#Chris P. Roll's Failed

[hysteria-things]

can you do a teacher!chris and a college student pleasee. (With smut. And if you want to!!)

PROFESSOR STURNIOLO

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!teacher!chris x student!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: this isn’t your first problem with this specific professor, but at this moment you’re fed up and want to put your foot down.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, p in v, degradation, spanking, masturbation (female), making out, stomach bulge, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, cream pie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,535

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we are locked in🫡

your professor dismissed class mere seconds ago, and everybody either has already left the lecture hall or is still packing up. “are you meeting us for lunch?” your friend says, zippering her bag and putting it on her shoulder.

you scoff, shaking your head. “can’t.” you say, ripping out the essay you wrote for this class that was due a few days ago. “professor sturniolo gave me an F on the essay.”

“again?” she questions genuinely shocked. “he’s got a bone to pick with you.”

this isn’t the first encounter like this you had with your professor. this class — your argument and persuasion class — is the only one you’re failing this semester.

not in your three years have you ever had this type of problem, and after many F’s, you’ve finally had enough.

“well, good luck.” your friend sighs, leaving the classroom with the remaining group.

now, that leaves you and him.

it would be a different story if you didn’t do the assignment right or didn’t try on the essay, but you’re one hell of a writer and you’re sure he knows it. you’ve always been good in school, ever since a young age.

normally you wouldn’t pick up fights with teachers, but your blood has been boiling for this dude for weeks.

“what’s your problem with me?” you say sternly, wiggling the paper in your hand as you step down to where he is.

he stops erasing the board and turns to you. “class is over, ms. l/n.”

yeah, no shit.

you roll your eyes. “so? i want to speak with you about my recent essay. you always give me F’s and never explain why. i would understand if it happened once before at the beginning of the year, but for every. single. one? it’s ridiculous.

he’s emotionless as he listens to your rambling, then he shrugs. “it wasn’t good enough.”

you crinkle the paper in your fist and slam it down on the desk in front of you. “wasn’t good enough my fucking ass, professor sturniolo. is it a favoritism thing? or are you fucking the other chicks in your class so they can have good grades? is that what i need to do? do i need to fuck you?”

the moment those words left your mouth, you knew that was a huge mistake.

you wouldn’t be surprised if he does, though. he’s not much older than you, and he is attractive.

he licks his lips, tilting his head toward himself. “bring it over.”

you gulp, feeling slightly intimidated. you uncrinkle the page and hand it to him, who is now sitting in the chair.

not even reading it, he stares at it and looks back up at you. “sorry. your paper didn’t meet the expectations.”

your pinch your lips together to keep you from screaming at him. “you didn’t even read it.” you shake your head. “i should’ve dropped this class when i had the chance. you’re cocky, and a waste of my time. i’m failing probably because your teaching sucks.”

as you start to storm out, he speaks up. “i’m going to have to clean that filthy mouth of yours.” he smirks. “teach you a much-deserved lesson, then afterward you can see if my teaching still sucks.”

you pause in your tracks, face turning beat red as you slowly turn back around. “w-what?”

he motions you to come over with his finger, and for some reason, you listen.

grabbing your wrist, he pulls you over his lap so you’re straddling him. again, you let it happen. you can’t help the wetness that starts to pool between your legs.

“you can admit it, you know,” he whispers, dragging his hand from your waistband to your mouth. he grazes his thumb over your bottom lip.

“a-admit what?” you stammer, shuffling in his lap which causes him to groan and hold your hips.

he chuckles. “deep down you want me to fuck you. i bet you touch yourself to the thought of me like a desperate little thing.”

you look away, face turning even redder than before if possible. “nuh-uh.”

“your face says otherwise.” his whisper shoots a chill up your spine as he starts to unbutton your shorts.

the way your fingers move quickly inside of you have your eyes shut with your mouth dangled open.

you were lucky enough to get a single dorm, so you can do whatever you want without being sneaky about it.

the way your legs are spread makes your fingers dig deeper, curling to hit the right spot. you grip onto your sheets tight, moans and other loud noises leaving your lips.

your previous orgasms make a mess below you or the back of your thighs, but you don’t stop. you’ve been at this for almost an hour because your mind is only focused on one thing.

your lecturer.

professor sturniolo.

“shit.” you pant, your orgasm building for the nth time. you let go of the sheets to massage your breast, pinching at your nipple from time to time.

you whine. “just like that.”

legs shaking, your fingers get coated with yet another orgasm, but you wish it wasn’t your fingers.

you wish it were his.

your shorts are now on the floor, along with your shirt, underwear, and bra. chris still has his clothes on except for his pants.

hovering just above his tip, your lips move in sync with each other. his tongue fights yours, and the erotic sounds of you two kissing fill your ears.

his hands rub along your back before spanking you hard, ruining the intimate moment. you pull away to gasp.

“sit,” he demands, mouth agape as he looks down to watch you try to sink onto his dick.

you grunt from the pleasurable pain, stopping just about midway. he’s probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. “it’s not gonna fit.” you whine.

“i’ll make it fit.”

with that, he grips onto your ass, hammering up into you without being able to adjust first.

you grab onto his shoulders for dear life. you moan uncontrollably, the feeling of him raw inside of you making you grin like a fool.

you’ve been wanting him to do this for a very long time.

“look at you.” he starts, smacking your ass to have you jolt. “having the professor you allegedly hate balls deep in you.”

“i-i do— ha-ate you.” you struggle to get out, a hand landing on your asscheek again.

“is that so?” he mocks, waiting for you to talk back but instead you moan even louder. he nods. “that’s what i thought.”

he bites his lip, looking at the way your tits bounce rapidly and at the bulge in your belly, eyes widening slightly. he’d never seen something like that before.

“i should keep you around more often after class.” he groans, seeing your face of pleasure.

eyes rolled back, mouth hung open, hair disheveled and sticking to your forehead from sweating.

“you make a pretty little cocksleeve.”

that sentence makes you clench around him, your body starting to quiver from the overwhelming feeling. “ngh— feels so go-od. y-you make me feel s-so good.” you whimper. “wanna cum!”

“not until you apologize.” he tuts, grabbing and then spanking your ass. “say you’re sorry, and i might let you cum.”

you whine, his cock now kissing your g-spot more than it did before. “i’m s-sorry.”

“for?”

“for— mm!” you squeal. “for being b-bad.”

“and?”

“and-and—” you can’t finish because of the sudden clear liquid squirting out of you, now making your pussy squelch more than it was before. your back arches even harder, your brain all dazed and dumb from the overstimulation.

you start to lose stability from being too weak, so chris has to hold you by your arms.

he groans, shaking his head at the terrible mess you are making. “come on. you can do it.”

tears spill from your eyes, sobs running past your lips. “a-and for t-talking back. fuck!”

his dick twitches inside, his thrusts getting sloppy. “i hope you’re on the pill because i’m going to fill you deep, baby.”

you can only make sounds, so a high-pitched moan echoes throughout. you’re seeing stars the closer your orgasm approaches before it finally snaps and you’re smearing the ring of white around his dick.

he doesn’t stop, causing your body to twitch in his grasp as another orgasm builds since he’s still fucking deep to your g-spot.

“close again?” he laughs fake. “scream for me. let people know how much of a slut you are; letting your teacher use you to get a better grade.”

your body slowly starts becoming limp, eyes fluttering closed as you moan.

he spanks you for the last time, not caring that his job is on the line.

“louder. they can’t hear you.”

screaming this time, you cum once again when he holds you down on his shaft. you collapse onto his chest, quiet sobs leaving your lips as you feel his cum start to fill you.

he peppers kisses on your shoulders, peeking over them to grab a pen and clicking it open. he scribbles over the previous grade on your essay to write a new one.

A+

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[chrissv4mp]

get him back! 💘

warnings: vulgar language, smut (p in v, missionary, unprotected sex, cunnilingus), jealous!chris, use of 'y/n', etc.

summary: in which chris was just a summer fling that you couldn't get enough of, and neither could he.

pairing: fem!reader × christopher sturniolo

a/n: literally jumped at the fact that i got to participate in @annamcdonalds67 's writing challenge! first ever comp i've been in🫶🏼 also there's a huge timeskip in this, sooo...

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SUMMER 2023 , day 30

"chris, you can't burp in public places. seriously." you sighed, continuing to walk alongside the boy in the mall.

"why not? it's not hurting anyone," he grumbled, swaying the bag in his freehand back and forth.

"because that's not polite, chris." you swore you were talking to a child sometimes.

chris rolled his eyes, who were you to tell him it wasn't polite?

"fuck, you argue with me about everything." you muttered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

chris hadn't heard, and even if he had, he wouldn't answer. his full attention was on some girl talking to her friends. his wandering eyes had always failed him.

her hair was dark, long, and her lips were so full he wished he could--

"chris," your voice pulled him out of his trance, his head quickly snapping toward you.

"yeah?" he smiled softly.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom, then we can leave." chris nodded, his mind already going back to the girl from earlier.

as soon as you disappeared behind the doors, chris was making his way to the brunette and her friends.

"hey," chris smiled, eyes trained on the brunette.

"hi?" she smiled awkwardly, nudging her friends and making them leave.

"sorry, didn't wanna make your friends leave just now, i just saw you from across the store and... you're really pretty." he said, his smile fading to a smirk.

the girl laughed, "thank you, but seriously? not even gonna ask my name?"

"shit, sorry! what was your name?" he chuckled, eyes going down to her lips.

"chloe," she replied, crossing her arms over each other.

chris nodded, "pretty name for a pretty girl. i'm chris, nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you, as well. uh, sorry, weird question," chris hummed, urging her to continue.

"how tall are you?" chloe smiled sweetly, eyeing chris up and down.

"six-foot-two," chris lied, biting the inside of his cheek.

your hand on his shoulder was what caught his attention, "nice try, chris."

he turned around, his cheeks flushing of embarrassment as he stared down at you, "hey, y/n."

ignoring him, you looked over at chloe, giving her an awkward smile before pushing past chris.

"i'm sorry about him. and i assure you that he's not six-foot-two." you sighed, flashing her another quick smile before dragging chris out of the mall.

chris stayed silent as you scolded him in the car, was he serious?

"you are so embarrassing chris, and, god, you need to get yourself in check. flirting with another girl while dating me? seriously?" you scoffed, driving out of the parking lot.

you should've left him a long time ago, honestly, but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends.

and plus, he would take out you and your friends to parties every other night. they were always a good time, it felt as if they never ended.

"i'm sorry, ma," he muttered, placing his hand on your thigh and gently squeezing it.

"i can make it up to you tonight. me, nate, and a couple other friends are going out to a club," chris said quietly, a smile growing on his face.

you stayed silent. even if the invitation did sound nice, you were still pissed at chris.

"c'mon, don't be like that, ma. i know you want to." he muttered, his thumb running over your thigh softly.

fuck it, it was just one night without talking about your feelings. plus, you needed something fun to do, "fine."

chris smiled brightly, "y'know i learned some new dance moves."

rolling your eyes playfully, you nudged the boy, "shut up, chris."

SUMMER 2023 , day 42

"i mean, maybe if you stopped being such a bitch all the time more people would approach you?"

that's what chris had said just a few hours ago when you were at the party, dancing together.

now chris was trying to get you to talk to him as you sat at the edge of his bed, going through your instagram feed.

"i didn't mean it, baby, you know i didn't. please just talk to me, c'mon," he whined, his hand rubbing your shoulder gently.

you just sighed, tucking your phone in your pocket before looking away from him, "you can't just say shit like that, chris."

he nodded as his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him, "i know, i just wasn't thinking, i'm sorry."

that's what he always said, and you always believed him. always.

"hey, i'll be right back, okay?" he said softly, kissing your cheek.

you nodded, watching as chris left his room and shut the door, leaving you alone.

chris was back in a matter of 15 minutes, barging into his room and making you jump from the sudden noise.

you were sat against the headboard, scrolling through tiktok as chris climbed onto the bed next to you.

"ma," he smiled, showering your entire face in kisses as he moved your phone to the side.

you laughed at his clinginess, feeling his hands go up to cup your face softly, "hi, baby."

"i have a surprise." he said, the smile on his face growing as he grabbed his phone.

he held the phone in front of your face, and on the screen were 2 tickets to paris, france, the date on the ticket showing that the plane was leaving in just 4 days.

your mouth fell agape as you turned your head to look at chris, before he could even say anything, you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

after a few minutes of silence in his embrace, you finally spoke, "i love you, chris."

the boy smiled, kissing your neck affectionately, "love you, too, y/n."

SPRING BREAK 2024 , night 3

your eyes were glued to your phone, attention on chris's new instagram story.

it was a picture of him, his tongue stuck out as the words "Happy Easter !" were next to him.

your lips curled into a small smile, but then it faded as the memory of your breakup crashed into your mind.

maybe he was an asshole at sometimes, but you really missed him. he was so sweet and such a gentleman at times.

every moment with him was never boring, he was funny, kind, hot, everything a girl would want in a guy.

you shut off your phone as another memory came into your mind, when chris had hit on your friend right in front of you.

and the worst part wasn't even that it was right in front of you; the worst part was that he'd done it multiple times.

"fucking asshole." you muttered, eyes going to the TV that was currently playing Waves.

your attention couldn't stay on the movie, though. it wasn't long until your eyes wandered below the TV to the entertainment center.

there was a photo of you and chris in paris, on the eiffel tower.

he was so sweet for taking you on that trip, but then again, he was a dick for the reason he bought the tickets.

god, you couldn't make up your mind.

do i love him? do i hate him? i guess it's up and down.

you couldn't even decide anymore. all you knew was that you wanted to get him back.

you wanted to make him jealous, like he always made you. and, fuck, you wanted to make him feel bad. really bad.

he would always blame you for shit you couldn't control.

and then at other times you wanted to get him back.

you wanted him again, missed him, even.

you felt sad every time you saw him having fun with other girls, felt like you were never good enough for him.

you just wanted him to reassure you that you were better than all those girls, that you were his girl.

sometimes you even found yourself on your bedroom floor, texting him little notes about how much you missed the way kisses and the way he grabbed your--

the way he made you laugh.

you'd pour your heart our every time, and the "little notes" would always end up as huge paragraphs.

you still remember the time you had almost hit send. during your relationship another girl had texted you that chris was cheating on you with her.

and of course, it had to have been one of your ex-friends.

she had explained that she went through his phone and saw your text messages with chris. he said you were the only girl.

but that just wasn't the truth. another one of his lies.

another memory was when you had actually sent him a paragraph. a paragraph about how bad he had hurt you.

chris, never being one to admit to something like that, said you were trippin'.

you remember how angry you were, how much you had fucking hated his guts. but then you remembered what you had told your friends that same day.

"maybe i could fix him."

SPRING BREAK , day 7

matt was hosting a party at him and his brothers' shared house, and he had invited you.

and, of course, you accepted the invitation. he was just chris's brother, and you would just avoid the younger triplet if he tried to come to you.

"y/n, oh my god, we missed you!" nick greeted, pulling you into a hug as you stepped into the house.

"i missed you, too, nick." you smiled, hugging him back before going off to find some other friends.

why couldn't chris be like his brothers? they were so sweet.

maybe you should've went for matt last summer.

a few hours into the party and a guy was all over you, grabbing at your waist and pulling you against his front.

you caught sight of chris as you danced against the guy. he was staring daggers at the man, his grip on his pepsi can tight enough to break it into pieces.

you smirked at the thought of making him jealous. but, fuck, you wanted to make him more than jealous.

maybe after the party you would key his car. that'd get him going.

or maybe you'd make him lunch tomorrow, make him happy.

you hadn't even met his mom during your relationship. what if you got in touch with her just to tell her her son sucks?

whatever, it didn't matter right now. all that mattered was that chris was jealous and was ready to attack the guy.

"let's go upstairs, yeah?" the guy whispered into your ear, hand going up to squeeze your boob.

just as he did, chris was out of his seat, pushing way past other people and stopping just in front of you.

you hadn't even had time to process the whole interaction between chris and the unknown guy before chris was dragging you down the hall to his room.

"chris, what the fuck are you--" your sentence was cut short as he pushed you against his locked door, his lips crashing onto yours hungrily.

your eyes widened in shock, but as soon as chris's hand rested on your waist, you relaxed, kissing him back just as rough.

his grip on your waist was tight, sure to leave marks in the shape of his hands.

good, that would remind any other guy who touched you that you belonged to chris. only chris.

his lips left your, trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck, sucking harshly on your tender skin just before his tongue lay flat on the same spot to soothe the ache.

"fuck." you whined, hands tangling in chris's hair.

chris didn't stay at your neck for long, pulling away entirely from your body to pull your shirt over you head and undo your bra.

his lips were quick to find your nipple, swirling around the bud slowly as his hand played with your other boob.

his eyes never left yours as he left marks on your chest, making sure they wouldn't fade in just a matter of hours.

"stupid fucking guy thinks he can touch on you like that," chris muttered as he grabbed your waist tightly again, roughly leading you to sit on his bed.

he got on his knees in front of you before pulling at the hem of your jeans.

you quickly got the hint and slipped them off, kicking them off your ankles before chris threw them somewhere around the floor.

"still such a good girl for me, yeah?" he said, amusement in his tone as he grabbed your thighs and pulled them open.

you nodded eagerly, "i'm your good girl, chris."

chris smiled, before hooking his finger in your panties and pulling them off of you roughly.

you swore you heard him rip the fabric, but that didn't matter, all that mattered right now was the ache between your thighs.

"still such a pretty girl." chris mused before running his tongue through your folds.

you gasped at the warmth of his tongue, attempting to squeeze your legs shut.

chris kept them open, his grip on your thighs tightening as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, eliciting a loud moan out of you.

"chris, fuck." you moaned, hands going back into the boys hair and tuggling lightly.

his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as he slipped his index finger into your wetness.

your grip in his hair tightened as your moans got louder, whining his name as his finger hit that sweet spot deep inside of you.

"oh my god, chris.." you groaned, eyes rolling back as they fluttered shut.

he added a second finger to your entrance, finding it harder to thrust both fingers into you.

"so tight." he groaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice making you let out a throaty moan.

"chris, chris, fuck, i'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a moan as chris curled his fingers.

you came on his tongue and fingers, your chest heaving as you let go of his hair.

chris lapped at your wetness, cum coating his chin as he stood up in front of you.

he wasted no time in taking his shirt off, unbuckling his belt and kicking his jeans off his ankles, quickly pulling his boxers down before throwing them on the floor.

"you make me crazy, y'know that, ma?" he growled lowly, pushing you softly to lay on your back.

chris didn't even let you reply before he aligned his cock with your entrance and thrusted himself inside of you.

hiding his face in your neck, he began to roll his hips, groaning as he felt your walls clench around him tightly.

"fuck." he whined at the feeling of your nails digging into his back, sure to draw blood.

it wasn't long until you had adjusted to his size and chris had began to thrust into you faster, his tip hitting your cervix just right every time.

your moans echoed off the walls, and suddenly you were glad that the music outside of the door was loud.

the bed creaked as the headboard hit the wall, evidence of how hard chris was rocking against your body.

"chris, fuck, you're so big." you whimpered, gasping as you felt his hand on your lower belly.

he pushed down slightly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt a small bulge.

it didn't take long for the both of you to reach the edge, gasps and moans being the only thing heard in the room.

chris came seconds before you, filling you up just before you came on his cock, making him groan loudly.

"fuck, ma." he sighed, giving you a few seconds before he pulled out of you and plopped by your side on the bed.

you rolled on your side to face him, smiling slightly at the knowledge that he had already been staring at you.

he smiled back at you, his eyes struggling to stay open.

he laughed, "still making you feel bad?"

even if he was tired, he would never pass up the chance to make a snarky comment.

"shut up, you idiot." you laughed, punching him playfully.

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[chrisstopherfilmed]

🍒CAUGHT (part 3)🍒

NATE DOES x SLS (Sturniolo little sister) Y/N

A/n: finally posting the long awaited caught part 3 so sorry for the wait yall ik. I’ve been busy and had no ideas for this one at the start so it took me a bit, my bad. Anyways here it is. HOPE YOU LOVE IT‼️

Summary: After Chris, Matt, and Nick find out Nate and y/n their little sister have been dating for a while Nate and y/n get a little too comfortable around her older brothers. Secrets are found, drama is started. Will this be the end of Nate’s friendship with the triplets?

Warnings: suggestive (no actual p in v), fighting, cussing, yelling, dom!/nate sub!/reader, fingering/eating, teasing, I think that’s it idrk NOT PROOFREAD

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Y/n’s pov:

I wake up next to Nate from when he stayed the night before. Ever since my party my brothers have been very supportive of mine and Nate’s relationship. Still strict because all 3 of them were older than both of us, but supportive, Or atleast you thought they were,.

I try to crawl out of bed without waking Nate but I fail like always. “Nooo, come back princess” Nate says grabbing you by the waist pull you back into bed. You try to wiggle from his grip but also fail as his grip tightens. “Nate, baby I have to take a shower” you say turning over now to face him.

“Ok I’ll come with” he says jumping up and almost throwing himself out of the bed. “No nate, lay back down” you say patting the sheets next to you. “Ok fine, but you have to stay too. Just for a bit…. Please?” He says begging, his eyes fluttering. “Ok” you say rolling your eyes while smirking as he crawls back into bed, rapping his arms you again and pulling you impossibly closer.

Your nose hits his chest and squishes against it. “Natee” you whine and he pulls you even closer. “I can’t breath” you say laughing tapping his shoulder. “Ugh, I just can’t get enough of you” he says rubbing his hands up and down your body. “Please let me come with you” he says

“Where?” You say farrowing your eyebrows pretending I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Baby don’t act like you don’t want me in shower with you” he said pulling me back to look me in the eyes. We stare at each other for a bit before we lean in to kiss.

He kisses me hungrily, wanting more. He flips on his back and pulls me on top of him, holding me in place by my waist. I lean in to deepen the kiss. He pulls his hands down to my ass. Then the door opens and we both snap our heads to the door. 

“Ew” Matt says “Nick made breakfast, waffles and fruit” he says closing the door and walking away. You and Nate bust out laughing then get up to go get some food.

As we walk out of my room Im punched in the face by the smells of amazing food. “Wow it smells great” I say running to sit at the table, ushing (waving down) Nate to come sit next to me. Nate sits down next to you, Chris and Matt across from you and Nick making the plates for y’all. Nate rubbed your thigh as Nick brought the food to the table for you all to eat.

You helped Nick with the plates and cups, setting them down. “Thank you, this looks sooo good” you say smiling at Nick “yeah it’s smells good too” Nate chimes in after “yeah thanks bro” Chris said stuffing his face with waffles “Chris don’t talk when you have food in your mouth” Nick say hitting Chris in the back of the head “ew, yeah that’s gross” Matt said “Shut up” Chris say

AFTER BREAKFAST

Me and Nate went for a walk down to the lake, we always went there when we were together. It was our spot. There was a big tree and bushes surrounding it and the lake was in front of the tree, on the other side of the lake was the forest. We always went out there for alone time when my brothers were home.

We already had a basket of pillows and blankets by the tree since we went down there a lot. My brothers never really knew what we did down here, to be honest I don’t think they would want to know anyway. I tell my brothers that I’m going to the lake before walking out of the house and grabbing Nate’s hand pulling him down the hill.

As we approach the high tree with our basket of freshly cleaned and folded blankets and our arrangement of pillows we sit down. Nate grabs one big blanket and two small ones for us to snuggle up in. “I love being down here with you, watching the lake glisten and see your pretty face next to me. My two favorite things” Nate says pulling my head onto his chest.

“I love you too Nate” I say snuggling into him. We lay here in silence for a bit before he places his hand on my tight, running his hand over my legs. We are still quiet but I can feel the heat growing between my legs. I squeeze my legs together to relief some of my friction, Nate releases I’m doing this and looks down at me.

“What’s up baby?” He says acting clueless. It’s been a little bit since me and Nate have done anything because of the situation with my brothers. “What do you mean?” I say pretend nothing happened “baby I can feel you squeezing your legs, do you need me?” He says nonchalant acting like it’s a normal thing to say.

“Please” I say practically begging for him, anything of him, anything. “You don’t have to beg princess, you know I’ll always be ready for you” he says pulling you over his lap to straddle him. You instantly kiss him passionately. Wanting more, more than you can take.

He peppers the kisses from your lips to your cheeks, down to your jaw, then your neck. “Do you want this?” Nate asks teasing you “Nate don’t tease, just please” you say eyes fluttering from the warmth between your legs “you sure baby?” He say running his hands down to the inside of your thighs.

You moan softly begging for him, he was so close to where you needed him. He pulls his hands up and takes off your shirt, his following right after. You’re wearing a black Lacey bralette that goes around the back of your neck and the middle of your back and underwear that matched. You knew it was going to drive Nate crazy, so you wore it just for that.

��Fuck baby, I’m definitely not lasting long.” He says look at your chest, and bringing his hands down your body to pull your shorts down. He goes as slow as he can, peppering kisses here and there. “Nateee” you whine just wanting more, as the feeling between your legs almost hurts from the lack of friction.

“Ok ok” he says kissing your neck before moving your panties to the side. “Someone’s eager” he says laughing kinda. “Shut up, just please I can’t take it anymore” you say squeezing your eyes shut. “It’s ok baby” Nate says running his fingers through your folds finally

You moan from the sudden contact, making Nate react by dipping his middle finger inside you. “Fuck” you say in a broken moan. He goes slow at first to give you time but when you grab his arm and throw your head back he speeds up going faster. “Fuck fuck fuck fu-” you say in between your mildly loud moans “more” you say

At this, he adds his ring finger. Picking up the pace and repeatedly hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back so far you see stars. “Nate” you moan “I’m gonna cum“ you say in a moan “let it out baby, cum all over my finger, I know you can do it” he says. That’s all you need for that knot in your stomach to snap, your cum dripping down his fingers.

He slowly pulls his fingers out, considering you’re sensitive. You watch as he puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks off all your cum till theres not one drop left. “You happy now?” Nate says kissing your lips “very” you whisper. You get your clothes on and Nate cleans everything up. You and Nate walk back to the house and go inside.

Your brothers are sitting on the couch talking as you all walk towards the living room. Once you enter they all go silent. There’s a lot of tension and awkward silence before Matt breaks it “y/n? Can you please go to your room for a moment?” Matt asks calmly “why?” You say “we need to talk to Nate” nick says.

Chris doesn’t say a word but he looks PISSED and you don’t wanna find out why he looks like that so you let go of Nate’s hand and just go your room. You make it all the way up the stairs and into your room before you hear your brothers talking.

“WHAT THE FUCK NATE” Chris says yelling. After that all you could hear was little mumbles here and there. You remember there’s a vent in your room that connects to the living room. You run over to it and put you ear up to it. “We saw you guys” Chris says, his voice angrily sounding “Nate I get you and her are dating but you can’t do that shit. She just turned 18 and you’re only the second boyfriend she’s ever had.” Nick says in a stern tone.

Technically Nate was the first real boyfriend I’ve had since the other one was in 7th grade and nothing ever happened, we didn’t even talk that much. “Nate, you can’t and won’t do that again” Chris says, gets up and walks away. You can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, so you jump up and sit on your bed.

Chris opens your door, comes in your room and closes it. “Y/n, I need you to listen to me” Chris says aggravated. “Ok?” You say “you aren’t going to do that stuff with Nate anymore. Not in the house, in his house, outside this house, not anywhere, ever.” He says very sternly. “He’s my boyfriend. Chris you can’t decide what I do” you say crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Fine then, if you don’t wanna listen he won’t be your boyfriend anymore” he says shrugging his shoulders “what?” You say fear in your voice. “He. Won’t. Be. Your. Boyfriend.” He says slower, starting to leave your room. You get up and follow him. “Chris you can’t do that, that’s not fair” you say running down the stairs after him

“I DONT CARE, YOU CHOSE TO LIVE WITH US, YOU CHOSE TO FOLLOW OUR RULES. IF YOU DONT WANNA FOLLOW THEM, THEN GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HOUSE” he screams in your face “NO” you scream back tears in your eyes. “Then you’re going to follow my fucking rules.” He says turning back around walking into the living

“Chris please stop, don’t do this” you say running after him in tears. As you and Chris enter the living room Nick, Matt, and Nate are sitting on the couch awkwardly. Nate immediately stands up when he see you crying, and try’s to get to you. Nick puts his hands on his head and Matt just looks down at his feet.

Chris moves in between you and Nate as Nate walks over to you “Nate I think it’s time for you to go” Chris says point to the door. “What?” Nate says. “It’s time for you to go, and don’t talk to y/n again!” Chris says grabbing Nate’s arm and dragging him to the door. You follow them to the door. Chris pushes Nate outside the door and Nate turns around to face inside the house. “What did I do wrong?” Nate says concern on his face.

“I’m sorry” you whisper to Nate tears still streaming down your face before Chris slams the door in Nate’s face and walks back into the living room. “I HATE YOU” you scream at Chris, running upstairs to your room and slamming your door shut and locking it “DONT FUCKING SLAM OUR DAMN DOORS” you hear Chris scream up to you.

30 MINUTES LATER

It was already dark outside and you were still crying. You couldn’t believe Chris just broke up you and Nate? All because you were being intimate? When Matt had his girlfriend over before the broke up they would do worse things then what you and Nate did. So why was Chris so mad?

You’ve cried so much eventually you just fall asleep. As your eyes close all you can think about is Nate. You pretend his still next to you, holding you, kissing you, cuddling with you. And with that you finally fall asleep.

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A/n: HOPE YALL ENJOYED, sorry for the sad ending Also sorry this took so long, I’ve been superrrrrr busy but here it is 💖

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[drksanctuary]

As late as I am not straight, as in very. Here’s part 3 @titan-army-week

P ART 3: Princess Andromeda

Alabaster wants to be excited about the maiden voyage. It’s supposed to be an exciting prospect, a leg up, and unsupervised fun. Unless you count the supervision of their godly parents (Al doesn’t). And even if they have to share the decks with monsters whose appetites seem to make them forget their loyalties more often than he likes. He’s supposed to be as excited as Marina is. She is currently taking Tanushree by the shoulders and shaking her with how excited she is. Ok maybe he didn’t need to be that excited he thinks, but at least they’re getting along now even after what happened.

Alabaster’s other siblings are also in good spirits. Brandon is looking up at the ship with awe. Shreya, Celina and Eva are chatting amongst themselves before catching up with Marina who is now practically bouncing with joy.

Alabaster does the mental roll call, he almost, by habit, looks for her.

But she’s not there. He knows she’s not.

“Hey Al” Silena says. “Wheres Lou?”

Alabaster wants to scream.

He had to face the truth now, he could no longer avoid it, it was so pressing that he didn’t even think to ask what Silena the army spy was doing here.

“She’s….gone” he says, failing at the attempt to not sound dramatic

“What??? You mean?? Oh no what happened??” Silena asks eyes full of concern.

Al realizes his mistake.

“Oh…n-no she’s not dead she’s….”don’t say dead to me. Al thinks “defected” he says in the smallest whisper.

Silena does an equally small gasp.

“Oh no…what happened?” She asks again.

*******

Alabaster starts out that evening in higher spirits. He’s all set up in his cabin and is getting ready for “morale building” karaoke event on deck 5.

As Alabaster anticipated almost no-one has shown up.

Luke sits on one of the sparkly purple couches that surround the Karaoke machine.

Al shrugs at him.

“I told you to wait a day. Everyone is tired” Al says “also I don’t think the word spread enough”

Luke sighs.

Ethan arrives. “Where is everyone?” He asks

Alabasters stomach does a little flip. And he briefly runs through romantic songs he could serenade him with before he refocuses.

“Asleep I assume” Al says with a pointed look at Luke.

“We should’ve waited a day” Ethan says with a nod

“Ok! I got it thank you!” Luke says

“Karaoke ti-woah where is everyone?” Silena says

Luke Groans.

Ethan smiles, laughing softly.

Alabaster cackles, ignoring his heart flutters to make sure Luke feels sufficiently stupid.

“Alabaster!” Marina calls as she arrives dragging Tanushree along behind her. “Are you gonna sing???”

“I mean…if this ‘event’ is still going on, sure” Al says, really making sure that that thorn in Luke’s side is securely in there.

Luke crosses his arms. “Do whatever you want” he pouts

“Well maybe if we start, other people will join-“ Silena starts

“Wait!” Interrupts Chris as he enters. “We were allowed bring food?” He says, gesturing to Tanushree who takes a loud sip of her boba tea as if to answer “duh”.

“I’ll be right back!” Chris says and darts off

Silena rolls her eyes “as I was saying” she grabs the mikes “maybe if we start other people will join in?”

She attempts to hand the mike to Luke but he refuses just long enough for Al to snatch it out of his hand.

“Perfect!” Alabaster says “I know the perfect song!”

[intoanotherworld23]

The Neighbor

Pairing: Female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: Brief mention of masturbation, swear words, mention of sex

Summary: Your incredibly handsome new neighbor Chris Evans moves in across the street, and he’s holding a secret that he doesn’t know if you’ll be able to handle

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Part 2

"You got any plans tonight?" Your friend asked as she made herself a drink.

"Yeah I actually do." She turned to give you a knowing look.

"Reading your dirty books and drinking wine is not plans." She scoffed as you rolled your eyes at her. She knew you all too well. "Let's go out tonight."

"I don't know." You groaned as you plopped down on the couch. Going out wasn't really your type of thing.

"You can touch yourself another night." She joked as you almost choked on your own spit.

"I don't do that." You exclaimed but she just scoffed at your response both you and her knowing that was the furthest thing from the truth.

"Everyone touches themselves Y/N." She gave you a look as she raised an eyebrow up. "It's perfectly normal and healthy."

Your friend had no trouble speaking her mind especially when it came to anything sexual. She literally had no filter and didn't care what she said. That's why you and her became best friends. She was the outgoing and spunky type of person, and you were a little shy and timid. Somehow it just worked out with you two.

"I don't need to do that anyway." Your voice became softer and quieter.

"Masturbation you can say the word out loud you know." She teased you watching you struggled to say the right words.

"Alright let's change the subject." She laughed at your response knowing which buttons to push.

She talked about sex so easily whereas you became flustered and uncomfortable. It wasn't a topic that came to you naturally or easily like it did her. You've had sex before but it was always so vanilla and boring. Which is why you just kind of gave up on the matter. No man being able to make you feel sexy or frisky.

"Okay let's go out tonight." She pressed again as you just sighed out loud. She wasn't going to give up.

"Nope." Popping the p looking at your phone.

"Come on bitch it'll be fun." Walking over to sit next to you.

"You know I don't exactly do well around..people." It was true every time you were around large groups of people you tended to make a fool of yourself. Sometimes unintentionally.

"When was the last time you went out?" She asked you. Looking down at the hands resting on your lap knowing she was right.

"I mean I go out." Shrugging your shoulders trying to dodge the question.

"Bitch please if you go out you go out with me." Laughing into her glass at your failed attempt to prove her wrong. "So like I said when was the last time you went out without me?"

Keeping silent of you started picking at your nails knowing she was right. You pushed yourself to go out more, but it never worked out the way you wanted. That's why you always went out whenever your friend invited you.

"Exactly." She sounded proud that she had a point. You just stuck your tongue out at her. "You only go out when it's with me."

"Well you're my best friend." You shot back but she wasn't buying it.

"Your my best friend too but I go out without you." She was making her case and you hated when she was right.

"Well we're different types of people." You stuttered that was the only thing you could come up with.

"I don't care you are going out tonight and that's final." She wasn't going to let up no matter how hard you tried. She'd drag you out if she had to.

Before you could rebuttal both of you heard what sounded like a big truck pulling up to your house. Getting up you walked over to the front window to see what was going on. Seeing a red Ferrari in the driveway of the house across the street, and a moving truck parking as close to the house as the could.

Immediately recognizing the man who stepped out of the Ferrari. Remembering you had seen him last week to close on the new house. What you really remembered though was just how drop dead handsome this man was. Your friend thinking they same thing too, as she practically was purring at the sight of him.

"Who is that?" She fanned herself making you giggle.

"I have no idea." You shrugged as your eyes remained glued to the man. "I only have seen him once last week."

What you didn't tell her though was how you couldn't get him out of your mind. That everytime you woke up you had hoped you'd see him again. Relying your time on seeing him, and even dolling yourself up a bit and sitting on the front porch hoping he would see you. Of course that didn't happen. Thinking a man like him would never go for a woman like you.

"And you didn't get his name?" She sounded offended and shocked. "I say we go over there and introduce ourselves."

"Are you crazy?" Stepping back to look at her with wide eyes. "We can't just go over there and talk to him."

"Ummm yes we can." She nodded her head not even bothering to look at you. "God he just looks like if sex were a person."

Y/F/N." You exclaimed lightly pushing her shoulder. "He's probably got a girlfriend or is married."

"Only one way to find out then huh?" Wiggling her eyebrows as she made for the front door not waiting for your response.

Following closely behind her as she strutted her way over, and you just kept cursing to yourself. Your nerves getting the better of you the closer you got. Wanting to just turn around and go back in your house to hide. Telling yourself he was going to be creeped out by the two of you, and not want anything to do with you.

Stepping on his driveway as you both stood behind him hearing your footsteps turning around to face the both of you. He looked a little surprised how swiftly you both approached him, but at least he smiled.

"Hi there you must be the new neighbor." She spoke first as you just stood almost behind her.

"How could you tell?" He sarcastically spoke looking as the movers carried boxes into the house.

"Just a hunch." She flirted as she stepped a little closer to him. His eyes focused on her as he would glance at you every once in a while. "I love you car by the way."

"Best purchase I've made." He turned to the shiny sports car that probably cost more than your house.

"Well I love these types of cars." Batting her eyelashes at him knowing she was already going to make her move. Given the fact that he clearly had money was an even bigger bonus for her.

Squinting your eyes as the sun started shining in your face, but that still didn't stop you from staring at him. Focusing on his massive arms as they bulged through his shirt. He was a very fit man, and you could only imagine what he looked like without a shirt.

"You must be the neighbor across from me." Of course he thought she was the one who lived there since he was interested in her.

"Actually I don't live here." She shook her head as a hand grabbed you toward her pull you closer. "But my beautiful friend here does."

"Hi." You waved awkwardly as he smiled so widely he showed off his straight whitened teeth.

"You must be the beautiful friend." Crossing his arms across his chest as his attention was on you now. "Oh the names Chris Evans should probably have said that."

"I'm Y/N and this is my friend Y/F/N." Introducing yourself his eyes not leaving yours.

"Well it's nice to meet you both." Coughing subtly as he realized he was just staring at you.

"The pleasure is all ours." Hearing as she deepened her voice. Trying to hold in the giggle that was bubbling in your throat.

"We're having a pool party tonight if you'd like to come." Your friend blurted at as you snapped your head to her.

"You have a pool?" He sounded excited and all you could do was just nod your head unable to find your voice.

"Oh yeah she has pool parties all the time." She continued on and you just turned to glare at her. "They are always a blast."

"She does look like a wild one." He winked at you feeling your cheeks starting to burn from embarrassment.

"I am not." You chuckled looking as innocent as you possibly could. He'd figure out real quick how shy and timid you exactly were.

"Oh yeah trust me Chris she's an animal." Placing an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in flush against her. "She loves her pool parties."

"Can't say no to a pool party." He smirked already feeling himself getting hard at the thought of you in a bikini. "Any excuse to take these clothes off."

You weren't sure if he was just making those kinds of comments on accident, or if he was blatantly saying those things to get you all flustered. Either way he seemed like a guy that wasn't shy when it came to anything. He was definitely making you nervous.

"It'll start around eight you can just come in through the fenced gate the door will be unlocked." Not stuttering as she clearly made up this party at the last second. "You can bring your own food or liquor if you want."

"Yeah I might just have to make an appearance." Smiling as he glanced back at you as you returned the gesture then looking down at your feet.

"Okay then we'll see you tonight hopefully." Both of you started slowly walking backwards as you waved goodbye.

"What the fuck was that?" You grumbled as you both turned around heading back to your house. Chris still standing there looking as you walked away.

"What?" Looking at you with an innocent look damn well knowing what she was up to.

"A pool party?" You questioned her wondering how you were gonna be able to put together a pool party at last minute. "What happened to going out tonight?"

"Well fuck that we're having a pool party now." Stepping back into your house as you slammed your door shut. "So I'll gather a list of people to call and you just get the pool ready."

"I don't really feel like hosting a party tonight." Groaning at the thought of having tons of people in your house and then having to clean up.

"Oh babe you won't be hosting this party I will." She stated as you just raised an eyebrow at her. "You just need to focus on getting it in with the hot new neighbor."

"I'm not just gonna have sex with someone that I just met." You protested and she just rolled her eyes at you. "No matter how good looking he is."

"Drink enough and you will." She winked as she started going through her phone finding people to invite.

"I'm not that type of girl." You argued back not backing down.

"You need some good dick in your life." Stating her case as she gave you a certain look. "You'd be surprised what good sex will do to you."

"Then why don't you just have sex with him?" You joked but in all reality you started to feel a little jealous as you said that out loud.

"Please bitch I already get good dick you need it more than me." Unsure if you should be offended at her choice of words or thankful she was letting you have him. "Either way it's too late it's already been done."

It wasn't enough for her on pushing you to go out tonight, but now she had invited your incredibly attractive new neighbor to a last minute pool party at your house. Thank god she was your best friend otherwise you'd be super pissed at her. At least she was trying to help you find someone even if it was just a fling.

"Alright I'm gonna head to the liquor store, and bring you one of my bathing suits." Grabbing her purse as she got out her car keys.

"I already have a bathing suit." You defended.

"Yeah nothing sexy enough." She shook her head as she scrunched her nose.

"What do you mean not sexy enough?" Placing your hands on your hips as you glared at her offended. "You want me to just go nude?"

"Now there's an idea." Placing a finger under her chin as she seriously thought about it.

"I'm joking." Belting out a laugh as she saw the horror written across your face. "Okay bye bitch I'll be back later."

Shutting the door behind you as you stood there not knowing what to do now. Well looks like you were having a pool party at your house that your best friend made up, and your hot new neighbor Chris might be coming. This wasn't going to end badly at all.

[gratelove]

Beg A Little

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

You and your best friend Chris are hanging out, like you do every night. Playful banter turns into something more. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Chris playfully teases you, pushing you to beg for more even after you swore he couldn’t.

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral, praise kink, begging

It was another night at Chris’s place, which, in all honesty, was pretty much every night. You were both lounging on his couch, your feet sprawled across his lap, surrounded by the glow of string lights that you had helped Chris hang up months ago. You lost track of how many nights you spent like this - talking, laughing, and losing to your best friend in video games.

Chris was sprawled out on the other end of the couch, looking effortlessly handsome in his usual hoodie and beanie combo. He was trying—and failing—to hide his smug smile as he watched you struggle trying to beat him, your face one of pure concentration.

“You’re really bad at this, you know that?” he teased, glancing over with that familiar playful grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Shut up, Sturniolo,” you shot back, trying to focus but feeling the heat of his gaze on you. “I’m just letting you win to boost your fragile ego.”

Chris laughed, low and teasing. “Fragile? Nah, my ego’s doing just fine. But if you need an excuse for why you keep losing, I’ll let you have that.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily dodged, his grin widening. It was all so typical—you and Chris throwing playful insults back and forth like it was your second language.

Chris tossed the controller aside, scooting closer. “You know, you talk a big game for someone who’s consistently terrible at every video game ever.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes but feeling your pulse quicken at his proximity. “Maybe I’m just pretending to be bad so you’ll pay more attention to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a bit closer. “Oh, is that what you want? More attention?”

Your breath caught at the shift in his tone. You leaned back, but Chris followed, his face inches from yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “Or maybe I’m just tired of watching you act like you’re all that when we both know you’re just a dork in a beanie.”

Chris laughed, his eyes darkening as they flicked down to your lips and back up again. “A dork, huh? That’s not what you’ll be saying when you’re begging me to help you beat the next level.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. “Oh, please. Like you could make me beg for anything.”

Chris’s grin turned mischievous as he moved even closer, his hand resting on the back of the couch beside your head, while the other moved to your bare thigh. “Wanna bet?”

The tension between you was electric now, your banter shifting from lighthearted to something charged and flirty. This was also typical for the two of you, flirting that never led to anything. Although, it seems tonight that Chris was feeling risky. Chris’s thumb brushed your jaw, tracing a slow line that made your breath hitch. The playful smirk never left his face, but his touch was soft, deliberate, as if he was testing the waters.

“You’re all talk, Sturniolo,” you challenged, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze. “When are you gonna back it up?”

Chris’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, voice low and teasing. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around your legs and you gasped as you were pulled. Your butt now flush with his outer thigh, his face mere centimeters from yours. “But I’m down if you are.”

There was a daring edge in his tone, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a quick, teasing kiss. Chris didn’t hesitate; his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. It was playful at first, but it quickly turned intense.

You pulled back slightly, catching your breath, but Chris’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close. “You really think you can handle this?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. “I don’t think you’re ready. I’ll have you begging on your knees after this. You’ll be obsessed.”

You smirked, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his sweatshirt. “God, Chris. Don’t stroke your ego too hard. Try me.”

Chris’s playful demeanor shifted, the teasing smile giving way to something hungrier. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your skin tingle. His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer until you were practically on top of him. His hands pushed under your cropped tank top. His thumbs brushed under the curves of your breasts, squeezing your ribs slightly, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Still think I’m all talk?” Chris teased between kisses, his breath warm against your skin.

You bit your lip, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the heat between you growing. “Shut up and keep kissing me.”

He grinned, his hands cupping your breasts. You moaned at the feeling of his warm palms against your peaked nipples. “Now who’s begging?”

You laughed, meeting his lips with yours again. Chris’s fingers traced slow circles on your hips, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You tugged at his hoodie, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into yours. The only sounds were his low chuckles mixed with the quiet hums of satisfaction whenever you responded with a bit of attitude, meeting him kiss for kiss.

“You’re getting quiet on me,” Chris teased, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. “What happened to all that trash talk?”

You smirked, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart was racing. “I’m just waiting for you to do something worth talking about.”

Chris’s eyes darkened at your challenge, his playful smirk never wavering. “Oh, I can do a lot better than this. But you’ve gotta ask nicely.”

You could feel the tension between you thicken, his words sending a thrill down your spine. It was a game now—one you both knew how to play all too well. You pulled off his beanie and tossed it aside. You tangled your fingers in his messy brown hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your lips.

“Why don’t you show me, then?” you dared, but Chris only grinned, his hands pausing at the waistband of your shorts, teasing you with the barest hint of what was to come.

“Not until you ask,” he said, his voice a low murmur, filled with teasing confidence. “Come on. I wanna hear you say it.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the heat between you intensifying as he brushed his lips against your neck, just enough to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy. Chris’s touch was light, infuriatingly so, and you found yourself shifting closer, desperate for more.

“Chris,” you breathed, your tone half a plea, half frustration, as his kisses trailed along your jawline, every touch like fire on your skin. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckled softly, his lips grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “But teasing’s the best part,” he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines on your skin, making you squirm beneath him. “Besides, you look so cute when you’re like this.”

You bit back a moan when his teeth clasped around your earlobe, your hands clutching at his hoodie, trying to pull him closer, but Chris held back just enough to keep you wanting. He kissed you again, slow and sensual, but pulled away just as you started to lean into it, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Come on, baby. Beg a little,” Chris said, his voice playful but edged with that intensity that had been building all night. “And maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He was dragging this out, savoring every moment of watching you unravel. And damn it, it was working.

“Fine,” you muttered, the heat of your frustration mingling with the desire coursing through you. “Please.”

Chris’s eyes lit up at your reluctant plea, his hands finally moving with purpose as he shifted closer. In one smooth motion, Chris’s grip tightened, and he pulled you onto his lap, the sudden shift making you gasp softly. “See, was that so hard?” he murmured against your mouth, his touch firmer now, drawing soft, needy sounds from you that you couldn’t quite suppress. His words left a pool in your panties.

You found yourself straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips as his hands settled on your waist, fingers digging in just enough to hold you in place. The closeness was dizzying, and you could feel him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the unmistakable hardness pressing against you sending a rush of heat through your entire body. Your breath hitched, and Chris’s eyes flashed with a knowing look.

“Feel that?” he asked. His hands guided your hips back, then pulled you forward, letting you feel the full effect of his arousal against you. “That’s what you do to me.”

You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as he pushed your hips back again. As he pulled you forward, you instinctively rolled your hips, the friction making your whole body shiver. The sensation of him beneath you, so close and so real, was overwhelming, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through you that made it impossible to think straight. Chris’s hands tightened on your hips, encouraging you to keep going, his touch both gentle and insistent, guiding you into a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“You drive me crazy,” Chris whispered, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in, his lips grazing your skin with a mix of kisses and teasing nips. The feeling of him, hard and eager beneath you, was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but move against him, the thin layers of fabric between you doing nothing to dull the intensity of the sensation.

Every roll of your hips, every gasp and quiet moan that slipped from your lips, seemed to fuel Chris’s own desire. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, drinking in every reaction, his own breaths growing ragged as he tried to maintain control. His fingers dug into your waist, guiding your movements as you rocked against him, the pressure building between you in a way that was both agonizingly slow and impossibly perfect.

Chris’s hands moved up, sliding under your shirt, his touch warm and exploring, sending jolts of pleasure through you as he continued to guide your movements. His lips found yours again in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier.

“You’re so sexy,” Chris breathed, his words laced with both affection and need, his voice husky as he pulled you even closer.

Your head fell back as a soft moan escaped your lips, lost in the way his fingers grazed and pinched your sensitive nipples. Chris watched you, his dark eyes full of intent.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with the satisfaction of knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Yes,” you breathed, squeezing his shoulders. The feeling of him, hot and hard beneath you, was driving you wild, but one of his hands on your hip, kept your motions slow, made you crave more. He was holding you back. He liked to tease you.

“You want more, don’t you?” You nodded your head eagerly, as you tried to pick up the speed of your hips, but Chris put both hands on you, holding you in place. You frowned at the loss of contact of his hands on your breasts. “Tell me what you want, baby,” Chris whispered, his voice rough, his lips brushing your ear.

“I want you,” you moaned, fighting against his grip, but it was no use. “Chris, let me,” you whined, as you tugged on his hair. Chris chuckled and the sounds was maddening. The way he held you on the edge, his gentle touch unyielding, just to keep you wanting and never enough to give you what you need… it made you crazy.

“You know what to say.” You swallowed hard as his hands slid down your thighs. His fingers pushed under the hem of your shorts to find the edge of your panties.

“Chris, please…”

Chris’s response was immediate. His grin widened at your words, and he tugged at your top, sliding it up and over your head in one motion, exposing you to the cool air. His gaze dropped to your now bare skin, and the heat in his eyes sent a rush of adrenaline and desire through you.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, his voice thick with approval as his hands traced over your newly exposed skin, his thumbs brushing against your chest with a touch that was both tender and possessive. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through you, and you arched into his touch, your breath hitching at the way his fingers teased, exploring every curve.

Chris’s lips followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down, tasting every inch of your skin as you moved against him. The feeling of him—his mouth, his hands, the pressure of his arousal against you—was almost too much, every nerve alight with the intensity of the moment. You tugged at his hoodie, desperate to feel more of him, and Chris obliged, pulling it off and tossing it aside, his bare chest now pressed against yours.

The feeling of skin against skin was electric, the heat between you magnified as Chris’s hands slid down your back, pulling you impossibly closer. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, his hips lifting to meet yours in a way that made your head spin. The pressure, the friction, the sensation of being this close to him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but moan, rocking against him with increasing urgency.

“You want more?” Chris asked, his voice husky, a teasing edge still lingering even in the heat of the moment. He watched you intently, as he moved his hands to your ass. He palmed and squeezed at the flesh, controlling the rhythm as he guided you closer, never quite giving you everything you were aching for. “I need to hear you beg for it, baby.”

Your mind was a blur of desire and frustration, the feeling of him—so close and yet still holding back—making every nerve in your body scream for more. You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, your breaths ragged as you leaned into him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“Chris,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you rolled your hips, feeling the full, maddening friction of him against you. “Please. I need you.”

Chris’s grin turned almost predatory, satisfaction flickering in his eyes as he finally let go of the last bit of restraint. His hands moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts, and you helped him, both of you fumbling with the fabric, eager to remove every last barrier between you. The sensation of his hands, firm and urgent, made your pulse race, each touch sending waves of heat through your body.

Clothes were discarded in a blur of movement, each layer peeled away until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours, every inch of him pressed intimately close, sent a rush of exhilaration through you that was almost dizzying. Chris’s hands roamed freely now, no longer teasing but intent, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot with a touch that was equal parts gentle and demanding. His lips moved lower, bringing one of your nipples between his teeth. The sucked, kissed, and rolled it between his teeth, making you hiss in pleasure and pain.

He then flipped you, so you were sitting on the couch, and he kissed lower, sliding off the couch until he was on his knees in front of you. He put his hands on your knees, pulling them open to expose your dripping pussy to him.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, taking in the sight before him. His thumb ran up your center, making your legs shake at the touch. You watched him bring it to his mouth and suck your juices off of him. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. “You’re so sweet,” he groaned, then began kissing your thighs. You moaned and the fire it left.

The anticipation built with every second, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he settled between your thighs, his gaze locking onto yours with a look that sent a rush of heat straight through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chris murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. The words were barely audible, more felt than heard, but they sent a thrill through you all the same. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as his lips followed, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses against your inner thigh that made your whole body tense with anticipation.

He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every quiet gasp that slipped from your lips. Chris’s mouth moved closer, his breath hot and teasing against your most sensitive spot, and you couldn’t help the way your hips lifted slightly, seeking the contact that he was purposefully withholding. You could feel the smirk against your skin, Chris’s fingers tightening on your hips as he held you still, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate tease that left you trembling.

“Chris,” you breathed, your voice shaky as you reached for him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The sensation of his mouth, so warm and soft against you, was almost too much, and you couldn’t help but moan as he continued his slow, agonizing exploration.

He worked you over with deliberate skill, his tongue moving in soft, languid strokes that made your thighs quiver. Each flick, each slow, purposeful motion was designed to draw you closer to the edge, his mouth pressing intimately against you in a way that was both gentle and commanding. Chris was relentless, finding the rhythm that made you gasp, each movement pushing you closer to the point of no return.

It was a heady mix of vulnerability and euphoria, the feeling of being completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alive under his touch. You could feel the pressure building, a hot coil of pleasure that tightened with every flick of his tongue, every soft hum of satisfaction that vibrated against your skin. Chris’s hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you in place as he drew out the moment, taking you right to the edge with practiced ease.

“You taste so good,” Chris whispered between kisses, his voice rough and full of need, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through you. He pulled you closer, his mouth never slowing, driving you higher with every slow, sensual stroke. Your breaths came faster now, each gasp blending into the next as the pleasure built, your body responding to every touch, every movement of his tongue.

You were lost in the sensation, the relentless rhythm of his mouth pushing you closer, each second blurring into the next as he expertly pulled you toward release. It was overwhelming—the way he held you, the way he moved, the way he knew exactly how to drive you to the brink with every flick and swirl. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your thighs trembling against his shoulders as you tried to hold on, but Chris wasn’t letting up, his mouth working you over with a focused intensity that left you breathless.

“Chris, I’m—” The words caught in your throat, your voice breaking as the pleasure peaked, your whole body tightening under his touch. Chris didn’t stop, his tongue pressing just right, his movements calculated and relentless, keeping you teetering on the edge of release, so close it almost hurt.

And then, with one last, perfectly timed flick of his tongue, you shattered. The release washed over you in a wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure, your body arching off the couch as every nerve lit up in bliss. Chris held you through it, his mouth and hands steady as he helped you ride out every pulse, every shuddering breath. You could feel his smile against your skin, a soft, satisfied hum of approval as you came undone beneath him.

As you slowly came down from the high, your breaths ragged and your heart racing, Chris moved back up, pressing soft kisses along your body as he went, his touch soothing and affectionate.

The rush of release still pulsed through your veins, leaving you breathless and trembling against the couch as Chris moved back up, his kisses soft and lingering against your flushed skin. His touch was both soothing and possessive, his hands roaming your body with a newfound urgency, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He hovered above you, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, teasing kiss, but there was a deeper hunger in his gaze now, dark and intent, that made your breath catch all over again.

Chris’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch featherlight, drawing out the lingering shivers from your previous high. The warmth of his skin against yours was electric, every subtle movement reigniting the desire that had never quite faded. You could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh, and the anticipation sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you.

“You’re incredible,” Chris murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with both affection and that familiar edge of teasing confidence. His hand slid between your legs, feeling the evidence of your pleasure, and he smirked, his touch both reassuring and possessive. “So perfect for me.”

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, every nerve still sensitive and alive. Chris’s lips found yours again, the kiss deeper this time, filled with unspoken promises as he settled between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. He hesitated, just for a moment, his eyes locking with yours in a silent question, and you nodded, breathless and wanting, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer.

Chris pushed forward slowly, filling you inch by inch, the sensation almost overwhelming as he stretched you, your body instinctively tightening around him. He groaned, the sound deep and rough, his forehead resting against yours as he stilled, giving you both a moment to adjust. The intimacy of it, the feeling of him fully inside you, sent a shiver through your entire body, every inch of you attuned to the heat and weight of him.

“You feel so good,” Chris breathed, his voice husky as he began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with a measured, teasing thrust. The rhythm was maddening—deliberate and controlled, just enough to keep you wanting but never quite enough to satisfy. Each slow, teasing thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you, but Chris held back, his pace almost taunting, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.

“Chris, please,” you gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathy plea as you rocked your hips, desperate for more. But Chris only smirked, his hands tightening on your hips, holding you in place as he continued his slow, torturous rhythm, clearly enjoying every moment of making you beg.

“You like this, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low and full of that familiar playful arrogance. “Begging for it… so desperate for me.” His words sent a rush of heat through you, the praise making your body respond instinctively, your breaths coming faster as the tension coiled tighter.

Chris shifted his angle slightly, his thrusts growing a touch rougher, more insistent, and the change drew a moan from you that was pure, unfiltered pleasure. He watched you, his eyes locked on your face, taking in every gasp and shiver as he pushed you closer to the edge all over again. The contrast of his gentle kisses and the more forceful rhythm of his hips was dizzying, a perfect mix of soft and rough that left you completely undone beneath him.

“God, you’re so good,” Chris groaned, his voice ragged as his thrusts became more deliberate, driving deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur. “So perfect… just like that. You’re taking me so well.”

The praise sent another surge of pleasure through you, the words mingling with the physical sensations in a way that left you desperate and on the brink. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. The intensity of it all—the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way his eyes never left yours—was overwhelming, every sense heightened as you chased that peak together.

Chris’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one hitting deeper, harder, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and need. You were teetering on the edge, every nerve alight with the anticipation of release, and Chris seemed to know exactly how to keep you there, balancing right on that line between gentle and rough, teasing and intense.

“Come on,” he urged softly, his voice thick with desire as he quickened his pace, pushing you closer with every movement. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”

His words were all it took. The coil inside you snapped, pleasure washing over you in waves that left you breathless and trembling beneath him. You moaned his name, your body clenching around him as you came undone, every muscle tensing in bliss. Chris’s rhythm stuttered as he followed you over the edge, his own release hitting with a guttural groan that vibrated through you, his thrusts slowing but never losing their intensity as he rode out the high.

He collapsed against you, both of you panting and tangled together in the aftermath, the heat of your shared release still thrumming between you. Chris’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, a soft, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice full of affection as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, the intensity of the moment giving way to a quiet, blissful calm. You smiled back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. Everything felt perfect, and for a moment, you were just lost in the warmth of being wrapped up in him.

But then Chris’s familiar smirk returned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not gonna lie, though—I’m still thinking about how you said I couldn’t make you beg. How’d that work out for you, huh?” His tone was laced with playful arrogance, the kind that made your cheeks burn in the best way.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a rush of embarrassment and excitement all at once. “Okay, fine, I might’ve underestimated you. Just a little.”

Chris grinned, leaning back slightly to get a good look at you, his gaze sweeping over your still-flushed skin. “A little? Babe, you were practically chanting my name. I mean, I knew I was good, but fuck—you were giving me a whole damn concert.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some level of composure even as your pulse quickened at his words. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it. I was just… caught up in the moment.”

He chuckled, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. “Sure, ‘caught up in the moment.’ Whatever helps you sleep at night. But let’s be real—you loved every second of it. Didn’t know you had it in you to sound that desperate.”

You bit your lip, feeling both flustered and turned on by his teasing. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Chris replied, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm, but there was a warmth in his eyes that softened the edge. “You think I’m gonna let this go? Nah, I’m framing that moment in my mind. You, begging for me? That’s top-tier content right there.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, though your heart was still racing. “Fine, you win this round. But next time, you’re not getting off that easy.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning downright wicked. “Oh, is that right? Big talk from someone who was begging for me just five minutes ago. But hey, I’m down for a rematch anytime. Maybe next time, I’ll make you work for it.”

Your laughter filled the room, mingling with his low chuckles, and you felt a surge of warmth at how effortlessly you two slipped back into your usual rhythm. “You wish. Next time, I’m gonna have you begging, and we’ll see who’s talking big then.”

Chris pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Oh, I’m counting on it. But let’s be honest—I think you like begging for me a little too much. You were practically begging for my—”

You cut him off with a kiss, unable to resist the playful challenge in his voice. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue, and when you pulled back, Chris was grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“You’re a cocky bastard, you know that?” you said, shaking your head but unable to hide your smile.

Chris laughed, running a hand through his messy hair as he leaned back, completely unbothered. “Yeah, but you love it. And I’m not gonna lie, hearing you beg… might be my new favorite sound.”

[vanishxcanvas]

Rats

Chris Motionless x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. A bit of angst? Smut, and fluff. Mentions of face fucking, praise kink, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, p/v unprotected sex.

Inspired by these lyrics:

“If you speak you lose your turn

So shut your mouth before I fuck it”

Chris had returned home from tour this past week, and you’ve barely spent that much “alone time” with him. You tried to get his attention on multiple occasions, but all attempts have failed miserably.

As a last resort, you decide to give him the “silent treatment”, which you knew would piss him off. Your phone makes a noise, which is a text from him. What do you do? You ignore it.

He tried to text you a few more times, and later on when he came home, he slammed the door shut. Oh, you’ve pissed him off alright.

You were currently washing the dishes, and you heard footsteps. Until, you felt a presence right behind you. 

“Care to explain why you’ve been ignoring my text messages all day?” He asks.

You lie. “Oh, I lost my phone.” Bullshit.

“So if I call it, I won’t hear it right?” He asks.

“It’s on silent Chris, you’re not going to hear it.” You reply coldly.

“Maybe lose the attitude, or we’re gonna have an issue.” He replies.

You stop what you’re doing, and wipe your hands off with a towel before setting it down. 

“I’m not having one.” You say, turning around.

“Are you really going to do this?” He asks, glaring at you.

“Do what? I’m innocent, I did nothing.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Innocent my ass.” He says, before stepping closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

He places a hand around your throat, and squeezes lightly. 

“Well someone has been testing me today. Seems like you need to be put in your place.”

You smirk. “I’m not scared of you, mister.” 

As you say that, his eyes darken. 

“That’s it. Bedroom, now. I want you sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me.” He growls in your ear. 

“Go.” He says, smacking your ass, as you run to your shared bedroom. 

As you get in the room, you sit on the edge of the bed. A moment later, Chris walks in.

“Oh, now you listen to me.” He teases you.

You snort. “Technically, I didn’t have to listen to you.”

“Repeat that again. I dare you.” He says, smirking. Looking down at you.

“I. Didn’t. Have. To. Listen. To. You.” You sass back.

“Someone’s really acting up tonight, isn’t she? Well, you’ve lost your turn.” He growls.

“I’m not scared of yo-” You say before he grabs the material of your shirt, moving you so you sink to your knees on the floor, in front of the bed.

“Enough. Maybe I should put that mouth to better use. Hm?” He chuckles deeply.

You whimper as you look up at him, and he notices. 

“Oh? Okay then.” Smirking, he starts to undo his belt, then unzips his pants. 

Seeing that he was hard, you lick your lips.

“Open.” He demands.

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” He praises you.

Soon, Chris grabs your hair, and starts to fuck your face.

You moan on his cock, and he throws his head back. “Fuck.”

His hand stays on your head, and soon he can feel himself getting close.

As he gets closer to his edge, his moans get louder. Soon enough, he releases down your throat.

You pull off of him, then you swallow it all. The next thing you know, he pulls you up only to push you on the bed.

He licks his lips, and he starts to take off your clothes.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shh. Let me.” He says before kissing your neck, then continuing what he was doing.

He leaves marks all over your body, especially on your neck, so people know who you belong to.

Slowly, he kisses down your body until he reaches your stomach.

“Please-“ You whine.

“Patience. Do I need to punish you more?” He suggests.

“No.” You reply.

“Good girl.” He says before continuing.

As he gets to your thighs, he smirks. Kissing your thighs, he reaches where you need him the most.

“All for me.” He says before putting his mouth on you.

As he does this you let out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck!”

He pauses for a second. “Make all the noises you want, let our neighbors know who you belong to.”

Your breath hitches as he continues licking you.

As he’s doing this, he’s grinding himself against the bed. Soon enough, you feel his hands move from your thighs, to your heat.

You feel yourself starting to get close, and Chris notices.

“I can feel you. Let go, love.” He says.

A few moments later, you let go, all over his face. Chris stands up, and licks his face.

Then, he crawls on top of you to kiss you, making you taste yourself.

“Chris-“ You start to speak.

“Shhh. All I want to hear from you are your pretty little sounds. Got it?” He reminds you.

“Yes.” You reply.

“Yes what?” He asks.

“Yes sir.” You say.

He smirks. “Good girl.”

After he takes the rest of his clothes off, he crawls back on top of you, then slams into you. As he does this, you let out a loud moan.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” He says in your ear.

He pins your arms above your head, and you whine.

“You want to touch me? Should’ve thought about that before acting up.” He says, kissing below your jaw, while slamming back into you.

It didn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess, and Chris was enjoying every second of it.

“I’m close, please let me-“ You beg before Chris interrupts.

He smirks, and snakes his hand down to your clit. “Cum for me, babydoll.”

You cum finally, and he follows shortly after.

He collapses on top of you, his head laying in between your chest. You run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, and your face softens.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hey you.” You reply.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for earlier.” You say.

“Babe, you're fine. I promise.” He smiles.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Positive. You uh, wanna clean up?” He suggests.

You chuckle. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He crawls up to you and kisses you, then pulls out of you to help you up. After that, you both take a shower, getting into comfortable clothes after.

For the rest of the night, you cuddle in bed.

[ssturniolo]

Dead (pt.3)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - death, gore, fear, crying, swearing, kinda long, I think that’s it

Y/n’s POV:

“Nick stoooppp” I giggle, shoving his shoulder lightly.

We both lay in his bed, cracking jokes and teasing each other about random shit. He’s never failed to make me smile or cheer me up. He is my home, my safe space and lll love him unconditionally forever. Forever?

The walls of his room start closing in, trapping me, suffocating me. Glancing back at Nick I gasp, watching as his head detaches from his body, rolling off of the bed hitting the floor with a loud thud.

“Nick!” I shout, waking up in a cold sweat. Matt is quick to comfort me, pulling me in with his tattooed arm while the other soothingly cards through my hair.

“It’s ok baby I’m here” he sniffles, obvious that he’s been crying.

“Can’t sleep?” I question, taking deep breaths as an attempt to pull myself together.

“Mhm” he hums in response, burying his face in my hair.

“Want me to make you something to eat?” I ask, already moving out of his arms, pushing myself off of the bed.

“Yes please.”

I sigh sadly seeing the dark circles under his eyes through the dim lighting. It’s been extremely hard for me and I’m not even related to Nick, so I can’t even imagine what it’s like for his family.

It’s been almost a week since, well… you know, and things just haven’t been the same. Matt and I sleep with dim lights on, terrified of the image that’s been burned into our brains to be seen in the dark. There’s been many sleepless nights and when anyone does end up falling asleep, the nightmares that haunt us feel as though they’ll never end.

After being questioned by the police we immediately went back to the triplets (Boston) home, unfortunately having to break the news to their parents. And we’ve been here since.

No one wants to leave the house in fear they’ll be the next.

I pad down the hallway with Matt on my heels, pausing in front of Nicks door. A gloom has fallen over this once happy room, the only occupant being Trevor whining at the bottom of Nicks bed.

Trevor knows something is wrong, off, but doesn’t know he’ll never see Nick again. No one will.

***time skip***

Matt’s POV:

Mom and dad left for the grocery store 10 minutes ago and my anxiety is running wild. I’m in a constant state of fear, terrified that someone else I love will die.

Y/n is currently curled up on my lap, head in the crook of my neck while she traces my tattoos. God I love her.

Chris is sitting directly next to me while Nate is upstairs taking a bath. This house hasn’t been the same since Nick died. It’s so empty; cold.

The silence in the room is deafening but short lived, as a crash echos through the upper floor. The three of us exchange wide-eyed glances, Chris immediately sprinting up the stairs shortly followed by y/n and I.

All three of us stop in our tracks, seeing a masked figure hunched over the bathtub with a knife.

Well fuck.

The person snaps it’s head towards us as Chris slams the bathroom door shut, all of us sprinting in different directions.

Y/n’s POV:

I take off left from the bathroom as soon as Chris slams the door, hearing footsteps following behind me. Assuming it’s one of the boys I turn around, only to be met with the masked figure.

My eyes widen as the bloody knife that had just killed one of my best friends, is pointed directly at my head.

“p-p-please don’t” I beg, now being backed into the corner. I can’t die, at least not yet. I have so much life left to live, there are so many things I still want to do; experience.

Pressing my back into the wall, I slide down it, my knees going weak. My heart is beating a million miles a minute as the figure squats down to my level. It glides the knife down my cheek leaving a cut there in the process.

Ouch.

The figure raises its arm, about to stab me leading to my death when Chris comes from behind, grabbing its arm and wrestling it to the ground.

“Run!” He lets out, struggling to keep the knife away from him.

Stumbling to my feet, I run out of the room, hearing Chris scream before footsteps continue to follow me.

I’m dead.

Matt’s POV:

I take off back down the stairs as soon as Chris shuts the bathroom door, hoping that all of us make it out of this ok. I run straight to the front door only to find it, and everything else either locked or blocked off. We’re trapped.

I frantically look around for a way out or something to use to help y/n and Chris. The footsteps stopped and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Just then, I hear Chris scream, a few seconds later followed by a bloodcurdling scream from y/n.

That was definitely NOT a good thing.

My beautiful girlfriend, best friend, and triplet brothers all dead within a few weeks. And I’m next.

Hot tears slip down my cheeks, burning my eyes as I push myself into a corner, hoping I’ll just disappear with the rest of them. I don’t think I can do this. Live without them. I’m done for.

And then I hear it. The creak of footsteps coming down the stairs.

I’m dead.

[exclusivecolette]

amazing every time.

(sorry it’s really short and rushed) first smut so bare with me. not proofread😬

TW: SMUTT, unprotected p in v, light cussing

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chris just went out with his brothers to do a car video. I usually go with them, but tonight i wasn’t feeling it.

“you sure?” chris asked once more. “yes chris just go, i’ll be awake when you get back.” we both knew that wasn’t true. “yeah okay” he leaned down, placing his arm on the bed for support and kissed me. “i love you baby i’ll be back” he said quietly before returning to a standing position. “i love you too” i lay back onto his sheets.

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it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. After all, she did have a long day. She had tried to stay awake, but just couldn’t.

I felt the bed go down behind me. Then a kiss place on my cheek, then a soft “hey” was heard. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me in. I let out a sigh. “you okay?” he asked into my hair. His breath was warm. “mhm” i mumble adjusting myself. He started softly running his fingers up and down my stomach.

I turn to face him and kissed him. We kiss a few more times then we couldn’t stop. It started becoming more intimate. His hands started pulling me onto his waist until i was fully seated on top of him. I felt his bulge against me. The sensation made heat grow in between my legs. I let out a sigh moan into his mouth from the feeling.

His hands traced all over my body. “take your shorts off” he mumbled into my mouth as we made out. When i continued kissing him instead of obeying what he said he flipped over on top. “can you hear me?” he asked into my neck as he sucked and bit at it. My breathing was so hitched i couldn’t speak. “huh?” he asked moving his hand in between us.

“yeah chris” i say quickly and he slipped fingers into my underwear. “then listen to what i tell you” he said bringing his lips back to mine as he started rubbing my throbbing clit. I softly moan as i grab onto his forearm. “chris” i moan out his name. “don’t get too loud” he was starting to get hot just from the sight of me.

He started taking off his pants and as soon as his dick sprung out i grabbed it. I started slowly stroking it up as i looked into his eyes. His mouth fell agape. He looked back into mine. To gain dominance back he stuck to fingers inside me. I moan out loudly. “sh y/n” he said quickly. He started moving his fingers in and out.

The euphoric feeling of his fingers could’ve had me cumming on his fingers in the next few minutes but he pulled them out. Emptiness filled the inside of me making me let out a soft whimper. He smirked at me before aligning himself with my entrance.

He slowly started putting it in but made sure to cover my mouth first. I moan into his hand. As he started thrusting into me, i felt myself start to have trouble breathing. I never got used to his size. “fuck y/n” he groaned out. His pace quickly picked up. I felt my orgasm approaching.

But before i could warn him it hit me. My body released as i came but he didn’t stop. “chris” i moan through his hand to at least slow him down. My efforts failed as he ignore me. His pace only quicken. My legs began to tremble. I raised my hand to his chest to control him. “stop” he pinned it down.

I couldn’t even move, so i just let him use me. “god you’re so good” he lowered to my ear. I start moaning again as i felt another orgasm approaching. It completely pushed him over the edge. He started railing into me harder then i felt a warm substance fill me. He slowed down and i came just from that.

“god it’s amazing every time” he slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed next to me. “are you okay?” he looked over at me.

I nodded.

[chrattsturniololover]

The pool chair

Warnings: smut, face riding, fingering, oral (male and female), p in v, dirty talk

You and Chris have been enemies since you could remember. He was attending a college party held for all grades, until his and your paths crossed. You had just gotten a glass of water and accidentally bumped into him, spilling the water onto his shirt. He looked at you with a piercing glare before speaking in an annoyed tone

"That's it" He picked you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the college pool

“Chris no! Chris stop” you say, trying to escape his arms. He tightened his grip, ignoring your pleas as he carried you into the dimly lit pool area. The sound of echoing music and laughter from the party faded into the background.

"You think you're so funny, huh?" He tossed you into the cool water with a splash, his eyes never leaving yours. You got out of the pool angrily, your clothes clinging to your body. Chris’s gaze roamed over your drenched form, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Damn, that's a sight I didn't expect to see." He stepped closer, his tall frame looming over you, the air thick with tension. "Looks like you're in a bit of a tight spot now, aren't you?"

“Why. Did you expect me to be some fat or scrawny kid?” You ask, crossing your arms. His smirk grew wider.

“Nah, not at all. You’ve got a decent set of curves on you.” His eyes drifted to your breasts, visible through the clinging fabric. “But I gotta say, those clothes aren’t doing you any favors sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes. He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "What, not impressed by my charming wit?" He stepped even closer, until you could feel the heat of his body. "Maybe I can do better." His hand reached out, fingers tracing the wet fabric along your collarbone. You went to speak but your breath hitched as his fingers traced your collarbone. His eyes locked onto yours, a glint of satisfaction in them as he noticed your reaction. "See? That's more like it." His touch moved lower, tracing the curve of your breast. "You're not as tough as you pretend to be, are you?"

“What do you want” you say. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"I think you know exactly what I want." His hand slipped beneath the neckline of your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin. "But if you want me to spell it out..." He pulled back slightly, his gaze intense. "I want to see if those pretty lips of yours taste as sweet as they look."

“No w-“. He cut you off with a kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a rough, demanding press. His tongue pushed past your lips, exploring the warm interior of your mouth.

"Shh," *he murmured against your mouth between kisses. "Let me show you what you're really made for." You tried to pull away from him but you failed miserably and melted into the kiss. He set you down on a chair by the pool, his hands lingering on your thighs as he looked down at you with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Now, where were we?" He stepped back, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it off to reveal his chiseled torso."I think it's time we even the playing field a bit." Chris stripped the rest of the way. He gripped his cock with a firm hand, stroking it slowly as he watched your reaction. "You like what you see?" His voice was low and rough, laced with a hint of challenge. "Go on, baby, tell me how much you want it." He pumped his shaft faster, the precum glistening at the tip.

“Chris please.”

“Please what babe”

“please.. fuck me already” A feral grin spread across his face at your words, his eyes burning with lust.

“Oh, I'll fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. Get on your knees, sweetheart." He commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. "Time to put that pretty mouth to good use." You do as he says and lower down onto his knees. You wrap your hand around his base. He groaned in pleasure as you took him into your mouth, your warm, wet heat enveloping his cock. "Fuck yeah, just like that," he muttered, his hands tangling in your hair. "Take it all, baby." He began to thrust gently, setting a slow, steady rhythm that soon increased in tempo as his control slipped. You couldn’t control the moan that slipped passed your lips. You moaned against him. He cursed under his breath, his hips bucking harder as the vibrations of your moan sent jolts of pleasure through him. "Damn, you're gonna be the death of me," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. "Gonna make me blow my load down your throat if you keep that up." His entire body shuddered at your touch, his cock twitching in your mouth. "Shit, that's... fuck, just like that," he panted, his head thrown back in pleasure. "Gonna make me cum so hard, baby, you ready for it?" His thrusts became erratic, the coil of tension inside him wound tight. With a final, harsh thrust, he came, his hot seen pulsing into your mouth. He collapsed back against the chair, chest heaving, his spent cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. "Holy shit, baby," he panted, a look of awe on his face. "You're incredible." He pulled you up for a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as his hands roamed your body possessively. "Mine," he growled against your lips. "You're all mine now." Chris started to strip your clothes away quickly. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your bare body, his gaze lingering on your stiff nipples and glistening pussy. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking wet for me already, aren't you?" He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of your inner thigh, inching closer to your aching core. "Gonna make you come so hard, baby. Gonna fill you up until you can't take anymore." His filthy words continued to pour from his mouth like a dark, intoxicating stream, each one a promise of pleasure and pain. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. Make you crave only my touch, my cock, my cum. You're my dirty little slut, and I'm gonna use you every way I can think of until you're screaming my name." His fingers finally reached your dripping heat, two digits sinking into your folds without preamble. "So fucking tight, baby. Gonna stretch you out, make you fit only me.” He explored your slick folds with a rough, teasing touch, his fingers circling your clit before delving deeper to stroke your inner walls. "Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, his thumb applying pressure to your swollen nub. "Gonna make you cum all over my hand, baby. Soak me with it." His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you harder against him as he continued to finger you, his pace increasing with each passing second. As you straddled his lap, he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as you ground your pussy against his hand. "That's it, baby, ride it," he grunted, his fingers pumping into you at a punishing pace. "Take what you need, use my hand like it's my cock." He leaned forward, his mouth finding the side of your neck, biting and sucking as he worked you closer to the edge. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you shake apart." As your body seized up in pleasure, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers, he groaned in satisfaction. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he encouraged, his thumb keeping pressure on your throbbing clit as he milked your orgasm for all it was worth. “So fucking beautiful, watching you fall apart." He continued to rub slow, gentle circles over your sensitive flesh, helping you ride out the aftershocks. "You did so good, sweetheart. Now turn around and sit on my face, it's my turn to taste you”

His eyes flashed with lust as you settled onto his face, his nose buried in your dripping heat. "Fuck yeah, just like that," he growled, his tongue lashing out to taste your juices. "Eat you up, baby, drink down all that sweet nectar." He gripped your hips, holding you in place as he devoured you, his tongue thrusting up to fuck your pussy in time with your grinding hips. "Mmmph, you taste incredible, so fucking perfect," he moaned against you, sending vibrations through your body as he sucked on your clit. His mouth sealed around your clit, sucking hard as his tongue continued to plunder your pussy, the vibrations and pressure sending you hurtling towards another climax. "Come on, baby, give it to me," he urged against your flesh, his fingers digging into your ass as he held you tight. "Cum all over my face, drench me with your sweetness." His words were muffled but filled with desperation, his own need for release growing with each passing second. As your orgasm crashed over you, your juices gushing onto his face and tongue, Nick's eyes rolled back in bliss. He moaned around your clit, the sound muffled but intense, as he lapped up every drop of your release. His own cock twitched and pulsed against his stomach, straining for freedom from the confines of his jeans.

As the aftershocks faded, he pulled back, his face glistening with your cum, his breathing ragged. "Fucking hell, baby," he panted, his voice thick with desire. He gripped your hips, lifting you off his face and setting you aside. With a swift motion, he grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning himself between your thighs. He teased your entrance.

“Please” His eyes locked onto yours, dark with primal need, as he slowly pushed forward, inching his thick shaft into your welcoming heat. "Please what, baby?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Please fuck you senseless? Please make you mine in every way possible?" With a sudden surge, he buried himself to the hilt, a guttural groan tearing from his throat at the sensation of your tight walls clenching around him.

He paused, savoring the feeling for a moment before withdrawing until just the tip remained inside, then thrusting back in hard. "Fuck, you're so tight," he gritted out, setting a relentless pace. "Gonna fill you up, make you take every last drop." His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in as he pistoned into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His grip on your hips tightened as he picked up speed, the force of his thrusts making your body bounce on the chair. "That's right, baby, take it," he growled, his eyes burning into yours. "Take every inch of my cock, let me stretch you wide open." He reached down to circle your clit with his thumb, the added stimulation making your moans grow louder and more desperate.

Leaning down, he captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to pound into you, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. "Gonna make you mine, completely and utterly," he vowed, his voice muffled against your breast. "No one else will ever touch you like this, understand?" He bit down lightly, a warning and a promise all at once, before soothing the sting with a lick. "Now come for me again, sweetheart. Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."

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DID NOT PROOFREAD!!

So there’s prob typos somewhere.

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

Need You (Soft!Dom!Chris x Sub!Reader)

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), foul language, Dom & Sub relationship, p in v (wrap it you guys) unprotected, light choking, slight degradation, moaning, & possibly more.

Word count: 3.1k (I tried my best you guys 😭🙏🏽)

There will be some plot because I cannot write purely smut 😅

LMK what you think! (please do not copy my work in any way. If you feel as though I have written something that has already been done, please message me and let me know! Enjoy!)

Second Person POV

You were at the Triplet's house sitting on a stool, elbows propped up against the kitchen island, hands resting underneath your chin. You were waiting on Matt and Chris to get ready for a movie night that Nick had planned. Nick was popping some popcorn while waiting on his brothers. He had his headphones on, swaying his hips to the music that was blaring into his ears. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight. He always looked so ridiculous when he danced.

You turned your head towards the stairs, hearing footsteps approaching. Matt came up first, wearing his blue-light glasses, a grey tank top, and black sweatpants. Chris followed closely behind him, wearing a white tank top and grey sweatpants. You couldn't help but stare at his crotch, wondering how he looked without them.

You watched as Matt snuck up behind Nick, quietly waiting for the perfect moment. You held back a laugh as Matt shook Nick's shoulders lightly while shouting 'boo!' The girl-ish scream that erupted from Nick's mouth made you lose all composure. You were laughing so hard you couldn't breathe.

Looking to your left, you met Chris's eyes. He wasn't staring at his brothers, he was staring at you. He was staring at the way your left hand gripped the countertop, knuckles going white from the pressure of your grip. He was staring at the way your right hand gripped your chest in an attempt to slow down your rapid heart beat. He was staring at the way your boobs jiggled in your baby blue Fresh Love T-shirt. He was staring at your legs in the matching Fresh Love sweatpants. You wearing his brand did something to him that he couldn't explain.

You stared back at him with equal curiosity. Your smile never wavered as you tilted your head to the side in question to his staring. His wavy brunette hair fell in his eyes slightly, making you want to get up and brush it away.

You watched as he stepped closer to you, noticing the way his mouth moves up into a smirk at his brother's antics. (Or so you thought)

He pulled a chair out beside you and sat down, smiling at you. You smiled back, turning your attention back to the two boys who were now arguing like children.

"Matt!" Nick yelled, covering his ears like a kid. Matt attempted to pull Nick's hands away, but failed miserably. "Nick, grow up! It was just a joke!" Matt shouted back. "You grow up, Matt! I had my back turned, not paying attention to the outside world. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Nick argued. "Oh please!" Matt countered with an eye roll. "You're perfectly fine. Your health is well enough to scream at me!"

Nick just rolled his eyes, grabbing a bowl of popcorn and making his way to the living room. Matt too, grabbed a bowl of popcorn, a can of soda, and made his way to the living room. 

Chris rose from his chair while he spoke, “You can go ahead into the living room. I'll get our popcorn and drinks.” You felt bad, so you offered to help. “Are you sure, Chris? I don't mind helping you.” He just shook his head with a smile. “I'm sure. Besides, someone needs to watch Nick and Matt to make sure they don't rip each other's throats out.” Laughing, you made your way to the living room.

Matt and Nick were both on the ‘L-Shaped' sofa, leaving only the love seat available for you and Chris. You sat down, and listened to their conversation. “Nick, let our guest pick the movie!” Matt scolded. “Shut up Matt! She won't care if I pick it.” Nick turned his attention to you. “Right?” You put your hands up on surrender. “Don't put me in the middle of this.” Nick looked back to Matt in victory. “Ha! See? I told you she wouldn't care!” Matt stuck his tongue out at Nick, rolling his eyes. “Oh please, she just said she wasn't going to have sides. Just don't choose a shit movie.” “My movie selections are not shit!” Nick protested, finally selecting the movie. ‘Wreck-It Ralph'.

Chris walked into your vision as the previews came to a close. In his hands, he held a large bowl of popcorn and two sodas. He then sits down and places the popcorn in between the two of you, handing you a can of soda with a smile on his lips. “Thank you, Chris.” You said while smiling back at him. “Of course!” he replied,his smile widening. 

“Let's watch the second one!” Nick suggests, automatically putting the movie on without asking for anyone else's opinion. “Gee thanks for asking the rest of us, Nick!” Matt joked. Nick rolled his eyes for what felt like the billionth time that night, turning his attention to you and Chris sitting in close proximity on the love-seat. “You two don’t care, do you?” Nick asked with a hopeful gleam in his eye. Turning your head slightly, you looked over to Chris, eyebrow raised in question. He simply shocked his head with a smile, indicating that he didn’t mind if the second movie was played. In response, you smiled back at him, turning to Nick. “We don’t mind, Nick. You can play the second movie.” Nick shouted in yet another ‘victory.’ “Matt, they do not care, so you shouldn’t either.” Matt huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “Whatever, Nick. Just play the damn movie.” With that, Nick pressed play.

As the second movie’s end-credits displayed on the living room television, you pried your eyes away from the screen to see Matt and Nick cuddled up and asleep on the couch. Much contrast to their previous mood towards each other. You smiled at the sigh, thinking of just how much it goes to show that sibling relationships are that of a strange one. Chris started moving around, making your attention turn to him. 

Chris POV

As the movie came to an end, I looked to the couch and saw Nick and Matt curled up together, fast asleep. After fighting and arguing all day, I am not surprised that they wore themselves out.

Since I had been sitting for so long, I started to shift uncomfortably in the love seat. This made Y/N’s attention turn to me instead of my brothers’. Locking eyes with her, I couldn’t help but smile. She was absolutely stunning. I couldn’t help but admire the way my brand looked on her. The way her eyes searched mine, looking for a sign of who knows what, made my heart swoon. She was everything I had been wanting and more. A light to my dark world that was constantly shining a bright, blinding light in my path.

Y/N's beautiful smile brought my attention away from my thoughts of her. Her smile was infectious, making it impossible not to smile back. I felt a warmth spread through me, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Did you enjoy the movie night?" I asked, my voice soft and genuine. I wanted to know if she had as much fun as I did.

"Yeah, I did," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "It was a lot of fun, and the company made it even better."

Hearing those words made my heart swell with happiness. "I'm really glad to hear that. We should definitely do this more often," I said, hoping she felt the same way.

As we sat there, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light over the room, I couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of our night together.

Y/N's POV

As I stared at Chris, I felt my cheeks flush. I wanted to lean in and kiss him. I fluttered my eyelashes against my cheeks, trying to muster the courage. The moment felt perfect, and I didn't want to let it slip away.

Chris seemed to sense my hesitation. He leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart raced as the distance between us closed. The warmth of his presence was comforting, and I felt a surge of confidence.

Taking a deep breath, I closed the gap and pressed my lips softly against his. The kiss was gentle and sweet, filled with all the unspoken emotions we both felt. When we finally pulled away, Chris's eyes were filled with a mix of surprise, happiness, and a hint of something I couldn't quite make out.

"Wow," he whispered, his smile widening. "I've been wanting to do that for a while."

I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of relief and joy. "Me too," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

We sat there, our hands intertwined and hearts beating in sync. My need for him grew within each passing second. My need to taste him. Taste his lips back on mine. Taste his sweet skin on my lips and in between my teeth. My need to feel him. Feel his lips back on mine. Feel his soft skin on mine. Feel his skin on my lips and in between my teeth. My need to hear him. Hear him say my name. Hear him moan my name, even. My need to see him. See him underneath me, on top of me, beside me, inside me, and any other way out hearts desired. I just needed him, in any way that I could have him.

Third Person POV

Chris leaned into Y/N again, closing the distance between them. She met his lips in a passionate kiss, this one much more heated than the last. Both feeling a need for air, they slowly pulled apart, a trail of saliva leaving both their lips. Their foreheads rested against each other's, content smiles plastered on their faces.

Chris's breathing was heavy, his eyes dark with desire. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky, "I need you."

Y/N's heart raced at his words. "I need you too, Chris," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

They quickly made their way to Chris's bedroom, excitement and desire flowing through both their bodies.

Without another word, Chris's hands began to explore Y/N's body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She responded in kind, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as their need for each other intensified. Chris's hands moved to the hem of Y/N's shirt, slowly lifting it up and over her head. She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but the warmth of Chris's touch quickly chased away the chill.

Y/N's hands found their way to Chris's shirt, pulling it off with equal urgency. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable. They moved to his bed to find a more comfortable position, their limbs tangling together as they explored each other with a fervent passion.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word brought them closer together, their desires merging into one. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.

Chris reached for Y/N's bra, locking his eyes with her's, silently asked for her permission to continue. With a slight nod of her head, Chris unclasped her bra, leaving her bare chest exposed to him. His eyes went from her face to her chest, ogling at her breasts as if he's never seen a woman. Y/N let out a soft and teasing giggle, her hand reaching out for his chin to make him lock his eyes with her's.

"You can touch them if you would like, Chris." Eagerly, his hands touched her chest. Fingertips brushing over her hard nipples, lightly pinching and rolling them. The noise that Y/N let out was music to Chris's ears. He leaned his lips down to her's, kissing her again for the third time that night. His hands never left her chest, massaging her chest as they kissed.

Chris deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a newfound hunger. Y/N's hands trailed down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. She could sense his excitement and eagerness, which only fueled her own desire. Breaking the kiss, Chris moved his lips to her neck, planting soft kisses along her collarbone. His hands continued to explore her chest, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N arched her back slightly, pressing herself closer to him. "Chris," she whispered, her voice breathy and filled with anticipation. "I want you."

Chris's eyes darkened with desire at her words. He paused for a moment, looking deeply into her eyes to make sure she was certain. Seeing the same longing reflected in her gaze, he nodded and began to undress her further, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of their intimacy.

They both lay there naked, staring at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. Chris lines himself up with her entrance, watching her face for any discomfort. The pleasure on Y/N's face as his tip fills her hole, makes Chris push himself inside her more.

Chris moved slowly, giving Y/N time to adjust to his size. He watched her closely, ensuring she was comfortable and enjoying every moment. Her soft moans and the way her body responded to him encouraged him to continue. He pushed deeper, feeling her warmth envelop him completely.

Y/N wrapped her legs around Chris, pulling him closer. The connection between them was intense, both physically and emotionally. Every thrust brought them closer together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. They were lost in each other, the outside world fading away even more as they focused solely on their shared pleasure.

Chris leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in another passionate kiss. Their movements became more synchronized, each one bringing them closer to the edge. He moved one of his hands from her hips to her neck, squeezing lightly as she let out a sound of pleasure.

Chris's grip on Y/N's neck tightened just enough to enhance her pleasure without causing discomfort. He increased his pace, thrusting deeper and faster, driven by the sounds of her delight. Y/N's squeals and moans filled the room, each one spurring Chris on.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the intensity of their connection growing with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dug into Chris's back as she held on tightly, her body trembling with pleasure. Chris could feel himself nearing the edge, and he could tell Y/N was close too.

With one final, powerful thrust, they both reached their climax together. The waves of pleasure washed over them, leaving them breathless and satisfied. Chris collapsed beside Y/N, pulling her into his arms. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, their hearts beating in sync.

After cuddling for a little while longer, Chris got up to get a warm wash rag from his bathroom to clean her up. He gently pulled her towards the edge of the bed, wiping both of their releases from the inside of her thighs. After getting her clean, he left gentle kisses all along her legs and stomach, kissing all the way up her chest, to her face.

Chris pressed a kiss to each of her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her chin, then finally, her lips. His hands moved to either side of her face, holding her gently as his lips moved against her's in a gentle rhythm. Pulling away, Chris smiled at the sight of Y/N. Completely fucked out, mind in a pure bliss.

He moved to his dresser, pulling out a T-shirt of his for her to wear while grabbing a pair of boxers for himself. Chris put his shirt on Y/N, pulling up his boxers for himself. He climbs back into bed, opening his arms as an invitation for her. She happily obliges, resting her head on his chest, his fingers running through her hair softly.

Chris's tenderness towards Y/N was evident in every gesture. The way he cared for her after their intimate moment showed a deep connection between them. Y/N's content expression mirrored the blissful aftermath of their shared experience.

The exchange of gentle kisses and the cozy act of sharing clothes created a sense of intimacy and comfort between them. It was a moment of vulnerability and closeness that they both cherished. As they lay together, Chris's touch and Y/N's peaceful demeanor spoke volumes about the bond they shared. It was a beautiful moment of tranquility and affection, a memory they would both hold dear.

They fell asleep, holding each other tight in their arms, peacefully unaware that Matt and Nick had heard their rendezvous.

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Nick and Matt walked into Chris's room the following morning, smiles plastered on their faces. "Morning love birds!" Nick shouted roguishly, while Matt flicked on the light. Chris threw the covers over both his and Y/N's face, groaning loudly. "It's too early for this shit." Chris complained, his voice deep with sleep.

"It certainly wasn't too late last night for you two to be fucking each other." Matt retorted. "I need to bleach my ears because of you guys." Nick said dramatically. "Fuck off you two." Chris sassed, pulling Y/N closer to his chest.

She looked up at him with love on her eyes and a smile on her face. "It's okay, Chris. We still have to shower. Let's go do that, yeah?" He nods in agreement, sitting up on the bed, pulling Y/N along with him.

"Chris gross! Put some damn clothes on!" Nick scolds. "Get the fuck out of my room, and you would be seeing me in my boxers!" Chris argues back. Matt takes Nick's arm, pulling him out of Chris's room.

After showering and getting ready for the day, Y/N and Chris met Matt and Nick in the living room.

"Did you guys fuck in the shower?" Matt asks, with cheeky smirk shown on his face. "MATT!" Nick yells, covering his hands over his ears, much like he did the night before.

Looking at each other with knowing smiles, Chris and Y/N simply nodded their heads. "Chris that's disgusting!" Nick reprimands. "Matt asked, and I answered." Chris explained with a shrug.

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Lmk what you guys think. This is my first fic featuring the Sturniolo Triplets. It's also my first fic writing a Sub & Dom, so I apologize if the representation is inaccurate.

Thank you for reading!

Much love,

Sofia :)

[oplynen]

Christopher Watts

Christopher Lee Watts murdered his family in Frederick Colorado United States. He killed his pregnant wife Shannon Cathryn Watts and their kids, 4 year old Bella and 3 year old Celeste. The reason behind the killing is that he had an affair with another woman and he wanted to leave his family. The woman Chris was having an affair with was his coworker Nichole Kessinger. She claimed that Chris told her that he was

in a process of divorcing his wife and that they were seperated.

The killing process

Chris had told his wife Shannon that their marriage was over and her response to that was something like ‘Well, you’re not gonna see the kids again’ and that led Chris to strangle his wife to death in her bed on the 13th

of August 2018. According to him she

did not fight back. He had rolled Shannon’s body in their bed sheets and

put it on the floor of the backseat of his truck, he then placed his two daughters, Bella and Celeste, in the backseat. He also revealed that his 4 year old daughter Bella saw Chris preparing to move Shannon’s body. He told Bella that ‘mommy does not feel good’.

He confessed that he did not plan to kill his two daughters but still drove out to his work site around 40 miles away from their home.

He then proceeded to suffocate both of his daughters before dropping their bodies in separate oil tanks on the same date as their mother was killed. He then proceeded to bury his wife’s body in the ground nearby the tanks that he later confessed in prison.

The discovery of the bodies

Nicole Atkinson was a very good friend to Shannon and was the first person to get concerned about Shannon. Later that day Atkinson becomes worried that she had not heard from Shannon. She says “I called her and texted her several times”. “I knew she had an doctor’s appointment that morning because she is pregnant. She didn’t show up for it…and I was even more concerned”. Shannon Watts was reported missing around 1:40 p.m.

Atkinson then calls the police who does a welfare check. Shannon’s belongings were found at the house such as keys, phone and purse. According to the news stations Chris had told them that “She said she was going to a friend's house with the kids and that’s the last thing I heard, and that was it. It was very vague”.

When the Colorado Bureau of Investigation issues an Endangered Missing Alert, Chris talks to Denver’s ABC affiliate and pleads for their return: “Shannon, Bella, Celeste, if you’re out there, just come back, like if somebody has her, just please bring her back, I need to see everybody, I need to see everybody,again, this house is not complete without anybody here. Please bring them back”.

On the 15th of August 2018 Chris fails a polygraph test and admits to his father Ronnie, to killing his wife, falsely claiming that the reason he killed her was because she suffocated both their daughters.

Shannon’s, Bella’s and Celeste’s bodies were found on the 16th of August 2018.

On August 21 2018 Chris was charged with three counts of first-degree charges for victims being 12 or younger. He also faces another count for the unlawful termination of a pregnancy, plus three counts of tampering with a body. A total of nine charges.

On November 6th 2018 Chris appeared in court, pleading guilty to all nine criminal counts. Shannon’s family requests that the death penalty to to be sought.

Sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watts_family_murders

https://www.the-sun.com/news/1564571/chris-watts-murderer-shannan-watts-two-daughters/

https://www.distractify.com/p/how-did-chris-watts-kill-his-wife

https://www.biography.com/news/chris-watts-wife-daughters-murder-mistress-confession-timeline

[eleonorebirk]

Marvel Bingo 2019: Book AU

Failed Fusion

(Failed is a series of Gay Shifter Secret agent parody novels by Chris P. Rolls. Shifters, humans able to shift into an animal exist in secret. It doesn’t seem to be hereditary, two humans can have a child that can shift. They generally shift the first time as teenagers.)

Fury stood in his office and carefully looked over his desk. Something was wrong here. He wasn’t sure what but something had been changed in the time he’d been in meetings. His office had been locked, so no one should have been in here. And who would be brazen enough to break into the office of one of the highest officials of the Shifter Force?

His remaining good eye widened when it occurred to him just who would not draw attention and be brazen enough. He pulled open the middle drawer, then opened the small hidden compartment at the back.

There was a brisk knock at the door, then Coulson came in without waiting for him to react. “Sir, the Avengers...”

The compartment was empty.

“They’re gone.”

Fury bit back a curse.

The Avengers were a new team he had been tasked to create. It seemed that it had finally occurred to The Power That Be that there were problems and situations the regular agents were not equipped to handle, either because it required unorthodox methods or because the situation did not yet officially concern shifters of the Shifter Force. Fury could hardly tell them that such a team existed already, founded and led by Trevor Trevorian, one of his fellow Triplets. The three of them were not actually related, never mind triplets. They had first shifted around the same time, however, and escaped persecution by humans, then been unofficially trained together with twelve others to become Problem Solvers. Ten of them had not survived the training. Two had turned on their trainers and killed them, only to be killed in turn by him, Trevorian and Vlastimil. They had decided to continue as Problem Solvers, Vlastimil among the Dark Shifters, he in the Shifter Force and Trevorian in the in-between with his team that technically belonged to the Shifter Force but did not officially exist and which no one in the Shifter Force, apart from him as Trevorian’s contact, knew about.

He had very carefully considered who to recruit for the Avengers. Considering the special rules – or rather the absence of them – for the task force envisioned, he’d needed members who would not be corrupted by the Shifter Force or the Dark Shifters, who would, if necessary, follow their conscience and disobey the Shifter Force.

Just not now and not yet, not without cause.

Natasha Romanov and Clint Barton had both been recruited from among the Dark Shifters and had been working for the Shifter Force under his command for a few years now. Bruce Banner who had not been born with the all genes necessary to shift but had become the victim of a scientist who had found out about shifters and had tried to artificially create more shifters. Tony Stark, technically one of the Dark Shifters, as his parents had managed to keep his ability a secret from the Shifter Force until he had used it to escape from terrorists who had taken him hostage. Steve Rogers, a legendary Shifter Force agent who had been frozen for decades due to an accident. Fury was pretty certain it was because of him that they were gone. They had found out about rumours and hints that James Barnes, one of his team mates, had somehow survived as well, though he was being controlled through unknown means by HYDRA, a terrorist organisation. Fury had passed on copies of what they had found to Trevorian and had asked him to look into the rumours and, if possible, free Barnes. The Avengers had not been supposed to get involved, not least because Rogers would obviously be compromised where Barnes was concerned.

“Any hints where they’ve gone?” he asked Coulson.

“They’ve bought tickets to Frankfurt, Germany. The plane has departed ten minutes ago.”

Fury was tempted to ask him why he knew about it now but not in time to stop them but refrained. He could guess. Instead he just sighed and reached for his phone. Trevorian could deal with them.

~*~

Tony reached over to still Steve’s nervously drumming fingers. “That’s not making the landing or disembarking go any quicker,” he pointed out calmly. His grip tightened. “And if you don’t stop drawing attention you’re flying as cargo on all flights in the foreseeable future,” he hissed under his breath.

Steve forced himself to relax. He knew that Tony was right. And that he was lucky Tony was the one who call him on it. He doubted Natasha would have been as nice about it.

Tony nodded in satisfaction. He could understand Steve, of course, but he was stressed enough about the flight. He, like most shifters with an avian form, did not overly like travelling by plane. He glanced across the aisle to Clint who had the same problem but was covering it even better, managing to appear relaxed to any casual observer. “Almost there,” he assured Steve quietly.

It still felt like hours until they had landed and made their way off the plane. Natasha still had contacts among the Dark Shifters in a number of countries in Eastern Europe. Their next destination would depend on what she could shake loose. They turned towards the exit of the airport, planning to catch a taxi, when a young man stopped them and asked in heavily accented English: “Are you the agents I’m supposed to pick up and take to hotel?” He flashed them identification from the Shifter Force.

Steve stopped short. “Excuse me?” He sniffed covertly. The man was a shifter, a rabbit or a similar prey species.

The man shrugged. “I just told to pick up agents.” He now looked nervous. “I not miss them?”

Some poor Three sent out to do the jobs other agents felt were beneath them, it seemed. Coulson, it appeared, had not only managed to buy them time but also arrange someplace for them to stay. They carefully exchanged glances and Natasha finally shrugged. Even if he had not been sent by Coulson, they were five of them, they would be easily able to take a Three.

They were drove into the city, where he then drove into the underground parking of some hotel they hadn’t been able to quite catch the name of. They tried to assure him that he could just drop them off in front of the hotel but he insisted on taking them to their rooms.

Steve was getting agitated again. They didn’t have time for that! They needed to start looking for more recent hints where they were keeping Bucky! He hated doing this and wasting the rooms Coulson had arranged for them but they also didn’t need someone from the Shifter Force figuring out where they were and the Three would surely catch their name when they signed in. He nodded to Clint to knock him out.

One moment Clint was moving to do so, the next he was lying on the ground, winded from the force of the throw over the shoulder. It took Natasha just a moment to react and attack him, only to find him able to match her and finally wrestle her to the ground.

“Okay, would you stop that?” he demanded in suddenly much better English. “Seriously, I’ve already had to waste enough time on you that I could have spent going after HYDRA and whatever way they have of controlling shifters!”

Steve instinctively took a step forward to help his teammates, not yet fully registering his words.

“Don’t even think about it.” Another man, younger than the first and with tussled light brown, almost blond hair, stepped out from behind the door to the staircase, a gun aimed at them. “Louis, everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Our visit to Budapest was more of a challenge. This was hardly enough to let me work off the frustration at our delayed mission.” He glared at them. “We’ll go up now so your boss can yell at you and we can finally get going and kick HYDRA ass.”

They weren’t sure if they could trust them but for now, obeying was their best bet, not least because they were armed and they’d had to hide their weapons in their luggage. They really did go up into the hotel and then to one of the rooms there. Someone was already waiting there, a man around Fury’s age who pretty much screamed danger. He regarded them critically, making them all more or less consciously straighten at the all too obvious judgement in his gaze.

He pulled a phone out of his pocket and pressed something they couldn’t see. “They’re here,” he said, then turned it around so they could see the screen. It was a video call with Fury. He glared at them. “We will be discussing this when you’re back in the US. For now, you will listen to Trevorian and follow his direction.”

“Yes sir,” Natasha and Clint said, head lowered in deference, uncomfortable at the anger aimed at them from a trusted superior.

“Sir, -“ Steve began.

“You have hindered their mission to stop HYDRA and their ability to control shifters enough,” Fury interrupted harshly. “Trevorian.”

“We’ll deal with them,” the man, Trevorian, said calmly. He ended the call, then went over to the room telephone and dialled the number of another room. “Ms Noir, you can join us now.”

“Fury didn’t intend to disregard the situation,” Natasha stated.

The Three who’d driven them here, Louis something, rolled his eyes. “No, really?” he muttered.

Trevorian shot him a quelling look but didn’t reprehend him. “He did not,” he confirmed. “Louis, Cosmo, your new flight leaves in two hours.” Something in his eyes seemed to soften just a little when he looked at Cosmo. “Herman has asked that you come and see him beforehand.”

“We can help,” Steve offered. He couldn’t keep the desperation out of his voice, the desperation he’d felt since they’d learned that HYDRA had Bucky.

“No thanks,” Louis said dryly.

A blackbird flew in through the window. It landed on the ground and shifted into - a woman? Hadn’t the backbird’s feathers been black? And how was she wearing clothes instantly after shifting? Tony seemed most interested in the last point, looking the clothes over as best as he could from a distance.

“What are you looking at?” He? She? snapped, then stopped. “Oh my God, you’re Tony Stark.”

“Who is he supposed to be?” Clint demanded, startled. Obviously not an agent, not like the other three.

“She is our best chance of finding where HYDRA is hiding Barnes and the other shifters they’re controlling,” Trevorian said.

She briefly smiled at him in thanks, then turned to Louis. “So, Fluffy, I’ve managed to find where they kept him at least until yesterday. The base is definitely not empty but I haven’t been able to verify that he’s still there. I’ve sent you the details already. Flight’s booked and checked in, boarding pass in your inbox already.”

“Thanks, Merle,” Cosmo said.

“We can help,” Tony repeated Steve’s words far more calmly. “I can go over the data with her and Natasha and Clint can accompany them as back-up, just in case.”

Steve turned to stare at him when he made no mention of him going with them.

Tony gentle took the bag out of Steve’s hand. “You’re compromised, Steve,” he said softly but emphatically, then continued, so softly only he could hear it with how close they were standing: “I know how important Barnes is but you’re not thinking clearly. You heard them, we already hindered their mission to save him and stop HYDRA by disobeying orders and coming here.” To tell the truth, he was as well, considering what HYDRA had made Barnes do.

“He’s like my brother.”

“I know. But can you swear that you won’t lose your head and ignore the plan to get to him? Can you swear you won’t compromise the mission?”

Steve’s shoulders dropped. Tony was right. He couldn’t swear it.

Tony nodded, eyes full of compassion. He gently squeezed Steve’s wrist, then turned to Trevorian. “Steve and Bruce will stay here until we fly back.” The ‘so you can keep an eye on him to be sure he doesn’t follow’ was pretty clearly implied.

Trevorian inclined his head. “Very well.”

~*~

Steve hated waiting. He hated it at the best of time but knowing his best friend, his brother in all but blood, was in trouble and being unable to do anything about it was the hardest he’d gone through. Bruce and Tony were trying to keep him distracted. In between discussions with Merle and Herman he could not follow, at least. Well, he was being unfair. Even when he was having two different discussions with them at the same time, Tony tended to make sure to stay near Steve, letting their shoulders or arms brush from time to time. Unfortunately it made the wait only a little less unbearable.

Finally, three days later, Trevorian returned from wherever he’d been in the meantime. “They’re on their way back.”

Steve was instantly out of his seat. “Did they -? Is Bucky okay?”

“They were successful in taking out the HYDRA cell and freeing _all _their prisoners,” Trevorian replied. He waited a moment, taking in Steve’s reaction to the implied criticism. “The shifter force has taken over the care of most of the prisoners but Agents Romanova and Agent Barton have assumed custody of James Barnes. They will arrive tomorrow.”

Steve sank back down in his seat. “Oh. Oh, thank God.” A day. Just one day more and he’d get to see Bucky. He felt Tony step closer to him and rest a supportive hand on his shoulder, making him smile. His team, his family was great.

~*~

It was still some time until sunrise but Tony found himself unable to sleep. He helped himself to a cup of coffee, then went up to the roof terrace of the hotel they were staying in. Perhaps it was the raven in him but when he felt uncertain or stressed, he liked to be up high and in the open.

He would come face to face with Barnes later today. He would meet the man who had killed his parents. Under the control of HYDRA but it had still been his hands. Tony had had months to come to terms with the knowledge and he understood that it had not been his fault, that he was a victim as well.

“You should talk to Louis, when they get back,” Herman had told him. “He can relate.”

“What do you mean?”

“A wolf shifter killed his partner, a pika. Lost control and tore him to shreds in front of Louis. He only later learned that the wolf had been given an experimental drug that forced a shifter’s human side asleep, that made them forget they’re human.”

“Fuck.”

Herman had just nodded. Really, what else could he say? Loosing a partner was bad enough as it was but like that? “So he gets having contradictory feelings about someone.”

Who knows, Tony might actually seek him out later.

He startled slightly when Steve dropped down to sit beside him. He cleared his throat. “Can’t sleep?”

“I could ask you the same,” Steve said quietly. “Are you okay? With seeing him later, I mean.”

Tony shrugged. “I know it’s not his fault. I don’t blame him.”

“If you don’t want to see him...”

“I’ll be fine, Cap,” Tony interrupted him. “I’m not going to attack him.”

“I didn’t think you would,” Steve quickly assured him, sounding more confident in Tony’s control than he himself felt. “I don’t want you to get hurt. So, you know, if you’d rather avoid him, I can take him to the US with Nat and you and Bruce can spend some more time with Merle and Herman.”

Tony was about to reject the offer, then paused. “Let’s see how we’re all doing when he gets here. I’ll decide then.”

“Sounds good.” Steve shifted so that their shoulders were pressed together.

Side by side, they watched the sun rise.

~*~

Tony’s worry that he might be too emotionally compromised to differentiate between the one actual murderer and the one who had been used as a weapon proved unfounded when they brought him to the room serving as their headquarters since the team refused to take them to their base. Even if he, as an ex-weapons developer, hadn’t been well able distinguishing between the weapon and the one aiming and pulling the trigger, one look at the jumpy, worn out shadow of a man was enough. Seriously, if he didn’t know that his animal form was a Labrador, a good fit to Steve’s German Shepherd, he’d swear he were some kind of prey species. Louis, a rabbit, was far calmer in this room filled with carnivores.

Louis dropped a bag on the table. “Samples and whatever information we could get our hands on before we released the virus Merle gave us in their system. Hopefully it’s enough for Herman to come up with an antidote.”

“We were lucky most of their prisoners were kept sedated because they were not intended to go on a mission any time soon,” Cosmo added. “The others we had to take down. They will be kept sedated until they can be sure whatever they used is out of their system.”

Tony nudged Steve’s side when he noticed that he was staring at Barnes’ empty sleeve in horror.

“Bucky,” Steve exclaimed, then stopped again, at a loss of what to say.

The others gathered off to the side, giving them at least some semblance of privacy.

“A representative of the Shifter Force will land this afternoon at 3,” Trevorian said. “If Barnes is ready for a transatlantic flight, you will all leave tomorrow morning.” He looked to Herman, Louis and Cosmo, waiting to hear their opinion on Barnes’ state.

“Yes, at least either shifted and lightly sedated or on a private plane,” Herman said. “He’s in control of himself again but taking him on a long-distance flight in a cabin full of people is risky.”

Cosmo nodded in agreement. “Whatever they gave him doesn’t seem to have affected his grasp on his instincts right now but we don’t know how his control will hold up if he’s tired or startled.”

Tony shrugged. “We’re not trying to avoid detection from the Shifter Force now. I can have a jet brought here or charter one.”

“You sure, Stark?” Clint asked.

“Stark?” Bucky repeated. “Tony Stark?” When he received a restrained nod in response, he paled. “You shouldn’t.” He struggled to put his thoughts into words. “You shouldn’t spend money on me. I... I killed –“

“I know,” Tony interrupted. He was grateful that he was not trying to keep it a secret but he didn’t want to hear it out loud. “They told me when they found out. I know.” He paused. “The offer’s still open. I can arrange a private jet to take us back to the US.”

“Or you can travel while shifted,” Natasha said. “Steve could go into the shipping crate with you.”

Tony’s lips twitched. “I did threaten to have him travel back as cargo.”

“There’s time to decide until the representative arrives,” Steve pointed out.

“Until then, Costas and I could take a look at his shoulder, see if whatever solution we come up with for Costas could work for Barnes as well,” Herman said.

“If Barnes agrees,” Trevorian said.

Costas, another agent of Failed who had until now stayed away from the Shifter Force agents, turned out to be a tall Latino with long black locks and a beard – and an empty sleeve where his right arm should be. He just shrugged when he noticed Steve and Bucky stare at the empty sleeve. “I’m working on a prostheses that would work even in the field.”

“Were you also a prisoner of HYDRA?” Bucky asked.

“Oh no, I wasn’t. It was an accident. I – ah –“ Costas cleared his throat, looking rather embarrassed. “I lost control over my instincts once while shifting.”

“He’s a white shark,” Louis explained, reading in their faces that they didn’t quite understand what Costas meant.

“Dude, you bit off your own arm?” Clint demanded. He unconsciously rubbed his own right arm. As a sniper and an avian shifter, the idea of losing an arm seemed like a nightmare.

“My shark was curious,” Costas replied. He turned to Bucky. “We haven’t been able to come up with a prostheses yet that will either shift with you or at least return when you shift back into your human form but we’re making progress. I can show you the version we’re currently working on.”

~*~

Steve slowly relaxed. As team leader, he should probably listen more closely as Trevorian debriefed Bauer, Baldwin, Clint and Natasha but he kept getting distracted watching Bucky. Then again, he was sure Nat and Clint would tell him what he needed to know later. For now, it was a relief to see Bucky look less and less jumpy the longer he and Costas talked. It would take time and a lot of therapy but he felt reasonably certain now that Bucky would recover.

He went over to the table where Merle had set up her computer and where she and Tony were working on something. “Have you decided?” he asked Tony quietly.

Tony stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was talking about, before he remembered their conversation early this morning. He smiled. “I’m flying back with you all.” Over Steve’s shoulder, he saw the door to the hotel room open. He grimaced. “On second thought, perhaps I’ll stay a bit longer while you fly back with Fury.”

“Fury?” Steve turned around, then winced, suddenly understanding Tony’s reaction. Damn, Fury looked pissed. “Sir.” He’d been expecting Fury to send Coulson or Maria, not come himself. Hadn’t he said that they would discuss it after their return? Steve had been hoping to have some more time before that confrontation. His ears were still ringing from the conversation with Trevorian after his agents had left, accompanied by Nat and Clint. He had been very frank in his opinion about how he was obviously compromised, how he should have stayed out of it instead of risking both his team and Bucky’s chances of being rescued by running off half-cocked, with no clear plan and no back-up.

The worst part, of course, was that he could not even disagree. Still, he really could do without having the same conversation with Fury now.

Fury just glowers at him, then slowly looks around the room to glare at the rest of his agents, making them all drop their gaze. Tony holds out the longest, defiantly raising his chin until he, too, is forced to look away.

“This can’t really come as a surprise now, can it?” Louis interrupts. He gestures to them. “I’ve known them for only a few days and I can tell that they aren’t the type of agents to stick to procedures and follow orders they don’t agree with.” He pauses and considers Fury, head tilted to the side. “But you knew that. You must have, considering your background. You must have realized that, sooner or later, they would break away from the Shifter Force. So I suspect that was your attention all along.”

Fury turned to look at Trevorian but he only grinned, seeming very satisfied with his agent’s analysis. That grin sent shivers down Steve’s back. He’d known, of course, that Trevorian must be a Class One shifter, otherwise he wouldn’t be leading this organisation, but they hadn’t known what kind of shifter he was. But this grin... Yes, Steve was pretty certain that he was a coyote.

Finally Fury sighed. “Correct, Agent Bauer. They were intended to become independent, yes, but not yet.”

Steve and his team exchanged startled looks. They had not been aware of that plan.

“It was, however, our intention to prepare them better beforehand, especially Captain Rogers.” Fury’s glare made Steve flinch. “He might be willing to bend or break the rule when it suits him but he needs to learn to consider the consequences and to pick the most suitable approach, not the quickest. The general procedures taught to agents are not enough, they need to also consider more unorthodox approaches. Agent Romanov and Agent Barton might be familiar with the Dark Shifter community but they lack the experience of channelling it into the structure of the Shifter Force.” They success was partially due to Coulson’s lead, since he, like Bauer, like Trevorian and Fury himself, was able to judge which was the necessary approach without appearing to have gone rogue and risking serious retribution from the higher ups in the Shifter Force. And Fury was not willing to have Coulson join them when they went independent.

“You intended for us to meet them and work with them at some point,” Tony realized.

“Yes,” Fury confirmed. “We were waiting for a suitable mission that would require both teams to solve, a mission that would allow us to partner Rogers and Bauer, have him show Rogers the ropes.”

A quickly stifled growl made them all turn. Cosmo looked mortified by his loss of control.

Louis slowly started grinning. “Don’t worry, mein Büffelchen (my little buffalo), I’m sure he meant only in the field.”

Trevorian cut him a cup, one eyebrow raised. “It was only supposed to be in the field in his case as well,” he pointed out dryly.

Louis waved him off. “Still doesn’t mean I’m interested in exchanging my Amiboy, not even for Captain America.”

Tony crossed his arms. “Good, because we’re not interested in such a switch either.”

Steve blushed when he realized what kind of partner they were talking about but the matching embarrassed look on his and Cosmo’s face just made their teams laugh.

Why did he think his team was great again?

 Background information on Failed      

Shifter Force: the agency in charge of “official” shifters. They are all registered and have a chip implanted, where information on their animal form in saved. They’re all supposed to take care not to reveal their existence to normal humans. They are classified based on their animal form. 

Class 1: carnivores, the highest class and the most privileged group 

Class 2: omnivores and insectivores, middle class, not all the privileges of Ones but still well-respected 

Class 3: herbivores, the lowest class; not taken seriously by the other classes and underprivileged 

Dark Shifters (“DS”): Shifters who decided not to follow the law or who decided for some other reason not to reveal themselves to the Shifter Force 

Duo- and multishifters: Shifters who have more than one animal form; considered a myth by most of the general shifter population

 Canon Failed characters:

Trevor Trevorian, coyote, head of Failed

Louis Bauer, desert cottontail (rabbit)/wallaby

Cosmo Baldwin, eagle/alligator/maned wolf/buffalo/skunk, Louis’ partner and boyfriend, light brown, almost blond hair, tall

Costas, chameleon/shark, bit off his own right arm by accident while partially shifted, Latino, beard, long black locks

Jamie, grey squirrel/cougar, can’t control his form when aroused, black, very buff, short black hair

Herman, human, tall, slender, short brown hair, tattooed arms

Merle Noir, born Merlin Albert Bishop, blackbird, trans, hacker

[leon-scott-kennedy]

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For a price, anyone could check into a seedy motel, even three people covered in blood, guts, and grime, no questions asked, especially with the ashes of Raccoon City still cooling 100 miles away. So the horizon still held a faint glow of destruction when Leon and Claire stumbled, barely conscious, through the front door of the Tadpole motel at 2 PM October 1st, using each other as support and Sherry clinging to Leon’s back like a koala if a koala drooled and snored.

Two other motels along the highway turned the odd couple away, rumours already flying about Raccoon City, zombies, and a nuclear cover-up. But at the right price, triple the going rate, Claire managed to convince the manager to let them bunk down, courtesy of Leon’s stressed credit card.

The fact Leon’s credit card worked, or that he even still had his credit card, was a miracle. His wallet hadn’t exactly been a priority, and honestly, they could sleep in a cockroach-infested basement, and Leon would be happy because they were dead on their feet after hiking on foot what Leon estimated to be a good 30 miles of rough terrain to get to the nearest town. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when the sky behind them exploded.

Raccoon City was gone. The people Leon had sworn to defend were gone. Sherry and Claire were all he managed to protect, and he’d be damned if he failed now.

The motel room wasn’t terrible; two double beds, a small tube TV, and a leaky faucet. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t something out of a horrible nightmare. They’d left that behind them.

“I’m glad we don’t have a blacklight,” Claire joked, but her tone fell flat.

Leon nudged the bed farthest from the door suspiciously with his boot, dragged back the yellow duvet, and inspected the mattress before he lay Sherry down and tucked her in. He even let Claire shower first, insisted, while he watched Sherry sleep, tossing and turning and whimpering from reliving the horrors in her dreams until Claire emerged from the bathroom, hair still damp, and crawled into bed beside Sherry.

By the time Leon scrubbed his skin raw, the water was cold, and Claire had passed out cold with Sherry cuddled up beside her, little hand tangled in the front of Claire’s dirty tank top like a lifeline. Leon passed out face first on the other bed. He couldn’t even muster the energy to get under the covers.

Movement woke Leon. He jolted awake, reaching for his gun on the bedside table, only to find Claire, fully dressed, perched on the end of his bed and tugging one of her boots. She smiled sadly at the gun levelled at her head.

Leon lowered Matilda, gasping for air. His arm fell limply to his side. “Claire?”

“Hey.” Claire pulled on her second boot. “Sorry.”

Leon blinked at the sleep crusting his eyes. “What... what are you doing?”

Claire sighed and set her foot back down solidly on the ground, hands grasping her thighs. “I need to find Chris. I need... I need to know he’s okay.”

“Now?” Leon glanced at the clock. The bright red numbers read 7:46. The setting sun outside glowed faintly behind the curtains.

“If you ever need me...”

“Forget me. What about Sherry?” Leon snapped, somewhat mollified when Claire winced.

“I know you’ll take good care of her.” Claire’s attention briefly snapped to the sleeping 12-year-old that had survived literal hell. “Leon... if I didn’t have to.”

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever,” Leon scoffed, then rolled over. His heart thundered in his chest. He heard Claire briefly wake up Sherry to say goodbye, promising they’d be in touch, that if Sherry ever needed her, all she needed to do was call.

The door creaked open. Leon clenched his eyes shut, willing down the panic swelling in his chest until it ached. This was it. He was all Sherry had left. They were on their own.

“Take care of our girl for me.” Claire’s voice was barely a whisper.

Leon’s hands trembled, buried in the sheets and pillows, he struggled to suck down air, and his hearing fuzzed. Claire was gone.

For hours, Leon faded in and out of consciousness, barely able to keep the crush of dread at bay. Finally, at some point around 3 AM, he gave up all pretense to sleep and kept a vigilant guard. He jumped at a car alarm, tensed at the slam of a door, and clenched Matilda tightly when soft footfalls passed their door. Eventually, Sherry climbed into his bed to watch early morning cartoons with him.

“Is Claire going to be okay?” Sherry asked softly. She hugged Leon’s arm, cuddling into his side like he used to with his grandma.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about her,” Leon said. He slumped to the side, gently resting his head on top of Sherry’s. “She’ll be fine, kiddo.”

When the sun rose, Leon and Sherry trekked down to the front office to extend their stay another night, then hiked into town searching for clothes and sustenance. Being out in public, surrounded by people, set both Leon and Sherry on edge. They jumped at the slightest sound, and Sherry refused to release Leon’s hand for anything less than going to the bathroom, and even then, he had to stand guard outside the stall. Thank god he had pissed before they left the motel because Sherry was clinging to the back of his jacket while he tried seemed ridiculous.

Their shopping trip was quick. They grabbed what they could, Sherry setting a brisk pace through the little thrift store they found, dragging Leon from rack to rack. They scrounged up a few changes of clothes, socks, underwear, which Leon was a little uncertain of, a jacket that fits over his side holster since he had a license to carry, and a backpack that they filled with snacks and a deck of cards from a little corner store. It turns out Leon’s palette was similar to a twelve-year-old.

The tenuous credit limit finally crapped out on Leon when he tried to buy a six-pack at a shady liquor store on the way back to the motel.

“No job. No money. Just great,” Leon sighed.

For the rest of the day, they holed up in their room munching on junk food, watching terrible daytime TV, and playing Go Fish until Leon made the brilliant decision to teach Sherry how to play poker, and she fleeced him for all the Cheetos.

Leon had no plan beyond survive, and he hadn’t even planned for that. His body ached from being tossed by mutated monsters and shot. His wrapped shoulder twinged.

“Shit,” Leon cursed and clutched his wound. They needed help. He needed help. Taking care of a kid without any resources would be impossible; never mind, he’d never taken care of a person in his life. He had no siblings, no parents. His grandma died when he was nine.

Leon smiled at Sherry in reassurance when she questioned him. This little girl couldn’t be another statistic of the system. He could fix that. He would fix that.

Covered in orange Cheeto dust, Sherry crashed around 8 in the evening. The glow of the sun behind the curtain reminded Leon of the mushroom cloud that had enveloped the sky 36 hours ago. Leon’s stomach twisted in knots. Every creak, every thump, every squeaky break, Leon tensed, waiting for something to crash through the door and disrupt the precarious peace.

Leon hunkered down on his bed, the one closest to the door and any potential threat that came for them, and prepared for another sleepless night on edge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Around one in the morning, his eyes beginning to droop, Leon nearly fell off the bed in his mad scramble for his gun when someone knocked heavily on the door. Checking his clip, Leon cautiously crept to the door, motioning for now very awake Sherry to stay out of sight.

“Who is it,” Leon called.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Chris Redfield. I’m looking for my sister Claire.”

Leon blinked and glanced back at Sherry, whose head had popped out of the blanket at the sound of Claire’s name. Then, double-checking he had bolted the chain, Leon opened the door a crack to peek out.

A man a little taller than Leon stood under the flickering light outside the door, his hair cut short and a 5 o’clock shadow. Chris Redfield, decorated member of the Racoon City Stars Division. Leon recognized him from the old photo Claire had shown him, but also the records he’d run across during his frantic hunt through the Police Department.

“Chris?” Leon said, astonished it was actually him. He slammed the door, unbolted the chain, and flung the door open again. “What the- Claire’s looking for you. What are you doing here?”

Chris, who eyed the gun uncertainly, brightened at the mention of his sister. “Is she here? The manager at the front recognized her. Said she was here with some guy and a kid.” Chris glanced past Leon into the room to Sherry curled up in the other bed peering out with curious fear from under the blankets.

Leon shook his head, eyes scanning the parking lot. “She’s not here. She left this morning to find you.”

“Fuck.” Chris winced and glanced at Sherry again. “Shit, sorry.”

Sherry giggled into her hands, and Leon rolled his eyes. “I think she’s dealt with worse.” Like the apocalypse.

“But she’s okay. She’s alive?” Chris asked.

“Who? Claire? Yeah. Yeah, she’s fine. Saved my ass more than a few times.” Leon smiled wistfully and then frowned. So Claire had left, and now, here, her brother was trying to track her down. It must be nice to have someone that gave a damn about you.

“Oh, thank god.” Then, finally, all the tension and stiffness in Chris’ posture melted. “I got her message, and...”

Leon scanned the dark parking lot again for any sign of life, then gestured into the motel room. “You should come in.”

“No.” Chris waved off the invitation. “No, I need to find her.” But the fatigue in his voice threatened to topple him, and that would definitely fell Leon if he tried to catch him.

“Dude, you’re dead on your feet,” Leon said. “It’s the middle of the night. Crash for a few hours.”

“Yeah!” Sherry chimed in, bouncing on her bed. “Stay!”

Chris shook his head. “I can’t.”

Leon pursed his lips. “Look, I don’t know you, man. But I do know that if you pass out behind the wheel and wrap yourself around a pole, you’re pretty damn useless to her.”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, and Leon sighed, tilting his head to the side, ready to give up when Chris snapped his mouth closed and cleared his throat. He studied Leon closely, scrutinizing him like he would a suspect, but Chris must have been satisfied with what he found - weakness, terror, immaturity - because he finally said, “just a few hours.” And the anxiety squeezing the life out of Leon eased, just a tiny bit. Enough that he could breathe.

Chris excused himself to run and grab his go-bag, and Leon cursed his stupidity because nothing was stopping Chris from running. That tightness immediately returned, but a few minutes later, another sharp knock sounded at the door.

Leon smiled tiredly and welcomed Chris into the room, relieved to have the company, someone who knew what they were doing; an adult. Leon grew up fast, but he’d never been an adult in his life. Racoon City was supposed to be a fresh start, and now, he was back to square one. Not even. He was in the basement of square one—the root cellar.

Leon finally caught a good look at Sherry with the lights on, still covered in orange dust, her fingers and cheeks stained. “Jesus. Did you eat the Cheetos or roll in them?”

Sherry laughed. “Leon taught me to play poker, and then I won all the cheezies,” she said to Chris, who grinned.

“Nice job.” Chris offered her a high-five, which she eagerly accepted. The hero worship was already forming.

“He gets a little wrinkle right here when he lies,” Sherry said, pointing a small finger between her eyebrows.

“Okay,” Leon said, scooping Sherry off the bed and carrying her off under one arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed, munchkin.”

Cheeto dust proved a formidable adversary, but they managed. When they walked back into the room, Chris was standing exactly where they had left him, his bag still slung over his shoulder and his boots laced.

Getting Sherry tucked back into bed became a struggle now that the brand new company hyped her up; no hesitation whatsoever. She liked Chris. She even made Chris put her to bed, Leon faking offence at being disregarded for the new guy, but there was something about seeing a six-foot boulder of a man coax a tiny twelve-year-old back to sleep that made Leon’s chest ache. Especially when Chris told the story of how Claire was convinced that if she left fake teeth under her pillow, she could trick the tooth fairy into giving her more money. It never worked. The tooth fairy left chocolate coins instead. Fake money for a fake tooth.

Leon watched perched on the edge of the other bed, a little envious of Chris’ skill with kids. He double-checked the safety on his handgun, then the clip. Chris eyed Leon as he set his weapon back down on the bedside table, and Leon couldn’t muster the energy to be self-conscious about his paranoia.

Chris may be Claire’s sister and a fellow survivor of Raccoon City, but Leon didn’t actually know him. For all he knew, he was a traitor like Irons or Wesker. Maybe he wasn’t the man Claire believed him to be. What the hell had he been thinking? Inviting a stranger to stay with them?

With Sherry asleep again, Leon and Chris were left to settle in for the remainder of the night. For Chris, that meant shedding his bulky jacket and combat boots.

“It’s Leon, right?” Chris said. He stood awkwardly beside the bed, watching Leon click off the light and climb under the blankets, tucking himself up against the edge of the mattress as close as he possibly could without toppling off. “Claire mentioned you in one of her messages.”

Leon almost facepalmed. He hadn’t introduced himself. He really was doing everything backwards. “Yeah. That’s me. Leon S. Kennedy.” He curled up into a small ball.

“Jesus Christ.” Chris swiped his palm across his mouth. “You’re the new rookie.”

Leon chuckled humourlessly, his hands tightening into fists around the sheets pulled up to his neck. “Was a hell of a first day.”

Chris picked up real quick that Leon didn’t want to talk about it. So instead, he climbed into his side of the bed, the one closest to the door. The mattress dipped under his weight, and Leon tensed. Where else would Chris have slept? The floor? The last person Leon shared a bed with was his ex, who had seemingly saved his life. If she hadn’t broken up with him, if he hadn’t gotten drunk, if he hadn’t slept in hungover as hell, he would have arrived right in the middle of the initial panic, and who knows if he would have survived that. No one else in the department had.

What would it have been like? The screams, the moans, the pleas for help- the sounds still played on repeat in Leon’s head. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, mouth agape, stumbling towards him with his hands out. Leon had put two bullets between his eyes.

The first indications of a panic attack slammed into Leon. Abruptly, his throat closed. He couldn’t breathe, his vision slid out of focus, and his chest compressed. Like someone reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in a vice. His entire body shook.

Suddenly, a warm voice murmured in his ear, the soothing tone talking him down, calming him. Leon wasn’t alone. He wasn’t trapped in the police station battling endless waves of the undead, the people of Raccoon City he’d taken an oath to serve and protect.

“Leon, kid, you need to breathe,” Chris said. His presence was a solid wall behind Leon. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”

Leon focused on Chris’ voice. His vision began to swim back into focus, his hearing rushed back in a sudden wall of familiar night noises like the drip of the faucet in the bathroom or the lonely car that passed on the highway. He nodded, not fully understanding what Chris was saying. An arm slid around his waist and pulled him back into a firm chest. Leon flailed, seconds from panic again when Chris’ voice rumbled in his ear.

“You’re going to be okay. I got you.”

Leon grasped Chris’ arm, his grip probably tight enough to leave bruises, and he choked on a shuddering sob.

“It’s okay, Leon. You’re going to be okay.”

Gasping for air, Leon rolled over and buried his face in Chris’ chest, and Chris let him. Leon’s sobs were muffled in Chris’ arms, not wanting to disturb Sherry in the next bed. He felt every subtle muscle flex when Chris tightened his grip or shifted them into a more comfortable position. That’s how Leon passed out, wrapped in the reassuring embrace of a complete stranger, one who understood the hell he’d lived through and the fear and uncertainty he felt in his soul.

Morning came quickly. Leon woke up still curled into Chris’ chest with a death grip on the other man’s faded t-shirt. Chris’ nose was buried in Leon’s hair, each soft snore ruffling his hair, but his embrace hadn’t lessened overnight.

The warmth of embarrassment burning, Leon snuck out of bed, anxiously loosening Chris’ hold and dashing for the safety and solitude of the bathroom, horrified at his complete lack of control the night before. No one had held him like that before, at least not since he was a child and his grandma would sit up with him after a nightmare. But, sadly, this was another type of nightmare, a waking one.

When Leon finally mustered the courage to wander back into the room, Chris was up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees.

“You okay?” Chris asked the same time Leon burst out, “I’m sorry!”

Chris sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. When I showed up on your doorstep last night, I saw right away that you were barely holding it together.”

Leon’s fists clenched at his side. He couldn’t meet Chris’ gentle gaze.

Chris crossed the room in two enormous strides and considerately grasped Leon by the shoulders. “It was the shock finally hitting you. It happened to me too, but I was alone,” Chris admitted. “Hey. Hey, come on. Look at me.”

Leon bit his lower lip, but he slowly looked up, eyes stinging. “I don’t know what to do.”

Telegraphing his movements, Chris gently pulled Leon into a tight hug. “You’re not alone. We’re going to do this together. I want to take Umbrella down, but first, I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Leon jerked back so fast Chris stumbled. “I want to help. I want to make those sons of bitches pay.”

Chris smiled. “Good. But first, I have a safe house.”

Together, they set the plans. Leon and Sherry would meet Chris in two days, hopefully with Claire in tow, at Chris’ new safehouse three states over. Sherry and Leon could catch a bus a couple miles down the highway to get them most of the way. The trick would be getting up the mountain to the cabin. But they were in this together. Hope simmered once again.

Armed with a freshly drawn map on motel stationery, Leon watched Chris pack. Umbrella wouldn’t know what hit them.

“Here. Take it.”Chris handed Leon two rumpled twenties, a five, and a few ones he dug out of his wallet. “It’s all the cash I have on me, but it should be enough to get you there. I’ll drop you off-”

“No.” Leon took the cash, but waved off Chris’ offer to give him and Sherry a lift to the bus station. “It’s in the opposite direction. We’ll be fine.”

“Two days,” Chris promised. Sherry had climbed out of bed and now clung to Chris’ arm as if he couldn’t leave as long as she was attached. He ruffled her hair. “With or without Claire, I’ll be there and we’ll go from there.” Chris grabbed Leon by the back of the neck and dragged him into a gruff hug, their foreheads lightly pressed together. “It’s gonna be okay, kid.”

And Leon believed him. That is, until two hours later when an unmarked vehicle pulled up on Leon and Sherry hiking down the side of the road, hand in hand. They never made it to the rendezvous.

[belleta]

9:36pm

Includes: Switch!Bang Chan, switch reader, praise, slightly sensitive reader, fingering, slight bondage, edging, slight soft dom reader, music listening(headphones for best experience)

Straddling Chris’s lap, slightly aggressively kissing. Moving with one another in perfect sync. Swaying to a silent rhythm, grabbing desperately, but passionately. Every kiss, every touch, every pull on each's scalp was ethereal. Feeling each other on levels others wouldn’t understand. You ran your hands from his cheeks to his nape and raked my fingers up, through his strands. Tugging, causing him to moan quietly. Pulling you in for more, sliding his hands up and down your back, tangling with your soft locks. Rolling bodies like sea waves on shore, with no specific roles. Submission and dominance were not present. 

Feeling bored of the lounge, you pushed Chris back a little with a challenging kiss. Gripping the neck of his shirt, pulling him back towards the edge of the couch. After a few moments, you pushed him back to rest on the sofa. Tugged him forward while lightly pulling on his bottom lip, slightly baring your teeth with commanding eyes as you leaned back without him. He tried to follow but you swiftly pushed his chest back with a little force. He hit with a soft thud, mouth still agape, love and lust evidentially in his eyes. His arms raised to the head of the back pillow as you senually rose from my seat on his thighs. Chris’s eyes followed you, however his head didn’t. It stayed lowered even as you arose. Making him a hooded stare with his now swollen bottom lip, legs in a man spread. Giving him a lasting gaze as you slowly walked to our bedroom. He got up and followed. Just as he got to you, you quickly grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him close. Bringing your face close to his, mouth ajared. Moving your lips close, breath fluttering on your faces. As you brushed your noses against each other. Foreheads pressing, together lovingly. You pulled him with me into our bedroom. Pulling Chris in front of you. Moving your head up slightly to just miss his face with a breath, before softly pushing him down on the mattress. Getting in between his legs, moving your head all the way up to his face. Kissing him with such powerful emotion it could make you tear, but you held it in. Running your hands everywhere, all over his body. Making his skin needy for skin to skin contact. He started reaching for his hem, and you completed his action by pulling it up. He raised himself to sitting to let the shirt slide off. Cupping his face and kissing him passionately, which he returned. Lightly pushing him back on the bed. Placing one last kiss on his perfect now reddish lips, before sliding up to walk over to your shared closet. You quickly opened it to see the remotes for mood lights and surround sound. Turning the lights dimmer with a red tint, and playing your “Night Playlist”. You put the remotes down and grabbed a black with metal edges, medium sized chest that had a lock on it. The key was on top of it. Taking the key, put it in the lock and turned. It unlocked, opening to a bunch of toys and different restraints. You reached in to find the dark rope with silk restraints and leather cuffs. Finally grabbing a long black silk ribbon and closed the chest.                            (Listen to “Love is a Bitch” by Two Feet) Locking it and closing the closet doors, you turned back to see Chris lying back on the pillows of your shared bed looking tense. As you strode back over to him, you couldn’t tell if he was excited, afraid, or inpatient. Holding his hand and smiling down at him, he returned it relaxing a bit. You raised his hand and kissed his wrist, working your way to his shoulder and then his collar bone. Crawling on top of him, you sat just above his crotch and grinded on him. Kissing his neck and collarbones in all the right places or more of wrong places. His body started reacting, tingling with sexual frustration. You continued to kiss, lick and lightly bite his skin all over his favorite spots. His skin felt like it was on fire with desperation. Wanting something to push against his shorts. You were at his jawline, his breathing was irregular and he was letting out some involuntary whines as you would brush your hips at the top of his crotch but then move back up again. You started moving down again, sucking and playing with his nipples. Chris’s whines were breathy and now were slurred with soft moans. You started your way down again. Kissing his first rib moving towards the top of his abs. Kissing, lightly licking and nosing them. Breathing on his muscles as you reached his v-line. Paying even more attention to it then any other bit of him. Driving him absolutely crazy. You could hear him pulling on his cuffs. “Please….please…..please...baby.” He was now lifting his hip to your touch, whining for you to touch him there. “Please what baby?” You saw his hand try to reach my head to nudge your attention lower it was quickly stopped by his restrants, he let out a desperate whiny groan. You smiled, “Such a cute baby.” You stopped kissing and moved your head lower to hover above where he wanted it most. “P-please….”, You raised your hand in a scratching position and lightly glided your fingers on his clothed cock. “Please what, sweet baby?”. Waiting for his response as he raised his head up and down, shyly trying to fold the pillow around his face. “Please touch me”, he said quietly. You weren't accepting his request at that volume. “I’m sorry baby, but if you want something, you have to speak up.” You told him softly lacing with lust. “Please rub my cock”, he repeated louder. Now obliging with his words, moving your hand below it, putting pressure and rubbed it slowly once. He let out a choked moan. “Yes, yes….y-yes please...thank you baby”. He bucked his hips and met with my hand. You let it slide, he looked so beautiful. Flushed red, bottom lip sucked between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed in a needy way. Sweet, beautiful sounds escaped his mouth as he occasionally opened his mouth fully letting out even more sinful noises. The sight made you needy to get his basketball shorts out of the way, pulling at the band. He immediately responded and raised his hips. You pulled them off to meet a painful looking hard-on through his underwear. “Awww, does it hurt?......hmm?” You dirty talked him as he nodded, “Do you want me to stroke it until it explodes?” His ears and face darkened “Hmhm....”, he nodded. You started outlining and rubbing him through his black boxers. “Y-yes......p-lease, make my cock explode.” You chuckled darkly “Well you’re going to have to wait babyboy” Chris looked up confused. You swiftly flipped and roughly pulled down his underwear, making him squeal into the pillows. You then harshly pulled his hips in the air. His veiny cock didn’t even move away from his lower abdomen, it was so hard from being teased. The music around you making his body move unintentionally to the beat. You moved your eyes away from his length to his tight darker pink entrance. You brought your touch to your lips and rather lewdly suck on them. Making sure that Chris could hear you. You advanced them to his ass circling his tight rim with your wet index and middle finger. Desperate and impatient, Chris pushes back, forcing the wet digit inside him. You feel the stretch and moan with him as he fails his hands, not knowing where to put them. “Please move, g-god please fuck me please please.” He looked so beggerly spread out, his dark hair now a mess, thighs quivering. You began to slowly fuck him, trying to start a steady rhythm. You were growing impatient, wanting high whines, lewder noises. You pushed your finger around his walls as he sucked in a shuddery breath. One became three, filling him up as pushes back towards your digits, starting to bring vocals from deep in his throat as you thrust. Voice cracking, his walls clenching around you. You flip Chris over back on his back, his neglected cock dripping. Lifting his legs slightly you shove your fingers back into his greedy hole, deeper than before. Hitting his prostate dead on, his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as he pants and moans. “F-fuck Don’t....fUck fuck im-” You grip his cock with your other hand, pumping at a relentlessly, hammering your fingers into his hole at the same pace. Chris’s knuckles are almost white due how hard he’s gripping at the sheets under him, his toes curling in the air, gasping for breath. “I-IM GONNA CUM FUCK FUCK F-UCK~”. You stopped, pulling out, growling. He cried out, losing his high. Getting up with the black silk and rope restraints you moved to the base of the bed, tying his legs down. You stand back to admire him, only to be awestruck. He looked unreal. All flushed, lust clouding his eyes, love bites painted across his milky skin, hole wet and cock red and throbbing. The lighting hitting him just right making him look sinfully angelic. You strode over to him, grabbing his left then right hand. Cuffing and loosely tying them to the headboard as he whined. The cuffs really completed the sight. You climbed back on the bed, briskly grabbing onto his length. His voice cracked as his eyes glossed over. “You look ethereal.” You said gazing at him. He whined out at both the praise and the feeling of you slowly jerking him off as you came closer to his face. He can’t help but thrust up into your hand, it just feels so good. He was aching to reach the previous pleasure he had received “Faster….please?” he moaned. “Anything for you, sweet baby. You’re so good for me, so polite,” you continue to shower him with praise, cooing, knowing how much he loves it, as you speed up your strokes. “B-baby” Chris shakily whimpers. His fists clenching and unclenching the sheets, legs trembling with every swipe of your thumb. His moans mixing with the melody, making the most beautiful music to your ears. Knowing your boyfriend's body all too well so you completely withdraw your hand. Dismissing his release once more. His head threw back in a lewd long wail. Your lips moved on his thigh, peppering light kisses on the abused skin. “I’m close..Fuck.. S-so close baby….PLEASE” he whimpers trying his hardest to not cum right then and there. You wait a little for his orgasm to fade away completely. “Such a good boy” you praised him, as he stopped whining.  (Listen to “It Won’t” by Sevyn Streeter ft. Chris Brown) “Baby”, you called, he raised his teary gaze. You lifted your hips, so that you were standing on your knees. You looked him in the eyes as you moved with the music playing all around you. Swaying and moving your hands all over your body, while you sensually remove your clothing in front of him. His eyes darkened despite his position tied to the bed and previous events done to him. Sliding up to him, removing your underwear lying next to him. You kiss him passionately, as he hungrily pushes back on your lips. You remove his cuffs and he grabs your waist, pulling you on top of him. He raised himself to sitting with you clung onto him. Your heat dragged down his cock, he groaned, you moaning. You kissed each other sensually with hunger. You move back, Chris not breaking the kiss. You removed his foot restraints. He immediately pulled you into his lap. Kissing with such passion it completely consumed the both of you. He pulled your hunches up closer to his abs, leaning back. The breathless whines coming out of your mouths as you lowered yourself down onto him. The sensation was absolutely intoxicating, filling your heads and blocking out any other thoughts. Everything fit perfectly, your hands locking around each together, his wrapping around you, while yours in his shadowy curls, lips enclasping, your connection. Sliding, clenching, holding both of you physically and spiritually. While your bodies entwined, pleasuring and loving each other. Your souls left and bounded as one, nurturing the other. Filling in what their other half lacks and they possess. Forming a perfect whole bond. The music consuming you, both swaying to the rhythm. The both of you let out sighs of pleasure, as you finally connect in the way you needed most. It was relaxed at first, but quickly sped up as you felt just how needy you really were. You held onto him, pressing your bodies together in a panting hug. Your skin on his, feeling each other. “Fuck… You feel so good.” He groaned. Chris’s hands reach out to touch any part of you he can. You bury your face in his neck, holding him tightly. Tears bead at the corner of your eyes from the sensation. Your happiness, the pleasure and love for him overflowing. “Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...” He murmurs incessantly, feeling his orgasm build again. “Please...let me cum… Fu...fuck please...” The breathless begging adds to your own arousal. “Cum for me, baby.” You whispered into his ear while pulling an arm out from under him. “Fuck... Don't stop. Please...don't fucking stop...” He says in between moans. As if you had any intention to. His nails dig into your back to keep you in place, while leaving scratches in their wake. His continuous begging echoed through your skull. “Fuck...” You groan while sitting back up. You slow your hips to an almost agonizing pace, just to hear him whine and beg even more.

“No...no...please...” His desperation makes your walls clench and pulsate around him. “Please...don't stop...” “Don't worry, I'm not.” He sped up, “F-faster please,” Chris pleaded, his voice close to breaking. You were happy to oblige, rolling your hips harder on his. He filled you up so perfectly, just like he always did, and you couldn’t help moaning out loud, the music blending your echoing voices. Chris’s breathless whimpers sounded in your ears and you returned the favor in his. Chris reached up to grip your waist. “God you feel so good around me bab-” he cut himself off with a whiny scream as you clenched around him. You couldn’t help it, hearing him say that made you swell up inside. Leaning back for a second, seeing him covered in a thin sheen of sweat and moaning in that fucking voice of his, it was almost too much for you. “Really?” you asked huffing, “Yes baby, you fit so perfectly around me and in my arms.” You slowed down your motions, and so did he. You stare into each other’s eyes, then you kissed him. Resuming both of your movements. You whispered in his ear “I love you Christopher”, You felt his cheek pressed against your shoulder, warming up as he mixed light giggles in his pants. “I love you more Y/N”, then he kissed you with so much love it could literally be felt in the air. You sped up, moving as fast as you could muster, while clenching as hard as you could. Chris cried out, squeezing his eyes shut, “fuck fuck fuck, please don’t stop, oh g-god.” “You gonna cum soon, baby boy?” you asked him, changing your technique. His voice got caught in his throat, he couldn’t speak, just nodded his head. You could feel him start to twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. Frantically, Chris thrusted upwards to get more friction, hitting your g spot straight on. You moaned out loudly, letting your head fall on his shoulder as you trembled in pleasure. You rocked back and forth, holding onto Chris’s shoulders as he thrusted upwards over and over again, hitting you in all the right spots. You screamed out in pleasure, shaking, and Chris’s desperate sobs echoed in your ears. His hands came up to grab your hips and shoulder pushing and pulling you down in a harsh manner made you see stars. His hold would leave marks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. “F-FUCK!” Chris screamed, “I‘m gonna c-cum!” he cried out. “I’m gonna cum, so ffucking ha-” His words cut as you felt him thrust into you, bucking his hips uncontrollably. That was all it took for you to clench violently and come apart squeezing him tightly against you, the force of your orgasm leaving you seeing white. Chris was right with you, shaking uncontrollably as he filled you up with his cum, voice cracking, letting out some of the most arousing high sounds you’ve heard. The two of your were left fucked out, intertwined in each other, not willing to let go. Both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Chris slowly laid both of you back down, your legs shifting. He quickly moved you to his side, to make sure your connection didn’t break yet. “Can we stay like this?” he asked shyly, breathing into your hair. Taking in your unique sweet smell of fruits, flowers, cakes, and sweets. You turned your neck to him, smiling, pressing your lips against his nose softly. “Yes, we can. I don’t want to leave you anyways.” He smiled, his dimples showing, “I love you.” He nuzzled into your face. You mirrored and kissed his nose again, “I love you too.” You said bringing your hand up to cup and caress his cheek. Kissing his lips and parting, you tangled your fingers through his hair and as he rested his tired head, wrapping his arm around you. You let him stay there, pressing your lips to his forehead as “Get You” by Daniel Caesar played. You pulled out without waking your now sleeping boyfriend

“Good Night Baby”

[barney-james]

Provoked || Chris Evans x Reader SMUT

Warnings: spanking, choking, hair pulling, breeding, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex/face fucking (female and male receiving), dom/sub relationship, dirty talk fuuuuuuuuck

A/n oml this idea won’t leave me alone i’m in such a cevans mood ugh

*not my gif*

With his comforting warm arms wrapped around you, and his chest pressed to your back, there is no place in the world you would rather be. You’re passing time with your boyfriend between dinner and the party the two of you are expected at in about two hours. You had found some random movie on cable to watch while you waited for it to be time to get ready.

Chris sat against the headboard in the middle of the bed, and you sat between his legs with your beck pressed against his bare 0chest, his chin naturally sitting on your shoulder as he holds you against him with his arms around your waist.

Neither of you are paying much attention to the movie, but blankly staring at the screen just enjoying each other’s company and warmth. A loud sound comes from the movie, breaking both of you out of the trance. The two main characters had just barged into their apartment with their lips attached and hands roaming, knocking over a lamp in their wake. You watch the scene as the couple removes their clothes and falls onto the bed. Being a movie aired on television, it didn’t show any of the interesting parts, just faces, sounds, and kisses. But that was enough to get Chris stirring behind you.

You feel his hips push against you slightly and his new semi pressing into your lower back. His hands roam your body, and you feel him leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and over your shoulder. You tilt your head to the side with a smirk on your lips, giving him better access to attack your skin. Chris’s hands leave your waist and slowly venture down slower to between your legs. Each hand on your inner thighs, spreading your legs. 

You chuckle and push yourself away from him and off the bed. You head to the bathroom without glancing back at your boyfriend. “I have to start getting ready,” your smirk evident in your voice. 

“Y/n,” he calls after you, and you turn around to look at him before reaching the bathroom. You see his hand stoking his hardening member through his low hanging grey sweatpants and you know there are non boxer briefs under those pants. The sight sends a tingle to your apex, and you bite your lip as you subtly clench your legs together. But to your dismay, the action does not go unnoticed.

Chris cocks an eyebrow at you and sits up, one leg hanging off the bed as he faces you. “Did you just look me up and down,” he smirks, “and then bite your lip?”

You don’t respond, just keep staring at his perfectly sculpted body, still biting you lip.

“’Cause if you did -” he slides his other leg over the edge of the bed “- we’re having sex.” He stands up, still feet from you, yet still towering over you. “Right now.” He says sternly.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes and turn back to the bathroom. 

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” he torts from behind you, a seductive tone in his deep voice. 

You slowly turn back to him and take a few steps towards him, just out of arms reach. You let your stare wonder down to hid obvious bulge. “No,” you begin, looking up into his lust heavy eyes. “No, I don’t think I will,” you tease.

Right as he launches himself forward trying to grab you and pull you to him, you turn and run into the bathroom, playfully screaming and laughing. Chris is right on your heels, but you manage to close and lock the bathroom door before he can get you. 

A loud bang fills the bathroom, and you know Chris had just pounded his fist against the door. You loved seeing this sexy, playful angry side of him. A pool began to form in your panties as you thought about how far you can push him. Your aching core was craving attention. You knew your unspoken rule to no truly touch yourself, and you were fighting the urge to go out and jump into his massive arms and let him have his way with you. But you were having fun, pushing him little by little.

“Your ass is going to be eight different shades of red after that stunt, baby girl,” you hear your boyfriends rough voice muffled from the other side of the door. Pretending you didn’t hear him, you play your shower playlist loudly and turn on the shower, waiting for it to reach the scorching temperature you love as you remove your cropped t-shirt and biker shorts that you wear around the house. 

Just as you’re about to remove your silky thong and matching bralette, you feel a big pair of hands roughly grab your waist and pull you backwards. You squeal at the sudden contact. 

“Chris!” you yelp, jumping slightly. “How’d you get in here? Did you pick the lock?”

He presses his lips back to your shoulder and hums against your skin. “Nope.”

“What did you do?” you push your butt against his hard cock. 

He hesitates a moment, then says, “Got impatient. Ripped the door nob off.”

“Chris!!” you yell. “What the hell?”

He shushes you. “Not important, baby. What is important is the situation you left in my pants. You know you wanna fix it for me.” His hands wander up from your waist and grip your breasts tightly.

“Bite me, Chris,” you moan teasingly. 

“You better watch that pretty little mouth before I put it to work,” he growls in your ear. 

“Baby,” you whine as his hands fall from your breasts and rest in the waist band of your thong. “They’ll be expecting us.” You are incredibly turned on, and definitely want Chris to have his way with you, but you just love seeing how far you can drive him before he snaps.

“They won’t notice,” he starts sucking harshly at the sensitive spot on your neck, knowing exactly where it is. 

You let out a breathy whine. “Chris stop,” you giggle as his fingers ghost up your bare stomach, tickling you in their path. “i’m going to this party,” you try sternly but fail. 

Chris’ strong hands tightly grip your hips. “No. You’re not,” he says with his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice deep and demanding. He spins you around by your hips so your chests are only centimeters apart, and you look up through your eyelashes at him as innocently as you can. “Tsk, tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Innocence isn’t going to work tonight, sweetheart.” His hands leave your waist and come up to your shoulders, gently resting there. “Down,” he demands.

At first you’re taken aback. Of course you’ve seen this dominant side of him, but you love it so much your left dumbstruck every time.

Chris becomes impatient and pushes down on your shoulders roughly, making you fall to your knees in front of him with a small gasp. You look up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, wanting him to instruct you. 

“Go on,” he says harshly.

Your hands slide up his legs a couple times while you graze your lips over his covered erection teasingly before carefully pulling him out of his cotton pants. You softly grab his length, your small hand barely fitting around it, stroking it while you kiss around his aching member, avoiding it for the time being. You still your hand at the base and lean down, licking a strong, slow, wet stripe over the vein on the underside of his cock, and flick your tip over his leaking, red tip and collect the salty precum with a small moan. You kiss his slit and wrap your lips around his tip, barely sucking. 

“Stop teasing, doll,” he groans, and you pull back from him completely, looking up at him pleadingly. Of course he knows what you want, and he wants it to, but he loves making you beg and ask him for what you want in dirty words. He hums a chuckle as he strokes your hair. His hand leaves your hair and caresses your face, this thumb lightly pulling on your lower lip, and you gladly let it into your mouth and suck it sensually. “Say it,” he growls down at you. You cock your head to the side in a clueless manor. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and grabs the back of your head by your hair, eliciting a whine from your parted soft lips. “Say. It,” he says with his teeth clenched as he looks at you with hard eyes, pulling your head back to make you look at him. 

“Fuck my mouth,” you say quietly, just above a whisper.

“What was that?” he grips your hair tighter and you moan. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck my mouth, Chris,” you whine, wanting him to seriously have his way with you now. No more teasing. 

“Hmm, good girl,” he praises, releasing your hair and swiftly pushing his sweatpants down the rest of the way and stepping out before taking hold on your hair once more. You lean your head back into his touch and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat against your chin as you wait for him. Chris grips his throbbing cock and slaps it against your waiting tongue several times, moaning softly, before straightening out your head and pushing himself into your mouth so far he hist the back of your throat, a making you gag around him. He only stays there a second before pulling out and roughly pushing back in. When your jaw tries to instinctively close, his hand leaves the base of his length and grabs your face, forcing your jaw to remain open for him. You moan over him while fighting your gags, just wanting to please him as obscene wet sounds fill the bathroom space and drool drips down your chin, your pussy getting wetter by the second. Chris thrusts so hard into your face that you’re almost falling over, and your hands grip the back of his thick thighs to steady yourself. Only a few thrusts later, your tap your hand against his thigh, telling him to stop, and he pushes himself all the way into your mouth one last time, and you feel him twitch in your throat before he quickly pulls himself out, leaving you gasping for air, looking up at him.

His thumb wipes the drool of your chin before holding hit in his hand. “So hot, baby. And so good,” he commends you. His hand in your hair pulls you up to your feet and drags you out of the bathroom and over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you over his knee, roughly spanking you a countless number of times, leaving you moaning and slick dripping down your thighs after soaking through your panties. He rubs his hand over your ass cheeks, soothing some of the pain before pulling you up again and pushing you on the bed.

He grabs your ankles and drags you down towards him at the foot of the bed. He admired your flushed state and feels himself throbbing, but ignores it for the moment so he can treat you. He kneels down in front of you and pushes your legs apart, leaving your soaked thong on display for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet, baby,” he teases. “Awfully needy for someone who would rather be at a stupid party, aren’t we?” He leans down, blowing hot air over your clothed core, and licks a stripe up the material between your legs, placing a kiss to your covered clit when he reached the top. His hands slid up your thighs, and he hooks his finger into the small waistband, pulling your thong down your legs. He doesn’t remove it fully, but rather leaves it at you knees as he pushes them up to your chest, your bare glistening cunt now fully exposed. 

He surprises you, not teasing you and just diving right in. His beard tickles and burns your sensitive skin in the most delicious way as his tongue moves through your folds and pushes against your hole, lapping up everything you have to offer. Your head throws back against the mattress as you moan loudly, and your hands grip the sheets. They’d much rather be in his hair, but your legs are pushed against you and you can’t even see the beautiful man between your thighs. Your neediness makes the warm knot in you tummy form a lot faster than normal. Chris drags his lips up your clit, flicking his tongue over it, the sensitivity making your hips jerk involuntarily. One of his hands leaves from under your thighs, his adjacent forearm now holding both your legs down. His hand slides down your soft thighs and his thumb presses teasingly at your entrance. It disappears, and not a moment later you feel him thrust two of his long fingers into you roughly, not letting your tight pussy adjust at all as he pumps them in and out and curls them against your perfect spot. 

“Oh god!” you yell, whining. “Chris! I’m gonna cum, baby,” you warn him. 

He removes his mouth from your clit just to utter a quick “Do it, baby girl” before his lips wrap around you and suck your clit into his mouth harshly, quickly breaking the knot. You reach your favorite euphoric state, moaning his name loudly as your legs shake against his hold. He sucks you and moves your fingers in you, ridding out your high. Chris laps his tongue through your folds one more time, then drops your weak legs. 

He kisses over your thighs, across your hipbones and up your body. When he reaches your barely covered breasts, he swiftly removes the silk material, leaving your peaks to harden in the cold air. He takes on of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth as his other hand massages your other breast. He moves to the opposite side and repeats, until he’s happy with the erectness of your nipples. He continues kissing up your chest, leaving wet kisses and sucking the soft flesh. His hand finds its way between your legs, and he lightly rubs circles over your your still sensitive clit, your hips jerking up into his hand. He presses down on your sensitive bundle as his lips love up your neck and across your jaw. As his lips attach to yours in a hungry kiss, and his tongue forces its way into your mouth to explore the familiar space, his finger falls from your clit and through your fold. He chuckles against your lips at how wet you still are and you whine into his kiss.

He removes his lips from yours, pecks you one last time and stands up. His strong arms wrap around your upper back and pull you farther up the bed, giving him room to kneel on the mattress in front of you. He runs his hand through your wet folds, collecting your juices on his fingers and rubbing it over his cock, getting himself ready. He thighs again, pulling them over his own and your pussy up closer to his cock. He leans over you as he aligns himself with your entrance.

As rough as Chris can be, and as much as you love the rough side of him, he always enters you slowly at first, giving you both time to adjust as to not hurt you. And of course he does that now. He presses his lips to yours passionately as he bottoms out and you moan loudly as his thick cock fills you up perfectly. He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, leaning his forehead against yours. “Always so tight for me, fuck.” He pulls out most of the way, only his tip left inside you, and pushes back in slowly, he picks up the pace, setting a steady rhythm. “Hmm, so good wrapped around me like this.”

Your hands grab his cheeks kissing his lips softly. “Chris,” you plead as your lips detach.

“Hmm?” he responds. 

“Harder. Faster, baby,” you coax. “Please.”

He chuckles. “As you wish.” He straightens his back as he stands up, his large hands grabbing hold of your hips. He looks at you with a dirty look before relentlessly pounding into you. He groans at the quick pace of your tight walls compressing his cock. You moan loudly as he thrusts up, hitting your g-spot every time. 

“Oh, fuck,” Chris moans, throwing his head back for a moment. “You like that, baby? You like it when I pound my cock into you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” you moan, fingers gripping the sheets again. “Fuck, Chris! Don’t stop.”

He continues to pound into you with a force that shakes the bed with every thrust. You moan each other’s name in strings of profanity. But then a phone starts ringing and buzzing on the nightstand next to the bed. You ignore it, knowing it’s not yours, since yours was still in the bathroom. 

Chris stills inside you and reaches for the phone but it is just out of his reach. “Help me,” he pleads, looking at you sweetly.

“Really?” you scoff. “Now?”

“Just get it please.”

You huff and stretch you arm to grab the ringing phone and hand it to Chris.

“Hello?” he says, answering the phone as he removes one of your legs wrapped around your hip and leans it on his shoulder. “Oh, sorry, dude. We’re not going to be able to make it tonight.” You conclude he is talking to the host of the party, silently priding yourself for having been right about them noticing the two of you weren’t there, but your thoughts were broken when Chris’ massive hand closed around your neck. You through your head back, loving the pressure he’s applying. “Why cant we? Oh. Uh,” Chris smirks down at you, puts the phone on speaker and puts it beside your head. His hand leaves your throat and rests at the base of your neck.

You look at him with wide eyes and mouth agape, astounded by when you know he’s going to do. He grabs your hip tighter with one hand and leans ever so slightly on the one resting on your chest. He pulls his hips out of you, and thrusts up, hitting your g-spot even better with the new angle.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stop his plan, but he pulls your hand away from your mouth, cocks an eyebrow at you as if to tell you to be loud and pounds into you even harder than before, making you moan his name so loud it was almost pornographic.

“Good girl,” he says and kisses your forehead. “That’s why,” he says into the phone and hangs up, then throws it off the bed. He straightens back out slightly, leaning above you once more and his hand slides back up to your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

Sure your arms would not be able to hold long enough to stay in his soft hair, your hands wrap around his wrist as he fucks you into the mattress and your moans waver with the harsh rhythm. The knot in your stomach is exponentially reforming with every thrust and Chris can tell from your pussy clenching around his cock. His hand on your hip slides down to rapidly rub your clit. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moans. “I’m close, too, baby.”

“Chris,” you pant, trying to form words. “Don-don’t ruin th-the sheets,” you struggle out.

Chris looks you in your eyes, his crystal orbs clouded with lust and love. “I’ll just have to cum inside you then, doll,” he groans.

The knot swells with those words, on the brink of breaking. “Yes,” you plead. “Please, Chris. Fill me with your cum.” You continue to moan, Chris’ pace is faltering as he gets closer to his edge with your encouraging words. He drops your leg off his shoulder, removes his hand from around your neck, and leans down over you completely, his sweaty body hanging over you. “Please,” you moan. “Fuck, I wanna feel you cum inside me, Chris. Please, cum for me, baby.”

“Yes, baby,” he kisses you. “I’m so close.”

His fingers rub at your clit faster pushing you farther as he stares down at where your bodies connect. 

“Chris!” you scream as you cum around him, your pussy throbbing around him. 

You feel his cock twitch inside you as it had done in your mouth, but he doesn’t pull out like he did then. He looks at your face in the state of pleasure he gave you. His lips connect to yours in a loving kiss as his hips jut forward, jerking as he bottoms out and covers your walls with streams of his hot cum, him moaning into the kiss the whole time. The feeling alone adding to your sensitivity making you cum all over again and you moan into him, too.

He stays still inside you as you both come down from your highs. After a moment, he begins to soften inside you, and he pulls out slowly, both of you groaning at the loss of contact. He pecks your lips one last time before he stands off the bed, and goes into the bathroom to get you a warm washcloth as always. 

You can feel his cum starting to drip out of you, and as he turns off the water and comes back into the bedroom, your fingers slide down your body and push it back into you as stare at him, shocked from the sight as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“What?” you say innocently. “I don’t wanna ruin the sheets.” You give him a cheesy smile as he walks over to you, gently cleaning you with the warm cloth. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he sighs, looking into your eyes lovingly, his having now faded back to their usual sky blue. “I love you, so much.”

You smile and sit up, gently placing your palms on his cheeks and pulling him into another sweet kiss. “I love you, more, Chris,” you giggle after breaking the kiss before falling back onto the bed. 

Once he finishes cleaning you up, he goes to throw the cloth into the laundry basket, and you adjust yourself, laying your head on the pillows on your side of the bed.

When he comes back again, his hand softly grazes your hips. “I may or may not have left some.. marks,” he frowns.

You look down at your hip, and see a faint hand shaped bruise starting to form. You gasp at it and look at his sad expression. “Hey,” you say to get him to look at you. “You didn’t hurt me, Chris. I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’m better than fine.” You pull his arm towards you and he gets the message and crawls back onto the bed. You hold your arms out for your post coital ritual, and he collapses on top of you with his head on your chest and his body crushing yours in the best way. 

“Baby?” he says, lifting his head to look at you.

You hum a ‘yes’ as your fingers slide into his soft hair as they’d been wanting to all night. 

“Don’t cover up the bruises and hickeys. Let everyone know I’ve marked you as mine.”

You kiss him again. “I won’t cover up,” you assure him. He smiles and lays his head back onto your chest. The two of you stay like that until your both asleep in each others arms. 

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A/n holy fuck I about bust a nut writing this (not proof read)