Summary: Henry's family is coming over for a Sunday brunch, and becomes very smoky for you
Warning: PDA, Teasing, Smut, daddy kink, exhibitionism, rough, spanking, explicit language, dom male
⚠️ Minors DNI
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You wake up on a beautiful Sunday morning to find Henry lying beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You can feel his breath on your neck and his body warmth seeping through your skin. It feels perfect, but you can't help but wonder what he has planned for the day, because he has that 'I got a surprise look' on his face.
"Good morning, love," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your temple and then nudding his nose with yours. You can feel your body relax more and more into his touch. "Morning, Henry," you yawn, snuggling closer to him and kissing his lips once more.
He pulls away a little and looks at you with his hopeful puppy eyes. "I was thinking, why don't we have a BBQ with my family today? They've been bugging me about it for weeks," he suggests, hiding his grin knowing you already knew something like this was coming. He's been away a lot and misses his family. After all, he is a family guy, and you can't help but adore that about him. You nod, kissing him, knowing how happy he will be seeing his family, especially for an infamous Cavill barbecue. "Sounds great, sweetheart."
"Awesome, love you," he grins like a baby, leaning in to kiss you on the lips. You both lay there for a while before you push him out to go get ready. You were nervous. He had a huge family, and although you have met them before, it is still always a little overwhelming. Least to say, you do suffer from overthinking and anxiety.
You step into the shower and gets strated by the immediate flow of cold water, when you feel a pair of warm hands on your waist. "Hm, Hen... Stop it." You say, alomost begging him to not comply with what you just said. He keeps silent and just keeps kissing your neck and shoulders. You can feel your body give into him with every touch. It is very hard to resist him. "Hen, no... Your family would be here soon we need to get ready." You say pulling away, as you can see him pout like a child. You chuckle a little and then kiss him softly. It was one of the hardest showers you had in a while, because it is impossible to resist this man.
As you get ready, Henry is being his usual charming, yet teasing self. He keeps coming up to you and trying to steal kisses, running his hands through your hair and hugging you from behind. He loves seeing you in sundresses, and today you're wearing just that. It's almost as if you both are playing the game to keep each other on the edge. You smile as he gives you a kiss on the shoulder.
"I can't wait to show you off to everyone," he says, giving you a playful wink. You blush, feeling a little shy but also excited to meet his family again. He insists on doing your hair, which is adorable, especially because he grew up in an almost male household.
Once you and Henry get to the kitchen, you join him in starting to prep for the BBQ. As you help him, he can't resist stealing kisses and sneaking in some playful touches. "Hey, don't distract me too much," you tease him, "We have to get everything ready for your family." He chuckles st the effect he has on you almost proudly. Finally, everything is ready with some divine focus from the both of you, and the family arrives.
You greet his family, and can't help but smile at the warm welcome everyone gives you. "You're one lucky man boy." Henry's dad says smiling at you as you blush. Soon, the BBQ is in full swing. Henry and his younger brother, Charlie, are in charge of the cooking, with dad Cavill, supervising, and the girls are gathered around a table, sipping on mimosas and gossiping.
Throughout the day, Henry can't keep his hands off you. He keeps sneaking kisses and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It's cute at first, but as the day wears on, he starts getting a little bolder. He'll brush his hand against your thigh under the table, or press his body against yours when no one is looking. Ar first, you take it lightly but then as you all sit around the table enjoying desserts, Henry inches his hand wys to close to your wetness. You give him a death glare but try to smile and keep the conversation that you were currently having with his mother.
"Shh baby, don't you make it obvious." he whispers in your ear so slyly and kisses your ear a little. You can feel his fingers now effectively rubbing your clit, as you bite down on a moan. He's gonna be the death of you. Henry has a devilish smirk the whole time, while you're there sitting hot, bothered, and wet. He collects some of your wetness on his fingers and licks it in front of everyone. You're shocked at his actions and try to be as subtle as you can to hide it. "The dessert is amazing Henry isn't it?" his mother points out seeing his big boy licking his fingers. "The best." he replies to his mother who's more than happy that his son still loves her cooking, only if she knew what was actually happening.
Soon the two of you peel away to clean up a little as you feel Henry literally grinding his growing in your butt. "Henry, you better keep your hands to yourself," you say almost annoyed with his teasing for the day. "Hm, what if I don't babygirl? Will you fight me?" he asks snugly biting down on your shoulder as his hands slips to rub your wetness again. Fuck. "Someone will see us babe. Stop. It's your family here." you say I'm between moans. You were both in the moment when you heard someone cough in the background. Henry immediately pulls away and fixed your dress. "Guys, there are seven rooms in this house. Seven. And you couldn't get into one?" Charlie says teasingly playfully rolling his eyes. You can pass out from the embankment but you're also heavily turned on by the thought of getting caught.
He is slyly relieved that it was only Charlie, and not his parents or sister inlaws. He almost grins mischievously, giving you a sly look. "But, she's irresistible." he smirks and winks at his brother who chuckles and keeps the bottles he had in his hand on the counter and leaves. You roll your eyes but can't help but feel a little bit smug.
Eventually, the night ends, and it's time to say goodbye to his family. You can see him getting hard through his pants already. You smile and hug everyone, bidding farewell as you close the door and you can feel him behind you. Your breath hitches when runs his hands up and down your body. He kisses your neck and you realise it after seconds that your dress has already become a pool in your legs. "Fuck baby." you moan as you can feel him pinching your nipples and kissing your shoulders. He literally tears off your panties as you get more and more wet. "Tut tut tut babygirl, that's not what you call me." he says spreading your legs and spanking your pussy. You just close your eyes and hum, because frankly you can't do anything better right now. "It's daddy for you." he says spanking you again and pinching your nipple hard from his other hand. He turns you around so now you're facing him. He gives your short peck on your lips. "What should you be calling me princess?" he asks again now going behind you again, pressing his front to your back. "Daddy, I'm supposed to call you, daddy." you say almost panting from his touches. He leans in again and you can feel his fingers caressing your butthole. You lean back and relax on him as you surrender to his touch. He pulls away from you a little and then spanks your ass hard as he whispers in your ear, "Run".
A/N: Do you need a smutty part 2? Also requests are open
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“Why won’t you just tell me what you got me? I’m sure it’s not this serious.”
He steps into you, cupping your face, “sweetheart, you have to be more patient. Also, your pajamas are ridiculous”he laughs.
“O come on! These are adorable!” you said gesturing towards the butt flap of your footie pajamas. He responded with an eyeroll, ever impressed by your childish antics. “Well can we watch a movie or something? Since I’m not allowed to walk about my own house now?”
“Sure.” he kisses you on the forehead before following you downstairs and into the livingroom. You sit on his lap, curling up to him; he cradles you as you inhale the warmth of his chest.
Elf wasn’t exactly the romantic holiday movie you had wanted but, both of you had seen it so many times that at this point it was merely a courtesy to glance at the screen.
It wasn't a surprise when his hands began to wander. You loved that he never tired of your body no matter how much it changed. You ignored, as he delicately undid the flap towards the back of your pajamas. He calmly palms your butt cheek, letting out a low growl as he does.
You ignore it, pretending not to love the fact that he can’t control himself around you.
He moves his hand further into the space behind you,toying with wetness at your core.
You let out a small whimper as he dips one finger inside of you.
“Shhhhhh, hush baby. You know you can’t be loud like that.”
You look up at him,eyes wide; hating when he toys with you in that way. You were never able to keep quiet when it came to him.
He pumped his finger in and of you, patting your hair softly while your eyes plead with him for more. You are sure you know he’s growing between his legs but his face doesn’t let on.
“You’re doing so well little girl.” his voice rumbles lowly , and you can’t help but feel your stomach flip.
You can feel how wet you are, soaking his fingers but, you know it’s only a tease. And he knows you never cum from just riding on his fingers.
“Please can you fuck me daddy?” you ask.
“Shhhh.shhh be patient I told you.”
“Well can we atleast go upstairs?”you ask, pushing his limits.
“I said be quiet.” he warns,grabbing your chin in his hand. Your eyes search his face and then you lean in to kiss him.
He holds you back by your chin again stopping you from reaching his lips.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” he asks, finally leaning in to let you kiss him.
“Yes daddy.”you nod excitedly jumping up.
He almost laughs at your vigor before asking you to go upstairs and put on the outfit he’s laid out in your bedroom.
A smile spreads over your lips as you race to the room, knowing the deviant things his mind can conjure up.
A/N: I’m always reading stories about Henry cavill by littlefreya and it inspired me to write this.
It felt like strands of silk slipping through your fingers as you brushed them through Henry’s hair. A beautiful mess of curls that hugged your fingers as the ends tickled your palms. Rays of sunshine peeked through the curtain to hit the strands creating pools of honey before falling flat and returning to its original chocolate color. He always smells intoxicatingly good, the perfect mix between cool and warm, mint and vanilla. So calming it could be used as a sedative.
A deep groan reverberates from the man between your thighs as you lightly drag your nails along his scalp, without withdrawing your hands you work the pads of your fingers from the base of his neck up to his hairline before moving them in wide circles making sure to massage from the root. His head tilts back against the softness of your tummy as he releases a long hum. Smiling down fondly at the man-child you so desperately love you can practically feel your pupils turning into hearts. Your hands move from his hair slowly down to either side of his face as you brush the hair away from his temples.
You lightly begin to massage and watch as his eyebrows further relax lessening the wrinkles in between. Moving your thumbs to trace over the indented lines following them down to his nose and back up along his brows. As you trace over his long lashes it causes his eyes to crinkle with a cute little nudge of his nose. A small laugh pushes past your lips as you continue to move your hands to hold each of his stubbled cheeks in your palms. Leaning down you place tender kisses to his forehead first, then over each eye, the top of his nose, each cheek, and his chin before coming to a stop over his lips.
Unconsciously your tongue snakes out to wet your lips causing you to trace along the seam of his lips. The action pulls a small gasp from him and you can see his breath quickened by the way his throat works faster to draw in air at the odd angle. Slipping a hand around his neck you tuck it into the neck of his shirt resting it over his heart. You can feel his heart beating erratically and it only quickens when you finally bring your lips to his. The same lips that daringly stole a kiss from you on your first date, the same lips that sealed a vow with a kiss on your wedding day only a year later, and the same lips that kissed away the tears of joy when you found out you were carrying his child.
The kiss was sweet yet intense as you dragged your tongue along his bottom lip, he wanted to taste you so desperately he chased after you until finally locking his tongue with yours but not making a move to deepen it any further than that. He pulled away only to flip around and pull you onto his lap before leaning up to place a quick peck on your lips. You guys sat there enjoying the sun and the silence when suddenly he moved you to lay under him. He smiled as you laughed at the quick movement and the way his hair tickled your face, “I love you” smiling at him you can’t help all the memories that flood your brain at those three simple words. “I love you more.”
A/N: made per request by @luclittlepond. Happy Slutarday, the devil serves!
Title: Afternoon Delight
The sound of water streaming down the shower greets you as you walk into your own apartment. You would have been frightened if you weren’t so used to August Walker taking over everything you have and claiming it as his own.
Yes, even your body.
Not that it bothers you, you’d make that same mistake over and over again, letting him take whatever he wants.
He is not expecting you this time, though. You left the office early and decided to unwind at home for a little while, but discovering August has invaded your territory yet again means serenity is certainly off the menu.
You tiptoe your way toward the corridor, already imagining how the hot water splash onto this man’s Adonis figure when you’re greeted by the velvety sound of his deep groans. Your mouth gapes open with a wisp of surprise and you lean your face close to the door that was left ajar.
The brooding man stands there facing the tiles, gasping softly as the water stream down his muscles. He holds his meaty cock in one hand, stroking it slowly while his eyes are shut. The voices emitted from his throat are enough to make your panties soaked and your core tingle.
Fuck! You muse, the way his long fingers engulf his organ, running up and down firm and lingering. His wet hairy chest sinks and rises while the most intoxicating moans leave his lips.
Arousal clouds your judgement, driving you into performing dangerous actions. You know you shouldn’t sneak on a man who kills for a living, yet sooner than you can even make that conclusion your clothes are on the floor and you make your stealthy way into the shower, carefully setting one foot behind him.
You don’t even manage to touch him and you’re already pinned with your face pressed against the cold tile, your elbow held to the small of your back in captivity.
You feel August behind you, beginning to lean with his full weight onto your frail body. His erection brushes against the back of your thigh making you shiver with anticipation.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks you with a hint of playful malice in his voice. You are definitely going to be punished for interrupting him while he was pleasing himself.
“I thought I could lend you a hand”
He snorts at your bad joke and then moves even closer, putting one arm flat next to your head to assure you that you crossed the border and have been taken as his prisoner. You still, feeling the length of his very endowed shaft running up and down between the cleft of your ass, teasing your little puckered hole while small beastlike growls graze your ear.
“You’re a fucking brat, that’s what you are” he speaks in a low dangerous voice “what should I do then?”
The question is not for you, you know very well by now you don’t get to make a decision, you only get to beg.
“Please, daddy…” you mewl, one hand holding onto the smooth surface with yield while the other one is left at your lower back with obedience.
“Please daddy, what?” he asks, positioning you to serve his need while his foot kicks your legs apart “Speak up, princess, daddy needs to hear it.”
“Please I need you” you answer and take a deep breath, preparing your body to whatever wicked game August has in mind this time.
His cock slides down between your folds in an excruciating pace. He sighs loudly next to your ear, letting you feel every inch and every bulging vein around his cock.
A hopeless mewl escapes your mouth, your head tilting down, body tensing as he sinks deep inside you, leaving you filled to the brim.
He hums with cruel delight, nested between your folds and remaining still with nothing but the throb of his cock inside you to grant you the slightest friction.
“August!” you beg for him again, this time in a loud pathetic cry.
You can feel his vicious smirk as his chin lays atop your head “Time you’d learn your lesson about patience, princess”
Rolling over in bed, your eyelids flutter as you reach for consciousness. You and Henry didn't reach camp until very late - early morning, to be exact - and the both of you managed to kick off your shoes and some clothing before crawling into the bed of your rented cabin before passing out.
This was a vacation to get away - to unplug from technology and just exist in each other's company. With you being in court and dealing with clients and Henry being away on location, it had been months since you had any real time together.
You didn't know what time it was, only that the sunlight was shining through the thin curtains of the bedroom and since it was late August, there was a chill in the air that promised the return of autumn. You inhale, breathing in deep and then, laying on your back, stretch luxuriously under the blankets, feeling the tiny pops along your spine.
"Good morning."
Henry's low voice, still fuzzy with sleep, causes you to smile and you roll towards him.
"Mmm...morning," you say, and you hum gently as he pulls you in, his eyes still closed even though he's waking up. "Sleep well?" you ask.
"Like the dead." Henry opens his eyes and smiles at you, before cracking a large yawn. "You?"
"Hmmm...I can't even remember my head hitting the pillow. I was so tired," you admit.
"What time is it?"
You snuggle in, twining your legs with his as his arm rests around your waist, and you're facing each other.
"Dunno," you say. "It's full morning though. Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day outside," you murmur. You close your eyes when Henry leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, and you can smell the ghost of his cologne from the day before.
"I suppose we should get up then," he suggests, and you sigh in agreement. But the two of you don't bother to move, and instead continue to cuddle in bed - enjoying the peace and serenity of the morning. You didn't mean to, but being in his arms and the coolness in the air and finally being able to just relax causes you to drift back to sleep - feeling safe, and content.
Summary: Henry is away shooting and has been super stressed lately, so you come up with the perfect plan to surprise him
Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex, sex toys, daddy kink, dom male, sly exhibitionism, dirty photography, voyeurism, odour kink, and spanking
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A day later, you nervously paced around your apartment, waiting for Chelsea, your best friend and also a very talented photographer, to arrive. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation. You had been meticulously preparing for this day, wanting to create something special for Henry that would convey your love and desire for him like never before. The thought of posing in front of the camera in lingerie and even without any clothes made your heart race with both nervousness and thrill.
When Chelsea finally arrived, you greeted her with a warm hug. She had been your friend for years, and you knew you could trust her to capture the most intimate moments with artistic sensibility. She set up her camera and lighting equipment, while you fussed over your appearance, smoothing down your hair and adjusting the straps of your lingerie.
"Are you ready for this?" Chelsea asked with a reassuring smile, sensing your nerves. You took a deep breath and nodded, "I am. I want to make this special for Henry." Chelsea nodded in understanding, and she began to guide you through the shoot, suggesting poses and angles that would bring out your natural beauty and sensuality. Currently, you were in a red lingerie set, that barely covered anything. Your man loved it like that. Chelsea suggested you take off the bra, and cover up with your hands, being just in your panties. Her gentle and encouraging words helped you relax as you posed on the bed, feeling vulnerable yet empowered at the same time.
"Arch your back a little more, that's it," Chelsea said, her eyes focused on capturing the perfect shot. "Look into the camera with those gorgeous eyes of yours. Show Henry how much you desire him. Remove the hands, pinch your nipples. Make them hard for him. Just like that." She encouraged and you followed. It was as if with each word of hers your inhibitions were leaving your body, making you bolder. You followed Chelsea's instructions, letting your body express your love and longing for Henry. You stretched out your legs, pose just in your panties.
"Beautiful!" Chelsea exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious. "You're doing great, babe. Henry will be blown away by these photos. How about we try something bolder?" She suggested a d you nodded. She was definitely good with her work you thought. She suggested you take off everything and just pose in the necklace he gave you. Just like Rose from Titanic, and you did. She even took some candid shots of you taking off your clothes, spreading your leg wide, your pussy well on display. This was obviously becoming more than just a boudoir shoot, but you were enjoying it. As the shoot progressed, you felt a growing sense of confidence and liberation.
"Okay, let's try something a little different now," Chelsea said determined . "I have an idea that I think you'll love." You watched with curiosity as Chelsea rearranged the sheets on the bed, creating a cozy and inviting setup. She suggested you lie down and let your hair cascade over your shoulders while intertwining yourself in the sheets. You hesitated for a moment, but then you decided to trust Chelsea's vision. As you settled into the sheets, feeling their softness against your skin, Chelsea started capturing some of the most sensual and intimate shots of the entire shoot. She slowly guided you into some of the sex positions like doggy style, sidh your ass puckered on display. You let yourself get lost in the moment, forgetting about the camera and fully immersing yourself in the experience. You even started fingering yourself moaning, as Chelsea just kept clicking. She then put some glitter in your hands and as you played with your nipples, and clit, moving your hands across your whole body, you ended up creating a beautiful art peace on yourself.
This was definitely getting wild and you had never felt this empowered before. You bit your lip as she even took some shots of you cleaning yourself up in the shower, and then later with sex toys and hand cuffs. There you were, ond if your hand tied to the bed, while you pushed a plug in your butt with the other. "Mmm, were you a pornstar or something? You're doing it like a professional girl." Chelsea said, but kept clicking without trying to make it awkward for the two of you. The chemistry between you and the lens was palpable, and you knew these photos would be incredibly special.
After the shoot, as you and Chelsea reviewed the images together, you were amazed at how beautifully they had turned out. Each photograph was a work of art, capturing your love and desire for Henry in a way that words could not express. You were blushing at some of the slutiest shots you took, but ended up feeling so confident in that. You were grateful to Chelsea for her skill and artistry in capturing these precious moments, and you knew that Henry would cherish these photos for a lifetime.
"Thank you, Chelsea," you said with tears in your eyes, "These photos mean so much to me. I can't wait to see Henry's reaction when I give him the album!" You said as she gave you a big hug all the while convincing you to star in a porn movie, or maybe atleast do something like 365 days with Henry. Although that does sound like a nice idea, now that you think about it.
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Finally the day was here, and you had sent off the package to him. You anxiously awaited Henry's call, your heart fluttered with excitement. You had carefully coordinated with his manager to set up a box in his room and run a hot bath for him, complete with bath bombs, oils, and all the things you knew he loved. You couldn't wait to hear his reaction when he saw it all.
Finally, your phone rang, and it was Henry's familiar face on the screen. He looked tired, but his smile brightened as soon as he saw you. You greeted him with warmth and affection, telling him to return to his room and relax. You could see the curiosity in his eyes as he followed your instructions. As Henry entered his room, he was surprised to see a huge box with a note that said, "Open me after the bath." He made his way to the bathroom, and his eyes widened in astonishment as he saw a hot bath waiting for him, just like how you would set it up at home. The scent of the bath bombs and oils filled the air, reminding him of you. He couldn't help but grin, knowing that you had thought of every little detail to make him feel loved and cherished.
Just as Henry was about to undress and slip into the bath, his phone rang, and it was you. He answered eagerly, and your voice sounded as soothing and enchanting as ever. You could tell he was already in a better mood, and it made your heart swell with happiness.
"Hey, babe," Henry said, his grin widening, "You won't believe what I found in my room. It's like you're here with me." You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm glad you like the surprise, love. I wanted you to have a little piece of home while you're away." Henry's voice softened, and he couldn't help but express his love for you. "You're amazing, my princess. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you. Honestly, I don't deserve you babygirl" Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. "You deserve every bit of it my lovely man. Now, go ahead and relax in the bath. You deserve it."
Henry smiles and slips into the warm water, and you could see the tension melting from his body as he sighed in contentment. You both sipped on your favorite wine, and the conversation flowed effortlessly, just like it always did when you were together. "I was having probably the worst days on set, and it was as if you knew it." He says as you chuckle. "Always here to rescue my man" You say as he chuckles and all you could do was admire that. Both him and you didn't know he needed this so much. Just the gesture made him feel so much better, and seeing him happy made your heart feel light, as if a huge weight was lifted off of it.
As you talked, you couldn't help but imagine Henry's bare body in the bath, and the thought made you smirk. You knew he was equally captivated by your presence, and you could sense the desire and love he had for you through the screen. It made your heart swell with affection. "I wish you were here with me," Henry said softly, his eyes filled with longing. You felt the same way, but you knew that this care package was the next best thing to being physically together. "Me too, Hen," you replied, your voice filled with tenderness, "But just imagine, we're sharing this bath together, even though we're miles apart." Henry's eyes sparkled, and he nodded, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. "I can feel your presence, princess. It's like you're right here with me."
You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with love for this man who meant everything to you. "I'd never leave a good looking man like yourself alone anyway." You chuckle as he laughs with you. Henry's gaze never left the screen as he nodded, his eyes filled with adoration.
As the water grew colder, you both decided to get out of the bath. You quickly changed into one of his oversized shirts. "Enjoying the view Cavill?" You say chuckling and giving an intentional wiggle to your bum. "Yes ma'am" That's all he said as he gawked at you. "Go change and you can finally open the package." He chuckles and changes into his sleeping shorts, then sets up the camera so you can both see each other. You watch as he opens the box, and your heart swells with excitement.
He looks through the notes from your family, smiling at the sweet messages and even laughing at the funny ones. But then he reaches the letter you wrote him, and his expression changes. He reads it slowly, and you can see his eyes light up as he takes in every word. You watch him with a smirk on your face, knowing that you've turned him on with your words. As he finishes reading, he looks up at you with a smile and says, "Damn, babygirl. You know just how to make me feel loved and desired at the same time."
He then reaches the naughty things. Grabbing your panties with excitement as he immediately brought it up to smell it. "Fuck" He growled and you can see the bulge growing in his shorts as you squirmed yourself. He was addicted to your smell. He then reached for the fleshlight and lube and then looked at you. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" He said, as he pulls it open, and slowly drives a finger in it, giving you a show. This was turning you on like crazy and you could feel the wetness building in your pussy. "God, baby," he says, a little breathless. "You're killing me here." He adds as you just squirm with all his teasing. He then retracts himself from teasing you and finally smirks seeing the candle you gave him, he immediately lights it up and a moan escapes his mouth. He is awfully hard. "God baby you really thought it all through. Didn't you?" He adds as you can't help but blush at his reaction. You know just how much he loves it when you take charge and get a little naughty. It's one of the things that makes your relationship so fun and exciting.
As he continues to look through the package, he comes across the boudoir album you sent him. "What is this...?" He lifts the album and flips through it."Holy fuck" He's almost shocked as he looks through the pages, and you can tell he's having a hard time keeping his composure. He has so much love for you, but at the same time, he's incredibly turned on by what he's seeing, and it's visible by the tent in his shorts. At the back of the album you had also put a QR code through which he could easily view the digital copies. Something you thought would come in handy for him.
You chuckle as he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "God, babygirl," he says again. "You really outdid yourself with this one. You are the best, you know that?" You smile, feeling proud of yourself for being able to bring him so much joy and pleasure. "I'm glad you like it, Henry. I wanted to do something special for you, something that would make you feel loved and desired." "Well, you definitely succeeded in that," he says, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to see you in person and show you just how much I appreciate everything you do for me." You feel your own body responding to his words, and you know that you're both feeling the same intense desire for each other. You can't wait to be with him again, to feel his body against yours and to lose yourself in the pleasure of his touch.
"Strip baby girl" He says as he very quickly just grabs the fleshlight, lube, your panties, and the album. You nod as you get rid of the only articls of clothing on your body, his tshirt. "Fuck you're beautiful baby" He says as he sets himself up on the bed and palms himself giving you a view of his cock. "Mm, baby open the second drawer and take out your vibrating dildo." He commands as you just nod. He just wanted to rip through the screen and eat that juicy pussy of yours that you left on diplay for him. He takes a huge whiff of your panties and growls pouring lube on him and palming himself. "Fuck sweetheart." He puts the digital copy of the boudoir on his TV screen as he started to push the tortch down his hard pulsating cock. "Mm fuck my love, take the vibrator, and rub it on your clit." You do as he says like a sex drunk doll awaiting to be pupiteered. "Mm slap your pussy with it whore. Just like you beg me to do it." He growls moving the torch on his cock as he sees the live view and also the images you sent him. He can't belive that it's you. That it's his girlfriend, that he owns that beautiful baby. "Mm put it in you princess imagine my cock in you, stuffing you up" "Mm yes daddy, fuck. This is nothing compared to you" You growl, the dirty words definitely riling you up further, as you start to move it in and out of you. Henry could control that dildo through his phone and he increases the vibration as you start to move it. "Take it like the good slut you are for your daddy princess, take it well". "Jesus fucking Christ Daddy. Fuck!" You moan loudly as he instructs you to grab the buttplug and slowly slip it in as well. You just follow his instructions as he beats his meat. "Fuck baby". He looks at the pictures and just as the shot of you spreading your ass standing naked on the window pops up, Henry loses it and cums hard, as you do too. "Fuck princess" he growls as his hot cum spurs out onto the fleshlight, he takes one last sniff of your panties before looking at you in the screen, a panting mess. You catch your breath. "Fuck daddy, that was good" you say as you were about to pull out the buttplug too, but he stops you. "Tut tut tut, that stays. All night long. Sleep with it in you. That's the first thing I want to see when I call you tomorrow." He says in his husky deep voice still trying to catch his breath.
As you two ride out your orgasm you can see the physical satisfaction on his face. He's happy and much more relaxed. You realise that this is the first time in a while you've seen him so relaxed. You can see his keep everything aside, as he switches off his television. Sleep is heavy in his eyes. "This was truly amazing baby. I mean it. Not just the package but the date, and this. I am so lucky to have you in my life my love. I can't wait to see you. I love you so freaking much." He says as your heart gets filled with love and joy and you chuckle as you see him tuck himself in the bed. "Mm I can't wait to see you either. I love you so much more. Go off to bed now. I know you're sleepy." You can see the struggle in his eyes as he almost fights to keep them open. "Goodnight my love. I love you* He says as he knocks out and you chuckles disconnecting the call. You were happy and proud as you wen to bed yourself. You wanted to amke your man feel special and you did, and that made you so much more happier. You loved him dearly and so did he. You finally slipped to bed moaning the rest of your night in the sleep because of the buttplug.
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A/N: Please leave feedback. It really helps to see the encouragement. Thanks. <3
Summary: You have a chance encounter with Henry Cavill during your travels in Italy
Warning: Fluff
You feel him gently lean you against his shoulder, you can't help but smile, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. You then feel his hand on yours, and he whispers in your ear, "Open your eyes." As you do, you can't believe what you see. You are sitting in the middle of a huge open space, on a cosy bed like setting, surrounded by the night sky full of stars. You gasp in amazement, feeling tears form in your eyes. "Henry....wow..." that's all you could say. Did he just pull that off? Is it all real? You were shook and it took a few moments for you to let the reality sink in. You turn to him, and you hug him tightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. No one has ever done anything like this for you before, and you are taken aback by his thoughtfulness. Finally there was someone who paid attention to what you felt, what you wanted, what you liked.
As you pull away, you look into his eyes and see a glimmer of desire, as you feel him lean closer to you. You know that he wants to kiss you, but you also know that he is dating someone else. You can't let this go any further, even though every fibre of your being is screaming for you to stay in his arms. You get off his lap and sit beside him, feeling his warmth beside you. You both look up at the night sky, enjoying the silence between you. You can feel his gaze on you, and you know that he is thinking about you.
"Thank you so much, Henry," you say softly with another sigh leaving you. "This is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me. Truly. This means so much to me." you say as you lean your head on his shoulder. He smiles at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. "You deserve it," he says softly. "You're amazing, (y/n). You are so special. I haven't ever met someone and felt this way before. You make me feel alive." You feel a pang of desire in your chest, but you push it away, knowing that it's not fair to either of you. Each word that came out of his mouth just made your heart feel more heavy with desire. The desire to feel him, the desire to kiss him, the desire to lose yourself in his arms, the desire to talk to him for hours, the desire to not let go of him, but you knew this wasn't a possibility. At least not yet.
The stars were out in full force, sparkling like diamonds in the clear night sky. You stay there next to Henry, snuggled up in a cozy blanket, gazing up at the endless expanse of the universe. This moment took you back to your childhood days with your grandpa, and it was all thanks to him. "How did you pull this off?" you ask softly looking at him, as he was already looking at you. He couldn't take enough of your beauty which was now amplified by the gentle glow of the moonlight. "I know someone here, who pulled it off for me. Perks of being an actor." he added and chuckled. He found himself looking at you, more than gazing the stars.
"You know, I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you before," He repeated again softly, breaking the peaceful silence between you two. It was as if he wanted to say so much but could only say enough. You turned your head to look at him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the intensity of his gaze. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're different. You're not like the other girls I've met before. You're genuine, kind, and passionate about the things you love. I don't know, it's like you light up the room whenever you walk in." You blushed at his words, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You had only known him for a day, but it felt like you had known him forever.
"I feel the same way about you," you admitted, looking down at your hands. Henry chuckled. "You do? I feel like I'm usually dulling the room by being a snob about everything." he jokes making you laugh. "Yes, even though you're a snob and nerd about everything. It's endearing to accept and want what you like. Nothing wrong with that." you add as he chuckles a little looking deep into your eyes. "Plus, It's like we have this connection that's hard to explain. It's like fate brought us here, you know?" you add looking back at the sky, wondering if this was the universe's intention, to bring you two together. He smiled at you, taking your hand in his. "I know exactly what you mean. It's like we were meant to meet, even if it's just for this one magical night." You felt a wave of sadness drown you at his words, knowing that you would have to say goodbye soon. "I don't want this night to end," you whispered. "Neither do I, trust me..." Henry replied looking at the sky, squeezing your hand.
"But I promise you, (y/n), I will never forget this moment. And I will never forget you." You looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. You didn't know what to say, but you knew that you felt the same way. You didn't want to leave this magical moment behind, but you knew you had to. "Thank you for this, Henry. This has been the most incredible night of my life." He leaned in closer to you, his breath warm on your cheek. "It's not over yet, darling," he whispered. "We still have sometime." he adds and all you wanted to do was kiss his tender lips in that moment. It took every ounce of willpower in your body to not lean in and kiss him for hours. There was some connection, chemistry, and definitely a sexual tension, thick enough to be cut by a knife, and it was so weird but so amazing. You both laid there next to each other peacefully looking at the sky and contemplating your lives and connection in that moment.
After a while, you look at the time and then look at him. "I think, we should..." you didn't wanted to say it out loud. "Yeah...yeah we should." he just added silently, getting up, and giving you a hand. As you both got up from the cozy bed under the stars, you felt a sense of loss. You wished this moment could last forever, but you both knew that wasn't possible. You had to part ways. You took a deep breath and turned to him, "I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. It was magical." He looked at you with a serious expression and asked, "Do you know French?"
You were a bit taken aback by the sudden question and replied, "No, I don't."He nodded and took a deep breath before beginning to speak in French, "Tu es belle et intelligente. J'ai passé la meilleure nuit de ma vie avec toi. J'aimerais que nous n'ayons pas à nous séparer. J'aimerais ne pas sortir avec elle. J'aimerais pouvoir t'embrasser maintenant. J'aimerais savoir ce que je ressens. J'aimerais pouvoir vous expliquer cela. Je souhaite que cette nuit ne finisse jamais. Mais il est. Vous êtes une femme très spéciale. Personne ne m'a jamais fait ressentir ça. Je souhaiterais être avec toi." (You are very beautiful and smart. I had the best night of my life with you. I wish we didn't have to separate. I wish I didn't go out with her. I wish I could kiss you right now. I wish I knew what I feel. I wish I could explain that to you. I wish this night never ends. But it is. You are a very special woman. No one has ever made me feel like that. I wish I could be with you.) There he was saying what he felt out loud knowing you won't know what he said. It was important for him to convey everything to you, even if this was the end, which honestly felt like a beginning. He couldn't do it to his girlfriend, and he didn't feel right letting you go too, but he knew he has to. So he said what he felt, because if this was the end, he would have less regrets in the future.
You looked at him, surprised and confused, not understanding what he said. He then just kissed your head and bid farewell to you. "Goodbye Hen" you said gently letting go of his hand. You felt like busting info tears, but you also felt extremely fulfilled and happy. This was weird. Seeing him walk away felt like torture. It felt wrong. You just turned to leave, but he called out to you, "Wait, I forgot to take any contact of yours." You turned to him and just smiled with a sigh, "If we're meant to meet again, you will just find me... Divine timing remember?" And with that, you walked away, leaving Henry amazed. You were shocked by the sudden exit you made yourself, but you kept walking. If you turned around, even for a look, you knew you would go weak and run into his arms.
As you walked away, you couldn't stop thinking about the night you just had. You felt a strong connection with Henry, but you knew it couldn't go further than that. You both had your own lives to go back to, and it was for the best. But as you lay in bed that night, you couldn't stop thinking about Henry and the way he made you feel. You felt a sense of longing and wondered if you would ever see him again, and what your futures could look like, had this night gone a different way.
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A year had passed since that magical night in Italy with Henry. A year since you sat under the stars and felt a sense of loss as you parted ways, not knowing when or if you'd see each other again. It had been a few months since you had published your book and have now become a bestselling author, thanks to the story of Rebecca and Laurent in your book, which was the story of you and Henry... Your life had changed so much in a year, but your heart still held onto the memories of that one perfect day.
You were now in LA for a book signing, and as you sat at the table signing books, you couldn't help but think of Henry. You hadn't heard from him in a year, and every time you thought of him, your heart would flutter with a mix of excitement and sadness. You had even tried to reach out to him once, but he was a celebrity, and your message got lost in a sea of fans. Plus you had seen him accompany his girlfriend to events, so it was pretty obvious that he wanted nothing to do with you now. A part of you was happy for him. Happy that he's figured out his life, but a part was crashing down, thinking of you ever met anything to him, and if the two of you were possible.
As you were signing books, you looked up and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man walking towards you. For a moment, you thought it was Henry, but you quickly shook the thought away, thinking you were just being silly. He was wearing a face mask, so you couldn't see his face, but when you asked for his name, he looked deep into your eyes and said, "Laurent."
Your heart skipped a beat as you dropped your pen and looked at him in amazement. It couldn't be him. This could not be Henry. You tried to breathe but it was as if you had forgotten how to. A part of you wanted that masked man to be him. You wanted to see him again, you wanted to feel that way again, but a part of you wanted to bury whatever happened in the past and let him be happy, and keep it as an incomplete tale.
The man looked at you and slowly removed his mask, as you fell your soul escape your body. It was Henry... He was truly here. For a moment you were blank, trying to regain your composure and register your realty. "I'm here to take my Rebecca." he said with his husky voice and an evident smile on his face. Most people there didn't know that it was indeed Henry Cavill in the room, but they cheered because they all loved Laurent and Rebecca. This wasn't true. He isn't truly here. This isn't really happening. Is it? You ended up contemplating everything for a good few minutes before you abruptly called your manager and requested him to cancel the signing for the day. He saw Henry, and immediately knew what was up. He was one of the closest people you had and he knew everything, so he, like a fairy godmother, handled the situation, and took Henry to the hotel suite, giving you time to regain your composure and register reality.
You couldn't believe he was here, in front of you, after all this time. As you stepped into your hotel suite's living room, your heart racing and your mind completely blank, you saw him. Henry was sitting there, looking as stunning as ever. You couldn't believe your eyes. Was it really him? Or was it just your mind playing tricks on you again? Because you had imagined this moment in your head multiple times during your sleepless nights, and today you were living it. But there he was, in the flesh and bone, with a smile on his face that could light up a room.
You were so overwhelmed by the sight of him that you couldn't form any words. You just stood there staring at him, taking in every detail of his face. It was like time had stood still for him, but for you, it had been a year. A year filled with questions, doubts, and what-ifs. You wanted to ask him so much, but you couldn't even find your voice. Henry, on the other hand, was calm and composed. He stood up from his chair and walked towards you. As he came closer, you could smell his cologne, and it took all your willpower not to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest.
"Hi," he said, his voice low and smooth. "It's good to see you again." You couldn't believe how calm he was. You were in a state of shock, yet he seemed to be taking everything in stride. You finally found your voice and managed to say, "What are you doing here Henry?" You didn't wanted to sound rude but you were confused, angry, frustrated, and most of all, in shock.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and chuckled smiling, "Ouch. I thought you liked me." he said jokingly and all you could do was travel back in time to your night with him. It was as if all the emotions and memories hit refresh. "I came here for you." he adds still smiling knowing well enough that you're in no position to talk with his sudden stunt. You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at the sound of his words. He continued, "I've missed you, (y/n). A lot has happened in the past year, and I've realized that I can't stop thinking about you. I had to see you again..." This time you could feel the pain in his voice. The longing and hurt clearly reflected in his now trembling voice and thinking eyes. You were speechless. You didn't know how to respond to his confession. All you knew was that you missed him more than anything, and you didn't want to waste any more time apart.
You took a step closer to him and said, "I've missed you too, Henry. More than I can say." He reached out and took your hand, pulling you closer to him. "But..." His grip on your waist and hand loosened, and you could see the colour fade from his face. What if she find someone else. What if she doesn't want me anymore. What if she doesn't feel the same way. All these thoughts immediately plagued his mind. As you looked into Henry's eyes, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. You had so many questions, doubts, and fears that you wanted to confront him about. You needed to know the truth, and you didn't want to hold anything back. "Henry, I need to know," you said, taking a deep breath. "Why didn't you respond to my message? Did you even get it?"
Henry released a sign of relief as you saw his face soften up while he reached for your hand again kissing it. "Fuck. You texted me? Love, I'm so sorry. I never got your message. My managers usually filter through my texts, and they probably didn't see it. Although, I did give them your name, but they must have missed it because I didn't receive it. In fact, I had asked them to search for you, but all I knew was your name and that you were a writer...." You nod and let out a small sigh of relief, but there was still a lingering doubt in your mind. "And... What about the girl you were with in all those pictures? Your girlfriend? Were you still with her?" Henry's expression turned pained as he let go of your hand, and ran a hand through his hair. "No. I tried to make things work with her, but I wasn't the same after meeting you. I fell in love with you, and being with her just wasn't enough. We broke up a long time ago, and my managers just wanted me to have a 'partner' to keep the rumors going. She was an Influencer, so she was happy to get her publicity. We never did anything after Italy, and only met at those events. I never knew the same happiness as her, as I did with you..."
You felt a twinge of guilt in your chest, knowing that Henry had been going through so much, all while you were busy with your book. But, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed at the thought that he was in love with you, and this is the first time he's said that. You just looked into his eyes as he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, cupping your cheeks. "I will always owe you for one thing, and that is, you sent me away that day in Italy. You sent me back to my life so I could truly realise how much I needed you..." You bit your lip trying to control your tears as you looked at him.
"(y/n)" Henry said, pilling you closer to him. "I love you so so much, and I so not want to spend one day away from you." he said as your lips brushed against his. "Please say something..." he whispered and looked at you with the most hopeful gaze. You loved him there was no doubt in that, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with this man. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. "J't'aime beaucoup..." you said I love you more in French, something Rebecca tells Laurent in the books, which was a take on your and Henry's last moment together. Henry's face broke into a huge grin as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel your heart racing as you melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as he pulled you closer.
The kiss was full of so much love and emotion, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful new chapter in your life. He looked in your eyes, enjoying the silence and the swell on your lips before you crashed your lips together again. You barely knew this man but you felt like you knew him from ages, and that's exactly what he felt. As Henry's lips pressed against yours, you couldn't help but get lost in the moment. His kiss was electrifying, and it was as if you were transported back to that small Italian town where you first met. Henry finally pulled away for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to memorize every features. "You're even more beautiful now," he whispered, and you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. Your hair had grown since he last saw you, and you had tanned a little, and all he could do was to worship your beauty. He gently picks you up in his arms and takes you to the bed where you start to kiss him again, your hands caressing each other's bodies, trying to feel every nook and detail. After a while of making out, Henry kissed your nose and said, " Be right back" and suddenly got up from the bed disappearing into the living room again. You heard the clinking of glass and the sound of a cork popping, and he reappeared with a bottle of the same Italian wine you had shared on that day. You chuckled "Baby did you seriously got this?" You sit up a little for a better view, as he poured you both a glass, and you took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. "How can I forget the only thing because of which I met you?" he says and you chuckled and sat down next to you. Henry pulled you onto his lap, his lips trailing down your neck and chest, and then back up to your lips. You loved the way he kissed you, with a passion that left you breathless. You never knew you could feel this way, so consumed by love and desire.
"I've missed you so much," he whispers against your shoulders. "I missed you," you reply, your heart racing with emotion. "I can't believe this is happening."
"It's real, babygirl. You and me, we're meant to be together," he says, his eyes locked onto yours, as he then started to kiss your neck and then your shoulder. "Mm put bottoms up the drink or put the glass aside" he said a little annoyed because you were taking too long to drink your wine, and he had to get to business. You chuckled and looked at him. "You're already very demanding. Aren't you?" You said cockily but chugged the last of the wine putting the glass aside as he looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, and nods. "Yeah. I am." He said and then flips you both around so you're under him, and he starts to kiss your lips and then your neck and shoulders. "I waited so long for this..." he whispers against your skin and you nod biting your lip, "Mm yes...too long, but you found me..." With that he started kissing you again, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire that you never knew existed within you. It's like the two of you are the only people in the world, lost in your own little bubble of love and desire.
The night wears on, you and Henry continue to explore each other's bodies, your passion growing with each passing moment. And as you fall asleep in his arms, you know that you've found something special, something that will last a lifetime. It was just like you said in your book; "They met, they talked, It was epic. The true epic love."
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A/N: Please leave a feedback! Do you want this to be a fic?
Can I request a angst that go into fluff that go into soft smut hehehehe….where the reader is feeling insecure about her body and her disability which deafness so she wears hearing aids and one of the day she was looking through social media and saw hurtful comments on a post of her and Henry at some premier and Henry just cuddle her in love and yeah heheh
Thank you!!
Broken but Beautiful
Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader
Summary: You have a hearing disability and get trolled by fans after a public appearance with Henry
You sit by the giant glass window, curled up under a soft blanket, listening to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside. You loved sitting by this window and watching the rain fall on the expansive garden. It's a calming sound, one that usually puts your mind at ease. But today, your peaceful moment is shattered by the cruel words of strangers on the internet.
You had been checking Twitter to see what people had to say about you and Henry's recent public appearance, hoping for some positive comments. You both had finally publicly spoken about your relationship, and you were worried about what his fans had to say about you. Although, Henry had already anticipated the impact this would bring to you, especially because you were a non celebrity girl, but it was essential for the two of you. You found some really supportive comments and were living your dream, but very quickly you met with your worst nightmare, a barrage of hateful messages and cruel memes, all directed at you and your hearing disability.
"Who would want to date a deaf girl?"
"It must be hard for Henry to communicate in sign."
"Bro the woman would find so hard to enjoy his husky deep voice lol"
"It's like dating one of those dolls which sing an 80's pop every time you tap the botton behind her ear. Lmao"
"She be making me him scream at night. Literally. ~ Louder Henry Louder!!"
"Bro's lucky in a way. He can scream, shout, and party till late while gaming and his woman won't know a thing."
The comments cut like a knife, each one reopening old wounds and insecurities. You know that your hearing aid makes you different, that it's something that sets you apart from others. But you never expected people to be so cruel about it. Not now. It wasn't highschool anymore. You were very young, a teenager, when you were riding home with your friend from school and her dad lost control of the car, causing the car to crash. Although, everyone had small bruises, and your friend broke a bone, you had a major impact on your left ear, damaging your insides. This led you to have a partial hearing disability permanently in your left ear, bounding you to a hearing aids' mercy forever. This did affect your adolescent massively, as you faced a lot of bullying and discouragement. But when you met Henry, a year and half ago, it didn't matter. You were a grown woman now, and this was just another accessory to your life like your phone. You did have some insecurities coming into a relationship with him, but he never made you feel like you had a disability, or addressed it like it was different to him in any way. In fact, he explained how it is simply the most normal thing, and is just like him wearing his contact lenses or glasses.
The memes are even worse. Some show Henry doing exaggerated gestures with his hands, with captions like "When you have to talk to your girlfriend in sign language." Others depict you as sitting unaffected with a moaning noise in the background, insinuating Henry cheating on you and you not finding out because of your disability.
It's all too much to bear. You feel like you're suffocating under the weight of the negativity. The tears come hot and fast, blurring your vision as you scroll through the endless stream of hateful comments. You can't help but wonder if Henry is regretting his decision to be with you. Maybe he's tired of having to repeat everything twice, or of having to speak slower so you can read his lips, every time you take the aid out. Maybe he's starting to think that you're in too much trouble, that he could find someone else who doesn't come with all this baggage. The thought makes your chest ache with a pain that's all too familiar. It's the same feeling you had after the accident that left you with your hearing loss, when you thought your life was over before it even began. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise of the rain and the hateful voices in your head, but it's no use. The darkness closes in around you, and you feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of your own despair.
You'rel sitting still, hugging your knees to your chest, as the raindrops keep tapping on the window. Soon, your body is shaking with sobs, and your chest feels like it's about to explode. You're clutching your phone so tightly, your knuckles turn white, scrolling through the horrible comments about you and Henry. Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your ears, and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid. You try to take a deep breaths, but it catches in your throat, and suddenly, you can't breathe. You gasp for air, but it's like someone is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Panic takes over your body, and you feel like you're losing control. Tears are streaming down your face, and you can't seem to stop them. You feel like you're drowning, and you need air. You try to get up, but your legs give out, and you fall to the floor, hitting the wall hard. It hurts, but you don't care. You're beyond pain at this point.
Your hands are shaking so badly, you can barely hold yourself up. You hit the wall again, and again, and again, as if that could somehow make the panic go away. But it doesn't. It just makes your hands hurt, and your head feels dizzy. You start to pull at your own hair, feeling like you're losing your mind. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You're trapped in your own body, and it's terrifying. You try to calm down, but the panic just keeps getting worse. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. You don't want to, but you can't seem to stop it. You feel like you're falling into a deep hole, and you can't grab onto anything to pull yourself out. The last thing you remember is the raindrops tapping against the window, as you lay there, helpless and broken, before passing out right there on the floor.
An hour later, Henry finally came home and unlocked the door. He stepped inside the house, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the evening with you, enjoying some wine and your company. "Honey!" He said his voice roaring in the house. Usually, you'd come running to him by this time, but he didn't see a sign of you. He thought you were probably in the loo, so he headed straight for the bedroom, box of chocolates and bottle of wine in hand, hoping to surprise you.
But as he entered the room, he realized that something was wrong. You were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was open, and when he checked, you weren't there as well. "Babe?" He called out to you, but there was no response. You never left the house without informing him of your whereabouts, and especially not in a weather that bad. He searched all the rooms, growing increasingly worried as each one turned up empty. Finally, he decided to give you a call and heard the faint sound of ringing, and followed it downstairs to the back room.
There, he saw you lying on the floor next to the patio window, passed out. "Baby? Fuck!" He said his heart sank at the sight of you. He rushed over to you, removing the blanket, as he picked you up in his arms. You were so still, it was as if you weren't even breathing. Henry felt his heart rate increase with fear, as he tried to wake you up, but you remained unresponsive. "God baby wake up, what happened here?" He decided to try and bring you to senses with some water, and ran to the kitchen to grab a glass. When he returned, he sprinkled a few drops onto your face. Slowly, your eyelids fluttering open, as you murmured his name. Henry felt a rush of relief, holding you close and running his fingers through her hair. "Oh thank God baby." He said kissing your head. He knew this had happened to you before. Every time you would stress out too much, you passed out. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As you slowly regained your bearings, he sat down beside you, holding your hand.
"What happened, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he rubbed circles in your hands. You explained everything to him through tears, how the comments about your hearing disability had sent you into a tailspin. Henry's blood boiled with anger as you recounted some of the cruel and hurtful things people had said. He hated this. He in fact blamed himself for it. If it wasn't for him being so famous, he could have had a normal life, and give a normal one to his family too. His popularity always kept him and his loved ones under a microscope, and one could survive only if they grow a thick skin like he did. He knew this was hitting you and would hurt you, and now he regretted announcing the relationship, seeing you like this. He hoped that people would at least have some decency, but he was wrong. The world was filled with monsters and he couldn't protect his girlfriend from them. "I am so sorry baby." He said barely over a whisper pulling you in his lap.
"Those people are just cowards hiding behind their screens," he said, trying to comfort you. "They don't know you, they don't understand what you've been through, and they definitely don't deserve to make you feel this way." He added running his hands through your hair as you sniffled, and he wiped away her tears. "I just feel so insecure about it sometimes, like it's something that makes me less than everyone else."
Henry shook his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. "No, baby girl. It's the opposite. Your hearing aid is a symbol of your strength and resilience, a testament to the fact that you've overcome obstacles that would have defeated most people. And as for those people online, they don't know anything about you. They don't know how beautiful, smart, and amazing you are. So they don't get to make you feel this way. I am sorry, I couldn't protect you from this." He said the last part, laced with guilt. "Plus it's a very normal thing. It's like me wearing contacts because I'm literally blind without my glasses. Jeez. I'm actually frustrated with what people get up to in their time and call others out on the most unexisting things." He said sounding very frustrated at this point. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you, and no this is not your fault. You can't change the world, and it is filled with horrible people. You cannot be accountable for every single one of them" He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You don't have to do anything without me. I'm here, always. And I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in, pressing his lips to your in a gentle kiss. "I know I'm broken, but you make me feel so beautiful and whole" You say melting into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "Shhh baby, you're not broken. You're just beautiful. My sweet, beautiful, and intelligent princess. You mean the world to me, and I'm pretty sure my world is all round and beautiful and perfect." He said chuckling and making you laugh. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.
A while later, you feel Henry's arms wrap around you as he holds you close, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as you both cuddle on the bed after a long day. You lean into him, feeling his warmth and strength as he holds you tightly. He pours some more wine into your glass, holding it up to your lips, encouraging you to take a sip. "Here baby, take some more" he said gently as you hold the glass. "Mmm are you trying to get me drunk Mr Cavill?" You asked chuckling as he simply just shrugs and smirks. As you sit in his lap, you squirm a little as he kisses your shoulder. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle and loving, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as he continues to kiss you. He pulls the sleeves of his t-shirt that you wore, down a little and whispers in your ear, "Baby do you know how beautiful you are? Mm?" He says in his deep raspy voice. You feel your cheeks flush as he continues to shower you with compliments, telling you how much he appreciates you and how much you mean to him.
He takes the glass from your hand and turns you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours as he leans in to kiss you deeply. You can feel the passion and love in his kiss, and you respond eagerly, your body pressing against his as your lips meet in a fiery embrace. As the kiss deepens, you can feel your bodies entwining, your hands exploring each other's bodies with newfound passion. You feel Henry's hands on your back, pulling you closer to him as he continues to kiss you deeply. As the heat between you intensifies, you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting all of your worries and insecurities as you become one with Henry. You feel his love and devotion in every touch, every kiss, and every caress, and you know that you are exactly where you are meant to be. He swiftly enters you and lays you down, gently pounding into you not once breaking the kiss completely. He slowly picks up the pace and starts to make you feel like you're the only person that matters. "Mmm fuck my sweet princess. You're so fucking beautiful. I love you" He said biting your lip in a hard kiss as you feel yourself coming hard digging your nails in his flesh, as he fills you up. "MmI love you more Hen" you say enjoying the sweetness of this euphoric bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You lay in his arms, as you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but you also know that you will face them together, with his love and support guiding your way.
