shake your head lightly, slowly and sensually discarding your top. Remaining in your plain bra, your hand rests on your forearm, and you give him an innocent look, knowing those big doe eyes get him every single time.

He sucks his bottom lip in, his eyelids heavy with lust while he trails his ocean blue eyes languidly down your body with a low hum of appreciation.

“Now your bra”, his voice drops lower, small gravelly sigh slurs at the end of his command. You follow his demand, fingers pushing the straps down your skin while your eyes remain on his. The cups loosen, exposing a hint of your erect nipples. 

You watch as his hand disappears below the desk, hearing his belt clicking and the soft brush of leather. Your body immediately reacts, your centre shuddering as you associate the sounds with what naturally comes next. Warm, thick arousal coats your centre while Henry shifts, giving you the full view of his thick cock. It stands ready in his hand. His fingers ascend lazily, his thumb caresses the arrowhead of his erection. 

“Go ahead, angel, show me everything”. 

Obediently, you let your bra fall and stand from the sofa to push your denim down your legs, remaining in nothing but red lace underwear. You sway your hips gently as you roll your panties down.

Henry’s breath becomes ardent, eyes blazing at your naked form. His hand squeezes at his girth tightly with a guttural growl.  

“Leave them around your knees and bend over on the sofa”

“Like this?” You ask, moving to kneel on four on the soft surface, making sure you’re in a position where he can see your slippery folds as they glisten with sticky lust. 

“Yes”, he heaves “, Arch your back. I want to see your ass sticking up for me like you would when I come home and fuck you from behind.” 

You groan just from the mental image, one hand reaches down below your torso, beginning to massage your swollen cunt. “Daddy” you whimper, circling your clit roughly.

“That’s a good girl for daddy” Henry groans, he pauses to spit on his hand and then reaches to grab his aching cock again, tugging more urgently as he sees you playing with yourself for his display. “You want daddy’s big cock fully inside you?” 

“Yes”, you ache, your fingers alternating between entering your slit and playing with your clit. Both Henry and you fight to keep a gaze on one another, gasping heavily, imagining your physical reunion. Seeing his large cock twitch and swell between his hand while he moans so desperately makes you fantasize about his thickness stretching you out. You throb with pleasure, spasms of hot frenzy thread through your core, and you enter three fingers inside you while your thumb press onto your clit.

The clinking sounds of Henry’s belt and the lewd slap of his flesh get you even closer. “I want to feel you”, you whine, nearly breaking into a cry. You miss him so much. You need the heat of his skin, the coarse hair of his body brushing against your tits while he violates your cunt.  

“Fuck, angel, daddy is gonna come deep inside that pussy once he’s back”    

Shuddering at his words and the phantom sensation of his semen inside you, the warmth pours from inside and you come contracting around your digits, throwing your head back with his name spilling from your lips. 

White thick ribbons sprout from his cock, coating his finger as he grunts beast-like and husky. A sheer layer of sweat coats his furrowed forehead while he slumps back in his chair and stares at you with his mouth gaping. You lie down exhausted, hugging a soft pillow while staring at your man in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Just a little while, angel” he promises, a small drowsy grin stretching between his cheeks.

“Daddy is gonna be back home soon”

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#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henrycavillxreader #henry cavill fanfiction

[geralt-of-baevia]

Happenstance

Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: None...yet! Just some fluffy flirting. Well okay and lots of mention of his crotch? 😬😘

A/N: So I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my brain for a LONG time and finally pulled the trigger and wrote it! It’s in texting format, and I hope you like it! This is my first time posting fan fiction on here so I’m nervous and excited!

Beta: Thank you to @avengeful-bunny​ for being my AMAZING beta. I don’t know what I would do without you. 💛💛💛

Tagging: I’m going to tag all those whose work has inspired me to write and post my work! Much love to ALL of you! @littlefreya @dancingwendigo @mary-ann84 @yespolkadotkitty @viking-raider @cavillhoney

Part 1: Oops.

(405:) God, girl. You will not BELIEVE the day I had. I'm pretty sure I lost a pint of blood today from how many times I stabbed myself sewing. 

(405:)

(Henry:) You should probably get a thimble for that. 

(Henry:) Also, I do believe you have the wrong number. Considering you started the text off with 'girl' and I am quite the opposite. But even so, please spill the tea. I’m dying to know about this UNBELIEVABLE day you’ve had. 

(Henry:)

(405:) Oh my god, MR. CAVILL I AM soooo SO SO SORRY. I must have accidentally clicked on your name and not my friend's name. 

(405:) I feel really awkward having your number when you don’t have mine. Do you want me to delete it? Just to make sure this doesn’t happen again? Also so some random crew member doesn’t have your number?

(Henry:) Oh god, please call me Henry. There’s no need for such formalities. And it’s fine, there’s no need to delete it. Since you mentioned crew and sewing, I'm assuming you work for the costuming department? 

(Henry:) Also, I have your number now, don't I? :P

(405:) By it’s fine do you mean this kind of fine?

(405:)

(Henry:) Oh no, it’s LITERALLY fine. I promise. 

(Henry:)

(405:) But to answer your question, yes! I work for the costuming department. I’m newer, so I get to do the usual stuff. Mostly just lots of mending at the moment. And JUST TO BE CLEAR, I won't do anything to abuse this number since you're Henry Cavill.

(405:) And you’re Henry Cavill. Also you are my co-worker, my I’m assuming super rich, god tier co-worker that I’m not supposed to make eye contact with nevermind TEXT. 

(Henry:)

(Henry:) But yes, my name is Henry. Please keep my number, we’re coworkers after all, it’s normal for coworkers to have each other’s numbers. Have we met on set before? 

(405:) We have once or twice, just in passing mostly. Once I brought you clothes to your trailer.

(Henry:) Are you the one with the brown and pink hair? 

(405:) That's me. :)

(Henry:) Don't tell me your name, I know what it is. 

(405:) Are you sure about that? You don't seem too confident :P 

(Henry:) I know it starts with an E. Is it Eloise? Eleanor? I know it was something old fashioned, too.

(405:) Man, you're so close. I mean, kind of. Think of historical dead English queens. Like, for example you were best friends with her dad. You were a fancy Duke who was good with the sword and ladies. Also, I’m sorry, aren’t you supposed to be a big nerd?  

(Henry:) ELIZABETH! 

(Henry:) And I am a HUGE nerd thank you very much. 

(Elizabeth:) Yes, that's my name haha. Also, whoa whoa, settle down there cowboy.  

(Elizabeth:) And it’s just Lizzy, with a Y. The thought of spelling it with an IE makes me cringe. 

(Lizzy:)

 (Henry:) Pretty much everyone? Who doesn't call you Lizzy? 

(Lizzy:) My dad, my grandma, my teachers, my victims, my doctor, the one girl in high school who hated me. 

(Henry:) Haha that's quite the list there Lizzy Borden. I think it’s your turn to settle down. :P

(Henry:) Well then Lizzy with a Y, it's nice to finally talk to you, even though it's over text. 

(Henry:) So I have to ask, I take it they were cracking the whip pretty hard in wardrobe today? 

(Lizzy:) You know, I was doing what I thought was a pretty damn good job of avoiding that subject.

(Henry:) Nope, you can't slip past me. This brain is like an iron trap. 

(Lizzy:) If you MUST know...

(Henry:) I really do. I'm sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation. 

(Henry:)

(Lizzy:) Okay well that just sounds sarcastic. I don't HAVE to tell you... :P

(Lizzy:) I'm kidding, kidding. Well, since you MUST know, I spent at least half of my day mending clothes, particularly the crotch of multiple pairs of your pants. Also a few pairs had the butt blown out. 

(Henry:) The crotch?

(Lizzy:) Yes, the CROTCH OF YOUR PANTS HENRY. :P Honestly I'm used to it at this point though. It's not the first time, or I'm assuming the last, that I'll have to mend the crotch of your pants. It’s not your fault the studio wants you in tighter fitting clothes that can show off how muscular you are. It’s just my job to fix it. ;) 

(Henry:) I guess I never really thought about who it was having to mend them when that happens. 

(Lizzy:) And it’s not just your crotch area I mend, it’s your inseams as well. I think your thighs got a little bigger since the initial fitting. :P

(Lizzy:) And yes, us little people taking care of you famous movie stars, making sure you stay looking like the heartthrob you are. Since that is your job and all. :P

(Henry:) Hey now, I’m more than just a pretty face. You make me sound like a talentless hack. But thank you. For your sake I'll try and not blow out any more seams, especially the crotch. 

(Lizzy:) You don't need to thank me, it's literally my job. ;) 

(Lizzy:) I mean, if your muscles didn’t rip through clothing on a regular basis I’d be out of a job!  How rude.

(Henry:) Well I mean in that case I COULD make it a habit. ;) 

(Lizzy:) All I have to say is I’m SO glad we don’t have to worry about shirt buttons on you during this. I’ve seen the stress you put on buttons during press junkets. The anxiety I feel, Henry. So much anxiety.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) Yeah, those shirts never seem to fit my chest right. I taught myself how to sew buttons on my shirts so I could stop asking others to help. 

(Lizzy:) Okay, the fact that you taught yourself how to sew on buttons because it’s a CONTINUING issue is both hilarious and adorable. :P

(Henry:) 

(Henry:) So I’m curious about something, costume wise.

(Lizzy:) Yes? I’m sure I can answer, costume wise. ;)

(Henry:) How long does it take to sew together a shirt from scratch? 

(Lizzy:) Well, it all depends on the type of shirt, and what it’s for. For the sake of film, there are so many steps. Design, pattern making, grading, construction, fitting. That’s just a fraction of it. It’s a very long process.

(Lizzy:) But if I was at home making a shirt for a friend, I could do it start to finish in a couple of hours. They're not hard. I can sew them together in my sleep.

(Henry:) A few HOURS? That's amazing. 

(Lizzy:) Eh, it's what I went to school for. ;) It’s not that impressive to me. 

(Henry:) Well, to me it is at least.  ;) 

(Lizzy:) 

(Henry:) 

(Henry:) Unfortunately, it's time for me to go to bed. I have an early call time in the morning. 

(Lizzy:) You're going to bed at 6 in the evening? I’m assuming you have a super crazy call time? One time I had a call time of 1 am because there were things that had to be fixed by the time you and Anya got to set at 4 am. Although it does have it’s advantages. I get to have the first pick of craft services, and sunrises are always nice to watch. 

(Lizzy:) But I’m sorry, that sucks. :(

(Henry:) Some days it does, especially when I can't seem to fall asleep. But today was exhausting so I don't think I'll have any issues tonight. Plus Kal has been extra cuddly tonight so I definitely won’t have any issues. 

(Lizzy:) Well then, I guess this is where we say goodnight. I hope you sleep well. :) 

(Henry:) Thank you. I hope you do, too. Hopefully tomorrow will involve less bleeding onto garments. ;P

(Lizzy:) Haha, I mean it really doesn’t matter. If anything it makes the garment just look THAT much more legit. I hope you have a good day on set tomorrow. :) 

(Henry:) Thank you. It was really nice talking to you Lizzy. I hope we talk more again soon. :) 

(Lizzy:) It was nice talking to you, too. And I would really like that. :) 

(Lizzy:) Goodnight, Henry. :) 

(Henry:) Goodnight Lizzy. Sleep well. :)

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[pokylittlepreppy]

Three Whole Weeks

Its been three weeks since you’ve seen your boyfriend and you’re not ok. How does it happen that you fall so in love with someone so quickly? You don’t know but you have. He is everything that you’ve ever wanted in a man and he makes you ridiculously happy. But you’ve been gone back to New York to work on a script and he, of course, is filming his show. So, its been two weeks worth of phone calls when the two of you can catch each other. Facetiming is the worst because you can see him but you can’t touch him. And you’d rather not see him if you can’t touch. It’s pure torture.

But tonight you’re back in the rental home that the two of you share when he’s filming. Theres a big back yard for the bear. You and boyfriend find yourselves out there often on his days off; having picnics and enjoying the warmer weather. Or when it’s colder and snowy, you’ve attempted to build a snowperson and that ended with cute snowball fights and sloppy kisses in the snow.

You sneak in because its late and you know that he has to be up in a couple of hours to work out. He thinks that you’re coming in later the next day but you couldn’t wait to be back, so you finished with the writers and took a early flight in order to surprise him. But you should’ve known that once the bear was aware of your presence that he would awaken his owner. That’s how it went in the Cavill household. Before you could put your bags down in the guest room, you heard the snuffling at the bedroom door. And then you heard his voice.

“What is it, bear? What’s wrong?”

More snuffling and whining at the bedroom door. You thought about not announcing your presence but that could potentially end badly. If Henry thought that you were an intruder, theres no telling what he would come out of that bedroom with. So you let him know its you.

“Hey, its just me, babe”.

The door opens in a flash and there they are. Henry and Kal. Henry’s surprised face breaks into a wide grin when he sees you. And Kal runs over and nearly knocks you off of your feet.

“Come on, bear. Don’t drag her down, mate”

You lean over to scratch the excited hound on the top of his head.

“It’s ok. I missed him just as much as he missed me. Didn’t I boy, yes I did” you speak to the dog in baby talk.

“And what about his owner?” asks Henry

“Well his owner… eh. A little” you say teasingly.

Without warning Henry has you pushed against the wall and is flush against you.

“Oh really?” he says raising an eyebrow.

You giggle a little until you feel him rub against you. And suddenly the moment is no laughing matter.

“You know that I missed you more than words can say” you whisper looking up into his eyes.

“Then lets not use words and you can show me how much you missed me. I prefer actions to words anyway”, he whispers with his lips pressed gently against yours.

You kiss your man sweetly and he lets you get away with that for a second before he is thrusting his tongue between your lips. Your arms reach around and pull him closer with your hands splayed against the wide expanse of his muscular back. He smiles against your lips and cradles your face in his large hands. He deepens the kiss as he maneuvers a thigh between your legs. You let out a low moan as he positions himself between your spread legs and pushes you further into the wall. His hands move down to your ass and he lifts you up until you’re eye to eye. You wrap your legs around his waist and move your hands to his neck where you instinctively start to play with his hair; fingers twinning in the curls at the base of his scalp.

Its his turn to moan into your mouth. One hand is holding your head in place while the other roams your body. He breaks away and looks into your eyes. You smile at him and you both know he’s a goner after that. He gently pecks your lips, then your cheek, and then your chin. His hips thrust up between your legs as he kisses his way down the column of your neck. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent. It’s one of his, many, favorite places on your body. He’s told you more than once that he loves the smell of you, which in itself, is one of the sexiest things you’ve ever been told by a man.

Your breath catches as his hands roam over your clothed breasts and his mouth latches onto your neck. You both agree that you’re too old for hickies but a light gentle suck never hurt anyone, right? A second later you’re pulled against his chest and his lips fuse with yours and there’s movement. Then you’re being tossed, unceremoniously, onto the bed. You look up at him looking down on you and you’re taken away by not only the lust you see in his eyes, but also the love. This man really loves you and you feel the same. You lean up onto your elbows and want to make a joke to lighten the heavy mood in the room, but you can’t think of anything to say, so you say the only thing on your mind.

“I love you.”

He bends down and kisses your forehead and then looks you in the eye.

“I love you too. More than you could possibly know.”

“No, I think I know. You do your best to show me and that makes me love you even more.”

He kisses you on the lips this time. You reach for the hem of his shirt; he pushes your hands away and pulls it off one motion. Next goes his briefs and then the man you love, who loves you too, is naked in front of you. What a glorious sight it is. He’s beautiful, though telling him that does no good. He knows that he’s handsome and will smirk knowingly when someone tells him. But when you tell him how beautiful he really and truly is, it doesn’t seem to register. All that false bravado goes out the window and suddenly he’s a shy kid again. But he is beautiful, inside and out. Instead of telling him, you try to continuously show him how much you love him.

“Your turn, love” he says as he moves to unsnap the buttons of your top. He’s slow, frustratingly so, with the buttons of your shirt. You see that this is intentional, the cheeky bastard is smirking at you. You let out a huff of frustration.

“Patience, sweetheart, we have all night.”

“Actually, we don’t. Some masochist I know has to be up in a few hours to work out”, you reply.

“You know you love the results of those workouts”, he says as he slides the shirt down your shoulders and arms.

“Yes, I do” you say as you run your hand down his chest and abs, trying to reach his crotch.

“No, love. We’re going to take this slow tonight”, he says as he reaches for the clasp on your jeans.

You lay back on the bed to give him unfettered access to you. He undoes your pants as slowly as he did your shirt. He’s torturing you. Well two can play that game. As he pulls your jeans down, you grab his arms and pull with all your strength. Its not that you’re particularly strong but he is taken off guard by the action and you end up with a very naked. Henry Cavill lying on top of you. You shimmy the jeans down your legs and kick them off then proceed to wrap your legs around his waist.

“You’re taking all the fun out of this, Y/N”, he says pouting.

“Don’t you think that I’ve had plans for this reunion also?” you ask sweetly. “I planned on sneaking in here, getting naked and riding my boyfriend until his alarm went off.

He buries his face in your neck and lets out a guttural groan, which between that and his hard cock pressed against your pussy, just made you dripping wet. The imagery was just too much for both of you.

“We can still do that, babe. But first, let me take care of you. That’s my job”, he says.

“We will take of each other”, you reply.

“We always do”, he says kissing your collar bone.

You run your fingers through his messy curls again and pull him until his lips are on yours. The kiss is is gentle at first but as you begin to rub against each other, the kiss gets to be more and more frantic. Suddenly his hands are behind your back, working the clasps of your bra and his lips are once again trailing their way down your neck. Finally, the bra is undone and tossed away. His lips are back on yours as his hands trail over your nipples. Without warning, his lips replace one of his hands and he is sucking on your erect nipple. You gasp and writhe under his skilled touch. He moves from one breast to the other, making sure to give them equal attention. Your hands are in his hair urging him closer. His hands are on your hips in the hem of your panties. In one fell swoop, they’re down around your ankles and then, too thrown to the side. His face is in yet another of his most favorite places on your body. You can feel his breath on your vaginal lips. And then you feel his lips place the softest kiss there.

“Hello, there, I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you”, he says to your vagina.

You let out a laugh and lean up to look down at him, ready to make a sarcastic comment, but before you can open your mouth, his tongue darts out and licks a strip down your slit. All rational thought leaves your brain as you let out a moan. He licks again. And again. You’re back flat on your back as he continues to lick. He grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulders as he begins to alternate between licking and sucking. Your hands are twisted in the comforter as you squirm and moan. His hands roam your body, up your stomach to your breasts. He grabs a handful of each breast as he eats you, playing with the nipples and rubbing them between his fingers. He sucks on your clit and you throw your head back and arch your back, shoving your crotch at his mouth. His hands go back to your legs, in order to hold you in place. He’s licking up and down and your hips are moving with against his tongue. You pull at one of his hands until it reaches your mouth, and you lick his middle finger before enveloping it in your mouth. He moans against your pussy. So, you add another finger. You suck on his fingers and he sucks on your clit, moaning on each other. He pulls his hand away and brings it back down and shoves the two fingers that have been in your mouth in your pussy. You’re up off the bed as he works your pussy. You feel the coil in your belly tightening.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna…” a scream rips through you cutting off your declaration. You arch off the bed into his mouth again as you cum on his fingers and tongue. And he isn’t slowing down. His fingers and tongue are still working on your clit and in your pussy. You’re trying to come down but he’s working you right back into a frenzy, focusing on your sensitive clit. His tongue licking and sucking, and he drags his fingers in and out of you.

“Honey… baby… please”, you beg as you try to push him away. He grabs your hands and holds them down on the bed as he continues to devour you. Moments later, you feel another orgasm building inside you. All you can do is lay back and ride the wave as it overcomes you. You cum screaming his name, “HENRY!” Your legs are shaking, and you have two handfuls of comforter. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your breathing is erratic. His lips are still on your clit and you’re back to begging as you try to come down again. This time he has mercy on you but not before he places one more kiss to your pussy lips. He releases your hands and moves to hover over you, with a hand on either side of you. Your eyes are still closed but you can feel him looking at you. Slowly, you open your eyes and he’s smiling. Jerk. You reach up and pull his face to yours. ‘This should definitely count as a workout, this is totally a pushup’, you think to yourself. You giggle a little at how ridiculous you are and then your lips touch and you can taste yourself on him. You kiss languidly as you try to shift, so that you’re on top. He’s not having it.

“Not tonight love, I…” he looks to the clock on the bedside table. “I still have to be up in a few”

You pout but you understand. He has responsibilities and commitments, and he is dedicated to keeping those. That is one of the things you love about him. It’s what makes him such an amazing man.

You can feel his cock bouncing at your entrance, ready and hard. You pull him down again in a kiss and wrap your legs around his waist. He takes this for the invitation that it is. The tip of his cock is at your entrance and with one thrust of his hips, he is bottoming out inside you. The air is pushed from your lungs and a sharp gasp escapes your lips. You rake your nails gently down his scalp and neck until your hands rest on his shoulders. He is still as he gives you a moment to adjust to his size. You know what he’s doing, he’s done this every time you’ve made love since the first time. You open your eyes. He’s looking at you, looking for any real signs of discomfort or unwillingness. You smile at him and that’s what he needs to continue.

He begins to move slowly, still allowing you to adjust to his size.

“I love this feeling, love. Me inside you”, he whispers while looking down at and moving inside of you.

He’s still anchored above you. You pull him down so that he’s flush against you. Your breasts pressed up against his chest as he moves. The two of you move that way for a while, his cock buried deep inside you and looking one another in the eyes, whispering your pleasure and declarations of love between kisses.

“Did I happen to mention how much I missed you?”, he asks.

“Once or twice. I missed you too”, you say. You know that it’s getting late and the last thing you want to do is rush this, but you know he’s going to be in for a day of hell if he doesn’t get some sleep. So being the wonderful and considerate girlfriend that you are, you say the only thing you can in that moment.

“so, are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Oh, is that what you want?” he asks jokingly.

“Well, I was kinda hoping that my big strapping boyfriend had missed me enough that maybe I could get slutted out tonight. But I guess if you’ve been satisfied by someone else in these last few weeks and don’t need it, then this is fine”.

“Look at my little cock hungry girl. So, you want to take my cock?”

“I’m already taking your cock. We’re making love right now and I love it but what I want is for you to slut me out on this cock. Hard, fast, dirty”, you say looking him in his eyes.

“Fuck”, he says as he stares at you hungrily.

He kisses you one more time and then he’s shifting your legs to his shoulders. He pressed down into you and you can hardly breathe. He is so deep inside of you now.

“Are you ready?”

You nod your head. The first thrust is hard, fast, and deep. You’re already screaming.

“You’re ok?”, he questions.

You smile and nod, “I’m fine. This is fine. I promise”, you reassure him.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and thrusts into you again, a little less forcefully. And then again, and again, and again. Your thighs are trapped between your chest and his and your calves dangle over his shoulders. He’s hovering over you with an arm on either side of you to give him leverage while he thrusts inside you. You can hear and feel his thighs slapping against your ass. The sensation inside of you is maddening. He is so deep you swear that you can feel him in your stomach. You’re getting wetter and wetter the more he fucks you. Your nails are digging into his massive biceps. As he’s pounding into you, he whispers into your ear how much he likes fucking you. He whispers how much he loves your pussy.

“Oh, love, this pussy was made for me. It’s mine, isn’t it? This pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it?” With every word, his thrusts got harder and faster.

“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you? Yeah, you do. Like getting fucked like the little slut you are. Fucking nasty little slut likes her pussy pounded. Don’t worry, love, I’m going to fuck you good”.

His words and his cock have you dripping wet and moaning like the whore he’s saying you are. Your hands are gripping him tight and trying to pull him closer.

“Oh yes… oh yes”, you cry as he begins to thrust faster inside of you.

He is jackhammering inside you and your legs are beginning to shake. You can’t tell if its from the fucking you’re receiving or the exertion of your leg muscles from the position, but you’re not about to ask Henry to stop.

“tell me you like”, he says.

“I…” you try.

“TELL. ME. YOU. LIKE. IT!” he demands though gritted teeth, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips.

A scream rips from your lips as your nails scratch lines down his chiseled back. He pushes your legs down, so they’re at his waist. He uses one hand to hold himself steady as the other reaches and grabs you by the throat, applying light pressure to either side of your larynx.

“That’s fine you little slut, won’t talk? Now you can’t talk”.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head. It feels so good. Your lips are still trying to form the words to tell Henry how much you love the way he fucks you, but your mind is drawing a blank. Both of your hands are at his waist trying to pull him in closer. The pleasure is spread through your body like fire. Your hands are gripping at his side and you’re so close to cumming again. Henry knows this and reaches a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. Seconds later, you’re screaming and clawing you as you cum on his cock.

He doesn’t stop, but he does lean down to kiss you and ask if you’re ok.

You nod yes. Your bodies are drenched with sweat, its dripping from his forehead as he leans over you. His beautiful curls are in disarray from your hands. You assume you look the same. You lean up to kiss him while he continues to stroke inside you. Suddenly he’s pulling out.

“Roll over, love”, he says to you.

You obey and roll onto your stomach. You feel his hands grip your hips and pull you up on all fours. He slides his cock back in your pussy. You both moan at the sensation of him filling you. No adjustment period this time, his next thrust is deep and pushes you face first into the bed. You catch yourself and start to get back to the original position but a hand on your back keeps you there. Henry’s hips are snapping into you relentlessly and from this position he’s so deep. You can hear his grunts and the wet slapping sound from your bodies meeting. You, also, hear yourself begging and pleading with Henry to fuck you. Harder. Faster. Deeper. He pulls you up and grabs your arms to use to leverage you back on his thick cock.

Five strokes into this new position and white light is exploding behind your eyes and you’re cum screaming and crying. He continues to pull you back onto him, over and over, until you hear his breath hitch. Then the thrusts get erratic, and you know your boyfriend is about to orgasm. Seconds later, he thrusts into you as he pulls you back on him and holds the two of you in that position. Then he pushes you onto the bed, following while he continues to pump into your pussy. He’s still moaning, breath hitching occasionally, while he pumps his cum into your willing pussy. You’re both breathing heavy and coming down from intense orgasms. He’s still, almost subconsciously, thrusting into you from behind while you lie there. He begins to kiss your shoulders and neck.

“It’s ok, love. Its ok”, he whispers into your hair.

When your breathing and hearts rate are finally back to normal, he pulls out of you and rolls you both over so that he is on his back and you’re laying partially on top of him. His hands are rubbing up and down your back and arms making you shiver. Henry thinks you’re cold, so he reaches down and pulls the cover around you both.

“welcome home”, he says chuckling a bit.

“If this is the greeting I get then maybe I should go away more often”, you respond.

“Don’t you dare”.

#henrycavill henrycavillxreader henrycavillsmut

[wolferals]

FUCK YEAH

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual innuendos

„Hey are we still waiting or are you ready to order?" The young waitress asked me for the third time in about an hour. I looked up at her and cleared my throat. „Yeah no... I'll just. Pay for the wine." I point at the still half full bottle of red wine I'd preordered for my date that was supposed to show up an hour ago.

She sent me a pityful look and spoke:"I'll be right back with your bill."

I forced myself to a smile and put my head in my hands.

He really stood me up. After all of the texting for weeks and the hour long phone calls...

I took a deep breath to prevent myself from starting to cry. Then i decided to just get my shit together and i sat up straight, took another few sips of my wine and eventually shot the rest of it down.

As the waitress came back with the bill, i simply handed her a bill far more than the actual bill and said „keep the change".

She smiled softly and carefully laid her hand on my shoulder. „I'm sorry girl, you really don't deserve this. You look amazing."

I smiled at her sweet comment and nodded back at her.

„Have a good night." I spoke as I grabbed my purse and stood up.

She smiled back and replied:"He's a dick."

I only nodded before I walked out of the restaurant.

Ashamed, sad, angry, drunk.

It was only about 8:30 now but due to the time of year, it was pitch black out and it was freezing.

My long coat was trying to keep me warm.

I continued walking for only a few steps before I heard a male voice yell behind me. I ignored it until i felt it coming closer until someone carefully touched my shoulder.

„Ugh what?" I turned around, screaming at the person. I was simply fed up by the world that second.

„Whoa sorry!"

He was handsome. Far too handsome. Tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair (i could tell from his dark beard and the few curls that were showing underneath his beanie).

„I'm sorry but you dropped this."

He held out a card.

My card.

My credit card.

„It must have fallen out of your wallet when you paid inside." He pointed at the restaurant behind us.

„Sorry, i wasn't watching you. I just saw how upset you looked and you did in fact drop this."

I smiled softly and took back my credit card. His British accent was charming.

„Thank you." I tried to sound nice after all that just happened to me that night.

He smiled at me before extending his hand to me. „I'm Henry."

I hesitated to shake his hand at first but eventually grabbed it.

„Y/n."

He smiled again. „I don't know what happened to you but if it cheers you up, my night was absolute shit too."

I couldn't help but chuckle. „Does help a little." I admitted, grinning.

„Good" he smiled. „You okay though?" He seemed to genuinely care.

I took a deep breath and looked around for a second. „Honestly? No. Got fucking stood up by a guy who I thought was genuine. But noo men fucking suck!"

He could hear my frustration.

„Im really sorry... You clearly don't deserve that. Fuck him, he must be super insecure."

Henry spoke and smiled a little bit.

„Your turn now. Why was your night shit?"

I asked curiously.

He laughed shortly.

„Got cheated on, found her in our bed in MY house with a guy I'd never seen in my life."

My jaw dropped. „Holy shit." He nodded.

„Now my night seems like a joke. Im so sorry that happened to you! In YOUR house though?"

He nodded again and then let out a chuckle.

„So yeah my plan for tonight was to get wasted and probably fall asleep on the pavement."

I laughed with him.

„Probably a bit cold in December."

He laughed loudly. His teeth and his smile were gorgeous.

We stood in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up:"Fuck it. Im drunk already. Henry? Do you wanna get drunk and hook up? I know this is super straight forward and I swear to god I've never done this in my entire life but I'm fucking upset and you're feeling just as miserable and i think ur hot and i don't even care if this story was fake or not to pick up women or to get their sympathy but it worked okay? I'm hooked because I think you're hot and we both could need it."

I stopped for a second because I saw the shocked expression on his face.

„If not, please forget it ever said that, forget about meeting me and I'll walk away and we'll pretend we've never talked and i'll go home and go to bed, you can go to some scrawny bar and get drunk and fall asleep on the sidewalk even though it's fucking freezing and you might die but thats on you and not my problem because i don't know you and i'll never see you again, especially if you're dead then, then i won't see you anymore anyways..."

I finally stopped talking after realizing how ridiculous I'd just sounded.

He simply stared at me.

„I'm sorry I-."

He interrupted me. „Y/n?"

-„Yeah?"

He looked me dead in the eye.

„Yes. Fuck yes."

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine #henryxreader #preference #cute #henrycavillxreader #henrybeingabear #imagines #smut #fluff #preferences

[wolferals]

my boyfriend is superman?!

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, hinted smut, use of alcohol, mentions of angst

REQUESTED BY @being-worthy hope you like it🥰💗

You fumbled with your key, failing at each attempt. The door seemed impossible to open and out of reflex you started to giggle in the hallway, eventually letting your arm drop to the side of your body. Just when you were about to give up, you heard noised from the other side of the door, until it was finally being opened and a sleepy Henry stood in front of you in only boxers.

„Y/n what are you doing?" his raspy tired voice asked but you only stood there, staring at his abs. Giggling like a little girl, you spoke:"Abs."

Henry sent you a confused look and replied, rubbing his eyes. „Are you drunk?"

You shoved against him, entering the apartment in a clumsy way. „Nooo!" you exclaimed laughing. „I just had like one... two drinks."

Henry locked the door behind you as you tried to get your shoes off your feet. „Sweetheart why didn't you call, how did you get here?"

You didn't know how to reply, the alcohol fogging up your brain.

Henry knew what to do and hugged you from behind, placing butterfly kisses on your neck.

„Wait!" you shouted, moving away from him.

„What?" he asked in confusion.

„Are you like.." you leaned closer and whispered:"My boyfriend?"

Henry chuckled at your question. Pulling you close by your waist, he looked down at your drunk self and spoke:"Yes babe I'm your boyfriend."

His soft kiss on your whisky stained lips left you in shock.

„I have a BOYFRIEND? You??"

Henry laughed again. „Yes baby. Me. Only me, remember that, even when you're drunk."

He kissed your forehead and went to walk to the kitchen.

You simply stood there in shock about what you'd just learned. You were dating superman??

Henry shortly after returned with a glass of water, handing it to you while you were standing in his living room with your mouth agape.

„Babe. Close your mouth." he laughed.

„How did that happen??" you shouted at him.

„How did what happen?" Henry looked at you in confusion. „How did we happen? How come you're my boyfriend? What about Lois?"

Henrys expression turned even more confused.

„Who the fuck is Lois?" -„LOIS LANE."

Henry immediately started laughing loudly. „Babe I'm not Superman in real life, god whats up with you? Come to bed darling."

„Oh my god." you spotted something fuzzy and big in the corner, stumbling towards it.

„What?"

You ignored Henry and walked towards the hairy ball.

„Whats that?" you asked as you ran your hand through the soft fur. „Y/n. Thats Kal. My dog?"

Henry seemed to be losing it with you.

„Puppy!" you screamed loudly, waking the huge dog up as he looked at you with big eyes.

Kal immediately recognized you, jumping up and starting to sniffle your entire body. He seemed to be smelling the alcohol as the big bear looked at you with his head tilted. „Baby. Come on. You need to sleep."

You only replied by booping the pup‘s nose.

Henrys hand touched your shoulder as you rolled around the floor with the dog.

„Okay. Fine." you pouted and let Henry help you get up.

You held onto him as he pulled you up onto your own feet.

„You're really mine?" you needed to know. „Yes babe, all yours. Come on." You instinctively put your flat hand on his chest, staring at his muscular upper body.

„Wait did we... did we like do it?" you leaned closer to his face, waiting for an answer.

„Do what? Have sex? Yes y/n we've had plenty of sex. All the time really. And really nasty too."

You stared at him with your mouth open again.

„Sex? I had sex with you?"

You started to giggle again. „Baby come to bed please, it's 3:32 am. And yes, sex. I'll have sex with you tomorrow if you come to bed now."

Without waiting for an answer, he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom.

„Can the dog come too?" you asked him while he basically threw you onto the bed. „Kal's sleeping in the kitchen darling. Tomorrow."

Henry sounded a little bit annoyed but tried his best to not show it to you.

„Can I sleep in the kitchen with him?"

-„No."

You pouted at Henry. Meanwhile he pulled your pants off of you and eventually removed your tight top.

„Comfy now?"

You nodded. „Good." Henry lied down next to you and pulled you close.

„You're my boyfriend." yet again, you giggled right into his ear.

„Yes babe." he sounded like he was about to drift off.

„You have pretty hair." You started to play with his soft curls as he had his eyes closed and tried to sleep in peace.

„They're bouncy." you laughed, pulling at a strand and letting it go again.

„Boop.“ you exclaimed, placing your index finger on his nose. Henry rolled his eyes at you.

„You're so hot how did we happen?"

-„Sleep." he shushed you.

„You're really hot."

„Tomorrow we're having sex." The fact made you smile brightly while the alcohol was still fogging up your mind.

„Sex." giggly noises once again left your lips.

Suddenly, Henry put his flat hand on your mouth and turned to you.

„Baby please go to sleep. I'll fuck you real good tomorrow if you shut up now."

With glossy eyes you looked up at him.

„Okay daddy."

That nickname you remember, of course.

„Shush."

-„Nighty night bear." you whispered into his cheek.

„I love you." he whispered back.

You still couldn't believe that he was your boyfriend.

Laughing you spoke for the last time:"My boyfriend is superman."

-„Yes babe your boyfriend is superman.“ Henry rolled his eyes again and closed his eyes.

„Boop!“

#cute #preference #fluff #henrybeingabear #henryxreader #henry cavill x reader #boop #superman #man of steel #smut #imagine #henrycavillxreader #relationship #henry cavill

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Just Find Me (Part II)

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You have a chance encounter with Henry Cavill during your travels in Italy

Warning: Fluff

You feel him gently lean you against his shoulder, you can't help but smile, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. You then feel his hand on yours, and he whispers in your ear, "Open your eyes." As you do, you can't believe what you see. You are sitting in the middle of a huge open space, on a cosy bed like setting, surrounded by the night sky full of stars. You gasp in amazement, feeling tears form in your eyes. "Henry....wow..." that's all you could say. Did he just pull that off? Is it all real? You were shook and it took a few moments for you to let the reality sink in. You turn to him, and you hug him tightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. No one has ever done anything like this for you before, and you are taken aback by his thoughtfulness. Finally there was someone who paid attention to what you felt, what you wanted, what you liked.

As you pull away, you look into his eyes and see a glimmer of desire, as you feel him lean closer to you. You know that he wants to kiss you, but you also know that he is dating someone else. You can't let this go any further, even though every fibre of your being is screaming for you to stay in his arms. You get off his lap and sit beside him, feeling his warmth beside you. You both look up at the night sky, enjoying the silence between you. You can feel his gaze on you, and you know that he is thinking about you.

"Thank you so much, Henry," you say softly with another sigh leaving you. "This is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me. Truly. This means so much to me." you say as you lean your head on his shoulder. He smiles at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. "You deserve it," he says softly. "You're amazing, (y/n). You are so special. I haven't ever met someone and felt this way before. You make me feel alive." You feel a pang of desire in your chest, but you push it away, knowing that it's not fair to either of you. Each word that came out of his mouth just made your heart feel more heavy with desire. The desire to feel him, the desire to kiss him, the desire to lose yourself in his arms, the desire to talk to him for hours, the desire to not let go of him, but you knew this wasn't a possibility. At least not yet.

The stars were out in full force, sparkling like diamonds in the clear night sky. You stay there next to Henry, snuggled up in a cozy blanket, gazing up at the endless expanse of the universe. This moment took you back to your childhood days with your grandpa, and it was all thanks to him. "How did you pull this off?" you ask softly looking at him, as he was already looking at you. He couldn't take enough of your beauty which was now amplified by the gentle glow of the moonlight. "I know someone here, who pulled it off for me. Perks of being an actor." he added and chuckled. He found himself looking at you, more than gazing the stars.

"You know, I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you before," He repeated again softly, breaking the peaceful silence between you two. It was as if he wanted to say so much but could only say enough. You turned your head to look at him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the intensity of his gaze. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're different. You're not like the other girls I've met before. You're genuine, kind, and passionate about the things you love. I don't know, it's like you light up the room whenever you walk in." You blushed at his words, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You had only known him for a day, but it felt like you had known him forever.

"I feel the same way about you," you admitted, looking down at your hands. Henry chuckled. "You do? I feel like I'm usually dulling the room by being a snob about everything." he jokes making you laugh. "Yes, even though you're a snob and nerd about everything. It's endearing to accept and want what you like. Nothing wrong with that." you add as he chuckles a little looking deep into your eyes. "Plus, It's like we have this connection that's hard to explain. It's like fate brought us here, you know?" you add looking back at the sky, wondering if this was the universe's intention, to bring you two together. He smiled at you, taking your hand in his. "I know exactly what you mean. It's like we were meant to meet, even if it's just for this one magical night." You felt a wave of sadness drown you at his words, knowing that you would have to say goodbye soon. "I don't want this night to end," you whispered. "Neither do I, trust me..." Henry replied looking at the sky, squeezing your hand.

"But I promise you, (y/n), I will never forget this moment. And I will never forget you." You looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. You didn't know what to say, but you knew that you felt the same way. You didn't want to leave this magical moment behind, but you knew you had to. "Thank you for this, Henry. This has been the most incredible night of my life." He leaned in closer to you, his breath warm on your cheek. "It's not over yet, darling," he whispered. "We still have sometime." he adds and all you wanted to do was kiss his tender lips in that moment. It took every ounce of willpower in your body to not lean in and kiss him for hours. There was some connection, chemistry, and definitely a sexual tension, thick enough to be cut by a knife, and it was so weird but so amazing. You both laid there next to each other peacefully looking at the sky and contemplating your lives and connection in that moment.

After a while, you look at the time and then look at him. "I think, we should..." you didn't wanted to say it out loud. "Yeah...yeah we should." he just added silently, getting up, and giving you a hand. As you both got up from the cozy bed under the stars, you felt a sense of loss. You wished this moment could last forever, but you both knew that wasn't possible. You had to part ways. You took a deep breath and turned to him, "I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. It was magical." He looked at you with a serious expression and asked, "Do you know French?"

You were a bit taken aback by the sudden question and replied, "No, I don't."He nodded and took a deep breath before beginning to speak in French, "Tu es belle et intelligente. J'ai passé la meilleure nuit de ma vie avec toi. J'aimerais que nous n'ayons pas à nous séparer. J'aimerais ne pas sortir avec elle. J'aimerais pouvoir t'embrasser maintenant. J'aimerais savoir ce que je ressens. J'aimerais pouvoir vous expliquer cela. Je souhaite que cette nuit ne finisse jamais. Mais il est. Vous êtes une femme très spéciale. Personne ne m'a jamais fait ressentir ça. Je souhaiterais être avec toi." (You are very beautiful and smart. I had the best night of my life with you. I wish we didn't have to separate. I wish I didn't go out with her. I wish I could kiss you right now. I wish I knew what I feel. I wish I could explain that to you. I wish this night never ends. But it is. You are a very special woman. No one has ever made me feel like that. I wish I could be with you.) There he was saying what he felt out loud knowing you won't know what he said. It was important for him to convey everything to you, even if this was the end, which honestly felt like a beginning. He couldn't do it to his girlfriend, and he didn't feel right letting you go too, but he knew he has to. So he said what he felt, because if this was the end, he would have less regrets in the future.

You looked at him, surprised and confused, not understanding what he said. He then just kissed your head and bid farewell to you. "Goodbye Hen" you said gently letting go of his hand. You felt like busting info tears, but you also felt extremely fulfilled and happy. This was weird. Seeing him walk away felt like torture. It felt wrong. You just turned to leave, but he called out to you, "Wait, I forgot to take any contact of yours." You turned to him and just smiled with a sigh, "If we're meant to meet again, you will just find me... Divine timing remember?" And with that, you walked away, leaving Henry amazed. You were shocked by the sudden exit you made yourself, but you kept walking. If you turned around, even for a look, you knew you would go weak and run into his arms.

As you walked away, you couldn't stop thinking about the night you just had. You felt a strong connection with Henry, but you knew it couldn't go further than that. You both had your own lives to go back to, and it was for the best. But as you lay in bed that night, you couldn't stop thinking about Henry and the way he made you feel. You felt a sense of longing and wondered if you would ever see him again, and what your futures could look like, had this night gone a different way.

~

A year had passed since that magical night in Italy with Henry. A year since you sat under the stars and felt a sense of loss as you parted ways, not knowing when or if you'd see each other again. It had been a few months since you had published your book and have now become a bestselling author, thanks to the story of Rebecca and Laurent in your book, which was the story of you and Henry... Your life had changed so much in a year, but your heart still held onto the memories of that one perfect day.

You were now in LA for a book signing, and as you sat at the table signing books, you couldn't help but think of Henry. You hadn't heard from him in a year, and every time you thought of him, your heart would flutter with a mix of excitement and sadness. You had even tried to reach out to him once, but he was a celebrity, and your message got lost in a sea of fans. Plus you had seen him accompany his girlfriend to events, so it was pretty obvious that he wanted nothing to do with you now. A part of you was happy for him. Happy that he's figured out his life, but a part was crashing down, thinking of you ever met anything to him, and if the two of you were possible.

As you were signing books, you looked up and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man walking towards you. For a moment, you thought it was Henry, but you quickly shook the thought away, thinking you were just being silly. He was wearing a face mask, so you couldn't see his face, but when you asked for his name, he looked deep into your eyes and said, "Laurent."

Your heart skipped a beat as you dropped your pen and looked at him in amazement. It couldn't be him. This could not be Henry. You tried to breathe but it was as if you had forgotten how to. A part of you wanted that masked man to be him. You wanted to see him again, you wanted to feel that way again, but a part of you wanted to bury whatever happened in the past and let him be happy, and keep it as an incomplete tale.

The man looked at you and slowly removed his mask, as you fell your soul escape your body. It was Henry... He was truly here. For a moment you were blank, trying to regain your composure and register your realty. "I'm here to take my Rebecca." he said with his husky voice and an evident smile on his face. Most people there didn't know that it was indeed Henry Cavill in the room, but they cheered because they all loved Laurent and Rebecca. This wasn't true. He isn't truly here. This isn't really happening. Is it? You ended up contemplating everything for a good few minutes before you abruptly called your manager and requested him to cancel the signing for the day. He saw Henry, and immediately knew what was up. He was one of the closest people you had and he knew everything, so he, like a fairy godmother, handled the situation, and took Henry to the hotel suite, giving you time to regain your composure and register reality.

You couldn't believe he was here, in front of you, after all this time. As you stepped into your hotel suite's living room, your heart racing and your mind completely blank, you saw him. Henry was sitting there, looking as stunning as ever. You couldn't believe your eyes. Was it really him? Or was it just your mind playing tricks on you again? Because you had imagined this moment in your head multiple times during your sleepless nights, and today you were living it. But there he was, in the flesh and bone, with a smile on his face that could light up a room.

You were so overwhelmed by the sight of him that you couldn't form any words. You just stood there staring at him, taking in every detail of his face. It was like time had stood still for him, but for you, it had been a year. A year filled with questions, doubts, and what-ifs. You wanted to ask him so much, but you couldn't even find your voice. Henry, on the other hand, was calm and composed. He stood up from his chair and walked towards you. As he came closer, you could smell his cologne, and it took all your willpower not to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest.

"Hi," he said, his voice low and smooth. "It's good to see you again." You couldn't believe how calm he was. You were in a state of shock, yet he seemed to be taking everything in stride. You finally found your voice and managed to say, "What are you doing here Henry?" You didn't wanted to sound rude but you were confused, angry, frustrated, and most of all, in shock.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and chuckled smiling, "Ouch. I thought you liked me." he said jokingly and all you could do was travel back in time to your night with him. It was as if all the emotions and memories hit refresh. "I came here for you." he adds still smiling knowing well enough that you're in no position to talk with his sudden stunt. You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at the sound of his words. He continued, "I've missed you, (y/n). A lot has happened in the past year, and I've realized that I can't stop thinking about you. I had to see you again..." This time you could feel the pain in his voice. The longing and hurt clearly reflected in his now trembling voice and thinking eyes. You were speechless. You didn't know how to respond to his confession. All you knew was that you missed him more than anything, and you didn't want to waste any more time apart.

You took a step closer to him and said, "I've missed you too, Henry. More than I can say." He reached out and took your hand, pulling you closer to him. "But..." His grip on your waist and hand loosened, and you could see the colour fade from his face. What if she find someone else. What if she doesn't want me anymore. What if she doesn't feel the same way. All these thoughts immediately plagued his mind. As you looked into Henry's eyes, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. You had so many questions, doubts, and fears that you wanted to confront him about. You needed to know the truth, and you didn't want to hold anything back. "Henry, I need to know," you said, taking a deep breath. "Why didn't you respond to my message? Did you even get it?"

Henry released a sign of relief as you saw his face soften up while he reached for your hand again kissing it. "Fuck. You texted me? Love, I'm so sorry. I never got your message. My managers usually filter through my texts, and they probably didn't see it. Although, I did give them your name, but they must have missed it because I didn't receive it. In fact, I had asked them to search for you, but all I knew was your name and that you were a writer...." You nod and let out a small sigh of relief, but there was still a lingering doubt in your mind. "And... What about the girl you were with in all those pictures? Your girlfriend? Were you still with her?" Henry's expression turned pained as he let go of your hand, and ran a hand through his hair. "No. I tried to make things work with her, but I wasn't the same after meeting you. I fell in love with you, and being with her just wasn't enough. We broke up a long time ago, and my managers just wanted me to have a 'partner' to keep the rumors going. She was an Influencer, so she was happy to get her publicity. We never did anything after Italy, and only met at those events. I never knew the same happiness as her, as I did with you..."

You felt a twinge of guilt in your chest, knowing that Henry had been going through so much, all while you were busy with your book. But, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed at the thought that he was in love with you, and this is the first time he's said that. You just looked into his eyes as he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, cupping your cheeks. "I will always owe you for one thing, and that is, you sent me away that day in Italy. You sent me back to my life so I could truly realise how much I needed you..." You bit your lip trying to control your tears as you looked at him.

"(y/n)" Henry said, pilling you closer to him. "I love you so so much, and I so not want to spend one day away from you." he said as your lips brushed against his. "Please say something..." he whispered and looked at you with the most hopeful gaze. You loved him there was no doubt in that, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with this man. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. "J't'aime beaucoup..." you said I love you more in French, something Rebecca tells Laurent in the books, which was a take on your and Henry's last moment together. Henry's face broke into a huge grin as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel your heart racing as you melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as he pulled you closer.

The kiss was full of so much love and emotion, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful new chapter in your life. He looked in your eyes, enjoying the silence and the swell on your lips before you crashed your lips together again. You barely knew this man but you felt like you knew him from ages, and that's exactly what he felt. As Henry's lips pressed against yours, you couldn't help but get lost in the moment. His kiss was electrifying, and it was as if you were transported back to that small Italian town where you first met. Henry finally pulled away for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to memorize every features. "You're even more beautiful now," he whispered, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. Your hair had grown since he last saw you, and you had tanned a little, and all he could do was to worship your beauty. He gently picks you up in his arms and takes you to the bed where you start to kiss him again, your hands caressing each other's bodies, trying to feel every nook and detail. After a while of making out, Henry kissed your nose and said, " Be right back" and suddenly got up from the bed disappearing into the living room again. You heard the clinking of glass and the sound of a cork popping, and he reappeared with a bottle of the same Italian wine you had shared on that day. You chuckled "Baby did you seriously got this?" You sit up a little for a better view, as he poured you both a glass, and you took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. "How can I forget the only thing because of which I met you?" he says and you chuckled and sat down next to you. Henry pulled you onto his lap, his lips trailing down your neck and chest, and then back up to your lips. You loved the way he kissed you, with a passion that left you breathless. You never knew you could feel this way, so consumed by love and desire.

"I've missed you so much," he whispers against your shoulders. "I missed you," you reply, your heart racing with emotion. "I can't believe this is happening."

"It's real, babygirl. You and me, we're meant to be together," he says, his eyes locked onto yours, as he then started to kiss your neck and then your shoulder. "Mm put bottoms up the drink or put the glass aside" he said a little annoyed because you were taking too long to drink your wine, and he had to get to business. You chuckled and looked at him. "You're already very demanding. Aren't you?" You said cockily but chugged the last of the wine putting the glass aside as he looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, and nods. "Yeah. I am." He said and then flips you both around so you're under him, and he starts to kiss your lips and then your neck and shoulders. "I waited so long for this..." he whispers against your skin and you nod biting your lip, "Mm yes...too long, but you found me..." With that he started kissing you again, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire that you never knew existed within you. It's like the two of you are the only people in the world, lost in your own little bubble of love and desire.

The night wears on, you and Henry continue to explore each other's bodies, your passion growing with each passing moment. And as you fall asleep in his arms, you know that you've found something special, something that will last a lifetime. It was just like you said in your book; "They met, they talked, It was epic. The true epic love."

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[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

hiiii, I love your content

Can I request a angst that go into fluff that go into soft smut hehehehe….where the reader is feeling insecure about her body and her disability which deafness so she wears hearing aids and one of the day she was looking through social media and saw hurtful comments on a post of her and Henry at some premier and Henry just cuddle her in love and yeah heheh

Thank you!!

Broken but Beautiful

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You have a hearing disability and get trolled by fans after a public appearance with Henry

Warning: Angst, fluff, hearing disability, graphic description of panic attack, depression, PTSD, stress, anxiety, trolling, cyberbullying, dom male, sly smut, PIV sex, vanilla

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You sit by the giant glass window, curled up under a soft blanket, listening to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside. You loved sitting by this window and watching the rain fall on the expansive garden. It's a calming sound, one that usually puts your mind at ease. But today, your peaceful moment is shattered by the cruel words of strangers on the internet.

You had been checking Twitter to see what people had to say about you and Henry's recent public appearance, hoping for some positive comments. You both had finally publicly spoken about your relationship, and you were worried about what his fans had to say about you. Although, Henry had already anticipated the impact this would bring to you, especially because you were a non celebrity girl, but it was essential for the two of you. You found some really supportive comments and were living your dream, but very quickly you met with your worst nightmare, a barrage of hateful messages and cruel memes, all directed at you and your hearing disability.

"Who would want to date a deaf girl?"

"It must be hard for Henry to communicate in sign."

"Bro the woman would find so hard to enjoy his husky deep voice lol"

"It's like dating one of those dolls which sing an 80's pop every time you tap the botton behind her ear. Lmao"

"She be making me him scream at night. Literally. ~ Louder Henry Louder!!"

"Bro's lucky in a way. He can scream, shout, and party till late while gaming and his woman won't know a thing."

The comments cut like a knife, each one reopening old wounds and insecurities. You know that your hearing aid makes you different, that it's something that sets you apart from others. But you never expected people to be so cruel about it. Not now. It wasn't highschool anymore. You were very young, a teenager, when you were riding home with your friend from school and her dad lost control of the car, causing the car to crash. Although, everyone had small bruises, and your friend broke a bone, you had a major impact on your left ear, damaging your insides. This led you to have a partial hearing disability permanently in your left ear, bounding you to a hearing aids' mercy forever. This did affect your adolescent massively, as you faced a lot of bullying and discouragement. But when you met Henry, a year and half ago, it didn't matter. You were a grown woman now, and this was just another accessory to your life like your phone. You did have some insecurities coming into a relationship with him, but he never made you feel like you had a disability, or addressed it like it was different to him in any way. In fact, he explained how it is simply the most normal thing, and is just like him wearing his contact lenses or glasses.

The memes are even worse. Some show Henry doing exaggerated gestures with his hands, with captions like "When you have to talk to your girlfriend in sign language." Others depict you as sitting unaffected with a moaning noise in the background, insinuating Henry cheating on you and you not finding out because of your disability.

It's all too much to bear. You feel like you're suffocating under the weight of the negativity. The tears come hot and fast, blurring your vision as you scroll through the endless stream of hateful comments. You can't help but wonder if Henry is regretting his decision to be with you. Maybe he's tired of having to repeat everything twice, or of having to speak slower so you can read his lips, every time you take the aid out. Maybe he's starting to think that you're in too much trouble, that he could find someone else who doesn't come with all this baggage. The thought makes your chest ache with a pain that's all too familiar. It's the same feeling you had after the accident that left you with your hearing loss, when you thought your life was over before it even began. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise of the rain and the hateful voices in your head, but it's no use. The darkness closes in around you, and you feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of your own despair.

You'rel sitting still, hugging your knees to your chest, as the raindrops keep tapping on the window. Soon, your body is shaking with sobs, and your chest feels like it's about to explode. You're clutching your phone so tightly, your knuckles turn white, scrolling through the horrible comments about you and Henry. Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your ears, and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid. You try to take a deep breaths, but it catches in your throat, and suddenly, you can't breathe. You gasp for air, but it's like someone is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Panic takes over your body, and you feel like you're losing control. Tears are streaming down your face, and you can't seem to stop them. You feel like you're drowning, and you need air. You try to get up, but your legs give out, and you fall to the floor, hitting the wall hard. It hurts, but you don't care. You're beyond pain at this point.

Your hands are shaking so badly, you can barely hold yourself up. You hit the wall again, and again, and again, as if that could somehow make the panic go away. But it doesn't. It just makes your hands hurt, and your head feels dizzy. You start to pull at your own hair, feeling like you're losing your mind. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You're trapped in your own body, and it's terrifying. You try to calm down, but the panic just keeps getting worse. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. You don't want to, but you can't seem to stop it. You feel like you're falling into a deep hole, and you can't grab onto anything to pull yourself out. The last thing you remember is the raindrops tapping against the window, as you lay there, helpless and broken, before passing out right there on the floor.

An hour later, Henry finally came home and unlocked the door. He stepped inside the house, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the evening with you, enjoying some wine and your company. "Honey!" He said his voice roaring in the house. Usually, you'd come running to him by this time, but he didn't see a sign of you. He thought you were probably in the loo, so he headed straight for the bedroom, box of chocolates and bottle of wine in hand, hoping to surprise you.

But as he entered the room, he realized that something was wrong. You were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was open, and when he checked, you weren't there as well. "Babe?" He called out to you, but there was no response. You never left the house without informing him of your whereabouts, and especially not in a weather that bad. He searched all the rooms, growing increasingly worried as each one turned up empty. Finally, he decided to give you a call and heard the faint sound of ringing, and followed it downstairs to the back room.

There, he saw you lying on the floor next to the patio window, passed out. "Baby? Fuck!" He said his heart sank at the sight of you. He rushed over to you, removing the blanket, as he picked you up in his arms. You were so still, it was as if you weren't even breathing. Henry felt his heart rate increase with fear, as he tried to wake you up, but you remained unresponsive. "God baby wake up, what happened here?" He decided to try and bring you to senses with some water, and ran to the kitchen to grab a glass. When he returned, he sprinkled a few drops onto your face. Slowly, your eyelids fluttering open, as you murmured his name. Henry felt a rush of relief, holding you close and running his fingers through her hair. "Oh thank God baby." He said kissing your head. He knew this had happened to you before. Every time you would stress out too much, you passed out. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As you slowly regained your bearings, he sat down beside you, holding your hand.

"What happened, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he rubbed circles in your hands. You explained everything to him through tears, how the comments about your hearing disability had sent you into a tailspin. Henry's blood boiled with anger as you recounted some of the cruel and hurtful things people had said. He hated this. He in fact blamed himself for it. If it wasn't for him being so famous, he could have had a normal life, and give a normal one to his family too. His popularity always kept him and his loved ones under a microscope, and one could survive only if they grow a thick skin like he did. He knew this was hitting you and would hurt you, and now he regretted announcing the relationship, seeing you like this. He hoped that people would at least have some decency, but he was wrong. The world was filled with monsters and he couldn't protect his girlfriend from them. "I am so sorry baby." He said barely over a whisper pulling you in his lap.

"Those people are just cowards hiding behind their screens," he said, trying to comfort you. "They don't know you, they don't understand what you've been through, and they definitely don't deserve to make you feel this way." He added running his hands through your hair as you sniffled, and he wiped away her tears. "I just feel so insecure about it sometimes, like it's something that makes me less than everyone else."

Henry shook his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. "No, baby girl. It's the opposite. Your hearing aid is a symbol of your strength and resilience, a testament to the fact that you've overcome obstacles that would have defeated most people. And as for those people online, they don't know anything about you. They don't know how beautiful, smart, and amazing you are. So they don't get to make you feel this way. I am sorry, I couldn't protect you from this." He said the last part, laced with guilt. "Plus it's a very normal thing. It's like me wearing contacts because I'm literally blind without my glasses. Jeez. I'm actually frustrated with what people get up to in their time and call others out on the most unexisting things." He said sounding very frustrated at this point. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you, and no this is not your fault. You can't change the world, and it is filled with horrible people. You cannot be accountable for every single one of them" He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You don't have to do anything without me. I'm here, always. And I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in, pressing his lips to your in a gentle kiss. "I know I'm broken, but you make me feel so beautiful and whole" You say melting into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "Shhh baby, you're not broken. You're just beautiful. My sweet, beautiful, and intelligent princess. You mean the world to me, and I'm pretty sure my world is all round and beautiful and perfect." He said chuckling and making you laugh. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.

A while later, you feel Henry's arms wrap around you as he holds you close, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as you both cuddle on the bed after a long day. You lean into him, feeling his warmth and strength as he holds you tightly. He pours some more wine into your glass, holding it up to your lips, encouraging you to take a sip. "Here baby, take some more" he said gently as you hold the glass. "Mmm are you trying to get me drunk Mr Cavill?" You asked chuckling as he simply just shrugs and smirks. As you sit in his lap, you squirm a little as he kisses your shoulder. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle and loving, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as he continues to kiss you. He pulls the sleeves of his t-shirt that you wore, down a little and whispers in your ear, "Baby do you know how beautiful you are? Mm?" He says in his deep raspy voice. You feel your cheeks flush as he continues to shower you with compliments, telling you how much he appreciates you and how much you mean to him.

He takes the glass from your hand and turns you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours as he leans in to kiss you deeply. You can feel the passion and love in his kiss, and you respond eagerly, your body pressing against his as your lips meet in a fiery embrace. As the kiss deepens, you can feel your bodies entwining, your hands exploring each other's bodies with newfound passion. You feel Henry's hands on your back, pulling you closer to him as he continues to kiss you deeply. As the heat between you intensifies, you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting all of your worries and insecurities as you become one with Henry. You feel his love and devotion in every touch, every kiss, and every caress, and you know that you are exactly where you are meant to be. He swiftly enters you and lays you down, gently pounding into you not once breaking the kiss completely. He slowly picks up the pace and starts to make you feel like you're the only person that matters. "Mmm fuck my sweet princess. You're so fucking beautiful. I love you" He said biting your lip in a hard kiss as you feel yourself coming hard digging your nails in his flesh, as he fills you up. "MmI love you more Hen" you say enjoying the sweetness of this euphoric bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You lay in his arms, as you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but you also know that you will face them together, with his love and support guiding your way.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! <3

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[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Hi! Could I request a Henry cavill story? Where reader meets him while he’s in town shooting for his new movie but she doesn’t recognize him at all and doesn’t know he is kind of in a relationship but that it is rocky. But yet somehow they end up together!!

Just Find Me (Part 1)

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You have a chance encounter with Henry Cavill during your travels in Italy

Warning: Very fluffy, emotional, love, angsty

You are a writer travelling through the small towns of Italy to find inspiration for your book. You've been visiting different places, trying to capture the essence of each town and its people. Finding heart wrenching love stories from these small hamlets, just like your grandparents' is your sole mission right now. Today, you find yourself in a small restaurant surrounded by vineyards in the picturesque town of Montalcino.

As you peruse to the wine cellar, you can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the extensive selection. You're known to be fussy about your wine choices, always looking for the perfect blend. Lost in your thoughts, you're jolted back to reality by a deep, smooth voice behind you.

"Can I help you with something?" You turn around and find yourself face to face with a tall, robust, and handsome man. He's leaning against the door frame, looking at you with a charming smile. He cannot be a waiter, you think. But it's Italy. Anything is possible. You're taken aback by his beauty, but you can't quite place where you've seen him before, because he does look so familiar.

"I'm just looking for the perfect wine," you reply, trying to regain your composure. He chuckles and you just stare at him, admiring the oaky scent and curly hair. "Well, that's a tall order. Let me help you out." You watch as he strides confidently towards you, his eyes scanning the shelves of bottles, as you lose yourself in his scent. He picks one out and holds it up to the light. "This one is a number," he says. "It's a blend of Sangiovese and Cabernet Sauvignon. It's bold, full-bodied, with hints of dark cherry and blackberry. It's perfect for a day like today." You take the bottle from him, studying it. "Thank you, it sounds perfect." you say blushing as you adored the man and also the knowledge he had of wines.

He nods, his blue eyes twinkling. "My pleasure. I'm Henry, by the way." You shake his outstretched hand. "I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you." That's when the sudden realisation dawned upon you. It is infact Henry Cavill. The guy who plays Superman and the Witcher. Wow. You try to act cool, not wanting to make a big deal out of it but you can feel your knees giving up. Just when you were about to make a total fool of yourself and ask him for a picture, his voice cut through your rumbled thoughts. "If I'm not bothering you too much, would you like to join me?" He asked and you blushed. "It would be a shame to drink a fine bottle like that alone." He adds cheekily as you chuckle and nods. He leads you outside as you quickly head to your table to collect your things, and then go up to him, where he takes you to his table pulling a chair out for you, as he then takes a seat himself in front of you. You place your things there which also includes a vintage looking diary and a pen, and you could see the curiosity in his eyes.

"So, what brings you to Montepulciano?" He asks as he pours some wine for yourself before pouring some for him. "I'm a writer," you tell him swirling your glass of wine, smiling at him as a thank you for pouring the drink. "I'm here to find inspiration for my book." you add as he looks at you intently. "Ah, a writer," he says, swirling his own glass of wine. "That's fascinating. What kind of book are you working on?" he adds taking a sip of that delicious wine. "It's an anthology based on love stories from across Italy," you reply. He nods thoughtfully. "Sounds interesting. I'm sure there are plenty of stories to be told here," he smiles as you blush a little. "Well thank you, I hope so too. What beings you here?"you ask stressing on the 'you' part because it's not normal to find a celebrity like himself, wandering around the streets like that. "Just taking a little vacation," he replies with a small smile, which looked half convincing, but you didn't know him enough to ask more about it. "It's nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, you know?" You nod, understanding the sentiment. You both chat about your respective work, your love for writing, and your passion for exploring new places. You can't help but feel drawn to him, his easy charm and infectious laugh.

As you both sip on the wine, you realize that it is indeed perfect. The boldness of the Cabernet Sauvignon perfectly balances the fruity notes of the Sangiovese. You're impressed with his wine knowledge and you end up asking him. "This wine is actually perfect, and I thought 'I' knew all the fancy wines." you add chuckling and take a sip again, almost moaning at the taste. "Thank you, I just thought it'd be perfect for you." he adds smiling at you. "Are you a sommelier or something?"you asked surprised to see his extensive wine knowledge. He laughs in response and then softly adds, "No, just a wine enthusiast. I've learned a thing or two over the years. All thanks to the extensive traveling." "Ah my grandfather had a vineyard. So, that's why I'm a bit of a wine snob," you share. He chuckles but then looks impressed. "That's amazing. Maybe we can explore some more vineyards together," he suggests. You smile, liking the idea of spending more time with him. You both start taking a walk along the vineyard.

As you both sipped on the delicious wine, the conversation flowed easily between you and Henry. You found yourself sharing stories of your travels through the small towns of Italy and the interesting people you met along the way. He shared his own experiences shooting movies in Rome and Florence, and how he chose to visit the small towns to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"I've always been drawn to the great outdoors," Henry said as he gestured towards the stunning vineyards around you. "There's something about the fresh air and the natural beauty that just makes me feel alive." You nodded in agreement, taking in the breathtaking views around you. The sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue over the rolling hills and the vineyards. It was the kind of moment that made you feel like time was standing still, and you were content to just enjoy the present.

"I couldn't agree more," you said with a smile. "I've been looking for inspiration for my book, and I've found that the small towns of Italy have given me so much to work with. The people, the culture, the stories... it's all so rich and fascinating..." Henry nodded, taking another sip of his wine as you both leaned on the balcony, enjoying the view. "Speaking of stories, have you come across any interesting ones in your travels?"

You thought for a moment, then remembered the old couple you had met during your time in Florence. "Actually, there was one couple that really stood out to me. They had been married for over 50 years now and had the most beautiful love story. It was definitely something out of a fairytale." Henry leaned in, clearly intrigued. "Tell me more." And so you told him about the couple - how they had met in the same vineyard where you were sitting now, and how they had fallen in love at first sight. They moved to Florence, got married, and had a huge family. You described the way they still held hands and whispered sweet nothings to each other after all these years, and how they had overcome every obstacle life had thrown their way.

Henry listened intently, his eyes locked on yours as you spoke. "Wow," he said when you finished. "That's the kind of love story that movies are made of." You nodded and chuckled. "That's the kind of love I seek... Speaking of movies, I have to tell you. I am a huge fan of the Night Hunter, and The Man from Uncle. I love thriller movies. I also loved watching the Witcher." You tell him with a shy smile not wanting to sound like a fangirl as he smiled. "Thank you, I love thrillers myself. I always look for stories while selecting a film, more than my character." he explained and you heard him intently, as you could feel the passion he had for his job with every word he spoke. At one point, Henry leaned in closer to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you almost lost your breath. "You know, (y/n), you're really something special. It's not often that I meet someone who's as passionate and driven as you are."

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, but before you could respond, Henry spoke again. "Listen, I don't want this night to end just yet. Would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?" You looked at him, feeling a flutter in your stomach. The thought of spending more time with him was thrilling, but at the same time, you were hesitant. You didn't want to get your hopes up or read too much into the invitation. But then Henry smiled at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat. "I promise, it'll be a night to remember, plus it's just a matter of a few hours." he says with a chuckle pointing at the sky which is adorned in the shades of dusk, hinting the arrival of the nightfall. You chukle and shake your head a little. With those words, you knew you couldn't say no. So you smiled back at him and nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside you. This was just the beginning of a beautiful adventure, and you were ready to see where it would take you, but you didn't want to be hopeful. You knew better than to get lost in a moment and hurt yourself for years to come, but for the first time in ages, you enjoyed this bittersweetness. It felt weirdly right.

As you both exit the vineyard, you start to take a walk around the beautiful town. As you both round a corner, he leads you into a small courtyard with a fountain in the center. Henry takes your hand and leads you to a bench near the fountain. "It's breathtaking..." you say gazing at the beautiful surroundings as you sit next to him. You both sit in a comfortable silence, the sound of the water trickling in the background. You look at him and feel your heart skip a beat. You can't believe you were here, in Italy, with Henry Cavill. It feels like a dream. You just sat there watching people stroll by. The sun is setting, and the sky is painted in shades of orange and pink. You can feel his gaze on you, but you try to ignore it.

Suddenly, he breaks the silence and asks you, "So, are you single or dating?" You take a deep breath, unsure by the sudden question, but tell him the truth, "I'm single, and I have been my whole life. I don't believe in wasting my time and emotions on anyone who isn't the perfect fit for me." He looks fascinated by your response, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking. You decide to ask him about himself, hoping that he's single, but also knowing that it's highly unlikely. He hesitates for a moment before finally opening up to you, "I've been dating someone for over a year now. It started as a PR stunt, but my managers thought it could work out. She's not my type at all, but now it's been too long, and I've kind of accepted my fate. You know I'm comfortable in that relationship, but I guess, I'm not happy. That's actually the reason I needed this vacation so badly. I needed to put things into perspective and figure out what I want. I do not want to hurt anyone in the process"

Your heart sinks as he tells you this, but you know better than to let yourself get hurt. It was never meant to be. This wasn't a fairytale and you had controlled your emotions just enough to not fall for it. You offer him a consoling smile. "I believe that everything happens for a reason and that what's meant for you will find you when the time is right. Maybe this vacation is the perfect opportunity for you to figure things out and find what you truly want."you tell him gently placing your hand on his for a second. He nods his head, "You know, you're right. Maybe it is time for me to put myself first and figure out what I truly want. Thank you for listening to me and giving me some perspective." You smile and tell him, "Of course, that's what friends are for, right?"He nods and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and then sighs, "Yeah, friends." You look at him just for a second before looking away. This between the two of you felt perfect. It was as if you had known him for years. He felt the same too. He was heard by someone truly in a long time, but this wasn't practical, this couldn't ever be real. As much as you both wanted it, it was too unreal to go for it.

You both sit in silence for a moment, and you can feel the tension between you two. You know that it's best to leave things as they are, but a small part of you still wishes for something more. As the sun finally sets, he stands up and offers you his hand, "Shall we head to the restaurant? I'm starving." You smile small taking his hand, and he helps you up from the bench. As you both walk to the restaurant, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for the two of you. But for now, you're just grateful for this moment and the unexpected bond you've formed with this complete stranger.

As you step into the restaurant, you are awestruck by its grandeur. The dim lighting and elegant decor create a cozy and romantic atmosphere, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest. You follow Henry to your table, admiring the beautiful surroundings as you go.

Henry pulls the chair for you, and then sits across from you. Once seated, he glances at you with a charming smile and looks at you. "Do you like the place? I found it yesterday while taking my lone wolf walk in the middle of the night." he asks chuckling as you look around in awe and nod. "It's amazing Henry. Thank you so much for bringing me here.". "Pleasure is all mine my lady." he says as you chuckle. You were definitely a fan of this man's manners.

"Wine?" he looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you nod. He loved how he had you all blushing with the slightest of gestures. It was just challenging him to explore you further. He swiftly calls for the waiter, leaning towards him, as he stood attentively at the side of the table, ready to take the order. "Scusi, posso avere la bottiglia di Barolo Riserva, per favore?" (Excuse me, can I have a bottle of Barolo Riserva, please?) "Naturalmente, signore," the waiter replied with a nod. (Of course, sir.)

Henry continued, "Ma, prima, potrebbe farmi assaggiare un po' per assicurarmi che la signorina sia soddisfatta?" (But first, could you let me taste it a little bit to make sure the lady will be satisfied?) The waiter smiled knowingly, nodded and brought the bottle, pouring a small amount of wine into Henry's glass. He was not bad in Italian but he wasn't fluent, and he didn't know you knew it well. You bit back your chuckle as you played along and saw Henry take the lead. He swirled the wine around and took a deep sniff of the aroma before finally taking a sip. He closed his eyes, savouring the taste, before giving the waiter a satisfied nod.

"Sì, è perfetto. Questo impressionerà sicuramente la signora qui." (Yes, it's perfect. This will surely impress the lady here.) The waiter nodded and smiled, "La sua signora deve essere molto fortunata." (Your lady must be very lucky.) Henry grinned at the waiter, looked at you, and then winked at him, "Sì, lo è, ma sono più fortunato a stare con lei." (Yes she is, but I'm luckier to be with her. He definitely didn't know you knew how to speak in Italian, and as amusing as it was, you were blushing uncomfortably at his words.

The waiter jotted down the order and left to fetch the fresh bottle of wine, leaving you both alone. You bit back your laugh as Henry looked at you intently. He was so adorable with his Italian. He leaned back in his chair, and took a deep breath, "Ah, this place is magnificent, isn't it?"

You looked around, taking in the elegant decor and the beautiful view of the city, "It truly is."He took another sip of his wine, "So, what do you love doing the most outdoors?" He asks you, as you smile wistfully, "I love star gazing. My grandpa had a little observatory close to his vineyard, and we would spend hours looking up at the sky. Or just sit in the field and fall asleep under the sky." you said your eyes twinkling at the memories of your childhood. He listened intently, "That sounds amazing. I love it too, but unfortunately, I don't get to do it very often." You chuckled, "Well, always make time for things you love. You don't want to be eighty, old, and rotting in your bed with regrets. Although, I'm sure you must have some hobbies and interests, that you made time for?."

Henry looked at you amazed. He had never met someone like you. Someone who had such a different perspective on life, and he was in awe with that. You were free, passionate, and did everything on your terms, and he almost envied that. "I do indeed. I grew up on the British channel island of Jersey, with four brothers. It was always a bit of a madhouse, but we had so much fun growing up. We would go fishing, cook, especially bake, and I make sure I bake and cook when I can. I even carry my fishing gear along, so whenever I have time, I just go for it." he adds smiling.

You leaned forward, intrigued, "Really? I love baking too. What's your favourite thing to bake?" He chuckled, "Oh, that's a tough one. I think I'd have to go with an apple pie. There's just something about the smell of cinnamon and apples baking in the oven that's so comforting. Plus it's actually a family recipe passed down through generations, so it just makes it so much more special". You smile while sipping on your wine, "That sounds delicious. Maybe you'll have to bake me one someday." His eyes sparkled mischievously, "Oh, I could definitely do that. But only if you promise to bake me something too." You laughed and nodded, "Deal."

Your conversation was interrupted as the waiter came again to take your food orders and you looked at Henry. "What do you want to have?" you asked him as he looked a little confused while looking at the menu. "Okay, I'll let you choose this one. Surprise me." he said and you chuckled seeing how adorable he looked skimming through the menu. You nod and looks at the waiter. "Buonasera. Vorrei un'insalata mista con formaggio di capra e il risotto ai funghi porcini per me, per favore. (Good evening. I would like a salad with goat cheese and the porcini mushroom risotto for me, please.) He smiles and notes it down. "Perfetto. E per il signore?"(Perfect. And for the gentleman?) he asks smiling. There's an obvious shock on Henry's face but you chose to ignore it.

"La stessa insalata come me e un Osso Buco per lui per favore" (The same salad as me, and a Osso Buco for him please). "Certamente, mia signora. Qualcosa altro? (Certainly, my lady. Anything else?) The waiter asks politely.

"No, niente altro, grazie." (No, nothing else, thank you.) you reply smiling and then turn to face Henry. He looked at you in surprise, "Wow, (y/n), your Italian is amazing. How did you learn it so well?" You chuckled and chugged your wine, as he leaned in to refill your glass, "My grandma was Italian, actually. She was from Palmanova, and met my grandad while he was studying here. That's why when they married, my grandad opened a vineyard for her back home, so she could feel at 'home'."

Henry listened intently, "That's such a sweet love story. That's the kind of love I want for myself." That put you in thought. How he was so like you but so different at the same time. You both were perfect for each other in theory, but was it the same for the reality? You chucked away the question, trying to focus on what you have right now, and not ruin anything by overthinking it. Soon your plates arrived and he was pretty happy with your selection of dishes.

"Why did you become an actor?" you ask him, dissecting your salad. He hesitates for a moment before answering. "I always loved the idea of acting, but what really pushed me was the bullying I faced in school. People used to call me 'Fat Cavill', and it really affected me. But it also gave me motivation to work on myself and become the best version of me. You know, I wanted to show them what I could do..." Your heart aches for him, and you unconsciously reach for his hand. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Hen. But I'm glad it led you to where you are today." He smiles at you, squeezing your hand. "Thank you. It means a lot. I haven't really ever talked about it with anyone in depth. This feels good." You smile feeling happy that he felt comfortable enough to share that with you.

As you finish your dinner and wine, Henry looks a little stressed, like he wants to ask something, plus he had been distracted with his phone from the last half hour. He looks hesitant, but as you both are winding up, he finds some courage and blurts out. "There's somewhere I want to take you, something special. I mean if you have time, I promise it'll be worthwhile." he says, his eyes sparkling. You nod eagerly, unable to resist the allure of his charm and to the thought of spending more time with him. Lowkey you were manifesting more time with him. "Lead the way," you say, smiling as his smile grows with yours. He was feeling a weird need to be with you, like everything in him wanted to buy as much time with you as he could, and nonetheless, you felt it too.

Once you both exit the restaurant, he gently keeps a hand on your back and guides you through the small streets of Montalcino. He finally brings you to a solitary space and then gently leans in to speak close to your ear. "You need to close your eyes signora." You look at him a little surprised but then he gives you a soft smile and you couldn't help but blush. As you close your eyes, you feel Henry's hand gently guide you towards a quiet spot. You feel your heart racing with anticipation as you wonder what he has in store for you. Finally, you feel him help you sit down, on what feels like a plushy surface, and you stay still, eyes closed, feeling his warmth beside you. You trust him completely, and you know that whatever he has planned will be special. It's weird and uncanny how you could trust him so easily, but it felt right in your bones.

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Part 2

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airdrops and dog celebration

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff!

*HC would like to share a photo*

You stared at the screen that had just lit up.

A photo. Of a dog. With the caption „thats Kal.“

You had no idea where that had come from. Like in a cheap horror movie, you ran inside your apartment after sitting on the balcony for a fair amount of time and looked around your living room to possibly spot an intruder. What an idiot you truly were though.

Then you looked out the window, still not touching your screen, the cute Akita seemingly smiling at you. You looked straight at the building in front of you, trying to see if anyone was either outside or maybe had airdropped you that photo accidentally.

But you couldn’t see anyone, so you simply accepted the photo and wrote a little message on a piece of paper. „Was that meant for me?:“

You photographed the note and airdropped it back to „HC“.

Only a few seconds later, you received a photo back. Another photo of the cute yet huge dog.

„Yes.“

You didn’t really know how to comprehend so you went back outside and looked around. On the third floor you had a good view over the area and the people at the park across the street.

*Ding* another air drop request.

„Look down.“

You panicked internally but eventually leaned over the railing of your balcony and immediately laughed when met by big brown dog eyes.

„Hi baby“ you spoke in a high pitched voice.

„Kal“ barked happily and stared at you. „Did you send me an air drop? Are you Kal?“

He barked again, you only laughing and finding yourself in a really interesting yet adorable situation.

Then the dog ran back inside and you observed the balcony for a bit longer before sitting back down and grinning to yourself.

Suddenly, another air drop sent.

This time, not of Kal. The man on the picture looked older than you, but far more attractive than you‘d known how to comprehend.

You couldn’t help but stare at the muscular man on your screen, looking directly into the camera. Curly hair, a hint of dark chest hair, gorgeous eyes.

God he was hot. You recognized how much older than you he must’ve been but you couldn’t help it.

But instead of replying, you yet again leaned over the railing and yelled:“It’s not nice to catfish people you know.“

Then a chuckle. A deep, genuine laugh coming from inside.

„Come on dude.“ you laughed back and waited for someone to come out. You were 80% sure that he had just sent you a random photo of a hot guy off of google, but you never knew. You hadn‘t seen him in the building before and you‘d lived there for over a year now.

Suddenly you heard a door open and you were yet again met by the adorable Akita. He smiled up at you and barked again. „Hey Kal, you have a great name by the way. Who gave it to you?“

And then you saw him for the first time.

Tall, broad, facial hair. Now a mustache and slightly curly brown hair.

„Hi.“ his deep voice spoke once again.

You felt like a loser looking down at the god in front of you in only a black tank top and some old zip up hoodie over top. He was far too hot for you to handle.

„Hi.“ you choked up and forced yourself to smile.

„I‘m Henry. And you already met Kal.“

He pointed at the huge dog beside him who looked between you two excitedly.

„Y/n.“ you smiled and leaned your elbow against the cold metal.

„I‘m sorry for being creepy like that but I heard you on your balcony and tried to shoot my shot by sending this photo to three different phones, hoping you‘d reply.“

You were speechless. He actively tried to reach out.

„Well he‘s cute, you shouldn‘t only send the photo to three people.“

You wanted to slap yourself for that.

But Henry only laughed and eventually pointed to his living room.

„I‘m making pasta right now, it’s actually Kal‘s birthday. I know how strange that sounds, yes I celebrate my dog’s birthday, but uh would you like to join us?“

You smiled to yourself. „I‘d love to. Let me just get changed, i‘ll be down in a sec.“

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Love in the Lakehouse

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: He surprises you with a getaway

Warning: Fluff, sly smut

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As you two lay in bed finally ending a tiresome day, Henry breaks the news. "I got a little surprise for you princess. I know you've been very tired with work. So have I, and I decided that we can both have some time off. So I planned us a surprise getaway." he says and chuckles when he sees your face light up. "For real?" you ask excited and he nods and you lean in and kiss him. You have been blessed by Aphrodite to be able to get a boyfriend like him. "But where are we going?" you ask pulling away just a little from him. "It's a surprise baby." he said simply and kissed your head knowing if he doesn't fall asleep now, you will ponder him with more questions.

The next day, you wake up all excited and Henry smiles winding up his work and asks you to pack your stuff soon. But when you asked him for more details, he simply smiled and shook his head. "It's a surprise, (y/n)," he said, with a grin. "I want you to pack your bags, and I'll take care of the rest." You had protested, of course, insisting that you at least needed to know the location so you could pack accordingly. But he had been firm, telling you to trust him and let him take care of everything.

And so, a few hours later you stood in front of your wardrobe confused about what to pack. You hear Henry chuckle as he enters the room and kisses your head. "Move, I'll help you pack, although I'd prefer you without anything." He said and winked at you as he started to take out some sundresses, swimwear, and then you see him dig through your lingeriewear and pick out a whole pile. You raise an eyebrow and look at him, and he just grins at you like a baby. What was he planning? There's always something on his mind.

"Okay, Henry, spill the beans," you said, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Where are we going?" He had simply grinned and kissed you on the nose. "Nope, not telling. Just trust me baby. I promise you're going to love it."

You chuckle and let him pack as he helped you put everything in his car and tucked you in as well.

As the two of you drove down the winding roads towards countryside, you couldn't contain your excitement any longer. You had rolled up the roof of the car and let the cool breeze wash over your face, taking in the fresh scent of pine and wet earth. You feel Henry keep his hand on your thigh as he gently gives it a squeeze. He loved seeing you like this. He could stare at you for hours and you do catch him looking at you. "Are we there yet?" you asked, your voice filled with eagerness as you lean in and kiss his cheek. In that moment he wanted to stop the car and crash his lips to yours. There was something about the sundresses, your hair flowing with the breeze, your eyes bright with excitement that turned him on so much. He took your hand and kissed it instead. "Almost there sunshine. Just a few more minutes." he said as he kept smothering your hand with kisses.

As you drove closer, you saw the outline of a cozy wooden cabin appear in the distance. It was surrounded by towering trees and looked like something out of a postcard. "Oh, Henry, it's beautiful, is this where we're gonna stay?!," you gasped.

He chuckled and pulled you out of the car bridal style and then set you on the ground. "Glad you like it, my love. This was my family's cabin. When I was a kid, I spent every summer here, fishing in the lake, hunting and hiking in the woods." he said and you just looked at the place in pure amazement. He took you inside you were just taken aback with the whole ambience. The warm, earthy scent of wood hits your nose. The interior was cozy and rustic and tasteful, and you can see his family pictures adorning the wall. There was a huge fireplace in the living room and there was also a huge library next to it. Henry's family were all bookwarms and this clearly explained it. "Baby this is beautifull. Thank you so much for bringing me here." you say as you wrapped your arms around him and leaned in to kiss him.

Later, as you two freshen up, he takes you out to tour around the area. You listen intently as he shared stories of his childhood, feeling like you were getting to know a new side of him. "You know, dad loved fishing here. We would all compete to catch the biggest fish and later we would all cook it for mum." he says reminiscing his old family days. "We would also do these swimming and hunting competitions. One time we pranked Charlie and pushed him off of the dock." he said laughing and all you could do was adore this man as you laughed with him.

After a while of exploring around the woods Henry sets up a warm jacuzzi bath for you, filling it with fragrant lavender bubbles. The jacuzzi was outside the cabin, facing the beautiful scenery and all you could do was admire. He gently helps you out of your sundress and you bite your lip as the cold air caresses your skin. He poured you two some rustic red wine as you sink into the water, feeling the tension in your muscles melt away. He soon joined you in as you felt the warm water massage you while you lay with him, your back pressing to his front as he had his arms wrapped around you. You can feel him kiss your shoulder and head and you couldn't have asked for more. This was it. This is what you've dreamed about and now you have it. The peace and serenity in the landscape was laced with his love, making it a pure fairytale.

"You know my love, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met," Henry says, as he gazes into your eyes breaking your train of thought. You feel yourself blushing as you hide your face in his shoulder, "Stop it...." you say shyly. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel this shy. "It's true (y/n)." he said as he gently lifted your chin so you could look him back in the eye. "I love the way your hair falls on your shoulders, and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about. You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I feel so lucky to have you in my life." You feel your heart swell with emotion, and you lean in to give him a kiss. It is a soft, gentle kiss, filled with love and affection.

After a while, you two get out of the jacuzzi and get dressed. Although Henry throws a huge banter explaining you a million reasons you should just ditch the clothes and stay naked. You chuckle as he pouts when you put on one of his shirts on, but gets over it quickly when you flash him your bare body underneath. You then try to help him cook dinner but he lifts you up and puts you on the couch and hands you a book. "Tut tut tut, you are staying here while I cook. Let the experts handle it." he said as you raise an eyebrow at him and he chuckles. "You know I cook better than you." he says simply shrugging and giving you one last kiss before he jogs back to the kitchen. After a while, he called you out, and you couldn't help but admire Henry's attention to detail. He had set the table with a vase of wildflowers and lit candles, making the cabin feel like a romantic restaurant. "Baby! This is beautifull!" you say excited as you hug him giving him another kiss. "Not as beautiful as you." he says holding you close and pecking your lips. "I love you so much" you say between kisses. "I love you more" he adds and then you both sit for dinner. It was indeed one perfect meal. If it wasn't for his successful acting career, he could have been an excellent chef.

"You know, I will have to leave next week for shoot again. So I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can." he says almost a little sad that he won't be seeing you for a while. You feel your heart drop at the thought of him leaving but you fix yourself, trying to enjoy the moments you have together. "Don't worry. I won't forget you." you joke a little to lighten him up and stroke his hand as you two eat. "I will come visit you. I promise and you won't be gone for long. It'll all be okay. I have you here with me now and I want you to enjoy it. We can worry about you missing me later." You laugh as he laughs too shaking his head. He loved it. He loved how you always made things better. Even if it was for the worse, you always somehow helped him through it easily.

"Babe, let's go for a swim?" He said as you two were taking a walk after dinner beside the lake. "Now?" you ask him almost surprised and sensing the mischief in his voice. He just nodded and literally tore his shirt off of your body, discarding his own clothes too, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. It all happened too fast for you to process and protest. "Henry!" you almost screamed as he laughed and jumped in the lake with you. You felt the cold water as you scream a little again and he pulls down holding you to his chest. "You're a kid. You know that?" you said, trying to sound annoyed but he leans in and kisses your lips. "But you still love me" he said as you two enjoyed swiming for a bit. You felt him pull you in by your waist as you two see the stars in the sky. He gently starts to kiss your neck and shoulders. Fuck. He starts to suck a warm hickey against your cold skin and you moan a little. His hands travel around your body, cupping and massaging your breasts. You had lost yourself completely in him but soon you felt heavy rain pouring out of nowhere. "Fuck!" Henry growled as you can see the disappointment in his voice. You chuckle as you try to kiss him again but you shriek with the chilling air hitting your body. Within no time, your body starts to shiver and Henry picks you up taking you back inside, without wasting a minute.

"Shhh baby. Relax. I'll get the towels." he said giving you a kiss as you stood dripping wet and shivering. He came back quickly with a towel now already secured around his waist, as he leans in and starts to dry you up. You smile a little as he then carries you to the fireplace. "Mm come here honey." he says as he pulls you on the couch and cuddles you. You feel the warmth of his body and that of the fireplace, relax your body. "Thank you so much." You say as you lean in to kiss him softly. Both your naked bodies intertwine together. He gives you a deep passionate kiss, and slowly enters you. You both make love on the couch and you fall asleep holding him. He later carries you to bed gently tucking you in with him.

As the night goes on, the thunderstorm grows louder and more intense. You feel yourself getting anxious and scared, and you can't help but subconsciously cuddle closer to Henry. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminates the room, followed by a loud clap of thunder. You jump, and your heart starts racing. You can feel your palms getting sweaty, and you start to breathe faster.

"Baby, are you okay?" Henry says huskily as he sits up and pulls you in his lap, stroking your hair. "Shhh baby, it's okay. It's just a storm. You're safe here with me." But you can't shake the fear. Another bolt of lightning flashes, and you can't help but whimper in his chest.

"Shh, it's okay," Henry says, as he pulls you into his arms. "I'm here with you. You don't have to be scared." He starts to rock you gently back and forth, humming a soft tune. Slowly, your heart rate starts to slow down, and your breathing becomes more steady. "You're doing great, princess," he whispers. "Just breathe with me." You try to focus on his words and his touch, and you start to feel more at ease. The storm is still raging outside, but you feel like you can handle it now that he's with you.

After a while, he tucks you back into bed, pulling the covers up around you. "Are you feeling better?" he asks, as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. You nod, feeling more relaxed than you have in a while. "Thank you for being here with me," you say, as you reach out to take his hand. "Always, my darling," he says, with a smile. "I'll always be here for you." As you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, you feel grateful to have someone like Henry in your life, someone who will always be there to hold your hand and calm your fears. This man made you happy and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

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A/N: Please send in requests for both smut and fluff for Henry Cavill and Chris Evans. My asks are open!

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Giving Henry Cavill a boudoir book for when he has his long travels away from Reader and they can’t go with him🫶🏻❤️😘

More Than a Love Letter (Part 1)

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: Henry is away shooting and has been super stressed lately, so you come up with the perfect plan to surprise him

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of depression, angst, body dismorphia, sly smut, and masterbation

Minors DNI

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It was almost nine in the night, as you sat on the couch in your living room, eagerly awaiting Henry's call. He had been away for months shooting his new film, "The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare," and you missed him dearly. This was the hardest part of your relationship. Being away from him while he's at work. Obviously, you can join him, but you've been working too, plus being with him on his shoots in the past, hasn't been the best decision made by you two. He's committed to his work, and you're to yours, and it always is hard to balance it, especially after you started working full-time. Although you did often visit him, but with this particular movie, the director is very particular about having family while working, which is adding more to both of your stress. Finally, the call came through, and you excitedly answered, and got greeted by Henry's handsome face on the screen.

"Hey there, love," Henry said with a tired smile. "Long day on set, but it's good to see your face." You couldn't help but notice the exhaustion in his eyes and the weariness in his voice. You knew he had been through a lot lately, with the scandal of losing his role as Superman and the disappointment of dropping out of his beloved "The Witcher" series. Your heart ached for him.

Henry slumped back in his armchair, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I gotta tell you, this Ministry role is kicking my arse. I don't even recognize myself with all this extra weight and facial hair. I look like my grandpa!" He let out a frustrated sigh. You couldn't help but chuckle, finding his rant endearing. "Baby, come on, you always look amazing, no matter what," you reassured him. Although you knew he suffered through body dismorphia, and this was the last thing he imagined doing, but agreed anyway to give a tribute to his grandfather and aunts and uncles who'd served in the war. "The weight and the facial hair can be managed, and you'll rock that role like the true talent that you are. Plus we discussed this, it is an opportunity to show your diversity as an actor, plus this is your family lineage, it will mean a lot to them too." You add all the good reasons to keep him going, and you see him relax a little. It was working.

Henry's expression softens as he looked at you, his tired eyes lighting up. "Thanks, love. I needed to hear that. It's been tough, you know? Losing those two big roles back-to-back, it's been a blow to my confidence."

"I know hon" you said softly, reaching out to touch the screen as if you could physically comfort him. "But you're so much more than your roles. You're an incredible actor, and your talent shines through no matter what you do. Plus your fans love you dearly too. Don't let these setbacks define you, you never do."

Henry's gaze locks with yours, and you could see the gratitude in his eyes. "You're right, as always," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. "I'm lucky to have you in my corner, princess. I don't know what I'd do without your unwavering love and support." He adds and you couldn't help but blush, feeling a surge of love for Henry. "I'll always be here for you, Henry. No matter what happens, I believe in you. You've got this."

Henry leaned in closer to the camera, his intense blue eyes piercing through the screen. "Thank you baby," he whispered. "Your belief in me gives me strength. I promise I'll make you proud."

The sincerity in his words touched your heart, and tears welled up in your eyes. "You already do, Henry," you said softly. "I'm so proud of you, and I know you'll overcome any challenge that comes your way." Henry's tired expression relaxes, and he reaches out to touch the screen as if he could touch you. "I miss you, baby girl," he said with a strong longing in his voice.

"I miss you too my love" you replied, your voice choked with emotion. "But just a few more weeks, and you'll be home." Henry nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Yeah, just a few more weeks," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'll make the most of it and give this Ministry role everything I've got."

"I know you will," you said with a proud smile. "And remember, we're all waiting for you to work open arms if you want to just come back. You don't have to do it at the cost of yourself." He nods and then smiles, as he leans in to blow you a kiss through the screen. "Thank you, love. I needed this pep talk. You always know how to lift my spirits." You smiled back and kiss his the screen. "Always and forever!." you winked as he chuckled hearing you quote Klaus from TVD.

You both ended up talking about your day, and you cheered him up by telling him some of the funniest highlights of your day, only to see Henry slowly drift to sleep listening to your voice. You smiled and disconnected, sleeping off yourself as well.

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Next day you sat in your cozy bed, your mind was consumed with worry for Henry. You had noticed how he hadn't been himself lately, and it hurt you deeply to see him struggling. His recent setbacks with losing out on the Superman role and leaving The Witcher had taken a toll on him, and you wanted to do something to support him. However, you were well aware of his commitment to his work and his dislike for any interference while he was on set. Visiting him was not an option, as it had caused stress in the past when he couldn't spare time for you amidst his busy schedule. He just ended up feeling so much more guilty knowing you're five minutes from him, and he still has to wait ages before getting with you. He was already stressed, and going to see him would just add more to it. So you racked your brain, trying to come up with a way to show him your love and support without causing any disruptions.

Then it hit you. Henry had mentioned how women used to send boudoirs to their husbands during war as a way to remember them, and he had even jokingly suggested that you should create one for him. At the time, you brushed it off as a playful comment, but now the idea seemed to hold more weight. You realized that putting together a care package for him, including some sentimental items, and the boudoir might just be the perfect way to show him how much you cared without intruding on his work. It was an old-school gesture, something that you and Henry had always cherished, and you hoped it would bring him comfort during this challenging time.

You began to gather ideas for what to include in the care package. First and foremost, you knew you wanted to include some heartfelt notes from his family. Henry was very close to his family, and their words of encouragement and love would mean the world to him. Especially from his mum, who is his biggest cheerleader. You also decided to write him a personal letter, pouring out your feelings and expressing your unwavering support. Letters were your thing. It was this way the two of you connected. It has so much more weight and love than a text for the two of you. You knew that words had a special impact on him, and you wanted to remind him of how much he meant to you and how proud you were of him. Something he can read every time he's close to give up.

As you continued to brainstorm, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of including some naughty stuff in the care package. Henry had always appreciated your playful and adventurous side, and you knew it would bring a smile to his face amidst the stress of work. You blushed slightly as you considered what items to include, knowing that Henry was a wild bore when it came to it. So there you were ordering a fleshlight and lube for him. Obviously it wouldn't ever be close to how he feels being in you, but it definitely would help to some extent.

Next you decides to go through some of your intimate pictures with him, which definately did the magic making you wet, as you started to finger yourself thinking about him. Soon you came hard and smirked as you collected the moisture on your panties, which now smelled like you. This is probably the best thing you're gonna be adding in the package for him. He loves the smell of you and smelling your arousal always turned him on.

Thinking about Henry's other favorite things, you decided to include some of his go-to snacks, like his favorite protein bars. You knew how much he loved his workouts and fitness routine, and you wanted to make sure he had some of his favorite fuel to keep him going on set. You also considered including the candle you both usually use while making love, and a small bottle of the perfume you use. As you continued to plan the care package, you couldn't help but get excited about the idea of creating a boudoir for Henry. You knew it would be cheesy, but it felt like the perfect gesture given his role in The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, a movie based on the World War era. You thought about taking some tasteful and intimate photos of yourself, maybe even including some of your favorite memories together, to remind him of the love and intimacy you shared. It felt like a vulnerable and personal gesture, but you knew that it would bring a smile to his face and make him feel cherished.

As you finalized your plans for the care package, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and hope. You hoped that this gesture would show Henry how much you cared for him, even from a distance, and that it would bring some comfort and joy into his life during this challenging time. You knew that he was a man of simple pleasures and heartfelt gestures, and this might just do the trick to uplift his mood.

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Part 2

A/N: Working on all the requests this week!

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⭐️NYC⭐️

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, vaginal sex, raw sex (wrap it people!)

age gap: y/n‘s 22, Henry is 38 (wrote this before his birthday)

Y/n's POV:

„Hey god it's nice to see you again!"

Henry embraced you in a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It's been almost two years ever since you two had worked on The Witcher together and now you met your ex colleague again.

When you heard he'd be in New York for a photo shoot you had invited him to your place to catch up.

Yes he was many years older than you but back then you two had had such amazing chemistry, you simply wanted to have a sophisticated conversation again. And now that you were 22, it seemed like the perfect time to do so.

His intense scent filled up the room when he let go of you. „It's been a while y/n." he smiled and you smiled back, letting him enter.

He took off his coat and scarf and hung it over the wardrobe. „Come on in, do you want a drink?"

You walked towards the kitchen and he followed you. „Nice place you live in y/n. I'd take any drink you'll have." You sent him a glimpse and opened your cabinet. „I got red wine, beer and..." you looked through the alcoholic beverages - „Bourbon."

He sat down at the bar stool and looked at you fumbling around with the bottles. „I'll take a bourbon if you don't mind."

-„No of course not, i don't drink it, im glad someone does."

You poured him a glass and grabbed the red wine for yourself.

„So what have you been up to?" You stood on the other side of the counter and took a sip of your wine.

„You know, working on some projects. Surviving."

He was ever so charming. „Yeah I heard you were working on your own project, what was it like?"

Henrys eyes lit up when you referred to his newest movie.

„It's been amazing. We had a lot of fun, filmed in Perth and in London. I got to meet a lot of wonderful people."

You couldn't help but smile and eventually made your way around the counter and sat beside him. His short hair and the dark sweatshirt he was wearing really suited him. His muscles looking as delicious as ever.

„What about you y/n. You've been all over the news and ive seen your face on every second movie poster. Going good for you huh?"

You tried to be shallow but he knew you were doing well.

„It's been crazy lately. But i love it, it's a lot of fun. Plus it allows me to afford a place in New York, ive always wanted to live here."

Henry turned to you and just looked at you for a while until he spoke:"You've changed quite a bit. You look older." The black tight pants paired with the black v-neck top and cardigan mightve made you look like a 50 year old woman at that point.

You scoffed jokingly and replied:"Well thanks, you don't look too young yourself Mr Cavill."

He laughed out loud. „You know what i meant. Didn't mean to offend you. But wow is that a wrinkle on your forehead?"

You hit his shoulder playfully and got up from your chair to eventually sit down on the couch.

He did the same and placed one leg on top of the other.

„The view is beautiful."

He spoke with his thick british accent and pointed out the window.

„Yeah im so glad i got the place. I was up against this rich widow with the tiniest dog ive ever seen. She even offered them more money but the landlord gave me the place because he was a fan."

Henry smiled brightly. „See, being an actress with a busy schedule does pay off."

You nodded at him, smiling. „It does, and it's fun so I can't complain. I mean i got to work with you and all those amazing people, that was probably the coolest project ive ever filmed."

-„Yeah and you got to make out with Joey."

You laughed loudly. „Yeah and that too. That was the best part."

He grinned at you. „I bet."

You two continued talking and drinking until it eventually got darker and colder by the minute. „I'll light the fire." you announced once it got too cold for you and you walked over to your fireplace to light a flame.

By the time the fire was burning brightly, that was the only light source in your living room.

Henry had gotten more and more comfortable around you, perhaps due to the alcohol. But by now he was telling you the most private things you hadn't though of him ever doing or having.

It was nice having such a conversation every once in a while.

The new york lights looked beautiful from your apartment and you genuinely felt like going outside.

It was almost December, it was cold and eery but thats just how you liked it. You were so excited for Christmas it was killing you to wait another month.

„What are you thinking about?" Henry asked after you hadn't spoken and only stared out the window for a while.

„Uh nothing. I just like this time of year. I love cold weather when you get to cuddle up inside, wear scarves and hats and drink coffee while staring at the Christmas tree by Rockefeller center."

Henry got up and put down his empty glass on the counter.

„Alright lets go do that." He spoke and handed you your coat when you had walked behind him to the front door.

„Where are we going?"

Henry put on his coat himself and spoke:"I'm buying you coffee and you show me that marvelous Christmas tree."

As if he'd read your mind, you put your shoes and coat on and grabbed a scarf on the way out.

„Im too drunk to walk around the city right now."

you laughed and Henry closed your front door once you were in the hallway.

„Don't worry, I got you."

He grabbed your arm and helped you walk towards the elevator.

He was so tall and so damn broad, it was the easiest thing for him to hold you so you wouldn't fall.

You made your way around the block to your favorite coffee shop. Henry held your arm the entire way there, to 1. prevent you from stumbling and 2. since there were a lot of people on the streets.

„Regular coffee, bit of sugar and almond milk, no

cream?" He whispered into your ear when you were waiting in line at the coffee shop.

He remembered your coffee order.

„You're incredible." you laughed and he winked at you. Then, Henry ordered two coffees to go and you two kept on walking around to the subway.

„Do you really wanna see the tree or was that just an excuse to get outside and to get me sober?"

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. „Maybe yeah, maybe it was an excuse to get your drunk arse out before you passed out on the floor."

-„Hey! Im not that drunk, not my fault my body can't handle one small glass of wine."

He softly patted your shoulder. „Im joking, I want to see the tree. But the fresh air will be good for you."

On the subway you handed him one air pod and you two sat next to each other in silence while your favorite song was playing on the headphones. Since the seats on the subway were so small, your thighs were touching and his arm was around you. It felt kind of nice, it's been a while for you to have been touched by a man. Even if it was so innocent.

You sent him a smile and saw how he looked at you. It was probably all in your head but something in his eyes looked somewhat passionate? Maybe it was the alcohol running through his veins.

„Lets grab a snack afterwards." you spoke to break the awkward silence. He agreed and if you weren't totally crazy he scooted closer. He then told you a joke which made you laugh out loud you had to cover your mouth to not disturb everyone on the subway. He laughed with you and placed his hand on your thigh. Normally you would've told any guy to not touch you but again - you were lowkey desperate and this British man was just as hot as he was charming.

You eventually grabbed the opportunity and placed your hand on top of his. He immediately reacted and intertwined your fingers, which surprised you. You expected him to give you a confused look and pull away but his big hand was warm and him holding you tightly felt better than anything right now.

Once you got off the subway you two walked straight to Rockefeller Center to look at this years tree. Henry was still holding your hand, warming you inside and out. Occasionally he smiled at you while walking but you two didn't talk too much, only listened to music and enjoyed each others company.

On the way, a fan recognized Henry and you took a picture of the two. She was very sweet and probably hadn't seen you two holding hands cause it was too dark out.

You laughed about it and went around the corner just to be met by the glorious, bright christmas tree.

Your eyes lit up and you got all excited to get closer. By basically pulling Henry with you you made your way through the crowd of people and stared up at the tree. Henry did the same and gave your hand a squeeze.

„It's even prettier than last year!" you exclaimed and smiled to yourself. „It's beautiful." you heard Henry say next to you and he whipped out his phone to take a picture.

„Let me take a picture of you." he smiled but you immediately covered your face when he pointed his phone at you. „No!"

-„Oh come on, I need to remember this night."

You eventually gave in when he wouldn't stop and he snapped a quick picture of you. „You're

gorgeous" he spoke and stared at the photo.

„My turn. Pose for me pretty boy."

He laughed and you took a selfie of the two of you. He then grabbed the phone from you and wrapped his arms around you. He took a selfie of the two of you and looked at the photo. „you're beautiful." he repeated and sent you a smile. „Stop being smooth Cavill."

He grabbed your hand once again and pulled you away from the crowd. To take another picture of the whole tree, you thought. But no, he stopped about 50 feet away from the people, by a closed shop and without a warning, grabbed you by the waist and placed his lips on top of yours. It felt better than you'd imagined. It was a hard yet passionate kiss.

His scruff tickled your skin and eventually made you smile against his lips.

He smiled back and kissed you once again.

„What was that for?"

You chuckled and looked at him. But he only pointed above your heads. A fucking mistletoe. He'd better be kidding.

„You dick." He laughed loudly and replied:"Our kiss on the show was cancelled , I had to make up for it. And you know the tradition."

You slapped his chest and walked off smiling to yourself. You didn't care if he kissed you for the sake of Christmas or not, it had felt good and thats all you cared about.

Of course he caught up with you eventually and you two decided to grab a sandwich and head back to yours.

You ended up only eating half a sub but Henry obviously ate the whole thing.

„So any plans for tomorrow?"

You shook your head. „Nope. Just another boring day at my apartment."

Henry nodded understandingly and at some point asked:"How long has it been for you?"

-„Sorry?"

He chuckled. „Since you've had a boyfriend."

You looked at him. „About 2 years. We broke up right after season 1 wrapped actually."

-„Why did you break up?"

-„He didn't wanna be my boyfriend anymore."

You had sounded sadder than you wanted.

Henry a deep breath.

„Idiot."

You bit your lip to stop smiling so badly. „A woman like you deserves a love that always feels like Christmas."

That was the point for you to absolutely lose it and you knew exactly what you wanted from him.

The second the door to your apartment closed you ripped off your coat and shoes and looked up at Henry without saying a word.

„How long has it been for you?"

-„Sorry what now?" he asked confused.

„Since you've had sex." you stated and he chuckled in confusion.

„I don't think thats a topic we should be discussing."

He walked to the kitchen and stood by the counter.

„Why? Are you embarrassed to tell me?"

You skillfully hopped onto the counter in front of him and looked at him.

„You're mad." Henry laughed at you but seemed to not be able to take his eyes off you.

„Come on, tell me. Can't be that bad."

He came closer, practically forcing you to open your legs so he could stand in between.

The tension between your two bodies was too much for you, the way he grabbed your thighs and stared into your soul made you more than wet.

„Ask me that tomorrow okay? It won't be long ago by then."

You swallowed. God he was hot.

His hands grabbed your thighs tighter and you looked down at your lap.

He made you sweat.

„So? Cat got your tongue?"

You could swear his voice just got even deeper.

„Fuck you." you spoke and tried to laugh off your nervousness. „You will, if you let go."

Before you could say anything else, you pulled him closer again and pressed your lips to his.

He understood the assignment, grabbed around your legs and picked you up from the counter.

„Here or your bedroom?"

-„Bedroom." you breathed out inbetween kisses and he nodded.

Henry carried you to your bedroom and lied both of you down on your bed. He kept on kissing you roughly while he slowly took off your cardigan, followed by the tight top you were wearing underneath. Somehow you managed to straddle his lap and pushed him down on his back.

„Oh boy." he groaned when he saw you only in your bra. Thank god all your other bras were dirty and you had to wear the black lace bra that made your boobs look amazing. It was hella uncomfortable tho so you were glad you had a reason to take it off now.

Skillfully he opened the bra, threw it somewhere and grabbed your boobs with both his massive hands. They fit almost perfectly in his hands as he sat up to kiss your neck.

You bit your lip and threw your head back to allow him better access.

Henry then got sick of you being on top and he threw you onto your back, settling between your legs. But then he took off his sweater and exposed his chiseled chest to you. God he truly was a king.

His abs were just as hard as his massive dick that he just wanted to free.

Henrys POV:

The way she was looking at me, all hungry, ready for my dick just made me want to fuck her so bad.

In a swift motion I ripped off her black pants and panties and opened her legs. Her pussy was so wet, just glistening at me in the dim light that came from the living room.

„God you're so wet." I couldn't help but moan. She was gorgeous, and naked in front of me. Ready for me to fuck her up.

So I followed her commands, took off my pants and held my massive cock in my hand, showing her what was yet to come.

She was staring at it while she licked her lips all hungry. I was wondering if she wanted to suck me off or if she wanted me to fuck her like a real man.

I bet she had never had such a good cock.

After earning a nod from her, I slowly pushed my tip into her dripping core. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back off the bed. I grinned to myself and buried myself in her hot wet pussy.

She looked too fucking hot right now, I had to show her how good I could make her feel.

„You want more baby?" She moaned loudly. Slowly I started moving my dick in and out of her cunt, earning more and more whimpers from her.

So i started to speed up, she felt too good to stop.

This pussy was mine and I was going to show her that.

The faster I got, the louder her moans got.

At some point I was mercilessly slamming my big cock into her and she was screaming my name.

„Scream for daddy." She got louder. Okay, she loved that kind of talk. „Louder baby. Show me who you belong to."

I fucked her rough and thoroughly and she loved every second of it.

„Good girl, take my cock."

I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful features, her mouth wide open moaning for me, her eyes rolling back constantly and those beautiful boobs moving as I fucked her.

She then bit her hand but I couldn't let that happen, needed to hear her moans to cum.

So I placed my hand around her neck and spoke:"Let it all out baby, wanna hear you."

Y/n's POV:

His veiny big hand around your neck got you closer to the edge. And how he kept calling himself daddy and praised you, you had to scream his name.

His cock was so fucking huge, you could almost feel it in your belly. He filled up your pussy so damn well, and all raw and hot you just wanted to cum forever.

„Harder!" you moaned and looked at him. He was all sweaty and ripped, trying so hard to make both of you cum. „Turn around baby. On all fours."

He pulled out and you followed his commands.

On all fours you wanted for him to fuck you until you cried.

From this angle his cock felt even bigger. You could feel his abs against your back as he pulled you up on your neck to fuck your dripping core even harder.

„More Henry, more please." you groaned and tried not to cum right away.

„Fuck I can't." he moaned loudly, followed by deep grunts that rumbled through his chest.

„So tight." he mumbled and grabbed your tits from the back. „Come on baby, cum for me. Im gonna."

You closed your eyes and fully concentrated on the feeling, and eventually your orgasm ripped through you and Henry came almost simultaneously. He let out the hottest, deepest moan you'd ever heard and held onto you so tightly you would have marks on your hips tomorrow.

„Fuck!" he grunted and pulled out.

„Oh fucking hell."

He stared down at your pussy while you lied on your back, trying to catch your breath.

His cum was dripping out of you. For him it was the hottest sight ever, seeing you filled with his hot cum.

Totally fucked and tired you made your way to the bathroom to go pee and clean yourself up.

Henry had stayed in your bedroom, cock still hard, tired and still slightly drunk.

„You alright?" He asked when you came out of the bathroom and started to put on some clothes.

„Yeah. Im good." you smiled and lied down next to him.

„Thank you." you spoke quietly and he chuckled.

„No need to thank me sweetheart. My pleasure. Quite literally."

You laughed as well and cuddled up against his chest. „Fuck that was..."

-„Intense" you finished his sentence and slapped his chest softly.

„Yeah. But as much as I enjoyed this, I should go back to my hotel. Ive been here far too long. I have that photo shoot at 8."

You nodded understandingly.

„I really enjoyed tonight y/n, and it was so great to see you again. Give me a call tomorrow and I'll see if I can come by. I'd love to see you again soon. Not having to wait 2 years."

-„Yeah 2 years are intense too."

He nodded and got up to put on his clothes.

„You're gorgeous and I want to do this again alright? See you tomorrow. And tomorrow I won't be holding back."

With a wink he left your bedroom and a few moments later you heard the door fall into the lock.

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