#drunk!henry

[eusuntgratie]

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some more drunk!henry for you 😘 i want to finish so bad! i'm kinda close maybe.

When he finally looks up at him he looks ripped open, vulnerable and embarrassed, and whatever they are to each other, Alex doesn’t want him to feel that way.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Hi, I saw you were taking request and I hope it's okay to send you one. I was thinking of a scenario where it's Henry's birthday and his parents have a family party at their house for him. The alcohol is flowing Henners is drunk enough for his girlfriend 《the reader》 to convince him to dance. Things get a little heated as she grinds against him and he pulls her away from the party and everyone and makes her regret (okay not regret 😈) teasing him?

Shy nonnie

Thank you Shy Nonnie! Great idea, I’m just going to change it up slightly as I don’t write about Henry’s family at all, so instead it’ll be a party with his friends. I hope you like it. ❤️

Summary: You provoke Henry at a party and a game ensues.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 800

Warnings: Drunk!Henry, implied smut.

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Winning

You see the tell-tale signs of Henry’s drunkenness, his eyes a little hooded, his words slightly slurred, his laughter is exaggerated, and his volume control is non-existent. Almost there, you think. Pretty soon one of his mates takes a photo and out comes his tongue and he licks his friend’s cheek. BINGO!

Trying to look as nonchalant as possible you go up to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around. You smile as he looks down at you. He hums and says, “I know that look. What do you want?”

You purse your lips trying not to give away too much. “Come dance with me?” you ask as sweetly as possible.

Henry looks up with an exaggerated sigh. But you know you have him. It’s the same every time. “One dance,” he says. “Just because I love you.” You do a little happy dance and he shakes his head. “I’m regretting this already.”

You pull him onto the rented wooden dancefloor. The DJ changes up the music, from an old club hit to a filthy r’n’b song. Henry’s eyes widen and shakes his head. You pull him by the hand onto the dance floor, you know he could shake you off at any moment but he follows.

With a huge smile you put his hands on your hips and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands immediately shift to your arse. You pull him down lower so you can say is his ear, “See there are advantages to dancing.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t need to dance to touch your arse,” Henry says with a grin and lightly spanks you. You jump and use the opportunity to slip his thigh between your legs. He’s too drunk to notice at first but as you grind against his thigh, your hip rubs against him and you feel the leviathan in his pants wake up.

You grin openly now as you see his discomfort. He’s not big on public displays of affection and this is about as public as you dared to tease him like this. “You’re playing a dangerous game, my sweet.”

“I always win this game,” you say, rubbing against him purposely you provoke him. “I know you Henry, you’re not going to do anything in front of all these people.”

His eyes flash, and it’s as if all traces of inebriation left him as his eyes darken. His lips part and he sucks in air through his teeth. “That’s where you’re wrong, Sweetheart.”

Henry stands to his full height taking you with him. Your feet dangle, only slightly off the ground but enough that you can’t stop him from carrying you into the house. You open your mouth to squeal, but his lips cover yours and you are silenced. His kiss is hard, sloppy, wet and you don’t fight it, succumbing to him, as his tongue forcefully seeking yours. You want him like this, relaxed, playful and cheeky.

He reaches the stairs and drunk as you both are, he can’t navigate them properly and you both fall, your ass hitting the wooden step. He lets you go, eyes wide, worried for a moment he’s hurt you. You laugh, both at the situation and his face and take the opportunity to make a run for it. Scrambling up the stairs, using your hands as well as your feet you make it to the top and glancing down, you see Henry taking the steps two at a time, grinning excitedly as he plays your game.

You yelp, and your heart races as you run to your bedroom. You hear Henry call your name, his voice close as you make it to your room and try to close the door. His foot sneaks in the gap and the door wont close. He presses his wild face into the gap and does his best Jack Nicolson impersonation. You run from the door, hopping over the bed as he stumbles into the room.

“Why are you running, sweetheart?” Henry says, eyes shining. You giggle, your wits starting to leave you as you know you are in for it. “You know it’s only going to be worse for you the longer you make me wait.”

“I’m sorry, Henry,” you say through your giggles. Your adrenaline is pumping, your body tingles with it, your feel yourself shake.

“Aw,” Henry says with mock sympathy, advancing on you slowly, stalking you like a predator, his grin wide as he corners you. “It’s too late for apologies.” He backs you up to the wall, his arms trap you as his body leans against you. His head lowers to your neck, his teeth nip at your skin as he whispers in a deep throaty voice, “I win, Sweetheart.”

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[pterodactylterrace]

Grab Ass

Title: Grab Ass

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: Henry has one too many while out with the boys.

Rating: T

Warnings: Drunkenness

A/N: Quick little drabble inspired by something that happened between my husband and I the other day.

“I… they jus’… HIC! C-cut me off.” My husband’s deep slurred voice announced through the speakers of my cell phone. I had a feeling his night out to “watch Rugby at the pub with the lads” would end like this. Henry very rarely had nights like these where he could freely go out and enjoy himself, but when he did get a chance to cut loose… well let’s just say “halfway” wasn’t a word in his vocabulary.

“Would you like me to come get you?” I asked, already folding down the corner of the page I was on in my book.

“I love you.” I can almost picture his drunken hangdog expression through the phone.

“Be right there.”

Finding him in the pub wasn’t hard. He was the giant swaying lightly on his feet, head thrown back as he barked out a laugh at something one of his equally drunken companions had said. I could tell the moment he spotted me, his entire demeanor lighting up as a smile split his handsome face.

“Hello beu’ful!” He slurred, sauntering closer, resting his large palms on my hips.

“I can’t even be upset with you for getting this drunk.” I giggled, pushing a curl from his eyes, causing him to blink and stare at my hand for a second.

“That’s great.” He laughed, slinging his arms around my shoulders and pulling me to his chest, stumbling back a step when my weight hit him.

“It’s time to go home big guy.”

“Aww.” He pouted down at me. “Bu’ ‘s just startin’ t’ get fun!” He paused for a moment, and for a second, I was worried he may vomit on me, but I was actually relieved when he only hiccupped his way into a coughing fit.

“Hen, everyone is going to think you have COVID.” I chuckled.

“Noooo.” He dismissed with a snort, placing sloppy kisses on the top of my head, his hands roaming the expanse of my back. I couldn’t help the smile that crept over my face as an idea popped into my head.

“Henry?”

“Hmm?” He hummed, pulling back to look at me when my hand wrapped around his thick wrist.

“If you want this.” I started, placing his palm firmly on my ass. “Then we need to go home.”

“Mmmm… I wan’ it.” He admitted, a dopey grin crossing his face.

“Then come along, honey.” I encouraged, stepping back from him and turning toward the door, looking back at him over my shoulder and giving my hips a little wiggle. “That’s it.” I whispered to myself as I headed out of the pub, making sure to add a little extra sway to my step. “Just follow the waving butt cheeks, Henry.  There’s a good boy.”

“Wait.” He mumbled as he clumsily followed after me, both hands extended as he tried to reclaim his grasp on my ass. I felt his fingertips just barely graze the fabric of my leggings a few times as I walked us to the car, finally stopping and letting him claim his prize.

“God I love you.” He moaned, slinging his arms around me and pulling me back into his firm body, grinding his hips into my lower back.

“I love you too, Henry.” I replied softly, looking over my shoulder at him. “And I’ll show you just how much after we get home.”

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[littlefreya]

Would you be willing to share some pictures of drunk!Henry?

You know he is drunk when that tongue comes out and the shirt unbuttons 👌🏻

[henryobsessed]

I Took You Home - The Apartment

Summary: Reba has stepped out of her comfort zone and taken a very inebriated Henry home to her apartment. Unfortunately or Fortunately he still thinks she’s Lucy. 

Word Count: 1743

Warning: Hand Job, Stimulation, dub consent, drunk actions.

A/N thank you for the excited responses to this idea.

A/N what would you do in this situation? 

Previous Chapter one

As Reba drove, she occasionally glanced over at the sleeping form that was taking up a large part of her little Civic. What was she doing? Reba was not a brash person in fact the majority of her life apart from one little blip 10yrs ago was well ordered and spent in complete independence of a partner. However, each time she looked over, saw his chest rise and fall, and the gentle murmuring coming from his lips....... "Shake out of it, Reba" she reprimanded herself, putting her focus back on the road.

Arriving at her apartment block she pulled into the underground parking. Her car now idling she looked at Henry again, what was she thinking she hasn't entertained a guy in 10yrs let alone a drunk one. But here they were, and she was not going to leave him to sleep this off in her car. Knowing her luck, he would vomit everywhere and be left with the stench for months reminding her of this idiotic decision. Bolstering her resolve, she got out of the car and headed around to the passenger side door. Please let him have sobered up just a little bit she thought as she opened the door.

Looking down at his handsome face she placed a hand on his shoulder and said " Henry, wake up were here" He mumbled something unintelligible and then tried to undo the seatbelt. After a few tries, it was obvious that his hand-eye coordination what not working. Reba chuckled softly at his childish attempts as he continued in frustration to push the button down. Leaning into the car she placed her hand over his, stilling the action. He leaned his head into her hair as he mumbled "Sorry Lucy" the action and the close proximity of his body to hers sent shivers down to her middle a strange sensation that both excited and terrified her.

Once he was released from the bounds of the seatbelt Reba took his arm and encouraged him out of the car. Standing he still swayed unsteadily on his feet, using her shoulder for support, she somehow kept him upright as they walked to the elevator. Her apartment was on the 28th floor and by the time they reached it Henry was looking green, she quickly opened her door as Henry stammered "I'm sorry Lucy I'm not feeling great" Thankfully she got him to the hallway half bath before he began heaving into the toilet. Feeling sorry for the tall man she gently rubbed circles along his lower back hoping it would help ease some of the misery he would be feeling. They stayed there for a minute before he seemed to have finished emptying what sounded to her like the entire content of his stomach.

Grabbing Henry a glass of water she held it to lips, looking him over glad everything had made it into the bowel she asked "do you think you can stand? "he looked at her and with the smallest of nods took her hand to stand. Reba once again acting as a stabilizing force helped him down the hallway into her small but comfortable living room. At first, she thought she would just help him to the couch but looking at it now in relation to his tall frame she knew he would be pretty sore in the morning if she did that. So instead she continued to the door off the living room that lead to her Bedroom. At this moment she bemoaned the choice that she had made to only rent a single bedroom apartment.

Walking the two of them to the empty side of her queen size bed she sat Henry down. Thinking that he could just sleep in his clothes she turned around to get a spare pillow from her cupboard. As she turned back, however, she found Henry fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He was mumbling again something about protecting his shirt, not wanting wrinkles. Reba at this stage started to chuckle again, how could anyone in this state of inebriation be thinking about wrinkles. The Cute look of concentration on his face and the small pout that was forming caused compassion to overtook her senses as she watched him repeatedly try to undo his buttons with no success. He shot her a pleading look, his blue eyes pulling at her heart.

Sighing she knelt in front of him and started to undo his shirt. His warm large hands reached out settling onto her waist. Reba was trying hard not to look up at him for fear of him kissing her again. So instead focused hard on each button, he leaned his head forward against hers    "thanks Lucy" he whispered, she groaned at that statement, dam when he wakes up in the morning, he'll be in for a shock.

Sliding the shirt off his shoulders she stared in shock. His shirt had been hiding a secret as she stared at the perfectly sculptured muscles. This guy can't be real, can he? She almost reached out to touch the 8 pack before catching herself. Shaking her head, she stood stepping out of his hold and turned to go find a coat hanger so he would not have wrinkles in the morning. Thinking she could help him lay down now she turned and almost dropped the hanger as Henry stood his jeans in a bundle on the floor and the only thing covering his body, a pair of boxers. Blushing she turned around trying to find somewhere to hang the shirt.

She heard the rustling of sheets and when she looked back, he was facing her side of the bed thankfully covered by her thick duvet. She made sure that he was tucked in, unable to resist she ran her fingers through his hair causing a deep purr to vibrate from his chest at the attention. Startled by his response and embarrassed by her actions she bent picking up his jeans to distract herself. Anyway, If he was precious about his shirt she should at least hang up his jeans as well.

Settling them on a hanger she went to leave the room thinking she would sleep on the couch. But a deep pleading voice halted her. "Don't leave Lucy, please. I don't want to sleep alone. I thought you forgave me" Sighing Reba fought with herself. Surely, he's too drunk to be able to do anything, also how often would she have a hunk of a man semi-naked in her bed. What would the harm?

Reba gave up the internal fight, he seemed so lonely what would it hurt for just one night. Switching off the light in the living room she walked to her side of the bed. Nerves jangled about her body as she changed into her comfortable PJ's and slipped under the covers. Shifting slightly, she Whispered "good night Henry" hearing only a mumble she settled herself to sleep. 

Reba's eyes flew open seconds after closing them as a hand sneaked over her waist and pulled her into a hard muscular body. Settling his face into her neck he whispered "There that's better. Night Lucy" Eyes wide not sure what to do she held her breath until Henry's breath evened out into a steady rhythm next to her ear. Repeating the now all too familiar mantra to herself what would it hurt, she relaxed her body allowing herself to enjoy the feel of warmth emanating from the sleeping man behind her. It took a little bit of time especially as the soft snores began but eventually, Reba fell asleep.

Moaning Reba awoke to a set of lips gentle but more insistently kissing her neck. The sensation tingling through her body and pooling in her middle. Trying to remember the night before she instinctively moved her hand over her body to feel the one behind her. Her hand landed on something hard and long causing a moan to vibrate from the kisser's mouth. She enjoyed the feelings generated by the kissing. Still, she was not willing to let this develop into anything more as he probably thought she was still Lucy.  The taught muscle in her hand started to twitch as she subconsciously began squeezing its hot length. This was only the second time she had felt one and if his moans were anything to go by he was enjoying her touch. Realising she was unwilling to stop what was happening she relaxed and leaving her hand where it was hoped that by controlling that action nothing else would occur.

As she relaxed in her sleep hazed mind she felt her bedmate start thrusting up into her hand, increasing the moaning into her neck. The length in her hand pulsated as she increased the tension around it with the hand. His hand that had until now been securely wrapped around her waist moved its way down and with delicate fingers found her sensitive heat. This caused Reba to respond in kind with a moan her own tension building and burning with unfamiliar sensations. The kisses, thrusting, and dexterity of fingers found a rhythm that increased its intensity until Reba felt before she heard the expanding and warmth within her hand followed by a groan, as his body rigidly curled into hers as he rode out his orgasm. The sensations left burning terribly between her legs as his body relaxed troubled her and left her feeling uncomfortably wanting more.

The room was filled with the sounds of hearts pounding and lungs gasping for air and nothing more until a gruff deep voice whispered "Thank you Lucy" before soft snores began again. Shit, Reba lifted the sleeping arm of her body and moved to the bathroom. She looked at her face in the mirror. "What are you doing??" a tear made its way down one cheek as she realized no matter what, she was going to be humiliated this morning. The only thing she could think to do was cook a good hangover breakfast that might make up for the fact that she had to face the stranger in her bed.  

Next Chapter Three

A/N what would you do in this situation? have you ever wondered how to control what was happening while being out of control? What will Henry do when he realizes this is not Lucy's apartment?

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[twhstuckylover]

So, it’s been almost a week of having a killer migraine that just won’t go away and seems to be getting stronger despite me taking my migraine medicine.

I want to apologize for not being here and I’m not ignoring any of the tags or messages or asks or anything to that sort. I can only have my eyes open for only a few minutes at a time before I feel like I’m going to puke.

Here’s to hoping that I start to feel better soon or I may need to go to the doctors to see why it won’t go away on Monday.

Here’s a few cute pictures of Henry to make myself and everyone else feel good 🥰🥰

[henrycavell]

PLEASE write something with drunk Henry, I beg!!

warnings: none! pure fluff and cuteness <3 but this was not looked over lmao also my first time writing a x reader. felt kind of wierd.

"C'mon, just come upstairs with me." Henry's voice was weazy, his words coming out in slurred breaths. After a night of drinking at the bar with his friends, you had finally been able to get him back to his hotel room. Tomorrow was his last day of vacation before it was right back to a rigorous schedule and you knew he wasn't going to feel well at all in the morning. 

"That's not a good idea," you answer, feeling your cheeks warm as your eyes dropped down to the floor. Two fingers smashed into the elevator's call button, Henry's glazed over stare causing your heart to skip a beat. All you were to him was a personal assistant. You had arrived in Miami earlier that morning to help him get packed and ready to return across sea, only to become more of a like baby sitter. 

You didn't mind it though. How often did he get to relax and enjoy himself, see his friends? Just thinking about what his schedule looked like in order to get him back in shape for filming, you grimaced at the thought. 

"Why is that?" 

"Because you're drunk," you laughed, your eyes flicking up to meet his. Cloudy skies of Maya blue, darkened and fogged over by the multiple drinks he'd had that evening. He didn't know what he was saying, he didn't want you like that. You'd been his assistant for nearly a year, surely he would've made a move sooner if this was something he wanted. 

The elevator doors rushed open and Henry swayed on his feet, though he never broke eye contact. "I know what I'm asking for," he purred, stepping forward with a large grin on his face, his lips pulled back against sharp canines. His face was blushing bright red, warm from the alcohol in his veins, dark curls falling down over his brow. "Just come upstairs, keep me company," he whispered, reaching forward for one of your hands. "I don't think I could make it up there alone, anyway." 

His words sent jolts of electricity through your body. He seemed to be right though. As he grabbed your hand, you wondered if he was more so doing it to anchor himself steady. That didn't matter. His hands felt so warm, his grip tight on your wrist. "I guess," your cheeks felt blisteringly hot, but you were frozen to the floor in a state of panic.

Your stomach was beginning to twist itself into knots or maybe that was the feeling of butterflies fluttering around inside. You were too nervous to tell the difference. Henry tugged on your hand, pulling you into the elevator behind him with a smug sort of look on his face like he had won. The doors closed behind you. 

It was only a short ride to the top, not even a minute, but it felt like it dragged on for eternity. Henry leaned against the cold wall, letting out a sweet breathy moan, the cold steel sheets feeling frosty against his sweaty skin. You couldn't rip your eyes away from him, goosebumps popping up along your arms as you thought about being alone with him in his room. You'd been alone with him so many times before, but this had your hands shaking. 

When you could step out into the hall once more, you took a deep breath before looking over your shoulder to see Henry still slouched in the corner of the elevator. The doors even almost closing him back in. "Henry, c'mon!" His shoot up and a large grin takes over his face again. Moving faster than you expected him to be able to, his hand shot out and he caught the door, before following you out into the hall. 

"I need help," Henry slurred, and then suddenly, this man, who was much larger than you, wrapped his arm around your waist and allowed his head to rest on the top of yours. You stumbled a little but managed to retain your balance, a hushed chuckle slipping past your lips as you began to lead him down the hall, towards his room. 

"The hall is spinning," he gasped, and you felt his arm snake tighter around your waist, forcing the air from your lungs. 

"Are you going to be sick?" You couldn't help the way your eyes widened. 

"No." 

"Good." 

Pulling your keycard to his room out of your pocket, you slid it into the lock on the door and let your shoulders relax when it lit green. You had your arm wrapped back around Henry, your fingers pinching and fiddling with the cotton material of his shirt, an anxious tick you seemed to have. 

Inside the room was dark, the low whirring sound of the air conditioning that kept the room ice cold. Henry groaned, forcing you into the pitch-black room, only covering them in shadows further when he kicked the door shut. 

"Do you want some water? Maybe that'll help you feel better-" 

Henry advanced towards you after kicking his shoes off, slinging them halfway across the room. They hit the side of the couch and tumbled to the floor. "No, I know what will make me feel better," he panted, backing you up against the bed. Henry's arms raised by his sides before capturing you in a bear hug that brought you flush against his chest. Your heart jumped into your throat as you both fell, collapsing onto the bed. 

Henry!" 

Even with him having been off the past several weeks, having gone slightly soft around the edges, he was still so large, and you felt every bit of him as he laid atop you. "Don't go," he slurred, his voice already thick with sleep as he rolled over onto his side. He didn't let go of you, keeping you caged in his arms, nuzzling his head against yours as sleep took him. 

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[pterodactylterrace]

Down Time

Title: Down Time

Rating: M (lemon)

Summary: Honestly, no clue. There is no plot and there is also very little porn. I don’t know what this was.

~*~

Holidays are meant to make poor, self-indulgent decisions. Christmas? Go ahead and get drunk by noon and sing carols off key under the tree. Halloween? Eat your body weight in candy while wearing a ridiculous costume. New Years? More day drinking, but with the added benefit of not being forced to wear pants while doing it.

In my opinion, the week between Christmas and New Years is always an odd one. It feels like time and responsibility no longer exist for that week. Henry seems to be taking full advantage of this week of strange nothingness, too.

When I found him early in the afternoon, he had already been drinking. If I had to guess, I’d say he’d put something in his coffee and just gone from there. True to form, he hadn’t bothered with wearing pants. Or anything else for that matter. Usually finding him naked somewhere was a treat. Today, less so.

There is no easy way to say this. I found the man clearly buzzed, sitting naked in his gaming room, swearing at the figurine he was trying to paint under his breath. I was happy to find it was the Warhammer set I’d gotten him for Christmas. Clearly, he was enjoying his present.

“Hey, Hank.” I greeted, biting the inside of my cheek against a laugh when he swung his head around to look at me, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, hastily setting down his project and spinning the chair around. Now, had I been dressed nicely, or even wearing the same outfit as him, his sudden shift to a horny teenage boy would make absolute sense. The fact that I was wearing old sweats and a t-shirt I’d had since middle school kind of threw me for a loop.

“Henry, are you alright?” I asked slowly, rolling my eyes when his paint flecked hand drifted to his rapidly hardening cock.

“Mmhmm.” He hummed, his eyes continuing to rake over me as he stroked his cock. I found myself clenching my thighs together as I watched the rough jerk of his hand, a small moan slipping out when his free hand began massaging his balls gently.

“Fuck it.” I groaned, already working on shedding my baggy clothes as I crossed the room to him, his hands moving to welcome me into his lap with open arms.

That week between Christmas and New Years sure is an odd one.

~*~

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