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steviebbboi · 4 months ago

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Good For It

Pairing: Ari Levinson x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nobody told her to leave the undesirables alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ari.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too, Ari.”

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

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Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 7)

Summary: It's your first time back in LA following what went down with Bryce. You expected it to be uncomfortable, you didn't expect almost everything to explode in your face

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Brief Minor Violence! Talk of Sexual-Misconduct! Poor Self-Confidence! Mention of Vomit! Talk of Anxiety!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

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Chapter 7

The stadium was already full when Chris stepped out onto the pitch to warm up. The LA heat was almost unbearable compared to the East Coast spring weather. Chris scanned the crowd which was full of LA Lions fans but to Chris’ joy, he could still see the occasional blue shirt of the Bears fan. Dedicated fans who made the long trip or kept their allegiance after moving.

Today was the first away game for a few weeks. It was an important match as the Lions were the main competition for the playoffs and championship, but also because it would prove that the current winning streak wasn’t because the Bears were at home.

Training had been intense the past week, Coach blasting the heating so the change in temperature wouldn’t be too stark. They also arrived in LA Wednesday evening despite the match not being until Saturday. It allowed them to train in the heat and recover from the flight so they were all fighting fit.

As Chris warmed up he glanced over to the bench where you were stood with the other medics. You looked good in shorts and a sports vest instead of the tracksuit you normally wore, but Chris kept spotting you glancing over at the Lion’s bench nervously.

You hadn’t told him exactly why you left the Lions so suddenly but he guessed it wasn’t for a happy reason. You seemed hesitant to be back here. Chris had a suspicion though, one he had when he was doing his research for tonight’s match.

He had watched all of the Lion’s games from this season to fully understand how they were trying to play. Despite knowing you obviously worked there, He was surprised when he first saw you on the footage, he wondered how he never noticed you before because now he couldn’t stop looking for you. It was one match that caught his attention though, it was the last match the Lions played before you left.

He could see in the small glimpses he got of you that you were acting different, acting like you were now Chris realised. In the footage, he watched as the Lion’s fly-half, Bryce Langley, went down and you jogged onto the pitch. Unlike all the other times you saw to Bryce in previous matches, you seemed pissed off, you snapped at him and even chucked a water bottle at him.

If Chris had to guess, Bryce was at least part of the reason that you left so suddenly. He just hoped Bryce stayed away today and didn’t cause you any more trouble.

Chris went back to warming up, practising his kicks. The crowd were doing their best to put him off, jeering as he did his run-up. But to his delight and their disappointment Chris slotted the ball between the posts each time. Chris grinned when he bent down to grab his tee, sending a winning smile to the crowds as he turned around only to see Bryce was watching him from his side of the pitch. Chris barely acknowledged him as he walked off to join his team for some drills.

When it was time to head back into the changing rooms to get ready for the match, Chris timed it so he walked by the bench next to you “You okay?” he asked quietly, pausing for a moment.

You gave him a small smile and nodded “Good just promise me you’ll beat the crap out of them” you asked.

Chris grinned and nodded his head “It’ll be my pleasure” he promised as he carried on towards the changing room only to notice Bryce once again watching him.

Soon enough it was time for kick off and both teams came out of the starting blocks with fire in their veins. It was a brutal first half and hard hits and each team scrapped to get over the try line only to be unsuccessful. The only points on the scoreboard were from penalty kicks.

There had been plenty of breaks as different players on either team needed some medical attention. Whenever there was a break the medic team would jog on, a couple going to the players that were down, the rest bringing water on for the rest of the team.

You had been mostly on water duty and whenever you came over Chris somehow always managed to end up standing up next to you. You occasionally brought on some instructions that had been radioed down from your dad.

After the most recent break when you went to leave the pitch, you gave one last instruction from your dad directly to Chris. Chris nodded and patted you on the shoulder as you left before moving to get back into position for the restart.

As he took up his position ready to kick the ball ready to start the next phase of play he spotted Bryce was watching him intensely and not because Chris was about to kick the ball, Bryce was also looking at you as you walked off the pitch.

Chris decided to take this moment since Bryce was clearly distracted, he checked the ref was ready to go and kicked the ball the restart the game. It was another rough ten minutes that ended with the ref calling both Captains over for a talking too, which to Chris’ annoyance meant Bryce came walking over. Chris ignored him as the ref told them both to get the penalties under control otherwise players would start getting sent off, but when they went to walk back to their respective teams Bryce spoke up.

“See you’re close to our old medic,” He said.

Chris arched a brow but didn’t engage.

“She’s a bit of fun isn’t she” Bryce smirked with a disgusting wink before turning away.

Chris clenched his fists as he took in that snippet of information. You and Bryce had been in some sort of relationship, one that clearly didn’t end well. Chris knew that it had to be Bryce’s fault and the reason why you were so nervous to be here and it made Chris’ blood boil. If he hurt you then Chris was gonna kill him.

Thankfully for Chris, he played the perfect sport that allowed him to dispense some justice, he just needed to play it carefully.

It was only a couple of minutes until half-time when the perfect opportunity presented itself. Johnny had kicked the ball down the pitch and it was going straight into Bryce’s hands. Chris timed his run perfectly, hitting Bryce with a hard tackle as soon as his boots touched the ground. The ball was knocked free the hit was so hard, yet Bryce just laughed as he lay underneath Chris.

“You can do better Evans” he chuckled.

Chris bit back a growl as he went to push himself up and rejoin the game but Bryce spoke up again.

“And I don’t mean the tackle, there better lays out there, she’s shit in bed” Bryce smirked up at Chris.

Chris saw red but still had enough reason to stop himself from punching Bryce. If he threw the first punch he would be sent off for the rest of the game, he wanted Bryce to throw the first punch. So instead he grabbed Bryce by his shirt, lifted him up and slammed him back into the ground before standing up so he looked more innocent.

Bryce took the bait, jumped to his feet and swung, his fist connecting with the side of Chris’ face. The crowd exploded as the two teams piled in, it was only once Chris and Bryce were surrounded and hidden from the cameras that Chris threw a punch, but not before getting a couple more to his face. Chris could feel blood trickling down from his forehead and he was pretty sure his lip was split.

Eventually, the teams and refs were able to break the fight up. Ari had his arm around Chris’ shoulders as he led him away to ensure Chris didn’t go in for round two even though they both knew Ari was more likely to go in again out of the two of them.

The medics ran onto the pitch, you ran straight to Chris “What the hell happened” you hissed as you passed him a water bottle and held some gauze to his eyebrow which was bleeding.

Chris squeezed some water into his mouth to sloosh out the blood before spitting it back onto the pitch “Don’t worry about it” he muttered.

A worried look passed over your eyes as you glanced over toward Bryce who was also being treated, when you looked back at Chris it looked like you wanted to be sick.

“Chris-” you started but Chris interrupted.

“Later”

You nodded and returned your attention back to getting the bleeding to stop. As you did so the ref who had been talking to the TMO walked over and showed Chris a yellow card. Chris sighed, it wasn’t great but at least it wasn’t a red which was the card that was shown to Bryce.

Since the fight had started in the 40th minute the ref called the end of the first half allowing all the players to head back to the changing rooms.

“Hold onto this and I’ll patch you up better in the changing room” you instructed as you grabbed your bag and stood up.

Chris did as he was told and held onto the gauze as he started to walk off the pitch, as he did so he glanced up to where all the coaches sat and watched the game. Even from this distance, he could see the look of fury on your dad’s face telling Chris he was about to get a bollocking in the changing rooms.

Once inside, Chris sat down in his cubby and let you carry on treating him. The cut on his brow had stopped bleeding allowing you to apply butterfly stitches to keep the cut shut. You then added a bandage to help protect it while allowing him to continue playing.

You were just cleaning up the small cut on his cheekbone and split lip when your dad finally stormed into the changing room “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT EVANS!” he bellowed loud enough to make the entire team flinch.

“I’m sorry sir, I just saw red” Chris apologised.

Your dad shook his head “That isn’t like you Evans! What on earth was he doing that provoked you” he asked.

Chris noticed how you froze for a second, a flash of fear passing over your eyes that only Chris could see.

“He was trash-talking Jensen and it just pissed me off” Chris lied, Jake looking over at him surprised.

“It's true I heard it, he deserved it” Johnny piped up.

Chris shot Johnny a thankful look, he knew Johnny hadn’t heard a thing but he clearly put two and two together.

“Right well good for you for sticking up your friends” Coach Y/L/N sighed “At least you didn’t throw the first punch” he then turned your attention back to you “Is he good to back on?”

“Just about to do the head injury assessment now” you responded.

Your dad nodded “Okay well it’s going to be 14 men on both teams for the first ten minutes of the second half so we should expect them to hit us hard during those ten minutes, but as soon as we get 15 men back on the pitch we need to hit them hard and make them regret losing Langley”

As he continued on with his halftime talk, you did the head injury assessment on Chris which involved a lot of you looking into Chris’ eyes. He just hoped you could see the reassurance he was trying to convey in them.

Today had been a disaster. You really regretted coming back to LA. Your dad had said that you could stay back in Boston if you really wanted to but you wanted to prove to yourself that you weren’t haunted by LA. Tommi was here, you needed to be able to visit her and the team would always play here at least once a season.

You had felt sick the entire time you were in the stadium, you could feel a thousand eyes on your back. The only time you felt better was when you felt Chris’ eyes on you, they felt like a gentle touch in between the stabs of pain.

It was enough to make you feel better, feel safer. You could do this, the tightness in your chest dissipated.

That was until the fight broke out between Chris and Bryce. You knew it had to be over you. You didn’t know exactly what Bryce but you had a good idea and all the progress you made was gone in an instant.

You had been feeling better about yourself following your night out with the ticket office girls. Whether he knew it or not Chris had built you back up by making you smile, he took you to bed and seemed to worship you. You felt more like the person you had been before everything happened.

But now Bryce had poisoned it. He has told Chris about you and you felt like you were back to square one.

Chris had said ‘later’ when you tried to ask him and you couldn’t work out if it was a good or bad later. Considering you had yet to speak to him following the match you felt pretty confident it was a bad later.

You had eaten dinner with your Dad who wanted to make sure you were okay being back in LA. When everything went down with Bryce you had called your dad in tears, you hadn’t told him every detail just that you had been in a relationship with a player and it ended so badly that you needed out. Your dad went into instant over-protective mode and you had to convince him not to jump straight on a plane over.

To anyone else, it would have been awkward talking about this sort of thing with their dad, but it had been just you and him, he’d been your mom and your dad so it felt normal. He didn’t know that the fight between Chris and Bryce was because of you, he’d believed the lie Chris had told him. Whether he lied to protect you or himself you didn’t know.

Now you were just sat alone in your hotel room, chin resting on your knees as you hugged them close to your chest. It was late but you couldn’t sleep. You were still waiting for Chris to come to discuss what had happened. He hadn’t texted you or said anything since the game but you knew it was only a matter of time.

It was half an hour later that you heard a light tapping of knuckles on your hotel room door. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off your bed, wrapping the loose long cardigan you wore around yourself tightly.

Like you suspected you found Chris on the other side of the door, an unreadable look on his face “Can I come in?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed and nodded as you stepped aside and let him in. He walked in and took a quick look around your room before he turned back to face you. He had changed into comfies, grey sweatpants and a navy blue tee. The cuts on his face looked better even if bruises were starting to form.

“Everything okay?” you asked quietly.

Chris nodded “I just thought I’d find out why I took a total of 3 punches to the face for you today” he said.

“Chris I-” you started before your voice gave out, your own body silencing you.

“You left LA because of him right? You were dating him and it went bad” Chris stated his hands buried in his sweatpant pockets probably to hide the fact that they were clenched.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” Chris pressed taking a couple of steps forwards towards you.

“He- he uh - it-”

“You can tell me” Chris promised.

“I know I just- it’s just-”

Chris let out a long sigh and dropped his head “It’s okay don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I… I just wanted to make sure you were okay” he said softly.

He lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the sincerity in them. It made your heart completely melt. It was at that moment that you realised that you did want to tell, you wanted this all off your chest even if it meant he left you because you couldn’t live the lie anymore.

“I want to tell you, I do…” you muttered looking down at the floor, fiddling with the sleeves of your cardigan “It’s just difficult” you admitted.

Chris nodded his head “That’s okay, take however long as you need” he said softly.

You bit your lip and nodded your head. Your mind was running at a million miles per hour trying to work out what you wanted to say or how to say it. You took a few deep breaths and tried to talk but every time you opened your mouth nothing came out no matter how hard you tried.

You looked back up at Chris and saw him patiently waiting for you. He wasn’t trying to rush you, he looked sympathetic and understanding. Which actually made it worse because you weren’t sure you could see that face change to disgust as you told him everything that happened.

“I’m sorry I- I can’t look at you when I… I just can’t” you said before turning around so your back was to Chris.

You took a couple more deep breaths, once you got going the rest would just fall out. You just needed to take that first step. You’d done it before with your Dad and Tommi so why was it so hard now? You’d done it before, you could do it again. You could do it.

“I had a crush on Bryce for a while, I never properly knew him but I thought he was hot and he seemed nice, he was a good laugh” you finally managed to say “Then at the Christmas party he finally reciprocated, I thought it would be a one-time thing and I was okay with that too but he kept coming back and I kept letting him in” you explained trying to keep your voice level, “he asked to keep it quiet, said it was to protect me, made me think it was exclusive when it wasn’t” you swallowed as you prepared yourself to recall the hardest part of the story “at my last match for the Lions I overheard him talking about me and not just him telling the team that we were together he told them everything, told them so much that I may as well have walked in naked and given them the information myself and it wasn’t like he was bigging me up, here was tearing me down, saying how shit I was- the disgust in his voice… I tried to brush it off and say it was just locker room talk but all of them just looked at me like I was naked and I felt so violated I-I had to leave”

You had to take a moment as the tears streaming down your face made it near impossible to talk but the floodgates were open and truths you hadn’t even voiced before came streaming out.

“It made me feel like spoiled goods, I’m not someone who asks for reviews and the first I got was the worst you could ever get and my confidence just went. I tried to get myself back on the horse to prove him wrong but that voice was still in my head, it still is telling me how disgusting I am and how there was no way that you’re enjoying this as much as you say” you shuddered “and even if you didn’t realise it then I’m sure after hearing all this you do now and it’s fine if you want to stop, want to leave… I wouldn’t blame you”

Silence fell in the room. The only sound was your sobs that you tried and failed to hold back. You covered your face with your hands to hide your tears, tried to stop them.

It felt like an eternity had passed, so long that you were certain that Chris had left and you hadn’t heard him go. That was until you felt his arms wrap around you tightly, holding you up as you completely broke down.

You were so distraught that you hadn’t even registered that he’d turn you around until your head was buried in his chest. Your fist clutching his tee as your tears soaked the fabric. He rubbed your back soothingly, his other hand cradling the back of your head.

You were faintly aware of him whispering comforting words in your ears as he pressed kisses to the top of your head. It was soothing and heartbreaking all at the same time. Chris was being so sweet and it pained you to think that you thought he wouldn’t. He’d given you no real reason to think the worst of him yet you did and you felt awful about it.

Your body began to shake with exhaustion. All the adrenaline that had been pumping through your body all left at once making you feel weak. Chris instantly picked up on it though as he scooped you up and moved to sit on the bed, you curled up in his lap.

With the exception of the comforting words he was whispering, he just let you cry it out, he didn’t try and get you to stop he just held you. It was only when your sobs receded and turned into hiccups that he spoke.

“Firstly I am so sorry you had to go through all that, I would have hit him harder today if I’d known” he sighed “But secondly… don’t you dare believe a word he says, you are not spoiled goods, you are not disgusting, and you can be damn well sure I have never felt that way about you either” he continued cupping your cheek as he tilted your head back so he could look into your eyes “when I’ve told you how much I enjoy our time together and how fucking good it makes me feel it is 100% the truth because I would never, ever lie to you about something like that”

“But-” you started but Chris silenced you by running his thumb over your lips.

“You are easily the sexiest woman I have ever had the pleasure of spending time with, you are like a drug that I cannot and do not want to quit” Chris stated, his voice full of conviction.

“Then why did he-” you sighed shaking your head.

Chris shrugged his shoulders “I don’t know, Bryce is so fucked in the head that I don’t even want to dive into his messed up mind to try and figure it out but I can guess that like all bullies he was projecting his own insecurities onto you and decided he needed an ego boost and so he started to brag” he sighed “all of it is on him not you”

You let out a long sigh and rested your head back against his chest as you thought back to all the times you had spent with Bryce, the memories completely different without the rose tint “he definitely isn’t the best I’ve had” you muttered “that award goes to you”

Chris snorted with laughter, and shook his head “I can say the same thing about you” he said softly.

“Thank you” you whispered “I am sorry you got punched by him today, I should have told you about all of this before”

Chris shook his head, his hand running soothingly up and down your back “It’s okay you weren’t ready to tell me, plus if you had I probably would have been the one who got given a red card because I would have outright punched him the first chance I got, I should really give you the man of the match medal” he chuckled.

“I thought Johnny got player of the match” you pointed out, brow furrowed in confusion. You could definitely recall Johnny showing it off in the changing rooms despite how awful you were feeling at the time.

“He gave it to me, said if I hadn’t taunted Bryce into the fight we wouldn’t have had the 1 man advantage and he wouldn’t have been able to score as easily as he did” Chris explained “So remind me tomorrow morning to give it to you” he smiled softly.

You shook your head “You keep it, you deserve it for sticking up for me”

Chris nodded but you had a sneaky suspicion that it would somehow end up in your possession anyway.

“Can I ask you something?” Chris then asked, you nodded your head to tell him to go on “Did you report what he did to you?”

You let out a long sigh and nodded your head “Yeah I went straight to the head coach after the match, to his credit he was really good about it, he launched an investigation into it but all the team took Bryce’s side and said he never said anything about me, it was my word against all of theirs and while the head coach believed me he said his hands were tied” you recalled.

Chris swore under his breath “That’s utter bullshit, he could have done so much more” he said his voice almost like a growl “I’m glad you left, seems like that entire club is backwards and not a safe space for anyone”

You nodded and let out a sigh “You’re right, it would be nice if there was some justice”

Chris hummed in agreement “I know, but there will be, these things have a way of working themselves out, and in the meantime, Bryce is walking around with a nasty black eye so he won’t be getting any attention for a while” he smirked.

You chuckled softly before yawning, the exhaustion from today finally catching up with you. You were finding it difficult to stay awake, especially in Chris’ warm and safe embrace.

“You tired?” Chris murmured as he looked down at you.

You looked up at him with droopy eyes, there was no denying that you needed to go to sleep but you really didn’t want Chris to leave “Not really” you said.

Chris gave you a knowing look “C’mon let's get you to bed” he hummed standing back up.

You tried to protest but it was an impossible battle as Chris pulled back the covers and guided you to climb in. You managed to grab hold of his hand as he pulled up the covers.

“Will you stay?” you whispered.

Chris smiled softly as he nodded his head “I’m not going anywhere” he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You watched as he stood back up and pulled his tee over the top of his head, turned off the lights, before climbing into bed with you. As he settled he pulled you into his side so you could rest your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you securely the weight of his arms comforting. It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep, only faintly aware of Chris kissing the top of your head as you drifted off.

To Chris' relief, you fell asleep quickly. He watched as all the tension and worry left your face and you completely relaxed as you slept. It took him a bit longer to be able to fall asleep himself. His mind focused on replaying back every interaction he’d ever had with you, noticing all the signs he’d missed.

Like how you were so set on making sure you were on the same page on exclusivity and how many details would be shared with others. He could tell it was important to you at the time but now he knew it was because you were trying to protect yourself, trying to ensure Chris wouldn’t do what Bryce had done.

He could also recall all the times an odd look would pass across your face. While he didn’t know exactly what you were thinking in those moments, he knew there were doubts and fears that only existed because of the damage Bryce had done.

Chris now understood why your dad was so adamant that none of the players messed with you. Hell Chris would be the same if his daughter had been so broken by a rugby player, heck Chris might even try and convince them to leave and use their skills elsewhere. He just hoped that Chris’ good reputation would be enough to convince your dad not to kill him.

Chris took one more look at you and studied your peaceful face for a few moments before deciding he should try and get some rest. It had been a long day afterall and his face still really hurt. The pain subsided though as he held you closer, breathed in the smell of your shampoo and let himself fall asleep.

Chris wasn’t sure how or why he woke up, all he knew was that he felt you tense in his arms before quickly climbing out of bed to make your way to the ensuite. He waited in silence for you to come back but what felt like an eternity passed and you didn’t. He waited long enough that he too climbed out of bed to make sure you were okay.

He tapped his knuckles gently against the hardwood door, he heard you suddenly sniffle in response “Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah,” you responded, your voice weak and shaky.

You weren’t okay, he’d known that from the moment you woke “You decent?” He asked, you hummed in response “Good, 'cause I’m coming in”.

Chris heard you protest, you said you were fine but Chris knew it was a lie. He got his confirmation of that fact when he found you sat on the cold tiled floor, knees hugged close to your chest. Sat right by the toilet which had its lid up ready to be used.

“I’m fine” you repeated weakly, but Chris saw the shiver that ran through your body.

Without saying anything Chris grabbed the fluffy bathrobe that hung on the back of the door and draped it around your shoulders “You’re not, and that’s okay” he said gently as he sat down next to you.

“It’ll pass, it always does” you whispered as you wiped your fingers under your eyes. All the colour had drained from your face and you looked exhausted, like someone who was about to be sick.

Chris’ brows pinched together “This happens regularly?”

You let out a long sigh as you hugged your knees closer to your chest “Ever since… you know…”

“Oh”

“Not every night, it comes and goes sometimes for long enough that I think it’s not gonna happen again and then it does”

Once again Chris was thinking back to all the times he’d spent the night, or you had come back to his. Trying to remember a time when you’d crept out of bed and he didn’t notice. The only time he could think of was the first night you spent at his house, you hadn’t shared a room let alone a bed but Chris remembered finding you downstairs. He cursed to himself that he hadn’t noticed it then, with hindsight he could recall how you didn’t look quite right and you seemed skittish.

“You had this the night of the Barbeque didn’t you?” he asked wanting to confirm his suspicions, you gave him the smallest of nods “Why didn’t you say?”

You shugged your shoulders weakly “I don’t know, the feeling had mostly gone by the time you came downstairs, maybe I was trying to rationalise it and say it was the alcohol and honestly… I just didn’t want to talk about it” you admitted.

Chris nodded his head understandingly “Have you spoken to anyone about it?”

You nodded your head “Yeah I told Tommi, she made me take a test, multiple tests, but they were all negative so at least it's not that but I don’t know what it is, I just get this sudden wave of nausea that wakes me up, my heart is pounding like I’ve just run miles but I’m never actually sick it feels like I’m on the verge”

Chris nodded slowly as he took in all that information, he studied you and was able to recognise a lot of what you were doing, he’d done it all before in his past.

“It’s anxiety” Chris answered, your head snapped over to him in surprise “I used to get that exact same feeling when I suffered from anxiety, still get it occasionally”

“But why?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders “Nobody really knows, but you told me something that happened to you that was traumatic to you and it was probably playing on your mind even if you didn’t realise it and triggered this”

You heaved a deep breath as you nodded slowly before resting your chin on your knees “I guess that makes sense”

“It’ll get better, I promise” Chris reached out to gently take your hand and hold it “How do you feel now”

You shifted your head so you could look over at him “It’s gone, I’m just very tired”

A gentle smile tugged at Chris’ lips “That’s normal too, people think anxiety and other mental illnesses are just mental, but they affect you physically too” You gave him a weak smile “C’mon let’s get you to bed”

He carefully helped you to your feet, holding you steady knowing your legs would feel weak. Once up on your feet, you looked up at him and Chris could have sworn he saw the start of tears in your eyes but before he had a chance to ask you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Chris wrapped his arms around you in turn and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He’d seen a completely different side of you tonight, the side you’d kept hidden. He felt his heart race as he recalled how broken you looked when you explained everything, how you seriously expected him to leave afterwards like you were undeserving of any form of care.

He wished he’d gotten a bigger punch in at Bryce for causing all this pain, he wanted blood even though deep down he knew that wouldn’t help you and helping you was more important. He was gonna be there for you, whenever you needed it but he wasn’t going to tell you that because he knows that just being told that it’s okay and someone is there to help isn’t enough, you needed to be shown it. Actions speak a thousand words. So in that moment, Chris swore he’d be there for you whenever you needed it, he’d show you that you were deserving of care and how exactly you should be treated, he’d build you back up piece by piece so you could never be hurt like this again.

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sweetiebarnes · 2 years ago

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Someone send me Bryce Langley x reader fics.

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years ago

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I absolutely love your character HCs and would like your opinion on another: CE Characters reacting to random physical affection. For example, they're reading something and you caress their cheek, run your fingers through their hair, start scratching their back, or even a quick kiss on the cheek?

I’ve been sparing this for when I’m in a certain mood and I’m so ready to write out this HC now. 😌♥️

Steve Rogers

Steve is sitting at the edge of your shared bed, getting ready to take a nap as he’s tired after days of hard work at S.H.I.E.L.D. You decide while he’s sitting there that you should get behind him and give him a back rub. He’s surprised as he looks behind, and that’s when you continue to do a back massage.

“Oh that feels really good, doll. Thank you…is there anything you would like me to do?”

He always wants to service you back, but this time you deny him other than have him stay where he is so you can show care to him. He appreciates it a lot and from then it becomes a frequent occurrence.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom is sitting on the couch, reading through a magazine about the nominated mystery novels, among those being Harlan’s newest book. He’s so into the reading of reviews that he doesn’t notice you getting behind him, and his head goes blank when your fingers run through the root of his hair. It’s unexpected but it feels heavenly to him, - but of course Ransom being Ransom ruins it as he gets defensive.

“What are you doing that for?” He asks, and you respond how you simply want to take care of him. He laughs as if he finds the idea is amusing to him, and dodges his head away from your touch, “I’m fine, I don’t need you to do that.”

Ransom later groans in frustration when you’re not there, realizing how much of a mistake it was to deny you because he knows he won’t have you touching him like that now unless he asks for it. He hates asking for things like that, but he has to learn from his consequences after all.

Andy Barber

Andy is standing by the kitchen island, sipping on his hot coffee while reading the news on the news paper. It’s a morning routine, and that’s why he doesn’t expect anything other than a kiss as a usual morning greeting from you when you come downstairs. However, as he puts the paper aside and meets your lips, you hold his cheeks with the palm of your hands for a deep kiss.

His eyes widens a bit, not expecting something so intimate from you first thing in the morning, and he speaks when you break away, “Woah, honey. Does it happen that I have done something in particular to receive that kind of greeting? Because if I have I’ll have to do it more often.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you respond something in the lines of you doing it because you love him.

Johnny Storm

Slight NSFW

Johnny is in the living room couch eating his ham sandwich while watching WWE, unaware you’re right behind him. With the both of you being playful comes with shenanigans, and now you are given the opportunity to do something to take him by surprise. You give his hunched shoulder a kiss, and as he leans back to see your face with a dopey smile you grab a handful of his pecs for a squeeze, making him burst out laughing from the ticking sensation.

He puts the plate of food on the table before jumping over the couch, attacking you with physical affection and being grabby with your breasts as you laugh and push him away playfully. “Baby, you started it, it’s only fair I get to do it back.” He says, not letting you get away. You eventually give in to his embrace.

He loves surprises, especially of those being from you where you touch him in the most interesting places.

Jake Jensen

Jake spends time playing video games mid afternoon on his time off, hoping to reach high levels before he inevitably has to go weeks without playing as he goes on missions again. You check on him, chuckling to yourself as you overhear his series of roasts to the team through the headphone microphone as he gets ahead of them. You decide you don’t want to disturb him, and walk over to place a quick kiss on his cheek which makes him stiffen from the sudden affection but he welcomes it.

“Aw thanks, babe…lemme give you one too.” He requests softly, and you get closer giving access to your cheek, receiving a gentle kiss from him.

He decides he hasn’t had enough and leads out to spend time with his girl, not caring that he’s loosing scores as the game carries on.

Bryce Langley

Bryce has been watching tribe documentaries for hours at his place, to the point of having to lay down on the couch with his eyes getting tired. While he naps his eyes, you come by, placing yourself on the empty space beside Bryce’s head on the couch. You sigh, turning off the documentary and Bryce furrows his eyebrows in protest, but before he can say anything, he is given a massage on his scalp, making him relax again.

“Oh fuck, that feels nice, baby. Keep going…” he requests with no shame, the feeling too good to deny.

Ending the evening with a head massage was certainly not in his plans, but Bryce can’t say he minds it at all. Your affections comes above his obsessions.

A/N: Ari will be added when I have an original idea for him. T.T

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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DO YOU KNOW ANY BRYCE OS OR STORIES? 😭

I have a couple, but I know a lot of people don’t enjoy writing about Bryce because he’s a little asshole. Why do I feel like @the-iceni-bitch has some Bryce stories. WARNING! You must like dark stories to read Natalie’s fics. Her stories are deliciously dark, but read ALL warnings! Do not go bitching to her about how they’re dark. She explicitly puts warnings for a reason!

Anybody else?? Bryce really is a bastard 😂

#fic recs #Bryce Langley

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onsunnyside · 2 years ago

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

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#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl

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smutsonian · 3 years ago

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chris evans characters masterlist

⚠️warning⚠️

may contain dark themes that could be triggering and/or can make others uncomfortable. please read each warning per story and beware. ( * = contains smut )

main masterlist

steve rogers

ransom drysdale

robert pronge

misc werks

bryce langley obsessing over a happily married woman hc *

dark colin shea being nice but having bad intentions for innocent reader *

#chris evans masterlist #steve rogers x reader #dark fic #steve rogers imagine #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale imagine #robert pronge x reader #rober pronge imagine #bryce langley x reader #bryce langley imagine #colin shea x reader #colin shea imagine

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spookiekewchie · 3 years ago

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⛓kinktober 2021- recording/humiliation⛓

—no light, no light in your bright blue eyes...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Bryce Langley x black!reader

Summary: Your family has worked for Ogden C. Osbourne for years, you've grown up side by side with his grandchildren. You think you and Bryce are friends, and then one night he shows you who he really is.

Word Count: 4.7k+

Warnings: DARK PLOT READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. general language warning, Bryce Langley (honestly he's a big ol trigger and says some fucked up shit), NONCON (do not read if you are triggered by this), drug usage, chasing, recording, humiliation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, fisting, reader being forced to say she's enjoying it, blackmail, threats of ruining the readers reputation, reader suffers some minor injuries, Bryce is dark af in this.

A/N: DAY TWENTY EIGHT OF KINKTOBER! This is a dark fic and YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

It’s the oldest story in the book, the one where the guy wants what he can’t have and decides to take it anyways. And it’s through no fault of your own that you’ve gotten caught up in this mess, you’ve sent no mixed signals, you haven’t flirted, or led him on. He knows you have a boyfriend who you’re happy with, but Bryce Langley is selfish and wants what he wants. You think it’s just a phase, one he’ll grow out of once the next pretty girl catches his attention. That’s the only reason you’ve never brought it up with Mr. Osbourne. Besides, you’ve been friends with him since you were both little. You trust Bryce despite his inconvenient crush on you.

That turns out to be a mistake that you don’t realize until it’s far too late.

He finds you finishing up the last bedroom, dancing to music that he can’t hear from your earbuds, but judging from the way your hips are swaying has you in a good mood. Bryce can’t help himself, he’s a little high already and watching your thick ass swing around in the air has him chubbing in his jeans already. It only gets worse when you bend over the bed to smooth out the covers. The shorts you wear already hug against your ass, exposing warm brown skin and he can see just the hint of cheek when you stretch over the bed. It’s good that you have the earbuds in and the music is playing otherwise the strained groan that leaves him would give him away. It doesn’t help him one bit that he’s seconds away from just shoving you down on the bed and mounting you right then and there. Yeah, seeking you out while he’s high was definitely a bad idea.

“Bryce? What are you doing in here?” You question, startling a bit when you turn around and find him staring at you. You pluck one of your earbuds out of your ear and offer your friend a sweet smile. Bryce has to check himself, he can’t afford to get distracted by your pretty smile or your full lips, and the thought of what they would look like wrapped around his cock.

“Nothing, I was just wanting to see if you wanted to smoke with me before you went home.”

You check your watch, you have time before you have to go get ready for your date with Colin. “Yeah, I can hang for a bit.” You tell him, and Bryce grins and throws an arm over your shoulders leading you out of the finished room and out to his car. Your little guest house isn’t that far off from the manor, just a few miles and normally you’d be happy to walk but Bryce insists on driving you over.

Everything seems to go as usual, you laugh and joke with your friend, puffing on a joint and declining any of the harder drugs that Bryce tried to offer you. When he eventually pulls out a handheld camcorder you don’t think anything of it, laughing when he aims the camera in your direction. You’re feeling good from the weed, relaxed and you don’t pay attention to the way that Bryce let’s the camera slowly drag down your sprawled out form. “God, you really are such a fucking tease, pet.” He mumbles, and you wave him off and take another pull from the joint before offering it back to Bryce. He declines it and you just shrug and bring it back to your lips.

“I am not. Stop it.” You scoff, sluggishly shaking your head with a sigh. You look at the clock hanging on the wall, and curse. Jumping up from the sofa clumsily. “Shit, I gotta get ready for my date. Thanks for the weed, but—Bryce get that thing out of my face, I gotta get ready. I need you to leave.” You try to reach him so you can push him out of the guest house, but Bryce steps back and out of your reach with a dark chuckle.

“Right, Colin. You still dating that loser? Does he know how you prance around here barely dressed?” Bryce questions, and your brow furrows in confusion. “Does he know how you fucking tease me everyday?” He continues, and you shake your head in denial. You don’t do that, you’re sure of it. Sure he was handsome, and maybe if he had made a move before you met Colin and had fallen for him things would have been different, but Bryce hadn’t and now in your mind it’s too late.

“Stop it, Bryce. This isn’t funny, I told you already I’m not interested in you like that. I thought you were over this.” You frown, arms folding over your chest. You don’t like this, and Bryce is making you feel uncomfortable and uneasy.

Your high is soured by this shift in Bryce’s energy, he’s not the bright, fun loving young man that you’ve come to know and enjoy hanging out with. There’s something dark and sinister about the way he glares at you from behind the handheld camcorder. “Let’s play a game.” He says, a chill shoots up your spine. “We’re going to make a little...documentary. Let’s call it,” He pauses as if he’s thinking it over. “Whores in the wild.” You flinch at such a harsh word being aimed at you. “I’d start running if I were you, because if I catch you I am going to wear that little cunt of yours out.” He sneers, and it takes you all of one second to turn and start to sprint out into the darkness. You have no idea where you’re running too, you think that if you can make it back to the main house that you can wake someone up and you’ll be safe from whatever has gotten into Bryce.

You tear through the treeline, ignoring the branch that cuts your cheek open, you don’t stop to worry about it. You just keep running in the general direction of the main estate manor. You trip and stumble, hands scratching against rocks and sticks in the ground but you push yourself back up and keep running. You feel like you’re moving in slow motion though, and it makes you panic and trip again, this time you catch yourself on a tree trunk. Steadying your feet you quietly sob, fear and panic trying to grip you and make you curl in on yourself. You swallow it down and push off from the tree to keep running, you can’t let Bryce catch you. Not after that threat, and not when you don’t doubt that he’ll follow through with it.

I should have just had Colin meet me for our date tonight. You think, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks at the thought of your boyfriend. Your hands frantically search your pockets for your phone but then you remember that you left it lying on your sofa. You’d scream out in frustration but you can hear Bryce trampling through the woods behind you as you try to make it to safety.

The dread grips your heart tight, and as you run you try to think back on every moment that you’ve shared with Bryce. Had there been signs that he had a dark side, had you really been giving him mixed signals? You quickly shake that thought off, you know that you haven’t. You’d made it clear from the first moment that he’d tried to make a move that you only saw him as a friend and that you were happy with Colin. You thought he had taken it well, but clearly not if he’s hunting you through the woods as if you’re some type of animal.

“You’re leaving quite the trail, pet! It’s almost like you want me to catch you!” Bryce calls out into the night, and you choke on a sob. You don’t want that, you don’t want that at all and his words make you lose track of your surroundings as you run blindly through the trees. Your foot catches on a raised tree root, and it twists your ankle as you fall to the ground with a pained cry. Your hip lands hard against a rock, and pain racks your frame as you let out a wheezing breath.

“Fuck!” You quietly hiss, carefully clawing your way back up to your feet. You try to test your weight on the ankle that’s twisted and wince as the pain shoots straight up your leg. You’re at a disadvantage now, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to hobble your way to freedom. You’ve still got some hope left in you, even as you can hear Bryce clear as day behind you as he finally catches up.

“Look at her, still trying to run even though she knows it’s over.” Bryce doesn’t even need to raise his voice for you to hear him, and you turn to look over your shoulder. He’s right there, you can see him clearly and your heart lurches. Immediately you snap your head back around and start calling out for help, but you know you’re too far for anyone to hear you out here. You cry, cold fear shooting up your spine when you feel Bryce moving in close enough that his body heat seeps into you. It’s chilly out, and you’re only in a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of comfortable flats. You shiver, watching as Bryce circles around you while he films his video on the camera.

“Bryce please, I’m hurt and it’s cold. This isn’t funny, just...just help me back to the guest house and we can forget about whatever this is.” You try, carefully limping backwards away from him. That’s a mistake, and you end up stumbling to the ground with a cry. Bryce just laughs, following you down and letting the camera scan down your body again as you try to scramble away from him when he reaches out to touch you. That only angers him and he grabs you by your dark hair, forcing you to stay still.

“Yeah and what about me, huh? You don’t think I’ve been hurt by you and your fucking games?” He spits, yanking on your hair hard enough to make you cry out in pain.

“Bryce, stop this! I haven’t been doing anything, why are you acting like this?!”

He ignores your question, setting the camera down so he can flip you over onto your stomach and force you lower body up onto your knees. He has you face down in the dirt, and when you try to move he presses your face back down hard. “You fucking move before I tell you to, you tell anyone about this, you think about trying to quit, I will make sure my grandfather believes that you’ve been stealing from him right under his fucking nose.” Bryce threatens, and you suck in a sharp breath. “I’ll even use this video as proof. A little editing here and there and you’ll look like nothing more than a junkie whore. The exact type that would steal from her benevolent employer.”

You’re crying again, knowing that if Bryce did that your reputation would be ruined. Your good name would be dragged through the mud and you’d be lucky if you could get hired to scrub a toilet. It’s a heavy enough threat that you don’t move, and you don’t scream when you feel Bryce roughly yanking down your shorts and underwear with one rough pull. You want to cover yourself from his view, and the camera but moving carries the threat of him ruining you and making you unhirable. You close your eyes when you hear him humming in approval, clearly enjoying the sight of your bare sex, and when he pressing fingers against your clit and begins to circle them over it you suck in a sharp breath. “Bryce, please. It’s not too late to stop this, I promise I won’t tell.” You beg, and he just spits on your dry cunt and uses his saliva to get you slick.

“Oh I know you won’t tell, because no one would believe you.” You hear a zipper coming down and you choke on a sob and clench your eyes shut as tightly as you can. “Who’s gonna believe you over me anyways?” When he says that it hurts you even more, you know what sort of disadvantage you’re at here on more than just one level. The fact that he’s willing to take advantage of that makes your heart crack in two. Even Bryce knows it’s low, he knows this whole thing is fucked up, but he’s selfish and if this is the only way he can have you then so be it. If this were a more primitive time he’d be well within his rights to claim you like he’s planning to. He’d be congratulated, and you’d be expected to fall in line and be happy or suffer in silence. That’s how he rationalizes what he’s doing when he pulls his cock free and lines himself up to push into you with a grunt.

You cry out in pain, hips involuntarily shifting away from him before he reminds you of his threat. “Bryce, no! I don’t want this, please stop it hurts!” You plead, gritting your teeth when he forces himself deeper into your channel despite how there’s no natural slickness from you to aid him or show that you want this in the slightest. The intrusion stretches you and burns, and it makes your insides churn as Bryce takes you by force. You sniffle into the dirt, trying not to think about the fact that Bryce is filming this shameful moment.

��Doesn’t matter what you want, pet. This is what you need, need to learn your fucking place and that’s under me.” He grunts, using his free hand to strum at your clit and you hate that your body starts to react and slick slowly begins to gather at your sex. You don’t want to feel any pleasure in this, but your body has other plans and its natural reaction helps to make it easier for Bryce to fuck into you despite your pleas for him to stop. “You keep complaining, but you’re getting wet, and you’re fucking squeezing the life out of me. Does Colin even get you off, you’re so tight I gotta wonder if you can even feel his cock.” You hate the way he talks to you like this, you hate how he brings up Colin and talks about him the way he does. You know you’re more than satisfied with Colin, and in fact Colin fills you so much better than Bryce does but you don’t say that. You don’t want to set him off anymore than he already is, not when he’s already holding such a heavy axe over your head.

It’s all so humiliating, and you hate that your body encourages him with how your walls begin to flutter around Bryce, sex gripping and clenching around him as he starts to let each stroke of his cock hit you deep. He may not be as thick as Colin, but he’s thick enough to stretch you, and long enough that you can feel the tip of cock hitting hard against your cervix. It makes you cry out, and your toes curl in your flats as you pull up clumps of dirt and sob into the Earth at the feeling. You hate how this is how you find out what sex with Bryce would be like, something you only thought about briefly in the past when you thought he might ask you out or make a move. He never did, and now this is what you’re left to deal with. It’s tortuous and yet there’s pleasure there that your body feels as it reacts to how roughly he’s fucking you. The coil is tightening, and you can feel it twist tighter and tighter as the pressure between your thighs builds to a precipice. You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep yourself quiet when that pressure finally makes the coil within you snap, and you feel the unwanted orgasm wash over you. You don’t want Bryce to have the satisfaction of hearing you, but he can feel it and he can see the way your body quakes from it.

“All that fucking whining, and you couldn’t even keep yourself from cumming on my cock. Guess you don’t love that boyfriend nearly as much as you claim too.” Hearing Bryce say that makes your heart crack in two. You know that it’s your body's natural reaction to stimulation, but the guilt is still there regardless and it only grows when you feel Bryce reaching his own climax as your body pulses around him and milks his cock for his spend. “Admit it, you wanted me to fuck you. You fucking needed it!” When you don’t say anything and just whimper that you don’t he yanks your face up from the dirt and forces the camera in your face, nearly blinding you with the bright light that shines from it. “Admit it!” He demands, and you let out a broken sob.

He’s gone mad, you think to yourself, just tell him what he wants to hear so he’ll let you go.

“I—I wanted you to fuck me,” You struggle with saying it, and it makes you feel nothing but shame to be forced to say that on camera. “Can...can I please go now, Bryce? My ankle really hurts.” You ask quietly, eyes downcast and unable to meet his darkened blues. He narrows his eyes at you, and shoves your cheek back into the dirt as he moves the camera behind you to catch his spend starting to leak out of you. He pushes it back inside you with rough fingers, making you cry out sharply at the sudden feeling of his fingers delving inside you. He pumps two digits into you, using his cum as lube to make it easier for him to work in a third finger. You hiss, gritting your teeth and grunting when you feel him curling and searching for that sweet spot inside you. You give an involuntary gasp when he finds it, and Bryce smirks as he begins to pump his fingers mercilessly against it. This time the pleasure he forces on you is intense and all consuming. It has your mouth falling open and cries of pleasure that you can’t stop from escaping you as he forces a fast and messy orgasm out of you.

“Oh there she is, filthy whore. What? Were you hoping I’d just let you run off so you can just go fuck your boyfriend and let him have my sloppy seconds?” You shake your head, honestly sex is the last thing you want more of. Right now you just want a shower and to drink until you can forget this night ever happened. But Bryce has other plans, and he wants to leave you wrecked. “Let’s see you try to fuck him after I leave you all loose and useless.” He scoffs, and then you feel the fourth finger pushing into you. You panic, but Bryce quickly sets the camera off to the side at the perfect angle and distance to capture the moment. Before you can pull entirely off of his fingers he has you by the hair, and slams his four digits back into you fully.

“Bryce no, please no! I won’t have sex with him, I promise. Just let me go now please!” But you’d have better luck begging a brick wall, because Bryce just ignores your promise and slowly and carefully folds his thumb into his palm so he can start working his hand into you. You struggle with the widest part, and the pressure feels immense as his hand finally pushes into your pussy and it leaves you panting, and gasping. You’ve never done this before, and Bryce hasn’t exactly been gentle with you. It’s a miracle that nothings gone more wrong than it already is, it’s a small mercy that you can’t even fully appreciate because it does nothing to remedy what you’re feeling at the moment. You’re stretched, and feeling incredibly full, and what’s worse is that it doesn’t hurt like you anticipated it would. It feels good, and god do you wish it didn’t. You close your eyes, and breathe, you let your mind trick you into believing that it’s Colin that’s doing this to you. Maybe if you can just convince yourself of that you can bear it.

“Fuck, more of a whore than I thought.” Bryce says with a low whistle, and just like that your fantasy is shattered by the sound of his voice. You choke on a sound, feeling Bryce curl his fingers into a fist and when he moves his hand inside you the sound that comes out of you is almost animalistic. "Go on, tell me how good it feels."

You open your mouth to say something, and nothing but a lewd moan comes out of you. Bryce just snickers, his fist moving inside you, his knuckles strumming against spots inside you that make you see stars. You can feel the pressure again, building so much quicker than before. The schlick schlick schlick of your cunt wrapped around his fist is loud in your ears, and you know the camera is picking up on it as well. Your body burns with humiliation, and yet more of your slick is gushing down his wrist despite that. Screaming, you drag your nails against the soft Earth under you. And the third climax that Bryce draws out of you nearly knocks you out entirely, your vision whites out and you can feel the gush of your juices as Bryce makes sure to drag the moment out for as long as he can. A ruined cry tears its way out of your throat, it’s frustration, shame, humiliation, and ecstasy all mixed into one and you’re left feeling raw and sore by the end of it.

Bryce pulls his hand out of you, careful of how tightly you’re still clenching around it. “My messy little whore,” He sighs out, grabbing up the still recording camera so he can capture the moment when he wipes his hand over your face and hair to smear your essence over your features. It’s just another thing to leave you feeling dirty and humiliated, and you’re starting to realize that this is just Bryce’s way of punishing you for not willingly giving him what he wanted on your own. You just stare at nothing in particular, not moving an inch when Bryce pulls your panties and shorts back up to cover you. Then stands to his feet and fishes his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulls out a wad of hundred dollar bills and as if to further rub salt into the wounds he’s inflicted on you, Bryce stuffs the wad of cash into your pocket and gives you a pat on the ass. “Go get that ankle checked out in the morning. Looks like it might be swollen.”

Then he leaves you there, alone in the woods. You don’t move at first, too numb and in shock to move until the chill in the night air begins to settle in your bones.

It takes longer to hobble your way back to the guest house, than it took for you to wind up in the spot where Bryce had attacked you. You're tired, and aching all over. Looking at the clock you see that it’s fifteen minutes past the time that you were supposed to meet Colin and you sniffle and try to stifle your tears as you scoop your phone up off the sofa so you can call him.

He’s been calling, and texting. Wondering where you are and if you’re okay. You aren’t but you can’t tell him that, so you paste on a smile even though he can’t see you maybe he’ll hear it.

“Hey, Colin. Sorry I’m not there yet. I um...I don’t think I’m going to make it.” You tell him once he’s answered and told you how relieved he is to hear from you.

“Are you okay? Did something come up?” He questions, and you suck in a deep breath to steady your voice.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just uh...had an accident at work. Fell down a few steps on the stairs and twisted my ankle pretty bad in the fall. I’m fine though, I’m going to the doctor first thing in the morning to make sure everything’s okay.” And to get a plan b pill from the drugstore, but Colin doesn’t need to know that when the two of you already use protection.

“Shit babe, are you sure you want to wait until the morning? Why didn’t anyone take you to the ER? Does your boss know?” Colin fires off questions a mile a minute and normally his concern for your well being is endearing but right now you just need him to be quiet.

“Sweetie I’m fine, I haven’t told Mr. Ogden yet, but if the doctor says it’s something more I’ll let him know I promise.” You sigh, limping your way to the bathroom. “I’m just sad I missed dinner, I know you were looking forward to it.”

“It’s fine, babe. Just try to get some rest and take a few days off work, don’t let those rich fucks work you while you’re injured.”

“Promise. I’ll talk to you later okay, I’m really tired now.” You say, and thankfully Colin doesn’t hold you on the line for much longer after that. You throw your phone onto the bed as you limp past it, and you enter your bathroom. Mentally you try to brace yourself for what you’ll see, somehow it’s worse than you expect. Your bottom lip is split from when you’d bit into it, your hair is a mess of tangles, dirt, and twigs. Your eyes are bloodshot from crying, and you look...haunted. You can’t look at yourself for much longer, and instead you strip out of your clothes, content to just throw them away. The shower you take is long and scalding, and by the time you’re done and the water is running cold, your skin is raw and irritated from how hard you have scrubbed at it.

All you want is to lay down, you know you won’t be able to sleep, but you’re so tired and exhausted from your ordeal. You settle for watching movies on the television to occupy your mind, but first you go to the freezer to grab a couple of icepacks. One for the blooming bruise against your side from when you had first fallen in the woods, and another for your sore center. There's barely a chance for you to relax before you're letting out a startled shriek when there’s a sudden knocking on the front door. Your phone chimes a second later, and when you open it you see a picture of Colin outside holding up a bag of takeaway containers. God he’s so sweet it makes you want to cry, and you do. Opening the front door and hugging him so tight that he has to pry you off of him so he can breathe.

He can tell something is wrong, but when he asks you if you’re sure you’re okay you just brush it off as being shaken up from the fall. When he asks about the icepacks you just show him the bruise and tell him you might have pulled something in your groin as well. You aren’t sure if he buys it or if he knows you well enough to not push when you clearly aren’t ready to share something with him. He dotes on you instead, making sure you’re fed, and that you don’t move around too much on your injured ankle. And when you ask him to stay the night he doesn’t question it and promises to be there when you wake up in the morning. He even promises to drive you to the doctor’s office to get your ankle checked out.

You can’t fully relax, but having Colin there let’s you sleep through the night and he soothes away any nightmares that attempt to plague you.

smh I had to bring some sweetness into this shit because Bryce was just terrible. So have the reader's boyfriend. Colin Shea, my love.

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