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Shower Fun

Minors Dni

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, dom!henry, unprotected sex (p in v), cussing

The bathroom is covered in steam, the air is thick, and your mirror and shower glass are foggy. Henry is caressing your tongue with his while rubbing your ass gently before giving you a small smack. His cock is upright, begging for attention; you can feel it on your stomach. You start to pump him up and down, slowly torturing him just as he does you. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at you with a darkened glint in his eyes. “On your knees now,” he commanded, and you happily did as told.

He slapped the side of your face with his cock, then your mouth, signaling you to open. “Now suck like a good slut,” grabbing him by the base of his cock and putting him in your mouth, trying to fit all of him in your mouth before pulling back and repeating the action over again. He grabbed a fistful of your wet hair, making you gag on him in a faster motion.

Water ran down your face as you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes burning red as little tears started to form. The roots of your hair are beginning to hurt from his tight hold. “You’ll swallow every ounce of me down that pretty throat of yours”, “Yes, sir,” you replied, complying with him. You kept a hold on his muscular thighs, keeping yourself steady.

Henry grabbed you, picking you up with your thighs close to your face. He entered you roughly; this position allowed him to go deeper. You felt his thick cock stretch out your pussy; he groaned, “Your sweet pussy is so tight” as you squeezed around him.

His pounding on you is relentless, going deeper each time. Your arms were around his neck, holding onto him. You felt his cock hit your G-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You were breathless but a moaning mess all at the same time. "Henry," you couldn’t even finish your words as he picked up his pace, the skin-to-skin sounds becoming louder. You could feel his balls hitting your ass; your thighs starting to shake in his hold told him that you were close to your orgasm.

“You aren’t going to cum until I say you can,” he said seriously. Trying to hold back was hell. Especially with how he was fucking you. His grunts started to become louder, his breathing uneven, his arms becoming shaky. “You’re going to be filled with me, and you’ll like it,” he then shot into you, filling you to the brim. You could feel some of his seed going down your leg. He ran two of his fingers through your folds, mixing both of your juices. Afterward, he brought the fingers to your mouth for you to suck.

You did. Henry grabbed your jaw to open wide, spitting in your mouth for you to swallow. Turning you around against his chest, he rubbed your sensitive clit furiously. He gave you permission for your orgasm, and you were sure the neighbors heard how loud you were when you finally came undone.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Nice and Tight

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 1.6K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.

“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”

Henry looked down at you and winked.

“What do you think, Dove?”

Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.

“Don’t be rude.”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.

“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”

Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.

“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”

Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.

The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.

You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.

They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.

You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.

“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”

He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.

“So lovely with your face like this…”

Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.

“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”

You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.

You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.

Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.

“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”

“Yessssss!”

Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.

“Holyyyyyyy…”

Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed

your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.

You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.

When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.

“You are such a wonder, Dove.”

Remarkable.”

“Ohhhhhh!”

You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.

Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.

“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”

You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.

“Y-y-yes. Please!”

“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.

“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”

Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.

“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”

“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”

You felt like a queen.

“So be it.”

Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.

Chris started going harder and Henry

matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.

Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.

Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.

It was like you were one.

“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”

Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.

Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.

“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”

You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.

“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”

You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.

“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”

Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.

You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.

“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”

Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.

“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”

You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.

“Heavens…Dove...!”

“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”

Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.

You could become addicted.

The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.

You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

Chris’s eyes were glued to you.

“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”

His sky blue eyes were full of awe.

You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.

“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”

This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.

Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.

You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.

“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”

You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.

You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

Oh shit.

“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”

Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.

“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”

You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.

No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

The question was, what were you going to do about it?

What do you think? Is reader more partial to one of these beautiful men or the other? Or is she down for both? 🤔

Let me know!

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Sit

18+

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Warnings: Cocky Chris, (Dom)Chris, (Sub)R, unprotected sex, cock warming, talking down on you, dirty talk, daddy kink, nsfw

Summary: Chris back from a business trip and very frustrated.

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“Hi baby!” You yell running up to Chris, you wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. You give a welcome home kiss, you pull away smiling. He was not.

“Hey” he says putting you back on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” You ask concerned usually he’s all over you when he gets home.

“Nothing” he mumbles grabbing a beer from the fridge. Maybe he just had a rough flight. He walk out the back door to the back yard. You stand in the kitchen unsure what to do. Usually when he’s mad he likes to be alone to work through he’s feelings but he just got back from a 5 day trip he should be all over you. You take a deep breath and put on a tough face. You walk outside.

“Hey” you say louder than you intended. He looks over at you eyebrows raised “uh” you shift uncomfortably “what’s wrong? You’ve been gone for 5 days and then you come hom-“ he cuts you off

“Not right now Y/n” you hesitate to say anything, Chris isn’t scary or abusive in anyway it’s just he’s usually not like this and you don’t want to push him.

“Yes right now” you cross your arms standing your ground. Chris gives you a ‘oh really look’ he moves in his chair so he’s sitting straight up.

“No Y/n not right now” his leg is draped over the chair keeping himself wide open. You bite you lip quickly.

“Why?” You try to keep your mind straight. Chris leans back in his chair and sips his beer. “Why?” You repeat yourself, he still doesn’t answer. He’s ignoring you, he knows how bad that pisses you off. You always tell him it’s one of the worst things he could do. “Are you seriously ignoring me right now?” He just flicks his eyebrow and takes another swig. You scoff and shake your head. You walk back in the house pacing back and forth. What the hell is wrong with him? Ignoring me? He’s been gone for 5 days 5 whole days. You just wanted some love and attention. You walk back outside.

“Why are you ignoring me. I just wanted some attention you’ve been gone for a long time then you come back looking good as ever and you toss me away like garbage.”

“Sit” he says stern not even looking at you.

“What?” You ask confused

“Sit.” He says more stern and hot as ever, he pats his thigh. You feel your knees getting weak and a familiar wetness creeping. You take a second before walking over to his chair. He looks up at you, you put your leg over his and straddle him. He gets inches close to you, you feel his warm breath on your face. Your breathing is shaky. “I said not right now.” Your whole body is confused, you're mad but so turned on you just want him right now. You go to get off him but he grabs your hips hard and forces you to sit on him.

"You just want me to sit here?" You ask, he just looks at you. "And you're going to ignore me?" You ask louder. You try to squirm but he won't let you loose. "Chris really" you sigh, he looks at you and pulls your dress up letting it settle on your hips. You don't say anything you just let him do what he wants. He slowly slides his hand down to your lacy thong just rubbing slow circles on the fabric. You bite your lip trying to hide any moans or demands you want to scream out. He slowly slips your panties to the side. You let out a little whimper, he tapped on your clit making you shiver.

"Unbuckle my belt" He says quietly, you do as he says. You undo his belt and hand it to him. “Good girl” he praises he grabs your arms “ behind your back baby” he says sweetly but there’s a stern dominance in his tone. You put your hands behind your back and he ties his belt around your wrists. “Go ahead grind on me” he puts his arms behind his head. You let out a shaker breath and start grinding on him, the friction of his jeans rubbing against you just right makes you let out a moan. “That’s good” he encourages you, you move a little faster. You can feel your slick getting on his jeans, you know he loves it just as much as you do.

“Are you going to” you pause letting out a little moan “are you going to fuck me daddy?” You ask licking your lips.

“Not yet. You don’t know how to listen.” He shakes his head giving you a disappointed look. You throw your head back with groan, you should’ve listened to him and left him alone but you just had to stand your ground. “Lean back” you do and he brings his hand to your clit rubbing it fast.

“Oh” you moan loudly he sticks a finger in thrusting it at a good pace “please I’m sorry” you try to beg. His other hand open his fly and brings out his hard huge cock. “Fuck” you moan just at the sight of him. He chuckles at you and your desperation. Chris removes his fingers.

“Sit on it” he smirks at you. You waste no time, you hover him and start to slowly sink down, he grabs your hips and slams you down on him. You let out a loud moan and so does he. You try to move but he holds you there. Still.

“It’s okay baby I can move” he laughs at you. Your eyebrows furrow confused

“No honey you’re not moving” he says in a mocking tone. “You’re going to sit here and keep my cock warm since you want to be so needy and not listen to what I say” you groan in frustration “no complaining, no moving, no talking or you won’t cum tonight understand?” He asks you throw your head back “understand!?” He says louder

“Yes daddy” you say defeated. Chris goes on his phone placing bets on a game. You sit there thinking about just moving up and down, he couldn’t resist you. Or maybe he could. You close your eyes trying to control yourself. You think about talking dirty to him, telling him his thick cock filling you up feels so good, and how much you’ve missed him and the way he makes you feel. You open your mouth but don’t say anything like a good girl. Chris moves his hips causing him to move a little deeper. You close your eyes tightly and bite your lip. Fuck this going to be hard. He’s going to tease you the whole time. You open your eyes and look at him. His perfect face, his amazingly good jaw line just asking for kisses, his perfect plumb lips looking the same. His large hands makes you more wet, his chest isn’t bare but his shirt is tight enough to show his muscles. God he was perfect and making you so horny that you just want to move and get fucked. Or at least just lay on him and cuddle, but mostly get fucked.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks smirking putting his phone down. You hesitate on answering not knowing if you should. “I told you no moving and you were just moving”

“I-I didn’t mean to. Promise”

“Don’t do it again. I mean it” he goes back on his phone placing his stupid bets. You patience running thin. He moves again making you whimper very quietly. You pray he didn’t hear you.

After sitting there for about a half hour you lean forward, your body was losing balance since he tied your hands behind your back. You lay on his chest and look up at him.

“Tired baby?” He asks making fun of you. You nod your head. His arms wrap around you and hold you to his chest. “Daddy’s almost done. You’re doing good” he kisses your head. You smile feeling good. He thrusts into you randomly, you let out a moan. “Was that a moan?” You shake your head no quickly “now your lying?” He tsks at you “well that’s what bad girls do” he repositions you, you bite your lip so hard you think you’re drawing blood. He picks you up and walks you inside you keep your mouth shut the entire time. He lays you on the couch. “I said no moving, no talking, no noises.”

“I didn’t mean to” you plead “you moved and you know”

“I really don’t want to punish you, but you broke the rules” he says picking you up standing you in front of him. He sits on the couch spreading his legs so you can get in between them. He unbuttons his pants and slips them off. “Knees” you fall on your knees and get in front of him. He pushes your hair out of your face and guides you down to his cock. You start sucking on the tip slowly.

“No teasing bullshit you’re already in enough trouble” his hand pumps what your mouth can’t reach, you take as much as you can as possible. You lick and suck on him like your life depends on it because right now it feels like it does. You hear Chris’ groans which turns you on even more. He reaches over and unties your hands. You pump him and suck, his hand grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you down on his cock. You choke but stay put not fighting him. You can feel spit falling down your chin, he loves when you look this sloppy, this desperate. He lets you go and take deep breath’s looking at him through your eyelashes.

“You’re doing so good chocking on my cock just how I like” he praises moving hair out of your face once again. He looks at how swollen your lips are, how red your cheeks are, how your chin is covered in spit. “My needy dumb baby” he coos. You go back to bobbing your head back and forth working up the courage to take him all again. You moan just listening to his. You push your head down taking him all again. “God look at you, taking all of me. Just like you should.” You can feel tears rolling down your cheeks but you don’t stop. He yanks on your hair pulling up then pushing you back down. He lets out a loud moan before pulling you back up. You wipe your chin, he stands you up and so does he. He smashes his lips on yours, you kiss back sloppy. Just wanting all of him.

“I need you” you whine. He chuckles and lays you down on the couch. “Please daddy” you beg “please fuck me” he crawls on top of you, his fingers go straight to your clit rubbing it making you squirm. “Please no teasing” he kisses your neck sucking on the spots he knows you like. He moves his lips right to your ear

“I’m supposed to punish you. You were a bad girl. Too needy. Too dumb to stay still for daddy” he whispers you can feel tears in your eyes, you want him so bad.

“Daddy, I’m sorry so sorry. Please I need you” you say meaning and groaning. Chris looks at you studying your face. He kisses your lips sweetly.

“Fine.” He says you feel so relieved you smile.

“Thank you daddy I’ll be good I promise.” He positions himself in front of you and slips the tip in.

“You’re soaking wet for me huh?” You bite your lip and nod waiting for him to go in fully. “How bad do you want me?”

“So bad, I need you. I need you to fuck me so good I can’t remember my name” he smirks at you and thrusts into you. He goes almost all the way out and right back in bottoming out in you, it feels so good you could scream. He keeps hard thrusting into you making your back arch.

“Feel good? Look at you falling apart on my cock.” His eyes never leave yours “taking my cock so well.” He says through his teeth. You close your eyes tight letting out loud moans. You feel your body heating up, you know you’re not gonna last long. It’s all because of the waiting.

“Close already?” He teases “my dumb baby so pathetic can’t even last a minute when I have my cock buried in her” you moan even more listening to his words.

“Daddy I-“ you try to say but can’t “I”

“Go ahead cum all over my cock” you do as said and cum hard your legs start shaking, your eyes roll in the back of your head you see stars. You scream his name loudly. When you come down from your high you realize Chris never slowed down for a second. He’s still pounding you, your legs keep shaking and your body keeps squirming. Chris rubs your clit making you squirm more.

“Chris please” you beg not even sure what your begging for. It’s a lot of pleasure you don’t know how to react. Chris pins you down with his body trying to keep you still. “Oh my god!” You moan out

“Fuck” he groans. He stops everything and pulls out. He stands up and lifts you up throwing you over his shoulder taking you up stairs. You lay there lifeless enjoying the break. He throws you on the bed and you get into position, hands and knees. He comes behind you, he brings his hand down slapping your ass then rubbing it. He slaps you again making you jump and whimper. He lines himself and slips in you. He holds onto your hips and pounds into you over and over again. You bite the sheet trying to muffle your moans it’s not working though. He pulls your hair bending your head back.

“I love fucking this pussy. You fit me so well.” He groans, you can’t form words or even speak. You feel another tightness coming on. Chris leans on you whispering dirty things in your ear. Saying how much you’re made for him, how you’re just his dumb little baby, how your pussy was made for him, how dumb you are that you can’t even make words. Chuckling at you making fun of you and you love every word and every second.

“I” you start to say but can’t finish. Your brain won’t work, your drooling, your legs are shaking, you’re face down in the bed barely able to keep your body up. He’s holding your hips up. You moan loudly your legs shaking, your vision goes black, you can’t hear anything. You are in complete and total pleasure, you’re pretty sure your screaming bug you can’t tell.

“Good girl” he says kissing your back. Chris thrusts a few more times before getting sloppy. “You want me to fill you up? Fill this pussy up?” You nod your head yes. “Say it”

You try to gather yourself enough to say something but only moans and whimpers come out. He slaps your ass a few times.

“Please daddy” you say breathless “cum in me” you groan. He kisses your back again, his thrusts even more sloppy, his moans and groans still getting to you. He pulls out and flips you over, he sets your legs on top of his shoulders and slams into you again.

“I want to look at you when I cum” he explains. You throw your head back enjoying the new position. “Look at me” he says to you tapping your face. You look him in the eyes biting your lip.

“Cum daddy, make me feel full” he kisses your neck biting on it.

“Fuck” he groans “you feel so good around me” he nibbles at your ear. He at you and kisses you softly. You can feel yourself filling with warm cum. You sigh at the feeling.

“I love you” you whisper. Chris pulls out and flops on the bed next to you. “I love you too” he says catching his breath. You move over laying on his chest.

“I missed you” you say breathlessly

“I know I could tell” he chuckles pulling you closer.

“I’m serious” you laugh. “And you were mean” you pout at him.

“I know I’m sorry” he sighs

“What was the problem?”

“Honestly?” He looks at you “I missed you the whole time and had a terrible trip all I wanted when I came through the door and saw you in that dress was pound the fuck out of you” you look at him confused “I just pretended to be mad”

“Chris” you say hitting his chest laughing “you could’ve just had sex with me”

“I wanted it to be fun” he wiggles his eyebrows. You shake your head and give him a kiss. “Alright I’ll get up and get you cleaned up. Tomorrow it’s stay in bed all day and do whatever daddy says day” he winks at you. You smile and nod agreeing.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Moon Crazed *Mature*

Summary: Henry seems especially crazed on his birthday, and you don't understand why, until you check the calendar again.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: M - Fluff, Angst, Banter, Pet Names, Language, Gray Hair Appreciation, Cuddles, Supportive Spouse SMUT - Birthday Sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it!), Possible Voyeurism, Sneak Attacks, Doggy Style, Hickeys, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Super light Anal, Rutting, Hinted Breeding Kink, Light Spanking, Body Fluids, Biting

Inspiration: Henry's 40th Birthday being on a literal Full Moon!

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You hummed softly, standing at the refrigerator as you filled your water bottle with ice from the dispenser. Unaware of the predator stalking up behind you. Until strong hands grabbed a hold of your hips, causing you to let out a startled scream and drop your bottle, the ice chips rattling in the black plastic as it struck the hardwood floor.

“Henry!” You yelped as he spun you around to face him, but smiled, nonetheless. “What are-” You started, but he captured your lips in a hungry, heated kiss, that had you breathless before you could finish your question.

There were black spots in your eyes, when the kiss finally broke and you were dizzy, only vaguely aware of a coolness from your waist down, then Henry's hands were back on your hips and he was lifting you onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. You hissed, feeling the cold butcher block on your bare skin, Henry having stripped you of your pants and underwear.

“Whoa, Cavill!” You huffed, pressing your knees together and planting your palms to his collarbone. “The fuck has you so crazed?” You asked, seeing how bright, clear and wild his blue eyes were, his pupils blown out from his mounting arousal.

“This.” He purred, his voice rumbling, as his fingers swiped at your exposed folds.

“Oh, holy Jesus!” You gasped, off guard, wiggling on the counter. “Right, Okay.” You panted, softly. “Birthday boy is in a mood.”

“Birthday boy is hungry.” He growled, dropping to his knees and yanking you to the edge of the island, your legs draped over his broad shoulders, while his mouth showed no mercy at attacking your womanhood.

Your hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his curls. “What is it? A full moon!” You cried out, eyes crossing and rolling back, feeling Henry's tongue swirl against your swelling clit. “Hen-Ry.” You moaned, hands slipping from his hair as you fell back across the counter, the muscles of your thighs twitching under his onslaught.

“Such nice red velvet.” He cooed, his breath hot against your wet folds, as he licked your icing off his lips.

“You're crazy.” You wheezed back, your head lulling side to side, while you gazed up at the vaulted ceiling.

Smirking, Henry pressed his lips to your humming pearl, drawing a breathy moan from deep in your throat, with the gentle suckles that only grew with intensity. His tongue flicking out to tease, torture and collect your sweet nectar, but never yet permitting the mounting rapture that balanced on a knife's edge. You tried rolling your hips against his mouth, antsy to feel that sweet relief at the mercy of his skilled mouth. But Henry's hands gripped them, pinning you to the counter with a near bruising strength.

“It's my birthday.” Henry huffed between your thighs, glaring up the length of your heaving body, feeling the throb of his clothed girth at the sight of the mounds of your breasts, nipples hard through the fabric of your shirt. “Behave.” He growled, slipping a hand into your shirt to pinch and tease one of your peaks, while his mouth left a dark purple mark on the inside of your trembling thigh.

You shivered at the contact, whimpering, but laid as still as you could. Henry chuckled, loving the madness he was driving you into. He laid an open mouth kiss to your pearl and took a deep breath, filling his senses with your heady scent, that only seemed to drag him deeper into his own psychosis. You hiccuped at the feel of his teeth nipping at your dripping petals, lifting your head and letting out a shocked huff at Henry, whose eyes only regarded you mischievously, not willing to stop and lift his head.

His tongue finally split you open, licking and snaking down your tunnel, chuckling at the hums and pants you were making at the attention. He removed his hand from your hip, his thumb easily finding your clit and applied just the right amount of pressure as his tongue found your spot.

Starting to hiccup, with surprise at the rushing of the orgasm that hit you, your back curving off the counter, before it caught in your throat, face twisting in ecstasy. “Henry!” You cried out, breaking through the surprise, “Oh god, Hen!” You mewled, falling limp as it wore off.

Henry stood up, a heavenly and satisfied look on his face. “Mmm.” He moaned, smirking at you. “You taste so damn good, baby girl.” He chuckled, wiping at the droplets on his lips and chin, before tugging down his sweatpants.

“Shit!” You cried out, nails clawing at the butcher block underneath you as Henry eased his weeping cock into you. “Warn a girl!” You barked, hooking your shaking legs around his thighs.

“That was your warning, babe.” Henry laughed, gripping one of your hips and planting his other hand on the counter, as leverage.

You looked up at Henry and saw a familiar glint in his blue eyes, but it seemed a bit more than usual. “Christ alive.” You sighed, gripping the wrist he had at your hip.

“You're all strapped in, honey?” He chuckled, rubbing your hip with his thumb.

“I know you, Cavill!” You answered, clenching around him.

Moaning, Henry bit his bottom lip and pushed his hips forward into you with as much strength as he could, rocking you further up the counter. With his pace set, Henry didn't relent, not even when your nails broke the skin of his wrist.

“Filling you up never gets old, babe.” Henry panted, recovering from his climax. “Unlike somethings.”

“The hell does that mean?” You wheezed, gulping thickly.

“Nothing.” He sighed, pulling you up and kissing you sweetly on the lips. “Just rambling. Come take a shower with me?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Of course.” You nodded, sliding off the island and following upstairs to the master bathroom.

Later that afternoon, you stood in the laundry room tossing things from a hamper into the washing machine, when you looked up and saw Henry's reflection in the window that was behind the machine.

“Hey there, handsome.” You cooed at him, leaning into the hamper to grab the last handful of dirty clothes. “Did you have a good workout?” You asked, tossing them in and closing the lid.

“Mmhm.” He replied, resting his shoulder against the door frame to watch you.

“Good.” You smiled, pushing up on your toes to reach the controls and started the machine, just as Henry pushed off the door towards you, trapping you against the vibrating appliance. “What—Oh, this again?” You purred, feeling his hand slip around you and into the band of your leggings and panties. “You are in a randy mood today, Puppy.” You said, in a sultry voice.

“Just today?” He husked back, gently rubbing your still, slightly, sore delicates.

You chuckled softly, unsure how to answer that or if it was rhetorical. “You always make me feel good, Henry.” You moaned, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. “Above other things.” You smirked, kissing the underside of his jaw.

“Mmm.” Henry moaned back at you, working his fingers a little more vigorously against your privates. “What other things?” He asked, pushing your shirt up and cupping one of your breasts in his paw.

“I think you're currently do-doing a goo-good job.” You gulped, pressing your back harder against his chiseled chest.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, pressing his lips to the top of your head, as a finger crooked into your entrance, teasing. “You like when I finger you?”

“Like is an inadequate word.” You whimpered, toes curling against the tiles of the laundry room floor. “Love it. Get off on the mere thought of. Have a yearning for most hours of the day.” You confessed, bracing a hand on the edge of the washer to help keep yourself up.

Henry smiled into your hair and allowed you to give in, feeling your wet warmth wash over his hand. “I love pleasuring you, more than almost everything else.” He cooed, turning you around to cup your face in his sticky hand, kissing you deeply.

“More laundry.” You giggled, after breaking the kiss, taking off your leggings and soiled panties, opening the washer machine to toss them in, yelping as Henry's hand connected to your bum.

“If I had it my way, you'd only be naked at home.” He grinned, biting the corner of his lip at the mere thought of getting to see your naked body at all hours in the privacy of your home.

“Oh, of that I am sure, my love.” You snorted, nodding your head. “And the feeling is mutual.” You added, tugging on the front of his shirt.

“I can fix that.” Henry laughed, blue eyes glittering.

Laying on your bed, arms folded beneath you, exhausted from the events of the day, you were again unaware of Henry coming for you, until you heard the floor creak.

“Christ alive!” You spooked, looking at him, before busting out into a smile, finding he was stark naked. “What has gotten into you, Henry?” You asked, rolling onto your back to look at him. “Twice already today we've had shenanigans throughout the house.” You said, running your eyes along his godly body. “Not counting our regular morning meeting.”

“Is it so hard to believe I can't get enough of you.” Henry asked, cocking a brow in your direction.

“No, not in the slightest, husband.” You purred at him, feeling his waves of need coming off of him, even from the gap between you. “It's just strange. You haven't been this needy in quite a while.”

“I've been on a mission to correct that.” He confessed, closing that gap. “Get undressed.” He ordered you, standing at the edge of the bed.

Smirking at him, you pulled your shirt off over your head, breasts bouncing as you did, much to Henry's delight and increased arousal. But when it came to your shorts, thumbs hooking in the waistband of them and your panties, you pushed them down painfully slow, your eyes dead on Henry's. You watched his throat bob and his fingers flex, as he pulled out every ounce of willpower not to launch forwards and rip the article of clothing off of you, himself.

His willpower finally broke and he snatched your pants off the rest of the way, tossing them carelessly aside, then climbing into bed with you, rolling you back onto your belly.

“Oh, we're just being a ball of fun today!” You giggled, as he used his knees to push your legs apart, one thick arm wrapping around your waist and hoisted your hips and bum up, while rutting his hard cock against the valley of your cheeks, grunting in your ear.

“I'll show you fun.” He growled, biting the side of your neck, while grasping himself at the base.

You let out a breath, feeling his tip run down between your cheeks, making the space slick with glossy droplets. He paused to tease your special hole, causing you to gasp and clench in surprise, a rumble of a chuckle bubbling out of Henry as he carried on, rubbing your pleasantly weeping entrance.

“Do you like it when I play with you?” He rasped, pressing his forehead against your temple, his eyes dark, like a storm over an ocean. “When I fill you up.”

“Hm.” You hummed, pushing back against him, eager and impatient to feel him fill you again. “I love it.” You whispered, breathily. “It makes me feel good, Henry.”

Smirking, Henry slowly eased himself inside of you, wanting to feel every little bit as he did. A shiver ran down both your backs as the last inch of his manhood came to rest in your sensitive canal, flexing and molding around him. With quick snaps of his hips, Henry drove himself into you without giving away any ground.

You moaned, hands twisting up in the duvet beneath you as Henry rocked harder into you. Arching your back more, adjusting him and causing you to let out a sweet, almost deafening, cry. Henry grasped the underside of your jaw, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder and closing his mouth against your throat, timing his sucks and bites with his thrusts.

Leaving behind yet another mark of his passion for you.

“Henry, please.” You moaned, brows creasing. “Touch me.” You gulped, licking your lips.

He moaned against your neck, removing his hand from your face to slip it beneath you, finding your swollen bud, drenched in your combined fluids. Henry was torturous at rubbing clit, but did nothing to rush the pace of his hips. You whined, kicking your feet a little bit and shifting your knees to try and get more leverage, but Henry used his own body to keep you in place.

“You devil.” You sighed at him, yanking your neck away from his mouth.

“Mmhm.” Henry hummed back, not missing a beat, but smirked at you devilishly, before pulling away from you, standing up on his knees to watch himself slide in and out of you. “What a beautiful sight this is.” He purred, rubbing his palm up and down your glistening back, squeezing your neck for a moment.

“Pity you can't see it yourself.”

“Feels amazing as is, big boy.” You answered, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Henry popped you on the ass, applying more pressure to your clit and increased his thrusts, rocking the headboard against the wall. You gripped the duvet for leverage and rocked in tune with him, feeling the hot build of your climax, soft whimpers leaving your parted lips and tears blurring your vision as it finally boiled over, surging around Henry's shaft, the hot pulse intensifying as his own orgasm mounted.

“Henry!” You cried, the sensation of him pumping searing ribbons of his seed into you just as maddening compared to your own.

Pulling out of you, Henry dropped to his side beside you, flushed, sweaty and panting. You rolled onto your side, unfazed by the massive wet spot on the blanket the two of you made, and looked at your husband, smirking. Reaching out for him and gently brushing the damp curls off his forehead, your eyes softening at the sight of the grays you saw in them. Especially at his temple. They drew a smile across your lips.

“What are you smiling about?” Henry asked lazily, cracking an eye at you.

You giggled at him, wiggling in closer. “Just noticing all the new grays you have.” You cooed, resting your head on his bicep and twisting the graying curl around the tip of your index finger, fondly, only to have Henry turn his head out of your grasp.

“Old man.” He huffed, a frustrated crease between his brows.

“Hardly!” You laughed, amused, pressing a kiss on his sternum. “Just because you turned forty today, doesn't make you an old man, Cavill.”

“I damn well feel like one.” Henry growled, fixing his blue eyes on you. “Never this winded after making love to you.”

You sucked your bottom lip in, biting down on it, as you regarded him with understanding and loving eyes. “Is this what everything's been about today?” You finally asked, cupping his bearded cheek. “You sneak attacking me everywhere in the house.” You smirked, your body tingling at just recalling them, but your smile faded seeing the look in his eyes and face.

“Do you think you can't--” You struggled for a moment, a lump in your throat.

“Satisfy you.” He finished for you. “Yes. I've been worried that hitting forty meant that I would lose the ability to keep satisfying you. Seeing the gray hairs in the morning, when I get up to shower, has only increased that anxiety.” He confessed, looking away from you.

“Henry.” You mewled, heartbroken at your husband's words. “You have never lacked there, or anywhere. Today is a fine example of that.” You tried to get him to understand. “We were intimate four times throughout the day, on top of the festivities for your birthday. You have nothing to be concerned about.”

Henry looked back up at you, a look of relief in his cerulean orbs. “You don't think I look silly with them?”

You huffed and clicked your tongue at him, rolling your eyes. “Henry Cavill, I've known and seen you with a great many looks over the last eight years, because of your occupation, and I've never known you to look silly.” You told him, honestly. “Even when you thought you would with the Kingstache.” You giggled, grinning at that memory.

“Lord, that was an identity crisis.” He huffed, shaking his head.

“But,” You looked him squarely in the eyes. “You with gray hair is rather dashing, in my opinion, and I can't wait to see a few more.”

“Oh, that's how it is!” He said, wrapping his arms around you and rolling onto his back, so you straddled his waist. “You like being married to this gray fox!” He laughed, pawing at your butt.

“What is this! A full moon!” You whooped, wiggling out of his grasp to grab your phone and pulled up what phase it was. “Sure as hell!” You laughed, looking over at him. “Your birthday is a full moon!” You smirked, setting your phone back on the nightstand and crawled back into bed with him.

“So, my gray fox is Moon Crazed!”

“Crazed by something.” Henry purred, pulling you in for a kiss.

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Hi!! Could you please do a Henry Cavill x Reader where she goes to surprise him while he’s filming Justice League but she gets the surprise when she sees his big body and hairy chest. Maybe he surprises her with himself in his superman suit ;) smut

hey honey! sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it.

summary - you go to surprise your husband on set and get a surprise yourself.

warning - smut, swearing, creampie, whore, aftercare.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You had dressed in your prettiest sundress, planning on surprising your husband while he was on set. You’ve been face-timing, calling and texting, but you haven’t been able to feel him in so long. You loved that he was passionate about his job and playing Superman, but damn, you were jealous. You made your way over, smiling at the guard and headed to your husband's trailer. You had a big smile on your face as you headed inside before your mouth dropped open, and drool began to build at the sight in front of you. 

Henry turns, having been pulling his Superman costume on before you walked in. Your eyes slowly move down his body, landing on his large hairy chest, and your tongue flicks out, wetting your suddenly dry lips before your eyes move further down, catching the enormous bulge that causes your cunt to throb and slicken. “H–hi, baby… I came to surprise you.” You gulp, eyes slowly moving back up his body and landing on his smirking face.

“I can see that.” He walks over, large hands landing on your hips as he looks down at you. “Don’t you know it’s rude to walk in without knocking, sugar?” You whimper as he pushes his bulge against you, biting your lip and looking up at him with innocent eyes. “My beautiful wife came to surprise me. Aren’t I lucky?” You nod, mind already becoming fuzzy from being in his presence. “I should thank my little wife.” You continue to nod, whimpering when he picks you up and presses you into the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “No knickers, sugar? Were you expecting this?” He groans, swiping his thick fingers against your dripping cunt before quickly freeing his rock-hard member, grunting as he strokes it, feeling it pulse and throb, his swollen tip leaking with pre-cum before he lines it up with your entrance. “Are you ready, baby?” 

“Y–yes, please, Henry!” Your head flies back into the wall, and a loud moan escapes you as he pushes in swiftly, filling your tight cunt with his monstrous cock. “H–Hen, so big… So full.” Your mouth falls open, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pounds roughly into you, pushing you further into the wall and gripping your hips. 

“Yeah, baby. Gone all dumb, huh?” His forehead rests against yours, “You’re so tight. You’ve missed my cock haven’t you, baby? Missed me filling you every night.” Your head moves up and down as you nod, whimpering. Your nails dig into his muscular flesh, whining as he picks up his pace. The sound of skin slapping fills the trailer. His grunts and your moans can be heard across the set. Henry buries his face into your neck, leaving behind marks as he buries himself balls deep inside your cunt. “Feel so good wrapped around me, baby. Do you think you can cum for me?” You nod, connecting your lips with his in a messy kiss. Henry growls and moves back, gripping your chin between his fingers. “Words, whore.”

“Yes! Yes! Please let me cum, Henry!” He changes the angle, pounding into your sweet spot, his other hand moving between the two of you and rubbing your puffy clit. He brings you back into a messy kiss, and your moans become mixed. “So close! Please!” 

“Cum, sugar. Cum so I can fill you up.” Your vision becomes white, walls squeezing tightly around his throbbing member as you cum. Your arousal shoots out of you and coats Henry in your cream. His pace becomes frantic before he feels his balls tighten, and Henry empties thick amounts of cum deep into you. You cling to him, falling limp into his arms and faintly feel him carrying you over to his bed. “Missed you, Hen.” You mumble.

Henry smiles, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours before he grabs a damp cloth and begins to clean you. “I missed you too, sugar.” He grabs his phone, sending a quick text before stripping and crawling beside you, pulling you close to his body. “Missed you so much.” He presses a kiss into your head before the two of you drift off. 

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Hello my pretty little ones, this is where you can find Henry Cavill and all his characters’ related fanfiction, drabbles, imagines and headcanons written by yours truly satan.  

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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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A/N: Please leave a feedback! Do you want this to be a fic?

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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

A/N: Please leave your feedback. What are your thoughts about turning this into a series? You want to see more parts of this? Requests open.

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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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A/N: Please leave feedback. It really helps to see the encouragement. Thanks. <3

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

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!

[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

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Reader surprising Henry Cavill with new jumpers/ hoodies for him to wear just for her to steal them later on since she loves to wear them with his smell/ stretch❤️🫶🏻

What's Yours is Mine

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You got him new clothes but ended up stealing them

Warning: Fluff, spanking, implied smut

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You can't help but feel excited for your girls day out. You enter the bustling mall with Emily, your best friend, who is also on the hunt for some new stuff for her husband. You know that Henry hates shopping and he could definitely use some new loungewear, so now you're on a mission to find him some good stuff. "He hates shopping. That is the one and probably the only thing that annoys me." You said laughing as Emily agreed. "Same. Max's the same." She said as you two swiftly entered a store.

As you head towards the men's section, your eyes light up at the sight of the adorable hoodies, tees, and pajama sets on display. You can't wait to pick out some cozy clothes for Henry to wear at home, and lowkey also for yourself. You loved wearing his clothes, they were so comfy and most of all they smelled like him. It was as if his clothes were a safety blanket around you. Emily's eyes meet yours and she knows exactly what you're thinking. "Let's find some cute stuff for our men!" she exclaims, and you can't help but grin. You both start rifling through the racks, pulling out different items and holding them up to each other for approval.

"Oh, this would look so good on Henry!" you say excitedly as you hold up a soft gray hoodie. Emily nods in agreement and starts to look for a matching pair of sweatpants. You couldn't help but hold the hoodie up on yourself, to see if it'll look cute on you, and well it did.

"Hey, what about this?" Emily interrupts your thoughts, holding up a navy blue pajama set. You nod in approval and add it to the growing pile of clothes in your baskets. God, you would need a lot of arm strength to carry these bags. This is probably a reason why you liked when Henry came along. It saved you a lot of manpower. Before you know it, you've spent hours in the mall, laughing and chatting with Emily as you pick out the perfect items for your significant others, and also a lot of stuff for each other. You can't wait to see the look on Henry's face when he sees all the new stuff you'd picked out, especially the lingerie and some real naughty stuff from the new adult shop next to it.

"Thanks for coming shopping with me, Em. I had so much fun!" you say, as you exit the mall with your purchases, a little sweaty and out of breath by carrying all these bags. You thanked the guard who helped you both out. "Anytime, girl! See you on Saturday." she replies with a smile. You and Henry decided to invite his brothers and wives and some friends over to watch the big game.

As you drive off, you can't wait but be excited to show Henry all the new things you've picked. You were also very excited to see the look on his face when he realizes how much thought and effort you've put into his new wardrobe. His clothes had to be a certain perfect way, which is why he hated to shop.

As you pull up to your house, you see Henry standing outside, leaning against the wall with a big grin on his face. You roll your eyes at him playfully, knowing he's waiting outside to help you with your shopping or probably he was just happy to see you. He chuckles and walks over to the car, helping you out. "Hello my love" he said as he pulled you in a deep kiss. "Mmm hi there baby" you say and look at him playfully. "You don't have to always wait for me outside every time I come back from my shopping spree. You know I can handle it on my own right?" You say as he opens the boot and sees the number of bags and then looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Sure" he said cockily, taking some of the bags from you and placing them on the ground, and you rolled your eyes.

"So.. did you have fun shopping with Emily?" he asks, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you, finally setting your bags aside and taking you in the house. You smile and nod, feeling relieved to be home after a long day of shopping. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun. We got a lot of great stuff, and I even picked up some things for you too," you say, winking at him. He grins even wider at this, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "I knew there was a reason I loved you," he teases, making you roll your eyes again.

You sit down on the couch, and he disappears for a moment before coming back with a glass of water and a plate of snack. You looked at him and couldn't help but smile. "Awe thank you honey. See there's a reason I love you more" you say teasing as he chuckles. Although you were very grateful for his thoughtfulness. After you freshen up, he pulls you in his arms and then helps you out of your clothes, and you slip into one of his T-shirts, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. It's always been one of your favorite things to do after a long day of shopping, changing into something comfortable and relaxing, that is changing into his clothes, and cuddle up to him. As he sits behind you on the bed, you feel him gently massaging your shoulders and ankles, his fingers working their magic and easing away any tension. "Mm I am lucky to have you." You say relaxing with the mouthful of snacks. He chuckles "I know baby, I am the best" he adds. "You are!" You say as you put a small piece of cracker in his mouth. You let out a small sigh of contentment, feeling your body finally start to relax after a long day.

"Mm tell me babay, what all did you do today?" He asked gently kissing your temple while still working his fingers in you. "I got some bags, dresses, some new lingerie sets, a pair sunglasses, and oh I even got a new dress for brunch with your family and friends next week!" You exclaimed, grinning at Henry. "You know how much I love impressing them." Henry chuckled, pulling you into his lap further and beginning to massage your ankles. "I know, baby. And I can't wait to see you in it. But you mentioned something else just now, didn't you?" He asked intently looking at you. You giggled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Oh, just a little something I picked up for myself, especially after you ruined the last few pairs" you teased remembering the wild times, as he just smirked. His eyes lit up with excitement as he smirked more. "For yourself? You know how much I love it when you wear lingerie for me baby. Why don't you get up and try them on for me" he said, kissing your shoulder. Normally, he wouldn't be as enthusiastic about seeing what you got, but when it comes to the naughty stuff, he's always game. You blushed but couldn't help feeling a little thrill of excitement at the thought of modelling the new lingerie for him. "Maybe later," you said, playfully hitting him on the arm as you hide your face in his chest, but then remembers what else you bought.

"But wait, there's more!" you exclaimed like a child, almost clapping your hands together, eager to share your other big purchase with him. "I also shopped for you, babe. I picked out some cute hoodies, tees, sweatshirts and pajama sets for you." You grinned at him proudly. He looked at you more intrigued by your reaction, than the idea of new stuff. "For me? Wow baby thank you, you know how much I hate shopping. You're the best girlfriend ever," he said, pulling you into a swift kiss. He could care less about the clothes you got him, but he lived for the excitement and sense of achievement in your eyes every time you got him something.

You grinned, feeling elated and so proud, seeing him excited. "I know. That's why I had to do it for you. And who knows, maybe next time you'll actually want to learn some shopping tricks and tips from me, and come along?" You teased him as you looked up at him. He chuckled, giving you a soft kiss. "I hate shopping, but maybe I'll attend your masterclass someday, although I don't see that happening soon." He playfully teases back pointing at all the bags you got today.

Finally you both settle in for the evening, cuddled up together on the bed, sipping wine, and watching another murder mystery. You can't help but feel grateful for this wonderful man and the beautiful life you've built together.

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Today is the game day and you have already woken up early, taken a shower and are now working in the kitchen, preparing for the big meal. Henry was being a little lazy, plus he was gonna take out the barbecue later, so you don't have to go all out. All his brothers were huge foodies, and game days like this meant having a lot of food on the table. You are in the middle of cooking some sauce when you hear Henry's voice calling out for you. "I can't hear you Cavill. Come down!" You said as you kept chopping up some strawberries. You turn down the heat. Henry has just gotten out of the shower and was frustratedly standing in his closet in just his towel. He rolled his eyes when you called him downstairs, but obliged anyway. He stood there in the door frame, just in his towel, looking at you humming your favourite song, chopping some strawberries, and wait. His attention went to what you were wearing. He couldn't help but bite his lip and smile seeing you in the same hoodie he was looking for.

"What?" you ask, looking up at him a little awestruck, because of his nakedness, as he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "I couldn't find that new blue hoodie you got me, have you possibly seen it anywhere?" he says, with a teasing voice and looks at you. You look down at yourself and realize that you're wearing the very same hoodie he's talking about. You can't help but laugh at the irony of the situation.

"Well, wear something else." you simply tell him but he is still giving you that cocky look. "What?" you say a little annoyed and not wanting to meet his gaze, he chuckles at you smiling at how you were acting so coy.

"You shop for me, but you end up wearing my clothes?" he says, shaking his head in amusement. "Yes, because what's yours is mine, because you're mine." You say sticking your tongue out at him playfully, knowing that he loves seeing you in his clothes, and was just playing around. He chuckled and made his way to you wrapping his arms around you from behind. He loved how they hung off your frame, how they were big enough to cover your curves. He loved how you never wore anything underneath, which he found incredibly sexy. He loved how the sleeves covered all the way up to your knuckles.

He cocks an eyebrow at you and steps closer, pulling you further into his arms. "You know, with that logic, I would like to take it back because you're mine too? Plus didn't you already buy a dress for today?" he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he chuckles at the look you give him.

You roll your eyes "Yeah, I did. But this is comfy." You pout and then look at him with squinted eyes. "Fine, I will take it off, and be naked in front of your friends and family. I don't mind that." You threaten him playfully motioning to take it off, but he grabs you by the waist and gently spanks you on the butt, making you squeal in surprise. "Tut tut tut, you're a very naughty girl you know that?" He said lifting the hoodie and spanking you one more time, and then leans down and captures your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"I think you need to pay for wearing my clothes without permission" he says, a playful tone in his voice, but you can see his eyes getting dark with lust. You raise an eyebrow, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach at the prospect of what's about to come. "And how do you suggest I do that?" He grins and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and spanks you one more time. "I think I have a few ideas," he says as he carries you back to the bedroom, his towel threatening to come undone with every step.

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A/N: I hope you liked it. Please share more requests.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Hi, I have a few questions about your fic, Hurting & Healing. Please don't be upset, I'm just curious.

1) Why would "y/n" have the possibility of falling into a coma from hitting a tree? Did you mean to say she passed out and got a concussion (depending on severity, it can lead to temporary amnesia but y/n didn't have that)? That's a lot more likely and would explain the physical pain, mental fog, and instantaneous healing you wrote about. {I'm only pointing this out bc I'm in the medical field}

2) Also, how is she "healed" from just seeing Henry?

Overall the fic was alright, it just felt incredibly rushed and missing many pieces/parts as far as storytelling goes. In case you answer, thanks! Have a good night :)

Hello there, thank you so much for your response. The injury was severe and it is in fact inspired from a true incident where I lost control of the car, hit a huge tree, the airbags didn't open, and I had a scare of slipping into the coma. Also, healing by seeing him is a metaphor. She had a lot of pain, but seeing him she could forget about that and focus on being happy, which is healing her too. As a writer, I could go on and explain the whole injury process, but I have to be sensitive to the reader as well. Since, I myself have been in a situation like this, I know that graphic details can be triggering. Thank you so much for your feedback though, it is valued and I would keep in mind to back up the fic with medical knowledge.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Hurting & Healing

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You get into a terrible accident while Henry's away on shoot

Warning: Super angsty, fluff, mentions of death

Henry finally got a five minute break from his shoot and decided to finally give you a call. He had missed you terribly for the past two months as he was away shooting, and you both got very little time together between shoots. He had requested the director to take some time off so he can finally be with you again and his wish was granted, and he was excited yet relieved to know that he will be seeing you again in a few days. He sat in his chair, sipping his coffee trying to call you but your phone went to voicemail. This was unusual. You had a habit of always picking up his calls in a few seconds. Henry's heart was racing as he tried calling you again and again, but your phone was repeatedly going straight to the voicemail. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that was now gnawing on him.

He was about to call you once more when the director called him back to resume the shoot. Reluctantly, he made his way back, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. Safe to say he was worried at this point. He decided to ask his managers to try and connect with you while he was working. "Please just keep trying. My mind is thinking things, and I am not feeling good about this. I need to speak with her as soon as possible. You get it? Please." He said sternly to one of his managers, finally making his way back to the set.

But as the shoot went on, his anxiety grew by every ticking second, and he couldn't focus on anything except you. He was on edge and snapping at everyone around him in frustration. He had a temper problem, and it aggravated when he was worried and helpless. He was in the middle of the scene which he was already finding very hard to focus on, when he heard the director say cut. His managers interrupted the shoot and asked him to come to the vanity van. Henry could sense their unease, and his temper flared further. "What's going on? Why the hell are you guys not telling me?" he snapped.

Finally, one of his managers sighed and reluctantly handed him the phone, making him almost snatch it out of the others hand, which displayed a picture of you, bruised and battered laying in a hospital bed. Henry's heart sank. "She got in an accident this morning, and is now being treated in the City hospital. We have called and requested to have the best team of doctors work on her case..." His mind went blank as he kept staring at the pictures and his manager's voice faded in the background replacing it with pure silence.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to process what he was seeing. After a few good minutes he was pulled from his thoughts as he looked red eyed at his managers. "What the hell happened? Why didn't anyone tell me this before? Fuck!" he yelled punching the wall next to him in pure frustration as he bruised his hands. His managers were shaken and scared seeing him like this. One of them calmly explained that the hospital staff tried to reach them, but didn't have any relevant contacts. It wasn't until one of the nurses recognised her and contacted them. They explained that they had arranged for a charter flight to take him to her immediately.

Henry couldn't believe what was happening. He had never felt this helpless in his life. You were his world, and seeing you like this tore him apart. He felt like he had failed you. He wanted to be around you. He knew how much you were missing him. He was now blaming himself for your situation. "Fuck! I wish I was there with her sooner! I wish I was there with her to protect her. It was my fucking job. It is all my fucking fault. Fuck!" He said through gritted teeth as he again punched his hand this time in the car door creating an evident dent. His managers were doing everything to calm him down, but it was all in vain.

Trembling with fear and anguish, Henry packed his bags and rushed to the airport. The flight felt like an eternity, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, and he couldn't help but think the worst, which pained him even more. He sat in the plane, his mind in a haze. The world around him seemed distorted, like a funhouse mirror that distorted and twisted everything into a grotesque caricature. He couldn't believe that you were just fine last night, all smiling and beautiful, and now you laid in a hospital bed, bruised and broken, while he had been away. You meant everything to him, and the thought of losing you was making him lose his sanity. He didn't know he loved you this much, that every second felt like eternity knowing he could lose you.

He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, but his chest felt tight, and the air seemed to escape him. He could feel his temper rising, his frustration mounting with every passing moment. He pounded his fists on the armrest, feeling a surge of anger that he couldn't control. "Why did this have to happen?" he muttered to himself. "Why her? Why now?" The plane hit turbulence, and Henry jolted in his seat, the sudden movement breaking through his thoughts. He looked around, his eyes falling on the bottle and glass that lay on the table in front of him. Without thinking, he reached out and knocked them off the table, the sound of shattering glass filling the cabin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it was no use. The anger was still there, simmering just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

The flight attendant approached him, concerned etched on her face. "Sir, is everything okay?" she asked softly. He shook his head, unable to speak, and the flight attendant nodded sympathetically before walking away. He was afraid. Terribly scared to lose you. The words by his managers from before, finally echoed in his head. They mentioned you were in a critical condition, although they followed it up with a lot of hope, he couldn't shake away the sight of you, which made his fear grow stronger.

"God, please let her be okay," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I can't bear to see her like this." Finally his anger started to leave his body, replacing it with intense pain, guilt, fear, and hurt. He was alone with his thoughts, trapped in a prison of his own making. He couldn't escape the pain, no matter how hard he tried. He felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his own emotions, and the only way out of it, was to finally see you.

"I love you, princess" he whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of the plane's engines. "Please be okay." He said looking at the wallpaper of the two of you on his mobile, his throat tightening and choking with pain.

As the plane landed, Henry's heart was beating out of his chest. He could feel his anxiety and stress levels skyrocketing. His managers were already arranging for a safe passage through the airport, but as they stepped outside, a mob of fans surrounded him, all clamoring for his attention.

"Mr. Cavill, can we have a picture with you?"

"Please sign me an autograph, Henry!"

Henry tried to sign a few of them off politely, begging them to let him leave, but as he pushed through the crowd, he heard a fan talking about you. "I'm not (y/n), but I deserve some attention too!" His frustration boiled over, and he turned around, scolding her almost tearing up talking about you. "She's in the hospital fighting for her life, and all you care about is a damn autograph? Get some perspective woman!" Finally, he broke free from the crowd and drove towards the hospital. His heart sank as he saw the sign "Intensive Care Unit" in bold letters. He asked the receptionist for your whereabouts, and the receptionist recognized him immediately.

"Oh my god, you're Henry Cavill! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first. Follow me, Mr Cavill, I'll take you to her doctor." As they entered the doctor's cabin, Henry could feel his frustration, pain, and rage building up inside of him. The doctor gave him a somber look and spoke in a serious tone. "Mr. Cavill, I'm sorry to say that (y/n) has suffered severe head trauma, and the chances of her recovery are low. She is at a high risk of amnesia or worse, of slipping into coma. We are doing everything we can to keep her stable, but we need to prepare you for the worst." Henry felt like his world was crumbling around him. The doctor's words were like a punch in the gut, and he felt his eyes welling up with tears. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, losing the whole of his heart.

"Please, doctor, do everything in your power to save her. I can't lose her. I just can't." He spoke between tears trying to get the words out of his throat, although they came barely over a whisper. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look, knowing that there was only so much they could do. He was shattered into a million pieces, and he felt like he was drowning in his own pain and despair. All he could do was hold onto hope and pray for a miracle.

He sat in the waiting area, his eyes glued to the door of the ICU room. His mind is racing, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He has been waiting there for hours, hoping and praying that the doctors will give him some good news. Finally, the door opens, and the doctor steps out. Henry stands up, his fear plastered on his face as he approaches the doctor. "How is she?" he asks, his voice trembling with emotion.

The doctor takes a deep breath and looks Henry in the eye. "She's stable," he says. "But she still hasn't regained consciousness. We're doing everything we can, but the next few hours are critical." He nods, he felt his heart sinking. He felt like he's been hit by a truck. He can't believe that this was happening. He's never felt so powerless in his life. All he can do is sit and wait and hope. He was finally here, but he still couldn't do anything to fix you, to save you, to protect you...

He had begged the doctor to let him see her but he refused. The doctor explained how they're still treating your wounds and he will be able to see you later today. He nodded and patiently, yet impatiently waited outside the ICU. Hours pass, and finally, the doctor comes back to him. "Although she's still unconscious, we have shifted her to a room, and you can go see her now." he says. His heart leaps into his throat as he follows the doctor into the room. He sees you lying there, pale and still, hooked up to all sorts of machines. His heart breaks at the sight.

He takes her hand in his, feeling the coldness of your skin. Tears well up in his eyes once again, as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "Baby girl, I'm here," he says, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. Please, come back to me. I need you." He said, finally breaking into a sob that he had been holding for hours.

He sits by your side, holding your hand and talking to you, telling you all the things he's been holding back for so long. He tells you how much he loves you, how he can't imagine his life without you, how he'll do anything to make you better. He tells you all the things he's sorry for, all the things he wishes he could have done differently. His trying his best to make you feel his presence and bring you to life again. He needed you to speak back to him. As he talks, tears roll down his cheeks, and he can feel the pain and sorrow inside him grow. He's never felt so vulnerable in his life, and he knows that if you won't make it, he'll never be the same again. He tries to shake these negative thoughts and for now, all he can do is hope and pray and be by your side, holding your hand.

Hours passed as he didn't realise and fell asleep, curled up in a chair beside your bed, holding your hand tightly. He was exhausted, emotionally drained, and his body ached from sitting in the same position for so long, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be there for you, to be the first thing you see when you wake up. As the night passed, he was into a deep slumber, but he was quickly awoken by a faint voice calling his name. He jerked upright, his heart pounding in his chest, as looked at you in shock. Yoy were awake.

"Baby?" he said, his voice choked with emotion. "Oh my God, you're awake. Are you okay? How do you feel?" He asked everything without a breath. He then immediately rang the bell to call the nurses and the doctor. "How is she now?" He asked impatiently to the doctor. "She's surprisingly much better Mr Cavill, looks like you were what she needed to heal." The doctor said finally leaving the two of you alone.

"How are you feeling princess? You scared me so much. I'm so glad you're okay. Fuck." He said with tears running down his face as he held her hand right continuously kissing your hand. You smiled weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel...okay. A little sore. But I'm glad to see you. I thought I'd never see you again" His eyes filled with tears as he leaned in and lifted you gently into his arms, holding you close to him. "Oh, baby don't say that. I would never let anything happen to you." he said, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I should have been here. I should have been there to protect you. I can't believe this happened." You stroked his cheek and smiled reassuringly. "It's not your fault, Henry. It was an accident. I'm just glad you're here now." He just held you like his life depended on it. You could feel how scared he was and how he was holding onto you like a little baby. You ran your hand gently through his hair and you can already feel yourself healing. He was your medicine. He was your relief. You couldn't imagine you were holding him after almost two months and now you didn't want to let go.

Henry took a deep breath and kissed your lips, feeling overwhelmed with relief and love. "I was so scared," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know what to do. I thought I was going to lose you." Your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him. "You're not going to lose me," she said, your voice soft but firm. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Henry and you're stuck with me." You said giggling a little through your tears. His heart swelled with love and emotion as he looked down at you. "I love you so much more my princess. God I love you so much more..." he said, his voice thick with emotion. For a few moments, you just held each other, lost in your love and relief. You can feel how his heart has now picked a softer pace. He needed you as much as you needed him.

Later, he pulled back a little, looking at you with concern. "What happened?" he asked. "How did this happen?" You knew you were gonna get in trouble if you answered this. You just smiled weakly but he asked again as you sighed. "I remember losing control of the car...and then hitting the tree. After that, everything is a blur. But I'm okay now and so much better with you here." You said trying to glaze everything with hope and happiness, in hopes that he won't get mad at you. He hated your age old secondhand car and had strictly asked you to take the new ones he has parked up for you. He even offered to drive his Aston Martin around. But you loved this car, it was the first thing you bought with your own money. Although he was right, this car had served you enough, and now just something you should be keeping for sentimental value.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes. "How many times have I asked you to stay away from this junk? What if I had lost you today? Hun?" He snapped. He was now angry but you expected this. He was worried for you and he was right, this car almost took your life today. "I'm sorry Henry. I won't do it again" You say politely pulling him in a hug as he immediately melts down and nuzzles his head in your hair. "I know baby, I'm sorry to get mad at you, but I almost thought I lost you today. I was so scared, and I have told you so many times to dump that car. I just.. I wanted to save your from exactly this." He said softly now gently rubbing your back and kissing your head and shoulders. "I'm so sorry baby, I promise I won't do it again. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I love you." You say stroking his cheek and leaning in to kiss him.

You were kissing him after two months and it felt like tasting heaven. He was your medicine. His words, his touch, his kisses, everything healed you. He healed you and you wanted nothing more. Henry smiled through the kiss and hugged you tightly, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. "I love you too, my princess," he said. "I love you more than anything. And I'm never going to let anything happen to you again."

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Parted

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: He's been away for shooting for so long and you decide to surprise him on set

Warning: Fluff, Slight angst, and implied smut

You can't believe it's been four months since you last saw Henry. The time apart has been unbearable, and you miss him more than words can express. This is the longest you've been away from him. Especially after the pandemic. You long to be wrapped up in his arms, to hear his deep voice, breathe in his scent, and feel his warm touch. It's been especially difficult because he's been away, filming for his latest project, and doesn't get enough time to speak with you properly. Getting a five minute call every day is a luxury to you both at this point and it is driving both of you insane.

Usually you're not the type to make impulsive decisions, but waking up to an empty bed every morning has turned you wild. It was the morning after you had just ended your periods, and blame it on the hormones but you've had enough of the distance. You can't take it any longer, so you've planned a secret trip to surprise him on set. You knew very well that if you told him your plans, he would drop his work and make time for you. He was getting as crazy as you, probably worse because he lived on physical touch and contact, and he hasn't touched you in four months, which felt like ages to him. That was one of the primary reasons you didn't show him how much you missed him. He loved his work, and he was very good at it, and you didn't want to prove the media right by being a distraction to him, and keeping him from doing his job. So there you were, talking to his designer who was very close to you both, and would often give you exclusive updates about your man. He mentioned how sad Henry's been on set and although his managers would advise against it, he thought seeing you for a while might cheer Henry up, just a little. Finally, you traveled all the way to Wales, where he's filming a period movie, and you can't wait to see him again. Your heart is already pounding with excitement, laced with nervousness, and also a weirdly diffrent fear. This man has made you feel things you've never felt for anyone before.

His designer helped in and secretly brought you inside. As you approach the set, your heart is racing with anticipation. You've missed him so much, and you can't wait to hold him again. You make your way to where he's filming, trying to keep a low profile. You see him in the distance, dressed in vintage clothing, playing a Scottish king. Fuck. You feel yourself freeze as you finally see him. It felt like your eyes have been on a hunt for so long, and finally they feel satisfying gazing at him. You let out a heavy sigh you didn't know you'd been holding for so long. You feel your heart and throat get heavy and you can break into tears at any moment.

He looks so different in person now, even more stunning than he does in his video calls. He's grown that wild beard you so loved. His hair has also grown, now curling on the edges perfectly. His skin has tanned and that suits him beautifully. You can hardly believe he's real. You finally gather your now heavy body and slowly and silently approach him. He's standing facing his back to you talking to a girl in the scene. He's in the middle of a scene when you tap him on the back, surprising him. He turns around and sees you, and his eyes widen in shock. You can see him gasp as you yourself feel tears welling up in your eyes. He almost breaks down, and you can see the tears welling up in his eyes too.

"Holy shit, (y/n), is that you?! Fuck!," he says you just nod, and he gently touches your cheek, still making sure that he's not dreaming, as he then immediately pulls you into a tight embrace. "I can't believe you're here!" You're both overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down your faces. It's been so long since you've seen each other, and the reunion is intense. You can feel his heart beating against your chest, and you know that you never want to let go.

You both stood there holding each other for a good five minutes as he then pulls away and crashes his lips to yours. The moment you feel his warm lips touch yours, you feel your body light up on fire. It wasn't until the kiss that you realised how much your body truly longed for him. He was important to you now, he was your habit and you were his, and it was impossible for the two of you to stay away for this long. You're never letting go of this man ever again for so long. You both kiss for a while again and then he pulls away as the whole set cheers and Henry chuckles. He places his forehead to yours, you're already blushing red, as he gently strokes your cheek. "I've missed you so much my darling. So fucking much." he whispers as running a thumb across your lips. "I've missed you so much more Hen." you add as you both kiss one last time before the director ends your reunion, and puts him back to work. Although, Henry was very disappointed being parted from you again but seeing you there on set, had almost renewed his energy and he was bubbling with excitement. He hadn't felt this happy in a while and he knew it in his head that he never wished to be parted with you. You brought him happiness and peace and he wanted nothing more than that.

As Henry wraps up his shooting, he comes to you with open arms and pulls you into a warm embrace, once again. You both share a tender moment, basking in the comfort of each other's presence. He looks into your eyes and says, "I've missed you so much, babygirl."

"I missed you more, Henry," you reply, as he gently takes your hand in his and kisses you once more. He then leads you around the set, showing you every nook and corner. He excitedly points out the castle where they've been filming, and the nearby lake where they shot some of the most breathtaking scenes.

"The lake is just so beautiful, princess. You have to see it," he says, looking at you with an infectious grin. He was like a child so excited to see you, and proud showing you the work he's done there. As you walk around, he tells you about the history and the stories behind the locations, making everything come alive with his animated descriptions. His passion for his work is palpable, and you feel your heart swelling with pride and admiration for the man you love.

As the sun begins to set, Henry takes you to a rooftop of the castle's tallest tower that overlooks the rolling hills of Wales. The view is absolutely breathtaking, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. "I knew you'd love this, princess," he says, smiling at you with love and affection. You look at him, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. "Henry, this is just perfect. Thank you so much for bringing me up here." He takes your hand and wraps you in his arms, holding you close. You both look out at the stunning view, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies as the cool breeze brushes against your faces.

"Being away from you made me realize how much I need you, (y/n)" he says softly, looking deep into your eyes. "I don't want to spend another day without you. Please tell me you're staying with me baby." Your heart skips a beat as he says those words. You just nod and lean in to kiss him. "I won't leave baby. I'm here now. I'm here with you. I love you so much." you say and he kisses you once again pressing you gently against the balcony. The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, love, and pure bliss as you both soak in the magic of being together once again.

As you both retire to the hotel room, you feel a sense of calm and tranquility wash over you. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm hue over the room, and the sound of the gentle breeze wafting in through the balcony adds to the serene ambiance. Henry gently leans in and kisses your lips slowly working the zip of your dress. Within no time both of your clothes were a pile on the floor and he gently picked you up in his arms. You both keep kissing as he gently laid you down on the bed and straddled you not once breaking the kiss. You pull away a little just to breathe and Henry again smashes his lips to yours. Your hands go straight into his hair and you can't take enough of the curls. "You beard feels weird" you chuckle teasing him and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, crashing his lips to yours again. You chuckle and kiss him. He then pulls away and snuggles up against your boobs, feeling the warmth of your body against his. He sighed in your arms and breathed in your scent. He was in heaven.

"You look so beautiful, princess." he whispers, his voice filled with love and admiration. You smile and bury your face in his curls, kissing his head, feeling your heart fill with love and contentment. "I love you, Henry," you whisper back. He holds you close, running his fingers through your hair, body, and caressing every inch of your skin. You both just lay there in silence, just enjoying the feeling of being together. You felt his body relax against yours, and soon he falls asleep, snoring softly in your arms. You smile and close your eyes, feeling a sense of relief and affection washing over you. You know that you're exactly where you're supposed to be, with the person you love more than anything in the world. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel grateful for the amazing love and affection that you share with Henry.

The night passes and Henry wakes up in your arms adoring your beautiful sleepy figure. As you slowly awaken from your deep slumber, you feel a warm set of lips caressing all over your body. You open your eyes to see your boyfriend, Henry, smiling at you with such adoration that it takes your breath away. He leans in to place a tender kiss on your lips and whispers, "Good morning, beautiful." As you sit up and stretch, you notice Henry gazing at you like this is the first time he's laid his eyes on you. You feel his hand brush against your hair as he tucks a strand behind your ear, and he murmurs, "I missed you so much." Henry gets out of bed and stretches and you couldn't help but bite your lip seeing him. "Like what you see princess?" he asks for smirking and flexes his body. "Mm... Love it. Come back to bed you...." You look at him spreading your body and making grabby hands at him, giving him your best puppy face. The things you do to this man. His face changes a little seeing you like that but he shakes his head. "Mm... As much as I want to, I'm gonna go get us some breakfast."he says and puts on his sweatpants giving you a quick kiss. You pout but chuckle as you see him jog out of the room. You get up and stretch walking to the balcony overlooking the picturesque Welsh countryside. You stand there in just a white sheet, enjoying the cool breeze against your skin as you savor the taste of the morning coffee, which he has already prepared for you.

Henry silently stood there in the room admiring your sheet clad body in the balcony. You looked etherial. You hair gently blowing with the breeze, your skin smooth and shining and in the morning sunlight, your cheeks rosy, and your lips a little swollen and puckered from all the kissing. You looked like a goddess and all he wanted to do was worship you. Suddenly, you feel Henry's arms wrap around you from behind, his lips planting a soft kiss on your neck. You lean back into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He whispers, "You look stunning this morning, my love." As you turn around to face him, you see the love and emotion in his eyes as he takes your hand in his as he keeps your coffee cup away. "(Y/n), being away from you made me realize how much I truly love you. I don't want to spend a single day without you in my life."

Henry takes your other hand in his and gazes into your eyes. "These past four months have been the most challenging of my life. But the one thing that kept me going was the thought of coming back to you, to your love, your warmth, and your beautiful smile." He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've missed you so much, princess, and being away from you made me realize that you're not just my girlfriend. You're my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life." You could feel your heart flutter and boil with emotions.

Henry's eyes fill with tears as he takes another deep breath. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (y/n). I want to wake up every morning with you by my side, sharing laughter, tears, and everything in between. I want to grow old with you and create a lifetime of beautiful memories together." He takes out a small box from his pocket and opens it, revealing a breathtaking ring, as he goes down on one knee, and you can feel yourself freeze in the moment. "Princess, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, and tolerate me for the rest of your life? Will you marry me?" You feel tears streaming down your face as you nod, your heart overflowing with emotion. "Yes, Henry. Yes, I will marry you!" You say between a sob as Henry slips the ring onto your finger, and you both share a passionate kiss. You can't believe that this is real, that you get to spend the rest of your life with the man you love. You spend the rest of the day lost in each other, lost in the passion and the love that you share. And you know, without a doubt, that you'll never be apart for so long again. You know that this moment will forever be etched in your heart, a memory that you will cherish forever.

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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!