henryofsteel

[henryofsteel]

𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

i'm back?

warnings! edging, oral sex dom! henry x sub!reader? ( reader receiving and giving), dirty talk, very dirty hihi

words; 3.375

summary; henry is dared to do no nut november, and oh boy, does he take it seriously

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It was bizarre. Annoying, really. You'd given him every opportunity in the world to rail you, blow your back out, and make you incapable of walking for days. But it was all to no avail. All of your attempts had been shut down, to my surprise.

Usually, all you had to do was send the smallest signal to Henry, and he'd be on you like a beast, but the past two weeks had been different.

He’d been avoiding you, it seemed. He only kissed you when he left for work, and he’d even slept on the couch for some nights.

You'd been left confused and a little hurt by it all. Had you done something wrong, or was he perhaps just not attracted to you anymore?

The thoughts killed you, but they killed him even more. If it hadn’t been for that stupid bet….

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“A month without sex? You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Henry shook his head as the room erupted in laughter, but he was totally serious.

He couldn’t believe that he was the only one objecting to this nonsense. The concept was idiotic and frankly childish.

His friend had been the one to bring it up during a night out. Everyone had shrugged it off, but the tension had grown thicker as the night got darker, and everyone suddenly began to take it very seriously, Henry included.

So, as stupid as he thought it was, Henry was suddenly knee-deep in the ‘No Nut November’ phenomenon, even though he hated the idea.

Henry and you had sex a lot. No shame in that. Just two adults, who loved each other very much. What Henry did feel off about, was that all of his friends knew just how much sex you had. How? Well, at every given chance to escape from parties, dinners - you name it - you did. And you didn’t do it to have conversations and drink tea. No, you did it to fuck.

Henry had been labeled as the guy to fail the quickest, and it didn’t sit right with him one bit.

Luckily for him, his self-control was a different ball game. He had more control than all of his friends combined. If there was a will, there was a way, and Henry never let himself down once he had a goal.

“Oh, y-you’re participating?" Henry's friend asked.

Henry shrugged and nodded. “Yeah,” he huffed, and the room once again erupted in laughter, this time, it sounded more ridiculing than anything.

“What?” He asked confused and scoffed as he stared back at his wide-eyed friends. “Lad, you’re not going to last for two days."

His friends grinned. Henry returned a simple growl. “Let’s just fucking see, shall we?”

-

“Hi, baby!”

You grinned excitedly as Henry entered our shared apartment. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, furrowing your eyebrows at once when you didn’t feel him embracing you.

“Are you okay?” You asked and unwrapped my arms from his waist, looking up at him innocently. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Y/N, I’m just tired. Think I’m gonna go take a shower,” he commented, his eyes focused straight ahead and not down at me.

“Oh, okay. Well, I could join,” You smirked and winked at him, but he merely shook his head and smiled politely before disappearing to the bathroom.

Well, that sucked, you thought.

He was probably just tired. He’d been working long hours, and maybe all the man needed was some space.

You'd attempted to be the understanding girlfriend, even when you felt completely ignored by Henry.

The first few days went by okay, although the hours seemed to get longer as the days went by. The week overall was manageable but when the second week struck, Henry was beginning to struggle.

On the day of your anniversary, you'd made everything really special for Henry. Dressed up nice, cooked some good food, and made the bathtub the perfect place to end the night, together.

When he’d come home, he’d acted just as you'd feared; distant and seemingly blind to the effort you'd put into making your fourth anniversary a special one.

The dinner was awkward and I hated the tension. I broke the silence every minute, asking him questions, which he answered with simple and short sentences.

“I have a surprise for you,” You smirked. Maybe what he needed was some extra spice, and that was what you were going to give him.

“A surprise?” He asked as he was washing the dishes. He jumped when he felt your arms snake around his waist. Henry moved away and coughed. His boxers were starting to feel tight, uncomfortably tight.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. You'd scattered rose petals on the floor and lit some candles. It was the most romantic bathroom you'd ever seen, but Henry didn’t seem to agree.

“O-Oh, Y/N,” Henry coughed nervously and slowly backed out of the bathroom.

“Did I do something wrong?"

“No, Y/N-”

"Are you trying to punish me?"

Your bottom lip quivered and Henry sighed.

"What did I do?" You asked again, much louder than the last time. Henry's heart broke at the sound of your sniffles, and he felt like such a coward for making you feel this way.

"You didn't do anything, it's m-"

“Then why won’t you FUCK ME?” You shouted and sniffled. Henry's heart tore a bit. He wanted to tell you, he really did, but with the mood and how you were feeling, it didn’t seem as if it would’ve been a massive help in his eyes.

The next days were rough. You were upset, understandably. Henry continued his odd behavior and you were just about done with it all.

“Just tell me now; when did you give in and how was it?”

Henry's friend stood like a little child next to Henry and giggled, but Henry rolled his eyes underneath his sunglasses and sighed. He took his coffee and the two walked out of the café, into the park, Kal's leash in Henry's hand.

“I haven’t given in yet, and I’m not going to, so you might as well quit bothering me.”

Henry's friend scoffed at the answer he got from Henry, but he hadn’t expected much else, considering Henry's recent behavior.

He was in a pissy mood constantly. He was in conflict with himself at all times. The whole dare had transformed into something beyond his control. He was so competitive, sometimes it scared people.

At the same time, he was also terrified of telling you. He'd done some real damage, and you were already pissed enough already.

-

The two of you were going to dinner that night, to celebrate Henry's friends' birthday. You were going to a fancy restaurant, and you'd dressed up for the part.

Meeting Henry at the bottom of the stairs, you hadn't expected any sort of reaction to your skin-tight, black dress. And you were right, you got none.

Henry, had his eyes planted on the ground, humming a small, "Ready to go?"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, brushing past him, and sat in the car with crossed arms.

-

"Y/N! It's been a while! Why haven't you come around on set?"

Henry's friend and movie director, who was currently directing a movie with Henry cast as a lead role, hugged you tightly.

"I-She’s not,” Henry mumbled, but you shot him a death glare.

"Don't speak for me," you warned and raised your eyebrow. He sighed.

"Someone doesn't want me around," you said and nodded towards Henry, who dropped his shoulders and looked at you, slightly annoyed.

"Well, I'll let the two of you discuss that one," Henry's friend said and popped along to greet the other guests.

We all sat down around the long table, Henry and you beside each other, surrounded by Henry's friend group.

"It's been a while since I've seen you. You doing alright?" Henry's friend asked you. You glanced up at Henry and then back at his friend. "Doing just great," you smiled, a hint of annoyance in your voice. A couple glasses of wine later had really made the tension grow between you and Henry.

"Wait-"

Suddenly, Henry's friend, the man, started who'd the dare, began laughing hysterically. “Wait, you haven’t told her yet?” He grinned and the lads slowly caught on and joined his laughing fit.

Henry was so not having it. His fists were curled and his jaw was clenched. And you, you were utterly confused as to what was going on.

“Told me what?”

You raised your eyebrow and looked down at Henry, who refused eye contact at all costs, the guilt weighing him down like uranium.

His friend leaned in and whispered. “We dared each other do the no nut Novem-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you said and cut him off. You were quiet for a few moments, trying to assemble yourself before speaking up.

“You wanna explain yourself, asshole?” You spat and turned in your seat and looked at Henry, who sighed and looked up at you.

“Y/N, I’m so so-”

“Do you guys know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex with my boyfriend?” You asked and heads began to turn around the table

Of course, they knew. They were a part of it too, after all.

“Two weeks!”

It didn’t sound like a lot, but anyone who knew you and Henry understood that this was totally out of the ordinary.

“You’re telling me I have to wait two weeks before he can bang me? How many of you guys are still in this bullshit?” You asked loudly to which three of Henry's friends' hands went up, while two looked down at the table, embarrassed.

“Fuck this,” you sighed.

You pushed your chair back and stood up. "I'll get a cab. Enjoy your night," you said and began walking, but Henry grabbed your arm, still sitting. He pulled your arm down to his chest, forcing you to lean your ear to his face. "Do not make a scene here, please. I'm driving," Henry said.

He let go, and the two of you pretended to be on good terms, when you said goodbye to the birthday man, before walking out, immediately shifting attitudes again.

You knew just how competitive Henry was. Nothing could get in his way. Literally nothing, but then again, if anyone had the slightest chance, it was most definitely you.

-

The next days were very silent between the two of you. You'd stopped talking to Henry as a sign of rebellion. He'd treated you like crap. Now it was your turn.

-

“Y/N?”

You sighed at the sound of Henry's voice.

Your fingers were curled inside of yourself as you lay spread across the bed.

You continued, although the sound of Henry's footsteps came closer and closer.

You closed your eyes and began rubbing your clit, letting out a quiet moan.

“Y/N-fuck,” Henry breathed out when he walked in on you pleasuring yourself. His cock was throbbing at the sight of your naked body, but he denied all of those feelings and shuffled out of the room. The sight had made him hard as a rock.

“Henry!” You called out. An idea had popped into your head.

He opened the door and peeked in. Your legs were spread open and they were trembling with anticipation.

“Huh?” He asked you. His eyes were almost closed. He couldn’t bare to see more.

“Look, I know you’re not allowed to cum or whatever, but I’m horny and I need your help,” you stated and Henry's eyes opened wide. You might be on to something, he thought.

Pleasuring you always brought Henry pleasure, he didn’t even have to pull his dick out for this one.

He smiled and rushed over to you.

He wasted no time digging his two fingers into your cunt, plunging them in and out of your wet entrance. His head rested between your legs as his tongue made contact with your clit. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. God, he loved it when you did that.

What he loved, even more, was the way his name sounded when you screamed it out of pure pleasure. “Fuck, Henry!” You cried and grabbed his one hand that wasn’t fucking your cunt and pulling it up to your breast, signaling for him to massage it, which he did, gladly.

Henry smiled against your folds and licked them up and down, ever so often pinching your sensitive clit between his lips, which drove you crazy.

“I-I think I’m g-”

“Look at me, babydoll,” he ordered and you followed, looking directly into his dark brown eyes. You couldn’t contain the eye contact for long though, because your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you let out a loud cry as you reached your awaited orgasm.

You tugged at Henry's hair and breathed in loudly, trying to gather yourself.

“H-Henry, just fuck me already, please,” you sobbed and looked at Henry.

The offer was so tempting, but he just couldn’t. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his jeans tightening to the point of it being uncomfortable.

“O-Oh, shi-” he hissed and suddenly flew away from his position. You looked him up and down, eyes landing on the massive boner, he had packed. You held back an evil laugh as Henry stormed out of the room. “Where are you going?” You yelled as you stood up from the bed.

“I-I’m just gonna go for a drive!” he yelled back and slammed the door. He wasn’t angry with you, and you knew that. He was angry with himself. This bet was starting to get really fucking old.

The next days were seriously awful for Henry. Helping you out had landed him in a rather sticky situation.

The only thing on his mind was the feeling of your pretty cunt against his fingers and the sound of your screams still rang in his ears every now and then.

And you’d, of course, been making his life a living hell. Walking around naked in the apartment or dressing up in your sexiest lingerie.

Henry kept himself together, though, and you had to give him credit. He’d handled it all very well, better than you ever could.

(random a/n; this same-ish story, but where the reader is dared?)

The end of November was just around the corner, thankfully. Sure, Henry's hands were equivalent to magic, but nothing beat the feeling of his cock ramming into you.

You couldn’t wait, quite literally. Henry was so much better at staying committed to a dare than you. You needed him. Like, really needed him.

“Henryyy,” you whined and threw yourself at him like a little toddler,

He wasn’t as sensitive as before. It seemed that the roles had taken a 180 because you were hornier than ever.

Henry was sitting with his computer when you suddenly planted yourself in his lap and hugged him tightly.

“What’s going on?” He asked and rubbed your back.

“I want it so badly,” you whispered and bit your lip. Henry stiffened up and shifted uncomfortably around on the couch. “Three days to go, Y/N,” he comforted you, but that wasn’t good enough. “No, but like, now,” you said and reached down to straddle his cock. He let out a yelp and lifted you from his lap to the seat beside him as he stood up and paced around.

He was frustrated. It was really not fun anymore. Actually, it never was.

Henry hurried to his phone and put the phone to his ear.

“Chris, you tell me now and be honest; who’s still a part of this November bullshit?” Henry asked. You smiled to yourself and crossed your fingers.

No one, please say no one.

You couldn’t quite hear the rest of the conversation. You didn’t really care either, because when Henry came out, he had darker eyes and a wicked smirk on his lips.

“Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off. I’ll be up in two minutes.”

You squealed with excitement and ran up the stairs faster than ever.

You stripped out of your clothes and threw them to the side, feeling a knot in your stomach, waiting to be untied.

Henry entered the room. He’d taken his shirt off on the way up the stairs.

“Get on your knees,” Henry ordered and you did so immediately and without protest of any sort.

The room was pretty dark, but you could still see Henry's crooked smirk.

He approached you, stopping when he stood right in front of your kneeled figure.

He brushed some hair out of your face and cupped your cheeks as you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail at the back of your head and tied it with the hair tie he had around his wrist.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth,” he moaned and unbuttoned his pants, not even bothering to pull them all the way down.

You were just as desperate to please him again, so without waiting any longer, you took hold of his rock-hard length and gave it a few pumps. Henry threw his head back when you put just the tip into your mouth. Impatient and understandably needy, Henry skipped your slow tempo and grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock into your mouth fully.

After four years of dating Henry, your gag reflex was pretty much non-existent.

He began gently thrusting himself into your mouth and then sped up until you eventually could feel his tip at the end of your throat.

You watched with tears in your ears as your boyfriend had lost himself in you, thrusting himself into your mouth again and again until he was a mumbling, moaning mess, cumming down your throat.

You swallowed and Henry watched you in admiration as he offered you his hand to help you stand up.

Your lips crashed together for the first time in weeks, and you moaned into the kiss when you reached the bed. Henry put a hand behind your head and the other one on your back, slowly lowering you on the bed as he hovered over you with a hungry, lust-filled gaze.

You were merely wearing his t-shirt and a pair of old shorts, which Henry quickly tore away, your underwear following. He pulled the shirt from over your head and admired your naked body for a while, before snapping out of his trance to return to his duty.

He began placing kisses down your chest but you pulled him up when you saw where he was going. You grabbed his hand and forced it down to your dripping cunt. “I don’t need anything, I just want you to fuck me,” you nodded and Henry smiled. Foreplay was always a big thing in your relationship. It was a way to ensure that both parts were 100% ready, but there was no doubt in your mind, that you were ready.

“You’re still on the pill despite this stupid bet, right?” He asked and you nodded. He knew how bad you were at forgetting it, and he often scolded you for it.

“Good girl,” he whispered raspily. That made your heart melt.

His tip was at your entrance, and you wondered if the three weeks had changed something within you. Was it going to hurt after that long with no sex?

You shook every thought off when Henry placed a kiss on your forehead and slowly pushed into you.

“Ah-!”

Henry looked at you with wide eyes. You apologized quietly.

“It must be because it’s been a while,” you said and Henry nodded, understanding what you were feeling.

He continued pushing his member into you and watched you closely as you clenched your eyes shut and dug your nails into his wide shoulders.

He rested for a while, waiting for your sign to move, and when that sign came, he began pumping in and out of you slowly but deeply.

You grasped onto him and pulled him as close as possible while also wrapping your legs around his waist. “F-Faster,” you moaned with closed eyes and Henry grunted as he sped up, fucking you at an impossibly fast pace.

Everything seemed to go dull for a short moment. Your pussy clenched and your belly contracted tightly when a wave of pleasure hit you like a thousand bricks.

“I-Oh, my God!”

Your nails dug deeply into Henry's back and you scratched them up towards his neck, where they rested, fiddling with the ends of his brown hair.

“Look at me, baby,” Henry ordered and continued his thrusts. You had to collect yourself before even listening to his orders, but Henry was impatient and close to an orgasm, so he didn’t have much time.

“Y/N, I said look at me,” he repeated. The tone made you look at him immediately and you bit your lip and moaned loudly as you watched him orgasm for the second time that night.

“Fuuuck-urgh, baby!”

He trembled and with one last thrust, he pulled out of you and fell down beside you with a heavy but satisfied sigh.

“This November has been the best and worst of my life,” you sighed and Henry laughed in agreement as he kissed your forehead and snuggled you closer.

-

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[henryofsteel]

Hi @henryofsteel I'm feeling quite down at the minute so can you please write me a fluffy soft Henry care story please?

hello there! I'm so sorry to hear, that you're not doing well. I hope you’ll enjoy this story!

summary; henry takes care of his girlfriend

pairing; henry cavill/reader

genre; fluff/slight angst

warnings; none?

“Henry, please just leave me alone," you whispered, as Henry banged on your bedroom door again. He'd barged into your apartment, uninvited, and incredibly worried. He'd tried calling and texting. He'd tried everything in his power, to try and figure out what was going on with you.

“I’m not going away, so you might as well open up the door.”

You groaned and got off your bed, slowly walking to the door, which you quickly unlocked, before heading back to your bed.

“What’s going on with you?” Henry questioned. You felt the weight on your bed as he sat down beside you, hand on your lower back.

His voice was low and calm, and his pleading broke you.

“I can’t keep pretending like I'm okay. I'm not okay,” you managed to stutter out before bursting into tears.

You turned around swiftly and fell down into Henry's lap. For a moment, he was quiet, too startled to speak, but when you began sobbing, he wrapped his muscular arms around you, holding you tightly against his warm body.

"Whoever told you, that you had to pretend, my love? It's okay to be down," Henry whispered softly and kissed your hair. He was obviously pained to see you in such a state.

"I don't know why I can't be happy all the time. I love you so much, and I have everything I've ever wanted," you managed to word out between sobs. You looked up at Henry, guilt washing over you. "So why on earth, am I feeling like I have nothing at all?"

"My love," Henry murmured and planted soft kisses on your cheek. In a swift moment, he lifted you onto his lap, making it possible for you to hug him even tighter.

"You’re barely sleeping at night, and you’re overworking yourself. Stay home for a few days, and I’ll take care of you. I hate to see you like this,” Henry hummed and kissed your forhead lovingly. You inhaled deeply and nodded, feeling forever grateful for the loving man, you had by your side at all times.

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[henryofsteel]

Hello! How are you? I was wondering if you would write a henry x reader where he’s finally home from filming enola Holmes 2 and so his kids want to start decorating the house and put up a Christmas tree, and it’s just a cute and fluffy day of Christmas decorating!

a/n i made henry’s family quite large in this, so he has four children!

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠

pairing; henry cavill/reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none!

The early morning sun illuminated the perfect white snow, which rested upon the mountain hills like perfect feather cushions.

It was another dawn, another wintry day of bluster and ice, but more importantly, that day brought you one day closer to Christmas.

A soft wail sounded beside you, and in a swift motion, provoked by instincts beyond your control, you turned your head and smiled as glee flooded through your system.

Darcy's arms were aloft, and her little body wiggled, desperate to feel the irreplaceable embrace of you, her mother.

Darcy had only been in the world for three months, but already, she'd left quite the impression on her older brothers.

The Cavill household was a busy one. There never seemed to be a dull moment, but for some unexplainable reason, the chaos brought you peace.

You slid your hand beneath Darcy's head and neck, and your other hand under her bottom, slowly picking her up. Her cries abruptly ceased, and she looked up at you, unwaveringly, with her beautiful doe eyes, an innocent smile forming on her small lips.

After birthing your three sons, you and Henry had decided to try for one more child, and to your surprise, it was a girl.

Safe to say, Darcy's older brothers were over the moon with the new addition.

Finn, your firstborn son, was on the edge of 12. August, whose name was the same as his birth month, was 7. The youngest boy, only 2 years old, was called Jude.

Together with Henry, the two of you had built a comfortable family, where love and happiness conquered all.

Looking over at the bed, Henry's side was empty. Clueless as to why he would be gone at such an ungodly hour, you made your way downstairs, Darcy in your arms.

The Christmas tree!

Now you remembered.

Henry wanted to surprise the boys with a tree, as their Christmas vacation had just begun.

You'd allowed them to sleep in, believing that was the only right thing to do when there was no school.

"Are you hungry, angel?" You whispered and cooed to Darcy, whose smile could brighten up the entire universe.

Warming a bottle and swiftly testing it on your hand, you wrapped yourself up in a blanket and started feeding Darcy.

"Mummy."

You heard a tired voice mumble from behind. You turned your head and watched as August made his way towards you, rubbing his tired eyes.

"My love," you smiled and lifted your blanket, welcoming August, who gladly crawled under, cuddling you tightly.

"Judie woke me up," August spoke with a frown. You couldn't help but chuckle at his dissatisfied grimace.

"Will you watch your little sister while I get Jude?" You asked, and August nodded swiftly, his eyes lightening up.

You placed Darcy in a bassinet. She was already fast asleep after her meal.

Up the stairs, you walked, but to your surprise, it was quiet. It wasn't until you peeked into Jude's bedroom, that you spotted Finn, your oldest son, rocking Jude back and forth in his arms. Your heart melted at the sight, and as you approached your son, he turned around and smiled.

"I think he had a nightmare," Finn spoke, and you found yourself staring in awe of his maturity.

You grabbed Jude in your arms and hugged Finn tightly, kissing his cheek softly, "he's so lucky to have you as an older brother," you spoke, and Finn smiled proudly.

"Guess who's got a Christmas tree!"

Jude shook in your arms and exclaimed loudly, "Daddy!"

You placed him on the ground, and within a second, he'd run off with Finn to greet their father.

You followed the hyper boys downstairs, and you couldn't contain your laughter when you spotted Henry trying to force his way through the house with a Christmas tree twice his height.

Before long, the massive Christmas tree was up and standing. The pine smelt cosy and warm, and before long, the boys had already dug into the boxes filled with decorations, you and Henry had carried in the prior night.

"Ah-ah-ah!" You spoke, and the boys stopped in their tracks.

"Breakfast first," you pointed out and they all sighed, but walked to the kitchen table, where you'd prepared them breakfasts of all sorts.

A box of fresh-baked cookies stood on the table as well. You and Henry had baked a bunch the prior night. Ginger cookies, vanilla cookies, some with fudge, others with chocolate.

"Did Darcy eat?" Henry whispered in your ear as his arms snaked around your waist as you were making coffee. His lips connected to your neck, placing a small kiss on the soft skin.

You hummed and turned around, wrapping your arms around Henry's neck and standing on your tippy toes. You kissed him passionately and smiled against his lips. With children's voices in the back and your love by your side, you could say, without a doubt, it was the most wonderful time of the year.

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[henryofsteel]

Hiii, I saw that you’re requests are open! Can I request one where the reader just finished her PhD in Oxford and Henry is super proud of her and can’t shut his mouth about how amazing her girlfriend is? Please 🥰

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

pairing; henry cavill/reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none

"So, you just finished Oxford? That's pretty impressive,"

Thank god, someone broke the awkward silence.

You stared at the five guys in front of you, thinking two things.

One; how the hell did they know, you even studied at Oxford, and two; why on earth did you agree to meet all of Henry's mates in a pub.

"I-uh-"

"Cavill here has told us all about you. In fact, he talks about you all the time. Bit annoying, actually," Archie, one of Henry's oldest mates spoke, but Dave, another one of Henry's childhood friends hit Archie playfully on the shoulder, "button it, Arch!"

You flushed a bright red colour, but the feeling of Henry's gentle hand on your thigh loosened you up a bit.

"Yeah, I um- I have a PhD in History. I've just been offered to become a development director at the national museum."

You weren't one to brag much, but in all honesty, you worked long and hard, and you'd finally gotten the job of your dreams.

The five men in front of you all stared with their mouths open, and you felt Henry laugh next to you.

"I understand what you said now," Archie said to Henry, who raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"You know, how you said she was your dream woman. Intelligent, beautiful, and really fucking cool," Archie said, his eyes travelling down to your 'Big Lebowski' shirt, which he'd already complimented once.

You looked over at Henry with a smile and blushed. "Don't look so surprised. If I'm lucky enough to score someone like you, I'm sure going to brag about it."

-

This is super short, and maybe not what you wanted, but I hope you'll enjoy it, nonetheless.

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[henryofsteel]

Reader surprises Henry Cavill with health homemade treats so he can still have something nice while filming, also maybe she makes Kal friendly ones too so he’s not left out🙏🏻❤️

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠

pairing; henry cavill/reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none

"What's all this?"

You shot your head up in surprise and met Henry's eyes. He dropped his bags on the floor and stared in horror at the mess, you'd made in the kitchen.

"Close your eyes! Get out!"

You ran around the kitchen counter and placed your hands on Henry's chest, firmly pushing him out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

"Y/N, what the hell is going-"

You slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence.

Now the surprise was totally blown.

That prior week, you'd attempted to make a brownie, which had turned out delicious. You'd made a batch for you and Henry, and you were so excited to serve it to him, only to be turned down.

Henry worked day and night in the gym, building muscles for his role in 'The Witcher.'

He was dedicated, which also meant that sweets, such as your delicious brownies, were a no-go.

You, of course, hadn't thought of that, but a new idea had popped into your head.

Sugar-free, fat-free protein brownies.

You'd, of course, thought of Kal as well, and had baked him some doggy treats, although they didn't smell half as good as the brownies.

You looked at your timer. Nine minutes left. Your eyes then travelled back to the kitchen counter. It looked as if something had exploded in there.

A knock sounded at the door. "Y/N, will you please tell me what's going on?" Henry asked from outside the door.

"No! Go take a shower or something."

Henry had just come back from the gym, although you hadn't expected him to return so soon.

"I live here too, you know?" Henry spoke, but gave up when he didn't receive an answer. He sighed and shuffled away.

You hated cleaning but forced yourself to do so. Just as the kitchen looked somewhat acceptable, the timer rang, and you sprung to the oven and peeked at the brownies, that had baked ever so beautifully.

You took them out and placed them to cool down for a while. You smiled as you heard Henry walking down the stairs.

"Can I come in now, or is it still a danger zone?"

Henry sounded a tad bit annoyed, and you agreed, that you might've been a little too harsh with him.

"You can come in!"

Henry opened the door and looked at you, then down at the table, where you'd made some tea, and decorated the brownies ever so nicely.

Henry frowned and looked at you. "Darling, I'm sorry, but my trainer is going to kill me if I eat those, even though they smell like heaven," he spoke and walked over to you, arms extended for a hug.

"These are different," you said, and Henry raised an eyebrow.

"56 calories per piece, 20 grams of protein. No sugar or fat."

Henry stared at you hesitantly, but a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"You've outdone yourself, darling," he smiled and leaned down to kiss you.

"What are these then?"

Henry picked up one of Kal's biscuits and sniffed them, only to jerk his head backwards and cough.

"Those are for Kal."

You rolled your eyes and took the biscuit from Henry's hand, leaning down to Kal.

"Paw," you ordered and Kal excitedly stuck out his fluffy paw.

"Good boy," you praised and gave Kal his biscuit, which he devoured within a second.

"I think you've got yourself a fan," Henry chuckled and grabbed a piece of the brownie, taking a big bite out of it.

He closed his eyes and sunk into the taste. "No way these are healthy," he said and opened his eyes. "You like them?" You asked and Henry nodded his head.

"You could make a fortune out of this, you know that?" He said.

"I'm sorry if I was a little too harsh on you before. I just really wanted to surprise you," you frowned and looked down.

"Hey," Henry spoke and grabbed your face. "These brownies are worth everything, including you slamming a door in my face."

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[henryofsteel]

May I request some Henry fluff based on the song "save the last dance for me" by Michael Bublé? 😁❤️

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 '𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒' 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒

pairing; henry cavill/reader

genre; fluff!

warnings; none

An innocent chuckle left your lips as your dance with Henry had been interrupted by a childhood friend of yours. "Sam?"

You broke from Henry's embrace and jumped into the arms of Sam, leaving Henry with a frown on his lips.

"Henry, this is Sam. I've told you about him, do you remember? He was the one, I used to go fishing with every summer," you smiled, but Henry merely looked confused, and you could've sworn, that he almost looked jealous.

"Henry, it's an honour to meet you. Now, do you mind if I have this next dance with Y/N? We have some serious catching up to do," Sam chuckled, and spun you around, further away from Henry, into the middle of the dance floor.

The summer wedding of Louisa, one of your very best friends, had taken place in your hometown. Henry, your boyfriend of many years, had joined you on the trip. You'd gotten the chance to catch up with many of your old friends, even running into one of your old high-school teachers at the wedding.

An unexpected guest was Sam.

You didn't remember many other people from your childhood, besides Sam. You spent every day together, from when you were five until you turned sixteen. The bittersweet day came when Sam moved from your hometown, and the two of you lost contact.

"He looks familiar," Sam spoke and nodded in the direction of Henry, who'd plumped down on a chair by your table, a beer in his hand.

"He's an actor, although he's so much more than that," you spoke and smiled in Henry's direction, but his eyes were fixed someplace else.

"Now, we might not have seen each other for a long time, but I know you well enough to know, that you're completely in love with this man, aren't you?" Sam asked you, and a bright shade of red covered your cheeks.

"Over the moon," you responded.

"I also can't help but notice, that Henry looks rather unhappy with my company," Sam pointed out, and you shook your head, but then again, when you really looked at Henry, he looked different.

Sad, angry, bored?

"He's just tired, it's very late," you spoke and returned your focus back to Sam.

"Then I suggest you take the last dance with him before you go," Sam spoke and planted a kiss on your cheek, squeezing you tightly before disappearing to congratulate the bride and groom.

You walked slowly back to Henry and met his eyes.

"You don't look too happy," you spoke, but Henry only huffed and shrug his shoulders. "I feel fine," he spoke.

"Are you jealous?" You asked, and Henry snapped his head in your direction, "jealous? I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous?" His voice slowly faded. "Maybe I am a little jealous, but I can't help it."

Henry stood up and grabbed your hands.

"If you only saw how the guys look at you. How you make every single head turn when you walk past. It's unbearable," Henry sighed, but you grabbed his face in your hands and smiled.

"You're the one taking me home, you're the one I love, Henry."

You planted a passionate kiss upon Henry's soft lips, and a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.

"I hope you saved the last dance for me."

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[henryofsteel]

Hiii! Could you do a Henry x female reader where you both go offical as a couple at an event & you're nervous about what people would think due to the age gap (mid 20s)? If possible reader is famous (motorsport racer)? Thank youu :)

ride or die.

summary; henry and reader go public at a read carpet event.

a/n; I’m really sorry if this was bad, but I’ve just woken up from a 14-hour-nap, so I’m a little bit confused right now lmao!

I felt my stomach twist slightly at the sight of the hundreds of photographers, feeling waves of nausea as the car stopped in front of the red carpet event.

It would’ve been a whole lot easier if Henry had been with me, but his publicist meant that the world wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

Henry had a way of easing my anxieties and making all of my worries go away, and if there was one thing that worried me; it was public events.

Having to talk to strangers and answering the same ol’ questions again and again wasn’t exactly my favourite thing to do, but I also knew that it was necessary.

My dress was exactly long enough to cover my bruised knee from an accident I’d had earlier that month. I hated dresses. The way they allowed little to no movement made my skin crawl, but at the same time, it felt nice to be out of my usual work attire for once.

The event was the premiere of Henry’s new film, ‘Enola Holmes’, and he’d invited me along for emotional support, since he hated interviews and red carpets just as much as I did.

We’d been given clear instructions to save our PDA for later, because God forbid the press would find out.

It felt weird to cover it up, our whole relationship.

I’d met Henry when he’d showed up to one of my races. I’d spotted him from the crowd and immediately felt a connection. We hadn’t been together for long, but I was certain; he was the one.

I could tell that Henry was getting fed up with his team and their strict rules. After all, he was a grown man, not a little child.

I nervously moistened my dry lips as the car stopped in front of the cinema, and the driver walked around the car to open my door.

I thanked him politely as he helped me out, and I immediately met Henry’s publicist eyes. She came over to me and grabbed my hand, rushing me over to the carpet.

“Henry’s gonna go on the carpet in a few minutes, so best if you do it now, so you two can keep your distance,”

I was suddenly pushed onto the carpet, in front of hundreds of greedy-for-drama photographers and journalists, who all immediately began yelling and screaming at me.

I glared over at Henry’s publicist, who shrugged her shoulders in a smug way and turned around.

“Smile! Smile! Look over here! Smile!”

The screaming was driving me crazy, and I could feel myself getting lightheaded, wishing for nothing more than for Henry being by my side.

With an uncertain, nervous smile, I tried to give the photographers what they wanted, so the whole thing could be over quick, but looking to my right again, Henry’s publicist was no longer alone. Henry was right there, towering over her, looking furious with her.

He looked over at me, and in an unexpected turn of events, he suddenly rushed over to my side, and embraced me.

Worries flooded through me.

They’re all going to find out. Everyone’s going to be angry with us.

But as soon as I felt Henry’s soft lips on my cheek, none of that mattered.

“She told me what she did to you. I’m sorry. She won’t ever do that again, ever,” Henry promised and looked at me with honest eyes.

I nodded at his words, and immediately felt the world being lifted from my shoulders.

The photographers in front of us clicked away on their expensive cameras, preparing to write the craziest of headlines, but I didn’t care.

“I don’t care anymore. Let the whole world see it,” Henry smiled and leaned down, planting a passionate kiss on my lips, as we posed for the cameras.

I looked to my right and saw Henry’s team. We couldn’t help but laugh by looking at their sour faces.

“I love you,” I whispered and Henry gave my side a loving squeeze.

“I love you, angel.”

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[henryofsteel]

friendly reminder! ♡

my inbox is open and begging for some requests!

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[henryofsteel]

drunk in love.

summary; you're a drunken mess, but henry’s there to take care of you.

pairing; henry cavill x female reader

genre; fluff!

warnings; mentions of harassment/being taken advantage of! drinking alcohol! blackout drunk!

“I think you oughta come and pick her up.”

I clung to the shoulder of my best friend and followed her movements as we made our way through the crowded club. Bodies swayed to the beat of the music.

“How drunk is she?” I heard Henry ask through the phone, and a wave of guilt washed over me when I remembered how I’d promised him that I wouldn’t get too drunk.

“On a scale of one to ten; a solid fifteen,” my friend spoke, and I shamefully had to agree; I was practically incapable.

“Alright, just stay with her. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can I talk to her?” Henry asked, and as we exited the club, I felt the cold breeze send shivers down my spine.

My friend handed me the phone, and I was immediately met with Henry’s stern yet worried voice.

“I thought we had a deal?” he asked, and I sighed.

“Deals don't count when you're drunk,” I managed to slur out. If I only had been sober, I would have realised that the sentence made zero sense.

“J-Just don’t hang up the phone. Keep talking to me, alright?” Henry asked, and just as I was about to agree to his terms, I was approached by an unfamiliar voice.

“Do you want my jacket? You can borrow it.”

I turned around and stared into the hazel eyes of a young man. He looked to be around my age. He was also drunk.

“I-I’m good!” I yelled. Even though we were standing outside of the club, the music from inside was still overpowering our voices.

“Who’s that, Y/N?” Henry asked, worry and a tint of jealousy roaming in his voice.

I didn't respond but instead turned away from the stranger, only to discover that Brianna was no longer by my side.

“What's your name?” The stranger asked. This time, his cold hand landed on my shoulder. His touch wasn't aggressive or forceful, but it still caused me to turn around.

“My name is Y/N.”

My drunken self foolishly believed that the man was simply trying to make a friend.

“Y/N, who are you talking to?” Henry asked, this time louder.

When I attempted to correct my short dress that had been crawling up my thigh, I managed to lose my balance and drop the phone in my hand.

“Shit!”

In an eager attempt to fix the damage, I leaned down and tried to pick up the now shattered phone from the ground, but the quick movement made me dizzy, and I felt all the alcohol shift around in my stomach, slowly making its way up my throat.

My hands went to my mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent what happened next; I choked, shut my eyes, bent down and groaned as a thin rush of fluid swarmed my mouth and splashed down on the pavement.

“Shh, baby girl. You're alright.”

It wasn't the voice I had hoped to hear, instead, the man whose name I didn't even know, placed a hand on my lower back and pulled my hair behind my head.

My eyes were watery, and my throat was on fire as I stood up again and shook my head. I was dizzy and cold, and the man, whose intentions were suddenly clearer than ever, did not help my situation.

“Let me take you home, baby girl.”

His voice was perverted and sick, and although my pleas for him to just leave me alone were loud and clear, he did not budge one bit.

“I-I have a boyfriend. Please, just leave me alone,” I hiccuped and prayed for Henry to show up.

Like an angel sent from the sky, the familiar black rover pulled up in front of you, and from inside the car, Henry must've noticed your uncomfortable state because he jumped out of the car and stormed straight towards the guy whose grip was wrapped around my wrist.

A single punch square in the jaw was all it took for the intoxicated man to hit snooze right there on the pavement.

Henry wasn't an aggressive individual and he’d never enjoyed fighting people, but when it came to the people he loved, it was a different story.

“You hung up the phone?” Henry asked me and took his jacket off, wrapping it around my freezing body.

I stretched out my arm and pointed toward the smashed phone on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I spoke and Henry sighed sympathetically. “Oh, baby,” he hushed and recognised my emotions shifting.

I tended to become rather childish whenever I was drunk.

Embarrassingly, a tantrum was not an unusual scene whenever I’d had a couple of drinks.

Luckily, Henry was always good at taking care of me, but at times I wondered; how on earth did he manage to keep up with my temper?

“Let's get you in the car,” Henry spoke, but I remembered that Brianna was still in there, and I'd just smashed her phone.

“N-No, I need to find Brianna!” I slurred and tried to break from Henry’s grip, but it was no use.

“I called Tom. He's on his way here. It's alright.”

Tom, who was one of Henry’s best friends, was the one to introduce Brianna and me.

“But, I shattered her phone,” I frowned guiltily and felt hot tears stinging in the corner of my eyes.

My emotions were bolstered by the alcohol and the temper of a little child was revealed.

But Henry, who had the patience of a saint, merely grabbed me firmly and swiftly swooped me off the ground, one arm under my legs, the other supporting my back.

“What about Br-”

“Brianna is fine, Y/N.”

Henry shut me up and walked to the passenger side of the car.

In a swift moment, Henry managed to remove his one hand from under my leg, suddenly supporting my whole body weight with only one arm as he opened the car door with his free hand.

He placed me in the seat and strapped me in as if I was two years old, and closed the car door carefully.

“You feeling okay?” Henry asked and settled in the driver's seat.

I didn't respond. My whole world was spinning, and I felt like a newborn baby, barely able to keep my head up.

Henry reached into the backseat and handed me a bottle of water, along with a bag of my favourite crisps.

“You're the best,” I sighed and looked at Henry. He placed a warm hand on my thigh and rubbed it lovingly.

“Try and get some sleep, yeah?” Henry said, and I nodded, placing my hand on top of Henry’s, allowing myself to completely doze off.

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[henryofsteel]

Hi! Could I request Henry x female reader who is a very stressed out scientist and Henry plans a relaxing evening with wine, romcoms and cuddles to help her destress. From a stressed scientist who needs a cuddle after all her experiments fell apart this week ❤️

a/n; i made this very dramatic because i’m 10% that bish. sorry for the late update btw!

everybody needs a break.

summary; after another long, hard day of studying for her upcoming exam, reader is confronted by her worried boyfriend.

word count; 1.287

pairing; henry cavill/scientist!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; panic attack! overworking!

In the six hours I'd spent in the library, I must've dozed off countless times.

Not for that long each time, but enough to wake up confused and demented.

Considering how much I hated the library, it was strange how that, out of all places, was the only place where I could ever truly concentrate.

The shelves were always dusty, and the place was usually a little crowded.

I looked out of the window and sighed. There was a heavy downpour. The April sky was grey and the sun was gone.

I flipped the page of my book, pushed my glasses further up my nose, and yawned. My whole body was screaming at me, begging me for a break, but I ignored the voice completely and tried to push through.

I'd studied non-stop for weeks on end.

I was two exams away from achieving my Master Of Science degree, and I'd worked my butt off to get there.

It had taken me four long years of hard work and dedication, volunteering and working long hours, and finally, I was almost there. The end was so close, I could nearly taste it, yet it felt so far away.

I looked up from my page and sighed. The stack of books was getting smaller. Only two to go.

It was getting dark outside, and the library was slowly clearing out. After all; who would want to spend their Friday night in a library?

I felt like a complete loser and wondered what all of my girlfriends were doing. They were probably all out clubbing, dressed to the nines, having the time of their lives.

I held my breath behind my pursed lips and attempted to make sense of the words on my book page, but it all looked like gibberish.

I could feel my eyelids start to get droopy, and as I was about to reach for my coffee, which had now gone cold, I heard someone call out my name.

"Y/N?"

I looked up. Right beside me, stood Henry.

“Hey, darling,” Henry smiled and crouched down.

He placed a soothing hand on my back, and I looked up at him with a tired gaze.

“Why are you here?” I asked and attempted to sound as polite as possible.

“I wanted to pick you up from work,” Henry smiled.

He grabbed my hand which was resting on the table and squeezed it gently.

I smiled tiredly and watched Henry’s eyes fill with hope, guilt spreading in my veins, knowing I had to let him down.

“I can’t, Henry. I’m sorry. I’ll just take the bus later,” I declined and watched as Henry raised his eyebrow in confusion.

I looked down and retrieved my focus back to reading.

“It’s 11 PM on a Friday, Y/N. You’re not taking the bus,” Henry began to raise his voice, but he managed to collect himself before speaking up again.

“How about we just go home, and you can come back tomorrow?” Henry suggested and stood up from his crouched position. Henry grabbed my hand in an attempt to help me up from my chair, but I didn’t move.

“I can’t, Henry,” I spoke through curled lips and sighed. My voice was shaky but stern and determined.

“I need to study,” I stated coldly and removed my hand from Henry's.

“Y/N, I’m not leaving without you.”

I scoffed at Henry and furrowed my eyebrows.

“You’ve studied enough today. You need a break.” Henry scolded me with a stern tone, and I cringed at the manner of his voice.

Henry hardly ever got angry, but when he did, it was no joke.

Henry removed his hands from my back and crossed his muscular arms over his chest.

"I'll catch a bus later. It’s fine," I stiffened up and shook my head.

A sigh left Henry’s lips, and I noticed that heads were starting to turn in the library.

He was only worried, and I knew that. He understood that I took my job as a scientist seriously, and he respected it.

He’d never gotten angry at me for missing out on dates, or even birthdays. But when he started noticing changes in my day to day routine, he started to get concerned. I wasn’t eating as much and I was practically only surviving on caffeine.

“You’re not taking the bus alone, Y/N. And I swear to God; I will carry you out of here myself.”

His threats seemed empty, but when he bent down and reached for me, I realised that he was serious.

“I’ll walk, alright?” I whispered loudly and huffed in annoyance. I looked up at Henry and rolled my eyes in pure rage. I picked up my heavy stack of books and pushed them against Henry’s chest, so he could carry them.

I put on my jacket as we walked through the silent library, Henry following closely behind me.

The air was cold and damp as I made my way towards the parking lot, where I had spotted Henry’s truck parked.

I reached the car before Henry, and I watched with crossed arms as he hurried to unlock the car, and as soon as he did, I crawled into the seat and slammed the door hardly.

I put on my seat belt and stared straight ahead, completely quiet as Henry started the engine and drove off home.

Our silence was only broken when we’d arrived home and walked into our apartment.

“I understand that it's stressful, Y/N, b-”

“You don’t understand, though! Because if you did, you would let me do my job, and not barge in and humiliate me in front of complete strangers!” My voice was hoarse and shaky.

“You're not yourself, Y/N! I just want to help you, baby.”

Henry walked toward me but I stepped away.

“No! No, this isn't right! I can't study, because I can’t think. Because I can't sleep!” I breathed heavily and felt hot tears stream down my warm cheeks.

“I feel like my heart is jumping out of my chest-”

I had no time to finish my sentence before Henry had engulfed me in a warm hug. Usually, I would give in, but something felt wrong.

“No, I-It feels like I can't breathe. Like I'm going to die.”

I was in a full-blown panic attack, but Henry only pulled me closer to his warm chest. Maybe it was the sound of his heart, or perhaps it was the rhythm that allowed me to calm down and find peace.

“I’m so sorry you feel this way.”

Henry looked down at me with warm eyes.

“You need a break, my love.”

I looked up and realised that Henry was right about everything.

This was just another stupid exam. I'd passed all of my other ones with flying colours, so why should this one be an exception?

“I-I’m sorry for yelling at you, Henry. It wasn't your fault,” I smiled and reached up to place a passionate kiss on Henry’s warm lips.

I sniffed and thought I smelled something familiar. Garlic?

“You smell a bit like-”

“Like garlic? I know,” Henry chuckled. He grabbed my hand and led me toward the kitchen.

The kitchen was illuminated by lit candles and soft jazz music flowed from the speakers, filling the room with a calm, romantic atmosphere.

The table was set with two plates, both decorated with the most amazing-looking pasta I’d ever seen.

“I hope this will help you unwind,” Henry smiled and pulled out a chair for me.

All my worries were long gone, packed away for another rainy day.

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[henryofsteel]

Justice League Chinese Interview (Part 1 of 2)

[henryofsteel]

Hey! Hope all is well on your end! May I request a Henry x reader fluff where the reader is crafty, maybe they enjoys tinkering on their dnd-miniature-table-top-world, one day Henry shyly asks them if they could make or paint something warhammer related, and that becomes a regular occurance when what he wants isn't/ can't be shipped out yet?

Hope that makes sense

No pressure 🙏🙏🙏

helping henry.

i sort of made this very different, because i know nothing about warhammer at all. hope you still like it though. also, this is quite short!

summary; you help henry paint his warhammer figures

pairing; henry cavill/female reader

genre; fluff!

warnings; none!

"Stop laughing at me!" You groaned and playfully smacked Henry's arm.

"I'm sorry! You just look adorable," Henry smiled and put his hand over his mouth.

You stuck your tongue out in concentration as you painted the tiny Warhammer figure, making sure to get every part of the uniform nice and coated.

Kal laid beside you on the kitchen stool. He snored as his heavy coat functioned as a blanket to warm him up.

A storm had hit the UK, and citizens were advised to stay indoors. With nothing better to do, Henry had suggested that the two of you paint his newly-bought Warhammer figures.

You weren't much of a gamer, but you were an artist with a degree from the country's best art college.

Painting brought you peace and warmth. It made the time pass by fast, which was nice when leaving the house wasn't an option.

"I can't believe you sold a painting for 20.000 pounds last week, and now you're painting my Warhammer figures." Henry chuckled and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of you with a concentrated look on your face.

"Instagram will love this," Henry chuckled, but you shot him a glare.

"You wouldn't dare," you spoke. You were merely wearing your pyjamas. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you'd switched your contact lenses for your glasses. It wasn't exactly your most glamourous moment, and certainly not one you'd want the whole world to see.

"Are you sure about that? What do you think, Kal? Should I let mummy have her way, or does the world deserve to see how beautiful she is?" Henry asked Kal, who looked up in confusion.

He was obviously teasing you, and you smirked up at him.

"Well, next time, maybe I won't paint any of daddy's Warhammer figures. What do you think he'll say to that?" You turned to Kal and spoke to him in a high-pitched voice, causing even more confusion.

"Hey, that was too far," Henry laughed, and you giggled in return.

"I won't post it-" Henry paused and walked over to your chair, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you from the back and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"-But I will save it. You look hot." Henry commented, leaving you with rosy red cheeks.

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[henryofsteel]

NO, I WILL NOT LEAVE! NOW STAY THE FUCK OFF MY COMPUTER, MY MICROSOFT WORD, AND MY PRIVATE TUMBLR AND GET YOUR IDEAS ELSEWHERE! IS THAT LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU, SWEETHEART??

literally, what is this? please private message me, because I actually have no idea what you're talking about?

[henryofsteel]

please, don’t leave me.

summary; you learn your lesson, when you - and your impulsive temper - finally go too far.

pairing; henry cavill/female reader

genre; angst/happy ending

warnings! mentions of strong language and a verbally abusive relationship!

based off p!nks - please, don’t leave me!

- i don’t know if i can yell any louder

how many times have i kicked you out of here

or said something insulting? -

“Ju-Just go! Leave!” You screamed and threw one of Henry’s shirts down the stairs. He stood there at the bottom, completely clueless as to what he’d done wrong this time.

“What now? What is it this time?” Henry asked, rubbing his eyebrow and taking a deep breath. He looked up at you, standing there at the top of the stairs with your arms crossed and your eyes fixed into an angry stare.

“You promised me you’d come home last night! Where the hell were you?”

Henry had never promised you that.

You were damn well aware of the fact that he was doing a late-night shoot , and therefore, could not come home to you before an acceptable hour.

“What the hell are you on about? I told you, that I was doing the shoot. I mean, I even invited you!” Henry roared and slapped his forehead, his impatience getting the best of him.

You thought for a few seconds, shamelessly admitting to yourself that you had nothing left to defend yourself with. You stomped your foot on the wooden floor and stormed away, towards your bedroom.

- i can be so mean when i wanna be

i am capable of really anything

i’ve never been this nasty -

Henry was a big guy, bigger than average.

You were a short girl, shorter than average.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t have some strength in you.

When that little head of yours became angry enough, that little body of yours would gather almost inhuman strength.

“Just leave me alone!”

Henry had entered the bedroom and tried to calm you down from your tantrum, but he’d only seemed to make things worse.

“Don’t touch me!”

You’d screamed when he’d put his hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you. You’d delivered a heavy push to Henry’s chest, one that made him stumble a bit.

Of course, there was no way to overpower him, but even Henry was shocked. Not because you’d pushed him, but because you were strong enough to make him stumble.

It wasn’t unusual for you and Henry to fight. All couples did and for the most part, your fights would be small, ridiculous disagreements that would end in some great make-up sex, end of the story.

But lately, the arguments had turned more and more childish, and frankly speaking, they’d mostly been happening because of you.

You had no idea why you’d decided to act out, almost as if you wanted to fight Henry.

He knew of your temper, and had, from the very start of your relationship, been the only person capable of shutting you up. But not anymore.

- i can cut you into pieces

when my heart is, broken -

Bringing up personal stuff in arguments had always been a no-go in your book for two reasons in particular.

One; mostly because it was utterly unnecessary and downright an arsehole thing to do.

Two; you’re not sure if you could ever forgive Henry for bringing up painful, personal information.

But there you were, mindlessly mentioning Henry’s recent battle with stress and anxiety, which he’d so bravely fought and concurred. You rambled on and on about all of the lonely nights you’d endured Henry was gone, as if he’d had much of a choice.

The words felt so wrong in your mouth, but it was as if you couldn’t stop yourself. They all came flooding out, most of them, you didn’t even mean.

“Enough!”

You flinched at Henry’s voice and looked up at him.

God, now you’d really pissed him off.

His eyes were more than telling. They were wide open and his jaw was clenched as tightly as possible.

“I’ve had enough of this shit, Y/N. We’ll talk when you’ve calmed the fuck down, and start to act like an adult.”

With that, Henry bumped your shoulder with his body as he headed for the bedroom door, rushing down the stairs.

Fuck!

- please don’t leave me -

“Henry! Wait! Henry, please!” You cried out, every ounce of regret pouring over you, now that you’d realised exactly what you’d done.

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N,” Henry said, stopping at the top of the stairs to look at you, his eyes hurt, but angry.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! Please, please don’t leave me,” you sobbed, rushing over to Henry’s large figure, wrapping your arms around his neck, your feet leaving the ground due to your height difference.

“Please, Henry,” you whispered, planting kisses all over his face and neck.

Henry’s hands hung by his side. He ignored your pleas for him to stay, in fact, he looked as though he wasn’t even listening.

The Henry you knew wasn’t there.

His eyes were cold, and his expression, emotionless.

Henry grabbed your arms from around his neck and unwrapped them, placing you down on the ground by your waist.

“We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down,” Henry repeated himself and began to walk down the stairs.

You followed right behind him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay! What do you want me to do?”

You asked desperately, fear entering your mind as Henry grabbed his bag from the floor.

He turned around and looked at you.

“I want you to think of what you’ve done, and then call me when you’ve realised that we’re not going anywhere, if you’re making up shit in your mind, just for the sake of winning an argument.”

And with that, Henry slammed the door behind him, and suddenly the house was very cold.

- i always say how i don’t need you

but it’s always gonna come right back to this

please, don’t leave me -

You spent countless hours crying on the floor, trying to understand how you’d gotten so out of control, that you felt the need to shame Henry to feel better about yourself.

The next morning, well, afternoon, you’d woken up with puffy eyes and a broken heart.

Why did it have to hurt so bad?

The guilt you felt within yourself was almost unbearable, and you’d do anything to take back what you’d said.

You’d talked to your mom about the situation, confessing your faults. She was disappointed in you. She hadn’t raised you like that. She’d raised you to bring people up, not down, and now, your relationship was in jeopardy, and it was all your fault.

“You need to apologise, honey. Right now. And be sincere about it. Don’t apologise, if you don’t mean it.” Your mum had told you, and you’d followed her advice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Henry,”

Your voice was already shaking.

You sat up against the kitchen cupboards, your knees pressed against your chest as you fiddled with your hair.

“So, what do you want to do?” Henry asked. You thought about it. The obvious answer was to tell him how much you wanted to hug him, and how sorry you were, but it just didn’t feel right to do over the phone.

“Can we meet?” You asked nervously. Your mouth was dry and your cheeks were hot.

“I’ll be home in an hour or so. We can talk then,” Henry said. You were about to answer, but he hung up on you.

You really, really, really fucked it up this time.

You put your face in your hands, letting the hour pass by.

The front door opened, and you rushed up from where you’d been sitting on the floor.

You peeked your head out of the kitchen and saw Henry standing by the door.

He placed his bags on the floor and removed his sunglasses.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

It was quiet for a few seconds, and you just couldn’t bare it any longer.

“I’m so sorry, Henry. You don’t even understand how sorry I am. I’m so ashamed of myself for all of those things I said about the-”

Henry held up his finger, a signal for you to be quiet. You followed his order immediately, shutting your mouth.

He walked over to you, his tall frame leaning over you.

Without a warning, he engulfed you in the biggest hug imaginable. You jumped into his grip, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

You removed your head from the crook of his neck and looked at him. You kissed him with much more passion than usual, melting into his lips.

“I’m so sorry.”

You repeated the words between the kisses, running your fingers through his dark locks.

“Let’s try and work on that temper of yours, yeah?”

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[henryofsteel]

lil’ update from yours truly

Hello to you all.

I hope you’re having a splendid Easter.

I imagine it’s a mighty shock to hear from me, considering I haven’t written anything on this block in forever.

Motivation has played a big part in that. I’m thankful for your requests, truly, but I do feel that a lot of the requests I get are completely identical, and I simply get tired of writing the same stuff over and over again. Frankly, I’ve scrolled through my inbox and sighed, because I haven’t had been able to write, even though I’ve really wanted to.

(Also, I’d like to take this time to mention that the requests I’ve been sent aren’t bad. Quite the opposite, actually. I just haven’t been able to make it work?)

So, I’ve decided to make a drastic move, one you’ll probably hate me for.

I will delete all requests I’ve been sent. (I promise, I’m a good person.)

I will also be opening my inbox, so you’ll be able to send me new requests, if you wish to do so.

I will attempt to upload at least once a week, but I will try and aim for twice.

Hugs, Marie.

#update

[henryofsteel]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Henry x reader smut where the reader is a virgin and is scared and confused as to what to do, so she lets Henry takes the reins and he ends up being very gentle and caring when he realises it’s her first time, careful not to hurt her,

Thanks

touched for the very first time

summary; the softest, most gentle henry ever.´´

pairing; henry cavill/you

genre; smut/fluff

warnings; big (legal) age difference between reader and henry! deflowering of reader! virgin sex! soft vanilla sex!

You had been thinking about it for a while. The more time Henry and you spent together, the harder you found it to ignore that funny little feeling that formed in your stomach every time you were close. Of course, you hadn't dared to bring it up to Henry. You'd even considered lying about it, just to escape the embarrassment. 

A 21-year-old virgin? 

All of your friends had already lost their virginities, and when you were faced with the question as to why you hadn't, you had no answer. 

It wasn't like you wanted to wait until marriage. You'd just never found anyone you felt truly comfortable with.....until now.

There was a rather large age gap between Henry and you. 14 years to be exact. It had never bothered any of you, considering you were two consenting adults who loved each other very much

The two of you were sitting in utter silence on the couch. Not the awkward kind, though. The peaceful, enjoyable kind.

You fidgeted with your fingers. You were 100% positively ready; you wanted Henry to take your virginity. 

Nervousness weighed you down. 

How were you even going to tell him? "Hey, I want you to take my virginity today?" No. You sighed heavily and rubbed your forehead. 

Henry was busy on his phone and hadn't noticed your nervous fidgeting. 

"Henry, I-, um," you stuttered and rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

That caught Henry's attention. He turned off his phone and directed his attention towards you.

"What is it, love? Is something wrong?" He asked, his voice seemingly concerned for your well-being. You sighed and looked up towards the ceiling. "God, why am I so nervous?" You whispered into the air, causing more confusion to grow within your boyfriend. 

"What's on your mind, love?" Henry asked, slowly scooting closer to you.

You finally looked into his eyes, his beautiful, round, ocean-blue eyes that were boring into yours.

"I'm ready." The words sort of stumbled out of your mouth. "Ready? Ready for what, love?" Henry asked. 

"I'm ready for you to take my virginity." As soon as the words had left your trembling lips, Henry smiled sweetly at you, his hand grasping yours.

"Why haven't you told me that you were a virgin?" Henry asked you, and you shrugged your shoulders. "It was embarrassing, I guess," you sighed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, darling, come here," Henry leaned back on the couch and patted his lap, inviting you to curl up on it. You took in a deep breath and scooted over to where Henry was sitting. You situated yourself on his thighs, your whole body trembling from nervosity.

"I can feel you shaking, love," Henry observed. 

"Calm down. It's okay. If you want to stop, just say so, and I will immediately," He added and rubbed your arm up and down soothingly. You nodded slowly at his words, feeling more and more comfortable as every second passed.

He leaned up ever so slightly and brushed his lips against yours, finally capturing them into a sweet, chaste kiss. Your lips began to move in perfect sync, your fingers wandering, ending up in Henry's gorgeous dark locks.

As you continued your make-out session, your hips began to move involuntarily, making Henry let out a soft groan. His hands found their way to your backside, gripping your ass. "Is this okay?" Henry asked sweetly against your neck. "It's more than okay. I promise," you replied as you began moving your hips a tad faster. You felt Henry growing harder underneath you due to your movements.

That only added to the fire that was burning in the pit of your stomach.

"Darling, let's take this to the bedroom, yeah? I want you to be as comfortable as possible." 

Your heart fluttered wildly at Henry's words. You shyly nodded at him.

Henry stood up with you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he headed for the stairs.

Once you entered the bedroom, Henry shut the door with his foot and led the two of you to the bed, where he gently placed you down.

He hovered over you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, reconnecting your lips into a hungry kiss.

With his body on yours, you could feel his cock better, pressing against you, making you let out a soft whimper.

Henry pulled away to remove his shirt, as well as yours. He looks down at your pretty black lace bra, his eyes seeming to grow darker in a second. "You're so beautiful, my love," He murmured, admiring your beauty. 

Henry began to remove your bra, but not before looking up at you, asking for permission, which you desperately granted him.

Once it had been thrown to the floor, along with the other discarded clothing, Henry's large hands began to massage your breasts, his cold ring making you shudder.

Henry leaned his head down, capturing your right nipple in his mouth. Your breath got caught in your throat as he began to suck on it. Your hand found his hair as his mouth abandoned your breast, starting to kiss down your body, past your belly button, down to the band of your underwear. 

Henry looked up at you, silently asking for permission, to which you nodded in return. Your head fell back amongst the pillows as he slowly pulled your underwear down your smooth legs, eventually tossing them to the floor.

You lifted your head, your gaze meeting his lust-filled one. "I'm going to use my finger now, darling, so I can stretch you out a little. Is that okay?" Henry asked. You felt your womanhood clench a bit. "Yes." You breathed out. 

Henry slowly inserted his index finger, his eyes fixed upon your face, feeling instant relief when you let out a small, choked up moan.

You softly tugged at Henry's curls as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of your soaked entrance.

"I'm going to add another one, alright?" He told you. 

He slowly pushed in his middle finger, making you gasp out into the quiet room.

"Are you okay?" Henry quickly asked, his voice filled with worry.

"I-It feels so good," you managed to choke out between moans.

"Such a good girl," Henry murmured as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. Before you could come, Henry removed his fingers, much to your dismay.

"I want us to cum together." You nodded eagerly at his words, making him chuckle lightly. Henry hopped off the bed, but not before planting a soft peck to your lips, rummaging through his drawers to find what he needed, a condom.

He removed his jeans in front of you, and he watched you gulp when your eyes landed on his length. 

"Don't worry, love." Henry smiled and crawled back on the bed, sliding the condom onto his hard length.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Henry asked. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life," you smiled. 

Henry nodded and got back on top of you, elbows propped on either side of your head. He situated himself at your entrance, stopping once you felt the tip prodding at your lips. "It may hurt a bit. Tell me if you need me to stop." You nodded, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, pecking his lips quickly. "I'm ready."

Henry sighed deeply, slowly beginning to push himself into you, watching your face the entire time, stopping when he was halfway inside you.

You held your breath as you felt deep pressure and a small but very present pinch of pain.

"Do you need me to stop?" Henry asked, his voice wavering. You swiftly shook your head. "No, no, keep going."

He pushed himself the rest of the way in, stopping when he bottomed out in you, remaining still until you told him otherwise.

It was quiet for a few seconds while you were adjusting to Henry's cock inside of you. "Y-You can move."

Henry pulled out slowly before pushing back in, creating a slow, deep pace. "Fuck-" He moaned out loud as he shut his eyes tight. "Are you okay?" Henry asked, his breath shaky and unstable. 

"Mm, God, Henry, just go," you moaned. 

He began to move faster, his hips hastily snapping into yours. He leaned down, pressing your lips together in a messy, sloppy kiss. His hand grasped the wooden headboard of his bed, the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock becoming overwhelming.

"God, fuck, Henry." You moaned his name out with each thrust. You felt his balls slapping against your ass every time he pounded into you, arousing you even further, and the unfamiliar tingly feeling inside of you grew more and more powerful.

"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, my darling." His voice only fueled the fire that was burning in your lower belly.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He moaned out, making your stomach swarm with butterflies.

"I-I'm gonna- I think I'm gonna-" You pulled your lips from his as you felt a tightening in your belly, your cunt spasming around him, repeatedly clenching and unclenching.

Henry propped your feet over his shoulders, hitting a whole new angle, making your jaw go agape.

Henry dropped his fingers down to your clit and rubbed the sensitive bud softly, the action sending you over the edge.

"Fuck, Henry!" You screamed out, Henry still thrusting into you, chasing his own high that he was so desperate for.

"Mmph, fuck," He cursed as he came into the condom, thrusting as he rode out his euphoric high, a loud and long groan erupting from his throat.

He discarded the condom into the trashcan beside his bed, rolling off your sweaty body.

"Are you alright?" Henry asked you, rolling around to face you.

You smiled at him tiredly. "I've never been better." Henry smiled widely, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. "I love you, darling." He stroked your hair, knowing that the sweet but small gesture always helped you fall asleep.

"I love you, Henry." You whispered tiredly, a small smile on your lips as your eyes closed and slumber invited you into its arms.

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[henryofsteel]

a/n; writing update!

holiday- and school stress has prevented me from being able to write anything lately. I will attempt to write, but frequent updates will most likely first appear after the holidays have passed.