Summary: It's been too long since Chris has been away. When his flight gets delayed, she's sad. But wakes up to Chris ready to take her breath away.
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: 18+ content, bodily fluids, oral (female receiving), sexual Intercourse, unprotected sex
A/N: I had to give some loving to my other muse, Mr. Evans. First ever smut and I would like to start with him because he has been the object of my fantasies for more than a decade.
Title: Deep in Love
Chris hated it when I watch his interviews online. He said he only acts the way the public wants him to be like, a little naughty for PR, a little held down to not come off as uncivilized or too out spoken.
To some extent I agreed. Chris was the human equivalent of a teddy bear, soft and cuddly and his intellect was beyond what could be projected through the camera. Chris was more than just a face and I was lucky to see him for who he really was.
Waking up to his sleep ladden eyes, heavy voice with tousled hair was the best sight for me. But I would never lie that seeing him on screen, all primped and dashing, got me craving for him even more.
Especially when he had been away for months on end and Skype calls could only satisfy me so much.
This particular one that I had stumbled on YouTube, a photoshoot interview that featured him answering the same old questions about his life. He always complained he was so tired of repeating the same things, but it was all part of the job eventually. He looked breathtakingly handsome in this one, the photographer had done a fantastic job.
Chris looked the best with his beard-a personal preferance for him and me alike. It was trimmed neatly, his hair slicked back and the beige and brown outfit complimenting him so well. Hearing his voice, that laugh, it just made me miss him more.
Dodger whined from his place on the adjacent couch. Chris's voice from the speakers seemed to have grabbed his attention too.
"Yeah, buddy. I know. I miss him too." I cooed at him.
My phone rang besides me, a video call from the man himself.
"Hi, babe."
How was it possible to be feeling mushy by your boyfriend's voice even after being together for three years?
"Tell me you are reaching home soon." I went to sit near Dodger, ruffling his fur while I spoke to Chris.
He scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, my flight got delayed because of the weather."
I frowned. I had been so excited for him to finally be with me, even prepared his favourite lasagna and bought his favourite wine. I was hoping that he would make in time for lunch and then we could cuddle in the bed while he slept his jet-lag off.
"Hey," he called out. His eyes soft and apologetic. "I'll be home today, don't you worry. Okay?"
I was afraid if he didn't come home tonight, I might forget what it felt like to be buried in his chest, his arms holding me tight. His scent was already close to a faded memory, no matter how hard I tried to remember it.
"I miss you so much." I sounded a bit whiny there, but I really did miss him a lot.
"I miss you too, baby. I can't wait to kiss you till you become breathless." He said in a sing-song voice, trying to make me laugh.
I did chuckle but the thought of being kissed by Chris untill my lungs gave out felt so hot. As my thoughts began drifting to activities that usually followed our out-of-breath kissing, my cheeks heated up and wetness began forming down south.
Dodger decided to bark at the moment, all the way near the door.
"Oh, someone wants to go pee-pee." Chris chuckled and shook his head.
I was thankful that Chris took no notice of my blush because I wasn't sure if I could handle it if he had decided to tease me with some descriptive imagery of our love making. I glanced at our pooch staring at me with expectant eyes to let him out.
"Wait, I'll just let him out-"
"Actually, I'll call you back. Someone is at the door, probably an update. If I'm late, babe, don't wait up okay? I'll kiss you good morning tomorrow."
I nodded and he was gone. I really didn't want to miss giving him a welcome hug when he came home. I didn't want a good morning kiss, I wanted a good night loving.
"Looks like we'll have to wait a little longer for your dad, Bubba." I told Dodger before letting him out.
***
I had no clue what time it was. When I opened my eyes, our bedroom lights were on, music playing from my ear buds, and a warm presence behind me.
Thought about not locking the door securely, or leaving a window open, giving access to a murderous intruder flooded my mind. I turned so quickly to look at the presence, I had to blink several times from the head rush.
My heart was racing from the fear, but it wasn't an intruder's sinister eyes that met mine. The man with soft, blue green eyes with a tired smile on his face looked back at me.
"Chris?" I sat up instantly, giving myself another head rush. But this was incredulous. I really hoped I wasn't dreaming. "Are you really here?" I stupidly asked.
His chest rumbled with his chuckle, him sitting up too. His face so close to mine, his breath washed over my face. A wide smile spread over my face and I threw my arms around him.
He welcomed me and held me tightly against his chest. Oh, how much had I missed the physical contact between us. He felt so warm, so strong, it made my heart flutter. I took a deep breath, the faint scent of his cologne and soap lingering, enveloping me entirely.
Chris pulled back his face, making me look at him. He placed a gentle hand behind my head and slowly placed a kiss on my lips.
I swear I was about to melt. He pulled me closer with his arm, I was almost straddling him now. Our bodies were flushed together, my arms still around his neck.
His beard scuffed against my face, as his lips moved with mine in perfect synchronization.
I had imagined this moment various times in the past months, about our reunion. It always hurt me when he left but whenever he came back, it felt surreal. I could feel the intensity of our kiss deepen with his tongue beginning to move with mine. Warmth spread from my cheeks, to my chest and settled as a heat pooled between my thighs as I tasted his sweet cavern.
I moaned as I felt his erection beginning to strain against his pants, nudging my thigh through the clothes.
The desperation to feel our bodies close, sans the obstructive fabric of our clothes, was so urgent that we nearly tore them off of our bodies. Chris laid me down on the bed, placing himself in between my legs. His cock was hard and ready and my core wet and dripping for him.
But instead, Chris decided to travel down my body. He gently grabbed a hold of my breasts, kneading them and placing kisses all over. My back arched as he took a hardened nipple in his mouth and sucked at it.
I held onto his arms, feeling the tautness of his muscles underneath my touch. I moaned when one of his hands travelled down my body and teased me at my entrance.
"Baby you are so wet. You really did miss me a lot, huh?" He smirked against my breast, his eyes dark and lustful. He placed kisses over my body, goosebumps appearing on my skin, making his way even further down.
I shuddered when he reached in between my thighs, his warm breath against my quivering folds. I let out a shaky breath when he looked at me, his dark eyes lined by his long lashes.
"Oh..." I moaned as he flicked his tongue over my swollen nub. I felt his fingers rubbing at my entrance before he slid one digit in and took my clit in his mouth.
I moaned out his name like a prayer, my hands reaching out and grasping at his head. His soft hair clutched in mine while he performed his ministrations on me.
The heat pooled at the bottom of my belly. He sucked and licked and flicked his tongue over me, another finger joining the first one. I was so immensely starved of his touch, that it did not even take long for me to come against his mouth. My thighs shuddered, my body felt hot and my panting breaths were the only thing audible in the room.
Chris lapped at my juices like it was nectar. He climbed back on top of me, not giving me a moment to relax. He licked his lips while lining his cock against my entrance.
The sound that escaped his lips when he entered the tip of his penis inside me was so erotic. My insides stretched to accommodate him, feeling him bury deep in me.
"Fuck, babe. You feel so tight." He said with a moan when he was fully within.
I finally felt one with him, joined at our bodies, competing each other. He leaned down, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist and kissed me deeply. I could still taste myself on his lips, feel him pulsating inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled out and trusted back inside.
My hips met his thrusts with groans excaping from our lips. The room suddenly was beginning to feel warm, our bodies beginning to sweat. He wound his arms around my waist while I encircled his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. The familiar knotting was beginning to deep within me as Chris hit my sweet spot with each thrust, like he had done a hundred times before.
The time away from each other must have been difficult for both of us, because like me, Chris didn't last long either. Together we came, him shuddering above me with a curse, filling me up. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, digging my nails in his skin, as his final thrusts pushed me over the edge once again.
In a heap of sweaty limbs, we both laid, spent and undone. Chris took deep labored breaths, his head on the pillow besides me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt Chris begin to go soft inside me.
"Hell of a reunion, wasn't it?" I managed to speak.
He climbed off of me and laid on his side. His breaths still coming in short but a content smile on his face.
"Told you I'll kiss you good morning." He pulled me over to him, my head resting against his chest. His heart was racing still, I could hear it thumping underneath. He rubbed my arm as his eyes began to close, tiredness getting to him. "Take a nap, babe. We'll need the energy for round two."
I smiled against his chest, hearing him snore and drifting into slumber.
Summary: Meeting Chris at a premier for the first time.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
A/N: "Ajab si" song has been stuck in my head for a couple of days. I had to pen it down. But this drabble can be read independently, without any relation to the song. Also, I high-key think I'll be having the same reaction as Shahrukh in the movie Om Shanti Om if I ever meet Chris in real life. 🥺
Title: Once in a Lifetime
Aayi aisi raat hai jo, Bohat khush-naseeb hai
This night is very lucky
As soon as you noticed the black limo coming to a halt at the other end of the red carpet, your heart started thumping in your chest. You adjusted the straps of your dress, holding the pen and poster of his recent movie character, amongst all the other fans lined up behind the barricade. The music was loud and the screams were deafening, yet your heartbeat echoed loud and clear in your ears. When he stepped out of the car, dressed in a form fitting suit, looking dapper with a huge smile on his face; you were certain you would faint.
Chaahe jisse door se duniya, Vo mere kareeb hai
The one whom the whole world desires is close to me
"Chris!" The girls behind you called out, repeatedly screaming his name while shoving their bodies against you.
While they shouted his name, you had lost your voice completely, staring at his figure dumbfounded. The excitement of meeting him for the first time had turned into a full blown anxiety attack. Your hands had turned cold and you were pretty sure your legs were shaking.
"Hello guys." Chris had walked up the barricade, greeting everyone while pulling the cap off of his marker pen. He was a few paces away, answering questions by the fans along with signing anything that caught his attention.
As he came closer, enough for you to notice the freckles on his cheeks and the vein on the side of his neck, you were nearly in tears. If Chris looked handsome on screen, up close he looked surreal like he was one of God's best creations.
With trembling hands you had reached out to him with your poster, feeling the stinging tears welling up in your eyes.
Kitna kuch kehna hai, Fir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahi
I have so much to say and yet I have so many questions
"Hi, hi, hi" He greeted everybody as he signed along.
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, smelling his distinct cologne as it overwhelmed your senses with it's spicy undertone. But your world near about exploded when he grabbed your poster and smiled at you.
Those mere seconds when he was signing his autograph, felt like a lifetime as time moved slowly for you. You noted how his hand glided along the paper and how he concentrated to put only so much pressure to write but not tear it. His fingers had clasped the other end of the poster, so delicately and yet so firm like holding a baby. The way his head titled to the side when he wrote had always looked adorable on tv; to be seeing it in person was like a dream come true.
"Thank you." You squeaked, unsure whether he even heard it.
"No, no. Thank you." He nodded, moving on to the next person and making his way down the aisle, clicking pictures along the way too. His simple acknowledgement had sent you sky-rocketing to the heavens; your life goal was now complete.
But your magical reality was ruined when you groaned as the girls behind you rushed to push forward. You felt the air leave your lungs as you were being crushed against the metal bars. You tried to maintain your stance but it was becoming increasingly difficult, leaving you gasping for air.
"Hey, hey!" Chris rushed back towards you, calling his men to help him.
Sapnon mein jo roz kaha hai, wo phir se kahun Ya nahi
Should I voice what I’ve so often repeated in my dreams?
You were hyper aware of his face being mere inches away from yours. His hand rested on your back while his men kept the other fans behind and pulled you out to the side. Once in the open, you coughed, catching your breath while bending with your hands resting on your knees.
"You okay?"
Your head snapped up when you heard Chris's voice. He looked concerned, the crease between his brows deepening with each passing second. At the proximity of your bodies without the metal barricade separating you both, you could notice the glimmer of blue mixing with green in his eyes and the way he towered over you.
You were rendered speechless at the way your night had turned out to be. Every word, every syllable that you had ever learnt had completely vanished from your vocabulary. When you opened your mouth, nothing but air came out.
Chris chuckled before gently placing his hand on your arm. "I have to rush but they'll help you if you need anything, alright?" He smiled at you before sauntering towards the media personnel standing near the barricades.
When you could gather your wits, you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. You felt your heart flutter, watching him in the distance as he animately spoke to the interviewer. In that same starstruck daze, you noticed your signed poster was missing, probably slipping put of your grasp when you were trying to save yourself from getting crushed.
One would think you would be upset about it, but you were anything but. With a faint tingle on your arm where he had touched you, you turned on your heels and made your way out of the venue with a memory that would be forever imprinted in your mind.
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I spend a lot of time reading your stories they’re lovely and funny ! Here’s an idea, Henry’s reaction to reader watching “Bridgerton” 😏😅
Thank you anon bean! ❤️ Okay I had this ask on hold since I hadn't watched the series myself. But all the while I was watching it, I was thinking about you Nonnie. So now I can finally write on this.
Warning: SPOILERS ahead!
Title: Bridgerton
"What in the world is happening there?!"
You swiftly turned in your place on the couch, your eyes going wide as you spotted Henry standing in the doorway with Kal's leash in his hand. The furry bear walked past him and licked your hand before strutting to lie down on his bed.
"You're watching porn?" He threw an incredulous look with the corners of his mouth twitching to form a smirk.
"No!" You were already flushed from watching the sex scenes in the show. Your mind had drifted countless times of being in those particular situations with a certain Duke of Suffolk.
"It's a show. It's really interesting." You pressed pause while Daphne and Simon were a moaning mess in the rain, all the while feeling a heat creep to your cheeks.
Henry sat next to you on the couch, an amused smile on his face as he raised his eyebrow at the couple on screen in throes of passion.
"So this is what you watch when I'm away?" He teased, raising his eyebrow with a sideway smirk.
"Umm..." Rendering you speechless with warmth spreading to your ears, Henry laughed at your expression. You punched him lightly on his arm, hiding your face in your hand but scooting closer to him nevertheless. Like on autopilot, Henry threw his arm around your shoulder, adjusting in his seat for you to snuggle up to him.
"You can press play. They are in a very weird position right now." Henry's voice was laced with playfulness, chuckling when you groaned at his jest.
You tried not to be too aware of his hand rubbing your shoulder, his warm breath brushing against the top of your head and his other hand placed over yours that was resting on his stomach. Even if it lasted for less than a minute, the erotic scene was forcing you to imagine yourself with Henry.
"What the hell?" He remarked as Simon turned away from Daphne on screen as he supposedly came. "Did he just-"
"Yeah. He doesn't want kids. So he-" You shrugged your shoulder and waved your hand to explain.
"Doesn't work hundred percent." He chuckled.
"Tell me about it."
Henry's shoulders shook as he laughed, snaking his hand past your arm to rest on your belly. You weren't showing as of yet, but little Cavill was already growing strong.
"Is that what you fantasize about? Doing it in the rain? Outside?" Henry's voice dropped below an octave, gruff and deep enough to make your core tremble.
Blaming it on your surging hormones, you turned to sit on Henry's lap instead. Caging your husband in between your arms placed on the back of the couch, you dipped your head to capture his lips for a long kiss.
"I wouldn't be opposed to it." You admitted, biting you lip as your crotch rubbed against his.
"Lucky we live in London, Mrs Cavill. Let's check the weather report, shall we?"
Summary: Walter sweeps you off your feet with his voice, making you both give your romance a third chance.
Pairing: Walter x Reader
Warning: lots and lots of feelings
A/N: This piece includes the song "In case you didn't know by Brett Young". Can you imagine Walter singing? Ugh. Puppy. 🥺
Title: Third Time's The Charm
It was a look of utter disbelief and shock that Walter had all over his face when your friends had extended an invitation to join your group for karaoke night. A bunch of your friends from the station were going to sing the night off at a regular watering hole and they wanted the Detective to join too.
You had awkwardly stood behind the group with your hands in your pocket, unsure of what you were supposed to feel. Things had turned platonic between the two of you after a failed second date. Your sour mood after losing a lead on your case and Walter's ever present love-hate relationship with his ex-wife was a disaster waiting to happen; escalating your budding romance to a halt on that faithful date night.
But your feelings for the grumpy cop never died and your were ninety-nine percent sure he felt something for you too. Although you had never voiced your displeasure, it had hurt you immensely when Walter started dating Rachel. You hated to admit it, but when things went south for the two of them, you had been delighted with a renewed hope of reconciling things with Walter. It was a lack of courage on your part and probably Walter's sheltered persona that had you both only exchanging fleeting glances throughout your days at the station.
After getting coaxed by others to join for a fun night out, Walter had agreed, much to your silent joy. Men being men had huddled together on an adjacent table for majority of the night, leaving you glancing towards Walter more frequently than it was acceptable for friends. Your heart fluttered everytime he caught you looking, sweeping your entire body with tingling warmth. After a series of drinks and everybody getting tipsier by the minute, someone challenged Walter for a song.
"No." He had blatantly refused only for everyone to protest.
"Come on! Don't be a sour puss!" His best friend had exclaimed. You meet his gaze at the same time as he had looked at you. You could see the corner of his mouth twitching to form a smile, the tip of his nose a faint pink and his cheeks flushed from the drinks. He ran a hand through his curls with a sigh, making you wonder if they would feel as soft as they looked against your skin. You had felt a glowing heat spreading to your cheeks as soon as the thought crossed your mind.
A series of hoots and applauses resounded in the bar when he stood up. Walter pulled the lapel of his jacket close, chugging the remnants of his beer before going up to the small stage with a microphone and a computer to select the song. You had no idea if Walter could even sing. It was difficult to make the stubborn man open up; his quirks urging you to fall for him even more and explore his deep seated thoughts.
When the slow strumming of the guitar emitted through the speakers, your group fell silent. The stage was illuminated with soft blue lights above it, fixed to cast a gentle glow on anyone singing. Walter looked angelic despite being build like a strong wall.
You thought you were ready to hear Walter sing, but when his lips parted and the lyrics poured out of his mouth in a string of mellifluous words, your heart skipped a beat.
I can't count the times
I almost said what's on my mind
But I didn't
Walter wasn't looking at you, but it felt like he was speaking directly to you. You felt your heart thump as he continued singing. The reason for him selecting a song that spoke about wanting to tell the person they love but being unable to do so, felt more like a choice than a coincidence. And the way he could sing the song without even looking at the lyrics on the screen, meant he knew this song by heart.
As the song progressed your friends who were recently married, stood up and started slow dancing to the tune. You swayed from side to side with your friend throwing her arm around your shoulder, glancing at Walter who had a rare smile on his face as he sang.
The way you look tonight
That second glass of wine
That did it
Walter looked up to peer at you, stealing your breath and piercing your soul with his glimmering blue orbs. He looked away though when a few other patrons in the bar stood up to cheer Walter on, raising his hand to wave at them. Being a place that the police department frequented, the regular customers must have recognised Walter almost immediately which explained the applause from them.
You've got all of me
I belong to you
Yeah, you're my everything
The way he could hit the notes, it was apparent that Walter could sing, or had been singing all his life. When he sang the bridge of the song, the intensity radiating off his emotions was undeniably transparent. He had one hand on the mic, the other holding the stand with his eyes closed. His foot tapped to the tempo picking up the pace, in sync with your own heart beats.
In case you didn't know
I'm crazy bout you
I would be lying if I said
That I could live this life without you
Even though I don't tell you all the time
You had my heart a long long time ago
In case you didn't know
You couldn't help but silently gasp when he opened his eyes, cerulean beauty digging into yours as he crooned the words. It didn't seem like it was possible, but you could swear that for a moment everyone and everything had just faded away. It was only Walter and you in that room, in that blissful split second, with the symphony of the song playing in the background as he declared his love to you.
The thunderous claps and the accompanying whistles pulled you back to reality as Walter strutted his way back to the tables. The guys patted his back with the ladies complimenting him while you could only smile along.
Walter and you were the last one's to leave, standing on the side of the curb as you bid your friends goodbye. You could hear your heart drumming in your ears with cold shivers running down your back with the wind and your nervousness. Taking a deep breath, you turned slightly to look at Walter who stood towering next to you.
"Hey-"
"I-"
You both spoke at the same time, chuckling awkwardly at the blunder. Walter nodded for you to speak, adjusting his beanie over his curls and pocketing his hands to shield against the wind.
"I didn't know you could sing so well." You rubbed your hands together from the cold but mostly due to the anxiousness.
"Thank you." He flashed a genuine smile before falling silent again. But his eyes bore into yours with an expectancy, finally making you muster up enough courage to speak.
"I know we ended things...in an unpleasant way. But, if you don't mind, I would like to try again." You gulped to wet your throat that had gone dry with anticipation.
Walter smiled at you, taking a step forward until he was right in front of you. Bringing his finger under your chin, he tilted your face up and bent down to capture your lips for a kiss. Your eyes widened at the unexpected, but welcomed, contact. Melting at the fervid passion of his kiss, you moulded against his body and wrapped your arms around his waist.
Walter rested his forehead against yours when your lips parted. His gloved hand felt hot against your cheek with his thumb caressing your skin as he caught his breath. You didn't want to let go for it felt like the thirst for Walter's affection had only grown by ten folds after that kiss.
"Walter," You whispered, resting your head against his chest as he stood up straight, "I take that as a yes. Third time's the charm, right?"
Walter chuckled, the deep rumble in his chest echoing through to your ears. He engulfed you tighter in his arms, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head as the wind howled.
"So I've heard." He said before kissing your forehead and raising his hand to hail a cab.
Summary: You knew the moment you saw the package at your door that Chris had some plans in store for you.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: 18+, RPF, naughty talks, use of toys, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut
A/N: Picture drabble time! It's kind of a followup/part of Morning Ritual. I can't get enough of this man and his ASP chats are not helping.
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Title: Make it work
As soon as his face appeared on your screen, you knew he was in a different kind of mood today. Donning his printed shirt and the white undershirt which did little to conceal his chest tattoos, Chris was all smiles and had greeted you with an excited "Hey!" with the conversation quickly turning into the most fun and energetic one you have had ever since being separated due to the pandemic.
Like everyday for the past weeks, you were on your customary video call with Chris. Only that it was a Sunday and instead of an early morning call, it was in the afternoon. You would have generally slept in through the morning, but the package delivery earlier that day had kept you awake ever since.
It was from Chris and when you had texted him to ask about it, he had written back in all caps, "Do not open it."
Your conversation was flowing smoothly when you asked him about Dodger and while he started recalling an incident that happened over the week with the pup chasing behind a squirrel in the park, you eyed the brown package sitting on your table. You waited for Chris to finish his story before you said, "You know I love Dodger and I love listening about him." You slid the box in front of you and pointed towards it, "But I have to interrupt. I am dying to know what is inside this box."
"What do you think it is?" He asked, grabbing his beer to take a sip.
You tried not to squirm when he chugged his beer while maintaining eye contact with you. You were in that phase of your cycle where your man could melt your panties even with a side glance. For a long second you couldn't look anywhere but his lips, wishing desperately that they were on yours right now.
Shaking your head and clenching your thighs shut, you looked back to the box and began tearing it open.
"At least give me a hint of what I should expect." You mumbled while trying to take the tape off the sides. You looked up at your teasing boyfriend who seemed to be enjoying your dilemma of not knowing what you had in store.
"All I can say is..." He stopped when you let out a loud gasp.
Your mouth fell open looking at the package in front of you. Inside the outer cardboard box there was black box with a pink vibrator printed on it. It was the kind that could be controlled by an app and a remote. Seeing that the plastic covering was torn, you were sure that Chris had already configured the settings with his phone.
"Chris," You began, feeling your cheeks heat up by every passing second.
"Before you feel cornered," he raised his hand to stop you from saying anything. "We don't have to try that. Anything that makes you uncomfortable is off the list."
You looked up at the screen and Chris waited patiently for your reaction. He had a smile on his face, watching you intently as you took the box out and turned it around in your hand.
You felt your face flush with warmth and your heart flutter at his words. You smiled at him, unboxing the device and taking out the curved toy in your hand. Reading over the instructions, it was supposed to be a g-spot stimulator; reading that was enough to make you wet between your thighs.
"How did you come up with this brilliant idea?" You asked, placing the box and the silicone toy on the table.
Chris laughed while running his hand over the side of his head, a nervous tick that he did when left flustered. "I was only looking over at a website for myself and then Scott walked in the room-"
"Wait-what?!" Hearing that his brother might know what kind of sexual shenanigans Chris was upto, you felt a renewed wave of blush travel up to your cheeks. Your ears heated up at the possible scenarios of them discussing which device will provide you 'maximum pleasure'.
"You know Scott is not bothered by such things right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulder. "Infact, that one was selected by him."
"Chris!" You covered your mouth with your hand, groaning but also laughing.
"He also wants feedback of how it felt, so he can recommend it to his friends." Chris clearly was having too much fun with your embarrassment as he laughed while he spoke.
"I'm not going to do that!" You protested even though you were enjoying this yourself. Very rarely Chris was in a jovial mood these days, hating the distance between you two and being holed up in his house. He also had a lot of projects lined up for which he was constantly stressed and to add up to his thoughts, he was worried about his family and your safety.
So you went with the flow of the conversation, watching him laugh and explain to you how the device works. He showed the screen of his phone which had the app open and to demonstrate he turned the vibration on. The pink toy began vibrating on the table, rattling along the surface as Chris alternated between low and high vibrations.
"Oh god." You giggled and reached towards it to make it stop. But Chris immediately turned up the strength of the vibrations and it bounced on the surface, making you shriek in response.
Chris laughed loudly. He had his pearly whites on display, squinting as he laughed with the prominent laugh lines on the edges of his eyes. He looked adorable to you and the sound of his deep laugh made your heart strings strum with it.
"You are being so naughty today!" You chuckled when your regained your composure, and quickly turned the device off.
"Yes, yes, I am." He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"I miss you so much." He titled his head to the side, a wistful look on his face. "When will I get to hold you again?"
The change in the tone of his voice ached your heart. You sighed, running your hands through your hair and finding yourself at the loss of words.
"Soon. We are still making it work though." You tried to be optimistic. You worried that one day the distance would be too much and Chris will move on to someone present physically near him. You had stayed awake many times in the night, laying in bed alone, wishing that you had never left the country for work.
"Do you worry about us?" Chris had his cheek rested on his knuckles, his eyes fixed on you through the screen.
You pushed your chair closer to the table, resting your elbows on the wooden surface. Chris imitated your movements, clasping his hands together in front of him. You instantly noticed the watch you had gifted him, the unmistakable golden body of the watch shining in the sunlight through the window. Smiling softly at your man and hating the solemn look on his face, you reassured him.
"I do worry about us, but I know we'll be okay. It's not going to affect how I feel about you, how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."
Chris sighed, finally his lips breaking out into a smile. "I love you too. I want nothing but to be with you."
You nodded at him, trying to blink the tears away. You did not want to waste a day crying over a situation that was out of your control. So you came up with a plan.
"Babe, are you alone?" You asked, picking up the bright pink toy in your hand.
Chris's eyes twinkled when he looked at your hand and how you twirled the device between your fingers. He slowly nodded, raising his eyebrow as you stood up.
"Be right back." You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Washing the silicone toy before use, you striped yourself off of all your clothes and stood in your naked glory. You switched on the device and carefully inserted the toy between your silken petals, marveled at how easily it slipped inside you since you were already drenched. You blushed that Chris could have this effect on you even from many miles away.
On your way back to the computer, you took a glass of water as your throat went dry anticipating the things that would occur.
"Chri-" You wanted to sound sultry but with a jolt of vibration that hit your sweet spot with ferocity, you yelped out. Your hands jerked forward and the water spilled on the carpet and you looked wide-eyed at your boyfriend laughing on the screen.
"Oh shit!" He had his eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood with the empty glass in your hand. "I didn't know you would get water too. Sorry, sorry." He clasped his hand over his mouth, waiting for your reaction.
He might have expected you to get mad at him. But you weren't even the least bit angry. If anything, that single shock of delicious stimulation had your entire body ready for some loving. So instead, you placed the glass on the table and sat down on your chair. Bringing your arms to rest underneath your breasts, watching as Chris's eyes travelled to your hardened nubs, you smirked to yourself.
"You have to make it up to me now." You twirled a stray strand of hair around your finger and noted how Chris's stare turned into a lustful gaze. "Come on now. Strip."
"Yes ma'am." He said before peeling his shirt off his body.
Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?
Pairing: Syverson x OFC x OMC
Word count: 4.7k
Warnings: 18+, blood and gore, major angst, character held captive, mentions of war, military technicalities
A/N: Second to last chapter for this series and I’m crying! The characters made for this series are fictional and I stuck to the movie “Sand Castle” for inspiration as much as I could. Also, the gif used is from one of my favorite wartime movie “Black Hawk Down” from which I took many pointers too. But tell me what you think would happen in the Epilogue coming next.
Huge thank you to @thelastsock who has been beta-reading this series and it makes me super emotional thinking it’s going to end soon. I love you so much babe. 😭💖
Summary: Perfect medicine for when she is hurting? Him.
Pairing: Henry x unnamed OFC
Warning: RPF (wrote it in bold and red so that it's glaringly visible), very slight angst, fluff, mention of road accident
Word count: 624
A/N: Drabble time because New Content! And seriously, Cavill, Sir, never stop and never change. I was barely able to write but damn! you provided the much needed inspiration. Also no physical attributes of the OFC mentioned, only that she is a cop.
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Title: You're my Medicine
Henry adjusted his beanie as the call connected to her phone, showing only his face on the screen as it rang. He looked outside the window once as Kal chased a bird across the yard, smiling at the jovial bear as he started rolling in the grass afterwards.
The next second, her face appeared on his screen, making his stomach drop for a second. With dissheveled hair and bags under her eyes, she looked like a wreck. But she managed to smile nevertheless, her eyes twinkling with the sunlight streaming from the window beside her.
"Hey, Cavill." Her voice sounded groggy like she had been sleeping but she did not seem to bother. "What do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"Like I don't call you everyday." He scoffed, shaking his head at her jesting. She only giggled back, dropping her head back on the pillow. "How are you today?"
"In pain. But look," She turned the phone around to show her arm that was covered in a plaster cast with drawings on it. "Boys came to see me yesterday and drew all sorts of things on it."
"Yeah?" Henry placed the phone on the island counter, bracing it against the wooden spoon stand. He leaned over on the counter, letting a little weight off his injured leg by keeping it bent at the knee.
"I should be out of the hospital soon." She turned the phone back towards her, gently smiling at him. She noticed him grimacing at the slight hint of pain from him limb. "How's your leg?"
"Better. Although, I don't have anyone drawing on my skin."
"I would do it when I get to meet you in a few weeks." Even though she winked at him, the pain in her voice clenched at his heart. It had been more than two months since he had met her. The distance between then only kept growing when he moved to the rental to finish his filming and she got posted to another station on the outskirts of London. Her job kept her busy too; being a lady cop did not mean she had less work. Also with the pandemic, it made it harder for them to be with each other.
"Distance only makes the heart grow fonder." She would say, when on some nights he felt lonely staying in the house and worried about their relationship ending because of the hardships they were facing. It left him devastated when she met with an accident while on night patrol, fracturing her arm and being confined to the hospital. He couldn't go to meet her and she didn't allow him to travel either. So they stuck to video calls with him calling her every chance he got.
"I miss you." He said, swiping his thumb over her image on the screen.
"I miss you too." She brought the phone closer to her face, blowing a kiss with a smile. "Don't get mushy on me though, I don't wanna cry." She chuckled but Henry could see the tears already welling up in her eyes.
"I wish I could be there with you. I know it mustn't be easy dealing with the pain." He meant it. He really wanted noting but to drive up to the hospital and stay with her until she was completely healed.
"It isn't. But you are still here with me." She tapped where her heart was, wiping the tear from the corner of her eye. "I swear they can give me all the morphine in the world for my pain, but you are my only medicine."
"And you are mine." He whispered while standing alone in the kitchen, mentally counting the days until he would cradle her in his arms again.
Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?
Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of war, military technicalities, character held fugitive
A/N: Heya everyone! The update to this series took too long. I had kind of lost my muse, but I'm back at it again. Third-last part to the series really. Lots of things happening in this chapter, you might even hate me a little. 👀
And as always, big thanks to @thelastsock for beta reading this series. I love you so so much babe 💖
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<Chapter Nine
Title: Chapter Ten
Liv looked from one captain to another, her hands behind her back as she was commanded to stand at ease. The tension in the room was palpable. Standing to her one side was Pepps, watching the cold exchange between his superiors with his hands resting on his vest. While on the other side, Liv’s and Alex’s second-in-command stood with a straight face.
“He cannot be trusted.” Alex banged the table with his hand, the cup of coffee placed on the metal surface shook with the impact.
Sy looked pissed. He was glaring at the maps and pictures strewn on the table, his face descending into a frown. His lips pressed together and his nostrils flaring the longer he stared. Liv knew something was wrong. She had seen Sy get angry before, but today he seemed like he was hanging by the last nerve.
“I say we grill him until he squeaks.” Alex stood up straight, looking at Liv for a split second before he averted his gaze. “You should have been more careful when you approved of the insider info.”
Alex’s words were laced with absolute venom, the caustic cut of his statement caused Liv to stare at her feet. His tight grip on her arms last night had left bruises on her skin which throbbed on hearing his words. She took a deep breath and looked up again, trying to avoid looking at Alex and concentrating on Sy’s face. Mahmoud was their friend, she was left perturbed by the intel blowing up, but she never second guessed Mahmoud's intentions about helping them.
She thought Sy would disagree with Alex. Sy knew how much effort she had poured into helping the Special Forces to combat the militia. There had been days when she had voiced her feelings to him about staying back at the camp. The sole purpose of her coming to Warhorse had already ended. They had been lagging behind on the food truck retrieval, with her chopper destroyed, her best friend dead, the only thing keeping her in Baqubah was Sy.
"No one touches a hair on that man." Sy's voice was authoritative. Looking at Alex with narrowed eyes glinting with ferocious vexation, Sy spoke again. "You want to stir unrest amongst the people who decide to help us. I am not going to allow that."
"It was you who asked for assistance. Wasn't it because you knew you failed?"
The air in the room vibrated with challenged machismo from both Captains when Alex questioned Sy's ability to handle his job. Liv could see Sy was suppressing his fury, letting his hands hang to the side. She had to ask herself in that moment, was she the reason why they were in disagreement or was it her guilty conscience?
"What do you suggest?" Sy asked with gritted teeth.
"We go to the leader's holding and attack. Cut them at their roots."
Like her lips couldn't stop themselves, she stepped forward and blurted out, "We shouldn't do that."
Two sets of fiery eyes looked at her in that instant. She gulped as she glanced from one man to another. Sy averted his gaze to look to the side with a scowl that pierced her heart. It affected her deeply, confused her even, but she had an important issue at hand.
"Sir, we don't know whether the locals would help us or not. And ambushing the militants, with their last known residence in the city, I don't think we should endanger-"
Her sentence was cut short when Alex covered the distance between them and stood over her. She took a step back, heavily reminded of how small she felt, how she cowered away from him last night.
"You do not speak out of turn, Sergeant. Have you forgotten how this works?"
"Alex…" She whispered, feeling weaker than ever under his piercing stare. Liv met Sy's cold stare over Alex's shoulder and felt dispirited with the lack of support in the room.
"You're dismissed, Sergeant." Alex spat out the words, glaring at her with his sea green orbs.
She spared a glance to her second-in-command and nodded her head, trying to avoid the creeping sensation of inferiority rearing it's head. Her eyes quickly flicked between Alex and Sy before she walked out the door, resisting the urge to look back.
***
Liv grabbed her gun and slung it across her shoulder. Picking up her helmet from the table, she strapped it to her chin, securing it tightly to sit on her head.
"Go ahead. Mount up the ammo, I'll be out in a moment." She told her men who ran out with the boxes of ammunition to load up the Humvee. On her way to Sy's office, she came across soldiers from other units, walking in hurried steps as they were about to roll out.
After she was asked to leave, Sy and Alex had come to the decision to ambush the militant leader. She had been ordered to ready her unit as they were to attack the enemy with full force. She had her doubts but after how Alex treated her, she knew her opinions meant nothing. She had gone off to find Mahmoud's whereabouts and was informed that a team had been sent to bring him to the camp.
Liv reached Sy's office and stared at the door for a long minute. She had to talk to him, ask him if he was okay. She had to see him before they left for the desert which was about to turn into a warzone. Knocking at the door, Liv entered the small office and found Sy putting on his combat vest with a sulk on his face. He looked up the instant she crossed the threshold to the room, staring at her for a moment before going back to his task.
"Sy," Liv closed the door behind her, covering the distance between them and latching onto his back for a hug. She breathed in his scent, feeling warmth at the contact, only then realizing she had missed him tremendously. "Is everything okay?" She whispered, trying to keep the calm of their shelter intact, away from the chaos outside.
Sy did not respond, detaching himself from her embrace to grab his holster from the table. Liv watched him with confusion, feeling the coldness that was emitting from him.
"Sy-" She began but he spoke before she could finish her sentence.
"It is Alex, isn't it? The friend who you screwed up with?" His voice was sharp like the edge of the sword, cutting into her heart with each syllable. "Is that what you do, fuck your Captain where you go?"
Liv's heart sank, his words burned like hot metal on her skin. She stared at the back of his head, going over his words over and over again in her mind. Sy turned around to look at her, eyebrows scrunched, and an infuriating gaze accusingly boring into her.
"What?" She could only ask, left stunned and hurt.
"I saw you both last night, up on the roof. Is that what you wanted me to see? Let me know subtly that you didn't love me?"
"No." She asserted. Taking a step forward, she reached out her hand to hold his but he pulled back the instant her fingertip grazed his skin.
"You take me for a fool? You think you can string me along like that?"
This time Sy stepped forward, walking until her back hit the opposite wall. Liv could feel the sting of tears in her eyes. She could see the hurt, anger, scepticism in Sy's flaming blue orbs and she wanted nothing but to tell him what the truth was. But he caged her in with his arms on either side of her face, leaning so close to her face that his breath washed over her skin.
"I told you I love you, I asked you so many times if there was anyone else in your life. I gave you my everything." Sy closed his eyes taking in heavy breaths for a moment. "And this is how you reward me. Seeing you in his arms…"
Liv was rendered speechless. Her tears had overflowed, trickling down her cheeks in a hot trail. She brought her hand to grab onto his shirt when, shaking her head to deny his accusations when he pulled back.
"When we are done today, you leave for Baghdad, Sergeant." Sy grabbed his gun and his pistol from the table and walked out the door, slamming it behind him and tearing Liv's spirit to shreds.
***
“Sergeant?” Liv heard the gruff voice of her private speaking from above her. She opened her eyes, clutching her head in her hands as a buzzing noise reverberated in her ears. The hot desert sun blinded her eyes as she took in her surroundings. Looking at her arms she noticed her skin was matted with a thick black concoction of sweat, dirt and blood.
“Let me help you.” The private said, putting his hand on her back and gently pushing her to sit up. Liv shook her head when she sat erect, blinking her eyes several times until everything came to focus.
The compound was abuzz with people, soldiers in a hurry to mount the cars with ammo. She saw a few of the men sitting on the ground with injuries visible on their skin. Some were being given water and helped to stand up, while others were just lying on the ground, groaning in pain and agony.
Liv ached in several places with her head fuzzy from the hit she had taken to the side of her face. But even in that incoherent haze, she could figure out which vehicle had not made it back to the compound. She refused to believe he was dead. But her blood ran cold when she thought it was a possibility.
The last Liv remembered was running towards Sy’s unit with her men flanking her sides. The RPG had barely missed Sy’s truck but was close enough to overturn it on impact with the ground. Their envoy had stopped to cover fire Liv and her unit, while they made their way towards the upturned car lying on its side. Everything was only a few feet away when the militants had ambushed them from the side, forcing them to take shelter behind the remains of blown-up vehicles.
Gunfire had raged everywhere. Bullets were hitting the rusted metal parts of the car’s frame, missing Liv's body by inches. Liv had advised over the comms to cover her as she saw movement behind the smoky remnants of Sy’s truck. She could hear Alex’s commands over the other voices; he was sending the rest of them back to the camp, saying how his unit was only a few clicks away from her location and they would be there to assist her team. She could hear them trying to get anyone from Sy’s unit to respond but all they got in return was deafening static.
Liv could feel her heart beating in her ears with the fear of losing Sy and with the probability of dying herself. She had run behind a boulder, taken cover and waited for her troops to join her. She had looked up from behind the stony mass when all of a sudden, the back of a rifle had come from the side and hit her temple, knocking her out cold.
Groaning at the memory, Liv’s hand instinctively went up to the place of impact on her forehead. She felt the crusted ruddy line dripping down the side of her face, winching when her fingers touched the sore spot. Bracing her weight on the outstretched hand of her private, Liv stood up from the ground on shaky legs. She thanked the private for his help, dismissing him to look after others needing assistance. She watched him jog away when her eyes spotted Alex with his Lieutenant.
She had no idea what brought on the rage inside her, but her insides boiled when she looked at him. She stormed towards Alex, throwing her helmet to the side. She briefly took note of her men staring at her wide eyed, halting their activities to watch her figure cross the length of the compound with furious eyes and heavy steps.
Pulling at his Kevlar vest, Liv turned Alex around to face her, ignoring the shock on his Lieutenant's face at her disdainful behavior. Feeling lost, scared and angry at the one person who had fucked up the sanctuary she had built with the one she loved, Liv wanted to ask him only one question.
"Did you leave him on purpose? Did you leave Sy to die?"
“Sergeant! You better watch your words.” Came the Lieutenant’s order, coming to stand in front of her face. But Liv did not pay him any heed, she looked into Alex’s eyes, searching for her answer.
Alex clenched his jaw; his lips were pressed tightly in a thin line. Liv waited for him to answer, listening to Alex’s heavy breaths and keeping her eyes fixed on his. He scrunched his face, the lines near his nose deepening, until he moved to come closer to her. Liv had to crane her neck to look him in the eye, but she held her ground.
“Sergeant Ross, you do realize you are talking to your Captain?”
The anger in her was dissolving and was getting overcome by fear; fear of losing Sy. She felt her hands tremble as she balled them into fists with her eyes beginning to sting with the forming tears.
“We have to go back to get him, Alex.” She spoke in a raggedly calm manner. “We don’t leave our men behind.”
Liv hated him for many reasons, but right now all she needed was a friend. She spared a glance to the Lieutenant and then at the others standing behind them. Alex let out a heavy breath and momentarily closed his eyes before tapping her on the shoulder.
“Get to the medic, you’re bleeding.” He bluntly instructed, before turning to talk to the Lieutenant and walking towards the building which housed the office. Like on command, a trickle of blood trailed down Liv’s eyebrows, hanging onto her eyelashes before she swiped her hand over her forehead.
Fresh crimson liquid on her hand glistened under the sun, the metallic scent of blood lingering in the dusty winds. She felt her eyes blur for a second, her footing became unsteady until a set of strong hands came to hold onto her arms.
“It’s okay, Sarge, I got you.” She had no idea who it was, only that it wasn’t her friend or her lover.
***
No one could stay calm after returning from the warzone. No one could rest.
Liv had passed out again on the makeshift medical center’s bed. The docs said it was because of the blow to her head and the bleeding coupled with heat, but Liv wanted to add a few more things to the list. Topping everything else was the fact that it was almost night time and they were yet to find out if Sy was dead or alive.
She watched the rusty old blades of the ceiling fan whirr with metallic creaks. She looked to her side and noticed the groaning man beside her. He had his arm bandaged and his eye looked swollen shut. She recognized him to be from Alex’s unit, one of his privates maybe, someone who was out in the warzone for the first time.
Taking a deep, shaky breath and willing herself to sit up, Liv slung her legs from the edge of the bed. She touched the bandage on her forehead, dabbing at the bump of the material on her skin. She grabbed her shirt hanging from the metal railing of the bed and started putting it on over her t-shirt.
“You okay, man?” She placed a gentle hand over the private’s shoulder, nodding her head at him when he replied with a weak ‘yes’. She was about to ask him if he needed anything when the ruckus from outside the window pulled her attention.
Liv was staring wide-eyed at the commotion through the infirmary's window. Someone was being dragged by the collar of their shirt into the centre of the compound to where Alex and his men stood. Without wasting any time, Liv buttoned her shirt and ran out the infirmary, ignoring the protests of the doctor present in the room. She rushed down the stairs towards the exit, out into the yard to find Mahmoud pushed to stand in front of the men.
“Mahmoud! What is happening?” She ran to stand next to her friend, holding onto his arm as he stumbled forward. He had scrapes on his face and his nose was bleeding. His camo shirt was disheveled, the buttons on the front straining against their holes.
Disregarding her question, the man from Alex’s unit turned his scowling face towards the Captain. “We found him making his way to the camp. He refused to come with us as a fugitive and when he resisted-”
“You hit him?” Liv looked towards the poor man who had been nothing but helpful all this time. Sy always counted on him, he always told her how Mahmoud was like the beacon of hope for restoring some sort of peace to this place. “Sir, Mahmoud has been helping us all along. He has been important for everything that we have accomplished here.”
Alex crossed his arms over his chest while regarding Liv with contempt. “This man and his intel have led to my men getting injured. He was the one who set you up with the insider who betrayed you and now, your Captain’s missing. And yet you trust this guy?” He nearly spat out the last words to her, anger flaming in his eyes as he stared at Mahmoud’s form.
“Believe me Sergeant, I did not know about the boy. I did not know he would betray you.” Mahmoud held onto Liv’s arm, quivering in his place as he spoke. “I am not lying. I saw him myself. Captain and his men are alive and they’ve taken them captive.”
“How do you expect us to believe you?!” The man from before bellowed, grabbing Mahmoud’s collar again and yanking him backwards. Liv was quick to react, holding onto the soldier’s arm, grasping it tightly and pulling it away from Mahmoud’s shirt.
“Stop it! That is not how we treat them!” Liv turned to look at Mahmoud, ignoring the wild thumping in her heart. Her hands were beginning to tremble again, but she was also filled with the warmth of relief in finding out that her Sy was alive. “Mahmoud, please do not lie. You know Sy trusted you, more than he trusted anyone from around here.” She took his hands in hers, looking the man in the eyes with a pleading gaze. “Is Sy alive?”
“Yes, Sergeant. But-
“But what?” The beating of her heart was so loud in her ears, she was certain everybody could hear it. She had a sinking feeling in her gut, that whatever Mahmoud was going to say next would move the ground beneath her feet.
“They-the leader, he plans on executing the Captain and his men… make an example of them. To show what happens to anyone who helps the Americans.”
Blood drained from Liv’s body the moment those words left Mahmoud’s mouth. He went on to describe things he saw, but everything was a blur after that. Liv took a few staggered steps away, looking at the ground under her feet and feeling dread seeping into every fiber of her being. She had to pull in trembling breaths through her thoughts to finally calm her nerves.
Sy was hurt, they had beaten him. They were going to execute him.
Liv just wanted to crumple to the floor, lose all semblance of sanity, her mind fixated on how they had ended things. But she closed her eyes and willed herself to focus on her training. She had to save him or die trying. She loved the man and now that she knew he was alive, she had to give her everything to bring him back.
“Sir,” She said with a renewed fervor. Alex and his men looked at her at the same time. She could be reading wrong, but it seemed like Alex’s eyes had softened, the fury in his eyes was replaced with concern. “If you could hear me out sir, I have a plan.”
Summary: Anya Adams, a troubled soul but fierce on the outside, stumbles over a stranger at a party and ends up sharing more than just her name. She’s in for a whirlwind encounter when he turns out to be her boss. Striking up a deal for pleasure, Anya soon finds herself mixing work and play. For someone who swore off love, would she let the handsome Brit break down her walls?
Pairing: AU Henry Cavill x OFC
Words: 6.7k
Warnings: lots and lots of fluff, implied smut
A/N: We are finally over a big hurdle in Anya and Henry’s life and now it’s time for all the sugar coated goodness. Thank you to everyone who is following this series, you guys make me very happy. Also, I might have gone a little over board with all the details about New York, but I love that city so much, this is just me projecting my fantasy. Enjoy!
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Summary: Anya Adams, a troubled soul but fierce on the outside, stumbles over a stranger at a party and ends up sharing more than just her name. She’s in for a whirlwind encounter when he turns out to be her boss. Striking up a deal for pleasure, Anya soon finds herself mixing work and play. For someone who swore off love, would she let the handsome Brit break down her walls?
Pairing: AU Henry Cavill x OFC
Words: 3.5k
Warnings: Angst
A/N: My hubby tested positive for covid yesterday and we are isolating at home. Writing is the only escape I have right now so here is the next part. Thank you to everyone who is following this series, I love you all.
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Damn this was GOOD...don’t get me wrong I can’t wait for things to get fun and sexy again but I love this so much...That emotional conflict, I can relate to it so well...
Babe this was beautifully written! Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise! ❤️❤️❤️
Hi! I have a request for a soft smutty story with Henry or Syverson 👉👈 Being woken up waaaaay too early on a Sunday morning with a whispered 'Babe, I need you', cause he'd had morning wood for too long and it wouldn't go down.
I really hate waking up earlier than I need, but I'd make an exception for them 🙈
Aah! Thank you beautiful for this request. I know I'm lagging behind on the pending requests, but I hope you like it 😁 And I know the gif is of Charles Brandon but ugh! I wanted the visualization to accompany the words 🤭
Warning: 18+, smut, male masturbation, oral (male receiving), vaginal penetration, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex
Title: Morning Glory
Henry grunted in exasperation, turning on his side again and hitting his pillow to fluff it up. He reached for the clock on the nightstand, sighing as it showed it was almost five am, still some time for sunrise. The stillness of the early morning was only accompanied by your slow breaths from the other side of the bed as you were fast asleep.
He had a problem he needed your help with, but he wasn't sure if it was something you would prefer losing your sleep over on a Sunday morning.
You weren't an early riser. By the time your day began, Henry would have already completed with his second workout of the day. He did not complain about your sleeping habits and on a few occasions, he had also faced the consequences of waking you up before your preferred time to rise. He loved you dearly, but your grumpy, irritated demeanour was his least favourite.
Henry turned on his back and laid flat on the mattress. He traced the lines of the false ceiling design with his eyes, desperately wanting the tent in his boxers to disappear. He groaned when you moved against him, placing your thigh on top of his as you repositioned yourself while still asleep. Your warm hand snaked its way to his torso, resting on his furry chest as you nuzzled closer to him, making Henry let out a sigh.
He could have taken care of his morning wood on his own, but he would have liked you to help him with his release. He moved his head to look at you properly, smiling to himself as he took in your beautiful form. With eyes closed and your mouth slightly open, you took in slow and steady breaths as you floated across dreamland. The sheets had slipped off your body, exposing your back and resting over the curve of your butt; your arm concealing the mound of your breast, but Henry did not need to see them to visualise the softness of your skin and the way they fit in his hands because he had memorised it numerous times.
But that train of thought did not help him, instead made his cock twitch against his stomach. He huffed, bringing his arm around your shoulders and pushed your hair out of your face. He hesitated for a moment to rouse you, but his body was begging to be touched.
"Babe," Henry whispered, watching intently for any sign of wakefulness from you. When you didn't move a muscle, he gently shook your shoulder and tried again. "Babe, wake up."
You 'hmm-ed' in your sleep, scooting to wrap your body closer to him. Your knee now laid only inches away from his crotch and your breast pressed against the side of his chest. In an involuntary response, Henry's dick sprung up, straining against the fabric of his boxers making him shake your shoulder with a renewed urgency.
"Babe, I need you." He whispered again, watching you ardently as your eyes fluttered open.
"What?" You mumbled, craning your neck to look at him with sleep laden eyes.
"I need your help." Henry took hold of your hand on his chest and slid it down along the length of his torso to rest on his hardened bulge. "Please." He pleaded, pressing down on your hand and making you grasp his clothed dick.
Henry waited for you to dismiss him, for you to angrily turn on your side away from him to go back to sleep. But he let out a surprise moan when you moved your hand along his shaft, placing a kiss on his hairy chest. He pulled you closer to his body as you started peppering his chest and his neck with soft kisses, pulling his boxers down and freeing his cock from its constraints. A ragged sigh left his lips when your warm hand circled his girth, languidly pumping his length with slow motions.
He grabbed you by the nape of your neck, pulling your lips to his mouth for a long kiss. Your tongues danced together with ardor; morning breath be damned. Henry hungrily pulled at your bottom lip, wanting them to be enveloped around his dick in place of your hand. Like a mind that shared two bodies, you understood what he needed and pushed the crumbled sheets away, sliding down towards his groin. His heavy cock already beaded with precum at the tip, twitched as your hot breath ghosted over it.
Henry drew in a sharp breath when your lips wrapped round the bulbous tip, laying his head back and basking in the feel of being engulfed in the wet heat of your mouth. You sucked lightly at the tip, holding onto the base of his cock with one hand and bringing the other to gently fondle his balls. He reached down to your head, threading his fingers through your hair as you began to take more and more of his length. He groaned when you could fit him no more, hitting the back of your throat before you pulled him out.
Your tongue was laced with his briny taste, thick veins on his dick pulsating in your mouth. You ran your tongue along the underside, following the web of veins until you reached the top, dipping your tongue in the slit to be rewarded with a strangled moan and a tightening of his grasp in your hair. He held onto you while you bobbed your head over his dick, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him and pumped him at the same time.
“Get on top of me.” Henry ordered, pulling at your hand and kicking his boxers off. You were drenched at your core too, wetness gathering at your folds the moment Henry had placed your hand over his cock.
Pushing off from the bed, you threw your legs on either side of Henry’s hips. With you straddling him, your dripping cunt rubbing against the coarse hairs of his crotch and leaving a sheen behind, he did not waste any time. He grabbed a hold of his cock and rubbed the tip against your silken folds. You gasped when he slapped his dick gently against your clit, making your thighs shudder and your pussy clench. Coating his cock with your wetness, he lined it against your entrance, pushing it in with a gentle thrust of his pelvis. You braced your hands against his chest, lowering yourself over his cock and groaning as his size accommodated inside you. His tip bumped against the entrance of your womb, drawing out a hiss from your lips.
Henry held onto your hips as you rocked your pelvis against his. His length slid in and out of your cunt, his balls rubbing against your ass, as he met you halfway with his thrusts. He brought his hand to cup your tit, rubbing his thumb over the hardened nub. You leaned back, taking a hold of his hand on your breast while you grinded against him. Henry’s gaze dropped to where you were connected to him by your sex; his cock glistening with your essence before it was sheathed back into your warm cavern again. He focused on your face, taking in your gorgeously aroused body with your mouth open and your eyes closed, gasps leaving your lips every time he hit the door to your womb.
Your belly trembled when he circled your swollen clit with his thumb, making you whimper into the morning silence. The coil deep in your belly tightened, too many sensations overwhelming you all at once. Henry angled his pelvis to rub against the sweet bundle of nerves inside your velvety walls, pushing you over the edge. You gripped his arm tightly as the coil snapped, walls clenching around his cock as you dropped from the edge of ecstacy. Your thighs, your belly, every sinew of your muscles, quivered as waves of euphoria washed over your body.
You laid down on Henry, rough sweat soaked hair on his torso rubbing against your skin, as you wound your arms around his neck. With your chin placed at the crook of his neck, Henry could hear your gasping moans as he lifted your pelvis with his hands, bending his knee for leverage and pounded into your convulsing cunt with fervor. He was so close. Your sweet smell with the floral scent of your shampoo and with your hot breaths resounding in his ears, Henry could not hold it any longer. Gripping your hips as his balls tightened, he barked a loud "fuck" and emptied himself inside you. He painted your walls white with his cum, grunting as your cunt milked every last drop of his seed.
You could feel your heart race against your ribcage, thumping so loudly they reverberated in your ears. Henry's ragged breaths accompanied your own, heart beating against his own chest with his body shivering as he came down from his high. When the day stilled and you could regain your breath, faint chirping of the birds could be heard from outside the window. You braced yourself up on your hands, pushing your hair to one side as you looked down at your man.
Gulping as his mouth went dry, Henry smiled weakly at you and caressed your cheek with his thumb. "I hope you don't get angry on being woken up so early."
You shook your head, chuckling as you swept your hand over his sweat sheened face. "If you wake me up with treats like this, I would never complain."
You kissed his lips once before rolling off of him to your side. Henry looked at you, reaching out with his hand to place it on your thigh.
"Now that we are awake, should we go for a walk with Kal?" You offered, sitting up on the bed and grabbing your robe from the chair beside the bed. Henry nodded slightly but did not move from his place. You let him take a moment to gather himself and only placed a kiss to his hand before sauntering off to the bathroom.
It took you a while to freshen up but when you walked outside, Henry's loud snores echoed in the bedroom. He was lying in the same position you had left him in, the sheets falling off of the edge of the bed on the floor. Smiling to yourself, you tip-toed to his side and gazed at his beautiful face. You let him catch up on his sleep as he needed a day off too, grabbing the duvet and placing it on his naked frame. Gently running your hand through his curls, you leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead before walking out the room to take Kal for his morning walk.
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