#henry cavill x curly reader

[writersblog20]

intimate moments

Henry Cavill x curly hair reader

Gif credit to: @demivampirew

Summary: Henry was away for a long time but now, you were finally back together again. When Henry felt clingy, he would help you with everything. Even learning how to maintain your curls while he slowly helped you going into little space.

Warnings: dd/lg. reader calls Henry daddy and Henry calls himself daddy. Pet names, very quick mention of trust issues, if you squeeze abandonment issues, body pains and discomfort from the cold, LOTS OF FLUFF

Words: 2,7K

Intimate moments

It was date night for you and Henry in weeks. He’s been away filming for Enola and this would be the first date night after that. He knew how lonely you got when he was away and even though he showered you in plushies, they weren’t him.

After dinner you walked a little bit around until you both stumbled on a carnival. You and Henry shared some looks as the sweet smell of cotton candy and waffles hit the both of you. You held hands as you strolled over the carnival and bought some sweets. Henry looked around, seeing a couple kids running around, some people walking around with those huge plushies.

He didn’t say anything as you both strolled further but kept a good look out for those games. When you finally walked along those games, Henry stopped you. “What are you going to do bear?” you asked him as he let go off your hand. He looked at you with a smile and paid to play the game. You couldn’t stop your smile and excitement creeping up on you.

Henry got all the shots right and won the big prize. He looked at you with a soft and proud smile “Which one do you want princess?” he asked you and you pointed towards a huge bear plushy. He smiled at you and the man behind got the plushy and gave it to you. It was almost just as big as you were. Like it was a huge plushy. You held on tight to it and walked off with Henry. “Thank you so much bear” Henry gave you a kiss on your head. “You’re more than welcome puppy.” His voice gravel but laced with love.

He held your hand and walked further. Henry played some more games and won more plushies for you. It almost felt like heaven. You encouraged your boyfriend while he played some games. At this point, Henry just wanted to win so he could give you all the plushies. You started to play along with the games and to both of your surprise, you were actually really good, winning some prizes as well while Henry looked surprised but proudly at you.

After many games and laughter, you got very cold. “Let’s go home princess.” You heard him say and the word home already brought some warmth to you. You smiled and nodded. Henry held your hand and noticed how cold your hands were. He brought them to his lips and rubbed them softly together with his own, trying to warm them up before placing a warm kiss on the back of your hands.

You held Henry’s hand again and the other gripping tightly to the big plushy bear while Henry carried to other plushies. Henry decided to order a cab because you were so cold. “Hen, I’m fine really! It’s not even that far away.” You knew you could still walk that way. “Sweetheart, I know you can but you don’t have to. I want to take care of you and right now that means warm you up. It’s okay.” He told you softly and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You gave in and smiled softly.

The cab ride wasn’t that long but you were kind of glad that Henry called them. Even though you could’ve kept going, your muscles started to ache really bad from the cold and Henry noticed that you felt some discomfort from your body in the way you were massaging pretty violently on your legs to keep the pain away.

“Come here sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself, let me do it.” He told you softly and placed his big hand on your leg and started to massage them. It helped as he knew where the muscles was that caused you so much pain. You were dealing with chronicle illness and Henry knew that and knew that coldness was one of the big factors that would cast you so much pain.

It began snowing when you got in the cab and only got worse when you arrived home. Henry tipped the man and helped you inside. “Why don’t I make you a warm bath and you can show me how to do your hair?” He asked you. You had curls and it could be a pain in the ass to take care off. So much so that you didn’t even had the energy right now and it was like Henry knew that.

You felt excitement build up in your stomach and nodded with a bright smile, quickly heading off to the bathroom to place everything in order. Henry chuckled from your excitement and got all the plushies before walking up to the bedroom. He put everything on the king-size bed, which was now covered by all the big plushies. He walked to the bathroom where you were, still very excited, put everything ready. He leaned against the door as he looked at you with a smile on his face and adoringly watching your every move.

You turned around, feeling his presence behind you. You looked at Henry who was still smiling lovingly at you, which you returned with a bright one. “You ready pup?” you nodded and got undressed and took a quick shower before turning on the bath. Henry sat on the toilet seat next to the tub. His elbow on the edge as he rested his head on his hand. You placed both of your arms on the edge as well and leaned your head on your arms and looked at Henry.

You went with your hand through his hair while Henry softly closed his eyes and smiled as he let out a sigh. “I like your hair like this.” you whispered, scared to push the intimate moment away. His hair was still quite long with some curls in it from filming Enola Holmes 2. It was such a peaceful and serene moment that you wished it would never leave. Henry stared lovingly into your eyes, seeing every part of your soul. He went softly with the back of his hand over your cheek.

After a while it was time to get the hair mask out of your hair. You already washed your hair and put conditioner in when you stood underneath the shower. Those were the easy parts. Henry looked at you for instructions. “So first, make my hair a bit wet again and then you can brush it.” You told him and he nodded, getting to work.

He got the shower on again and putting it on a soft stand before he placed it over you. When it got a bit wet, he stopped and got the brush. Henry was so extremely gentle with your hair. He went with his hand through your hair and massaging your scalp. You let your head hang a little from relaxation. He smiled while love filled his heart up. He washed the hair mask out, his hand going through your hair.

Once it was out, he looked at you again. You pointed to the leave-in and told him to crunch it before putting a towel around your hair. Once that was done, Henry helped you out of the bathtub and placed a towel around your body. You wrapped your arms around Henry’s torso, making his shirt wet. He placed his arms around you and sat down on the toilet seat, putting you on his lap. You got your arms and placed them around his shoulders. Henry held you tightly with one hand, his other softly stroking your back while he rested his head on your shoulder, placing a kiss on your cheek. It was nice to be this close to him after all this time.

You both sat there for at least a good ten minutes before going back to your hair. Henry carefully unwrapped your hair from the towel. It made you giggle at how careful he was. “Bear, you don’t have to be this careful.” You chuckled, making Henry look at you. “Sweetheart, I’ll always be careful with you. You’re my sweet little girl and I’m not going to hurt you so I’ll be careful. Alright puppet?” He told you quite stern but still loving. You smiled and felt warm and fuzzy inside. He was slowly getting you into little space, giving you all the relaxation you needed, and to be honest, it fed your soul.

You nodded and he cupped your cheeks softly. “Good girl. So what’s next?” he asked you. You felt flustered at his words while you pointed out the curl moisturizer. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead before getting the stuff. You let your head hang so the curls fell down. You ruffled your hair a bit so it wouldn’t stick together. Henry put the moisturizer in his hand and crunched your hair again, repeating the process with some other creams before taking the fohn and dried your hair. After your hair was a bit dry, you gave him the mouse and other things. “This is a lot work, I’m so proud of you that you do this every time and if you need help, call me anytime. I love taking care of you. You know that right princess?” he asked you, making you nod.

After a while your hair was finally done and you were slowly pushed more into little space. Henry was gentle while he got you in little space. It started with praises, pet names etc. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it too. Henry got a oversized shirt for you and put it over your naked body. He got your panties, and some joggings from him. “Let daddy do your skincare now, doll.” He told you and helped you on to the bathroom counter. He looked through the cabinets and got your basket of all your products out. He looked puzzled at you about where to start. You had a lot of products. For some reason you loved buying skincare when you felt bad.

You pointed out some things and he carefully put it on your face. You stared at him, his eyes holding all the concentration. You went with your fingers over his features, distracting him from his concentration as he looked into your big eyes. He smiled at you and got your hand in his, placing a kiss on it while he made eye contact. He placed your hand in your lap again and gave you a quick kiss on your lips. Too quick for your liking and you started to pout.

Henry obviously noticed your sudden change in your demeanor. “What’s up baby girl?” He asked you softly. You looked down, not wanting to tell him. He placed his finger underneath your chin. “Look at me sweetheart. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? You can tell daddy, you know that right?” you nodded. “I want a longer kiss.” Henry chuckled and cupped your cheek. “Your wish is my command princess.” He told you with a grin and placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. His hand cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss, giving you more than you asked for but in a good way. You felt his tongue against yours before he turned it more slowly again. He broke free from the kiss and you took a deep shaky breath. He still had that grin on his face and placed quick kisses on your lips before all over your face, making you giggle. “Was that what you wanted sweetheart?” he asked you while you felt very flustered and it felt like your cheeks were on fire, which you were sure he was going to feel it.

You became very shy as it was also one of your many signs that you were slipping in little space and Henry grinned, having you exactly where he wanted you. He got back to the skincare and gently applied it to your face. Once you were done, he helped you off the bathroom counter and you walked into the shared bedroom, feeling tired. You let yourself fall on the bed with all the plushies. You got the biggest one and cuddled it while you laid on your side. Henry slowly strutted towards you as his heart filled with love once again. He kneeled down next to you besides the bed. He placed a few curls out of your face, only to be jumped back into place. He chuckled softly and caressed your cheek.

“I’m tired.” You murmured out, completely relaxed and fuzzy. Henry smiled lovingly at you. “I know you are baby. Get some sleep alright?” it was already 11 pm do it was time for bed anyway. Henry helped you underneath the covers and kneeled down besides you again. You stared admiringly at him. “Get some sleep princess.” He told you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight pup.” You quickly held his hand when he stood up. His attention was back directed on you.

“Can you please stay with me daddy?” His face visibly softened. He couldn’t say no to you like this, there was no way. Henry smiled reassuringly at you. “Okay puppet. Let me get freshened up.” he told you and gently squeezed your small hand in his. You carefully let go off his hand. In little space you found it very hard to trust someone to come back. Henry and you were working on it and in states like this, he did everything to keep your trust and show you that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

“I’ll be right back okay? I promise.” He told you and cupped your cheeks so you would look into his eyes, letting you see that he meant it. You nodded and held on tightly to the plushie. Henry smiled and disappeared into the bathroom, only to come out 10 minutes later in only his boxers.

You were already laying on your other side so you could face him when he laid down. He looked at all the plushies and chuckled a bit. “Okay sweetheart, which one do you want to have tonight. You can’t have the big one because otherwise I can’t lay down.” He chuckled, seeing how big the plushie was. You quickly got your bunny, that you always had. You obviously liked the other plushies but this one would always be your favorite. Henry smiled lovingly at your loyalty for your bunny.

He placed the other plushies away and got in next to you. You patiently waited till he was comfortable. Once he looked at you, you came closer so you could cuddle. Your cheek was resting against his chest, your arm which still held your bunny was also resting on his chest, your leg over his. He placed his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. His fingers disappeared in your hair as he comfortably went over your scalp.

Instead of the snow falling softly, it became a whole storm. You could hear the snow fall and felt even more fuzzy and warm as you cuddled closer to Henry. You both slowly started to fall asleep when you turned around to your other side. Henry was already snoozing off and didn’t notice you turning around but the cold started hugging you instead of Henry.

You huffed slightly and turned around to grab his arm and put it over you. Henry slowly opened his eyes and saw you struggling to get him on his side as well so he could spoon you. He smiled tiredly and helped you out by turning around. He put his arm tightly over you and scooped you closer to his chest, so close that you could feel his heartbeat and his breathing against your back. He placed kisses on your shoulder and neck before laying down again. You already had your eyes closed as the warmth of Henry’s body hugged you. You were almost completely tucked away against his chest and in the covers, giving you the safest feeling on earth as you slowly dozed off, finally with Henry by your side again.

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[adrienneleclerc]

Jealous

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles gets easily jealous when his girlfriend fawns over her fictional or celebrity crushes

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: all the characters and celebrities mentioned are people I find attractive. If you don’t have a crush on them, that’s fine, to each their own

Y/N and Charles were watching American Assassin because Charles wanted to watch an action movie and he has never seen it.

“Ugh, Dylan O’Brien could get it.” Y/N said and Charles turned so fast to look at her.

“What?” Charles asked.

“Dylan O’Brien could get it, he is so fine, I already thought he was cute as Stiles but as Mitch Rapp? Ooh, so fine, I’d let him choke me.” Y/N said, eating chips and Charles just looks at her. “What?”

“Were you always this unhinged?” Charles asked.

“A little, but have you seen his veiny arms when he was being held at gun point? I wanna bite them.” Y/N said and Charles looked at his arms and back at the screen.

“Mon ange, my arms are veiny, you could bite mine.” Charles said.

“I bite yours all the time when we’re not in public. There’s just something about Dylan O’Brien playing Mitch Rapp that does something for me. Like look at those abs.” Y/N said and Charles immediately retaliated with

“I have better abs than him!” Charles exclaimed, making a point by taking off his shirt and standing next to the TV to compare him and Dylan O’Brien

“Ay muñeco, Im teasing, don’t take it too seriously.” Y/N said, pulling him back to the bed and kissing him.

The next time Charles got “jealous” was when Y/N was on TikTok and she saw a video of The Drivers Era performing.

“Ross Lynch es tan guapo, no wonder when he performed in Mexico, todos le estaban diciendo que se encuere.” Y/N said and Charles was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Charles poked his head out to see Y/N in bed. “What? Ross is 6’1, our height difference is literally perfect.”

“Are you trying to hurt me, Mon ange?” Charles asked before spitting into the sink.

“Of course not muñeco, he’s just a celebrity crush, it’s not like anything will happen.” Y/N commented.

Then it happened again when Charles and Y/N were out with Pierre and Kika. They saw a movie poster for the ministry of ungentlemany warfare.

“We should see this movie, the trailer looks amazing.” Kika said.

“And so does Henry Cavill, I love how curly his hair is.” Y/N commented.

“Just once I would like to go out and not listen to you talk about other men.” Charles said.

“Whats happening there?” Pierre asked

“Charles gets butthurt when I talk about my celebrity crushes.” Y/N said.

“What do they have that I don’t?” Charles asked.

“Well Ross and Henry are 6 feet tall, Ross plays hockey and I LOVE hockey boys, Henry played field hockey, but you’re taller than Dylan O’Brien, I’ll give you that.” Y/N said and Charles stared at her.

“You weren’t supposed to give me a list!” Charles exclaimed while laughing at how ridiculous this conversation was.

“You literally asked!” Y/N exclaimed. “But I also want to see the movie for Eiza Gonzalez, totally support her making it big in Hollywood.”

“Yes! Loved her in Baby Driver!” Kika said and her and Y/N started talking about movies.

Y/N was watching Supernatural and eating ice cream.

“God I love this episode, he looks so good.” Y/N said. Charles looked at the screen and back at her.

“Really? The Winchester brothers in prison? Isn’t the guy who plays Dean like 50?” Charles asked.

“Um, he’s 46, and he looks good for his age considering he’s white.” Y/N said.

“Cant believe you love Dean Winchester. Why not Sam?” Charles asked.

“I love both Winchester brothers, I just relate to Dean more. And in the later seasons, I don’t like Sam’s hair. But Sam’s hair in season 1 and 2? LOVE.” Y/N said.

“What about my hair?” Charles asked.

“Muñeco, you know how much I love to pull on it when we’re kissing and other stuff.” Y/N says, kissing Charles, running her hands through his hair to make a point, he pulled away.

“Mm, I love when you do that.” Charles said smiling.

“I know you do.” Y/N said, continuing to play with his hair. “There’s no reason to be jealous of my celebrity crushes, okay?“

“I’m not convinced, how about you show me that you’re mine and mine alone.” Charles said, hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat, not applying pressure.

“It would be my pleasure.” Y/N said, holding Charles’s hand to run to their bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all like it!

[justjams2003]

Cuddles for Breakfast

Happy father’s day, and to all those without fathers I hope you make the best of this day. This is here for a little celebration!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x wife!reader

Summary: You and your daughter surprise Henry for father’s day.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word count: 562

Her name is Sophia, it seemed so obvious when you held her in your hands for the first time. Henry agreed instantly. It was just something in her violently curly black hair and a button nose that just screamed Sophia. And before you knew she’s already three years old.  

She’s grown up to be a confident little girl. Like said, she has Henry’s unruly black curls and his intense blue eyes. But your husband swears up and down that she has your attitude. A sharp tongue and even wiser than anyone outside your family would know.  

“How do you feel, pretty girl?” You ask, watching as she analysis the hairdo you had done for her. “It’s perfect, Mommy.” Her eyes shine bright and she flashes you a smile directly stolen from your husband. You can’t help yourself and pepper kisses all over her little face. Watching her little button nose scrunch up.  

A giggle pours out of the bathroom before you press your finger against your lip. “Shh, my smart girl, you’re gonna’ wake Papa up.” You wink at her as her eyes grow big and she shakes her head. Then you scoop her up and place her on your hip.  

“Are you going to carry the presents, while Moma brings the food?” You explain, watching when you put her down and she pets Kal, who absolutely adores her. She mumbles an agreement and grabs the present. She scolds ever so slightly when he almost makes her trip.  

You give her the go-ahead when you finally reach the bedroom. Both of you seem to stop and admire him sleeping so peacefully. His broad form takes up most of the bed. His chest rise and fall and his own curls splayed across his cushion and forehead.  

That is quickly interrupted by Soph running and jumping on the bed. “Papa, papa! Wake up, wake up!” She screams with glee, seeing out so much to this. Since you told her what you were planning, she’s been ‘planning’ with you.  

Now, finally, that the time has come she is just bouncing with excitement. Henry’s blue eyes snap open, thinking the worst before seeing his little girl beam down at him. His hands reach up and grab her, also peppering her with kisses.  

“Good morning, my two most special girls.” He beams at you, gently grabbing your arm after you place the breakfast tray in his lap. Placing affable kissing on your wrist. “And why am I being so spoiled this morning?” He asks little Sophia, pulling her close into his side.  

“Happy Father’s Day, papa!” she grins handing him her present package. He can already feel the tears forming. He never thought that this would happen. That he would be in such a position to have two of his own beautiful girls pampering him.  

“Really?” He canvases your facial expression, still struggling to believe that this is his life. “Yes, papa. Open your present.” His little girl answers for you and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to say no. He does as instructed, cooing and praising Sophia for her many Father’s Day paintings and drawings, all covered with glitter of course.  

Then he pulls out the new Warhammer painting set, limited edition, you got him and a fancy bottle of decades-old Bourbon. And after that, he shares his breakfast and cuddles his girls close.  

[f10werfae]

Quick it’s BeReal

pairing: Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Henry where his BEREAL goes off during sex an their friends react reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and tied up (BeReal is an app where you post a photo at a random time, along with your friends to share) (requested by @princessbetsy123-blog )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“C’mere love Bereal went off” Henry smirked out of breath, his face flushed red as he brought Y/n’s nude body into his side. The comforter just about covering her breasts, her hair crazy and her face dazed with the post-sex look. “W-what right now?” Henry nodded pressing his lips to hers sloppily, their tongues clearly seen in the picture as he took it. Purple hickies littering the tops of her breasts and her neck as if it was jewellery

COMMENTS:

@/Stephaniejohns: YES Y/n GET STUCK IN, GET THAT SUPERMAN DICK!

> @/Y/nL/n: I swear i’m literally paralysed from the waist down, it isn’t even funny. He had to help me shower and everything; he still has to carry me down and up the stairs.

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@/lucygrover: Now Y/n in 9 months time, will we see a welcome banner in a hospital room?!?!

> @/HenryCavill: That’s the plane Luce! Already got the crib made in the garage and the names picked out in my head ;)

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@/Missbeauty101: Now I know why Y/n is always stumbling whenever she walks into work, poor girls vagina is getting railed on the constant. NAH BECAUSE ONE TIME OUR BOSS POINTED OUT HER HICKIES AND SHE TRIED TO PLAY IT OFF BY SAYING IT WAS A BURN FROM STRAIGHTENING HER HAIR. Her hair was curly that day.

>> @/aliciabees: WAIT BABES SOMETHING SIMILAR HAPPENED A FEW DAYS AGO. Y/n came to my birthday with her lipstick all over her face, her mascara running everywhere and her dress was missing stitches at some places😭 Just how feral are you Henry ?

>>> @/Y/nL/n: Feral enough to tie me to the fuckin bed and now we have broken bed posts 👍

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@/Trishabrown: Y/n say… Is this what happened to the victoria secret set I gifted you for your birthday 😍 Cus if so, gift well used I say

@/HenryCavill: Trish that lovely purple number didn’t even make it through the front door :)

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@/freddyyyy: Henry mate get stuck in😩 Don’t let us catch you through the gaming headphones again though, that shit sounded pornographic as hell

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@/leogrips: Y/n when is the pregnancy announcement 😍

>> @Y/nL/n: HOPEFULLY SOON🫶☕️

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@/Jessicaframo: Remembering the one time Y/n couldn’t make it to work because Henry fucked her too hard and she had to ask me to bring it to her. Girlie was not lying, legs were like jelly.

>> @/Jessicaframo: Not to mention the literal blood necklace she got goin on😭 Henry is less bear and more vampire

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@/Leahtoner: Why are there ropes on the head board, and rope burns on Y/n’s wrist 😳😳 THATS SOME SERIOUS BONDAGE THERE

>> @/Y/nL/n: you should see my ankles babes, rubbed raw for real. Sweating buckets and now I have to change the frickin sheets. Think I owe myself a nice hot bath to be honest

>>> @HenryCavill: Uh no invitation?

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“Babe you can’t just post us post-sex for a Bereal, my comments are blowin upp” Y/n whined nuzzling her head into his chest, a proud smirk on his face as he felt her shiver every time he ran his fingers down her arm. “Love it’s fine, you look gorgeous in the photo, not to mention we’ve basically promised them all a niece or nephew” He whispered feeling her hands feel him up sensually, her lips placing tiny quick kisses onto his chest and neck.

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I feel like this one is kinda disappointing but I hope you all still enjoy it!♥️

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[holylulusworld]

Sex you up - Kinktober 18

Summary: You attend a Halloween party.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: flirty Henry, meet cute, RPF, size kink, implied smut

A/N: We are having Henry in his Walter Marshall era because this one has me in a chokehold. Suffer with me.

Trope/Kink: Size Kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween always has something magical to you. Not only because of the people celebrating it, or trick or treat. It’s not only the costumes, drinking, candy, and having fun.

The air is thick with mystery on Halloween, and you think about its origin and the truth behind the legend on October 31st.

“Y/N, hurry up and stop staring at the pumpkins,” your friend groans as you take another picture of the decoration outside the house. “Babe, we got invited to the party of the year. Stop being a nerd for one night.”

You harrumph. Chelsey is your friend, but her words hit home. You always were a little shy, and insecure. When you got older and turned from a girl into a woman it got better.

Still, sometimes you are self-conscious and shy away. Especially at parties with too many people, you do not know. “Coming,” you grumble under your breath. “It’s just, that the decoration is breathtaking. Look at all the jack-o-lanterns. The house looks like a gothic castle from a horror movie.”

“Yeah, spider webs and all,” Chelsey rolls her eyes. “Babe, all I want is to get waisted, and find a cute guy for the night.”

“How about you go inside, and I look at the decoration for a little longer. I’ll be right there.”

“YES!” She pinches your cheek. “I’ll get you a drink and wait for you.”

This time, you roll your eyes. Chelsey will forget about you the moment she finds some cute guy. “Go ahead. Have fun.”

She enters the house without looking back, making you sigh. Chelsey promised you are going to have a ladies’ night. Now you are on your own once again.

“You know, Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,” you squeak, and press one hand to your heart as a man stands next to you. “Sorry, sweetness. I didn’t want to scare you. On Halloween out of all days.”

You dip your head to get a better look at him. The stranger must be the tallest man you have ever seen, with broad shoulders, a wide chest and curly hair. He’s wearing a beard, making him look wilder than he really is. His soft eyes tell you he’s got a good heart.

“It’s fine. I was just admiring the decoration and got distracted,” you give him a soft smile. “Are you invited to the party too?”

“Guilty,” he returns your smile as he steps a little closer. “I see you came as a wolf. A cute one.” The man grins as you look down at your body. “I like it very much.”

“It was the only one left at the store. Well, the only one fitting me.”

“You look…” He looks you up and down, licking his lips, “Excuse my choice of words, but you look like any wolf would love to eat you alive.”

“I’m a wolf too,” you retort. “What’s your costume? Grumpy sweater lover?” You smirk.

“I’m a werewolf,” he grins, revealing sharpy canines. “See, I’m hiding behind a nice face. But if you give me the chance, I’ll sink my teeth in your flesh and eat you, sweetness.”

“Eat me?” You swallow thickly. This man is a stranger, but you feel drawn to him. His eyes drop to your chest, and you shudder under his gaze. It’s his sheer size dwarfing you that makes your body tingle.

“I bet,” he steps even closer, cupping your face with his large hands, “you make the cutest noises when I use my mouth on you.”

He flashes you a dark smile, revealing his sharp teeth to you. You shudder and press your legs together. “Maybe we can skip the party and get to the part where you eat me…”

"Oh, Mrs. Cavill, you have been a naughty girl," your husband purrs against your lips. "Let's skip the party."

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[romanscoming]

“SUCCESFUL MISSION”

DAD!HENRY CAVILL x FAMOUS!PHOTOGRAPHER!BLACK!READER BASE OFF OF THE POLL I POSTED MOSTLY EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HALF OF 50% BUT DAD!HENRY HAS THE MOST, IDK FOR SURE BUT ILL TRY TO AT LEAST, STILL DO ALL OF THEM BUT LETS SEE HOW IT GOES :). (POLL DOESN'T END UNTIL FEBRUARY 12TH) FLUFF

4 OF HENRY AUTUMN AND CALLIE JUST REQUEST W/ A PLOT AND WITH "DAD!HENRY AND THE TWINS"

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SUMMARY;

picture you a busy working woman, who travels most of the time, you better famous, and popular but not as popular as the family you met on the airplane,, and not just that the pretty faces you get to speak to and numbers you've given to the little ones.

WARNING !

nothing I think, small talk, children (toddlers)?, airplane, mentions of being famous and stuff, hookup(not rlly) flirting, the little girls being adorable :) blonde haired baby = Callie and Brown haired baby = Autumn.

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YOUR BUSINESS HAS BEEN FLOWING HEAVENLY GOOD, you been traveling around a lot, keeping your fans updated on instagrams and twitter, going to meet and greets and other famous stuff the people go to.

You were in California right now, and in the airport to fly to New York to attend some business, but lucky enough you didn't even notice a curly headed male and two toddlers coming along on the same airplane as yourself.

It were so busy, and trying to take focus you didn't notice them at all, but hey work needed to get done.

You sat by the open walkway while you allowed the other person sat by the window.

You'd been on about five different phone calls, three different papers you had written on and about 7 different times you opening up your laptop and connecting your camera to it and viewing, sending and saving photos from the camera.

You were so focus, wanting and having to get this work done you didn't even notice the whispering right across from you and the looks you were given on the other side of the plane.

"That right there is a famous photographer named, Y/N Y/L/N.., isn't she pretty?" Henry whispered to the two little ones siting next to her.

The blonde headed one turned her head fast as hell to get a good look like the pretty lady her father was talking about.

The brown haired one laughed as she pointed at you and said "Th-tat won..? da-addy.. th..tat won!?"

Henry's face full of embarrassment as he choo'd at the young girl for her to stop being loud, "Oooo daddy got a b-big fawt cruwsh on a jiiirl"

Henry looked at the blonde pointing a finger at her to shush as they laughed a giggle even more which caught her attention.

You made eye contact with the brown haired girl as she smiled and giggle at you which exposed a big sweet looking smile from you towards her.

She motioned her hands to you, a heart and pointed at her father which made you pay more attention as her dad brushed her off, "Stop that Autumn.. you going to freak her out."

You just laughed at the girl not even noticing her father just as you turned you head away.

You finally finished more of your work as you were hearing the two little ones babbling around about something,

You figured out to ignore it and mind your business as you used the tv on the seat and picked out a movie, finding dory which was you new favorite Disney show.

Before you could press play, the blonde haired toddler was in the walkway right by your knee..

You smiled at her as you questioned and asked, "Hello there princess, can I help you..?"

She just started up at you for a while before looking back at her sister and then at you.

"Daddy's innn-the t-t-toilet and.. mwe and swissy can-wt!" she complained, dragging her works before stomping her feet as she was embarrassed but trying her best.

You figured she was only about 1or close to 3, still needing speak lessons but was trying her best, you just talked to her as she was a normal child oldest to speak proper, ignoring all the mispronounces and the stuttering.

"You can't what sweetheart?" you said in a smoothing voice wanting to calm her down a bit.

She looked down at you lap for a moment seeing the route for the tv seat, but didn't say a word just pointed at the screen and back at you.

You smiled at you and question, "You and your sissy can watch finding dory?"

She nodded with a adorable pouty lips as you hand out to see if she'll let you carry her, which she gladly accepted snuggling into your embrace and laying her head on your shoulder.

You got to their original seats as you were introduced to the brown haired baby who looked quiet familiar,

You ended brushing it off and greeting the child, "Hi there sweet pea.. your sitting over here all alone like angel, could me and princess.." you paused looking at the toddler in your arms

"Mmm-my nawe iws caw-collie" she says in small pauses, which makes you proud.

"Right, Ms. Y/L/N, and Princess Callie has request to sit with you, madam." you cheered to the chubby toddler,

As she clapped her hands and nodded, "C-callie.., Aw-Autummmn!" she slurred as she point at the toddler in your hands and then at herself.

You sat in their fathers sit with Callie between your legs with the brown headed girl, Autumn was in her own seat.

Not for long tho, you quickly got on Disney plus, searching for something to put on for the both of them just as you heard babbling and cries coming from them both.

"Stawp!.. no! Stawpppp ii..it!" one called out, "nooooo youuuu stAWP!" the other yelled out right after louder

You looked down at both seeing the blonde pushing her sister off of you, trying to keep you all for herself.

You chuckled which caught their attention as they pouted loudly.

The chubby toddler had wet tears coming from out her eyes, a silent sob coming him her as you watched her puffy cheeks turn a bright red,

You put your hands out for her to grab ahold of you as you choo'd at her to not cry, "Oh no.. no need to cry sweet girl,"

"They're enough of me to go around to both of you, okay?" They both just stared at you for a while before you smiled and tickled them both.

"That's the lesson for today, sharing is caring, okay we're on the same level right?" they finally got it with the small giggles that were still coming out of their mouth, they nodded their heads at your question,

You settled Callie back between your lap again, and Autumn on your thigh as she laid her head on your breast relaxing herself.

You were surprise on there attachment on you, which caused you to wonder did they a female figure or even a motherly figure in their life to provide them.

You got your answer quickly as you felt how clingy they were if you only moved a little inch, it was as if they thought you were going to be leaving them very soon,

They ended up calming down, stop whining, clinging on to you as if you were their own mother for them to keep, but you didn't mind.

You guys problem were watching the movie for about a half of 30 minutes when you figured that their father was maybe busy with a phone call.

That thought left you mind as you felt a device slap across your thigh and stopped the young girl from trying to do a password for a phone,

You laughed, "Can I see that Callie.. I'll give it back-I promise."

She gave you the phone just as you opened it you were presented to the lock screen which was a picture of a celebrity.. but not any celebrity the celebrity whose attention you've been wanting for a while, the CELEBRITY YOU WERE CRUSHING ON FOR A WHILE NOW.

You see the picture of Henry Cavill, with Callie clinging to his chess as he held her, and Autumn's legs hanging on his shoulders as she had her head laid on top of his,

They all looked identical by the face, Henry and Autumn looking alike the most by them both having that brown curly texture hair while Callie stood out a little with her dirty-blonde but curly hair.

You were particularly drooling over the picture.. he was such a dilf, like some kind of geek god.

before you knew it, and before you tried,,

You opened your mouth to ask the girls a question just as the brown haired twin called out, "Daddy! hewwooooo daddy!"

The shock-ness written all over you face as you quickly turned your head meeting Henry's eyes as he is staring at you.

"I foo-found cruwsh dada.. see!" You eyes were turning toward him and then the children in you lap, you were all shaken and nervous.

You were trying to from sentences but nothing was working at all, you were so embarrassed-"Sorry.. fuck- this is a mistake.. uhh., I didn't even know they were yours!" you bit your lip,

The girls in your lap were laughing and giggling with those adorable toddler voices and giggles, you could feel your heart racing and your brain melting in seconds.

"It's fine, Y/N.. we seen you when we first arrived on the plane you know, I told them about you." He said as he walked more towards the seat exposing what he had in his hand, "Snawk!!"

You looked down at his hand seeing a bag of Cheetos puffs and two of the baby food puffs.

Just as you felt something missing on you lap, Autumn was about to fall as she was sliding down you lap and pass he sister.

You quickly grabbed her cradling her in your arms as you started to feel a increase in your breath, "Jesus Christ, you almost scared me princess, you got to be careful."

Autumn nodded and apologized, "Sowwy,"

Just as you felt a body slide in next to yours it was Henry, he was so close to you, most likely could even hear his breathing.

"You really good with kids."

You smiled at his words and hummed as you turned the hand with his phone to him, "Callie was close to disabling it.. so I took it."

He claimed it was fine before he unlocked his phone and gave it to the young girl who smiled and mumbled a small "Thank you daddy!"

Which made you and him smile as Autumn pouted a little puffing out her cheeks as she looked back up at you guys.

"Hi Auttie, would you like to play on my phone?" you asked move her hair before her ear as Henry punch her cheek making her move a little as she looks back up at you and nods.

You smile at her before pulling you phone out and doing you password and giving her the phone on YouTube.

You intend to look around and the two kids in your lap, you adore them, just as a voice broke your thoughts, "So, how have you been?"

You looked up at Henry who was already staring at you, smiling as you looked back into his eyes with fiery cheeks.

"I've been okay you know, this whole famous stuff is new to me but I'm working my way though you know." you replied back removing you eyes from and looking out the window.

Henry cleared out his throat before mumbling, "You very pretty."

Which snapped you right out of your thoughts, "Huh,?"

You both turned, facing each other as he tried to avoid your eyes as they were staring down at him, "I said.., your very beautiful and pretty.."

You let out a small laugh and blinked at him before smiling even harder, "Im sorry, sorry-Your an attractive man as well.. all big and strong-which!, Which is a good thing of course!"

Before he could reply back, the babies on your lap were tapping your thigh and hip like crazy to get your attention.

"Y..Y/N, looka!" one started shoving the phone in your face so you can get a better look, "You-cawn have daddy's nwumber!" Autumn called out as she showed you,

your phone on the contacts app..

Callie giggled up a storm as she showed her daddies phone with a random contact and a picture that was really recently.

A picture of the 4 of you, Callie and Autumn in your lap and Henry looking at you loveably and you looking at the Children with a very kind heart.

"Oh Jesus!", you called out as you spotted the phone, "Cal, Auttie.. that isn't Y/N's number girls."

You called to them as Henry watched you, transform into a parental figure for his sweet girls.

"There that's my number okay, you guys are going to call me whenever you can right?" you smiled at the girls in your lap.

They quickly nodded and cheered, "suwccesful mi..mmisson!" they said in sync

"Sorry about that, you can delete my number later."

"No, no it's fine, I'll keep it for whenever they want to be near you, honey." Henry said quickly as you were in shock as he kissed your cheek and let you kiss his daughters forehead.

Before you knew it the plane was landing, you left from their seat shortly after the announcement, and grabbed your lounge which you were helped by Henry as he came in right behind you.

He even helped you find a cab, and place your bags in the trunk, him and his girls were all to sweet and kind to you,

you were most definitely going to miss it, and hoped they'd call you soon.

Once you got home and gotten settled in, you notifications went off on your phone, a message from 'Dada-Henry' you smiled at the contact name before opening the message,

^ ‘the girls said they miss you already, I miss you also.’

You smiled at the message before falling onto your bed and hitting the FaceTime button.

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ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

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

Just Find Me (Part 1)

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

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

Warning: Very fluffy, emotional, love, angsty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 2

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[angryschnauzer]

On Your Knees

Summary: As general maid for 221 Baker Street, you assist most of the residents. However on one quiet night when most of them are out, only one resident returns to his home... a little worse for wear. He thanks you in the easiest way possible.

Fandoms: Enola Holmes 2, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, Drunk Sherlock, Oral Sex (Female Receiving).

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On Your Knees

The cold wind rattled the fragile glass in the frame, a chill advancing into your room even further as the dark night continued. The building of 221 Baker Street was colder than usual, most of the apartments empty for the night due to various parties and festive events happening this time of year meaning the tenants wouldn’t be back until the morning. 

As the scullery maid of 221 Baker Street you were in and out most of the apartments each day, tending to the fireplaces and delivering meals if required. The housekeeper who supervised you telling you where to go and what to do wasn’t around either, though her instruction was rarely needed anymore, you knew the routines of all of the tenants and could read the calendar hung in the kitchen showing who was home and who wasn’t.

At that moment the wind rushed against the window again and you pulled your dressing gown further around your body, shivering beneath your quilt. Glancing at your own laundry you’d hand washed that evening, your bloomers hung on the wooden airer where the chimney breast rose through the building. With every pair you owned doing little to dry in the cold attic room, you cursed your schedule for not giving you time to do it earlier in the day when the sun had been coming through the window. Now you just had your thin nightgown and woollen stockings to keep you warm beneath your dressing gown.

You were drawn from your thoughts by the sound of movement in the hallway far below your room. Freezing you wracked your brain to try to remember if any of the tenants were due back tonight, but none were. Through the eerie quiet of the house there was another bump and a quiet curse. You reached for the large floor brush that still sat beside the door to your room with its dustpan, lifting the brush as a weapon as you opened the door and carefully stepped out onto the old floorboards to peer down through the stairwell. Clinging to your brush you leant forwards over the bannister and peered through the darkness, a single lamp in the hall four floors down barely illuminating the entryway before you suddenly saw a shadow move. Letting out a small gasp you clamped your hand over your mouth as you watched, but that tension evaporated when you recognised the wide shoulders and curly dark hair of the tenant in apartment B;

“Detective Holmes!” you called out, the figure below swivelling rapidly before spinning and looking up.

“Ah. There you are…” a soft hiccup followed as he swayed on his feet.

“I’ll be right down Sir”

Just last week Mr Holmes’ sister helped him into his apartment having had too many drinks at the pub, and it would seem he’d done the same again tonight. Padding on stocking clad feet you descended the stairs quickly, soon arriving in the hallway as Mr Holmes swayed a little on his feet;

“Can i help you to your apartment Sir?”

“Oh that would be *hiccup* wonderful Darling”

Hooking your arm around his back and pulling his own arm over your shoulders, you started to help him up the stairs one at a time, before arriving at his apartment. 

“I have a… I have my… dammit” Mr Holmes cursed as he fumbled for his key, and as you glanced down you could see that the bunch of keys in his pocket had caught on the fabric and were stuck. Without even thinking you batted his hand away and slid your much smaller hand into his pocket, moving the keys around until they were no longer snagged on the fabric. You tried not to think of the heat radiating from Mr Holmes thigh, barely separated from your touch by a thin layer of cotton, nor the firm muscle beneath the fabric that flexed as your delicate fingers brushed against it. He answered your silent thoughts with a grunt, before you pulled the keys out and unlocked the door, all whilst he had his arm around your shoulder.

His body was firm and heavy, a welcome weight against your cold frame, and as he swayed you did so too, before he finally pulled his arm free of your shoulders and started to shuck off his coat and scarf, struggling as he went about the task.

“Mr Holmes, Sir, please let me help…”

He swung around, shrugging his shoulders, his coat now held on his arms around his elbows, his wide shoulders only accentuated by the white shirt and silk waistcoat that clung to his torso. Whilst distracted you didn’t spot his flailing, one stray arm of his coat socking you around the chin, and although not hurting you, caught you by surprise and knocked you back where you lost your footing and fell on your bottom. 

“Ta-da! Done it!” he proclaimed proudly, before spinning around; “Where did you…?”

Climbing to your feet you took the bundle of coat from the floor;

“Ah, there you are Darling, didn’t get you did i?”

“Just a little Mr Holmes. Let me hang this up for you”

As you hung the coat onto the hook near the door you heard a gasp and a soft thud, turning to see Sherlock on his knees before you;

“Mr Holmes!”

“My Darling, i am so sorry, so very very sorry”

He had big puppy dog eyes as he looked up at you, his drunken state obviously accentuating his normally muted emotions; I should have been more careful… a heinous crime I have committed to sock a young lady around with my coat, please… please forgive me…”

You tried very hard not to laugh, for this was so far removed from what Mr Holmes was like normally, but also it stirred something within you, to see this big man on his knees before you, his face mere inches from your stomach. 

“Please Darling…” He edged closer, wrapping his arms around your bottom and pressed his cheek to your stomach; “Please forgive me…”

At first you were frozen with fear, this was not only completely out of character for Mr Holmes, but wholly inappropriate, but the long days and lack of sleep perhaps clouded your judgement and you cautiously rested your hand on the top of his head;

“It’s… it’s ok Mr Homes, Sir”

He turned his head and peered up at you;

“Let me make it up to you”

You could only watch in shock as he moved his hands to rest them on your stocking clad ankles, before he started to inch those warm palms up your legs. When he reached your knees his fingertips rubbed soft circles against the backs of your thighs, your nightgown bunching at his wrists. For the whole time you kept eye contact, unable to draw your gaze away until his fingertips reached the top of your woollen stockings and he let out a small grunt of appreciation. He ducked his head forwards and pressed a single kiss to the skin just above the tied ribbons that secured the stockings in place.

“You smell divine” he muttered softly, inhaling deeply before he bunched your nightgown up in one hand and pressed his nose to the apex of your thighs.

“Oh! Sir!”

He pressed a kiss to your soft mound, before his fingers stroked softly along your seam. Never breaking eye contact he lifted one leg over his shoulder, opening you up like a spring blossom. A warm puff of breath warmed your skin before he leant forwards and his tongue found your silken pearl. If it wasn’t for his firm shoulder your leg was hooked over you would have damn near fallen to the floor, you did lose your footing a little, your back falling to rest against the door behind you and your hands found their way to his dark curls. 

The slight tug on his hair seemed to spur him on, his wicked tongue parting your folds, and the appreciative murmur that came from his muffled lips only excited you more. Sherlock knew exactly what to do, and you can’t believe you had never even considered that this fine specimen of a man would be skilled in the art of lovemaking, but because of his cold demeanour it just hadn’t been something you’d thought of. 

You tried to concentrate on the look of bliss on his face, but the way his long tongue was pushing at your secret canal, his nose rubbing against your pearl, it was almost too distracting. Your head slowly fell back until it rested on the wooden door behind you, your eyes fluttering shut as pleasure grew in the pit of your belly. It was only when he moved a little, his lips finding your pearl again and he slid a thick finger into your tight channel did your eyes spring open;

“Oh lord!”

A quiet chuckle came from between your thighs, looking down to see the mischief in his eyes and he winked at you just as he slid a second finger in alongside the first. He crooked them just so as he moved them slowly but firmly, stroking at your velveteen walls, his lips and tongue increasing their efforts until you felt a surge of pleasure, a white hot fire bursting forth from your core and you climaxed with a loud cry of his name;

“Sherlock!”

As your body trembled he slowed his fingers, before pulling them free and holding them up to the faint candle light, inspecting the stickiness on them with a learned curiosity, before he sucked them both clean. He looked up at you as you trembled above him, slipping your leg off of his shoulder and he went to rock back onto his feet, but unfortunately losing his footing and topping back onto his behind;

“Oouf!”

As your nightdress fell back around your ankles and on unsteady legs you rushed forwards to help him to his feet, his eyes a little glazed from his drunkenness. He was like a lead weight, swaying on his feet until you managed to half carry half drag him to the chaise lounge and unceremoniously drop him on the soft cushion, watching as he twisted his body until he was on his back;

“What was i saying? I’m sure i should have thanked you for something…” he was already nodding off to sleep, oblivious to the rich smell of your sex now hanging in the room. 

You let out a sigh before turning and to the quiet background noise of his snores you lit a fire in the hearth to warm the room. Making sure a heavy yew log was placed in the centre of the grate to ensure a long slow burn, you set the fireguard in place. Spotting his long blue dressing gown hanging over a chair, you carefully laid it over his sleeping form, and with one last glance back at him you exited the apartment. At least with the fire in his apartment now going a sliver of warmth would seep into your room that cold night.

[wolferals]

airdrops and dog celebration

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff!

*HC would like to share a photo*

You stared at the screen that had just lit up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Yes.“

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

*Ding* another air drop request.

„Look down.“

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, another air drop sent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then you saw him for the first time.

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

„Hi.“ his deep voice spoke once again.

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

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

„I‘m Henry. And you already met Kal.“

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

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

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

You were speechless. He actively tried to reach out.

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

You wanted to slap yourself for that.

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

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

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

[hertzwritings]

Bruises and bitemarks

A/N: this is a request from the sweet @impossiblyteenagestudent and I am STOKED, I tell you! Request: Ok I've got a smutty ask, based off something that happened this morning. I got a new boss and I met him today, and I kinda recognized him for some reason... we flirted biiig time on my 21st at a club, and now I'm practically living one of my favorite tropes. But what I'm asking is something along the lines of "we had a one night stand a while ago and you left before I woke up and I really liked you but now I'm your boss but you're wearing That Top I wanna take you on this table in the middle of this meeting"

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Pairing: Boss!Henry Cavill x female reader (Coworkers to lovers AU)

Contains: Language, slight fluff, a dash of secondhand embarrassment, smut (MINORS DNI), fingering, rough-ish sex, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, sir-kink

W.C.: 2.240

  Bruises and bitemarks

You drew a deep, steadying breath as you looked to the office, a few nerves settling – not all, but it was the best you could do. You stood a little straighter, clutched your bag and smoothed your skirt down, before you made your way inside to meet your boss and get the tour.

You had been surprised to hear you got the job – because of the pandemic, it was a phone-interview, and you were sure you had botched it greatly, seeing as you were a stuttering mess through most of it. It didn’t help that your boss had the smoothest, most perfect voice with a British accent to boot.

  You had no idea how the office was, how everybody worked and you were only on a probationary period, so you needed to make sure, you made a great first impression. You smiled at one of the first people you met, a slender woman with jet-black hair, who sat at her desk and looked to you with a helpful smile. “I’m so sorry to disturb you.” She waved her hand. “Oh, no issue at all. What can I do for you?” You returned the smile. “I’m looking for Mr. Cavill’s office?” She nodded knowingly and stood, extending her hand to you. “You must be Y/N, the new publicist, right?” “That’s me.” “Great. Follow me, please.” She led you through the desks, smiling and smalltalking with whoever sat there, before she stopped in front of a closed door.

“You had a phone-interview, right?” You nodded. “Oh, girl… Listen, just a warning. The man is sort of intimidating, okay? He’s a giant.” You couldn’t reconcile the soft, smooth voice with a giant man in your head. “I’m telling you, he’s… Yeah.” “I’ll keep it in mind.” “Good.” She grinned widely at you. “I’m Anya, by the way. Welcome to the office!” And with that, she was gone. You gathered yourself for a moment before knocking, and heard the smooth voice call out for you to enter.

She hadn’t been lying.

His back was turned to you, but he was broad, his back and shoulders seemingly endless – his perfectly pressed dress-shirt seemed to strain at the seams across his shoulders and he had a mop of dark brown, slightly curly on top, and he was talking on the phone, his deep voice completely rendering you speechless.

“No, we won’t do that. Why? Because my team deserve more than 5 %. You can let me know what you want to do, but I’d suggest taking our offer, or you’re going to have to outsource, and that, my friend, will cost you dearly.” He hung up and turned around with a smile, that turned to a wondering frown. You understood all too well why, because flashes of images of his thick thigh between your legs, his teeth scraping your neck as he fucked you deeply and his dirty words ran rampant in your mind. The older man by at least 15 years, that you had dreamed of for too many nights, was your boss. Just your damn luck. 

Oh no.

“Uh…. Y/N?” He cleared his throat. “Yup.” Your voice was small and you cursed yourself and your libido far away. “Er… Oh, okay. Yeah, hi.” He smiled softly. “Good to see you.” He gestured to the chair in front of you and you sat down with a nervous smile. “Likewise.” Silence fell between you before he cleared his throat and weaved his fingers together – the very fingers, that had brought a very powerful orgasm to you – and he looked at you and swallowed thickly. “So… I, er…” “Same, honestly.” You understood what he was trying to say. “We should… Keep it professional, right?” You nodded. “Very professional.” You’d just ignore the urge to jump his bones. You could do that. He smiled gratefully and stood.

“Let me give you a tour.”

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It had been just around three weeks, and you were about to implode. You didn’t know if it was on purpose or if it was solely because you were hyperaware of him, but you felt like you were constantly running into him – physically – or he’d have an excuse to touch you. It was torture, trying to stay professional, when he had apparently managed to Pavlov you so much, that a single touch from him made you soaking wet.

It didn’t help that the damn AC went out and the heat in the office was sweltering at this point; you had managed to take off as much as you could without sitting naked at your desk, but you were still sweating bullets. You could feel his eyes on you, as he gave a presentation of the next book, you were going to publish (something with a grey-haired man who killed monsters? You weren’t sure, you really didn’t pay attention to anything but his bulging arms in his t-shirt). The sound of the AC clunking back to life sent a cheer of happiness down the row of coworkers, and you exhaled happily. Thank god.

“Alright, everyone, I… You know what, take an early weekend. You have all worked through literal hell this week, so I think you deserve to go out and enjoy yourself a little. We’ll get back to Geralt and his adventures on Monday.” Everybody filed out of the conference-room, but he stopped you. “Y/N…” His eyes were dark as they landed on your chest, and you realized that your white tanktop didn’t exactly hide your pebbled nipples, that had gone out to full effect when cool air hit them. “Oh, I’m sorry…” He growled and cut you off, stalking to the door and locking it before turning back to you.

“Do you have any idea how hard I have to work to contain myself around you?” He stalked to you, and you backed up, your ass hitting the table. His arms caged you, his large hands resting on the table next to your hips. “How badly I want to take you and I wouldn’t give a damn about the consequences? I’ve been fantasizing about taking you and making you mine in front of the entire office, but I’ve managed to reel myself back.” Your breath hitched as his face came closer and closer to yours – you couldn’t see the blue anymore in his eyes. “But then you wear this fucking excuse of a top, and you expect me to keep myself… What, refrained? Collected? Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me, Y/N? How hard it is to keep a professional attitude around you, when all I’ve been thinking about is how it feels to be buried in you?” You squeaked. “Somewhat.” You replied breathily. He closed his eyes and with what seemed to be a great deal of willpower, he pulled himself away from you, crossed his arms and moved several paces away from you.

Your chest was heaving as you stared him down, your panties a mess already – your nipples were still hard and all you wanted was for him to lose his goddamn composure and fuck the living hell out of you. “You need to leave this room.” “You leave.” You retorted. His eyes flashed. “No, Y/N… You need to go.” “Why? Is this not my workspace as well?” He growled again and his fingers flexed. “I need you to go. I don’t know what I’ll do if you stay here.” You thought about it for a moment and grinned wickedly at him.

“How about your worst?”

He lost all semblance of normalcy and composure as soon as the words had left your mouth, and he was cupping your face in a single stride. His lips slotted over yours in desperation and eagerness, the same tension you had felt clearly lingering on his lips. You moaned against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. It was breathtaking, desperate and completely wild; his tongue was everywhere, his hands on your ass (how did they get there?) and he pushed you back against the table, letting you sit down on it as he cleared the space with a swipe of his hand, the clattering of pencils, stables and whatever else, falling to the ground filled your ears. He settled between your legs, pushing his body against yours. “You’re fucking dangerous, Y/N…” He mumbled against your lips, fumbling to bunch your skirt up on your hips. You were wild now, your hands clawing at his shirt and pants, pulling the shirt out of the careful tuck and undid his belt. “So are you.” You mumbled back, tugging on his lips with your teeth. He snapped his hips, and you felt the shape of him against your thigh. He chuckled at that and did quick work of your panties, stuffing them in his pocket. You gasped as his thick fingers found your soaking hole. “We have to be fast, you understand?” He whispered, curling his fingers upwards and began pumping. You gasped and moaned, and his other hand fell over your lips with a wicked smile playing on his own. “And quiet.” You nodded desperately and rolled your hips to meet his fingers, desperate for release; he sped up, his fingers gliding effortlessly against a spot, that made you see fucking stars and you tossed your head back. “Are you going to be good and cum for me, darling?” His drawl made you lose your breath. Fuck, he was hotter than you remembered. You nodded. “Be a good girl and cum… When you call me sir.” Your entire body had shivers and he slowly removed his hand from your lips, prompting you to finally whisper as you looked him dead in the eye. “Sir…. Please… Can I cum?” You moaned softly as he sped up. “There’s a good girl.” You took that as acceptance and let go, your body trembling under the orgasm, that flooded every, single cell in your body. If you thought the drunken experience with him had been good, this was leagues above. His fingers worked you magically, like he already knew exactly what you needed, and his lips found your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as you rode your orgasm out. “I need… Fuck, Sir, I-I need you in me, please, please…” You were doing your best to undo his belt and push his pants down with trembling hands, and when he chuckled lowly, you damn near lost your mind. “Impatient, huh?” He smiled wickedly. “You have no idea.” You captured his lips with yours again and he quickly pushed his pants down to his knees, before sliding it against your folds – you whined at the feeling of his head catching your clit as he coated himself in your slick. “You need to stay quiet, baby.” He teased your entrance and your eyes rolled back. “Can you do that, or do I need to shut you up, darling?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and rolled your hips, a smile spreading on your lips. “I think you just might have to.” He chuckled darkly and kissed you as he entered you, slowly gliding inside of you inch after tantalizing inch, until he bottomed out with a guttural groan against your open mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good on my cock, baby….” “Sir…” You whispered a moan, letting his name tumble from your lips over and over as he began moving in and out of you, his cock dragging against your walls, that fluttered in response.

He began languidly to fuck you and you whimpered. “Please, just… Fuck me.” You whispered. He didn’t waste a second, grabbing a tight hold to your waist, rutting against you and buried himself deeply and swiftly. He dragged himself out again, before he began fucking you with insane speed, his balls slapping your bare ass with every single stroke of his long, throbbing cock inside of you. You came without warning, a strangled cry stuck in your throat as he swallowed every sound you made with his lips. It was fucking heaven, your walls clenching around him as you came, ripples of pleasure warming your entire body, nerve and cell – you would never want any other man than him. His speed stuttered a few times, his grip tightening on you and he made a solid effort to pull out, but you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, clinging to him. “No!” You whispered frantically. “Fill me. Please, fill me.” “Darling, I…” “I’m on the pill. Please…” You were wanton and needy – he growled and buried his head in the crook of your neck, his cock slamming deeply inside of you, the head hitting your cervix with every thrust, and he groaned against your skin, biting down hard, and stilled completely. He was twitching inside of you, filling you with his hot cum, the warmth of it pooling in you. You were both panting and gasping, him peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Fucking hell, Y/N…” You smiled at him and placed a small, soft kiss on him, before jumping off the table. His spend began trickling down your legs and he watched it with feral eyes. “Need these back?” He asked, holding your panties out to you. You cocked your head to the side. “How about you keep them?” You asked cheerily. He cocked an eyebrow at you and slapped your ass as you walked past him, tucking himself back in his pants.

“Do you have dinner plans?” He asked, following you to your desk. “Now I do.”

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[angywritesstuff]

The one with the Advent Calendar (Day 1)

Summery: You are a true lover of Advent Calendars

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: 18+ only, please don’t read this if you are a minor, poorly written SMUT

You were sitting on the couch patiently waiting for your boyfriend… well it wasn’t true: your patience was running short, you couldn’t stop shaking your leg trying to find a way to keep your mind busy. It wasn’t that you were nervous, you were actually giddy: you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

You weren’t even sure how it came to your attention, you weren’t actually looking for it but while being on the internet carelessly scrolling through page and page of nothing you had seen it and bought it without even thinking about it. And now you couldn’t wait to open it with your boyfriend who was currently taking the longest shower ever.

You groaned totally over with it, you were going to give Henry five more minutes and then you were going to scream murder. He was probably going to make you pay for scaring the hell out of him, but he was going to forgive you in the end, like he always did.

You took a deep breath ready to scream when you heard the shower going off… “Thank god” you huffed. Your boyfriend was a very beautiful man and you loved his cute curly hair but you were going to shave him sooner or later if he didn’t start getting faster at taking his shower… you needed his attention. Now! You laughed at yourself knowing that you would never cut Henry’s hair… you considered it a crime. You didn’t speak to him for a whole day when he did it himself.

“Baby did I hear the doorbell?”- Henry asked as soon as he got out of the bathroom. He was still wearing nothing but a towel on his waist , his hair were still wet and all you could think about was licking the drops of water that was gently running through his chest hairs. You looked at his hair still damped but perfect like always and you agreed with yourself that you could never shave his head. Henry’s hair should be declared patrimony of the world.

“What”- you hadn’t heard a word of what he asked you

“Was there someone at the door? I thought I heard the doorbell while I was in the shower”- he smirked aware of your eyes on him.

“Oh yeah… there was a delivery”- you shrugged unsure if you were ready to share with him what you had bought. You had been giddy until a minute before but now you were starting to panicking a little: he would never judge you but still…

“I didn’t know there was a delivery planned”

“I bought something”- he was looking at you ready to hear more. It wasn’t like you had to tell him, but you were always so happy to show him your purchases -“It’s an Advent Calendar”

He gently rolled his eyes, he really didn’t get your fixation with them, you bought one every year and you were always so thrilled… but you outdid yourself this year

“Didn’t you already buy three of them?”- you had actually bought three calendars but, in your defense, they were very different from one another: one was only make up, the other one was a skincare calendar and the last one had chocolates in it.

��You’re gonna like this one Hennybear”- you smiled at him -“do you wanna share it with me”- you flashed at him your puppy eyes

“Don’t even think about it. I let you put make up on me once already; it’s not gonna happen again baby. I’m sorry”- he shrugged at you. Henry didn’t like saying no to you, but he had to put his feet down sometimes.

You still remembered that day: you were so annoyed during the lockdown, apart from sexy time with Henry, playing with Kal and cooking, there wasn’t much left to do especially when Henry was so taken by his game he almost forgot about you. He had been gaming all day, only saying two words to you during the whole day, so you had started pouting. You had gone to Henry with your pout on and he had been putty in your hands: you had known as soon as he had looked at your big eyes you could have asked him anything and you did. Beside he could whine all he wanted, you knew he had had as much fun as you did that night. And if you had learned something from that night was that your man looked absolutely stunning with a gold highlighter on.

“We both know I could make you do it again, beside…”- you smirked at him while taking the box behind you.

Henry was always astonished at how you could go from sweet little shy girl to vicious minx in merely a second.

“Are you really sure you don’t want to open this one with me”- you asked once again, lightly shaking the calendar.

You saw Henry carefully looking at what you were holding, still doubtful at least until he actually read what was written on the calendar “Naughty &Nice”

He gulped, you always knew how to throw a curve ball at him

“Fuck baby, where did you find it?”

“It wasn’t that difficult. Shall we open the first box?”- you hadn’t even finished talking that he was already opening it. You laughed at his eagerness, he was such a dork. - “Shouldn’t you put some pants on first”- you couldn’t help but make fun of him.

“I’m not gonna need any pants if this goes how I’m hoping it will”- he smirked at you while removing the cellophane. - “So can I have to honors”- he rubbed his hands together

“Sure”- you couldn’t have taken this away from him even you had wanted to

Henry opened the box with the number 1 on it and took what was in it, he didn’t even give you the time to see it that he was already smirking at you while caging you in his arm

“We’re gonna have fun”- he said while caressing your butt with one hand, while the other one hold the mysterious object behind his back

“What is it”- you asked once it was clear he wasn’t going to show it to you

“It’s a surprise”

“Oh come on”- you said- “ come on tell me, I was the one who bought it, this is so unfair”- you huffed at him.

“Take off your clothes, get on the bed and wait for me there with your eyes closed”- you looked at him like he betrayed you, but you knew he wasn’t going to budge on this one. He always liked to take control when your pleasure was involved.

“Fine”- you huffed in the end -“but you better make it worth it”- you screamed from the stares that went to your bedroom floor

“When don’t I”-he screamed at your back

You had been waiting for a couple of minutes when you heard him entering the bedroom, it was clear he was as eager as you because usually he made you wait a lot longer . Apparently he was feeling kind today

You heard him moving around the bedroom but you weren’t sure if he was teasing you, trying to make you open your eyes or if he was actually looking for something. You waited with your eyes closed like he asked anyway, knowing it was going to be worth it

You felt the bed bent a little under Henry’s weight and you could suddenly feel his presence over you. He bit your lips, while gently caressing your thigh with his fingers and you couldn’t help but moan, you loved when he used his fingers on you in any way… wait… those weren’t his fingers

You hadn’t had enough time to actually processed that thought that you heard a buzzing; you were about to ask Henry about it when you felt something vibrate against your clit.

And suddenly you remember the mysterious object of the advent calendar; you wanted to say something… anything, but all you could think about was the feeling of the vibrator against your clit. Henry was feeling merciless it seemed, since he wasn’t giving you even a second to catch your breath, he just kept stimulating you again and again and again.

“Baby”- you tried calling for him. He wasn’t talking and you mentally cursed him… what a bastard , he knew you needed to see him or hear him to come and not only did he tell you to wait for him with your eyes closed, but he also wasn’t talking to you.

You could only feel him lightly against your body: his hairy legs against your smooth one, his breath on your forehead, his hard cock softly rubbing against your hip. But you needed more: you were almost there but you needed more of him.

You opened your eyes and as soon as your eyes met his ocean ones with that splash of brown you came.

“Fuck”- you tried to say -“You’re so mean, why weren’t you talking to me? You know I need you to come”

He still chose not to answer you.

He positioned himself over you and he entered you in a slow motion. You wanted to say something but you were overwhelmed. You had just come and you were feeling on the edge already again just by being full of him. He trusted in and out of you, and you took your hands from the sheets to tag on his curls. He kept trusting and trusting still not talking to you, he only groaned and trusted again and again. You moaned louder as he fucked faster and faster, you were right there once again. You clenched around him and tagged harder on his curls

“Fuck love”- he finally said and if you were more coherent you would be smirking at him victorious right now.

“Come baby, come”- you said… well you asked him and with a last trust he did

Once he made sure you had come once again too, he lied down next to you while trying to catch his breath.

“So are you going to say I’m right now?”- you jokingly asked him while caressing his pecs

“About what?”- he was caressing your naked back sending shivers all over your body.

“About Advent calendars”

“You’re always right love”- you smirked at his answer

“Good boy”- you couldn’t help but gasp when he took you by your waist to tickle you

You couldn’t wait to know what was going to be in the second box of the advent calendar

I would like to be able to post a one shot every day for this one, but let’s be honest I’m not gonna be able to. Beside I’m not that good at writing smut as you can see form this post

But I’ll try at least to update what could be in each box every day.

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️

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Hi - may I ask for an angsty one with Henry Cavill x girlfriend reader: During an evening walk with Kal, she gets attacked by a mugger. Struggling defending herself and Kal, she gets stabbed in the gut, but is so lost on her adrenaline rush she do not even notice! Fleeing the scene, she hurries home with Kal off leash. Already at the door, Henry sees that something is seriously wrong! Excessive use of the words "Im fine" and "Tend to Kal instead", before reader simply faints in the hallway...

It's been a while since I've written anything, so I was incredibly grateful for this request! I hope you don't mind, but I've written this as a Henry AU - Detective!Henry - with multiple parts, as I wanted to expand the story further. Thanks again for your request, part one is below! :)

Dark Side Of Me - Part One

AU Henry Cavill (Detective!Henry) x female reader

Words: 3,754

TW/CW: Angst/whump. Mentions of sex/trying for a baby. Violence/fighting/mugging/violence against an animal. Blood/mentions of injury. Bad language. Mentions of hospital/surgery. Pregnancy/miscarriage.

Notes: This is my very first AU Henry fic! Also, I know nothing about how policemen/police forces work, this is a fan written piece of fiction and I am likely to get something wrong. Anything I have written is for entertainment purposes only, and may not be 100% accurate. Any and all feedback welcome! :)

(Part two can be found here)

Henry was late home again. I wasn’t mad exactly; just disappointed. Laughing to myself- slightly bitterly- at the cliché, I sighed. As a detective superintendent, Henry’s job was incredibly demanding, not just on Henry himself but on his time too. Evenings like tonight happened more often than not, with Henry regularly rushing in through the door, a bunch of petrol station bought flowers balancing precariously on top of the stacks of files in his arms. Tonight was no exception.

“Hiya love, I am so sorry I’m late,” he said, handing me yellow roses, the cellophane wrapped around them rustling as he leaned in for a kiss. I felt my earlier disappointment evaporate somewhat. As a cop’s wife, I’d long ago resigned myself to this life, and was always grateful for all and any time I got to spend with him.

“It’s okay… although, hmm… yellow roses? Must mean you’re not quite finished working yet if you’ve bought me my favourite flowers,” I half-jokingly said to him with a smile. Henry sheepishly smiled back.

“You know me far too well, wife of mine.”

Sighing again, I took the flowers from him and went through into the kitchen to fetch a vase. Filling it with water, I heard Henry fussing Kal, our American Akita dog. I say ours, but it was no secret that Kal was a complete daddy’s boy. I might do the majority of feeding him, walking him and playing with him but the minute Henry was home I didn’t get a look in. Bringing the vase now filled with flowers into the living room, I put them next to the last lot he’d bought me, which were still fresh.

Henry followed me in, wrapping his long arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head as he looked down at the flowers on the table. I could feel the guilt radiating from him, and turned to face him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it, you know I do.”

“I know, I know… It’s just you deserve so much better than these shitty flowers as apologies all the time…” Henry said, running his hands through his dark curly hair anxiously.

“Stop it. They’re lovely,” I soothed, taking his hands in mine and holding them between us. He smiled, a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’re too good for me. I promise, I shouldn’t be too long with this paperwork tonight, and then we can go out for dinner, how about that? You choose where.”

I tried and failed to hide my excitement; eating dinner out together was such a rare occurrence, a real treat. “How about that lovely little Italian place we went to for my birthday last year?” I asked.

“Sounds perfect,” Henry replied, before kissing me gently on top of my head and turning around to remove his work jacket, the sight of his shirt pulling tight across his toned back causing my breath to hitch in my throat. We’d been married just over ten years, yet the test of time had done nothing to dull the allure he held.

In another universe, Henry could have been a model, or perhaps a Hollywood actor, being over six foot tall with his rugged jawline and heart-breaking smile, gentle blue eyes and of course, those super-soft brown curls, with the smattering of grey at the temples. His spent time on his appearance- working out daily with both weights and cardio, resulting in a muscular physique. Even his voice was attractive, smooth and deep. Yet the TV appearances Henry made weren’t red carpet affairs as an A-lister, but press conferences, informing the public of developments in big cases as the lead detective superintendent. The way Henry gave his speeches had a captivating effect, worthy perhaps of an Oscar, yet this wasn’t acting. The serious look on his face, the furrowed brow above dark and stormy eyes, mouth set in a grim line as he told the awaiting media of the criminals he was hunting paired with his tall and imposing stature and his sincere promises with that cultured accent that these dangerous people will be caught were all believed by the rapt and attentive faces in the audience below him, and the worried public watching from home. When Henry was getting statements from terrified victims, he was kind and patient, and many found him easy to open up to and confide in, and again believed him when he vowed to bring them justice. It wasn’t just his words that put people at ease either, his track record for solved cases was near enough perfect, and he never filed away a case until it was solved, even if it meant working on it for longer than was to be expected. And when it came to chasing after and finally catching those he pursued it then became obvious that all the time spent working out at the gym wasn’t for reasons of vanity; his strength and stamina meant the villains were absolutely no match for him, and when he had them opposite him in handcuffs, his intelligence and dark coercion made quick work of getting a confession out of them. His co-workers said that Henry often put them to shame, saying he was going to push them out of a job, yet they were only joking; Henry was a joy to work with, his charming smile and helpful demeanor meant he made friends wherever he went, and his superiors never had a bad word to say about him either and all his reviews always came back glowing. He was universally loved by the public, his peers and of course, by me. I was in awe of him every day, and counted myself more than lucky that I was the one he’d asked to be his wife, even if I did have to share him with the job; it was worth it.

Henry caught me staring. “Like what you see, hmm?” he winked, and laughed out loud when I blushed.

“Hey, I won’t be made me to feel embarrassed for lusting after my own husband!” I replied, playfully swatting at him. “But as a matter of fact, yes I do like what I see.”

“Well maybe you can see more of it later, after dinner, if you’re lucky,” he purred, and I felt my body heat in response. “And if we’re both lucky, tonight might be the night we make a little Henry or Y/N… what do you think?”

I looked up at him in adoration. We loved our life together, being happily married and each had our own careers, our beautiful town house in the center of London, and of course, our wonderful Kal, but recently we’d decided that we wanted to expand our family and felt it was time to start thinking about welcoming a baby of our own into our lives. It was difficult to try properly with how busy Henry was with work, so we’d had a long chat about how we weren’t going to get our hopes up too much, I was just going to come off my contraception and we’d see what happens. I was genuinely okay with this arrangement, however whenever he said things like that it made my heart swell.

“I love you, Mr Cavill,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Mrs Cavill,” he replied, kissing me deeply.

Just then, Kal’s whining from the hallway floated into the living room; we both knew he was sat by his leads hanging up by the front door as it was time for his nightly walk. Usually Henry and I took him out together. Henry looked guilty again.

“How about I take him whilst you get the rest of your work done? Then by the time I get back we can both get ready and head out for dinner?” I said.

“Are you sure? I don’t like the idea of you going out on your own…”

“I won’t be on my own, I’ll be with Kal,” I assured him. “Plus, I won’t take him far, just through the park and around the block?”

“Okay, but take your phone, and keep an eye on your surroundings,” he said, worriedly.

“Yes, Detective Cavill, sir!” I laughed, making him smile. “Honestly, I’ll be fine. See you in a bit.”

Kissing him quickly and telling him again that I loved him, I grabbed Kal and we both flew out the front door, leaving Henry at his desk surrounded by his paperwork, all of us blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

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It was a typical November evening; pitch black already even though it was barely 7pm, cold and blustery, with the threat of rain hanging in the air. I wish I’d put on something thicker than my old rain mac, and was glad I was only taking Kal on a short stroll. We’d been through the park already, the huge fluffy bear happily stopping and sniffing every lamppost and flowerbed we walked by, his tail constantly wagging. We were now walking back towards our house down the back alleys, and even though I’d said to Henry I’d be fine, I couldn’t help feeling slightly on edge; I suppose this was part of being a policeman’s wife, always aware that there could be danger lurking in the dark. I was grateful for my huge dog and his intimidating presence, well, as intimidating as he could be with his big slobbery smile and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. I laughed at his infectious joy and ruffled his ears.

“Not long now boy and we’ll be home in the warm,” I said to him conversationally. “I wonder how you dad is getting on-“ I stopped mid sentence. Kal’s mood had suddenly shifted; his ears flattened back, and a growl was beginning low in his throat. I looked around for whatever it was that had spooked him, getting my phone out of my pocket, Henry’s number first on my speed dial. I didn’t get chance to call as a hand flew out of the darkness, knocking the phone out of my hand; I heard it shatter somewhere on the concrete behind me.

“Not the night for a pretty little thing like you to be walking alone,” said a voice. Kal bared his teeth as a man emerged from the shadows. He was wearing a dark tracksuit, a cap pulled low over his face. I didn’t answer him, my eyes darting for an escape route. We were so close to home, if I could just run…

“I know you,” the stranger said. “You’re that cunt cop’s missus. I’ve seen him on the telly, seen you both out together.” Still, I said nothing. “Reckon you’ve got some decent dosh on you if you’re married to a pig…”

“Look, I’m just out walking my dog,” I said, frightened but firm. “I don’t have anything to give you, I don’t have my bag with me. Please, leave me alone…” I tried to move past him, but he stepped into my path, blocking me.

“Hmm, that won’t do… what about the dog? Bet he’s worth some money,” his mouth split into a menacing grin under the cap as he moved to snatch Kal’s lead from me. I pushed him back with as much power as I could muster, hoping it would be enough to make enough time to escape and run home, but I wasn’t quick enough. His fist pulled back and then rammed into my face with so much force that I felt my nose break, and I screamed.

Kal launched himself between me and the mugger, attempting to bite his hand, the one that had punched me, but again the man powered up his fist, this time hitting Kal on his snout and he yelped.

“No! Leave him alone!” I screamed again. The stranger laughed viciously, punching Kal again and this time I got in front of him, flailing at him, attempting to hurt him in any way I could, any way that would stop him for beating my dog, stealing him…

“You fucking bitch, get off!” he yelled, and then howled in pain as Kal’s teeth finally connected with their target; his tracksuit sleeve was shiny with the same blood that was now smeared on Kal’s muzzle. He was now completely enraged, and he plunged his hand into his trouser pocket; I saw a glint of silver as he ran like a bull to a red flag towards Kal… I jumped in front my dog, arms outstretched, protecting him from the incoming assault, and just in time, our attacker’s hand connected with my stomach rather than Kal’s face, punching me harder than I was expecting, pain shooting across my abdomen, and I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs, winding me. Quickly though I regained myself, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I screamed louder than ever, propelling my entire body at him and finally, he fell, landing flat on his back on the pavement, slick with his own blood.

“Kal, come on! Let’s go! Get home!” I shouted frantically, and Kal took off, his lead lost in the struggle, with me running behind, not looking back, only forward, to help, to Henry.

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Back at home, Henry looked up from the case report he’d lost himself in, at the clock on the mantelpiece, and was surprised to see how much time had passed since you and Kal had left for their walk. You should have been back by now, and immediately he felt ice plunge into his stomach; something was wrong, his detective instincts were telling him. Grabbing his phone he dialled your number, and was dismayed when he heard your voicemail message. Anxiety prickling at him, he quickly thought through options. Logic was telling him not to panic, maybe you’d just run into someone you knew and were chatting? But he knew better; you never went anywhere without a charged phone, and you’d always let him know if you’d be late home, even if was only going to be a couple of minutes. Throwing a hand through his hair agitatedly, he decided he would go over to the park, see if he could find you both. That’s when he heard a dog’s howl and his heart stuttered with fear.

Henry ran towards the sound of the animal, praying it wasn’t Kal, hoping against hope it was another dog, and threw open the back door to see Kal sprinting up the garden path, the akita throwing himself into Henry, whining desperately.

“Kal! What is it boy? Where’s your mum? Is that- is that blood?!” Henry held Kal’s face in his hand trying to inspect it, but Kal barked and wrenched himself away from Henry’s grasp, turning his head in the direction of the bottom of the garden. Henry followed his gaze and saw you, still upright, but barely, staggering through the gate. Henry flew towards you.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?!” he cried, grabbing you, holding you up. He could see blood on your face too, coming from your nose. Anger coursed through him.

“Henry, oh my god, Henry, this guy, he tried to… he punched Kal… hurt Kal…”

“Kal is okay… come on, let’s get you in, you’re bleeding…”

“No, no, I’m fine, need to check Kal… Kal…”

Henry suddenly had the realisation that something was seriously wrong with you, something more than the obvious broken nose. You were shaking severely, ice cold and pale. He held you at arm’s length, eyes raking you up and down, checking for… oh god, he thought, no, no, no…

A dark stain was blooming across the bottom of the purple raincoat you were wearing… Henry ripped it open and pulled off your t-shirt; it ripped away easily and Henry cried out vehemently at the sight of the wound underneath. It was clear you’d been stabbed. No, no, no…

“Henry?” came your quiet voice. “Henry?”

“It’s okay love, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on, I’m going to get you some help…” Henry’s voice caught as you fell to your knees, head lolling against your chest. “Come on Y/N, come on, you’re okay, you’re going to be okay…” He lifted you into his arms, speeding into the house and lying you down on the sofa, the blood flowing too fast from the hole in your stomach. I’ve got to stop the bleeding, Henry thought, his mind going into emergency mode.

“Kal… we need to help Kal… he hurt our Kal, Henry…” you whispered from the sofa as Henry whipped the tablecloth away from the dining table with one hand and dialled the emergency number with the other.

“I know, look, he’s okay though, see?” Henry said as he used the tablecloth to attempt to stop the bleeding; in an instant it was soaked through. Kal whimpered slightly, peering at you worriedly from behind Henry. You smiled faintly, and then, suddenly, your face went slack as a trickle of bright scarlet blood flowed from the corner of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in your head. You went completely still, and Henry saw, with icy terror flooding into his mouth, that you had stopped breathing. Roaring your address down the phone to the operator, he tossed the phone aside and started CPR. Come on, come on… don’t die, you can’t die… he thought desperately. Please, please, don’t let her die… I’ll do anything, please don’t take her from me…

He openly cried with relief when the ambulance arrived and the paramedics raced in, immediately taking over from Henry with the CPR, and sobbed when he saw you take a breath. He stood on the front step, watching as they sped you away with full blue lights and sirens- “we’ll be taking her into surgery Mr Cavill, if you can follow behind us” – and as the adrenaline left his system, he looked down to see his shirt and hands completely covered in your blood, and he fell to the floor, the sobs wracking his body as they clawed their way up his throat.

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Kal, Henry thought, composing himself and rushing back inside to check on the dog. He found him shaking next to the blood-soaked sofa, and checking him over thoroughly, it soon became apparent that Kal hadn’t been stabbed either, to Henry’s immense relief.

“Come here, boy,” he said, holding out his arms, to which Kal gratefully nuzzled in to. Henry held him until they both stopped shaking, and retrieving his phone, Henry called one of his brothers who thankfully lived close by, and promised to be there in less than ten minutes to take Kal to the vet for a check up, just in case.

As he cuddled Kal and waited for his brother, Henry had a thought, his detective mind coming back into focus now the shock was wearing off. That blood on Kal’s muzzle, I don’t think that’s hers… Standing up, he went to his work bag and got out one of the blood-sample tubes he kept in his field kit. Speaking to his dog in calm, soothing tones, he put on a pair of rubber gloves, and carefully scraped off the drying blood from Kal’s fur, before screwing the lid on tightly and dropping the tube into an evidence bag, which he then put in his pocket.

Just then, Henry’s brother arrived, and Henry hurriedly caught him up, and they gave each other a swift hug before each of them raced off in their respective cars, one to the vet and the other to the hospital.

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“Detective Superintendent Cavill, hi,” said the on-call surgeon to Henry as he strode into the ICU. Henry recognised him, having worked with him before on past cases, and was pleased it was him who had been the one to operate on you tonight.

“Hey, doc. How is she?” Henry asked, trying to keep the worry from his voice, and failing.

“It was touch and go for a while, and she is in a critical but stable condition. The next twenty-four hours will give us an idea of her prognosis,” replied the surgeon. “Although, I’m afraid I do have some bad news…”

“Bad news?” A hundred different thoughts and scenarios raced through Henry’s mind; panic threatened to overwhelm him.

“Perhaps it’s best if we sit down for a minute,” the surgeon led him to a private room. “When we were operating, we noticed Mrs Cavill was hemorrhaging not only from her abdomen, but from her uterus too. She was… she was pregnant, but the trauma to her body from the stabbing was too much. We did everything we could to stop it, but she miscarried. I’m so sorry.”

The doctor’s voice was drowned out by an odd whirring in Henry’s ears. His voice seemed disconnected to his body. “She was pregnant?” he whispered.

“I understand this is a shock. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.” The surgeon looked at him with pity.

Henry stood up, hands thrown through his hair again; his giveaway tell for stress. “Yeah doc, um, do me a favour actually. Don’t tell her, if – when – she wakes up. I’ll tell her, I want to be the one.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Thank you. Will she be okay if I step out for a while? I need to get to the station, see if we can start going about catching whoever did this…”

“Absolutely; she’s in the best place. I will call if anything changes.” The surgeon stood too.

“Thanks doc,” Henry grasped and shook the surgeon’s hand, before leaving the private room and heading down the corridor to see you.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him. Of course, over his years in the force, Henry had seen plenty of disturbing and upsetting scenes, but this, seeing his wife, the woman he was in love with, his whole life led on that bed surrounded by wires and beeping machines, a thick white bandage wrapped around her torso, an oxygen mask dominating her face… this was definitely the worst. And to know you had been pregnant… cold anger and grief washed over him, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“I’ll find who did this,” Henry whispered as he leant over and kissed your forehead. “I’ll find him and I’ll make him pay in every way I can, I promise.”

As he headed down the corridor and out of the hospital, the little vial of blood in its evidence bag burned a hole in his pocket.

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Part Two can be found here

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My wife is fine, thanks

pairing: Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader

summary: I LOVE YOUR HENRY CAVILL POSTS!So can I request an Instagram blurb for wife!reader (obv for Henry Cavill), where fans react to wife!reader and henry having an age gap (10+). (requested by @chaotictwig)

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@/hellostarsky: Can everyone stop hating on Henry, so what if he’s 39 and she’s 28?? They’re both legal consenting adults, he did not groom her and treats her with the utmost respect. She does not need the stress of you guys while she’s pregnant with their baby.

@/caviilll: I don’t care what anyone says, Y/n and Henry are so mf cute. The way he spoils the hell out of her and just always holds her close♥️♥️ If only

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@/relatimefr: Ok but their age gap is so weird, she was being born when he was like 11 wtf

>> @/Prettyprincess: They lit started dating at 24 and 35, you can calm yourself honey, they did nothing but fall in love☠️

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@/Henry Cavill: Happy 29th birthday to my lovely beautiful wife, the future mother to our baby(ies) and my best friend in life. Glad to be doing life with you and no one else, can’t wait to see you when I get home tonight, both you and baby Cavill ♥️

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@/Holymacsncheese: But their age gap suits them sm, Y/n makes sure Henry keeps up to date with all the new things today, and he grounds her to a sense of comfort and love. They compliment each other so much, match made in heaven I say

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@/Polypockets: yall acting as if he groomed her straight out of highschool, they literally met on set where she had to play his wife, yall just jealous cause it ain’t you 💋

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@/Y/nCavill: 35 Weeks today! Baby Cavill is now officially nearly here, unfortunately i’ll be taking a break from future projects for some time, I want to finally settle down and accept my new role. The role of motherhood. Hope you all understand, Y/n xx

>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying that, after this new movie I will also be taking a break for the next year or so, who knows. Just would like you all to know that I appreciate those who support us wholeheartedly, and I can’t wait to start this new journey!

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@/User19204726: That picture of Henry showing Y/n new dresses in the maternity shop while she’s sitting watching him, is the cutest thing. She was too tired to walk about the shop, so he literally went around and got everything to have a mini fashion show for her

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@/pumpituplease: God bless Y/n for posting pictures of Henry painting the nursery, that man is giving real dilf material now, and we can’t forget about the milf Y/n. Sexiest Power couple for realsies

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@/geraltlovers: Omg I thought we were over the whole age gap thing?! Why the hell are papers still calling him all these names and calling Y/n naïve?? They lit have a child together, get a grip

>> @/petalsforpeps: omg ikr, like get over yourselves because they don’t care about what you have to say

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@/Y/nCavill: Henry and I would like to welcome baby Penelope into the world, she arrived on September 25th and is currently rocking it! No pictures will be shared, hope you all understand that ♥️

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@/cpatainsy: HENRY IS A DAD GUYS OMG, HIM AND Y/N’S BABY IS GONNA ACTUALLY SLAY THE REAL WORLD. WE BETTER PREPARE OURSELVES!!

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@/rainbowsncakes: Omg that photo Y/n posted with Henry’s back to the camera, you can just see the tiniest bit of baby Penelope’s hair out of the corner of his arm, AND ITS DARK HAIR, SHE GOT HIS CURLY HAIR I BET

>> @/lotsoocks: YOO ACCORDING TO HENRY’S MUM’S POST, BABY PENELOPE CAME OUT ROUGHLY THE SAME SIZE HENRY WAS WHEN HE WAS BORN. POOR Y/N

>>> @Y/nCavill: NO BECAUSE THIS IS TRUE, 38 HOURS OF PURE HARD LABOUR. Thankful for all the nurses, doctors, midwives and especially my bear of a husband who didn’t leave me alone once♥️

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@/user823783: Fuck this family bullshit, when is Henry gonna back to our screens?!

>> @/HenryCavill: i’m sorry but I don’t tolerate anyone speaking about my family like that, a fan of mine wouldn’t speak of people I love like that. We want to live a peaceful life full of love, if you can’t respect that then i’m glad i’m not back to work yet. Family comes first.

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@/HenryCavill: I love my wife @Y/nCavill and my gorgeous daughter Penelope, the exact double of me I must say (sorry babe) I also love the people who support me, and it hurts me to say that it’s a minority of you that seem to keep harassing my family. Please respect our lives, not only has our relationship been through enough, but our privacy has been violated more than enough times. Enough is enough.

>> @/jellyjumpbean: What sorta losers are still hating on them?! Can we please grow up and stop being delusional, the man is happy with his own family now. None of then deserve this abuse and especially not little Penelope who hasn’t even been here 5 minutes

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@/Dcornarvel: Y/n is absolutely growing post pregnancy, you would never guess that she’s edging 30, Henry is one lucky man for real

>> @/HenryCavill: That I am. Thank you very much my friend ♥️

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[keanureevesisbae]

Okay so here’s a thought: college with young Henry and being assigned to make an assignment with him but you think he had never noticed you because he is quite popular and you’re like not unpopular but also not popular. And then: while working on the assignment in his dorm room late at night the door knob breaks and you two are stuck in his room for the entire night 😈

Yes I’m in love with young Henry

Uhu, college boy!Henry just hits different. asdfhalksdfjaksdjf

College boy!Henry Cavill x female!reader

Summary: You and Henry are paired up for a college assignment. When one day you get locked in his room, something is bound to happen.

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: Sex (like fingering, orgasms, p in v sex, you know)

If Prince Eric went to college, he would look like your classmate Henry Cavill. He always looked casual, yet put together. His curly hair slightly disheveled and all over the place, but it had its appeal and charm. And then you had that smile.

That damn smile of his.

The two of you almost shared every class and he made it difficult to concentrate. He just demanded everyone to look at him.

You kinda wished he was an asshole, so you had less difficulty with being so infatuated by him, but that wasn’t the case with Henry Cavill.

The son of a bitch was nice too.

You really didn’t wanted to be that girl who had a crush on him, especially when you were sharing your crush with at least a dozen others. Henry was popular and he knew he was well loved. Flashing the professors cheeky smirks, helping female students with the door or their books. But those female students were always the popular ones.

And you weren’t.

You had quite some friends, but you were no where near as popular and well loved as Henry Cavill.

When one time the professor announced you had to work together in pairs he made, you wanted to curse him. The audacity of him to force you to work together with who knows who—

‘Y/N Y/L/N and Henry Cavill.’

Oh fucking no! You couldn’t possibly work with Henry Cavill. He was gorgeous, charming and funny. You on the other hand knew your way around when it came to people you actually knew, but working together with mister perfection? That was a task you never had to do before and weren’t exactly sure if you were capable of doing now.

You were afraid Henry didn’t even know who you were, but you saw him gather his stuff and get up, walking over to your seat. ‘Hi,’ he said, a charming smile on his lips like usual.

‘Hi,’ you managed to say, a little bit taken aback by the fact he knew who you were.

‘Guess you’re stuck with me for the upcoming months,’ he chuckled, taking a seat next to you with that much confidence you could only admire. Like that would be considered a punishment.

Over the course of the next two weeks, you got to work together a lot and finally you were becoming less uptight and more relaxed around him. It was easy, as he would give you undivided attention when he was with you, turning off his phone when his friends would spam him with messages and invitations for parties. He even admitted that he usually just does his assignments in a way he’ll pass by just a few points, but now he would work extra hard, since you two were in this together and he didn’t want to fail you.

And that was the most romantic thing someone had ever said to you (yes, the bar was that low).

Every time you would work together, he brought something for you: snacks, drinks and sometimes even an extra jacket or hoodie, because he knew how cold you’d become when the two of you were stuck in the library and how stubborn you were when it came to bringing extra warm clothes with you.

‘Come on,’ he one day said, when you were already on route to the library, ‘we’re going to my place.’

‘Why?’ you asked, your heart already beating way too fast for it to be considered healthy.

‘I don’t like that place and I have snacks over at my room.’

You were too easily persuaded by food, so you simply nodded and followed him.

His dorm was much nicer than yours. It was a little bit distanced from the other dorms, he didn’t share it with anyone and it wasn’t as noisy as yours.

His dad must be rich and paid a fortune for a place on campus like this one.

Henry’s room was decorated in a way you didn’t expect. You expected a tower of beer bottles, multiple posters of females in their underwear and just an overall messiness. However, it was clean, more on the minimalistic side and was that poster on the wall art?

Boy, did you sleep with the typical college students and did you really miss out with this one. You awkwardly sat on the edge of his bed after shimmying out of your thick coat. Henry was a better host than you were, because he immediately offered you a blanket, something to drink and gave you a piece of your favorite chocolate.

He remembered.

Your crush had definitely intensified over the course of these weeks, because you discovered he was even more perfect than you had envisioned him.

The two of you sat on the bed, both with a laptop in front of you, typing away and a little closer to finishing the assignment.

By the time it was around eight in the evening, you stretched your body and said: ‘I gotta go.’

‘Sure thing, lemme grab my coat and I’ll walk you to your room.’

He would always do that and today was no different.

He is so damn perfect.

Henry wanted to twist the doorknob, only for it to break in his hand. The screws broke off and despite his best effort to pry it open, you knew one thing: you were stuck in his dorm. Phone call after phone call and finally he broke the news to you that you had to stay the night, because they were gonna fix it tomorrow.

At around ten in the morning.

You started panicking. You had to sleep here? You mean, you could’ve ended up in a sleazy dorm, but this enormous floor paid for by Henry’s probable rich daddy has a shower, a toilet and a lot of extra space.

While that is a pro, the only con is that while you might be semi friends, spending the night feels quite intimate.

Besides, you didn’t have anything with you.

This was gonna be an interesting night.

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Henry had a crush on you. He knew who you were, even before the two of you had to work together. He usually did the bare minimum for college and assignments, but once he got to work with you, he actually started trying.

He loved having you around and go an extra mile for you.

So when you had to stay the night, he didn’t mind. No, he liked it even. Because you weren’t prepared to stay over, you wore his shirt and sweats of his. He accidentally already caught a glimpse from you, wearing nothing but a thin thong that left very little to the imagination, before you pulled his pair of sweatpants over your legs and bottom.

Henry moistened his bottom lip when he saw you sitting on his bed, your hair up in a ponytail. He hated how he couldn’t get the image of you in a thong out of his mind, the tent in his own pants almost becoming obvious.

You two talked the entirety of the night away and you even casually mentioned how you slept with a few guys during your time here, but it was nothing that special. He knew about it, even prior to you telling him. He hated the fact you wasted your time on those guys. He heard them brag about the girls they slept with and even heard them bragging about you, which infuriated him. You were special, but for them you were just one of the many they slept with.

He didn’t need to be there to know it was never about you, it was about the guys themselves, chasing their own highs and using the girls as breathing human fleshlights.

Henry had thought a lot about how you deserved the world, to be worshipped.

‘You’re saying you never had an orgasm before?’ Henry asksed in disbelieve once you dropped that bomb.

You cleared your throat. ‘No, never,’ you admitted. ‘It’s just that guys are too quick and I myself never get to that point.’

Henry nodded. ‘I can solve that problem.’

You started to giggle. ‘Henry? What?’ You shoved his side, expecting him to laugh with you, but he didn’t. ‘Wait, you’re serious?’

‘Of course,’ he says, with a simple shrug.

Judging from your smile and your gaze, you didn’t mind. As you leaned against the wall, he kneeled in between your legs, after he gently spread them apart. You had a smirk toying on your lips, slightly mischievous, but he saw you were a little shocked as well.

‘Henry, are you sure?’ you asked. ‘I mean, you don’t have to.’

‘You want it?’ Henry whispered, as he pushed his hands underneath your shirt and placed them on your sides.

You nodded. ‘I do.’

He pushed your shirt up, throwing it behind him and with ease he unhooked your bra. He always thought you had a body to die for, because you were pretty keen on tighter outfits, sometimes with a teasing amount of cleavage. He understood guys wanted you, especially because you had this mysterious beauty over you.

He licked his lip, before wrapping them around one of your hardened nipple. He felt you holding your breath, but when you let out a shaky, whimper like breath, he knew you were enjoying it. Especially when you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

Henry pressed kisses in between your breasts, before you took ahold of his face, forcing him to look up at you. You slammed your lips on his. Shit, you were desperate.

You moaned against his mouth and he couldn’t stop his chuckle. This was truly happening. He pulled back, helping you out of the sweatpants and flimsy thong you were wearing, before he got rid of his own clothing.

You wanted to grab his hard shaft, already willing to please him, but he was faster. A whole lot faster. He quickly seized your wrist. ’Not today, Y/N,’ he says, pressing a kiss on your fingers. He helped you get comfortable on his bed, as he laid down next to you on his side. His hand slid down as you spread you legs. He squeezed your thigh.

‘Kiss me,’ you said.

He willingly obliged and your lips met his. As you opened your mouth, your tongue evading, he moistened his fingers between your swollen slit. You gasped, as he let one finger slip inside. He moved slowly, allowing you to get used to him, before he pushed in another finger.

‘Fuck, Henry,’ you moaned.

His thumb toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves. ‘There you go,’ he whispered in approval, as you bit your lip.

It took him awhile, but he saw your walls crumbling down, especially when he got in between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit, as he thrusted his fingers deep in and out of you. Your fingers tangled up in his hair, pulling him closer and closer.

And then he felt it. Your walls clenching around his fingers. Your chest going up and down, before you came. Your legs were shaking, your fingers were fisting the sheets as the wave of pleasure rushed over you. When you came down from your high, he withdrew his fingers and leaned forward. Tears had escaped from your eyes and the mascara you still wore had run over your cheeks. He pressed his chest against yours and you snaked your arms around his neck.

‘You’re quite talented, Henry,’ you admitted.

‘You didn’t think we were done, right?’

‘I wouldn’t dare,’ you whispered, one hand slid in between you two, wrapping your fingers around his hard member. You pumped him once, no twice, your thumb running over his tip. He clenched his jaw as you lined him up near your entrance. His entire length sunk into your throbbing cunt and he grunted as he bottomed out entirely.

Henry had to take a breather, pressing a peck on your kissable lips. ‘Can I?’

You nodded. ‘Of course.’

He tried to go slowly, but his thrusts slowly sped up and your moans became louder and louder, adding more fuel to the fire. You bucked up your hips to meet his thrusts. He felt it again. You clenching tightly around him.

‘Fuck, Henry, I’m close again,’ you whimpered, before shaking underneath his broad frame. He tried, he really did, but he felt him nearing a point of no return imminently.

His hips stuttered against yours, when thick ropes of his seed painted your walls. He rode out his high, making sure not one single drop was wasted. He pushed himself deeper inside of you, before he gently laid on top of you. ‘You okay?’ he asked carefully.

‘I am.’ Goosebumps arose on your sweaty body. ‘You solved a problem,’ you chuckled.

He couldn’t help but smile. ‘Allow me to clean you up,’ he said, pulling out as you pushed your legs together.

After he cleaned you up and helped you in a shirt of his, he slid in the bed next to you, pulling you closer to his body. You draped your leg over his and placed your head on his chest. ‘This might be odd,’ he whispered, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

‘Enlighten me,’ you said.

Henry smiled. ‘Wanna go on a proper date tomorrow? No school work, just you and me getting to know one another better.’

‘You know me pretty well already,’ you chuckled. ‘But I’d love that, Henry. I really do.’

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[grimoireofhayley]

OTHERWORLDLY

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: Contains season 4 spoilers, anxiety, swearing, vomit, some sexual tension, graphic descriptions of Eddie being a perv.

Summary: During the final episode of Stranger Things 4 and Eddie's death, your tv started bugging out. The lights flickered, the house shook and the fourth dimension broke; Eddie Munson was in your universe, alive and confused.

A/n, I couldn't stop thinking about this idea and I'm definitely turning it into a series once my Colourful Mind story is complete (it'll have 6 parts!). I also apologize if it's short and seems rushed, it is almost 2:00 am where I live, I have twins and I'm tired... 😅 but I HAD to share my idea before I lost it or forget to post it. Editing will underway tomorrow!

Plopping onto your bed, the mattress sank, engulfing you in comfort as the satin sheets tousled around your frame, submerging you in bliss. You rolled on your side, pulling the blanket with you, reaching for your Sony controller and pressing x to continue your show; Stranger Things.

Volume two had just released and you planned to spend the rest of the afternoon in your Alien print pyjamas, snacking on Cool Ranch Doritos and binge-watching the last two episodes of season 4, mainly, to see if Eddie lives or dies.

Like every other person on this planet, you grew an unhealthy attachment to the boisterous character of Eddie Munson; dreaming of his dark-chocolaty eyes, long-curly hair and those ring-cladded fingers.

He was definitely your new obsession, knocking Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia from his spot as number one.

However, you were on the last episode and at the part where Eddie is on the ground, unable to move and choking on his own blood.

"I didn't run this time, right?" His words echo from the television and a knot bubbled in your stomach, tears brimming in your eyes.

"No, but you should have!" You yelled at the image.

"I think it's finally my year, Henderson...." Eddie chokes, crimson sputtering out of his mouth, "I love you, man."

Your lip quivered, watching the heartbreaking scene unfold, Dustin cried, holding his friend in his arms.

"I love you too—"

White noise interrupted the dialogue and coloured lines flashed across the glass.

You quirked a brow, frustration swelling to the surface.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" You growled, hopping off your bed and made your way in front of the flatscreen, repeatedly clicking the power button underneath it, trying to turn it off, but it didn't work.

The TV was completely frozen on the static-like vertical rainbow that drowned the screen.

You hit the side of it, seeing if that would do the trick, but to your dismay, it didn't.

Your reached for the outlet, unplugging it. You twirled the plug around your finger, your left hand on your hip as you tilted your head, trying to figure out why your $800 purchase wasn’t working.

However, the TV soon flicked on on it's own as the lights in your room went haywire.

"What the fuck—" You cut yourself off, dropping the plug to the ground, feeling the earth beneath your feet crumble.

"Holy shit, holy shit!" You screeched, fear evident in your hues and you backed up against your bed, falling onto it.

The TV wobbled, it's picture coming back and Dustin appeared, repeating the words 'I love you too,' but there was no Eddie in his arms, in fact, there wasn't any sign of him anywhere, he was just holding onto air where a body should be.

The picture went out again, a bright glow illuminating from the box.

"What the hell is going on!" You cried, gripping your sheets as the bed swayed with the floor, you closed your eyes shut, shielding yourself from the harsh light.

...THUD...

Then quiet.

Then Darkness.

The shaking stopped.

You let out a breath, slowly opening your eyes, 'What was that thud?'

You moved quietly across your bed, not wanting to startle whatever it was that made that noise.

You peaked over the edge, eyes widening and your breath caught in your throat.

"Holy crap." You whispered, your attention on the figure who laid on the ground. "There's no-fucking-way..."

You gulped, bringing your finger to poke at the male who was on his side.

"Eddie?" You questioned, jabbing your index finger into his shoulder, startling him to his feet.

Panic washed over the tall-brunette.

He shuddered, unable to speak, confusion laced across his features.

You eyed him with curiosity; he patted at his jeans, pulled at his jacket and danced his fingers towards the wounds that were once apparent on his sides. He was awe-stricken; his shredded shirt was whole again and his blood was no longer pooling around him, staining his skin. He was healed, alive and well.

"What the—" He shook.

You coughed slightly into your hands, gaining Eddie's  attention.

His mouth hung ajar, looking at you.

"Who are you? What happened and where am I?" He flaunted questions, nausea building up, you were going to answer, but he held his finger up at you, "Hold that thought." He groaned, puffing out his cheeks, spotting a garbage pail at the corner of your room and ran towards it.

He retched into the bin, his bodily fluids filling the garbage as the faint scent of vomit swirled in the atmosphere.

You gaged, pinching your nose, eyes tearing up at the burning sensation of the stench. You looked away, emetophobia taking over.

He hurled again, "Ugh, Christ, this is the worst feeling ever.." He murmured after his episode of puking.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "I'm sorry about that, uh—?”

"(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)." You smiled slightly, slowly turning back to look at him.

"(Y/n)..." He trailed your name, "Um, can you help me understand how I ended up... here?"  He gestured around your room, "Am I dead, what is this?"

You frowned, "I don't know how you ended up here, but yeah, you're dead, well, not anymore?" You said more of a question then a statement.

"Dead!?" He spat, shocked, he was only joking when he asked ‘am I dead,’ he didn’t think it would be literal.

"Clearly you're not dead anymore!" You reassured, waving your hands frantically. “One second I was watching you on the television, dying, the next… you’re here!” Your face flushed, increasingly becoming overwhelmed, Eddie-fucking-Munson was in your room.

“So, let me get this straight…” He paced back and forth, anxiously assessing the situation, “I was in the upside down, fighting for my life— Did you say television?” He stopped pacing, interrupting his own thought. “I was in the tv?!” He stared at you, bewilderment becoming his new expression.

You hesitantly nod, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, slowly standing up.

Eddie felt the heat travel from his neck to his cheeks, eyeing you up and down. He didn’t mean for his gaze to linger, but he couldn’t help himself, especially when your cropped tank was just barely covering your breasts; revealing under boob.

His breath hitched as his eyes locked on the way the green extraterrestrials bulged as your nipples and its piercings protruded through the fabric; how your short-shorts were hugging you in all the right places, tightening around the folds of your slits.

He gulped, snatching his head away, adjusting his pants as he felt his cock twitch, hardening on the spot.

Your face burned and you turned around, wrapping your arms around your torso, trying your best to cover skin.

“C-Can you step out, please? I need to change.” You stammered, rocking back and forth on the soles of your feet, awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, sure…” Eddie mumbled, taking one last glance at you, seeing your shorts wedge in between your ass cheeks and admiring the jiggle of your bum.

…Jesus fucking Christ…

[falcqns]

Aurorra

Pairing: Dad!Henry Cavill x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Henry meets his daughter for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst. Dad!Henry

A/N: I don't know why I'm a sucker for these types of stories but I am. Hope you enjoy!

It's been two years and two days exactly since you and Henry had broken up.

It had been one year, one month, and two weeks exactly since you had given birth to his daughter, the daughter he had no idea existed.

It hadn't been a particularly nasty break up or anything, but both of you were hurting. You both wanted the relationship to work out, and when it didn't, you were both too heartbroken to even remain friends.

You had moved away from London not long after the breakup, deciding to live in Manchester, which was closer to your family. When you found out you were pregnant, you had tried to call him, but he had blocked your number. You had no way of contacting him other than through instagram, but he had unfollowed you and you knew your message would get lost in the thousands he received a day if you tried that.

You had no way of contacting his family either. You didn't know what to do. You had told your family, and they were insanely happy for you, even though you were going to be a single mother. When your mom had sat down and told you her and your father would do anything to help and support you through whatever decision you made, you knew the answer.

You were going to be a single mother.

When your daughter Aurorra Enola Cavill was born nine months later, you knew you made the right choice. Being a single mother may not have been what you were planning in life, but holding your blue eyed and brown curly haired baby in your arms for the first time, you knew it was what you were meant to do.

Aurorra had become your little bestie. She was such a well behaved baby. She rarely cried, slept through the night not long after she turned a week old, and was always full of smiles that were clearly from her father. There was never any doubt in your mind that she was Henry's, and every time you looked at her and saw her blue eyes, brown hair, and her cuddly chunky body, it only solidified that fact.

Aurorra had just turned 13 months old, and your job transferred you back to London, so you and Aurorra had just made the big move back.

You had opted to move back to the same neighbourhood both because of the safety of it, and because you knew you'd have a good chance of running into Henry. You had thought about it for months on end, and knew he couldn't be kept in the dark any more.

You had just finished unpacking the last box in the bedroom, when Aurorra woke up from her afternoon nap. You changed her and the two of you headed out to ASDA to get some groceries.

You pulled in the driveway and saw car that looked similar to Henry's BMW, but you didn't think anything of it. You parked and got a less than happy Aurorra out of her carseat and strapped her into the cart before heading on your shopping journey.

You had made it through the fruits and vegetables, and was heading to the freezer section to grab frozen fruit for the growing 13 month old, when you saw a familiar back in the same aisle.

It was Henry. There was no doubt about that. He was wearing a white knitted cardigan, with faded blue jeans, and running shoes. From the top of his cardigan you saw a dark blue t shirt poking out. His hair was slightly messy, but still curly. He was reading the nutrition information on the back of a frozen energy bowl, and you quietly opened the fridge, hoping to grab what you needed from this aisle and escape without him noticing you.

You had gone over seeing him again a million times in your head, and in no way did you plan on it being in the grocery store with other people around.

But, 13 month olds have a mind of their own. At that moment, Aurorra saw a popsicle package with the characters from her favourite show, Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, and proceeded to squeal and call your attention.

"Mama!" She squealed and pointed a chunky hand at the popsicles. "Bug!" You glanced up and Henry and watched as he did a double take back at you. His eye brow furrowed, but you ignored him, instead turning to your baby.

"Yes, that is Ladybug. Would you like them?" You asked, and she nodded eagerly. You smiled and grabbed them out of the freezer once you noticed they were organic. "Say thank you," You prompted, and she brought the same chunky hand up to her chin and then down flat towards you. It wasn't the most perfect sign, but she was still learning.

You saw Henry walk up to you and had to steel yourself for the coming conversation. "Y/N?" He asked, and you turned around to face him.

"Hi, Henry." You said, placing the popsicles in the cart with the rest of your groceries. He smiled at you, and then glanced at Aurorra. She smiled and cooed at him and he smiled back, and stroked her cheek. "Hows everything," you asked, trying to avoid the question you knew was about to come.

"Everything's good. Kal misses you. Still sleeps with the teddy you got him," He said, his eyes locked on your daughter. You smiled.

"Well, tell him I miss him too. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're running a little late. I have to get home and get her fed." You said, but before you could move the cart Henry asked you the question.

"I-is she mine?" He asked, and you nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had been forming in your throat, to no avail.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, and seconds later, Henry's arms enveloped you. "I-Im sorry," You whimpered, and Henry shushed you.

"Its okay. Let's not talk about it here. How about I meet you at your place once were both done?" He suggested, and you agreed, before giving him your address.

"Okay. I'll see you there." he said, giving you another hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of Aurorra's hand that had curled around his pointer finger. He stroked her cheek once more, before giving you both a smile, and heading off. He grabbed his cart with groceries, and made his way towards the checkout.

By the time you had finished shopping and made it home, Henry was parked in the driveway. You took a deep breath, and got out, giving him a smile. He returned it, and got out of his car before walking over to help you.

He grabbed the groceries, leaving you to grab Aurorra, who squealed at the sight of Henry. Henry chuckled, and blew her a kiss. He followed the two of you inside. You set Aurorra down, who stumbled on her own feet before stabilizing, her empty bottle in the right hand.

"Go put your baba in the kitchen please," You said, and she babbled to herself as she walked off, ignoring you and Henry.

"She's absolutely adorable," Henry said, and you smiled. "Well, she is your daughter," You said. Henry threw his head back and laughed before following you into the kitchen.

You set the bags down on the ground and turned to put away the ones Henry set on the counter. You two made small talk while putting away the groceries, mainly about work. You heard ruffling behind you but didn't think anything of it, as Aurorra usually liked to help put away the soup cans.

"Mama?" You heard a little voice ask and you turned around to face Aurorra. She was holding the box of popsicles out to you in one hand, while her other hand made a clockwise motion on her chest, signing please.

You smiled and took the box from her.

"After dinner, okay?" You said, and she didn't like that very much. She plopped on her butt and began to cry.

Her arms reached up to where the popsicles were and sobbed her little heart out. Henry's heart melted and scooped her up. "It's okay baby girl," He said, bouncing her. She sniffled, but calmed down and laid her head on his shoulder. He smiled in happiness, and pressed a kiss to her curly head.

He turned to you. "I just realized, I don't know her name," he said, and you smacked your head.

"Shit sorry, I completely forgot to mention that. Her names Aurorra Enola Cavill. I made sure she got your last name, and that you're on the birth certificate." You said, running your hands through her curly hair.

"Enola? Like Enola Holmes?" He asked, as Aurorra cuddled closer, her chunky arms wrapping around his neck. You nodded.

"Yeah. I couldn't think of a middle name for her, and I was watching Enola Holmes just before she was born. It was the scene where Sherlock and Mycroft see Enola on the train platform and you say her name. I knew then it was perfect." You said, and Henry smiled.

"It's a beautiful name," he said, wrapping his free arm around you. The three of you stood there for a few minutes, before Aurorra shook her hands at you, and tried to wiggle out of Henry's arms.

"Ah dun, Mama." She said. Henry pressed a kiss to her chunky cheek, and let her onto the floor. She scurried away seconds later, towards her bedroom.

"Is she okay wandering by herself?" He asked, watching her little body fall to her hands and knees, but get up and brush it off before continuing on her mission.

"Yeah she'll be fine. She's just going to play." You said, and Henry nodded before pulling you into his arms fully.

"I really am sorry I didn't tell you about her. I couldn't contact you or anyone in your family, and I didn't have the energy during my pregnancy or after to make the journey to London. I promise I didn't plan on hiding her forever." You said, and Henry squeezed you even tighter.

"It's okay. I know you'd never do something like that on purpose. You've done an amazing job raising her. I just wish I had witnessed it."

"You'll get to see her grow. You might have missed her start life, but I have everything recorded. Her first breath, her first steps, her first words, all of it. I know it's not the sam-" You said, but were cut off by his lips.

His hand travelled up to cup your face, before he pulled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just- You amaze me, you know that?" He said and you giggled.

"How so?" You questioned.

He rested his forehead on yours before continuing. "You thought to record everything. You made sure she has my last name and that I'm on the birth certificate. You didn't have to do that, but you did. I've missed you so much, and I didn't know just how much until I saw you in ASDA. I never should have left. I never should have blocked you." He said, a tear falling from his blue eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that alone. Thats never what I wanted. But, I promise to be the best dad to her, whether we're together or not."

"I know you will be," You said, and pulled Henry in for another kiss.

The groceries were put away a few minutes later and you told Henry to go and play with Aurorra while you cooked, which he happily did.

He walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and smiled lovingly when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground playing with blocks, a stuffed Akita just like Kal secure under her arm. She was babbling to a Mickey Mouse toy that sat in the corner of the room, and was stacking blocks.

Henry began to walk in the room when she stopped babbling let out a sneeze and a sigh. He grabbed a Kleenex from the change table and sat down next to her.

"Hey sweetheart, can I wipe your nose?" Henry asked, seeing the snot coming from her nose due to the sneeze. She looked up at him and giggled, which Henry took as a yes, and he wiped her nose quickly before disposing of it in the garbage can.

She began babbling again, and pushed the Akita stuffy into his hands. "Goggy," She said, and clapped, which made Henry smile.

"It is a doggy. I have a doggy like your stuffy, wanna see?" He asked, and she nodded and clapped.

Henry pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Kal. Aurorra stood up and clambered into his lap, which Henry welcomed. When she saw the picture of Kal, she started bouncing and clapping again.

"Goggy! Goggy wun!" She exclaimed when he showed her a video of him running.

"Thats right, he is running. He's really good at it too, believe me." Henry said and put his phone away. Aurorra stood up and reached out her arm for him, opening and closing her fist. Henry stood up, and let her take his big hand in her tiny one, and lead him out of the room, and towards the back door that led to the backyard, babbling the entire way.

"Hold on, honey, we gotta tell Mama we're going outside, okay?" He said and she nodded before running to the kitchen shouting Mama.

Henry watched as she stood in the doorway and babbled before pointing at the door. She held her hand in front of her face and moved it out, closing it into a fist.

"You're going outside?" You asked, and she nodded. Henry saw you bend down and whisper something into her ear with a smile on your face and Aurorra giggle but didn't think much of it, before his little girl was running towards him and squealing.

He scooped her up and carried her out the door. She pointed at the toy box in the corner of the yard and Henry carried her over. He sat her down and opened it, before letting her pick what she wanted to play with. She grabbed a bucket with shovels and molds before running over to the lady bug sandbox and patting the lid. Henry chuckled and pulled the lid off.

"You wanna play in the sand?" He asked, and she nodded before climbing in.

Henry sat down next to her, and a shovel was thrust into his hand seconds later. She had a bright yellow one in her own hand and was digging a hole. Henry followed suit and helped her dig the hole.

A few minutes later she handed Henry a elephant mold.

"Put, Dada." She said, and Henry's breath caught in his throat, the mold falling from his hand.

"Did you say Dada?" He asked her, tears clouding his vision, and he saw her smile and point at the house.

"Mama, say." she said, picking up the elephant mold again.

"Mama told you I'm your Dada?"

She nodded and shook the mold in his face, practically begging him to take it. Henry smiled and pulled her out of the sand box, into his arms.

"I am your Dada, and I promise you I will love you forever." He said, and kissed her cheeks. She giggled before pointing at the sand box and doing grabby hands. Henry chuckled but put her back where she was. He picked up the mold and began to fill it with sand before she got upset.

"I apologize for interrupting your playtime," He said. "Now, lets make some animals."

Later that night, when Aurorra had been fed and put to bed, Henry pressed another kiss to your lips.

"She called me Dada when we were playing outside." He confessed and your eyes lit up.

"Really? I told her before she went out with you that you were her Dada, I wasn't expecting her to say it so soon!" You exclaimed. Henry chuckled, and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm so happy she did. Thank you for giving me her." He said, pressing his lips to yours before you could respond.