#Bryce Langley smut

[the-iceni-bitch]

Stuck in the Middle

Kinktober Day 10: Ruined Kink

Relationship: mob!August Walker x brat!Bryce Langley x fem!reader (hammer x the brat x vixen, Poison Paradise)

Words: ~1.3 k

Summary: Bryce suffers the consequences of his actions.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m/m sex, mmf threesome, polyamorous relationship, dom/sub vibes, degradation, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, implied aftercare, rough sex, mommy and daddy kink), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: another fun but not nearly as sweet throuple! God I love our crime daddies 🥵

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Bryce whined pathetically when August slammed his hips into his ass again, his eyes rolling back in his head when his daddy yanked his head back in his hair so the arch in his back was nice and deep even while his limbs stayed splayed haphazardly over the massive bed.

“You gonna come again you little bitch?” August grunted when Bryce just whimpered in response, leaning forward to smack him across the face as he scraped his teeth over his shoulder. “Use your fucking words, brat.”

“Yes… daddy, yes!” Bryce sobbed when August’s thick cock rammed into his sweet spot, his toes curling as his untouched dick started twitching wildly where it was pinned against the bed. “Oh… please…”

“You’d better fucking thank me this time, slut.” August growled out a chuckle when Bryce clenched hard around him, wrapping the hand that wasn’t buried in the blonde’s hair around his throat and squeezing as he drove into him like an animal. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Just wanna be such a pretty whore for your daddy, too bad you’re so goddamn stupid. Hey there, beautiful.”

The younger man blinked in confusion at the sudden endearment, at least until he heard the click of your heels across the bedroom floor. He shivered when August kept wildly fucking into him even as you came to stand by the bed, groaning when you ignored him so you could lean forward and kiss the older man passionately before crawling next to them on the bed.

“How was your meeting, baby?” Fuck, you still weren’t even acknowledging Bryce and it was making his dick ache, August shoving three fingers in his mouth when he keened so the two of you could go through your greetings without interruption.

“Would have been better if someone hadn’t decided to come shake his ass like a fucking whore right in my damn face when I was about to get a handshake on the new territory.” August let out a pleasant rumble when your tongue swiped across his bottom lip, opting to shove Bryce’s face into the mattress when he couldn’t hold back his noises as his daddy brought him right to the edge again. “Still got the deal, but this little dumbass has too much trouble acting professional whenever we have a meeting at a fucking club.”

“Were the girls there?” You tutted and started stripping out of your clothes when August nodded, kicking aside your skirt and tossing your blouse away before laying next to them and running your fingers through August’s curls until he purred for you. “You know how much they rile him up, I told you you should keep him with you the whole time.”

“Well, he doesn’t fucking listen to me, Vix.” August growled when you yanked his head back by his hair and rubbed your nose against his, nipping at your bottom lip playfully while your free hand slid between the two of them so you could play with your toy’s balls. “Only listens to you.”

“Because you see his pretty face or he rubs that sweet little body all over you and you let him get away with almost anything.” You grinned and pecked Auggie on the lips when he rolled his eyes at you, reaching down to pat Bryce’s head when you heard his muffled sob and his body started shaking when he came again. “You’re too soft, hammer.”

“Aw, fuck you, Vix, ‘m not soft.” August pulled out when Bryce stopped vibrating, flipping the younger man on his back and grinning at the absolutely fucked out look on his face. “He is awfully pretty, though. Know what would make him even prettier, though?”

You just grinned and leaned your head on August’s shoulder as you watched your boy writhe and cry as his eyes rolled in his head, his cheeks covered in tears and drool and his chest and stomach smeared with cum as his cock still twitched slightly where it was resting against his abs. August turned his head to nibble on your jaw when you started slowly stroking his cock, his hands spreading your brat’s legs obscenely wide while he kept sniffling and hiccuping like a dumb baby.

“What could possibly make him prettier, hammer?”

“If you squirted all over his sweet face while I fill this tight little hole.” August gave you another sloppy kiss before you started climbing up towards Bryce’s face, pressing the man’s knees to his chest as he lined himself up. “Or… well, it was tight when I started.”

“Nothing stays tight for long once that fat cock is stretching it out.” You slapped Bryce when he let out a tortured sob as you straddled his face, not giving him the chance to beg before you settled all your weight over his mouth and started grinding into him as you leaned closer to Auggie.

“Mmm, I dunno.” August grinned when he pressed all the way into Bryce and ground his hips deep, grabbing both his knees in one giant fist and pressing them to the brat’s chest while his other hand yanked you forward so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. “That perfect pussy of yours always squeezes me like a fucking vice no matter what.”

“Such a sweet talker, hammer.” You purred into his mouth when your boy sloppily sucked on your clit, patting his shoulder affectionately but still not acknowledging him with your words. “How long have you been going, baby? You close?”

“Yeah, it’s been a fucking hour.” August growled when Bryce’s hole squeezed his cock again, grabbing the younger man’s balls and tightening his grip until he heard him let out a squeal from between your thighs. “Didn’t get close until I saw you though, gorgeous thing.”

“Mmm, you’re lying, but lucky I think that’s sweet.” You bit your lip and moaned when he slid his hand down to grab your tit, driving your hips into your brat’s face even harder when you noticed his fingers digging into the sheets. “You should come though, hammer, kinda want to lick you out of him once he’s in a goddamn coma.”

“Fucking filthy, god I love you.” The claps of August’s hips smacking against Bryce’s ass grew even more wild, his deep purr vibrating his chest as he sucked on your bottom lip. “You two first, know how much I love to watch you fall apart.”

You arched into his grip when he squeezed your tit, your thighs clenching around your boy’s ears as you shivered and brought yourself right to the edge. Then you reached down and slapped Bryce’s cock and you both lost it when he screamed into your cunt, his cum shooting all over his already sticky chest while you lifted your hips so when you squirted it sprayed all over his flushed face. The sight of you leaning back and grinning so you could smear your cum all over Bryce’s face had August coming with a bitten off snarl, burying himself to the root and rolling his hips slowly while he watched you closely.

“Aww, I think we broke him.” You grinned down at Bryce before rolling out of the bed, huffing out a laugh when he just let out a whimper as he kept drooling all over himself while August pulled out. “Poor thing. We’ll forgo the ass eating for the moment. I don’t think he’d even notice.”

“Mmhm, c’mere baby boy.” August scooped Bryce into his arms before following after you, chuckling softly when the man whined before kissing the top of his head. “Can’t get too mad at you for acting like a brat when you let me fuck every thought out of that pretty head. Let’s clean you up.”

[steviebbboi]

Good For It

Pairing: Ari Levinson x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.1k~ (no idea how this happened) 🫣

Summary: Ari was deeply misunderstood by everyone except you. What happens when someone tries to hurt the one person he cares about the most?

Disclaimer: This is my submission for @stargazingfangirl18 writing challenge, "Siri's Birthday Bonenanza"~ Thank you to Siri for hosting this, and hoping that you all enjoy this as much I loved writing it :)

***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't demureeee~~~~

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Minors DNI; Mentions/threats of violence, mentions of drugging reader (not by Ari), mentions of sexual harassment (again, not by Ari), explicit language, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), p in v, angst, fluff, mentions of trauma, PTSD-like symptoms, Lumberjack!Ari, Veteran!Ari.

Prompts: Ari Levinson x F!Reader feat. Bryce Langley (not involved with Reader at all) + "The moment you or babe realize you’re in love with the other" + "Scary!babe is in love and a simp for you" + "Playful trolling/banter"

Quote Prompts: “Why can’t you just let yourself be loved?!” + “Goddamnit, will you just fucking let me do this for you?” + “You move an inch, and you’ll be sorry. + “Can you just…hold me, please?”

Trope Prompt: Scary, dangerous!babe who is only soft with you

Kink(s) Prompt: Size kink + Praise kink + Squirting + Manhandling +soft!dom (ish) + Possessive!babe + breeding (ish?)

Other kinks: mild choking, spanking, overstimulation (if I missed any TW, feel free to lmk)~

Rowdy laughter and the clinking of glasses came into earshot as you pushed the bar doors open. You greeted the bouncer as you usually did and gave a quick scan of the back of the bar. Once you found who you were looking for, you felt your lips quirk into a small smile as you headed toward the back.

Ari Levinson, the local town recluse with only four friends (including yourself and the bouncer-ish). He’s a retired military veteran and is known as “that weird, scary dude who lives alone up in the mountains.” To be fair, the town’s whispered descriptions of him were not entirely inaccurate.

You could feel the regular, daily stares coming in hot as you continued walking toward the back booths. Although you were used to it at this point, you could feel yourself becoming more tense as the whispers started to creep through.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you passed by one woman in particular who seemed to always let out a muttered comment under her breath—all synonymous with criticism that you never took lightly.

“Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’ll end up in the morgue someday.”

“He just has her wrapped around his finger, huh? Someone should say something.”

“You know he almost beat a guy to death a year ago. What is a sweet girl like her doing with a guy like him?”

“Nobody told her to leave the undesirables alone.”

Any and all comments surrounding Ari’s character felt crushing every time you heard them. In the beginning of your relationship with Ari, you used to cry yourself to sleep every night because some of the comments were so scathing. All these people were just judging you because you were with a person that you deeply cared about.

Ari would be there every night to soothe you (he didn’t care as much about what others said). He would wipe your tears by holding your face in his big hands and kiss you until you couldn’t remember what you were crying about in the first place.

See, there are things that people don’t know about Ari. They judged him based on his background and one incident at the mill. He was hulking over everyone at 6'5", his stature and demeanor a bit more closed off and quiet. When people tried to say hi to him, he would give them a small grunt and continue on his way. He wasn’t a small man by any means, emotionally or physically (of which, your size difference is something you both indulge in, in many ways).

The problem was that they only saw and perceived things from the surface. They didn’t see all of the qualities underneath that make him so desirable, wanted, and valuable to you. With Ari, you felt protected, safe, and secure in ways that you had never experienced before. You never felt disrespected by him in the slightest. People didn’t see that, even through his dark aimless stares or quiet mumbles and grumbles, he still cared and was incredibly kind.

One day, you were working furiously on your laptop as you sat on Ari’s couch. Your work was demanding, and more often than not, you would work your remote 9-to-5 job straight through without taking care of yourself. Ari only ever gazed at you with curiosity and never said anything about it. Although you could tell from his stare that he disapproved of your self-negligence. The next time you sat working, Ari placed some dinner on the coffee table in front of you. The smell of the hot, homemade food made your tummy rumble as you stopped typing after four hours of working nonstop to look up at him with surprise.

“Eat,” Ari said simply and reached out to stroke the exposed skin peeking out from underneath the blanket on top of you before heading back to the kitchen. You usually wouldn’t let anything get in the way of your work, but his act of care was so wholesome and precious that you stopped and ate the whole thing.

Ari came back once you were finished to sit down next to you under the blanket with a book. He made an effort to get comfortable by placing his large, calloused hand on your inner thigh underneath your now-shared afghan before getting back to his reading. You could only stare at him, astonished by how this beefy, quiet giant of a man managed to not only get you to pause your work but also make you eat (disrupting your chain of focus and habits was not an easy feat, just ask your ex-partners). He let out another deep grumble when you kissed his bearded cheek with a soft thank you as you put away your laptop and leaned into his shoulder to read with him.

It was then that you realized Ari, depicted as this scary, violent, tainted, isolated person, was deeply misunderstood.

It was also the moment that you realized you were deeply in love with him.

Coming out of your reverie, you let out the tension that had been carried in your chest as you saw your man start to turn as you finally approached the booth. Your soft smile turned into a genuine grin when your eyes met his. You greeted Sammy (his third friend) as you went to scoot next to Ari. You put an arm around him to give a gentle rub on his large back while giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. As usual, he gave you a quiet, deep mumble of acknowledgement but proceeded to put his muscular arm around you protectively, giving you the opportunity to place the hand that had been shoved to your side around his thick, jean-clad thigh.

“What are we talking about?” You engaged Sammy first, knowing that Ari would likely be more of an active listener, as he usually was.

Sammy and Ari were in service together, along with Rachel (the bartender and the fourth friend, completing the group). Ari was noticeably relaxed with them, as he was with you, but you had no idea how they got the man to talk. You heard stories of their time in active duty, but they never went beyond surface-level details. You knew Ari had done some dangerous work during his time in the military; he never really talked about it, but you could surmise that he was still recovering from it, especially since that incident a year ago.

“Oh, you know, same old, same old. Rachel threw beer on a guy who was trying to score free drinks by hitting on her,” Sammy said with a smirk.

You laughed freely. “Man, I wish I had been there to see it! Some newbie at the office messed something up, and who has to fix it? Me, of course.” You rolled your eyes and put a hand to your forehead to rub away the fatigue.

“Did you eat, baby?” Ari cut in quietly. You turned to meet his concerned gaze and gave him a soft smile with a rub to his knee. “Yes, honey. I was able to have my assistant run out to grab some grub. Don’t worry.”

He gave another affirmative grunt with a nod and shifted to hand you a beer that was hidden at the end of the table. You huffed out a quiet laugh before giving him one last squeeze on the knee before reaching for the drink gratefully. Of course, Ari had already gotten you a drink but only gave it to you after you gave your daily report. He was always looking after you.

“When are they going to gear up and give you that promotion?” Sammy asked, shaking his head.

You gave a despondent shake before sighing. “You know, they’re a small company. I think we’re understaffed as it is right now. That’s why these new hires keep making these small mistakes.”

“Aaaand that’s why they need to promote you to manager, to teach some sense into ‘em! Ari’s always sayin’ you’d be a great supervisor.” He replied with an encouraging smile.

Now you were the one letting out a small questioning mumble while looking down at your drink bashfully. You felt Ari stroke the back of your arm with a firm gentleness, and you knew it really meant, “Yes, you do deserve more.” 

This kind of touch was often a reminder for you to believe in yourself and that you deserved better things (a tough job for your ex-partners, you might add). Ari had seemingly broken a cycle for you, helping you genuinely care about yourself in a way you hadn’t before. (All the ways he protects you are just sickeningly cute, aren’t they?)

Bringing yourself back to the present, you gave Sammy a stronger “hm” in response and said, “I know. I mean, when will these bastards just wake up?”

Sammy gave a shout of laughter and a “hell yeah”  before giving you another supportive response. You turned to Ari briefly to give him another smile of appreciation, only to notice that he was already looking at you. But the glint in his eyes… you hadn’t seen that before. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered Sammy announcing he was going back to the bar for another drink.

The two of you were now alone, just observing each other. A shiver ran down your spine at his piercing gaze as you asked quietly, “Everything okay, honey?”

At your reserved tone, Ari gave you a subtle, tilted smile. “I love you,” he said simply.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your eyes widen at his surprise revelation. You knew that you loved Ari, maybe even before you realized it yourself. There were many ways the two of you showed your love and care for each other—from cooking food for each other to gentle caresses during more intimate moments. However, this was the first time either of you had ever said it out loud.

Now you were the one stumbling over your words, struggling to respond, swallowing thickly as you tried to say it back. It’s not that you felt you couldn’t, but the man had just revealed that he loved you, in a bar no less! The guy was usually full of grumbles, deep hums, and mumbles. You never would have expected him to reveal something so vulnerable and intimate in an environment like this. You figured your actions would be proof enough, and that was okay with you. You accepted that about Ari—you never expected him to actually say it.

At your floundering, Ari had a full-on smirk on his handsome face. He seemed to appreciate how the tables had turned. You stopped your mumbles once you saw his reaction to your shock and squinted your eyes in fake indignation. His smirk only grew wider, the glint you noticed earlier now turning into an affectionate mirth that you knew Ari reserved just for you.

“Damn him and his sexy, lumberjack hotness,” you thought to yourself. You and Ari both knew you loved it when he teased you like this. You pretended to be upset, but it was all part of how well the two of you bantered throughout your relationship.

Most of your relationship involved speaking in a language your friends couldn’t quite understand, which only played into the image of how polar opposites you two were. But you and Ari reveled in it, just like Ari was now. You were more embarrassed at being caught stumbling on your words, and felt the need to beat him in your little game. The man hadn’t even said anything in the past minute, and he was already winning. He knew how you felt about him; it was just fun for him to see you all flustered.

“HA– alright, Mr. Grumbles. I’m going to get us some more drinks. Did you want anything else?” you said begrudgingly while gathering your glasses to bring back to the bar.

“No, baby. Sammy said he was going to get us some, though.” Ari conceded his smirk (and victory). Speak of the devil, and he shall appear—Sammy came up behind you to slide back into the booth, but with only one drink in his hand. You and Ari stared at him and then looked back at the beer with questioning eyes.

Sammy got comfortable and noticed both of your stares only when he realized that nobody was talking. Glancing down at his own drink, then toward your empty glasses, and back to your amused stares again, he muttered abashedly, “You didn’t say I had to get you another drink too.”

You let out a small giggle and looked back at Ari again to repeat, “Did you want anything else, baby?”

Ari responded with the same amusement in his tone. “No, love.” He grinned back at you as he said the endearment, which only furthered your fake ire. You pouted your lips in playful anger and met his beguiled stare with your own before standing up from the booth.

As you gathered the empty glasses again, you saw Ari attempting to grab them from you as he also stood up from his seat.

“No– don’t worry, Ari. I’ve got it,” you reassured him, but he ignored you and responded only with a grunt. He proceeded to scoot out of the small booth, hunched over the table.

Letting the glasses go, you pressed down on Ari’s shoulders hard to shove him back into his seat. His eyes widened in surprise at the forceful touch as he sat back down, but you knew you hadn’t hurt him. If anything, he lurched back from you since he didn’t want to bump into you while attempting to get out.

“Goddammit, will you just fucking let me do this for you?” you scolded him in feigned anger. You grabbed the glasses quickly and scurried away before he could respond. You only heard him and Sammy laughing at your retreat before the chatter from the other end of the bar became more prominent as you approached.

Setting the two glasses down on an empty section of the bar top, you leaned over slightly to catch Rachel’s perceptive gaze. She nodded with a smile on her face as she made you two new drinks. Glancing around the rest of the bar with mild interest, you couldn’t help but reflect on Ari’s intimate reveal.

A smile spread onto your lips, and you let out a small laugh to yourself. You were in love with a man who communicated with short hums and grunts, and with only three words—he had unraveled you. You felt so happy in that moment to be with someone who could meet you where you were, for once.

At first, you were intimidated by the looming lumberjack, but as you got to know each other, you grew to understand that he didn’t need big, fancy words to connect with you. Ari was the kind of partner who was straightforward with you and never hid anything maliciously while still respecting the integrity of your relationship. You felt grateful to be a part of each other’s lives.

Floating mindlessly in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the man staring at you across the bar. You also didn’t notice him approaching until you heard him say, “Hey there, what are you smiling about, sweetheart?”

Glancing over, the giddiness you felt thinking about your relationship with Ari was now interrupted by feelings of annoyance and suspicion. “I’m good, thanks,” you responded dismissively, not even bothering to answer his question.

“Aw, c’mon—just wanna talk a bit. Hey, are you with anyone right now?” the guy persisted.

Looking at the intrusive person, you could tell he was a bit younger than you. His polo shirt was disheveled, and his demeanor seemed careless. If his side-swept hair wasn’t an indication of his immaturity, it was the way he reeked of alcohol and weed. A smug smile lifted on his face as he assumed you were checking him out, when in reality, you were trying to piece together how to shut this down and walk around him on your way back to the booth.

“Uh, I am. Just waiting for our drinks,” you answered shortly, hoping your dismissiveness would be enough to make him go away. Heckling men never seem to take the hint when you’re not interested, and it seems like telling them off only riles them up more.

“Well, if I were your friend, I certainly wouldn’t have let you come up here by yourself. There are some weirdos out here, y’know?” He leaned onto the bar and into you, his body too close for comfort. You leaned back and crossed your arms defensively.

“I’m sorry—let me? Listen, kid—you got one thing right: there are weirdos out here. Almost like some weirdos just don’t seem to get the hint when they’re harassing women who only want to be left alone by the bar.” You couldn’t hold in your snark as this misogynistic asshole seemed to only smile wider at your reactions.

“Right! That’s why you’re lucky I’m here, sweetheart. Considering that I’m being so helpful by giving you this piece of advice, I think that now makes us friends.” He laughed, ignoring your irritation.

“Everything okay here?” You looked up to find Rachel putting down the newly made beers while looking the stranger dead in the eyes. You could see him squirm a bit, and you stifled a giggle—you were always amused to see her put men in their place.

“It’s okay, Rach. I’m heading back to those two dummies, anyway.” You left some bills on the counter. Rachel gave you a look since she always insisted drinks were on the house for you, but you never really listened. She took the money anyway, gave the guy one last daggered look, and made a small dismissive sound before leaving to attend to other customers.

Ignoring Rachel’s reaction, he turned to you and said, “Well, where are these two dummies you speak of? Are they cute like you?” He looked over at the general crowd of women lingering behind you.

You cleared your throat at his blatant ignorance. “Actually, my two dummies are over there.” You pointed to the back where Sammy and Ari’s profiles could be briefly seen.

He followed your hand to see the two men sitting there and let out a surprised “ah.” He looked back at you after seeing the men but couldn’t help but do a double take once he recognized one of them.

“Wait, you’re that guy’s friend?” he asked incredulously, looking at you expectantly.

You gave him a warning look and made an affronted sound. “Careful. ‘Friends’ don’t talk to their friends like that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You gestured to take your drinks, which seemed to snap him out of his shock.

“Hey, hey—wait! Relax, relax. That just took me off guard, but… I mean, you do know what he did, right?” He gave you the same look others would give you, almost disgusted, as if he couldn’t believe a ‘girl like you’ would be with a ‘guy like him.’

Your eyes narrowed and you huffed an exasperated breath, preparing to retort, but were interrupted by a voice yelling, “Yo, Bryce, hurry up!” You looked to the end of the bar to see another young man in a polo (god, these entitled kids are a dime a dozen) looking over at you. They wore the same cocky, smug smiles, and you were immediately done with this interaction.

Letting out a scoff, you replied, “Well, Bryce, it’s been real. Now, please, leave me alone.” Not mincing words nor your mocking tone, you started to grab your drinks when you froze in place, frowning as you noticed one of your drinks had an abnormal fizz on top.

“Are you kidding me? Did he just…?” Your thoughts felt scattered as you realized that your drink had been spiked. Your frown persisted as you looked back at Bryce in disbelief. “Did you really just do that?”

Bryce looked nonchalant at your question and, almost innocently, responded, “What are you talking about, sweetheart?” He had a dopey look on his face, but he couldn’t even hide his rising grin at your growing outrage. You knew you weren’t overreacting and you knew what you saw in your drink.

“You just spiked my drink—what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You accused and turned to catch Rachel’s attention. A strong grip twisted your arm back to Bryce as he looked at you with something completely vile in his eyes. He leaned in close to whisper in your ear with venom as you leaned back and attempted to get his hand off you. “Stuck-up bitch. You know you would’ve been asking for it if you didn’t have your killer boyfriend to cover you.”

Feeling his hot breath in your ear made you panic even more, his unrelenting grip getting tighter by the second. You shouted while trying to push him off you, “Get the fuck off of me! LET GO!”

You flailed your limbs more in your attempts to make a scene. You heard a barstool crash to the ground loudly, and all of a sudden Bryce’s fingers were no longer around your arm. The only thing in your vision was a person’s vast back.

Ari.

Catching your breath from your panic, the sounds of the bar that had seemed to mute during your thrashing suddenly tuned back in. You registered pained groans and the utter silence, yet concerned murmurs scattered across the room. Looking over from behind Ari’s back, you saw Sammy putting a hand in between Ari and Bryce, who was now on the floor, clutching his nose with blood spilling out rapidly.

“You fucking prick! I’ll press charges!” Bryce shouted from the ground as his friends crowded around him, trying to get him up.

Rachel raised her voice to be heard amidst the chaos and said, “I saw what happened, asshole. I’d be happy to call the cops and let them know about you and your buddies’ attempts to sexually harass my customers.”

Bryce, now being held up by his friends, looked over at Rachel menacingly. Rachel didn’t back down and walked towards the phone on the wall. “Shall we?”

Bryce hissed in pain from his new injury and looked back to meet Ari’s stone-cold eyes. Sammy turned to face Bryce and his friends with a look of caution, almost ready to get into a fight if it came to that.

Bryce took a heavy gulp, attempting to stare Ari down with bravado. He then locked his jaw and scoffed, “Whatever, I’m out of here.”

The bouncer suddenly appeared behind you, making you startle slightly, and pushed the group toward the exit. As they got closer, you hid yourself behind Ari’s back and gripped his shirt tightly for comfort. You could feel Ari’s hand reach for your waist, and you assumed he could sense your shaking and wanted to offer you more protection and ease.

In your peripheral vision, you could see and feel Bryce’s eyes staring at you, almost as if he wanted to say one last thing. But Ari’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned to face Bryce directly, orienting you with him and blocking his gaze from you. Though you couldn’t see it, Ari looked deadly in that moment, removing any access Bryce had to your presence.

“If you ever come back in here, and if I ever see you near her again, I will hurt you,” Ari said quietly, but his warning reverberated across the large space. “And you know that I’m good for it.”

Bryce, still clutching his nose, averted his gaze and continued moving toward the exit.

As the group exited, people still looked over but gradually returned to their tables and muttered conversations. The jukebox came back on at a lower volume, and people eventually resumed their activities.

You were still clutching Ari’s back as you released a sigh of relief. You leaned into him, your forehead resting between his shoulders. The adrenaline had left you with residual energy, and it was noticeably hard for you to regulate your emotions. Ari heard you release one more exhale in an attempt to calm down before he turned to meet your tight grip with his strong hands.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, baby.” He released your hands with one last squeeze and cupped your face sweetly. He whispered more reassurances as he pulled your face close to his and leaned down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Sammy, we’re gonna get going.” Ari glanced at the teary-eyed look on your face and knew you couldn’t stay. He wouldn’t have expected you to, either—he was accustomed to chaotic and loud environments, able to regulate during scary situations. Ari knew this was exceptionally jarring for you, and he desperately wanted to protect you from any feelings of unsafety. His priority since you entered his life was to preserve your softness, and if his hard exterior could help do that, he would go to any length to ensure you felt secure with him.

“Of course, check in and get home safe.” You also turned to give Sammy and Rachel a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you.’ If there was any effort to expend, it would be that.

They returned your smile with reminders to be safe while driving home, and Ari took your small hand in his to lead you to the exit. You both passed by the bouncer, who returned Ari’s thanks for earlier with an affirmative nod and also gave you a parting “feel better.” You muttered your appreciation and clutched Ari’s forearm with your other hand still in his. You felt that if you weren’t right by his side, if he weren’t touching you, the panic would rush back in.

On the car ride back to Ari’s place, you kept yourself as close to him as possible. The truck’s seats facilitated closeness; Ari wrapped his right arm around you protectively while driving with his left.

Ari appreciated that you felt safe with him. Unbeknownst to you, his own panic about losing you crept in whenever you weren’t by his side.

His arm wrapped around you tighter, and his caress provided comfort for him as well during the rest of the ride home.

Later that night, after Ari got out of the shower, you noticed cuts on his knuckles from his punch earlier.

“Ari, why didn’t you say anything earlier? Come here.” You scolded him as you led the giant of a man (a very half-naked, still wet giant of a man—okay, focus) to sit on the toilet seat.

“Baby, it’s fine—” Ari began to say, but you interrupted him, “Honey, let me do this—why can’t you just let yourself be loved?!” Ari let out a rare scoffed smile at ​​your dramatic flair before acknowledging you with his usual grunt. You returned his smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

Ari watched you as you ventured over to the bathroom counter to gather the first aid kit. You were already in your sleep clothes—simple camisole and shorts. Though he remained silent, you could feel his eyes roaming over your newly exposed skin. You glanced up at the wide mirror and caught him in the act as his gaze lingered a bit too long on your ass. You stifled a small laugh, and his eyes met yours unashamedly.

You turned to walk back over to him, and his eyes never left yours as you took his palm gently between your hands. As you cleaned the small wound, you could feel his gaze burning on your skin. You took your time patching him up, and with the last bandage, you brought his burly hand to your lips, planting a meaningful kiss on his knuckles. Continuing to brush your lips against the back of his hand, you left more kisses until you reached the underside of his wrist.

Ari’s gaze darkened with every peck of affection you left on his clean skin. As you raised his hand to rest it on your cheek, Ari’s other arm wrapped around the low of your waist, pulling you in closer. Deciding you weren’t close enough, you straddled his towel-clad waist. Enjoying the intimacy, you both savored the simplicity of feeling safe in each other’s embrace. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you softly caressed his wet strands of hair away from his face. Tucking your face into the crevice of his neck, you closed your eyes and hummed contentedly, feeling his large hands rub up and down your back. You felt so small enveloped in his arms.

“Look at me, baby,” Ari whispered softly. He laid a calloused hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. His other arm remained wrapped around you to support you, and he said, “I know that we don’t talk about this often enough, but I want you to know that I would never hurt you. Ever.”

You gave Ari a confused look. “I know that, Ari. I trust you. I always feel safe with you.” His eyes were full of concern as you rushed to reassure him. Your own hand rested on his bearded cheek. “I know that what happened at the mill last year has lingered a bit.”

He turned his gaze downward until you cooed at him, making him look back at you. “Hey, I know you. I know that you were only doing what you thought was right. At that moment, it was about protecting Sammy. The guy was making threats against you both. It made sense that you went to defend yourself.”

Ari was quiet for a minute. You continued stroking his cheek to let him process. This was a vulnerable conversation for Ari that his usual grunts couldn’t explain.

He broke the silence by saying, “I lied to you.”

Your heart froze, and you felt even more confused. Your hand dropped back down to grip his bulky shoulder. “What do you mean?” you asked tentatively.

Ari met your curious gaze with an ashamed look. “He wasn’t making threats against Sammy… he was saying things about you. Us. How a woman like you shouldn’t be with someone like me—‘damaged goods.’”

Lines formed between your eyebrows as you tried to register what Ari was saying. Leaning into your silence, he continued, “Then he started saying that he would be a better fit for you. He talked about all the ways he would treat you better, and then he shoved me and… I just lost it.” Ari’s mouth twisted grimly, and his eyes held a weighted look. “I just… didn’t want to lose you.”

Swallowing thickly, you reflected on that time in your relationship when you heard about Ari being involved in an accident at the mill. It wasn’t until you saw him that you realized there had been no accident, and that Ari had put his co-worker in the hospital. Of course, you worried about the implications of his actions and what it would mean for the two of you. At a certain point, you did question your safety with Ari.

But you remembered meeting him at the station when the police let him go due to it being self-defense (and many of Ari’s co-workers, including Sammy, vouching for the incident). He had the same look that he had now—fear.

In that moment, despite what he had done, you knew there was something so strong and willed behind his reaction. He was so protective and gentle with you, and you believed him. You believed that that was the man that you were falling in love with. You just never would have guessed it came from the fear of losing you.

Realizing you had been quiet for a while as you processed your feelings and what you wanted to say, Ari didn’t move from his position. He licked his lips nervously, waiting for your response.

Releasing a slow breath, you cupped Ari’s face in your hands and looked him in the eye. “You protect, Ari, that’s just what you do.”

Ari exhaled in relief and felt a dark weight lift off of his shoulders, his stomach no longer churning, while putting his forehead to your chest. He moved his arms under your butt and lifted you slightly to do this but you embraced him openly. You stroked his hair again as he started kissing your exposed skin above your breast until he was laying a series of soft kisses up your neck. You both knew what his kisses really meant: “I’m sorry, I love you.”

You hummed out a soft moan as his lips found that spot under your ear that felt extra sensitive to his touch. Turning his face to meet your cheek, he tilted his head slightly so that he could finally reach your mouth. You allowed Ari to control the pace of the kiss and moaned when you felt his tongue softly caress yours. 

The tension in the air quickly thickened into something more primal and electric from Ari’s confession. There was something about this huge, strong man protecting only you that made you feel so worshiped and desired. These feelings start to overcome you and you move to sit on top of Ari’s towel-covered erection only to grind yourself down on him. Ari groaned sensually into the kiss at the feeling of delicious pressure sitting on his hard cock. Your mouths continue languidly meeting each other when you let out a squeak from Ari suddenly gripping your thighs tightly to carry you back into the bedroom. 

You released a squeal as Ari threw you on top of the bed before dropping his towel on the floor. Breathing heavier, you backed up on the bed to get a better look at his glorious sculpted figure and Ari only smirked at your hooded eyes gazing all over his body. Standing at the edge of the bed, Ari decided that you were too far away and he gripped your ankle to roughly tug you back towards him. Letting out another brief squeal and giggle, you quickly sought into his rhythm as he kneeled onto the bed. 

His bulking mass overshadowed you as he leaned forward to place more deceivingly gentle kisses upon the exposed skin of your stomach where your tank top rode up. Your stomach fluttered as you could feel his kisses getting wetter, and were leading down towards your cotton-clad pussy. You whined in anticipation as Ari gently tugged off your shorts to reveal your soaking core. 

Ari let out a deep groan at the sight of your pussy weeping for his touch. Using his hands to spread your legs open to make space for his massive stature, you gasped for air even though he has barely touched you. You stroke the hands holding you down and beg, “Ari, please. Please do something.” 

At your begging, Ari released a louder groan this time. “God, baby. Look at you just creaming for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. You want me to take care of you, sweet girl?” 

He used his forearms to hold your already squirming legs down as he used his thumb to cut through a string of wet and reveal your thrumming pink clit. Not being able to resist his own yearning, he gave a firm lick up your cunt and released a deep groan at the first taste of you on his tongue. “Oh fuck, you taste so fucking sweet.” He groaned and went back into your cunt for more. 

You sobbed your pleasure at the feeling of his tongue caressing your wet folds, “Yes, please, Ari– please!” His tongue continued licking all over your pussy while he released his own small moans at the taste of you. He made sure to thrust his tongue into your soaked opening before licking his way back towards your now puffy clit. 

Your moans steadily increased in volume and small, short-bursts of whimpers fell out of your mouth as Ari devoured you. Feeling his lips suction at your clit, you mewl and feel his thick finger start to breach your entrance. Your head fell back on the bed, your mouth agape at the sheer pleasure you were receiving from your man. One hand tightly gripping the sheet next to you and the other wrapped in Ari’s hair as you kept him in place, your hips started to thrust back into his mouth and fingers. Not expecting for you to turn so wildly, Ari’s mouth left your clit unwillingly. Letting out a whine at the loss of warmth, you press down on the back of Ari’s head to get him back into position. 

But all of a sudden, you felt a sharp smack on your ass and you let out a yelp. Ari was still thrusting his finger, and inserting a second one, at a slower pace when he looked up at you. His lips and beard glistened with your wetness when he said darkly, “You move an inch, and you’ll be sorry. Do you understand me, baby?”

You could only respond with a soft whimper before letting out another cry as he slapped your ass again. “I said, do you understand me?” 

“Yes, Ari, I understand.” You responded with a glazed look in your eye at the combination of pain from his smacks and pleasure from his domineering words. 

“There’s my sweet girl, so good for me.” Ari said before he kissed his way back to your sopping cunt, his fingers thrusting faster now as his mouth created a suction on your clit again. Releasing out a louder cry at the transition, you could feel Ari’s fingers start to push deeper and curve inside of you to find your g-spot. You let out a sharp gasp once you felt him start to stroke that spongy spot over and over again while his tongue started to softly create a rhythmic pattern on your throbbing bud. 

The other thing about your relationship with Ari is that he was the most vocal when you were fucking. He always let you know how you felt around him and freely praised you as you gave each other the most visceral and intense experience. Anticipating more from him, your body rolled with his fingers to get him even deeper inside of you.

Only squeaking out sounds now, your high-pitched tones of pleasure were music to Ari’s ears. Your wet starting to squelch around his fingers and spurt out of you, Ari knew you were almost there. His fingers thrusted faster into you and curved in deeper with each thrust. He groaned, “Hmm, yeah baby? Is this the spot right here?”

You couldn’t conjure up a response as you were only experiencing the immense pleasure that he was giving to you and almost animalistic groans started leaving your throat. Ari looked up to see your head thrown back on the bed and your upper body contorting, your tanktop having ridden up and was now showing your beautiful perky, round breasts. Nipples peaked in heightened pleasure. Witnessing you like this was a privilege for Ari and he never thought you looked more beautiful than when you were writhing for him in the bedroom. 

A deep desire to witness more of you, Ari increased his efforts by pushing down on your tummy just above your mount. “Yeah, that’s the spot. Be a good girl for me, and let me have it. Let go for me.” He breathes against your slit while giving you one last intentional suck and rapid licking at your clit. 

Inhaling sharply, his words were your undoing as you felt that tight knot inside of you tear in ecstasy. Your head tossed back in euphoria as you cum hard, your pussy clenched around his fingers. Though, Ari didn’t stop thrusting his fingers deep inside of you. Whispering good girl and so sweet against your thrumming folds as he continued to coach you through your release. 

You let out a satiated whimper at experiencing your orgasm but Ari wasn’t stopping. If anything, his fingers curved into your g-spot faster and his tongue licked harder at your humming, swollen clit. You did thrash at the overstimulation. Your disobedience resulted in Ari slapping your ass once more. Even though it was served as a punishment, it seemed to only end up heightening your yearning for a second release. Noticing that your juices were spurting out excessively now, Ari kept slapping your ass as your pussy gripped tighter onto his large fingers. 

Letting out a myriad of whimpers and desperate moans, you sobbed out, “Ari please, please…I can’t do it, please!”

“Yes, you can baby, you can. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You couldn’t answer him other than your random babblings– you couldn’t even think as you felt so consumed by the pleasure that he was giving you. You felt like you were being consumed by him and adored at the same time. 

A cry left your lips as he slapped your ass harder. “I asked you a question, are you my good girl?”

“Yes, yes, please, let me cum, please!” You sobbed out. 

Ari grunted deeply, “Your pussy is begging for it– you hear that?” He quieted only for the sounds of your own wetness slopping out of you to fill the space. “Mmm, see, I know you can do it, just one more, love.” Ari went back to suckling on your clit while he rubbed and grabbed at your now pink-colored flesh. 

Hearing him use this endearment again as his lips never left your body made your eyes roll up and you inadvertently held your breath as you let go for the second time. You register Ari’s moans and praise against your clit as you squirt your cum into his awaiting mouth. 

All you could let out were quiet mumbles of satisfaction as Ari’s fingers slowed. Your body was still jerking as it carried out aftershocks of your release, and you let out another sharp breath as Ari left one last kiss on your velvety folds. 

You were attempting to catch your breath as Ari kissed his way up your body, spending some time on your nipples by taking one in his mouth while his hand caressed your other breast. Ari brought up his fingers that were just inside of you to stroke your nipple and groaned as you glistened with your own cum. Leaning down, he took your nipple in his mouth again to suck it clean. You moaned softly and arched your back to give him more access as your hands stroked affectionately through his hair.  

Working his way back towards your bite-ridden lips, Ari slanted his wet mouth over yours as you taste yourself on his tongue. The both of you moaned as you continued making out leisurely. Ari pulled back to lick your lips sensually before dipping into your open mouth one more time for his tongue to meet yours in a passionate, sloppy dance.

Ari stroked your hair away from your face. “You ready for my cock, baby?” 

You whined and nodded as he leaned down to give you another wet kiss. You feel him reaching for his cock, hard and resting on your clit heavily. You mewled at him again as he slapped your clit with the wide mushroom head of his cock and he pushed in slowly. 

Groaning together at the feel of his thick cock bottoming in you, Ari lets out a strained moan. “Fuuuck baby, your pretty pussy is just sucking me in. Agh, so tight.” 

He withdrew until he was almost out of you before thrusting back into you deeply. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open as you could feel the veins on his girthy cock graze your inner walls. 

Ari leaned his head back in ecstasy at the feel of you clenching around him. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned out your name, “Yes, take it, baby. Take my fat cock.” 

You felt like you could barely breathe as his thrusts became faster and harder. He was sinking in so deep and you were gasping for air at all of the sensations your body was experiencing. Besides your mutual groans and moans, the sounds of your union could be heard as you only became wetter at the stimulation. 

“I’m so full, so full…so big, Ari.” You mumbled out, your eyes crossed in ecstasy. Ari let out a condescending laugh, “Aww, look at you. Can’t even speak, can you? Just continue taking my cock, honey, you’re so good at it.” 

Ari leaned up and thrust out of you, despite your desperate whining, only to turn you on your stomach. You feel him kneel outside of your thighs that were clenched together, and only had time to hold onto the pillow in front of you as he thrust back in. You gasped out a high pitched moan and small, repeated sounds of pleasure came out of your mouth as you felt his long shaft pit up against your g-spot with every thrust. 

“There she is, yesss. You’re so fucking tight when I take you like this, baby. Your pussy is gripping me like a vice, goddamn.” Ari groaned louder as your warmth enveloped him. Tension started brewing again deep inside your belly as he thrust faster into you. 

Leaning down, his chest was damp and his hair grazed your smooth skin as it met your back. He lifted you slightly to wrap his right hand around your neck and squeezed. He whispered harshly in your ear, “Don’t ever forget that you’re mine. This pussy is mine, your body. I’ll always protect you, you hear me, love?”

Gripping onto the pillow in front of you fiercely, you couldn’t contain your moans that were now resonating in the room. His possessiveness, his fingers gripping your throat so protectively, and the passion in his words made you feel so hot, you felt that coil in your belly about to snap. The sensation pulling at that area inside of you that felt so full and relieving when released. “Ari, yes, I’m yours! You’re gonna make me cum again!” 

“Yeah, I am, love. Soak my cock, make a mess with my pussy.” He released the grip on your throat to lean back up and take your hips in his hands for full control. His thrusts were consistently hard and deep. It twisted that coil inside of you so delightfully that you finally snapped and cried out your orgasm. 

Ari’s thrusts became sloppier as your juices squirted around his cock. He bellowed out a deep and low groan from his strained throat and followed you as you rode out your orgasm against him. You moan at the feeling of his dick throbbing inside of you and feeling him cum so deep in your pussy made you feel like you were being claimed. His dick was still buried deep inside as you gyrated against him. At the overstimulation, Ari thrust out of you with a sharp hiss and a mixture of your cum with his started to spurt out of you. 

“Fuck, so pretty, baby. Here, let me help you.” He breathed out heavily while his hand left your hip to use his finger to push your combined cum back into your quivering pussy. You moaned out at the sensation of his thick finger thrusting his warm spend further into you and mewled in content. 

Ari kneaded and squeezed your ass one last time before attempting to get off the bed to get a towel to clean you up but you clutched his hand before he could fully leave and pleaded, “Wait baby, stay. Can you just…hold me, please?”

He picked up the hand that you were holding to kiss the back of yours softly and collapsed on the bed next to you as you leaned into his outstretched arms. Cuddling him as your head rested over his chest, you felt him graze his fingers soothingly on your arm. You both were satiated in your passionate release, and after the day that you had, you both were starting to feel the effects of it. 

Embracing you in his arms, the warmth of your body and the softness of your skin felt like heaven against him. Before his sleepy eyes shut completely, you gave him a gentle tap above his heart to get his attention one last time. He peered down at you and gave you a relaxed grin. With his familiar grunt, his eyes questioned your touch. 

You gazed into his blue eyes that were filled with such affection, the same glint that you saw earlier at the bar. A familiar burning in your eyes started to come on at his stare, but you blinked them away to smile back fondly at him. 

“I love you too, Ari.” 

A/N: Welp! We made it -- I'm hoping ya'll enjoyed Ari and reader on this one. Something about Lumberjack!Ari being protective and only having eyes for you makes me feral and that can be the only explanation as to why this is so long lol. I would love to know what ya'll thought! Speak soon, lads~

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³.⍭ 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝟐/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | ghostface!ex-boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead/dumb!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | soft DARK/DARK!Ari, obsessed/controlling!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, manipulation, blood, murder (not in detail), side character(s) death (it had to be done). implied: stalking. dumb!reader, size difference: 6’10!Ari, condescending!Ari, DD/LG undertones, manhandling, alcohol, weed (edibles). SMUT - minors DNI, fingering (f), non-con/dub-con: aphrodisiacs & stealthing, unprotected sex (p in v), daddy kink, choking, p*ssy spanking, mating press, dirty talk, rough sex, spit kink, dacryphilia, degradation, heavy dumbification, size kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie.

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𝗔/𝗡 | thank you everyone for being patient with me, we all know pacing is my enemy and I can’t write anything short ever. mean daddy!ari makes an appearance here, so do a few of his fellow frat bros. As always, all mistakes are my own and i hope you all enjoy !! 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Am I stupid?” 

“Huh?”

“My friends say I’m not the sharpest… that’s why Ari treated me that way.” 

Bryce opens his mouth to answer, but quickly rethinks his blunt: “yes, you are.” 

In a way, your friends were right. It was rare for you to be out of that dreamland of yours. You were a little stupid—okay, maybe a lot stupid, but that surely wasn’t a bad thing. Everyone knew about Ari’s domineering attitude, and how he babied you and treated you like his property. 

Bryce is only frustrated because he didn’t get to you first. Now that you’re single, free from your overbearing six-foot-ten ex-boyfriend, he can take his chance. 

“I think you have a particular way of figuring things out, but that isn’t bad. It’s just you.” He gently pinches your cheek, and you smile shyly, “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. Nothing at all.” 

Through the eye mesh, Ari watches you giggle and sip from the new solo cup. You’re practically snuggled into Langley’s arms, giving him that dumb-spaced-out look as you listen to whatever shit he has to say. His fist tightens around the aluminum handle when Bryce’s fingers trace up your cheek, drifting to your shiny forehead.

“You’re burning up.” He can barely read his lips through the dim red lights. 

You blink slowly and nod before your head falls back. A hot feeling builds in his stomach, either rage or desire, as your thighs clench and you subtly rock against the couch. The hem of your dress rides up your flesh, exposing the delicate white nylon begging to be torn—sliced to shreds. 

It was a shame, you being so woefully ignorant to leave your drink unattended while you and Bryce danced and mingled. You were lucky Ari was there to watch it—and slip in some crushed pills. A part of him was disappointed that when you returned and drank it all, not thinking about the creeps who would take advantage of you. 

Better him than anyone else. 

That’s what he found sickeningly comforting until Bryce brought you some more brownies directly after and shoved them into your pretty mouth. Anyone could smell the desperation radiating off of your body, and judging by the way Bryce was licking his lips, he was seconds away from devouring you on the damn couch in front of everyone. 

If only Bryce knew that you wouldn’t need anything else after those pills. The brownie was overkill, but Ari did love it when you were just a needy, whiny, dumb whore. 

Despite being dumped over text, Ari couldn’t escape you. You were plastered on his bedroom walls, from framed pictures to love letters you’ve written him—with all your spelling and grammar errors. Your scent was ingrained in his pillows and sheets, regardless of how many times he’s washed them. Dashes of pastel and lace were in every drawer and cranny, from your flimsy panties to itty bitty skirts that always showed your ass. 

You haven’t asked for any of your belongings back, and he wouldn’t tell you what he’s done with your favourite lacy underwear. He wants you to wear them without a clue that they’ve been covered in his seed while he rewatched the tape of you in one of your tiny cotton shorts, the crotch pulled to the side as he fucked your ass for the first time. 

He bets Bryce had no clue you were an anal slut. 

Over the booming bass and loud chatter, Ari can almost hear Bryce’s revolting thoughts—your friend has waited too long for this golden opportunity and it’s fucking soaked and needy, only inches away from him. 

Moments drag on and Bryce stands to leave, telling you to wait while he gets you cold water. Ari watches him waltz into the kitchen and check the fridge but comes up empty. On the way out, he swipes a brownie and goes to the garage. 

Ari follows after him, being masked and unrecognizable, he’s able to blend in with the bustling mob. He lingers around corners and spots the strobe lights don’t hit, the pitch-black robe morphs him into just another tall impending shadow. With a casual pace, his eyes remain locked on the younger man drunkenly humming to himself as he stumbles through the halls that were getting less crowded. 

He was making this far too easy. 

A loud crash sounds through the empty hallway, bouncing off the panelled walls and expensive paintings. 

“Aw shit.” Bryce curses and crouches to assess the damage, the china is scattered across the carpet, bits and pieces of the priceless artifact owned by the spoiled brat and party host. “Fucking shit.”

He looks up at the hooded, looming figure by the door clad in a dark robe with tattered sleeves. A stark white mask contrasts with the black eyes, nose, and dramatically wide-opened mouth—as if it were screaming or crying. 

“Hey, uh, don’t tell Ransom about that. I still owe him for the other vase I broke.” He tries to laugh off the nerves. He makes quick work of covering his ass and kicks the shards under the couch. “God knows he’ll never let me over again if he knew it was me.” 

Ari locks the door after him, slowly slipping off his mask because he’d rather have his face be the last thing the shithead sees. 

“I don’t think he’ll care.” 

Bryce’s frame stiffens and he stares forward at the window, instantly making out the long hair and pale skin. Even a few feet behind, Ari is still strikingly bigger than him. 

“He’s a good friend of mine, we both see things like that as disposable.” Ari steps forward, crushing the ceramic fragments under his heavy boots, “albeit, it would be impossible to replace the original. Nothing could amount to the first, it could look the same, feel the same—but if given the choice, only a fool would choose the fake.”

“What a drawn-out way to say you’re jealous.” He quirks a brow, “I knew you’d be an obsessed freak, just let her go, man. She’s about to get something—someone who’s actually good for her.” 

“She doesn’t know a damn thing, much less what’s good for her.”

The other man glowers, “does she know you talk about her like that?”

“Does she know you’re a pervert who’s taken pictures up her skirt?” 

Bryce’s skin goes pale, all colour draining from his cheeks until the only noticeable hue is his blue eyes. He doesn’t move or even twitch, hoping the lack of movement would make him magically disappear. 

“You’ve got pictures of my girl’s cunt.” Ari could rip him to shreds and not break a sweat. “And you’re calling me the freak?” Another step closer and more delicate shards crack under his weight. “A sicko like you must get off to that, huh? I wonder what the dean would think of that, you’re already on thin ice after that changing room incident. Fucking pervert.” 

The younger man clenches his fists and grits his teeth but he doesn’t speak. 

“You aren’t going to ask how I found out?” Ari tilts his head, waiting for a response but he gets nothing but long, ragged breaths. “My friend is fucking the dean’s secretary and she’s got loose lips,” He smirks and chuckles lowly, “in more ways than one.” 

In terror, his gaze darts towards the back door between two towering bookshelves. The various lamposts surrounding the property call to him like a beacon, so close yet so far with the menacing shadow only mere feet away. 

Do it. Ari has always loved a chase. 

In a split second, Bryce takes off, bursting through the door with a leap and racing across the lawn.

Ari cracks his neck and slips on the mask again, his hood following suit. Under his robe, he grasps the cold handle of the knife and follows after him. His heavy footsteps halt when he grabs a sharp fragment of the shattered vase—options, options, which will he choose? 

With the taste of revenge on his tongue, he contemplates. One will do the dirty work for you and the other will for himself, his pride and sanity. He couldn’t care less about those other victims when you were so disgustingly violated multiple times, and tonight could have been the worst of all. The difference between Bryce and him is that he’d do all those sick things to you because he loves you so much, and this fucking coward just wants to get his dick wet. 

Ari picks up speed, easily following after the drunk, horrified man. They both disappear into the abyss of the night, deeper into the woods of the secluded property. One of them unknowingly races closer to inescapable doom. 

A hand cradles your cheek, the touch was so comforting and familiar that you automatically lean into it. 

“There you are, bunny.” A drawl pulls you from the shadows, “There’s my girl, are you okay?”

If that voice had a taste, it’d be warm caramel on a vanilla sundae, with rainbow sprinkles and a candied cherry on top. 

When you come to, still heavy and disorientated, your blurry ex-boyfriend is knelt by your side. “Ari? Wh-What happened?” You’re sprawled on a bed like a ragdoll. Your legs are spread wide with one hanging off of the edge and the hem of your dress barely conceals your modesty.

The brunette hasn’t stopped caressing your cheek, his gentle motions a stark contrast to the darkness in his eyes, “Bryce slipped something into your drink.” He answers calmly as the aching in your head builds to a pounding. 

It takes a few seconds for you to process his words. “N-No… He wouldn’t—he’d never.” Your heart sinks. 

“He did. He told me himself before he got into his car and drove off.” Ari explains, “I guess he got scared when you passed out and decided to just leave you here. You’re lucky Steve found you and called me.” 

Distraught and sick to your stomach, you try to stand but collapse back onto the mattress, your legs too weak and unstable to support your weight. “Feeling—ugh.” 

Ari sweeps you into his arms, “Hey now, take it easy or you’ll hurt yourself. Deep breaths, you’re getting overwhelmed.” He cradles you like a princess, his little damsel in distress. 

“My basket…” 

Ari chuckles, even at a moment like this, your priorities haven’t changed. “I’ll find it later, baby. Just gotta calm you down right now.”

You almost cry at that. Whether it was the alcohol or the drugs, you feel as exposed and vulnerable as a wilting flower. Like a strong breeze could knock you over, you’re helpless to everything—the loud music, the bright lights and the many guests downstairs. 

You feel small. 

Tucking yourself into the crook of Ari’s shoulder, you inhale his cologne. The warm musk of cypress and cedarwood seeps into your senses, followed by the gentle undertones of patchouli. You dig your nose deeper, determined to soak up as much as you can before he goes away again—you missed him so much. 

Your unfocused eyes dart around the bedroom, from the cream walls and dark furniture. The soft, expensive duvet is wrinkled from your weight and your heels lie forgotten on the floor. Slowly but surely, the lights and pounding become bearable, and you can finally hear yourself think. 

Would Bryce do that to you?

If not, why would Ari say he did?

No, Ari never lied. Lying was deceitful and wrong, and Ari would never do that to you.

It seems too soon when Ari returns you to bed. You begrudgingly abandon your safe place and get a good look at him.

“You’re bleeding!” There were red splatters on his face to his neck, a bit even blending in with his dark beard. You quickly touch your own face and gasp when the same vermillion is on your fingers, “it’s still wet!” 

Ari quickly cleans your face, a soft chuckle flowing past his pink lips. “It’s fake, bunny. Just touched up my costume before I found you.” 

Your eyes fall to his attire, the black hooded cloth draped over his massive shoulders and mask atop his head, holding back his long hair. You tilt your head. 

Ari sighs fondly and pulls down the mask, revealing the eerily expressive big eyes and elongated mouth. As haunting as it was, you couldn’t ever figure out if the expression was upset or terrified. 

“Oh! I remember that mask.” You recall all the times he’s scared his friends with it. He messed with you a couple of times too. 

“Why are you scared, bunny?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled under the guise, as he pinned you against the wall, “it’s just daddy, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

What followed was a night tangled in his bedsheets, the mask only coming off after you came all over his length twice. Ari wasn’t satisfied until he was soaked with your essence, he’d spend hours breaking you apart, only to put you back together with loving aftercare. 

You wonder if any of that has changed now—if he’s changed since then.

He goes towards the ensuite and switches on the tap. He wipes his face with his sleeve, cleaning away the red. 

“You don’t have to take it off.” You hesitate. It was awkward to see him again, he was so nonchalant about it too. “The fake blood is a part of your costume. And you’ll need it if you leave.” 

He snorts. “If I was leaving, I wouldn’t care. It makes you uneasy.” He meets your gaze through the reflection, “You never liked scary movies anyway.”

"Bunny, nothing is happening."

"I don't care!" You squeal, shaking in his arms with your face buried in his neck. Your eyes are squeezed shut and if you could, you'd cover your ears too but you refuse to part with your big, protective boyfriend. He was your unofficial bodyguard! "P-Please, turn it off! It's too scary!"

"You said you wanted to do something fun." Ari rubs your back under your shirt, gently dragging his nails down your spine. "Isn't this fun?"

"Not fun at all." You huff in frustration and fear, trying to ignore the creepy music flowing from the speakers, it paints the entire living room eerie and deeply unsettling. "Ari, please!"

"Stop being such a baby." He scolds, spanking your ass. "It isn't even gory." 

You pull away with a pout, "not a baby..."

A slow, sinister smile crawls onto his lips. "No? Why are you crying like one then?"

"You're bein' mean..." You move to climb off his lap but he locks his built, firm arms around your waist. "I don't like it." 

He ignores you and swoops forward, kissing from your forehead to your wet cheeks, across your nose and finally your lips. He makes obnoxious puckering noises, nibbling on your warm skin until your teary-eyed sulk faded into a sweet, giggly glow. 

It never takes much to distract dumb little you. 

"How about we get your mind off it, huh?" 

"Are we gonna go upstairs?" You ask cluelessly as he lays you on the couch, bracing himself above you. "You said you'd help me with my math homework?"

"I know, baby, I know." Ari sighs softly, lowering his hips between your spread thighs. "You still don't understand? I just tutored you last week." 

"I-I tried, but it's still too hard!" You sputtered, "I promise I did all the steps you put on the checklist, but I just—I can't, daddy." 

He coos, "Don't worry, bunny. I'll dumb it down for you again."

Your eyes flutter shut when his hard length rubs against your core, and only then do you notice the sticky mess. You squirm, embarrassment flooding your body. 

"You're so wet, baby, how long have your panties been soaked?" He asks, kissing from your jaw to your neck, his thick beard tickles your skin. 

You moan quietly, "I d-don't know, daddy." 

"Pfft, what do you know, ya little dummy." His voice lowers as he rocks subtly into you, his muscles flexing under his weight, "Just let me feel you, yeah? You've been grinding on me all fuckin' day."

You lazily blink up at the ceiling and don’t realize your hand is drifting between your thighs until his voice rings out, “how are you feeling?”

“Uhm—hot.” You immediately retreat and kick your legs in hopes of cooling down. “Like really hot, is that bad?”

He enters the bedroom again, clean and devilishly handsome, “Yeah, I think the drug is still active, it might get worse before it gets better. Did you have Jensen’s brownies too?” 

“Oh… only a few. Should I go,” an odd tingling sensation flutters through your body as you sit up, you feel lightheaded, “to the hospital?” 

“You could.” Ari considers, his blue eyes trailing from your crooked bunny ears to your pout, “But what if they ask what happened to you? You’ll have to tell them what he did.” 

A dreadful weight fills your chest, sinking you deeper into the plush mattress. “...but he’s my friend.”

Ari clenches his jaw, “but lying is bad. Do you want to lie to all those people who are trying to help you? Do you want him to do that to someone else? Because I can guarantee he will if you don’t tell the truth.” He chides with a deep voice, “You know he used to snap pictures up your skirt? The drunk bastard showed me everything on his phone, the entire photo album of your cunt, like you were some cheap slut.” 

Your heart shatters, cracking down the middle and bleeding on your trembling hands. The colour absorbs all light, abandoning you in nothingness and leaks onto your pretty dress, tainting you like a white dove in viscous oil. 

No, no, no. 

“Think about all of the people you’re putting in danger just because he’s your friend.” 

“He wouldn’t do that to me.” 

Ari cocks his head, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“No! I just—” you heave, blinking profusely, “he’s my friend. He’s nice to me… or was. I don’t know!” 

“You should know by now that you aren’t the best at choosing friends.” Look at what they did to us. 

You sniffle, wishing to be swallowed whole. Ari was right, your judgement was severely lacking and more often than not, it led you to a road of pain and loneliness. 

Could it be that you’ve never had good intuition?

But you picked him, didn’t you? No, Ari picked you. He chose you above everyone else, time and time again. 

And you let him go. 

“I-I’m sorry, but he’s gonna hate me…” Your vision blurs as your eyes water, “I don’t—I don’t want him to hate me. Don’t want a-anyone to hate me.”

You thought Bryce was kind to you, but that was before tonight. It turns out, he was nothing but a creepy pervert. He violated you and acted like your friend. And stupidly naive little you didn’t notice a thing. 

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” Ari crosses his arms. “You wore all those fuckin’ skirts for him? You wanna be photographed like a dumb whore?”

“Wha—No!” 

“You did or you still do.” His expression hardens, a deep wrinkle settling between his dark eyebrows. “And everyone’s going to say it’s your fault too.”

You quickly shake your head, wispy no’s tumble from your mouth. That seemed like the only word you knew. 

“Did you let him drug you because you wanted him to touch you? If you did, just admit it now.”

“I didn’t…” Your bottom lip wobbles, shiny tears prickling at your waterline, “Ari, please. I only…I didn’t think.” You choke out, “I only want you. It’s always been you.”

And just like that, the switch flips. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s knelt next to you on the bed and is cupping your cheeks in his warm palms, “Hey, hey, no need for the tears. We could stay here until you calm down and can make the decision yourself.”

“Can’t.” 

Ari’s chest vibrates with his deep growl. He fights every urge to taste those tears on your pretty cheeks. “Can’t what?” 

“Can’t think—don’t wanna.” You blubber helplessly, all too overwhelmed with his accusations. “Don’t make me, please.” 

“Oh, poor bunny.” He coos, thumbing your cheekbone dusted with glitter. The sparkles are washed away by your tears and make you look even more divine. “I know. I know you can’t think for yourself. That’s why you had me, right?”

You cry harder, beautifully needy and miserable, just how he liked you to be. 

“Had me make all the choices for you, do all the thinking and all the work.” He hungrily licks his lips, watching the droplets seep into the corners of your mouth. “Because daddy always knows best. Ain’t that right, bunny?” 

“Missed you, daddy.” You manage through hiccups and weakly clamber into his lap. You nuzzle his chest, holding one of his hands to your cheek to ground yourself. 

Every part of Ari was your haven. Whenever you sought comfort, you found yourself in his presence, grasping for any piece of him you could reach and holding on with all your might. There wasn’t an instance when he didn’t provide that sweet security, especially now when your head is so muddled and lost. 

If only you knew what those very hands did an hour ago. 

“Daddy missed you too, princess.” Ari murmurs, massaging the back of your neck and feeling the tense muscles under your skin, “But you broke up with me, remember?”

“Didn’t wanna! My friends—they made me feel dumb for letting you treat me that way.” 

“And, where are they now?” 

You shrug, “Dunno, they left me a while ago.” 

It’s terribly sad that you don’t know they’re already dealt with and their miserable lives were put to an end at the hands of three masked men. They were gone before he even touched Bryce. 

All of them are burnt to a crisp, their bruised and battered bodies utterly unidentifiable. You’ll ask about them soon and he’ll play the concerned boyfriend as always, then return the next day to get rid of the remains. 

Sometimes it feels like clockwork, except this time, he had the help of two close friends. 

He wonders if you remember that stranger who kept you company when he was late for your cafe date one day. Tired and sweaty from practice, Ari waltzed in to find you in a friendly conversation with the other man. Laughing and chatting like you’ve known each other for years. 

Lucky for him, the stranger was just another drifter. No family, no home, no friends—except for you, of course. Shortlived that friendship was. 

It takes you a while to calm down but Ari never leaves your side. He rubs your back and hums softly, letting you soak his clothes with your tears. He’s painfully missed holding you like this, feeling the little trembles of your body against his and hearing each stuttering word fall from your lips. 

You used to cry to him for everything. A late assignment or a failed test—tears, or the store ran out of your favourite comfort snacks—even more tears, perhaps the most you’ve ever cried was when you thought you lost Hazel, the stuffie he gave you. 

What’s even more upsetting is when he found it in your friend’s dorm, along with the rest of his gifts to you. 

Good riddance, your friends deserve everything that came to them. He hopes they burn in hell. 

Eventually, he leaves to get some water for you. He wears his mask while passing through the still ongoing party, dodging drunk students as they screamed to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. 

He retrieves a water bottle and some snacks before heading back to the bedroom. Upon reaching the second floor, he flips up the mask and spots a tall figure clad in brown, baggy clothes and leaning against the wall. 

“How is she?”

“She’s still a bit shaken. I’m taking her back to the house later so she can sleep it off.” 

Steve nods, fixing the worn, burlap mask atop his head. “Okay, do you want me to stay for some extra help? You walked here after all.” 

“No, I’ll just call a taxi.” Ari slaps his shoulder, taking out the single key to unlock the door. He couldn’t let you get away as soon as he got you back. “You should head back home before some cheerleader rats you out to coach again.” 

Aside from the obvious, their disguises are also because the coach had annoying rules that forbid partying before a big game. It wouldn’t be the first time they were scolded after someone reported them.

Mr. Nice Guy Steve had arrived at the party earlier and kept tabs on you like any good friend. He called Ari right away when you were getting close to Bryce. Unfortunately, sweet as he was, Steve was just like you. Dumb and dim, and painstakingly benign. He failed to notice Ari was already there, and so were Curtis and Bucky. All of them masked and with dark intentions. 

It wasn’t like them to leave him out of things, but tonight it was vital he remained unaware. 

“I hope she gets better soon. Bryce is a fucking asshole for doing that.” The solemn expression on Steve’s face transforms into determination, “You know I’ll always have your back.”

“I know.” Ari smiles, and a tinge of something more lurks in his eyes. “You’re my best guy, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I think you’ll be my best man too someday.”

The blond laughs and walks towards the stairs, his brown velvet suit complements the vintage-style decor. “Someday as in a few months?”

“Less than a few if I get lucky.” 

Steve pulls the burlap mask down, concealing his features but Ari knows he’s wearing a crooked grin. “I don’t think you need luck. She needs you, I know it.” 

Ari knows it too. 

Beyond the door, you’re still sweating up a storm with your hand tucked between your legs, desperately rubbing yourself over your tights. The door opens and you hurriedly hide your wet fingers under the bed sheet, blinking up at the intruder with wide eyes. 

“You okay, bunny?”

“Y-Yes, uh, are you?” Your chest rises and falls unsteadily. 

He nods, his gaze drifting over your sweaty skin and hard nipples. “They left with some guys just now.” 

“...Without me?” 

Ari shuts and locks the door behind him. A deep frown plays on his lips, “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t have a chance to tell them about you, I just saw them drive off.”

As expected, tears well up in your eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Poor little you, your delicate soul probably couldn’t take anymore. 

He sits next to you and wraps you in his arms, “I’m so sorry. It isn’t right of them to treat you this way. Like you’re garbage on the side of the road.” 

While that was true and they were hypocrites for saying how badly Ari was treating you only to treat you even worse, that wasn’t why you were crying.

“They don’t deserve you, bunny, much less your pretty tears.” 

“N-Not crying ‘cause of that.” You whine against his neck. 

“Why then?” He asks although he already knows the answer. 

You don’t speak and shamefully open your legs, refusing to meet his eyes. The fur of your dress rides up, revealing a soaked patch of your panties through the white nylon, and the wet spot on the bedsheet. “H-Help me, please?” 

Every inhale brings your scent deep into his senses, snipping the final threads of self-control. “I don’t know, bunny. It isn’t right.”

“But I want you! I never wanted to break up, never wanted to leave you…” You sniffle, bringing his hand to your core. His long, thick fingers barely brush your tights, but having him this close is enough to send shivers down your spine. “My friends pressured me—and I still want you. Need you, daddy.” 

He groans, letting you helplessly grind against his hand. “Yeah, baby? You want me to take care of you?” That glazed look in your eyes almost brings him to his knees. “I’ll help you, but on one condition.” 

It was remarkable how you got this far while being so dim.

“Knew you’d like this. My bunny hates scary movies but gets soaked even when I’m wearing this—” In a daze, you stare at the black eyes, getting lost in the endlessness. The hand around your throat tightens, “There’s my little dummy—you get your tits touched and lose your fuckin’ mind.”

You should be scared or at least on edge with him mounted above you, broad shoulders blocking any source of light. His skin is already covered in your nail marks, from his neck to his lower stomach, just above the band of his jeans. 

He massages your breast and pinches your nipple, “Are you gonna say something or just cry like a baby?” He tilts his head, dark shadows enhancing the ghostly expression of his mask. 

You cup his monstrous bulge, tears leaking down your face. “Want you in my mouth, daddy.” 

He grips your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks until your lips pucker. “You want daddy’s cock or balls, bunny?”

“Ya kno’wha’….” 

He smirks, his hand releases your tit and his rough fingers trail down your clothed slit, “I want you to say it. I know this mouth is more than just one of my holes.” 

“Daw-dy,” You exhale shakily, “please, c-can I—ah!” You squeal when he rips a hole in the crotch of your tights, but he doesn’t go any further. His touch lingers on your inner thighs, inches away from your sticky, smeared arousal. “Will you—”

He shakes your head, making you squeak, “Spit it out, dummy.” 

You weep, your jaw is getting sore from his harsh hold but you’d be lying if you said you hated it. “Let me suck on your balls, please. Need to taste them. Need them in my mouth, on my face—everywhere, daddy.” 

He lifts the mask and hums thoughtfully as if he were pondering a philosophical question. With every slow blink, his eyes get a shade darker and darker, soon becoming a colour you’ve never seen before. A twinge of panic blooms in your stomach, and for a moment, you’re scared of him, of what he could do with you in this vulnerable position, in a full frat party where no one could hear you scream. 

But he grins, his pink lips stretched in the sweetest smile that blossoms uncertainty into mindless hope. 

Then, it’s all crushed. “No.” 

“But—”

“I said to ask. I never promised I’d let you.” The mask covers his face again, but you know he’s still beaming. “You did dump me, don’t you remember? Or is your dumb baby brain too stupid right now?”

“I remember…”

“Yeah, should make you read that fuckin’ text right now.” His fingers press against your slit, immediately seeking your little button. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe before he’s rubbing the bundle with his thumb and pinning your hips down. “But judging by your face, I think my bunny is too dumb to read.” 

“I can.” You force your eyes open, toes curling in pleasure. “I can, daddy. I-I can do it.” 

“Do you think your little head can handle reading right now?” Ari quizzes slowly. If he weren’t immensely enjoying this, he’d pity you. “Poor baby, you just wanna me proud.” He ridicules, drawing out the last word as his voice goes high. “Stupid bunny just wants praise, how adorable.” 

Someone hurt you badly, and a sick part of him wants to thank them for making you into the perfect little airhead for him. 

He adds pressure as you weakly thrust upward. His other digits join too, fucking your tightness through your soaked panties as you moan quietly. A few slaps land on your cunt, and sopping noises fill the room over the bass. You’re a disgustingly creamy mess—and the weed brownies were such a glorious overkill.

You whimper, fruitlessly trying to remove the mask. “Off, daddy. Wanna kiss you, pretty please. Missed you so bad, need—” He slaps your pussy harder, “—need you.” 

Oh, how could he deny you when you asked so nicely?

He rips the mask off and dips down, capturing your bitten lips. His tongue slides against yours as he groans heavily, “If you keep begging like that, you’re gonna regret it.” 

“Pl—Please ruin me.” You ached for him. Every part of your mind, body and soul burned for any sliver of him but at the same time, you were overwhelmed by the slightest graze of his fingertips. 

You blame the drug Bryce slipped in your drink. 

“I’ll do a lot worse, and never let you leave me again.” He murmurs into your mouth, his facial hair rubbing against your tear-stained cheeks. Then, he stands to undress you entirely. Your dress and leg warmers fall to the floor, along with your torn tights and messy panties. He fixes your bunny ears before stripping off his pants, and soon enough, he’s standing fully nude. You don’t know if it was your time apart, but he looks bigger and stronger. 

His skin stretched around his rippling muscles and coarse, dark hair mapped out all of your favourite spots. From his beefy chest and his tummy to the fat base of his throbbing length, and finally, his thick powerful thighs. 

Wait, the tiniest voice in your head pleads as he slowly rolls down the condom. With the latex snug, he leers at you and jerks his cock slowly, his fingers meeting around the girth. You watch as the angry red head immediately fills the tip with pre-cum and your core throbs, awakening a hunger inside of you. 

He kneels on the bed, “What’s wrong?” 

“No–Nothin’...” You gulp and surge forward. “Need you, daddy. So bad.” You mutter against his lips, sucking his tongue messily. Saliva is exchanged and smears down your chin, following in the trails of drool and tears. Your makeup is beyond salvation but he thinks you’ve never looked more angelic. 

Ari lies on his back and pulls you on his lap, your creamy folds enveloping his length. He rubs up and down your sides. “You know what to do, bunny.” 

You obediently nod and rock against his cock, pouting at the latex barrier. You quickly shake that thought from your head, you’ve never had unprotected sex and you won’t start now. 

You focus on rolling your hips, rubbing your swollen button against him as he slides along your soppy folds. The mushroom head pokes out every time you thrust back and his sack brushes your opening, getting covered in your arousal. 

When your cream covers him from base to tip—and his firm lower stomach too which surprised you because you’ve never gotten that messy before—you lift onto your knees and gently grab him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, still too thick for your fingers to wrap around his width. You angle yourself and his tip circles your hole, catching on it before popping back out. 

“Deep breath, bunny. Open up for me.” He coos softly, holding back from pulling you onto his cock and fucking you stupid.

You dumbly nod, biting your lip as you sink down again. The fat head breaches this time, feeding your needy hole. You slowly start bouncing, bracing yourself on his beefy chest and fucking yourself on his tip. Overstimulation prickles but you force yourself to ignore it. 

“Take more, baby, you can do it. Stretch your little pussy for me. All the way down.” His deep growl contrasts with your high-pitched gasp. “Don’t you wanna feel me in your tummy?” He’s missed that initial resistance of your tightness, the way your hole would struggle to take him as if he hadn’t fucked you with his dick and a few fingers before. 

Taking a deep breath, you sink further. A choked whimper escapes from behind your clenched teeth when he slides deeper. His protruding veins drag along your pulsating walls until his balls are flush against your ass. All air is shoved from your body, making room for his dick. 

Ari groans, losing himself in your heat, “There’s my good girl. Daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, yeah? That’s why you’re crying like a little baby?”

“T-Too big, da—ddy.” You gasp, thighs tensing at his sides. Little exhales shake your frame, that drug wasn’t holding back. 

You can’t ride him, not in this state of mind and he knows that. So, he helps you out. His fingers dig into your flesh, moving you back and forth on his cock. The bulbous tip hits your special spot insistently, and your clit grinds against his pubic bone, the dark tufts of hair sending tingles through your body. 

“Look at that fuckin’ mess. Leaking all over me, that little fuckhole must’ve missed me, huh?” His eyes bounce between your face and the stickiness covering his skin, all coming from your weepy core. “Missed me so badly you can’t even think right now. Cockdrunk little bunny.” 

You want to do more, but you don’t know what. 

It’s a good thing Ari knows, he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows that your head is all jumbled right now and nothing makes sense. He also knows that you want to feel his warmth skin-to-skin, the weight of his bare cock against your throbbing walls. 

You don’t know it, but you want it. You’ve always wanted it, and that’s why he’s broken or taken off the condom every other time you’ve had sex. This was no different, besides the hints blood still on his neck and arms, and the missing necklace from your throat. The same one that one of your stupid friends delivered to the frat house, along with a note scribbled in blue ink: ‘don’t contact her ever again.’ 

As if they ever knew what was good for you—as if they could protect you as he has. 

Seeing your collarbones rid of any sign of him, he yanks you down by the back of your head, locking you close with his hand around your throat. “Speak up, dumb bunny. You’ve got a mouth for a reason, tell daddy what you want.”

“But, uh! I-I don’t know!” You lift off of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grind against his cock. Your slick smears to his abs and down to his balls, making a whole damn mess of his lap and the sheets underneath. 

“Put me back in.” 

You shake your head, a burning sensation zips through your system, “C-Can’t—don’t know what’s happening—daddy.” If you weren’t so gone, you’d be embarrassed about the rush of slick pouring from your cunt. 

Ari huffs and easily lifts you off of him. Your body flops onto the mattress, the cool sheets soothing the heat momentarily, but the confusion is still high. 

Why was this happening?

Bryce. It was Bryce. And this could’ve been with Bryce instead. 

While you cry into the pillows, helplessly clenching your thighs, Ari slips off the condom. He crawls behind you, keeping you on your side while slipping his arm under your head and pressing his chest to your sweaty back. His nose nuzzles in the crook of your neck and he delicately lifts your leg, guiding himself to your hole and thrusting forward in one go. 

You moan loudly and convulse, “O-Oh, wait—”

“Hush, sweetie, let daddy take care of you.” 

You go slack when he presses balls deep, his heavy sack flush against your soppy hole as his length throbs within your walls. His skin tingles with desire and pride. It’s been too fucking long since he’s felt your bare skin against his.

“How does it feel? Is this better?”

“Mhm, so much better, daddy.” With a stupidly blissful smile, the heat inside you is finally bearable, you don’t know if it’s the position, or maybe you just missed him so much, but this is better than anything you could’ve dreamt of. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you need to know about, bunny.” He rocks slowly, wet noises filling the room over the muffled bass. 

He fucks you like that. Pounding you on your side, keeping you firmly against him as he tears your little cunt apart. His tip slams into your spot ruthlessly and he groans and grunts into your ear, whispering filthy things you can’t hear over the rush of blood in your head. 

You can hardly breathe with his bicep locked around your throat. Drool drips down your chin as you gasp for air that’s no longer there. Your mind goes blank and sparks dance along the inside of your eyelids, painting a photo of him—your saviour and captor. 

“Should’ve never left me, bunny. Could’ve been fucking you like this every day.” He digs his nails into your leg, messily kissing your jaw and you spasm in his hold. He growls when you tighten, milking him, “Fuck, just like that? I haven’t even touched your little button yet.” 

You missed him so much that having this intimacy again heightens all of your senses. You can feel him so closely, the dull thump of his heart, his skin brushing against yours and his breath fanning across your neck. 

You loved this man with every fiber of your being. 

The gentle ghost of his lips against your cheek shatters you. 

Your juices spurt out as your legs attempt to shut, but he forces you wide open. Fucking your cunt as you squirt, coating him in the most obscene way. You just lie there, helplessly taking whatever he has to offer, and all of your surroundings mash together, blending into one another. 

“I think that’s a new record, bunny.” His voice is muddled. He gives your sensitive pussy a slap, he should’ve done this a long time ago. 

Ari manhandles you like a doll, pulling you to the edge of the bed as his feet land on the floor. Your back collides with the bed and you’re immediately bent in half, with your legs on either side of your head and your arms sprawled over the pillows. His massive frame covers you almost completely and you want nothing more than to drag your hands all over his body, to feel him.

Your dazed eyes never leave him, but he knows you’re barely comprehending anything right now. He’d bet you’d let him fuck your ass without prep. 

He loves when you look at him like that. Like he made the sun, stars and moon, and he could never do anything to hurt you—like you’d never leave him, but you did anyway. 

Rage bubbles in his stomach and he roughly slaps your creamy cunt in quick succession, the sound echoing through the room as you weakly squirt again, this time it’s far less. Electricity burns through your veins, making you cry out and quiver, trying to escape his hard spanks. 

He gets tired of your relentless whining and wiggling and finally lowers himself, inserting his bare length into your ruined, weepy pussy. He watches your hole stretch to accommodate his girth, “Look at us.” 

You take a second too long to do what he wanted, so he forces your head up and that’s when you see it. He loves the look of surprise on your dumb face. 

“A-Ari, what are you—you can’t!” 

“Hush, bunny.” He bats away your hands, “I’m gonna come in you, and you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it.” He lowers himself, his beefy thighs flexing from the measured, steady motion. He wants to see your reaction when he presses deeper, “And you’re gonna tell me how much you love my cum, got it?”

He rises calmly, allowing you to see your eager cunt suck him in and coat every inch of his length in your cream. You don’t know how long he does that, the seconds feel like hours as he imprints every one of his protruding veins into your inner walls. Every time he drops down, the fat head rams into your sweet spot, shoving a choked gasp from your throat. 

You can’t bring yourself to look away, even when he removes his hand. Drool seeps out of the corner of your lips as your gaze locks on his monstrous cock spearing into you at a brutally gentle pace. You shudder when his thighs tense under his hairy skin, lewdly wishing to sink your teeth into the flesh. 

He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, in an almost scary way. Just a fucking mountain of meat and muscle, an impenetrable force that could crush you like nothing. You must look comically and pitifully small and lost under him, bent in half with your face covered in spit and tears. 

The fat tip slips out with an indecent pop, he’s throbbing and hot, covered in your shared arousal. He rubs the head on your clit, dribbling pre-cum all over your sore button. 

Your next words even shock yourself. 

“Back inside—please, daddy.” You can’t do much in this position. You can only watch him leisurely trace his bulbous tip along your drippy petals, circling your hole. “Daddy—stop teasin’...”

“You want me bare, sweetie?” He asks, lazily dragging his balls over your folds. “You have to say it, or else I’m just gonna rub my balls all over your cunt and you’re gonna come like that.” He lifts easily despite being in a squatting position and stays there above you. Taunting you, making you sweat and whine. 

You stare at the string of arousal between your puffy folds and his full sack. “Daddy, I—p-please, want—”

He spits on your cunt and pinches your clit meanly, “You can do better than that. I know you’re dumb, but you know how to speak.” 

“Please fuck me—bare,” You sound utterly broken, “W-Want to feel your big cock in my little pussy, want you to pump me full. Make me your cumslut, please! Get—Get me pregnant, daddy.” 

Ari spits on your core again and lowers, penetrating you in one thrust, and pinning you down with his weight. He forces your flailing hands to hold your legs in place, keeping you wide open for his carnal gaze. The number of times he’s dreamt of having you in a mating press, one would think he was fucking obsessed. And honestly, they wouldn’t be wrong.

Your eyes roll back and you get that exquisitely stupid look on your face. He smirks, “There, was that so fuckin’ hard? Such a dumb little whore begging me to fuck you bare, you remember how you didn’t even let me finish in you with a condom on?” 

Not really, all of the times you’ve had sex, you were too fucked out to notice anything. This time was no different. 

Ari builds speed, harshly pounding down into your hole and fisting the bed sheets. “Now look at you, cockdrunk—fuckin’ ballsdrunk too I bet.” Your mouth drops open in a silent moan and all he can think about is gagging you on his sack. 

Your response is a garbled yes daddy.  

“I fucking knew it.” He drops to one knee and leans over you. His thrusts are harder at this angle and this proximity, he can see every useless thought leave your pretty head. “Little slut, you wanna be daddy’s cumdump, sweetie? You want me to fill you up and toss you aside, treat you like a stupid cumrag?”

You nod helplessly, choking out pathetic uh’s with every thrust. He’s so ruthless too, spitting on your cunt or tits, and easily overpowering your squirming body. His length forces out your juices and it leaks down your ass. 

“Begging me to knock you up, and treat this little cunt like a cumdump. I thought you were supposed to be my good bunny?”

“A-Am, daddy…”

That earns you a glob of spit on your face. “I don’t like liars. Admit it, ya little crybaby. You just want daddy’s cum in your pussy.” He admires the fat tears pouring from your eyes, “If you could see yourself now, going fuckin’ stupid for cum.” 

He’s so deep, his balls slap against your wetness as he rocks into you—stuffing you to the brim. You’ve never felt this full before. Your body begins to ache from this position, but you don’t want him to stop.

Hot streams of euphoria almost knock you unconscious, but Ari’s fingers jamming down your throat make your eyes shoot open. His chest is flushed and the red bleeds onto his face, his dark hair sticks to his sweaty forehead.

“Keep looking at me, baby. Want you to see when I breed this little pussy.” 

Automatically, you suck on his digits and taste yourself. He drops forward, completely covering you and hooking your legs over his shoulders. If possible, his dick hits deeper, and for a moment you confuse his fingers in the back of your throat for the tip of his dick. 

“Are you ever gonna leave daddy again?” He prys your mouth open, messily spitting on your tongue as you gag. “Poor girl fucked stupid already. All dumb on daddy’s dick, and crying like a fuckin’ baby. Not a single thought in that pretty head.” He pulls out your tongue and chuckles when it just hangs out, saliva smearing on the bottom half of your face, joining your pretty tears. 

You’re just a useless little bunny, crying your little heart out on his dick as if you didn’t ask for it and he isn’t doing you a damn favour—without him, you’d be a wet, pitiful mess and probably getting pumped and dumped by some shithead.

Ari would demand you thank him, but he knows you’re too cockdrunk to speak. So, he rails your tight cunt, splitting you open on his girth, claiming his rightful property. He’s determined to fuck a baby into you. 

Your senses go in overdrive when your swollen button is bullied by those same rough fingers. You cry out, trying to shove him away but he only gets meaner and pinches your bundle. You mewl and tremble beneath him, creamy and nearly shattered as he thrusts harder and deeper, hitting that rough patch with cruel precision. 

“I fucking love you, bunny.” He grunts, eyes locked on your leaking juices that only make him more ravenous. His whole cock is covered in you, and he can feel your excessive arousal dripping down his balls. “Love you so much—you’re never gonna get away again. You hear me?” He grabs your face, still torturing your clit with his other hand. “I said do you fucking hear me?”

“Yes, daddy!” You sob brokenly, struggling to keep his devious glare, “I-I won’t, uh! Promise!” 

When you clench tightly, he shudders and falls on top of you, crushing you to the rocking bed. “Fuck, that’s a good bunny.” He groans deeply, licking up your salty tears. “Daddy’s good little bunny, I fuckin’ love how stupid you are.” He bites into your throat, then soothes the spot with his tongue. 

“Luh y-you too, daddy.”

With both of his feet firmly on the floor again, one of his hands grips your shoulder and the other lands above your head, his fingers securing your bunny ears to your head. He can’t look away from your glazed-over eyes, too beautifully ruined, and teary and twinkling. “You leave me again, and I’ll do much worst next time.” 

If you weren’t all over the place, you’d wonder what he did this time.

He pulls you down to meet his thrusts, and you can offer nothing but weepy moans as your walls tighten, choking his dick, and bringing him closer to a blissful end. Your legs flail, the band in your tummy so close to snapping with every brutal pound of his hips. 

“You wanna know something, dumb bunny?” He leans down, spitting on your cheek before smearing it into your skin. The single action has you spiralling. “This isn’t the first time I’ve filled you up.”

You can’t process his confession since your body loses control. Your juices squirt out forcefully and your walls contract, almost trying to push him out but he doesn’t falter and pumps harshly. Your sharp squeal wrecks your throat as you coat him in your orgasm, soaking his cock and balls, all the way down his thick thighs. 

Ari presses your legs into the mattress, lowering his weight onto your convulsing frame. “F-Fuck, that’s it. Milk me, ya little dummy, make a stupid mess all over me. Show me how much you love me.” He hisses, his muscles tensing under his flushed skin. His cock pulses as his balls tighten, then finally, he teeters over. “Oh shit, fucking take my cum. I’m gonna fuckin’ breed this little pussy—” His words break off into a guttural groan that bounces off of the walls. Hot streams of his seed flood your insides, stuffing you full until the white pours out from around his girth.

You fade in and out of consciousness, eventually landing in an in-between. The numbness swallows you up from your limbs, slowly but surely reaching your quaking chest. You don’t know if you’re just breathing unevenly or full-on sobbing, but the wet feeling on your face suggests the latter. 

Ari pants heavily, his warm breath fanning over your cheeks. He cradles your hot, sticky cheek and slips his thumb into your mouth. In this floaty headspace, you suckle on him lightly, feeling immediately grounded. “It’s okay, sweet bunny, go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

A brightness pulls you from that special place of dreams, and your surroundings trickle into your air-filled head.

First, you smell him. That familiar musk floods your nose in the best way, calming you like a lullaby. You could’ve fallen asleep again, but a faint conversation sparks your curiosity, so you flip over, still hugging a pillow and slowly open your eyes. 

At the doorway, two men peer in with their arms crossed. 

You wave sleepily, “G’morning guys…”

“Morning, bunny. You have a good sleep last night?”

“Yeah, I—” you yawn, “—love Ari’s bed. It’s so big and warm… nothing like mine.” 

“That’s a good thing since you’ll be staying here a while.” Curtis gestures to the side of the room currently occupied by a few of your bags and some stuffies. “Ari had us pick up some stuff from your dorm.”

Your heart swells, you missed this so dearly. 

You missed hanging out at their frat house every day, listening to them joke around and say the most vulgar things. Most of all, you missed having zero worries. Ari made everything as easy as possible for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, regardless of what your controlling friends thought. A part of you only wishes you realized that sooner. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly, “Did you two go to the party last night?”

Curtis waves dismissively, “Nah, we stayed in. You know coach and his dumb rules.” 

You pout. “Yeah… Wish you could’ve came though, it was fun.” You try to recall the previous night, but only get glimpses of strobe lights, cute spooky goodies and getting fucked stupid. Your cheeks heat up, “Uhm… from what I remember anyway.” 

“It’s alright, we had our own fun. Right, Buck?”

The brunet nods, almost too enthusiastically. “Most definitely. I look forward to having that much fun again.” 

“I wanna have fun too!” You lazily blink at them, not even noticing your breast peeking out from under the covers. “Can I join next time?”

Bucky chuckles deeply, “I think you’d have to ask your daddy that question, bunny. We have big boy fun, nothing that your little head could handle.” 

You give them your best pout and even clasp your hands under your chin. 

“Nice try, sweetie, but we aren’t big softies like your boyfriend.” Curtis snorts playfully, “speaking of, he made you breakfast.”

On the surface of the bedside table is a full platter of pancakes, fruit and juice. You squirm all giddily, “Ah yay! He is a big softie, right? Just a jumble of all the nicest, sweetest, kindest things!” 

How ironic of you to say that as Ari walks up the stairs, freshly showered with his hair still dripping on his shoulders. “You two are still here?” He asks. 

“We’re just checking up on the little bunny. Making sure she’s not going anywhere.” 

Ari quirks a brow, “As if she could walk after last night.” 

The two of them know all too much about that. After all, Ari had them help clean the bedroom and bring you back home. You were knocked out cold the entire time and snoring. None the wiser to the men stripping the bedroom of all traces of anyone’s presence. 

When they arrived at the frat house, you were clad in Ari’s shirt, bunny ears, and covered in cum, spit and tears. 

They thought you’ve never looked better. 

Bucky tuts, “you know, went through a lot of trouble for that little dummy in your bed. Isn’t just perfect how she doesn’t remember a damn thing?” 

The two other men hum in agreement, studying your sleepy face as you blindly eat the pancakes, humming, swaying and never once opening your eyes. 

“I’d do it again. Wouldn’t you?” Curtis asks. 

Bucky is silent for a few moments, only staring at Ari with that sinister smirk on his lips. “In a heartbeat.” 

“You sound awfully eager…” 

“What can I say? I had fun—and your little bunny wants to join next time too.”

“Absolutely not— ” Ari is cut off by the front door downstairs slamming open. 

Steve’s voice rings out, “I hope everyone’s awake! I just ransacked the farmers market and am in a baking mood, so music will be blasting all day!” 

The three men sigh softly at the obnoxious pop song ratting the house. They glance between the stairs and you, who was still eating your breakfast—except now there were pieces of fruit and syrup on your face, and you’ve reclined on the bed, undoubtedly making a damn mess on Ari’s clean sheets. 

“We’re just surrounded by idiots, huh?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: once again, thank you very much for being patient with me !! i often find myself adding and moving parts while editing, so for me, editing can take a long while and sometimes a whole day. i don't write much of anything 'sneaky dark' if you get what i mean, so i hope you all enjoyed dark ghostface ex bf!ari !! he was fun to write !! I also wrote most of this fic while listening to brown noise, it helped me focus a lot.

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Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 1)

A/N: Since today is the first day of the Rugby World Cup, I thought there was no better day to start this AU!

Summary: After moving across the country to escape one rugby player, you find yourself in bed with another...

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Use of Sex Toys! Oral Sex! MINORS DNI!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 1

The atmosphere in the stadium was buzzing. Even hours before a match, before the fans or even the players turned up, you could feel it. That buzz that made every nerve ending tingle and it only got more intense as the stadium filled up.

You could feel in your bones that today was going to be a good day, the dreariness of winter was beginning to disappear, well as dreary as it could get in LA anyway. The sun was shining and you knew the team were in top form, with multiple players coming back from injury just in time for the lead-up to the playoffs. Every match from this moment on counted, every point counted. There could be no room for mistakes.

You had already ensured your medical bag was fully packed and ready to go, you had multiple brands of tape because rugby players could get picky. You had rendezvoused with the paramedics that would be on site and hopefully not needed. The last thing you needed to do was go to the changing rooms to check if anyone needed strapping up.

You hadn’t even reached the changing rooms and you could hear the raucous team inside. LA was a pretty loud team, not many of them had a quiet pregame ritual, they riled each other up and became almost animalistic ready for the clashing.

But today something sounded different. The tone was different and before you even heard what they were saying you knew it was something they shouldn’t be discussing. When you actually heard what it was they were talking about you froze.

They were talking about you. And not in a nice normal way, talking about how you patched them up or helped them recover from their injuries. No, they were talking about you, about things that only a partner ever should know about. And that was exactly who was doing all the talking.

“Yeah I mean is she the best I’ve had? Fuck no. But if it helps me unwind, yeah I’ll go” Bryce’s voice boomed through the door making you nearly choke.

You had been dating Bryce for a couple of months now. When you joined the LA Lions last season you were excited to work with The Bryce Langley. He was a player with no shortage of fans, you had seen plenty of thirsty collages made in his honour. You had to admit that you also had a serious crush on him, along with many dirty thoughts about him. So when he approached you at the Christmas party and finally started returning your affections you were over the moon and you were seeing stars when he took you back to his place.

You had expected it to just be a one-time thing but to your surprise, he kept coming back. Your rendezvous became a regular occurrence. He asked to keep it secret and on the down low since he needed to focus on the second half of the season, he didn’t need his fan girls turning on him when they found out he was taken he had said. He promised that you would be exclusive so you agreed, you also wanted to delay the inevitable teasing you’d get from the team too.

You listened in as they continued to question him, the details getting more and more specific and at no point did Bryce stop answering them. 

“So you two exclusive?” You heard Brad ask.

“Hell no you can’t keep this guy down!” Bryce laughed and you just knew he was pointing at his dick “fuck I had a blonde just the other day, best lay ever” You let out a scoff of disbelief, all that talk of not seeing anyone else then was bullshit then.

Unable to hear any more you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the medical room. You only got so far though when you bumped into the head coach.

“Any of the guys need strapping up?” He asked you. 

“Oh um I dunno” you mutter scratching the top of your head “forgot some tape so just heading back to grab it” 

The coach nods slapping your shoulder as he passed “Cool, be quick” he states as he walks away.

“Yep” you say clearing your throat when you heard how weak you sounded.

Rushing the rest of the way to the medical room, breathing out a deep sigh of relief when you found it empty. You dumped your bag on the bed before bracing your hands on the edge, your head dropping as you took in a deep and shaky breath.

It was just locker room talk. Literally. It's what guys did. You had to expect it, did you really think Bryce wouldn’t talk about you? Well, you had expected him to talk when the secret was finally out, just not in that detail because it was no one else business. You tried to calm your mind that was screaming that you had been violated. What he said had been over-exaggerated, more false than true. But there was still the truth, and the others wouldn’t know otherwise.

They’d forget soon enough though. They’d be on the pitch thinking and breathing rugby, and then after they’d be getting drunk celebrating or getting drunk to drown their sorrows. It would be old news soon enough, you just had to weather this storm. You could weather this storm. 

Grabbing your bag you stood up straight and held your chin up high. You could do this. You repeated that mantra as you walked back to the changing rooms. The more you repeated your mantra the less convincing you sounded. So when you reached the changing room you took one last steadying breath before pushing inside.

The entire room fell silent as you walked in, the entire team and coaching staff looking over at you. It felt like you had just stepped out onto a stage, the spotlight on you. No, it was worse than that, because it felt like you were naked. Eyes roaming over your body, picturing all the details that Bryce had told them.

The head coach cleared his throat “Brad needs his ankle strapping” he told you before returning to the pre-match speech.

You quickly nodded your head, keeping your gaze on the floor as you walked over to where Brad was sitting in his little cubby. The back-rower filled up the entire cubby his shoulder so broad, he smirked as you crouched down in front of him, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. 

You kept your eyes down as you grabbed the tape he favoured from your bag and began to strap up his ankle. Telling yourself to focus on your job, not what could be running through his head right now.

“Hey,” he whispered getting your attention by nudging your leg with his other boot “What you doing after the game?” He asked once you looked up.

“Nothing, just going home” you answered, looking back down at the job at hand.

“Aw not gonna celebrate with us?” He says his tone disappointed.

“You have to win first” you point up, barely glancing back up at him.

“Don’t you worry about that peach” he smirks tapping you on the tip of your nose “I’ve heard you’re a lot of fun, so c’mon come out with us”

You swallowed as you felt bile rising in your throat, quickly finishing your work packing up your bag and standing up “I’m good thanks” you state before turning on your heel and hurrying away.

“All good?” The coach asked as you walked over.

“Uh… yeah… anyone else needs anything?” You ask shouldering your bag more.

“No we’re good, why don’t you go make sure everything pitch side is sorted?” He suggests glancing over your shoulder.

“Yeah of course, thank you” you mutter, breathing out a sigh of relief at the escape he was giving you.

“No worries, office is always open,” he tells you, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

You whisper another thanks, sniffling hoping the tears that were welling up weren’t too obvious. Not waiting a second more you made your way out of the changing room and away from your personal hell.

Despite the fresh air giving you a bit of reprieve, as soon as the team made their way out to begin warming up that sick feeling was back. Your ears felt hot and you could feel eyes on your back, sure enough whenever you turned around you’d spot a couple of players looking your way. Some had the decency to quickly look away, others would just smirk back at you. Brad even ran his hand through his blond hair and sent you a suggestive wink.

When the match started you found yourself praying that nobody would get injured. Something you normally did because you didn’t want a player to get injured but today you really didn’t want to go onto the pitch to fix them up. You didn’t want to give them any ammunition.

You weren’t that lucky though, cursing under your breath when you saw Bryce get up from a tackle limping. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your bag and ran onto the pitch. Bryce had already back down on the floor wincing.

“What’s up?” You ask when you reach him.

“Just cramp but fuck it hurts like a bitch” he grumbles as he rubs his calf.

“Right,” you state as you grab his injured leg and begin to stretch and massage the muscle.

“Jesus gently” Bryce complains, his head resting against the ground.

“You want the cramp the go or not” you snap back at him.

He frowns up at you “What’s put you in a bad mood?” He huffs.

You scoff shaking your head at him, not even giving him the dignity of a response. Did he not realise how shitty it was to tell the team what he did? Did he not see it as an invasion of privacy?

“That better?” You ask once you felt the leg muscle begin to relax.

“Yeah,” he grumbled as he sat back up.

“Good, drink more water you’re clearly dehydrated” you state chucking a water bottle at him harshly.

“Jesus sort your attitude out will you” he huffs as he stands back up and takes a large gulp of water.

“Fuck you” you whispered harshly as you snatched the bottle back and stormed back off the field.

When you reached the home team pitch side base you caught the head coach watching you with his brow arched. A questioning look on his face.

“He’s fine” you tell him before moving back to your seat busying yourself with your pack.

For the rest of the match, every time you had to go onto the pitch you were subject to wandering eyes or suggestive comments. By the end, even the team’s victory did little to elevate the pain you were feeling.

So you made your way to the head coach’s office tears brimming in your eyes as you walked in “We need to talk” you managed.

Chris took a deep breath, the silence of the stadium deafening as he prepared for the kick. He got himself into that peaceful, laser-focused zone. The rest of the world melted away, all that remained was him, the ball and the posts. The crowd could be screaming and he wouldn’t notice.

All that mattered was that the ball went between the posts. The Boston Bears were currently 2 points down against the Toronto Arrows with just seconds to go in the match. A last-second penalty gave rise to this last chance to get ahead. If Chris scored right now the 3 points would win them the match.

He was faintly aware of the timer going red signalling the end of the 80 minutes. After this kick, the match would be over. After this kick, he would walk off either victorious or kicking himself for missing.

His eyes glanced between the ball and the posts and back again. He found the spot he was aiming for, a man in the stands wearing a red bobble hat, if he aimed there it would go in, inches on either side could mean missing the posts, especially with the harsh angle he was forced to work with.

Taking one last breath he began his run up, his boot connecting with the ball with a resounding thud. It felt good as his boot moved through the ball, sending it flying towards the posts. But Chris didn’t take his eyes off the ball, everyone in the stadium held their breaths. 

Cheers erupted as the ball went through the posts, securing the 3 points. Chris let out a heavy sigh of relief, his shoulders and head dropping as the pressure left his body. His team came racing over to him. He barely had any time to prepare as Jensen, the scum half on the team, launched himself as Chris for a celebratory hug. 

Even though Jensen was much slimmer in build and shorter by a couple of inches, the force at which he jumped on Chris still had him taking a step back.

Chris laughed as he hugged his friend back before turning his attention to the rest of his teammates. The entire crowd was raucously cheering and celebrating, the few visiting fans making a quick exit. Some of his teammates were looking back at the crowd, cheering and celebrating with them.

As Chris turned to join them, Ari appeared by his side the second-row player wrapping his large arm around Chris’ neck putting him in a chokehold and messing up his hair.

“Never doubted you for a second Cap” Ari grinned as they walked over to where the rest of the team was now celebrating with the crowd. 

“Wouldn’t blame you if you did Levs” Chris snorts shaking his head, it didn’t matter if he’d taken a kick like that a hundred times, at the angle it was always going to be a 50/50 chance.

The rest of his teammates congratulated him on winning them the match. Chris responded each time by saying it was a team effort that put the points on the board. He spent the next 5 to 10 minutes walking around the pitch with the team, clapping with the crowds, appreciating their supporters before he was pulled away to give a post-match interview.

“Play nice” the PR manager warned as Chris let out a quiet groan when she pulled him away.

“I do play nice, at least I talk, unlike Axe who just grunts” Chris argues nodding over to Curtis who despite the win still had a frown on his face.

“It’ll be 5 minutes and then you can go celebrate and drink all the beer you want” she says patting him on the shoulder before pushing him towards the press.

Chris forces a smile as he walks over to the press, this was the part of sports he wished didn’t exist. He didn’t want to discuss a match that everyone had just watched with their own eyes, the questions were usually pretty basic and superficial too which he hated. It was the main reason he was so hesitant to become Captain. the responsibility was also a major factor he felt more comfortable with that now in his second season in the position. But the press element that he always had to do would always grate him.

“Chris! That was one nail-biter of a match, what was going through your head as you lined up that kick?” The reporter asks.

“That I better get it between the posts” Chris answers fighting the urge to roll his eyes, at least his answer got a laugh from the reporters.

“The scoreboard was pretty close in that second half, but you managed to clinch that win with that kick,” another reporter says.

Chris waits a moment to hear what the actual question was but only gets an expectant look in response, he lets out a long sigh “Yeah I mean all the guys worked hard to get back in the game, if it wasn’t for them the kick would have meant nothing, can’t take all the credit” he comments.

“Do you feel confident going into the final stretch towards the playoffs?” Another reporter calls out.

“We’re in a good position” Chris nods, he then spots the PR Manager glaring daggers at him so he elaborates “We’ve got areas to improve on and errors to correct but I feel confident that we can go all the way” 

“We’ll all be rooting for you, we’ll let you go celebrate but not before presenting you with the player of the match,” one of the lead reporters says as someone steps forward with the player of the match medal.

Chris nods and smiles as he accepts the medal despite not believing he deserved it. There were many others on the team that were more instrumental in the match than he was. Just because he got the winning kick didn’t mean he deserved it, so much so that as soon as he stepped away he removed it from around his neck.

He made his way back towards the locker rooms where the rest of the team already were. They were all cheering and celebrating when he walked in which help push away the dark press cloud that had settled over him. He walked over to Johnny who was standing on one of the benches slapping the roof as he celebrated.

“Oi Storm!” Chris called out getting Johnny’s attention “Congrats” he says tossing Johnny the player of the match medal.

“Really?” Johnny asks his eyes wide as he caught the medal.

“Yeah you deserve it more than me with that hat trick you scored” Chris nods, it had become some form of tradition for him to give up his medal for another teammate, he knew it meant a lot to them. He’d probably only kept a few and that was when no one on the team would accept it and forced him to keep it.

“Thanks cap” Johnny grins as he loops the medal around his neck and continues celebrating.

Chris chuckled as he sat down in his cubby and pulled out his phone to see the deluge of texts from his friends and family congratulating him for the win. He answered a couple, specifically his parents and siblings before chucking it away so he could change out of his kit and hit the showers. 

He’d just slipped off his boots when Coach Y/L/N walk in alongside a few other of the training staff. Chris sat back ready to hear what he had to say to the team, there was a smile on the coach’s face but Chris knew he wasn’t pleased with the team’s performance out there. 

“Well done team, that was a hard-fought win out there, we got the bonus points thanks to Storm's hat trick” Coach starts nodding over to Johnny who bowed graciously earning a slap on the back of the head from Ari “but the score line should not have been that tight, stupid mistakes were made and too many penalties given away, that needs to stop if you want to get to the playoffs” he continues his voice hard as he scanned the team “we got lucky with that penalty kick, we can’t rely on luck in the playoffs, so enjoy celebrating tonight you deserve it but don’t celebrate too hard I don’t want anyone still suffering with a 2-day hangover on Monday,” he says sending a pointed look certain members of the team who were known wildcards.

“Don’t worry coach, Evans will keep us in check” Ari smirks over at Chris.

“Nah I’m going home,” Chris says with a shake of his head.

“Oh c’mon cap you gotta celebrate with us!” Johnny complains.

“Keep them in check Evans,” Coach Y/L/N says pointing over at him.

Chris lets out a small quiet groan “Sure thing sir” he sighs.

“Good, have fun and I’ll see you all bright and early on Monday” Coach says before heading out of the changing room.

“Right, time to pre-game” Johnny says slapping his hands together before grabbing a cooler and beginning to hand out beers.

Chris accepts the bottle held out to him, he would go out but only for a couple. He trusted the guys not to go too crazy, at least not so crazy that they’d still be hungover come Monday. Popping the lid he took a long swig before grabbing his phone to ask his mom to feed Dodger for him.

Soon enough the whole team were showered and changed, making their way out. They all stopped to take photos and sign shirts for the fans that were still hanging around, even Curtis, maybe the win had put him in a good mood. Once they were done they then made their way to their favoured spot, Ruck Bottom, the only rugby-themed bar in all of Boston. 

It was a little dingy being an underground bar but Chris loved it. It was full of his kind of people and Rugby fans, but they never bothered the team. It was the perfect place to celebrate or commiserate following a match.

The team had set up base at their usual spot in the bar, Chris had stayed with them for a while before moving over to the bar under the pretence he was getting another beer.

“Hey, not in the celebrating mood tonight?” Jensen says slapping Chris on the shoulder as he slides onto the stool beside him.

Chris shakes his head “Not particularly” he says honestly “we-I didn’t play well” 

“Yeah we made some dumb mistakes and this isn’t really my scene either” Jensen admits with a shrug of his shoulders as he looks around the bar “rather just sit at home with a couple of pals and some cold ones”

A smile tugs at Chris’ lips as he looks over at his best friend “Here, here” he says tapping his beer bottle against Jensen’s. 

“But we did deserve the win so celebrate, maybe pick up a hot chick and send her friend my way” Jensen says wiggling his eyebrows.

Chris snorts shaking his head “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks Jensen” 

“No worries, and next time we can just play video games at mine, just no Mario Kart,” Jensen says as he gets back up.

“Scared I’ll beat you again?” Chris asks with a knowing chuckle.

“You promised to never speak of that” Jensen states his tone suddenly serious.

The look he gave Chris just made him laugh even more “Sure, now go on, I’ll be back over in a few” Chris laughs.

The goofy grin Jensen was known for soon returned as he patted Chris on the shoulder before making his way back over to the rest of the team. Not before not so subtly nodding to a group of girls nearby, all of which were eying different members of the team.

Chris just rolled his eyes, Chris knew this game well enough to know those girls were only there for the players. They weren’t real fans of the game and only wanted the bragging rights. While Jensen could talk the talk, Chris knew he wouldn’t handle a one-night thing like that well.

Chris returned to his beer taking a few more sips, planning on ordering one more before heading back over to the team. He had only just finished his drink when someone new slid into the seat next to him.

“Congratulations on the win, can I buy you a drink?” The woman said.

Chris’ eyes shifted over towards her and instantly began studying her. She was different to all the other girls here at the bar. While they were all dressed up for a night out, she looked like she’d been somewhere before and wasn’t planning on coming out. Her white tee and blue jeans, a stark contrast to the dresses and tight skirts everywhere else wore. That being said she was definitely the best-looking girl in the bar, she was stunning now and Chris bet she was devastating when fully done up.

“Thanks,” Chris said as he waved down the bartender “Rugby fan?” 

She nods “Big Rugby fan from a rugby family, guess you could say it was our family business” she says with a shrug of her shoulders “I’m Y/N” you say holding out your hand.

“Chris” Chris smiles shaking your hand “What do you want?” He then asks nodding to the bartender.

“Same as you,” you say nodding to his beer bottle as you move to grab your purse.

“Sure, two more please and put it on my tab” Chris says to the bartender.

You arch a brow “I thought I was buying you a drink” you point out.

“Yeah but my ma would kill me if she found out I didn’t pay for a lady’s drink” Chris argues with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well I guess I owe you then” you say accepting your beer from the bartender.

“Guess so” Chris smirks as he takes a sip of his beer, as he does so he studies you again for a moment and decides to test you to see if you really were a true rugby fan “So how do you think we played tonight?” 

You take another sip before taking a deep breath “Honestly? First half was awful, too many missed tackles it was like you guys had just woken up from a nap, and don’t get me started on the Axe’s yellow card!” You exclaim making Chris chuckle “I know he’s ruthless but he was lucky it wasn’t a red! Right in front of the ref too” 

“Careful he might hear you” Chris playfully warns.

You just shrug “I’ve not lied, he needs to be careful if you wanna get to the playoffs, don’t want him to get a ban” you point out “But the second half was good, you definitely worked hard and clawed it back, Storm’s hat trick was insane and your kick at the end was perfect, I’ve seen lots of fly-halfs crack under pressure and miss a kick like that” you continue.

Chris nods appreciatively, you definitely knew your stuff “So you watch us play often?” He asks taking another sip of your beer.

You shake your head “No, I’ve only just moved from LA, but I caught as many games as I could on ESPN” you explain.

“Wow long way to move, what brought you to rainy New England?” Chris asks.

“A job, it was kinda last minute but definitely the right move even if I am already missing the LA heat,” You tell him.

“What do you do?” Chris asks.

“I’m a medic,” you say as you take another sip of your beer.

“Admirable” Chris nods before leaning in closer “Now I have to ask because I can feel his stare burning holes in my back, but you don’t happen to have a friend for my friend Jensen?” 

You arch a brow before shifting so you could peer over his shoulder to where Jensen was sitting with the rest of the team, not so casually trying to eavesdrop.

“No sorry, my only close friend is back in LA and she’s engaged,” you say with a small shake of your head.

Chris shrugs “Oh well at least I can say I asked” he says taking a sip of his beer.

The two of you continued talking Rugby for a little bit, discussing the other team’s performances in the League. You had a lot of good insights into the LA Lions which Chris found helpful considering they were their main rival for the championship cup. What surprised Chris was that the conversation easily and naturally flowed away from Rugby and onto other topics. His plan of heading back to the team was completely abandoned because he was having so much fun with you. 

“Now,” you say finishing the rest of your beer “I know a pretty cool place where I can get us some free drinks” 

Chris arches a brow “Oh really where?” 

“My place” you smirk making Chris chuckle, that was very smooth “The only downside is non-members can’t stay the night”

That made Chris laugh out loud “How do I become a member?” he asks.

You shake your head “I can’t tell you, you just have to earn it” you tell him. 

Chris gives you a lopsided smile and nods his head “Okay… okay… I like a challenge and I do like the sound of free drinks so sure” he says waving down the bartender to settle his tab. 

You had no clue what you were doing or why you were even doing it. You had been so burnt by a rugby player before, so much so that you fled across the country and now you were taking another back to your place. As you got closer to your apartment the more you began to question it, but every time you looked up at Chris and saw his sweet genuine smile as he talked to you, you remembered how different he was to Bryce.  

You took a deep breath and reassured yourself. Chris wasn’t Bryce. What Bryce did was humiliating but you shouldn't have to change your behaviour. You couldn’t let him get to you, you just had to get back on the horse, or in this case… a different horse. 

“You alright?” Chris then asked pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Hm?” you hum in confusion. 

“You just seemed to zone out for a moment, look if you’ve changed your mind then it's cool,” Chris says stopping and turning to face you holding his hands up “I’ll just walk you back so I know you’re home safe and then I get a cab home”

You felt the feeling of dread completely seep away as you looked back up at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. Yeah, Chris was nothing like Bryce. One, Bryce wouldn't have even noticed you closing in on yourself and two, if he did he wouldn't have cared he would have just ploughed on so he could get his fill. 

“I’m good, just got a little chilly for a moment, but thank you” you smile reassuringly. 

Without a word, Chris shrugged off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders “Better?” 

“Much better thank you, we’re not that far away” you smile tugging Chris’ jacket around you more as you nod up the street in the direction of your apartment building. 

“I’m used to the cold” Chris winks making you chuckle. 

Soon enough you were at your apartment building and unlocking the door. As Chris stepped inside he let out a quiet whistle as he looked around at all the boxes. 

“When you said you’d only just moved, you really have only just moved” he chuckles. 

“Yeah, my dad is stopping around tomorrow to help me unpack” you explain as you walk into the kitchen as grab a bottle of scotch and two tumblers. 

“Hence the no-overnight rule” Chris nods in understanding as you pass him his drink. 

“Yep, can’t risk sleeping in” you chuckle as you take a sip of your scotch “I have unpacked all the essentials though,” you say with a suggestive wink. 

“And by essentials you mean?” Chris smirks taking a step closer to you. 

You take another large sip of your scotch, practically draining the glass “Toiletries, a few kitchen bits, booze… toys” 

“I do like a good toy” Chris smirks, his voice deepening, the blue in his eyes disappearing as his pupils dilated. 

“Not threatened?” you ask arching a brow, toys were always a no-go with Bryce.

“Never” Chris grins as he downs the rest of his glass in one gulp, he then takes your glass from you and sets them both down on a nearby box “Still wanna play?” 

Your heart was beating in your chest, arousal already pooling at your core as you breathed out “Yes”

Chris instantly responded, surging forward, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You instantly melted into the kiss your hands gripping his top to keep you upright. Fuck he was such a good kisser, it was like he had magic lips. You instantly started wondering what those magic lips could do elsewhere. 

Gripping onto his shirt you pulled him backwards towards your bedroom. You bumped into and knocked over boxes as you went but you didn’t care, you just focused on unbuttoning his shirt. Chris had a similar sentiment because he’d already tugged your white tee up and over your head. One large hand cupped your breast over your bra while the other gripped your jaw to keep you exactly where he wanted.

When the back of your knees hit the bed you didn’t have a chance to do anything before Chris hooked one hand behind your knees and swiftly lifted you onto the bed. The bed creaked as you landed and Chris climbed on top of you. You cupped his jaw as his lips met yours for another, more heated and deeper kiss, one that drew moans from you and had your back arching into his touch. Something he took advantage of by unhooking your bra.

Only then did he pull back, a lopsided grin growing on his face as his eyes scanned over your body. Your nerves got the better of you as you shifted to cover up, but before you got the chance to Chris bit his lips and shook his head.

“Fuck you’re so hot” he groaned.

You let out a small huff, shaking your head at the compliment. Chris responded by gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re so fucking hot” he repeated as he leaned back down to press a kiss to your neck “So. unbelievably. fucking. hot”

All the nerves you had disappeared as he continued to kiss and worship your body. He left no stone unturned as he worked his way down, learning how to play your body and make it sing. 

When he reached the waistband of your jeans he looked up at you, his eyebrow arched in a silent question. You knew your answer immediately, if he didn’t get your jeans off and start doing something down there you were going to explode. 

“Yes, fuck yes” you moaned, bucking your hips into his touch.

Chris chuckled and gave you a wolfish grin as he unbuttoned your jeans and began to pull them and your underwear down. He hooked a hand behind your knee, parting your legs and letting out a low groan when he caught sight of your arousal. You were pretty sure he murmured another ‘fucking beautiful’ but all logical thought disappeared when he pressed a kiss to your core. 

You were already seeing stars in your eyes and you hadn’t even hit your peak yet, you were starting to think you might not even survive a Chris-induced orgasm. Had you even had sex before Chris? Because if this was sex then everything else you’d be doing was wrong, everyone else had been wrong. 

“Shit- fuck- don’t stop right there” you moaned your thighs clenching around his head, his beard burning the inside of your thighs. 

Chris listened to your pleading, something Bryce never did, and didn’t change a thing, not even the tempo. Whenever you told Bryce you were close he just got more intense which never helped, you were lucky if you got off. All thoughts of Bryce disappeared as something snapped within you and you were hit with an earth-shattering orgasm.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lost in the post-orgasm bliss but when your vision cleared you could see Chris sitting back on his heels, a shit-eating grin on his face as he licked his lips.

“Bedside table drawer?” He asked.

“Good guess” you wink biting your lip in anticipation.

Chris grins leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste your own arousal on his lips. As he kissed you, you heard him reach out to your bedside drawer, first pulling out a condom and leaving it on the side before grabbing your rabbit vibrator. 

Your breath hitches when you heard him turn it on and press it against your core. Your hips buck into his touch as he ran it up and down your core coating it with your arousal.

“Stop messing around and get to it” you groan trying to shift closer and get the friction you needed.

This time Chris didn’t listen to your pleas, instead he pulled the vibrator away making you whimper at the loss.

Chris just tuts “Good things to good girls that wait… are you a good girl?” He asks holding the vibrator just close enough for you to feel a whisper of its vibrations.

You couldn’t quite make yourself speak so you just nodded which clearly wasn’t enough for Chris as he moved the vibrator further away “Ah-ah-ah I need those words” he says shaking his head. 

You let out a curse, eyes screwed shut “fuck- yes-yes I am” you finally managed to say. 

“And are you going to continue to be a good girl?” he asks pressing the vibrator against your clit, sending shockwaves up through your body, making your back arch. 

“Yes-yes- yes I promise” you chant hips rolling into his touch as he moves the vibrator down towards your entrance. 

“Good, because trust me sweetheart I wanna get a move on too but gotta warm you up first” he hums as he slowly pushes the vibrator into you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

One hand gripped your hips to keep you in place as he slowly pumped the vibrator into you, you could barely keep your eyes open while his were set firmly at your core, watching the toy disappear into you. 

He bit his lip to hold back a moan “fuck you look so good, can’t wait to watch you take my cock like you take this” he groaned pressing the button on the vibrator to increase the intensity. 

He pumped the vibrator in as far as it would go, the rabbit ears rubbing deliciously against your clit. He then left it there as he moved to get off of the bed “Don’t move, don’t even think about it” he instructs as he stands at the edge of your bed. 

You do as you’re told letting out a small whimper as he pulled his shirt off allowing you to get a good look at all the tattoos you had glimpsed earlier. The large eagle across his peck, the tiger just above his hip bone, along with many other smaller tattoos that you just wanted to explore with your fingers…your tongue…

He smirked to himself as your eyes gazed over his impressive chest, he definitely had the body of a rugby player, you could just see the strength those well-defined muscled held. Your attention shifted as he then began to undress his lower half until only his boxers remained. 

You let out a groan when you saw the large tent, fuck he looked big already, just the idea of him had your walls clenching around the vibrator and your head dropping back against the pillow as a moan escaped your lips. 

When you felt him climb back onto the bed you hoped he would deem you ready but instead, he cupped your jaw and kissed you deeply. A kiss that had you wrapping one arm around his shoulders to keep him there and one leg hooking over his hip, the change of angle making you moan into the kiss.

You felt Chris smirk as his lips moved from yours, making their way down your jawline and neck. Periodically nipping at your skin only to soothe it with a wet kiss. Your breathing was growing erratic as he reached your chest, he timed it so that just as his lips found your sensitive peak and sucked, he turned the vibrator up another setting making your back arch as you cursed out a moan. 

You didn’t get a second of reprieve as his hand then joined your chest to play with your other breath, the calluses on his fingers making you whimper as he tugged and played with your sensitive peak. You could feel his electric touch all over your body, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. This man who you’d only just met was playing you like a violin he’d been playing his whole life. 

“Please- please- ch-Chris I’m- I’m close I-I- just” you gasp as your shift beneath him your body unable to decide what direction it wanted to go in. 

He pauses for a second, glancing up at your as he presses a kiss in the valley of your breast “Since you asked so nicely” he murmured, reaching down once more between your bodies to turn your vibrator up to its highest setting. 

Stars exploded in your eyes as your second earth-shattering orgasm rocks through your body. You thought the first one was intense but this was on a whole other level and you just knew it was only going to get better. Your body went completely limp to the point that you didn’t even feel Chris pull the vibrator from you. 

“You’re looking pretty spent” he hums as he presses a soft kiss to your lips “wanna call it a night?”

Those words alone were enough to snap you out of the post-orgasm bliss “Don’t you fucking dare go” you warned, tone dangerous. There was no way you were going to let him leave after that, even if finally having him and a third orgasm could kill you, you were willing to take that chance.

A wide smirk grows on Chris’ lips “You don’t have to tell me twice” he says reaching over to grab the condom he’d set aside earlier. 

You watched with hooded eyes as he finally removed his boxers and allow you to get a glimpse of him. Your jaw drops when you see his sheer size, your gaze transfixed as he rolls on the condom. He wasn’t kidding when he said you needed to warm up, you thought that was just his ego talking but no he was actually being pretty humble because you didn’t think he could actually fit.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow” he smirks as he finishes putting on the condom. 

Had you actually been speaking this entire time, or did he just read your mind? His lips twitching upwards had you thinking it was the former. You bit your lower lip in anticipation as he moved to rest between your legs. Your breath hitched when you felt him brush against your core. All of a sudden every hesitation you had was gone and replaced with a dire need to just have him. 

He slowly dipped his head to capture your lips in a tender kiss as he lined himself up and slowly began to press into you. You winced slightly when you felt a twinge of pain but before you even had a chance to register it the feeling turned into pleasure. 

“Fuck you feel so good I’m not gonna last long” he groans sweat collecting across his brows which were furrowed in concentration, his words made you clench around him “Especially if you do that” he adds.

Your chest heaved as you also tried to hold yourself back, he hadn’t even begun to move and you were close, “sorry” you muttered. 

“Don’t apologise” he chuckled “Just don’t get your hopes up” he smirks with a playful shrug of his shoulders.

“My expectations have already been exceeded’ you say honestly, unable to stop yourself. 

Chris chuckles again leaning down to capture your lips once more “Thanks, my ego needed that” he smirks “You ready?”

His question brought you back to the moment and you realised how desperate you were for him “fuck yeah” you mutter hooking your leg around his hip to get encourage him. 

“Say no more sweetheart” Chris grins as he kisses you deeply and begins to move. 

He starts off slow like he promised but it wasn’t long until you were begging him for more. When you suggested this you had fully intended it to be a one-time thing so it was easier not to catch feelings, but Chris was like a first hit of a drug that you were already addicted to. 

“Fuck- please tell me you’re close” Chris groans his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

You wanted to say yes but you just couldn't find the words to utter a syllable. Instead, you settled for a vigorous nod of the head which Chris instantly got. His hand moved between your bodies until he found your clit. All it took was a few expert rubs for you to completely come apart, and your body ascended to another dimension. 

Your entire body spasmed and your walls clenched around him, pushing him over the edge right after you, pulling every last drop from him. His chest was heaving as he gently pulled out of you and removed the condom. You were vaguely aware of him disposing of it before returning to your side. 

“I know you said there was no staying over but you’re not gonna kick me out straight away right?” he asks gently brushing some hair from your face, his head resting in his other hand as he lay on his side. 

You smile softly as you look over at him, taking a moment to admire his body once more “No I don’t have the energy just yet” you smirk. 

Chris laughs leaning over to kiss you softly “Good and I promise I won’t overstay my welcome, I’m not interested in a run-in with your dad,” he says making you snort with laughter.

“Smart call” you nod smiling back at him. 

For the next twenty or so minutes you and Chris continued to talk as you recovered from your highs. The conversation flowed just like it did back at the bar like there was no break at all. 

Once you had both fully recovered you threw on his shirt as he got re-dressed “You know I’m gonna need that” he says nodding over to you as he buckles his belt. 

“You have a jacket” you point out not willing to give the shirt back just yet. 

“Yes, but I don’t think my coach will be happy if a picture of me surfaces walking home shirtless” he points out walking over to you “You do look sexy in it though” he murmurs as he pulls it open exposing you to the breeze.

“Let me keep it then” you smirk taking a step closer to you. 

Chris hums as he cups your jaw and tilts your head back to capture your lips with his. You instantly melt into the kiss to the point that you didn’t even notice him pushing the skirt off your shoulders. 

“Gotcha” he smirks stepping back and pulling his shirt back on. 

“Well played Evans” you chuckle stepping away to grab an oversized hoodie from a nearby box and throwing it on. 

“It's why I’m the playmaker sweetheart and I have one last play to make” he smirks with a confident grin. 

“Oh really what is it?” you ask arching a brow as he walks back over to you. 

“To get you’re number” he says holding out his phone to you. 

You couldn't help but laugh and nod your head as you took his phone “Not as smooth as your other moves but I appreciate it” you chuckle as you typed your number into his phone and pass it back. 

“You don’t want mine?” he asks arching a brow at you. 

You shrug “I’ll get it when you decide to text” you smirk. 

Chris lets out a huff of a laugh “Alright, well I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll let you get some rest because you have a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow” he says glancing around at all the boxes as you walk him back to your front door. 

“Urgh don’t remind me” you groan already dreading it. 

“Just gotta have a reward for when you’re done, something to motivate you” Chris suggests. 

“Yeah, you better text tomorrow then” you wink making him laugh. 

“I will, talk to you tomorrow, goodnight Y/N” Chris smiles softly as he leans down to kiss you. 

“Talk to you tomorrow, night Chris, get home safe” you say making his smile widen slightly. 

He presses another languid kiss to your lips before slipping out and heading home. As soon as you shut your door you turned around and looked around at your apartment which suddenly felt very empty. 

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His sunflower

Pairing: Stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - This following fic contains: explicit smut, stepcest, dom/sub dynamic, angst, fluff, possessive!Bryce, jealousy, Hayden (Harvard hottie) makes an appearance, brief Hayden x reader, penetrative/unprotected sex, heartbreak, degradation, pet names (baby, sunny, sunflower).

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

It’s been one year since your mother married Mr. Langley, Bryce & Maya’s father and you became a part of the family. It’s also been 7 months since you first did the most disgraceful thing, which was to hook up with Bryce, your stepbrother.

Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.

Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.

He would always seek you, and a few times you would seek him for some relief. College had been piling up work, and you were having a hard time keeping up with the amount of stress you easily built. It didn’t help that Bryce was so experienced at sex, and so you invited him in every time he approached you for a session.

The only thing that would leave you with the feeling of regret was when you remembered what you are for each other. In front of your parents, Bryce acted like the perfect stepbrother, - a guardian, promising your mother to protect you.

“Don’t worry, Mrs L/N. I’ll look after your daughter like she’s my own flesh and blood.” Bryce had once promised her. What your mother didn’t - and still doesn’t know was how he went beyond offering protection, and was practically the danger itself, - a very lustful danger.

Bryce used you like a piece of meat after he had learned just how kinky you really are. He took it to his advantage of using your holes, having you blow him whenever he asked and fuck you stupid, knowing you loved it as much as he did.

He would wake you up at 4 AM, just so he could have a taste of you before your parents woke up for their morning business. Sometimes when you were in the barn, Bryce would ‘coincidentally’ be there too to feed the horses hay, and when the time was right, he would take you in an empty enclosure and empty his load on you. He didn’t leave you unsatisfied once.

It led you to present day, and like any other ordinary day, you studied in your room for an upcoming exam. What wasn’t as ordinary was how you were actually in a good mood while doing your exercises, as something different had entered your life, - something good.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and you knew based on the pattern of which they knocked that it could only be one person.

“Hey, sunny…” Bryce greeted you as he entered your room quietly. You looked up from your book and gave him a smile of acknowledgment. “Maya’s out of the house and my dad took your mother out for dinner tonight. It’s just us…and you know what that means…” he said, his voice low and loaded with the intention of seducing you.

You groaned as you rested your head on the pillow. “I’m studying, and I’m actually focused. Use your hand or something if you’re horny.”

“My fleshlight ain’t doing the job. It’s gotta be you, sunny. Suck my dick for tonight.” He requested as he crawled onto your bed, wanting to get close to you. He climbed on top of your body, your eyes leaving the page you were on as you saw the man was now hovering above you while giving your sides strokes. You started to giggle when he started to lightly tickle you, and you pushed his arm away.

“Bryce, stop iiiit!” You humorously pleaded in the midst of your laughter.

“C’mon, give me something, sunflower…” he whispered huskily as he tickled your lower waist, making you laugh even more. He took your vulnerability to his advantage and flipped you over with your back now facing him, and he rested himself on top. “Mmmh, sunny…” Bryce moaned against your skin as he subtly began to hump against you, grinding his crotch against your ass.

“Bryce, stop being such a horndog.” You adjured as you were loosing focus of your studying. Bryce had it easy to make you hot and bothered, but just this once you were trying to maintain control.

“I can’t help myself, not when you’re laying in bed like this. You’re practically inviting me in..”

“Bryce, we can’t…” you whined, as you wriggled out of his touch. “We need to stop seeing each other. This isn’t right…”

Bryce grumbled as he got off and laid beside you instead. “Why do you say that?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting him to be aware of the elephant in the room. “Isn’t that obvious? You’re my stepbrother.”

“So? Who gives a fuck? It’s not like we’re related. Nobody would care if they knew we fuck to blow off steam.” Bryce claimed, stating it as factual, but you weren’t so sure about that.

“Yes, they totally would. It would be an absolute scandal.” You said, already feeling nervous as you imagined the possible reactions if anyone were to find out. Your mother would kill Bryce. “Anyway, I’m going on a date tomorrow and I would like to be a little loyal to the guy, so we will have to drop the sex.”

Bryce’s head snapped up, the lighten candle of his arousal being blown out as soon as he heard what was news to him. “You’re going on a date?”

You grinned at the thought alone, “Yes, I am. Met this guy the other day by the park and he asked if we could see each other again. My love life has been so dry these past years, - I can’t miss this opportunity. He seems so sweet too, I’m so excited.” You chirped the end of your sentence with enthusiasm.

Silence settled once you closed your mouth again, making you wonder what was up with Bryce as you looked to the side where he was laying.

He was pursing his lips, irritation read all over him no matter how much he tried to hide it. Before you could ask him why he was pulling a sour face, he rose up from your bed and let out a disappointed sigh, letting out a mocking laughter right after.

“Fine, whatever. Didn’t take you for a whore but if you want to chase after other dick, that’s none of my business.” Bryce blatantly said with raised arms, as if it would defend his harsh words.

You saw red when Bryce had called you the derogatory word, making you wonder how he had the audacity to say that when he had his name running around as a grade A fuckboy.

“I’m not a whore! You are!” You shouted back for his ears to hear, and he confirmed he had heard from the audible scoff he let out by the other end of your door.

You laid on your stomach again with a huff, continuing reading from where you left off.

The next day…

Your date with Hayden went as perfectly as it could ever go. He had invited you downtown at the popular Italian restaurant, and you ate delicious food while having conversation after conversation, lasting 2 hours after eating your food.

You had to order drinks to make it worthwhile for your stay, and afterwards you walked out to take a nice walk together around town.

“I had fun tonight. What do you say we go to that aquarium you mentioned? I think that would make an awesome second date.” Hayden suggested, earning a smile from you. You were hopeful this was the beginning of a lovely romance.

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love to.” You responded with glee.

Hayden was less crude and in so many ways more romantic than any partner you have previously had. He was attractive and attentive to your care, being a gentleman of opening the door for you and asking for your opinion of how the date should go. He listened to you talk, admitting himself that he could hear your stories for hours without getting bored.

He was perfect for you.

One date would turn into five in the course of 3 weeks, and you were growing expectant of Hayden asking you to be his girlfriend any day now.

In the course of these dates, Bryce grew distant, only interacting with you when the family was getting together. Even Maya had expressed concern over Bryce’s lack of communication, and even though you had a suspicion over the reasoning, you hoped you would naturally get along again like how you did before you started your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.

When you returned home from your 5th date, the house was quiet as your parents had left for a trip which would last a few days, giving you, Maya and Bryce the mansion for yourselves. Maya was at Finn’s for the night, and you knew her well enough that she wouldn’t return until early tomorrow morning. The younger sibling had found someone too, and you were only thrilled on her behalf.

That left you to wonder where the older sibling could be on this Friday afternoon, but your question was about to be answered when you opened the front door. You were met by Bryce in the entrance of the hallway, all dressed up in his nightwear and ready to go to bed. He was looking expectant at you but it was all a facade to hide his jealousy.

“How’d the date go with wonderboy?” Bryce asked with a forced smile. He had nicknamed Hayden that after constantly hearing you telling your mother how wonderful Hayden was, and Bryce didn’t have enough respect for him to be calling him by his actual name.

“It was magical, as always, but I’m not going to tell you any more than that because I’m still mad at you.” You huffed as you passed by him. “I’m still waiting for you to apologize for calling me a whore.”

Bryce laughed, shaking his head as he wasn’t taking you seriously. “You are one, though, - which leaves me to wonder….how do you think he would react if I told him we used to fuck, hm?”

That had made you stop your steps as your stomach dropped at the thought. You turned to glare at him. “Bryce, you wouldn’t dare…”

He shrugged, neither denying nor confirming it.

“I just think it’s rude you know. I stopped sleeping around when I had you. I thought we had something exclusive, and you threw it away like it was nothing.” He said as he stepped towards you.

You looked at him confused. Were you missing something? Why was he talking as if you had been a couple? “What we had could never stay exclusive,…what did you expect of us to be? To continue having a friends with benefits relationship until we grow old? Keep us a dirty little secret until our parents die? I want a boyfriend, Bryce. A family some day too. I’m past wanting to stay single and I don’t want to play any more games.” You said with a cold tone as you were making your way up to your bedroom.

“I’m not playing any games either. I stopped playing around the day we hooked up!” Bryce claimed as he followed you to the second floor.

“I don’t believe you. It’s always been just sex! You only sought me out for that reason.” You reasoned.

“That’s your perception of it, but I grew attached each time we spent together intimately. Do you really think I would initiate full convos with you if I only wanted to get my dick wet? Do you think I give aftercare to anyone I sleep with?” Bryce asked with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows furrowing from genuinely being curious to know if you thought of him like that.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, unsure. “ - I wouldn’t know! You never confessed this to me before I got with Hayden. I’m not going to turn away from him now when things are going so well. I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry, Bryce…we would be too complex anyway..it’s best if we lay whatever feelings we had to rest and find other people….for both of our sakes..” you said, your voice sympathetic as you felt kind of bad for the guy standing in front of you.

A torturing silence filled the hallway, and you were longing for Bryce’s response so you could finally part ways and go to sleep peacefully. He was staring at you, and his eyes met the ground after.

You wanted to find closure, and you hoped with what you had said, Bryce would be convinced to leave your intimate past behind.

Bryce wetted his lips and took a last glance at you, looking up and down your form to take in your prepped up appearance.

“….I like your dress. Sundresses always suit you.” He quietly complimented with a half smile as he walked past you on his way to his own room.

Your mouth was left open, but no words came out. You were stunned.

Ogden was right. Bryce was so unpredictable at times, you thought. That last interaction of the night would leave you pondering throughout your sleep.

The day after, you received a test message from Hayden during one of your classes.

Hayden

Hey, could we meet at the park 03:00 PM? There’s something I’d like to talk about.

You smiled as you typed your reply with excitement.

Y/N (me)

Sure! ♥️ I’ll see you there then.

This must be it, you thought. Hayden’s finally going to ask me to be his girlfriend!

After your classes were finished, you rushed back home and put on your finest summer dress, - one of a flowery pattern.

Maya met you when you passed the living room, and even she noticed the way you had put full effort into your appearance.

“Where are you going looking like that, Y/N?“ Maya asked through a giggle as her eyes scanned your look from head to toe with approval.

You chuckled lightheartedly, “To meet up with Hayden of course. He wrote through text that he had something he wanted to talk about.” You said. You leaned into Maya’s ear and whispered playfully, “I think he’s going to make it official with me.”

Maya gasped, “No way, that’s great! I’m so happy for you, Y/N.” She congratulated and gave you a hug.

“How’s it going with you and Finn by the way? It always seems like you’re in the honey moon phase.” You added your observation with a cheeky wink.

Maya blushed as she nodded, “Oh yes, things are going great between us. I think it’s safe to say I’ll continue staying over at his house considering how we are always together anyway. But of course I don’t want to be away all the time. I still want to be around you guys. I’m especially concerned about Bryce nowadays.” Maya expressed, which made your grin drop as your stepbrother was brought into her talk.

“Oh, why’s that?” You asked, confusion in your tone.

“I don’t know, he’s been so down lately, staying in his room all day and hardly putting sentences when I try to talk to him. I think he’s going through something but he won’t tell me what.”

You felt bad for Bryce after Maya had listed the several recent odd behavior from him, worried you might have broken his heart for leaving the taboo part of your relationship.

Your heart pounded at the thought of Bryce having genuine feelings for you. He had somewhat confirmed it himself when he said he had thought you were exclusive, but he hadn’t outright said it.

Somehow you longed for him to confess with those three simple words, but as the thought became appealing to you, you were reminded of the circumstances. The one of which each of your parent were married together, - ultimately sealing you to be only a family.

Maybe in a different universe we could have been together, but as of here it wouldn’t be right.

“Well, I hope whatever he’s going through resolves one way or another…Bryce always has solutions.” You reasoned, and Maya could only nod, hoping you were right even for this case too.

“I guess,…I’ll see you later then. Wishing you good luck with Hayden.”

“Thank you! Bye Maya!” You said your farewell as you stepped out of the house and walked to the bus stop.

A few bus stops later and you were downtown again, waiting for Hayden to make an appearance at the park any moment now.

“Hey, Y/N..” you heard a voice come from behind you, and you couldn’t contain your eager smile as your eyes met Hayden’s.

“Hayden, hi!”

Hayden smiled as you approached him and took in your look. “Wow, you look gorgeous by the way.” He complimented when you stood in front of him.

“Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself.” You said and chuckled as you looked at his well ironed shirt and denim trousers. “So, you said you wanted to talk about something?”

Hayden nodded as his brows knitted together, almost out of concern. He must be nervous. “Yeah um…..Y/N, I uh…I don’t know how I’m supposed to put this but..” Hayden paused as he tried to find the courage to say what he was holding back. Your eyes didn’t leave Hayden’s as you excitedly waited for his completed saying.

“I…I have found someone else…”

Your eyes widened more than before, and you took a step back in shock, wondering if you had heard it wrong. “What are you saying?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Hayden apologized as he looked down at his feet with shame. “I…It wasn’t meant to happen but it was by mere coincidence that I met this other girl, and we just kind of clicked and…I hope you know I mean no disrespect to you. I never meant to waste your time, but I can’t help what my heart feels. I’ve developed feelings for her.”

You swallowed a lump down your throat as you blinked a few times due to your eyes beginning to water. You used your hand to wipe the moisture away, and you reluctantly nodded.

“I understand…I um, - I guess I’ll be on my way then.” You rambled something of the sort, turning your back against Hayden as you walked away.

“Y/N, wait…” Hayden stopped you as he jogged over to meet your face again. “We..- we can always stay friends, right? I never lied to you about the things I said. You are an amazing girl and the guy you end up with will be lucky to have you. It’s not because of you that I fell in love with someone else.”

You looked to the side, not wanting to look at the boy who had crushed your heart only a minute ago. “I’ll consider it. For now I would prefer keeping our distance, but thanks Hayden.” You replied while you tried your best to keep your facade of a smile, but it wasn’t easy. Hayden picked up on it and returned an apologetic smile as he turned to leave, giving you a final wave goodbye.

As expected, the house had no lights on when you returned. You figured Maya was at Finn’s again, like where she usually was. And Bryce,…well, his whereabouts didn’t come to mind yet.

You were clouded with sadness of what had happened today at the park. The tears hadn’t stopped glossing over your eyeballs, and it made it all the more harder to see what was in front of you as you stormed your way upstairs to your bedroom.

Suddenly you crashed into something, - or rather someone by the corner, and you fell onto the floor. You looked up to see Bryce, clearly startled by the collision.

“Woah, hey there. Got a little too distracted in wonderland, huh?” Bryce teased as he reached out his hand for you to grab. You glared at him and slapped his hand away as you stood up.

“Go to hell…” you muttered out of pure anger as another wave of emotion overtook you, making you break out another sob. Bryce frowned, until he caught on to understand you were crying, your eyes being bloodshot as the evening sun shone on your wet cheeks.

“Y/N? Wait - ”

You didn’t let him get to you as you ran towards your room, but Bryce was quick to follow, catching you by your arms before you could open the door to your bedroom.

“Sunny,…what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked out of worry as he knelt down when your knees gave up. He hugged you tightly, his arms secured around your back as you cried on his shoulder. In Bryce’s mind, several scenarios came to mind of what could have upset you this much. Some were so dark, - it made him sick to his stomach. “Please, tell me what happened…look at me. I need to know, sunflower. What did he do to you?”

“H-He found someone else…” you sobbed out as you buried your face into his chest, hiding your tearful face from the world. “He didn’t love me after all…”

While Bryce was relieved it wasn’t something else, something considerably worse, he was still upset on your behalf. You could feel his hands clench into fists on your back and his form stiffen when he let out an exhale.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No!” You quickly protested as you held Bryce by his arms. “No, please don’t start a fight with him…he can’t help it. There’s nothing I can do about it…he loves someone else and I can’t change that..”

Bryce shook his head, not buying into what he thought of was excuses. “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t deserve having your heart broken like this...”

You shrugged, not knowing what else there was to say. You simply pushed away from his chest, but you didn’t leave his grip.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to my room, okay?” Bryce offered as he made you stand on your feet again. He wiped your face with the use of his sweater, and to your surprise he carried you to his room.

He carefully placed you on his bed, removing the covers so you could both settle under it and keep warm while in this moment of comfort.

Bryce let you cry out whatever you had left in you as he stroked your bare shoulder, willing to wait for as long as you wanted until you wanted to talk again.

“I-I just want to be loved...” you muttered before you snifled, and it broke Bryce’s heart to hear you say something of that sort.

“You are loved, baby. We as a family love you, and I love you beyond being my stepsister,…you should know that by now….“ Bryce said as he stroked your hair affectionately. “Will you give it a chance? Do you love me too?”

You glanced at him, and it was as if you were going through a war with yourself, feeling conflicted of what feelings you may have. “Maybe,..and that scares me…”

Bryce smiled with adoration. “Of what exactly? There’s nothing to be scared of,…after all, love is love. We are two legal individuals from completely different families. Ain’t nothing wrong with us loving each other…” Bryce reasoned as he put a few hair strands behind your ear. “I’ll show you my love right now, sunny...will you allow me?”

You stared at him, feeling the familiar temptation of lust creeping up as you eyed his red lips. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it almost hurt.

“Yes..” you quietly replied.

Your reply was cue for Bryce to connect his lips with yours, starting his act of affection with gentleness in the kiss.

“Good girl….my pretty sunflower…” He muttered in between kisses, and soon enough they were barely being detached. Bryce hovered above you while you made out, weak moans leaving your lips once in a while as Bryce’s left hand started to roam all around your body.

“Do you know why I call you sunflower?” Bryce asked when you stopped to breathe air, to which you shook your head. He had called you that since the very beginning, and somehow it hadn’t occurred in your mind as to why.

“Because your very existence is so bright and colorful - always turning to where the sun shines. I knew you would be a joy-bringer the moment you stepped into this big house. I knew even better when we fucked in that shed that we were perfect for each other. You made me want to commit, - and I started to share that dream you mentioned to me, - of making a family together some day.”

You let out a shuddered breath due to Bryce’s confession, and you felt you were going dizzy - in a good way - at the thought of having kids with him. Of spending your life with him nonetheless.

His hand squeezed your breast while he sucked on the skin of your throat, creating hickeys for him to marvel at later.

“My pretty girl…you’re too beautiful for me to only claim you as my stepsister. I’m going to claim you in a way that’s beyond friendly love, baby.” He huskily whispered as he managed to pull the sundress and bra down due to its elasticity.

You moaned when he suckled on your nipple, “It’s so wrong…”

He hummed, “Hmm..it’s maybe a little sinful but not wrong, sunny…don’t worry about a thing, we will get through this together, okay? Let your stepbrother take care of everything..”

Bryce hoisted up your sundress and cupped your sex, stroking it through your panties in a slow pace.

He pulled off your underwear and grinned when he got a full view of your dripping cunt. “I’ve missed this pussy…” Bryce muttered to himself as he began stroking your folds, slightly pushing a finger in every now and then to tease your aching hole.

“Bryce…” you moaned his name lewdly, and he chuckled at how desperate he had made you become.

“Baby, be patient…I’ll be balls deep inside this sweet cunt after I’ve had a taste…”

His finger started to pump deeper inside, bringing out your pussy juices for each thrust.

“Oh, my…” You whined and closed your eyes as you took in the feeling of his thick finger invading your channel. You let out breathless pants as he added more pressure, seeping in further the more slick he gathered.

“Sunny, look at me…” Bryce plead, and you fluttered your eyes open to see him lean in closer to your face as if he wanted to say something. “Tell me you love me too, baby…tell me so I know..”

He added a second, and you jolted as you stuttered out, “I-I love you too, Bryce. I love you s-so much…M’sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry if I made you sad, I didn’t mean to. I -“

Your lips was held from speaking as Bryce crashed his lips into yours. You whimpered from the kiss, but easily melted into it.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you…I understand.” He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and put them close to his lips, sucking the sticky nectar off his fingers as he hummed, savoring the taste. “Fucking delicious…love your sweet pussy juice.”

Bryce stood on his knees, not leaving the bed as he unbuckled in front of you, his pants already showcasing the huge bulge and moisture of something leaking behind his boxers.

He dragged his pants and boxers down at once, revealing his fully erected cock, the tip of angry red as it pointed at you, leaking with pre-cum. You instinctively licked your lips, wanting to have a taste of him but you knew Bryce was past oral sex and was eager to skip to the main course.

He rested beside you again, and ordered you to raise your leg over his waist. You did as he commanded, and he positioned his cock on your cunt, lightly slapping your clit with his length which earned him a strained whine from you. He breathed into your ear, nibbling at your lobe before he pushed in.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Bryce asked through a growl. “Did you let him fuck my pussy?” The tip of his cock was the only part he was thrusting in, and it was making you crazy.

“N-No!” You denied right away through a cry. “I swear we didn’t! It’s just yours, Bryce!..”

Bryce chuckled darkly as he angled his cock and rammed himself in. “That’s right, baby. Only I can fuck this cunt, - it’s mine. Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, feels too good..”

“Aaah, so big! Y-You’re so-!” Your sentence was interrupted as Bryce shoved a finger down your mouth, making you suck on it as he continued fucking you in a fast rhythm, making your head go blank from the sensation.

“Thas’ it…keep suckin’ it…such a good girl. Fuck, does it feel great to have a slutty stepsister at my disposal. My cute slutty stepsister…all prettied up in a sundress, looking all innocent when we both know you’re a whore, - so needy for your stepbrother’s cock…” Bryce degradingly spoke about you as if you weren’t beside him, knowing full well you enjoyed his harsh words with the way your pussy clamped around him.

“Y-Yes, I’m a whore for your cock! ..Aaaah, - I’m a whore for my stepbrother!…” You loudly moaned out your confession. He had his usual amused smirk which would normally make you want to slap him, but of course you would let him get away with anything when he was fucking you this good.

“Fucking shit, I’m going to cum….and I’m not pulling out. I’m going to plant my seed inside of you, sunny…you can’t be my sunflower without my seed.” He joked, briefly chuckling before it was replaced by his moans and grunts again.

The thought gave you another level of arousal, a need to have him fulfill what he had just proposed to do. “Cum inside of me, Bryce!” You whimpered as he pumped into you faster, his balls hitting your clit, giving you another shock of stimulation. “Ah! ~ I want you to fill me up!..n-need you to breed me!..”

“I know you do…gonna stuff you full of my spunk…every single drop inside your womb.”

He jackhammered into you with such intensity, it was overloading you with how close you were to cum. Bryce clenched his jaw as he felt you tighten, and he felt he was on the edge of orgasm too.

“Milk me, - Ooh holy shit! Take your stepbrother’s cum. Theeere you go, - good girl. Fuck!..” Bryce moaned as his thrusts became static. He let out a series of breathless pants as he stilled, pumping his load inside of you while your cunt clenched around him while you rode your orgasm.

“W-Warm…” you whimpered when you felt Bryce’s spend coat your insides, feeling some of it drip out from where you are first connected.

He pulled out and made no effort to stop his cum from oozing out of your cunt and onto his bedsheets. He was more willing to put his bedsheets in the washing machine than move.

He kissed the back of your head and loosened his hold on you. “Do you feel good, sunny? Did I fuck all the bad feelings out of you?”

“Mhm..” you hummed positively as you reached for his face and shared a loving kiss before you settled in a more comfortable position. “So…how is this going to work? Do we tell them or wait?” You asked as you began to wonder what was the next step.

“We can begin with telling Maya….she would accept us easily. As for your mom and my dad? Haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Maybe it’s best if we keep it from them for a while. I need to charm your mom more often if I don’t want her to kill me.” Bryce laughed, and you couldn’t help but snort.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s for the best…” you said above a whisper as you stared up at the ceiling.

Bryce couldn’t keep his eyes off you though, and held your chin to look at him again. “Hey….I love you, my sunflower. We’ll be just fine.”

You blushed, realization hitting you of how well spoken Bryce was with his words, and your heart thudded harder than they ever had with Hayden.

“I know,…I love you too, Bryce.”

He was perfect for you.

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

[georgiapeach30513]

DO YOU KNOW ANY BRYCE OS OR STORIES? 😭

I have a couple, but I know a lot of people don’t enjoy writing about Bryce because he’s a little asshole. Why do I feel like @the-iceni-bitch has some Bryce stories. WARNING! You must like dark stories to read Natalie’s fics. Her stories are deliciously dark, but read ALL warnings! Do not go bitching to her about how they’re dark. She explicitly puts warnings for a reason!

Anybody else?? Bryce really is a bastard 😂

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Lmao, perhaps 💀💀 Personally, for unrelated oral fixation reasons, I constantly have gum on me. If not, I will chew the inside of my lip and cheek to shreds, lol.

Me as I am LITERALLY doing the same while reading your reply lkjhgfdda

yep yep yep!!! I love that post with all my heart!!

nowadays i'm looking into older cevans characters and Bryce Langley is 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️ he's so unhinged and yet so pretty

I love ao3 but ao3 is currently not serving me the Bryce content I NEED ,_, really having a moment of dang if I want it do I need to write it on my own??? can't the words just appear on paper from my brain???

kinda related but not really related but kinda related; how does one get into writing smut?

I've read a lot of smut, and I have thoughts about the plot and stuff if I were to write it, but whenever I try I just feel like I'm being too... Cringe? I just can't get myself to write it like how it's happening in my mind, and I'm constantly thinking of the "He would not fucking say that. No one would say that. Do you know how real people talk?" post. :P

Hope you have an awesome day!! 🤍

— 🔪 anon

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Lmao, I love that for us 💀💀

Pumpkin Spice Chris Evans--Byrce. Yes! It's the perfect time for his pretty, tiny, young era, lmao.

Ohh, yeah, I can't imagine there's a ton of written stuff out there for him, though. I barely see gif sets and such of him, so that would track 👀

I would certainly say go for it, though! If you want that content, be the content!

Fuck 👏🏻 yes 👏🏻

As far as how to get into writing smut...

I would say just do it!! It's scary, it really is, but you can do it! There's some amount of learning curve to it, as there is with any skill--writing included--but the only way to figure out where you are on the learning curve is to do it. If you hate it so much, you don't have to publish it anywhere. No one has to see it. That's the beauty. It's for you first and foremost.

I started writing smut after an ex-girlfriend (girlfriend at the time, lol) introduced me to the world of fandom and then to fanfiction. (The longer story is basically that I wrote her some erotic poetry about the sex we had been having for part of her birthday gift, and she was like, this is good. Really good. Are you aware that people Do This? Publicly? For others to enjoy? I was not aware, lmao.) I didn't get into it right, right away, I did a ton of reading of fanfiction and smut first, but eventually, I just started to do it. I honestly don't remember why exactly I started other than I've always loved writing, and I started to become obsessed with Marvel more and more, thanks to being in a fandom, so... why not write for fandom? At the time, I had no idea what I was doing, and looking back, compared to the shit that I write now, you can tell 😅 but that's okay! It's okay if I think the stuff I wrote at first is shit and find embarrassment in those stories now. You know why? Because it means I'm better at it now. I had to start somewhere to get somewhere. Also, hey, there are people out there who've read those first fanfictions I wrote and who appreciate that work exactly for what it is. Many times, I have considered going back and orphaning early works of mine or re-writing/re-editing them. But I haven't. Partly (truthfully) because that takes a lot of time (especially re-working early fanfics), but mostly because I have learned to appreciate in other writers, whether they create fanfiction or otherwise, seeing them evolve. Their voice may mature or become "better" or more developed, but I can read their voice in their words throughout, and I think that's beautiful. I would love to see that in my works eventually. I would love to be that for someone else.

What has made my writing better has not only been continuing to learn how to better communicate what I want to convey to readers through my words but also how to ebolish those cringe barriers. What do I want to write? Filthy, nasty shit [affectionate]. Okay, well, pull no punches. Put in the obscene details. Paint a picture that would make a prude squirm in their seat and have to close their browser. I, like most people in the US, grew up with some amount of puritanical views on sex and sexuality. I am still unlearning those. I feel I had a head start, being kinky because I have to accept those parts of my own sexuality. When I first began writing smut, there were many more unconscious filters. Those filters, I found in my own writing, to be the most cringy. That and bad grammar. But, hey, English is fucked. Write how you wanna write. People don't speak with perfect grammer. Language is a sandbox, play.

[girlfriendofwinchesters]

Girls don't want boyfriends, girls want fanfic's with these two together

same energy and daddy vibes!

[et-lesailes]

001. trust fund twins // ransom drysdale x reader x bryce langley // patreon exclusive mini series !

[ chapter 1 sneak peek ]

“Yeah. This would be it.” He takes out his phone and plays the video he recorded, holding it up in front of you. Your eyes immediately widen, your cheeks turning bright red as you watch the back view of Ransom fucking you on the kitchen counter, your face visibly in sight. “B-Bryce! Oh my God, what the fuck!!” You stand and try grabbing it but he pulls it back, smirking at you mischievously. “Nuh uh uh. Besides, even if you do delete it, I’ve got copies in several places.” He tucks the phone back in his pocket, clucking his tongue playfully as he shakes his head. “Really, Y/N? Ransom? Is this all because I wasn’t giving you enough attention since I was too busy with Coco?”

“No! God, Bryce, ew!” you exclaim, shooting him a dirty look, though you’re anxious at the same time. “Why… why did you take that video? What are you going to do with it?” He suddenly looks more serious, leaning down as he gazes into your eyes with his own slightly darker. “Nothing, if you do exactly what I want you to do.” He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, eliciting a squeal from your lips while he runs his hand up to hold your face. “What’s he got that I don’t, Y/N? I thought you weren’t interested in either of us, and I could be alright with that. But you pick him over me? What the hell’s so wrong with me, huh?”

You bite on your lip, inwardly taking a deep breath. Freaking out and struggling is only going to rile him up even more. You know Bryce, he thrives off making women squirm. “Nothing.” You whisper, trying to seem as composed as possible. “It just-- we got drunk, and it happened. It has nothing to do with one of you being better or worse than the other.” He squeezes your waist as he keeps his eyes locked on yours, raising a brow. “Then you should have no problem with having sex with me, either. Don’t you think?” he murmurs, his blues now drifting down to your lips. You can feel your heart racing faster. “Bryce, I didn’t even-- I don’t want sex with Ransom to be a regular thing. It’s going to stop, and we can all just forget about this. Okay? Can you please delete that video?”

He studies you for a few moments before slowly smirking, leaning in so close that his lips are practically brushing against yours. “Sure. After this, anyways.” With that, he kisses you roughly, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

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[onsunnyside]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

There’s no going back now. Welcome to my stepcest verse. Here you’ll find all of my series, fics, blurbs/drabbles and wip tags for: stepdad, stepdad’s best friend, stepbrother(s), etc., and all thots, including single pairings and crossovers.

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?; one shot ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ Curtis has always been your hero, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed. [Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader. Stepcest, somnophilia, corruption/ruined kink]

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: [ faves | others ]

see each tag for asks/drabbles/blurbs.

bad boy stepbro!curtis

boyfriend!curtis and boyfriend’s stepdad!ari

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari 

cam!stepbro!ari

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!steve rogers

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!bryce langley

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

stepdad!bucky

stoner stepbro!ari

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: not tagged as wips.

smut = *

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

[spookiekewchie]

So it's kinktober, and I decided why not write a bunch of filth. This post will be pinned and serve as my masterlist for all things posted for kinktober. As for what you can expect, there will be mini fics, drabbles, and 1-3k fics.

None of my writing is suitable for minors, do not read or interact with my content if you are under the age of 18. Please be mindful of all content warnings listed on each post. Dates, kinks, characters subject to change.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics. Credit for the art featured in the banner goes to hanbutvintage

🥵 - smut 🖤 - dark fic 💘 - fluff 😂 - humor 🌪️ - angst

10/1 - predator/prey w/ alpha!soldat 🥵🖤

10/2 - cum marking w/ frank castle 🥵

10/3 - femdom/praise kink w/ juice ortiz 🥵

10/4 - impact play/crying w/ steve rogers 🥵🌪️

10/5 - cuckolding w/ ransom drysdale 🥵🖤

10/6 - massage/accidental stim w/ lance tucker 🥵

10/7 - masks/gags/CNC w/ ez reyes 🥵

10/8 - facesitting w/ carter baizen 🥵

10/9 - somnophilia/cunnilingus w/ venom 🥵

10/10 - biting/marking w/ eddie brock 🥵

10/11 - cumswapping w/ steve & bucky 🥵

10/12 - choking/boot riding w/ billy russo 🥵

10/13 - hatefucking/slapping w/ chibs telford 🥵🌪️

10/14 - forced masturbation w/ jax teller 🥵

10/15 - voyeurism/exhibitionism/sex work w/ destroyer!chris 🥵

10/16 - lingerie/lap dancing w/miguel galindo 🥵 implied

10/17 - overstimulation/daddy kink w/ sam wilson 🥵

10/18 - anal/sensory deprivation w/robert pronge 🥵🖤

10/19 - begging/dumbification w/ curtis everett 🥵

10/20 - auralism w/ jake jensen 😂

10/21 - drug use/high sex w/syd (london) 🥵🖤

10/22 - fucking machine w/ natasha romanoff 🥵

10/23 - pet play/degradation w/ hela odinsdottir 🥵🖤

10/24 - electroplay w/ thor odinson 🥵

10/25 - bondage w/ loki odinson 🥵

10/26 - orgy w/ sif & the warrior's three 🥵🖤

10/27 - object insertion w/ sylvie laufeydottir 🥵

10/28 - recording/humiliation w/ bryce langley 🥵🖤

10/29 - gun play/thigh riding w/ lee bodecker 🥵🖤

10/30 - edging/orgasm denial w/ matt murdock 🥵

10/31 - religion/roleplay/breeding w/ demon!andy barber🥵🖤

[royalsweetteaa]

Title: Perfect like that

Pairing: Bryce Langley x gf!reader

WARNING - The following fic contains: explicit smut, unprotected sex, sexual tension/dirty talk, oral sex (F receiving), sexual touches, body insecurity, insecure!reader, comfort, fluff, cuddle/kisses/touches.

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

It was like any other Saturday evening where you and your boyfriend would relax on the couch, binge watch interesting TV shows while having the villa for yourselves as Bryce’s parents were out on events.

You were curled up together, laying relaxed on the big couch and Bryce had been particularly touchy with his hands, squeezing and grabbing non-sexually on wherever your tits and cunt wasn’t. It was like he was just doing it out of curiosity with his head empty, but his observing mind had quickly turned back on when he noticed the soft flesh he just grabbed had disappeared bellow your breasts. He thought he had imagined it at first, so when he didn’t touch there for a good minute and reached for that part again, he had caught your stomach being sucked in.

“Stop that…” Bryce groaned, almost with annoyance, and when he caught your frown in confusion, he continued, “You keep sucking in your stomach whenever I touch you there. You don’t have to do that. Not ever and especially not around me…”

“I’m sorry?” You half apologized, “It’s just something I do automatically….”

“I have noticed.” Bryce mumbled, out of disappointment but it wasn’t aimed at you. He had indeed noticed from previous times whenever he would wrap his arms around you, his hands landing on your stomach which would have you retract your belly through an inhale. The only time you didn’t do that was during sex, when it was too hard for you to suck it in. Bryce showed no mercy in bed, the way you like it anyway, - but that was why you could never avoid exhaling heavily and letting yourself loosen up.

“Why do you feel the need to do that? Does your stomach make you feel bad about yourself in any way?” Bryce asked, sounding concerned. “Because I can fucking assure you right now that there is nothing wrong with having a stomach. It keeps your organs safe, baby. A little fat hurts nobody either.”

You sigh, knowing already this would be a longer topic but you supposed it was perhaps good to express yourself to him about this insecurity of yours. “It’s not like it’s on my mind all the time but…yeah, I suppose you could say I don’t like having the extra fat. Back in high school it was a big topic. It didn’t help that the girls were the ones talking about it all the time, - always bringing a measure every week to check if their waists have expanded or not.”

Bryce scoffed, finding what he was hearing to be absolutely outrageous. “Psh, see I knew it’s the girls who be making other girls insecure. It’s such a silly thing. ‘Ve never heard of a guy criticizing a girl for having a stomach.”

Oh, if only you knew, you thought, rolling your eyes at his wrongly judged statement. “Well, ironically it was the boys in my class who directly called me and other girls ‘fatsies’. That was when I first started sucking in my stomach.”

You felt Bryce’s grip tightened around you, the moment you mentioned there were what you could consider as male bullies harassing you back in the day. “You mean to tell me guys are responsible behind this exact tendency? Give me their names right now, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind and make them disappear.”

You giggled as you shook your head, the bad memories had already left your mind as you found his response somewhat humorous. “That’s not necessary. They don’t matter to me. The only man’s opinion I’ll listen to is yours because you’re a proper man, Bryce.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I am a very proper, intelligent man, so let me be very clear again - this?” Bryce pointed with his eyes as he began stroking your stomach. “This soft, fluffy flesh shouldn’t be a burden. Like I said, all it’s doing is keeping your organs safe. That’s all it is. It’s nothing to feel bad about, whatsoever.” He said, his smile telling honest reassurance to you.

“- And who knows, one day it’ll keep someone else safe too. And even then you’ll look gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, no matter what. You’re just that perfect.” Bryce huskily complimented you as he began to do a circling motion with his hand on your tummy.

You giggled when he pulled in to give your nose a kiss, and he massaged your tummy properly to give you a nice feeling.

Your eyes didn’t leave his putty hands, and you felt yourself become flustered with how affectionate he was treating that one part of your body that you never dared to look at for long in the mirror.

His eyes had darkened when you met his eyes again, and he continued in a more whispering tone; “Plus, when you’re letting loose and I’m still able to see my dick bulging through, - that is always the hottest fucking sight. Strokes my ego in a way like no other.”

“Bryce..” you involuntarily moaned his name as his hand slid down from your stomach, and he cupped your crotch. Your neck was then attacked by his mouthy suckles, making you yelp as you grabbed his shoulders.

His fingers had found its way and he slipped two into your wet cunt right away, knowing he had trained your pussy well to take it. His body was now hovering above you, trapping you under him with one hand working you up as the other unzipped his pants to relieve his hardened cock.

Your underwear and pajamas were quick to be dropped on the floor, your eagerness showing from both parties as you desperately made out.

When your mouths briefly disconnected, he didn’t hold back his filthy mouth. “Mmmh, you’re gonna take my fat cock like a good girl while I fuck the insecurity out of you, baby. Gonna make you want to worship your own body by the end of the night..” he promised, his cock already making home in your cunt as he pushed himself inside.

Bryce’s hands was on your stomach throughout the whole session, sometimes putting pressure by pressing to make you really feel him in there. He didn’t stop praising you, telling you over and over again through every rhythm how beautiful you are and how much he adores every inch of you. He brought you and himself to orgasm, - only after he got you to say it yourself.

“Say you’re my pretty girl, or else I’ll stop... Fucking say it right now.” He ordered through gritted teeth, fucking you harder into the couch.

You cried out when his tip hit your G-spot, and there was no way you could deny him when you desperately needed to chase your orgasm.

“F-Fine!” You stuttered through a whine. “I-I’m your pretty girl, Bryce! Oh fuuuck!!”

He pulled out after you came, painting his load on your thigh with a prideful smirk. The drawer beside the couch contained wipes, and he reached out and took some to clean you up.

When the clean up was done, Bryce pecked on the naked skin of your tummy a few times before he lied beside you, kissing you more before he pulled you close to him.

You were very relaxed, your whole body loose from being tense, including your tummy. Thanks to Bryce, you could finally feel content about it.

N/A: Left for some time but I have somewhat returned with short writing!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

[georgiapeach30513]

Debauched, Deranged, and Defiled: Part 2, Robert Pronge

Summary: Robert gets angry after a job

Pairings: Robert X Reader, and a surprise

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, car sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, tears, fingering, voyeurism, oral sex (F receiving), snowballing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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This was partially inspired by random thots with @tis-thedamn-season 😵‍💫 my own little hoe

*divider created by @firefly-graphics​

Nick pets over your exhausted body, he knows you had a rough long night, and knowing who was next, it was going to be even more rough. Throwing a leg over you, he straddles your body, starting to ghost his lips down your back. He wants to make sure that you realize how precious you are to them.

Lloyd peeks up at Nick, and gives him a little smile, “What are you doing? She’s tired. Leave her be.”

“Yeah, if you didn’t feel the need to edge her all night long. She was basically just mush when you got home.”

“That’s how I like her. Her body just bends to me. Desperate and needy for whatever the hell I give her,” Nick rolls his eyes, but continues to paint your skin with kisses, and you don’t even stir. “Oh you just wait, you fucking simp. She’s going to be crying later.”

“I know. I gotta make sure she knows she’s not just a fuck doll for all of us,” he gives a final kiss in between your shoulder blades, and you wiggle around, feeling a bit of a tickle. “There she is.”

“Nick,” your voice whines needing him to just worship you instead of going to Robert, but Lloyd presses a finger up against your lips. “But…”

“If he hears you, he’s going to be even more brutal,” you give Lloyd a little pout, but he just shakes his head. “This is what you agreed to, Darling. A house of murderers that need to come down. He should be getting home later, he wants you to meet him in the garage.”

“It hurts though,” Nick turns his head to look at Lloyd, but he just smirks at your pitiful little body.

“Does it really? Last time you were with him, he had you crying for more. So how bad does it hurt? Or does our little slut like a bit of pain? What’s that other one do? He likes to degrade you, call you filthy little names because you’re below him. You are to serve him. And then…”

“Lloyd, enough,” Nick settles down a bit more on your body, and you can’t help but to arch your butt into his crotch. “No, he’s going to have you so fucked out. I don’t need to add to this pussy’s beating she’s going to get. Robert had to kill a few people this time. Filthy mother fucker.”

“Will you stay with me?” there’s always been something about Nick, but Nick and Lloyd together was magic. By far, they were the ones that you preferred.

“I will. And after tonight, she’s going to have a break. Unless you think you can take all of us now?” you shake your head quickly. Thinking how terrifying and yet so enticing taking all five of them would be. “One day there will be seven of us, and you’ll take one of us everyday, huh? Just our little weekly slut.”

“No,” you answer quickly giving him that pitiful face that he just loves.

“You don’t have a choice anymore, Honey. One day will come sooner than you can cum.”

You walk into the garage, seeing Robert’s angry face through the windshield, and you get a tiny bit nervous. By far he was the most brutal. He glares at you and points towards the door, “Get in the fucking car,” it had been a long day for him.

“Three people. Three fucking people,” he looks at you looking all pretty in your sweet little outfit. “You gonna let me use you, and take out some anger?” his finger rubs gently over your cheek, and he laughs at your whimper. “Oh, you’re not so scared of me anymore, are you?”

You shake your head no, and he moves at a lightening speed; wrapping the seatbelt around your neck a few times, giving it a quick pull, and you muffle out a choke. “I thought I fucking told you, I wanted to hear that goddamn voice of yours. And there you are just nodding that pretty little head. Did Lloyd fuck you that stupid you don’t know your fucking manners?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to. I pro…” he tightens that seatbelt around you a bit more, chuckling. “Promise.”

“That’s better,” he wiggles his hands in between your legs, spreading your thighs, when he gazes at your sopping wet cunt. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you enjoyed this. Hands over you head, and hold onto the headrest.”

When you don’t move fast enough, Robert shouts at you, “Now, you fucking whore,” you grip tightly to the headrest, and Robert spreads you out even further. Pulling up your dress, so he can see the mess that you’re making in the car. “You do like it. I’m glad you can listen to some things, no panties. Just a fucking waste. Scoot down, I really wanna see this sloppy cunt.”

You move your ass further down the seat, and Robert almost yips at the trail of slick you leave behind. “Such a sloppy little whore. You gonna let me use this cunt? You are my fuck doll aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” he causes a yelp in surprise when he shoves two fingers in your wet heat. Relentlessly pumping in his fingers, and his voice grunts out when you try and move your hands.

“I’ll have your whole body tied up, and you’ll just be there crying and for me to use,” he pauses, those blue eyes looking straight at yours, when you give him a nod. “Good girl.”

Robert adds his thumb to your clit, creating tight circles to your bundle of nerves. Working your pussy in a way that only he can. Curling his fingers into your tight channel he stimulates that soft spongy spot over and over again.

Gripping tighter to the seat, you feel your walls constrict around his fingers. Clenching down tight on him, but he doesn’t let up. He continues at a quick pace. Wanting to get all he can out of you, with his fingers alone. Laughing when you sob his name looking up at the ceiling. Lifting your body off the seat, only for him to push you back down.

His free hand pulls the seatbelt around your neck tighter in punishment, and just when you start to see stars, he lets loose. Feeling your juices gush down his hand makes him need more.

Quickly he unwraps the belt around you, before he’s back in his seat. Pulling the lever to move it back, and he frees himself. Giving his angry cock a few pumps, as he looks at you. And you know that he’s ready to feel you wrapped around him.

Crawling over to him, he settles you on his cock before he’s lifting that slinky dress off. Completely nude when he gives you a moment of free reign to fuck him. Your body bounces over him, while he gives your tits a few smacks. Chuckling every time that you let out a wanton mewl. While you like to play shy and coy, he knows that you’re a fucking slut for every last one of them.

Turning on the interior lights, he lets you take every inch of him. Completely balls deep, and he loves how your cunt can’t get enough. Pulling him deeper every time.

With a flip of the headlights you whimper when you see Bryce in front of the car. His hand tight around his cock, fisting himself to you and Robert. “Look at that pretty little rich kid. Can’t get enough of your slut cunt. Does he give it to you like me?”

“No, sir,” grabbing hold of your hips, he pounds you down onto him. Moaning when your eyes turn back to look at him, completely ignoring Bryce, when you try and find his lips. “Make him clean me up,” you raise an eyebrow up at him. “With his mouth.”

“Yep, that’ll do it. You filthy fucking whore. Just as bad as me, aren’t ya?” His hands begin to slap at the swell of your tits, and you cry out his name. “Fuck yeah! Tell that pansy ass who owns you! Tell him that this pretty cunt belongs to me. I’ll have both of you. You want that, ya asshole?” he screams at Bryce.

Feeling his thick cum spurt deep into your cunt, but he still slams you down on his cock. “You gonna clean her up, ya little mama’s boy? I’ll let you bring that other twink in, but only if you clean this messy pussy up.”

Robert opens the door, and spins around, waiting on Bryce to get over to you. He spreads your thighs even more with his own, giving Bryce a front row seat to where the two of you connect, before he lets his cock slide out.

The two of your arousal drips down, and Robert gives that pretty boy a sinister smile. “If you want your friend in, clean this shit up with your mouth. He’ll still have to fuck her while we watch.”

Bryce sinks to his knees, and you pull him closer to your abused sex. Running your fingers through his hair. Finally he dives in. Those baby blues gazing up at you while he eats your cunt like a man starving. Moaning at the taste of your and Robert.

Such a softness from Bryce, but you also know better. He pulls back, standing up, you stick out your tongue and hold your mouth open wide. Letting him drip the collected cum and his spit into your mouth, while Robert gives your spread pussy a slap.

“Bryce, who gets to fuck the twink while he fucks our slut baby?”

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Taglist:  @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @peaches1958 @nana1000night @panaitbeatrice @buckys-bbarnes @charmed-asylum @missacidburn928 @crispysublimecupcake @tinystudentfirepurse @kaybaby249

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-mas

Day 5: Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Summary: Johnny and you are spending a weekend snowed in…

Pairing: Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, Adult situations, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 1.4k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

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Day 4: Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

Upstate New York was filled with snow as the Christmas holiday drew near. You were nestled in a blanket, watching as a fresh coat fell outside while a fire burned beside you, a Hot Toddy in your hands, which was more hot than toddy, truth be told.

"I really can't stay...Baby it's cold outside...I gotta go away....Baby it's cold outside...This evening has been so very nice...I'll hold your hands they're just like ice."

The sounds of your boyfriend softly singing and humming the catchy Christmas classic as he moved about the kitchen shocked you.

The ever suave Johnny Storm wasn't necessarily the romantic type. Not in the way you were seeing him now. And even after a few years, it still caught you off guard.

“You know, that song is actually kinda creepy and pervy.” You watched as Johnny flipped his hand, a small ball of flames leaving his palm and landing in the fire, sending it roaring.

"Exactly," he sniggered.

And there he was.

You rolled your eyes as he flopped down beside you, taking a pull from his beer.

"So," he propped his feet up on the coffee table, "dinner, check, drinks, check, what's next, baby?"

“To be honest, I’m just enjoying the quiet,” you snuggled into him a little. “It’s been a while since we got time to ourselves like this.”

"Saving the world does take its toll," he sighed contently.

“You know, if your head got any bigger, you won’t be able to fit through the door.”

“Well, then we’d be stuck in here, alone….” he looked at you, “I see no problems with that scenario.”

“No, you’d be stuck here.” You grinned, “I’d be free to leave.”

"Nope. I'll melt the door handles. You're my hostage."

“I’d call Sue.”

“You wouldn’t!” He spoke in a mock-horrified voice.

"Try me," you smirked.

"You, Miss Y/L/N are naughty," he plucked your mug from your hands and set it on the table next to his bottle of Peroni.

“Well, you’d know all about naughty, wouldn’t you, Torch?” You teased as he shuffled closer.

Johnny smirked, "Gettin' coal in my stocking for years." He bumped his nose against yours.

“Yeah, what you expecting this year?”

"You, under the tree, naked, preferably a bow around your little, tight ass."

“Smooth,” you laughed as his lips pecked yours.

He winked. "What do you say to finishing the night naked, in the hot tub?"

"Have you looked at the blizzard outside?"

"Uh, Human Torch," he pointed to himself.

“Fair point,” you chuckled, “okay, hot stuff, you’re on!"

He grinned, "yes!" He pumped his fist in the air. He gave you a deep but swift kiss and bounced from the couch to the covered back deck where the hot tub sat. He pulled the cover off and then frowned. There was no steam rising from it. His eyes flicked to the temperature gage and he gave a groan. It wasn’t even warm, let alone hot.

 He took a moment to fiddle with the controls, the jets worked, the circulator worked but the coils weren't shifting on, a flashing flame on the screen of the panel taunted him.

 And then, he smirked to himself. “Human fucking torch.”

 In a flash he was out of his clothes and in the cold water, his body a bright orange as he rapidly heated the water, watching the temperature on the panel rise. When it was to a suitable and comfortable temp for you, he maintained the heat but lost his glow. This was around the same time you came out in your fleece robe and snow boots.

His eyes watched as you walked towards him, pausing at the side of the tub.

You kicked the snow boots off and untied that belt around your waist, the fleece slipping from your shoulders and down your arms, dropping to the decking.

Johnny’s eyes started at your feet and scanned their way up your body, goosebumps erupting over your flesh from both the freezing cold air and the intensity of his gaze.

“Baby, hop in, you’ll catch a chill.” He popped a brow as his eyes locked onto yours.

You toed the water, a bite to your flesh as your skin turned pink from the heat.

Stepping in, you slipped down into the water and slid next to him. A contented groan left your mouth as you allowed yourself to relax, snuggling into Johnny’s side.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered into your ear, his lips at that spot behind your ear.

“Charmer,” you sighed, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Baby, you know I'm a charmer, but you really are beautiful."

“And here’s me thinking you loved me for my personality.”

"Your personality," Johnny kissed over your jaw, "your beauty," he kissed down your neck, "your mind," over your collarbone, "your ability to put up with my arrogant ass."

“Hmm,” your head rolled back a little and you bit your lip, before you moved to look him straight in the eyes, “our baby best turn out like me because I’m not sure I could cope with two arrogant assholes.”

"Our baby?" He squeaked.

You nodded, reaching for his hand under the water. You gently moved it over so his fingers splayed over your belly. “I found out two days ago, I wanted to surprise you on Christmas morning…but I couldn’t wait any longer. I know we said we were gonna wait till a little longer but…”

 Johnny's jaw dropped, "Babe, I gave you a drink," he shuddered, "and, shit, get out! Too hot, too hot!"

 You chuckled, “will you relax? I tipped most of that drink away and as for being too hot, it’s half you. Probably be throwing fireballs around in my womb. Besides, if I keep it to under ten minutes, I will be fine. I googled.”

"Fuck, I'm... I'm gonna be a dad!" Johnny was surely shocked.

You let him absorb the news, sitting back in the water as he processed it. You watched as his eyes watered and his mind turned.

He pulled you into his lap with a choked sob, "thank you."

“I love you,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “now turn the heat down just a smidge.”

“What? How did-“

“Reed told me it was broken before we came out here.” You popped a shoulder, “thought it would be funny watching you try and figure it out. I’m impressed, only took you five minutes before you realised you could do it yourself.”

He dropped the temp down a few degrees. "I'm gonna marry you, I'm gonna be a dad, you've changed my life, Y/N."

"Slow down, Storm. Let's enjoy this for a bit before you jump the gun."

Johnny looked at you for a second, before his lips met yours in a soft kiss.

Before long that mouth trailed a path down your neck, lavishing affection on the breasts which would soon enough be nursing his baby. The thought was enough to have him rock hard.

"Is it safe... To you know...."

You sighed, "yes, it’s safe."

“Good, because I’m really fuckin horny.”

"Me too," you purred, scratching at the buzz cut hair.

“Ten minutes you say?”

“More like nine now…”

“Give me five.”

Before long, he was stuffed deep inside of you as you rode him slowly, his hands on your spine pulling you close. It wasn't rough or hard, it was slow and soft, deep, passionate. His lips never left your skin, tongue laving, kiss deep.

 It was making love with more than a deeper purpose. Still, he had you worked up in a ridiculously short time.  You felt the familiar tightening in your belly as you neared your release.

"Johnny...." you rasped.

“Yeah, honey, come on…”

"Oh yeah.... Yeah..." your body tensed and squeezed as that coil snapped, "yes....." you came with a hiss.

A few thrusts later, Johnny followed you, a groan of your name leaving his lips as he sagged down into the water a little more.

"Fuck, I love you, my baby mama."

You chuckled a little as you peppered his face with soft kisses. “Love you too, but I really should get out now. Meet me in the bedroom?”

"Oh definitely," he nipped at your bottom jaw.

He stood, making sure you got out okay before he sat back down, his hands running over his face, a dopey grin on his features. He turned to see you give him a coy smile as you walked back inside.

Little did you know he had a surprise of his own. A delicate but showy diamond nestled inside a velvet box hidden within a sock.

He too had been waiting for Christmas morning but… 

No time like the present.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 6: Syd (London)

[smutsonian]

chris evans characters masterlist

⚠️warning⚠️

may contain dark themes that could be triggering and/or can make others uncomfortable. please read each warning per story and beware. ( * = contains smut )

main masterlist

steve rogers

ransom drysdale

robert pronge

misc werks

bryce langley obsessing over a happily married woman hc *

dark colin shea being nice but having bad intentions for innocent reader *

[visbiscuit]

25 Days of CHRIS-mas ( masterlist )

Santa's not in town yet, but my Chris(t)mas spirit is stronger than ever! From the idea of @wiypt-writes, this is a collection of imagines of Chris Evans' characters (hence the CHRIS-mas in the title). Each one of them will have its own warnings, so always pay attention to those if you do not want to read something you're not entirely comfortable with. ONLY THE LAST ONE-SHOT WILL BE CHRISTMAS THEMED, so you can read the others without being continuously smothered by the holidays!

If you want to participate, just visit @wiypt-writes' profile and you will find all the info you need to try and spend December thinking about Chris Evans for a reason (not that you need one).

I'm sorry to inform you that the fics here will always have a fem!oc or a fem!reader, it's the way I am used to, but if you want me to write with neutral pronouns or male pronouns, I can definitely try!

PEOPLE UNDER 18 ARE NOT ALLOWED!

if you want to read more stories written by yours truly, this is my lovely Masterlist.

1 . Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

DAYDREAMING, jake wyler x fem!reader

[ fluff and cringe ]

Jake Wyler never noticed her through high school, but she noticed him. Oh, she did, all right. What happens when she finds out that he not only noticed her but even knew her deepest secret?

2. Kyle (Perfect Score)

OUR PAL IS DOOMED, pumba!kyle x timon,fem!reader

[ fluff and comedy ]

Matty is completely smitten with Francesca. What about Kyle and Y/N? Where does this leave them? The trio is probably going to be forgotten if they do not do something and this cannot happen. This is how Kyle and Y/N try to stop love from blossoming, but it does anyway and not only between Matty and Francesca.

3. Ryan (Cellular)

WHISTLE STOP, robin hood!ryan x fem!reader

[ smut ]

Ryan Ackerman steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He breaks into houses and tries to take as many things as he can to help his people. He always whistles while entering a house to see if someone's inside. One day, he accidentally enters his old employer's house and finally meets his daughter, Y/N, who doesn't call the police but... blows his whistle.

4. Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

I'M KISSING YOU, romeo!bryce x juliet,fem!reader

[ fluff and smut ]

Their families do not want to see them together. It would be a scandal. Centuries of hatred cannot be wiped out by a stupid young love. Except that it can, and it will. Bryce and Y/N know how much their love is worth and they finally decide to act upon it after years of pining for each other.

SKIPPED FOR NOW

5. Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

COMIN' UNDER FIRE, johnny storm x grimm,fem!reader

[ smut ]

She is Ben's daughter. She is off-limits. No one is allowed to look at her, touch her, charm her, or kiss her. Let me rephrase that: Johnny isn't allowed to be close to her in any shape or form. If Ben finds out that Johnny did something to his baby girl, he'd kill him and reduce him to ash. Pun intended. But does Johnny care? Not even a little.

6. Syd (London)

SYMPHONY, neighbor!syd x violinist,fem!reader

[ fluff ]

He's moved on from London. He is clean now, he went to rehab and is ready to start his new life. His new neighborhood is full of green areas, dogs and comes with a pretty little thing by the name of Y/N. He always listens carefully to her practicing the violin and he swears he's falling more in love with her each new symphony.

SKIPPED FOR NOW

7. Mace (Sunshine)

THE REASON WHY, james mace x fem!reader

[ fluff and angst ]

!! the reader is dead in this one !!

While on Icarus II, Mace is distracted. Everybody notices, but nobody knows why. In his head, he's thinking about his first love and how she influenced him to choose this path. He still cannot believe that she's not with him anymore. Maybe after this suicide mission, he'll see her again.

8. Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

WOLF LIKE ME, dilf!hayden x baby sitter,fem!reader

[ smut ]

The wolf loses the hair but not the vice. Hayden already has had a love story with a nanny, but history always repeats itself. The problem now is that Y/N is not just a random nanny, she's his children's nanny and he definitely can't fall into temptation with her. He knows that Y/N wants him, he can see how her eyes devour him. Now he has to choose what to do, if she's worth it or not.

9. Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU, paul diskant x lawyer,fem!reader

[ smut ]

They cannot stand each other. Y/N thinks that Paul is an arrogant piece of shit who sadly knows how to do his job and Paul is certain that Y/N exists just to ruin his, otherwise, happy life with her sassy remarks. They often are assigned on cases together and the only way to not constantly butt heads is releasing their tension. They cannot stand each other during the daytime, but during the night... that's when they come to play.

10. Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)

CIGARETTES BLUES, jimmy dobyne x fem!reader

[ smut ]

Jimmy smokes, he smokes a lot. Always lits up a cigarette. Every free moment is an opportunity to take a drag on his favorite poison. He smokes during lunchtime, while horse riding, while taking a relaxing bath, and while he's receiving the best blowjob of his life. Did I say cigarettes are his favorite poison? Scratch that, she is.

11 Nick Gant (Push)

12 Jake Jensen (The Losers)

13 Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)

14 Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice)

15 Steve Rogers (Captain America)

16 Colin Shea (What’s Your Number)

17 Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)

18 Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

19 Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

20 Me (Playing It Cool)

21 Frank Adler (Gifted)

22 Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

23 Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

24 Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

25 Chris Evans (as himself!)