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Scare Prank » Chris Evans
Week of October 13th-19th
Pairings: Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader with daughter Maddie and Dodger
Summary: Chris scares yours and his daughter and her friends while theyâre watching scary Halloween movies.
Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, nicknames/pet names
A/N: We all know Chris likes to do scare pranks so I had to include it in my Halloween Master List. Enjoy!
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
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GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.
âHey, babe.â You greeted Chris with a kiss. âHow was your day?â You asked.
âGood.â Chris answers, kissing you back. âWhereâs Maddie?â He asks.
âWatching scary movies with her friends in the living room.â You tell him.
Chris grins to himself. You know that grin all too well. Itâs the grin that appears on his face when heâs thinking about scaring someone. As a matter of fact, he had that grin on his face when he scared you a couple days ago.
âDonât even think about it, Chris.â You warned.
âIâm not going to do what youâre thinking, sweetheart.â He says, the grin remaining on his face.
Chris gave you another kiss before walking away to change into more comfortable clothes. You sighed and looked down at Dodger.
âHeâs gonna do what I think heâs going to do, isnât he, buddy?â You say.
Dodger just stared up at you and wagged his tail. You went to the kitchen to get a snack for Maddie and her friends. Dodger followed you and laid down next to the kitchen counter.
Chris came back downstairs and quietly walked in the living room. Maddie and her friends were watching Halloween movie franchise. What a great opportunity to give them a little scare, right? He slowly approached them and went behind the couch with the camera app open on his phone and pressed record.
âBOO!â Chris shouts, scaring them.
Maddie and her friends screamed while Chris started laughing. Dodger ran in the living room and started barking. You sighed and rolled your eyes at your husbandâs shenanigans as you walked in the living room.
âDad!â Maddie whines. âWhy would you do that while weâre scary movies?!â She asks.
âIâm sorry, sweetie.â Chris laughs. âI had to.â He says, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
âI told him not to.â You say to her, handing her more snacks.
âMake sure he doesnât do it again, mom.â She says.
You nodded and gave her a smile before walking out of the living room to let her and her friends continue their movie night. Chris and Dodger followed you to the kitchen.
âWhy did your dad scare us like that?â Maddieâs friend asks.
âItâs just something my dad does.â Maddie answers. âMy uncle does it too.â She says.
When you got to the kitchen, you turned around and glared at your husband.
âDonât look at me like that, sweetheart.â Chris put his hands on your waist. âIt was funny and you know it. Even Dodger knows it.â He says, looking down at Dodger to see him wagging his tail and looking up at you guys.
You playfully rolled your eyes and kissed him.
âIâm so sending this video to Scott.â He says.
Chris pulled the video up on his phone and watched it. You watched it too. You couldnât help but laugh when Maddie and her friends screamed when Chris scared them.
âOk, fine.â You laughed. âItâs funny.â You admitted.
âSee! I told you!â Chris laughs and kissed you. âIâm gonna send it to Sebastian and Anthony too.â He says, loud enough for Maddie to hear.
âDO NOT SEND IT TO UNCLE SEBASTIAN AND UNCLE ANTHONY!â Maddie shouts from the living room, making you and Chris laugh.
âTOO LATE!â Chris shouts back, clicking send.
Maddie groans and slouched back against the couch, already knowing what the texts from Sebastian and Anthony are going to say when they watch the video.
âIâm actually interested to know what Sebastian and Anthony are going to say when they watch that scare video.â You say with a small giggle.
âMe too.â He replies. âWe already know what Scott is going to say.â He says with a chuckle and sent the video to his brother.
-Buckyâs Doll
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â§.*àłââ·Â pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist àŒ*·Ë
â§.* : ÌÌâ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)
â§.* : ÌÌâ word count: 375.
â§.* : ÌÌâ warnings: breeding, dirty talk, usual filthy ari
â§.* : ÌÌâ requested by: anonymous
â§.* : ÌÌâ notes: wakey wakey besties, new drabble just dropped!!!!! hiiiii!!!! how ya been!! i've missed u all sm so i return with a little ari drabble <33 all of this was written on my phone so pls mind the mistakes and lemme know what u think!!!<3
*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
âYou fuckinâ feel me, pup? Hmm? Feel me deep in this little cunt?â Ari rambled heatedly into your ear as his hips battered against the meat of your ass. Your frame bent underneath him, your breath moistened the sheet below you; pitiful moans and pleading whines were the only thing to fall past your spit slicked lips as your head swirled with everything Ari.Â
âSâmatter? Canât speak? Canât think?â Ari teased before lifting a little to snake an arm around your neck, bicep hugging your throat while he continued to fervently fuck into you. You couldnât help but meet his thrusts, arching your back to drive your hips together harder, deeper. âThatâs it, âatta girl, fuck yourself back on my cock. Keep it goinâ, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim, breed this tight pussy.âÂ
A cock-drunk smile cracked across your lips hearing Ariâs lustful rants. One thing about Ari is that it was guaranteed that heâd lose all ability to keep his filthy thoughts to himself once inside you.Â
âWhining like a bitch in heat. You want it? You want me to breed you, hmm? Knock you up with a little pup, mmm? Send you to Curtisâ next for a fill, then your golden boyâ your Stevie,â Ari spat his name like it was venom on his tongue as he drove his cock deeper into your aching cunt. âThen your Jakey⊠Although he prefers this little hole, doesnât he?â
Ariâs thumb pressed against the tight ring, the pad of his thumb slick with his spit, or the leaking wetness spilling from around his cock.
âFinish you off with Pete and that awful, mean Lloyd, hmm? Make sure you have a whole litter. Nothinâ but a hole for us to fillâ Fuck,â Ari cut off, strangled and twisted as you felt his hips stutter, your head dropping to the pillow below as he filled you and used his softening cock to fuck his cum deep inside you.Â
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Title: đłđđđđđđĂ€đđđđ [6]
Pairing: Dark!Ransom x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Summary: Your husbandâs twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why.Â
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Basement-wife, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Smut, Darkfic, Dead Dove: Do not eat!
Word Count:Â 3,776
A/N: whew. okay. weâre back, weâre updating, and weâre getting back on track. i think the motivation behind the madness is becoming a little clearer. or at least, more clear. i hope you all enjoy, and as always, comments and especially reblogs are always appreciated. â€ïž divider by @firefly-graphicsâ
Itâs your wedding day, again.Â
 You remember the soft white satin of your dress like it was yesterdayâonly itâs today, isnât it? How can something happen again if it hasnât happened yet? You look down at your hands, where the lacy sleeves of your wedding dress loop gracefully around your thumbsâyour nails are picked raw and bleeding. You look back up at the mirror, and your own distraught face stares back at you.Â
 I donât want to get married.Â
 No, that isnât rightâthis is a good day, a happy day, why donât you want it anymore? There is knowledge that dances just out of touch as you stare fuzzily at the mirror in your bridal suite. Something is wrong, but you donât remember what it is. The mirror fragments, each component folding away as the world tilts on itâs axis, wood flooring becoming red carpet strewn with rose petals.Â
 You stand at the altar, the priest beaming at you.Â
 You will take him wonât you? As husband, husband and wifeâRansom splits in two like a cell, and both of them hold your hands so tight the bones creak and hurt andâ
 âI love you, Princess, Sweetheart, Darling, Mineââ One voice, two mouths, one person, two bodies. You donât realize theyâre pulling until you tear, splitting right down the middle like youâre made of tissue paper. too. Pulling you to bloody pieces as they repeat oaths of husbandly devotion.Â
 My wife.
 MY WIFE.
 You wake up in darkness, your heart pounding in your chest. It disorients you, and you blink, expecting the cloud to clear from your eyes but it doesnât. Immediately your hand goes to your stomach, and your frantic heartbeat calms just a fraction as you rest a hand on the gentle swell. The thoughts in your head are still an anxious jumble. Ransom, Lloyd, the partyâ
 God, the party.Â
 Your stomach churns as you recall Lloydâs cruel smile.Â
 Tell him. Tell me what he says.Â
 You clap a hand to your mouth as an anguished sob threatens to escape. Ransom, Lloyd⊠where had they taken you? You frantically feel your way to the edge of the bed, your feet slipping a little on the cool tile as you stand.Â
 âH-hello?â You call out into the darkness, but thereâs no response. Trembling, you begin taking short, halting steps forward, your hands outstretched. âP-please, someoneâfuck!â You curse loudly as your foot catches the edge of something, a table, a chair, you canât tell. âAnswer me!âÂ
 No one does.Â
 You wander forward blindly until you reach a wall, and, feeling along it, you feel plaster turn to glass. You gasp, frantically dragging your hands along the surface until feel somethingâa switch. You flick it up, and thereâs a sound like whirring gears. The lights donât come on, but something else happens instead: the blackout shades on the other side of the thick pane of glass begin to lift, light creeping in underneath the edge. Itâs blinding at first, spots dancing in your eyes as you throw a hand up to shield them, but after a moment, they adjust.Â
 You see⊠a beach.Â
 An empty beach.Â
 The clear blue water comes straight up to the window like an aquarium. There are no people on the pristine, white sandâno one to hear you as you frantically beat your palm against the glass. Frantically, you turn around to take stock of the room, grabbing for a nearby chair. You knock over the little coffee table in the sitting area next to you, but you donât care. It takes all your strength to heft it above your head, screaming as you slam it into the glassâ
 But nothing happens. It connects with a dull thud, the treated wood splintering as it cracks. The window is unharmed, barely even scratched. An anguished wail tears from your chest as you throw everything within reach that you can lift, beating everything into splinters until youâre left panting and sobbing in the wreckage.Â
 âSweetheart you know that really isnât good for the baby.â You whirl around frantically, grabbing for the leg of a chair youâd broken into kindling against the indestructible-fucking-window, brandishing it threateningly. You hadnât even heard the sound of a door openingâin fact, as you stare, wide-eyed around the room, trying to pin down his point of entry, you canât seem to find a door at all in the lavishly decorated suite.Â
 âFuck you!â You snarl at him, your lip curling. âLetâlet me out of here!â Ransom clucks his tongue at you like youâre an errant child.
 âYouâre a smart girl, Love. You know Iâm not going to do that.âÂ
 âYou canât fucking keep me in hereââ Ransom shakes his head.Â
 âI can, Sweetheart. And Iâm going to. Weâre going to.â He casts a disparaging look down at the ruined chairs and table by your feet. âLloyd did tell me not to put the good stuff in firstâI underestimated your temper.â The casual remark makes you want to swing your makeshift bat at his head. âHe designed it for you, you know. I thought we could just lock you in the basement, but now that I see it, I think this is better.âÂ
 âYouâre a monster.â Youâre crying, hard, hysterical sobs that leave your throat raw and aching. He actually has the gall to look hurt by your insult, his face crumpling as his mouth presses into a thin, angry line.Â
 âA monster that loves you. That would do anything to protect youâeven from yourself.â Your body seizes with fear as he crosses the room in a few easy strides, gripping your shoulders with furious hands. You whine as he squeezes, pressing harder and harder until you drop the scrap of wood youâre holding. You donât know this Ransom, this maniacal, cruel man wearing your husbandâs face, your husbandâs ring.Â
 âDo you remember what it was like when we got together?â He asks. Ransom shakes you a little, like heâs trying to jog your memory. âLiving at home with your parents, helping them with every single bill because you were terrified your sister was going to graduate high-school on the streetsââ
 âSo what?â You spit back. âWhat the fuck does that have to do with anything?âÂ
 âI gave you everything.â For the first time you see the same possessive madness in his eyes youâd seen in Lloydâs. âAnd you think you can just walk away? Take from me until youâve gotten your fill? Thatâs not how this works, Sweetheart.â He releases you and you stumble away, clutching yourself. He straightens his shirt, smoothing back the errant hairs that have fallen into his face.Â
 âWeâre going to give you such a good life, Sweetheart. You just have to trust us.âÂ
 âI will never trust you again.â You growl the words at him like a threat. âI hate you.â And then, inexplicably, heâs your Ransom again, his blue eyes soft as he looks at you, like he knows something you havenât yet come to accept. Like an adult admonishing a child for fears theyâll soon leave behind as they grow to accept the way things areâthe way they always will be.Â
 âYou wonât always.â His eyes flick down to the destruction youâve wrought, and he clucks his tongue. âMaybe Iâll talk to Lloyd about bringing in some new furniture for you, if youâre good.â Ransomâs handsome mouth curves up into an amused smile. âMaybe something a little heavier.â He kicks at a piece of the table, before making his way back over to the other side of the room. A door the same color as the wall opens at his touch.Â
âLunch in an hour.âÂ
â
  True to his word Ransom returns with Lloyd in tow, a tray held in his large hands. Youâd waited for this moment with a dark sort of anticipation, and for a brief moment, their stunned, angry expressions as the door panel slides open fill you with a sense of profound pride.
  Youâd done your level best to destroy everything that wasnât nailed down, methodically and systematically taking apart everything you could get your hand on. Even the mattress lies ruined, feathers and wood splinters littering the torn cover. Though the mirror had refused to breakâand indeed proved too heavy for you to liftâyou feel a smug satisfaction in seeing what you had been able to accomplish with jagged pieces of plywood. Â
 Fuck you.Â
 Lloyd steps in first, squatting down to inspect a piece of the smashed coffee table.Â
 âI told you we shouldnât have put this stuff in here first. Empty room, Ransom. You always have to start with an empty room.â His eyes flick up to yours, and he smiles softlyâaffectionately. âHi, Princess.â
 âGo to hell, Lloyd.â Ransom steps fully into your room then, shutting the door gently behind him before setting the tray on the windowsill. He sighs.Â
 âI know it was stupid to hope your attitude had improved in an hour, but stranger things have happened.â He glances back at the tray. âYou should eat something, Love. Itâs been four days ofââ His words become a static drone as the panic begins to set in. Four days? Iâve been out for four days? The questions fill your head almost faster than you can process them. Where are you? Your parents, your sister? What happened?Â
 âWhat is this? What is this fucking place?âÂ
 The pride in Ransomâs eyes makes you want to vomit. âWe made it for you. Just for you. It tookâhow long, Lloyd?âÂ
 âA year, give or take.â He rubs his fingers along the growing stubble on his upper lip. âAnd then finding staffâŠâ He pauses. âThe hotel, or just the Room?â The way Lloyd says room makes it sound singular, important. You cannot help but gape at them
 âYouâre sickâboth of you. Y-youâwhat you did to meââ You shake your head. âA-all of this.â You gesture at the room around you. âFor what?â Lloyd threads his fingers together, and you can hear the soft metal click of his rings tapping against each other as he does.Â
 âI know youâre not deaf, Princess. Itâs for you.âÂ
 Cold trickles down your spine. Youâve been doing it ever since you woke up, running through each moment in the past four, five and cataloguing each one you couldnât make make sense. Youâre doing it again now, thumbing back through the index cards of your memories and finding empty slots. Thanksgivings, Christmases, EastersâRansom had told you it had been a year, but you canât trust that, you canât believe him, not after everything.
 âMy family wonât let you do this sick fucking shit, you know that.â You spit. âTheyâre not going to let you kidnap meââ
 âHow much is Nathalieâs school, Sweetheart?â Ransom asks, cocking his head. âPer year.â
 âWhat?â The question throws you off, the freight train of words in your throat piling up messily on your tongue. âWhat are youââ
 âHow much is her tuition?â He repeats it slowly like youâre having trouble understanding him. You bare your teeth at Ransom as you grimace.Â
 âI donât know. She has a scholarship. What the fuck does that have to do with anything?â
 âItâs $63,000.â Ransom gives you the figure so matter-of-factly itâs like he rehearsed it. âPer year.â Your stomach sinks, like your body knows before your head. âWhat, you didnât know? No one ever reads the paperwork, do they, Lloyd?â He glances at his brother over his shoulder. âWhatâs it say on the checks? T. H. B. Inc., doesnât it?â He licks his lips. âThe T stands for Thrombey, Sweetheart.âÂ
 You almost want to laugh for the insanity of it allâyou even try, but no sound escapes your tight, dry throat. Lloyd nods.Â
 âSame as the ones your father gets. Funny how his companyâs picked up these last few years, isnât it?âÂ
 Your fists clench and unclench as you sit there on the floor, staring up at them. Thereâs nothing left to destroy, nothing left to break except the two of themâand you already know how that ends. Instead, youâre forced to sit there, hot rage coiling in your chest as the realization dawns cold and cuttingâ
 Your family is already bought and paid for, even if they donât know it.Â
 âI never asked you for this.â You spit, nails biting into the meat of your palms as you press angry fists against the cool tile. âI didnât ask you for fucking any of this!âÂ
 âI promised to make a home for you, didnât I, Sweetheart?â He squats down in front of you, his hand out like he wants you to take it. âA good husband provides.â It isnât supposed to feel like being cut into a thousand pieces to hear his wedding vows regurgitated like this. His gaze drops to the ring still on your finger. You hadnât noticed it until he did, and as he watches, you rip it from your finger with a violent twist, and throw it at him. He actually looks upset at this, a hint of his earlier rage passing over his features like a cloud.Â
 You hate the way it makes your gut wrench because you want him to fucking hurt. Itâs like your body hasnât realized yet just who he isâwho they are, and it makes you even angrier. You turn away, loose nightgown bunching under your thighs as you turn to face the wall instead.Â
 âLeave me alone.â
 âNot until you eat something.â You arenât sure if itâs Ransom that speaks, or Lloyd. You press your eyes shut and bite your lips to shutter the angry, frustrated wail that threatens to leap from your throat. âThatâs not good for the baby.âÂ
 Good for the baby.
 Good for the baby.
 Good for the fucking baby.
 You want to hate it now; the child growing inside of you, even if only to spite the men standing behind you. But you cannot bring yourself toâand you hate that too.Â
 Shame is not a new feeling, not for you, but it feels new today as you pick apart the plain chicken salad sandwich they had brought for you. Assume itâs drugged. You hate yourself as you tear off chunks with stiff fingers, forcing your mouth open and swallowing it down with a grimace. Assume everything is drugged. When youâre finished, you drag the back of your hand across your mouth roughly, tossing the tray at Lloydâs feet.Â
 He doesnât pick it up.Â
 âGood girl.â You shiver. Itâs involuntary, and you know he sees it, the way his mouth twitches with the urge to lift into the smug smile you know so well. âYour wish is our command, Princess.â
 Ransom bends to pick up the ring wordlessly, and follows his brother out of your room.Â
 â
 They donât come back that night.
 You watch the sky outside the glass wall of your prison turn dark, and then brighten again with stars as you sit huddled against it, hugging your knees to your chest. Youâre exhausted, but you canât sleep. Your body wonât let you, jerking you back to wakefulness as soon as your eyelids start to droop. The thoughts wonât stop coming either, cycling through on a loop you canât seem to stop.Â
 I wonder what Natâs doing.Â
 I wonder if theyâre worried about me.
 I wonder what Ransom told them.
 You want to pinpoint the time your life went off the rails but you canât, you donât know it. College, perhaps?Â
 When youâd met Ransom? Lloyd?
 You drag yourself away from the window after a few hours of staring bleakly out at the empty beach. It feels like too much to hope for that someone would happen by, not with the lengths they had clearly taken to secure you. The comforter bleeds feathers as you drag it to the floor beside the bed, wedging yourself between it and the wall. You know you arenât safeâyouâve little control over thatâbut the solid press of concrete behind you makes you feel more secure.Â
 Itâs what allows you to finally fall asleep, though it is not restful. It feels like you wake every few minutes at every imagined sound, jolting back to consciousness and scanning the still empty room before quickly passing out again. You half expect Lloyd and Ransom to be back, waiting for you to open your eyes but when you finally do, you are still blessedly alone, but for the fresh tray in front of the door.Â
 You wait for a few minutes, just to see if they emerge from your peripheral vision, the places in the room you canât see from your vantage pointâbut they donât. Everything is as it was before, the destruction from your earlier rampage still strewn across the floor. It feels surreal. Slowly, you pick your way across the debris and grasp the tray in your trembling hands. You donât want to eat it, not really, but your stomach clenches and rumbles at the sight of food as you peek beneath the tray cover.Â
 It isnât anything specialâanother sandwich, a bag of chips, and a bottle of water. You check beneath the styrofoam plate just to be sure, thereâs no note, no nothing, and you cannot help but wonder when theyâll be back. Theyâre messing with your head, you know they areâand you hate that itâs working. Youâre rattled, upset, anxiousâjust how they want you.Â
 The urge comes again to pick up the largest piece of anything you can find and smash it against the window until it breaks.Â
 We made it for you.
 Your stomach churns with disgust even as you take a greedy bite out of your sandwich. How hadnât you seen yourself and your family waltzing right into the palms of their hands? How hadnât you noticed? Lloyd had always been overly interested, overly gracious, even after youâd rejected him, and started dating his brother. Youâre reminded of Lindaâs curt smile and her slickly delivered barb. You tore them apart without even thinking about it. And Lloydâs admissionâŠ
 It was more than a little crush.
 You donât know how to reconcile the madness simmering behind your husbands eyes with the man whoâd held your hands and said his vows. As heâd griped your wrists, staring into your eyes with his own fever-bright, you could barely recognize him.Â
 You clean your plate, washing it down with the water before casting another look around the room. Itâs blank, empty beyond the few pieces of furniture you hadnât been able to destroy. No books, no televisionânothing. You search the walls near the door panel, looking for something, anything that might make it open, but you find little. The smooth white keyboard does not respond when you push your thumb against the rubbery buttons, and the seam is so narrow you can barely wedge your fingernails into it to try and pry it open.Â
 For hours you walk the perimeter of the room, running your hands along the walls, feeling no breaks in the smooth, cool surface. You have to get out of hereâbut you donât even know where here is. How far you are from the resort, if youâre even on the same island. As the room darkens, you realize youâve been pacing for hours like a caged animal, and neither Ransom nor Lloyd has come to check on you all day. Somehow, the thought fill you with apprehension. Not knowing when they might appear is unnerving, and you suspect they mean it to be.Â
 You thread your fingers through your hair, tugging on it as you watch the sun sink into the sea, a panicked, claustrophobic feeling rising in your chest until you realize you arenât breathing. You canât stay here like this, you canâtâ
 Before you realize it youâre running for the door, beating your fists wildly against the panel.Â
 âLet me out! Let me the fuck out of here!â Your frenzied wailing rings in your own ears. Itâs like youâre numb to the pain as you swing with all your might. Youâre aware-even if only dimlyâof the fact that your fists will be sore and aching later, bruised and beat to a pulp but you donât care. Not if it gets you outânot if it gets you away from them.Â
 âRansom! Ransom let me out! You canât fucking keep me here! You canât!âÂ
 Nothing happens. The door doesnât budge, and there is no answer to your increasingly panicked demands. You scream for hours. Until youâre hoarse, and your trembling fists ache to raise above your shoulders. Still, you bang your open palms against the panel as your firm insistence becomes a stream of nonsense pleas.Â
 âPlease, please donât do this, if you l-loved me y-you wouldnât do this!â Tears and snot run down your face as you collapse to your knees, exhausted. âPlease.â You mumble, curling in on yourself in front of the door. The tears come again, and you donât even try to stop them, sobbing open-mouthed on the cold tile, your hands fisting in your nightgown.Â
 âPlease.âÂ
 You lay there until the room goes dark.Â
 â
 âI hate seeing her like this.â The cameras are goodâtoo good. He can see the pain on your face too clearly, hear the betrayal in your voice just a bit too well through the speakers.Â
 âYou think I like it?â Lloyd asks irritatedly, and Ransom sighs. âSheâll even out soon. If not, you can up the mood stabilizer. Sheâs cleared for it until the second trimester.â Ransom knows his brother, knows thatâs his version of comforting reassurance. âBesides, youâre the one that decided to play keep-away.âÂ
 Ransom looks at the camera again, at your softly moving shoulders. Heâs both thankful and irritated at the hair covering your pretty faceâbut at least it blocks the sight of your tears. As he watches, you shudderâlike youâre still crying, even in your sleep.Â
 âI know. We have to make her grateful. For us.â He says, still looking at the screen. And he does. He understands the necessity of itâit was his plan, almost more than Lloydâs. âI still hate it.âÂ
 âI donât anticipate sheâll keep it up more than a week. Two, tops.â For the most part, Ransom has seldom ever found himself envious of his twin, but now he felt his lip curl with irritated jealousy at Lloydâs confidence. âDonât worry little brother,â he grins. âOur Princess will love us again.â He turns back to the cameras. âIâm sure of it.âÂ
To be continuedâŠ
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shower
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!),smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation kink (he calls us whores, like three times??) shower sex, wall sex (?), age gap, and more..
important: English is not my first language so there will probably be a lot of mistakes but there is nothing to be done, and it is my first time writing smur so don't attack me!!!
characters: dbf!steve rogers x fem!reader
Iâd appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! kisses
Steve Rogers was never as obsessed with a person as he was with you. He vividly remembers the first time he saw you, in that red dress begging to be fuckedYou were like a hurricane, bringing chaos and desire to every breath he took. He knew it was wrong, that you were taking him down a dangerous path, because you were his best friend's daughter, but he couldn't resist. With a penetrating gaze and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. You involved him in your games, in your dark fantasies that scared and excited him at the same time.And that's how you ended up in this current situation, being fucked in the shower by your father's best friend.
Your parents had gone on a trip to celebrate twenty-five years of marriage, and even though you were 20 and completely capable of taking care of yourself, your father asked Steve to keep an eye on you.
âI've been dying to fuck you ever since I saw you in that tiny red dress, you were practically begging, weren't you whore? That's it, isn't it? You just needed a big fat dick in that cherry.â
His hands tried to hold onto the stall in a failed attempt as Steve frantically thrust into you, you could feel his balls hitting yours against your clit as he pushed harder and harder into youâŠ
your breasts jiggled as you were thrust into you. Steve moaned hoarsely, you felt every vein, every tiny vein inside you, the complete sense, his hands held your waist while the hot water ran between the two of you, giving him more access to fuck you hard... you look over your shoulder with some difficulty and then you see him, his hair was messy, some strands stuck together, his mouth was being pressed because he was biting his lips heavily and at the same time making a face.
âFUCKâ he moans loudly, starting to move quickly and forcefully, not giving you time to breathe properly... the butterflies were playing with you, his trembling hand even went towards your clitoris when he started to rub it quickly, giving you spasmsHis mouth opened in a wordless moan. The glans hit the depths of his intimacy, making his lower belly burn. You had no idea how many times you had cumHer body shook violently and Steve watched her cum on his dick.
âTell me, whose little whore are you?â His hoarse voice echoed through the bathroom along with a loud slap, you just swallowed soundlessly when he started moving again.âSteveeâ you moaned when he hit that spot, you were already soreâSo itâs here? Hmm?" he asked and you moaned in response.
He growled in his ear before pushing his body onto the bed and starting to thrust making you scream in pleasure âWhaaat? Do not handle it? Werenât you the one thirsty for cock?â laughed while you whimperedYou moaned in a sob when the older man pushed everything in, squeezing your neck with one hand and making you orgasm again in such a short time.Steve withdraws his member and you let out a sly moan.
He soon bends down watching the abused entrance dripping all his cum.Her swollen clitoris pulsed, her breathing was heavy, her legs were wobbly. When you thought it was finally over, he smiles and then goes back into the hot grip in a brutal way, hearing your surprised scream.
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Hi! I really like your HC AU. Could you do one of how Cevans characters would react to reader flinching during an argument?
Oooh I love this idea! đ„čđ Letâs get to it!
POV: Y/N flinches in midst of an argument.
Warning - The following HC contains: angst/fluff, comfort, reader has hinted trauma.
Steve Rogers
Steve would cut himself off and stare at you. âDoll, why did you wince like that?âŠdid I raise my voice too loud? I didnât mean to if I did but IâŠ.you know meâŠI have never and wouldnâtâŠâ Steve begins to ramble a little with his words as he processes what just happened. âWho hurt you, my love? Please, tell meâŠIâm worriedâŠthis had to have come from somewhere, right?â Steve asks as heâs ready to receive an explanation while pulling you in to stroke your back gently. He listens, already plotting in his head to pay âsomeoneâ a visit responsible for your trauma response.
Ransom Drysdale
Ransom raises his eyebrows as he sees you flinch and he furrows, confused. âKitten,âŠdid you seriously think I was about to hit you just now?â Ransom would ask with his arms crossed. ââŠDo you think I would steep that low?â A part of him takes offense as he first assumes thatâs the whole story, but the pieces pick up slowly that this could have come from a previous encounter. He sighs, realizing heâs handling this poorly. âDarlingâŠI didnât mean for you to react that way. I hope youâre not scared of meâŠare you?â Heâs relieved when you shake your head, and he decides itâs best if you both take a break from arguing. He comforts you, reassuring thereâs nothing to be worried about. He hopes youâll eventually tell him and explain on your own why you flinched.
Andy Barber
Andy would shut his mouth the moment he sees you flinch, and he would stay still as he processes the moment. When he receives your look of feeling guilty, his face softens, âOh honeyâŠitâs okay, letâs stop arguing about this and talk about what happened, okay? Did I scare you?â He asks first, not wanting to put much pressure on you. He wants to know right away if it was him who had caused you to flinch, and he wants you to feel safe so he speaks in his most soothing tone. When he sees youâre not reacting negatively to his closeness, he pulls you in to an embrace, making you feel safe.
Jake Jensen
Jake would stiffen, wondering what just happened to make you flinch. âAre you okay? You just flinched as if I was going toâŠâ his heart breaks in a million pieces as he puts two and two together. He carefully takes your hands to give you reassurance. âBaby, what happened? Was it me?âŠYou know you can talk to me about anythingâŠIâm all ears, always.â Jake would reassure as he makes you sit down on the couch with him encouraging a chat about it. This incident would bother Jake for a long time, and he would often catch himself in future mid-arguments asking if heâs not coming across as too aggressive to make sure you wonât react like that ever again.
Johnny Storm
Johnnyâs sentence would die out the moment he sees you wince and ask, âWhat was that?â, distraught and confused. âDid you justâŠâ he doesnât complete his sentence as he flattens his hands and raises them. âBabe,âŠIâm never putting my hand on youâŠmy parents, while they died when I was very young raised me good enough to know thatâs never okayâŠI wouldnât do that even if you called me names or cursed at me like Ben always does!â He makes light out of the situation to distract you and pulls you in to caress you when he sees a small smile form on your lips, already leaving you two to forget about what you were even arguing about.
Ari Levinson
Ariâs response to you flinching would be to take a step back and give space between the two of you. Heâs encountered women with traumatic responses before and knows that to deescalate the trigger, he needs to show he isnât going to do any harm, like raising his hand. He would then say to you in a soothing voice, âSweetheart,âŠI apologize if I came off as heated just nowâŠletâs put this aside and think of something else, alright?â He would then crouch down, look up at you and making himself small to further deescalate your trauma response. You would respond getting closer to him and come into his welcoming and warm embrace, as you know Ariâs safe. Itâs all forgotten and Ari doesnât see any point of bringing up the argument again. Your feeling of safety comes first.
Thank you @imyourbratzdoll for helping me out a little on this one! â„ïžđ„°
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3
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Imagine
Chris loves the feeling of sleeping on ur boobs
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And I wanna say that I love your writing and that Iâm proud of you<3
Favourite Pillows
A/N: Aww Iâm proud of you too. Wait can I get more little messages after requests its so cute.Â
The Pic:
You were propped up in bed, Dodger at your side, glasses sitting lazily on the end of your nose reading your book. Covers pulled up to your chin, warm and snuggly in the sheets. It was almost 11 and Chris still hadnât come home.
They were shooting night scenes and while you appreciated that were filming in Boston so he could come home after work for once, this was a late one even for him.
You heard the front door being opened and closed slowly, the sound of soft steps coming up the stairs. Dodger stirred slightly but then seemed to decide it wasnât worth the effort and went back to his slumber on your lap.
Chris appeared in the doorway, peaking his head in,
âI thought you would have been asleep by now.â
You placed your book out flat in front of you, looking up at him through your glasses
âCanât sleep without you.â
âIâm coming.â He slipped off his shoes and undid his pants, stripping down to his boxer briefs.
He whistled while he took off his clothes âDodger. Bed.â With that the pup, lazily made his way back onto the floor and towards his mat near the door.
âMore room for me now.â Chris smirked at you.
You put your book on the bedside table and opened the sheets that covered your body. Your thick thighs revealed a small triangular window of your hot pink lace panties. His eyes trailed up to the tight grey cotton tank top, which while stretchy and comfortable looked like a size too small as it hugged your chest tightly, exposing your prominent nipples and large mounds.
âNow this is why I like when we film in Boston.â He crawled towards you on the bed, getting himself comfortable as he kissed you before placing his head down on your tits, his favourite pillow, his warm large body swallowed you up as he distributed his weight on top of you, tangling his legs in yours.
With a sigh he lay his head down softly on your chest.
âBig day?â You enquired.
âI am exhausted and been thinking of this all day.â His voice muffled as he sunk into your cleavage. Being fully supported by the soft, fleshy melons. His beard tickled the skin of your boobs, as he nuzzled in between them, inhaling the scent of your coconut body oil and various other shower products.
You giggled slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, he let out a content moan as he enjoyed the motion of your hands gliding through across his head, slightly scratching his scalp.
In no time at all you heard soft snores fall from his lips. As always, he had fallen asleep in his favourite position. You turned off the light next to you and slowly shimmied down the pillows to lay comfortably, careful not to stir the sleepy boy.
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You Said I Was Your Favourite - Ari Levinson
Summary: You're taken from Ari. He's promised you many things but when his eyes don't meet yours and his present words begin to make you doubt his past promises. Will you go back to him?
Paring: Mafia!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, mentions of past self harm, scars of self harm mentioned, reader is clean since 3 months, canon level violence, reader kidnapped, swearing, guns, blood, injury, protective ari, smut, p in v, dirty talk, fluff, past is in italics, hurt/comfort, fluff/smut, nicknames: metuka (meaning sweetheart).
A.N.: honestly the lyric 'you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding' cardigan by taylor swift, was circling around my head for the most part writing this fic. this is sort of a self indulgent fic, plus Mr. Levinson just reminds me of this comforting bear, i adore him. wrote this amidst a writing block so it may not be top notch but i adore it.
Dividers: @firefly-graphics || Word Count: 4.1k
Main Masterlist || AO3
Burning gunmetal and rust, a leaking pipe of water. Rough, uneven ground digs into your skin. Your gaze searches the dark room, vision field limited at the angle your head is twisted upon.Â
The overhead light flickers with an inconsistent buzz. You groan when you feel yourself being propped up to your knees.Â
âStupid bitch.â The man sneers, grip tightening on your hair, twisting harshly. Your clothes stick to you, uncomfortably so. Sweat and you fear some amount of blood might be the reason.Â
The door is kicked open, heavy footsteps each around the room. You canât look up fully due to the grip on your head.Â
However recognising that cologne is easy, and the way your heart soars even in this most horrible situation. You know itâs himâAri.Â
Another whimper is coaxed out of you, your head tilted further the warm barrel of the gun touches your jaw.Â
Ariâs gaze is cold, not the warm blue waters that you love to sink into, none of the fiery blaze present with which he would trace your form.Â
âI see you made it.â The man chuckles, tapping your jaw with the gun, âHere I thought apart from your long gone wife no one held your affections.â He laments.Â
Ariâs jaw tightens, lips pressed into a thin line. It is then you realise he isnât sparing you a glance. His gaze is on the man only.Â
âWhat no words? I have your girl.â The man scoffs, Ari just shrugs.Â
âYou should really fact check, Parson.â Ari tuts, retrieving the pack of cigarettes he carries and lights one.Â
One puff, then a second one.Â
He scratches the side of his mouth with his thumb. Eyes everywhere else but on your form.Â
You swallow, your heart trying to convince your mind this is a dream. You were sleeping.Â
You had gone out, the mall? Yes.Â
Picking up a dress for dinner with Ari.Â
You must have gotten tired and fallen asleep.Â
This is just a dream.Â
Ari would never let his gaze stray from you. He would never ignore you.Â
âSo if I shoot her, you wonât be sad or mad?â Parsonâs voice sounds full of doubt.Â
âOh I would be, but it is because you killed an innocent person, not because she means anything to me. You have the wrong woman.â Ari takes another drag of the cigarette. It burns bright then turns to ash.Â
You feel tears brim your eyes, a wicked smirk on Ariâs face.Â
âOh, did you think more?â He speaks in a mocking tone. You feel your heart crack.Â
Please be a dream. Your heart screams, wails in your chest. Your gaze shifts down, lips pressed together tightly not to let the sob break free.Â
âBut, but I saw the two of you, your hand on her face. Sheâs in l-love with y-you.â Parson stammers, his clear upperhand being undermined.Â
âHalf of the female population pines for a minute of my affection.â Ari drops the cigarette, stepping upon it with the heel of his boot.
âYou should have had more women in here.â He gives a dry chuckle.Â
âThere isnât anyone apart from you, Metuka.â Ari whispers against your forehead, âAfter a long time my heart has thawed, waiting to place itself onto your palms.â
You stay silent, your heart hammering in your chest.Â
âBear.â Your throat tightens, âI, I have feelings for you too.â You admit, âI thought, I thought you wouldnâtâ,âÂ
âOh but I do, Metuka.â He smiles, the kind that melts your heart. He pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his bear hug. You nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck.Â
You blink tears at the memory.Â
âIâve seen you kiss her.â Parson still argues.Â
Ari clicks his tongue, clearly irritated.Â
Ariâs lips find yours, he walks in after his work day. You gave him your apartment key. A squeal leaves you when he lifts you up, arms wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his broad chest.Â
Deep rumbling laughter fills the small kitchen. You tilt your head back looking up at him. He then brushes his lips against yours, your hand moves to tangle with his soft hair. A few of the strands tickling your cheek. Â
The kiss turns bruising, you tug on his hair, he groans into your mouth, hands tightening around you. Keeping you to him.Â
âYouâre mine, Metuka, as I am yours.â He promises.Â
âParson, youâre wasting my fucking time.â Ari roars, anger coursing through his voice. You close your eyes.Â
âSo you wonât care if I hurt her?â Parson smirks, watching the man in front of him closely. He taps the gun to your forehead.Â
âNo one will lay a finger upon you, Metuka.â Ari promises as youâre laying with your head in his lap.Â
âAri, nothing will happen to me.â You look up at him, his palm brushing over your head pauses, eyes harbour a moment of worry.Â
You grasp the hand that is on your abdomen, bringing it to your lips you kiss his palm. The callouses memorised by you. Your thumb traces over them.Â
âYou will always protect me, I know.â You assure him.Â
âI donât want you to get hurt because of what I do. Ever.â There is a furrow between his brows.Â
âBear.â You try to get him to smile at the nickname, he doesnât, you frown.Â
âMetuka,â Ari struggles with verbalising, you sit up, effortlessly he makes you sit facing him, âI will protect you till my last breath.âÂ
âBear, donât, say that.â Your hands cup his face, stroking over his beard.Â
âThere is only you, I only harbour you in my heart.â Blue eyes study you as you take in his words, your skin heats.Â
âI love you, Ari.â Your words light him up, he rewards you with the prized grin that belongs only to you.Â
âParson, I was told you have a negotiation for business.â Ari taps his foot, your eyes drop from his face, âI didnât realise youâd rather discuss the women I fuck.âÂ
The words are cruel, they make you question everything over the past six months.Â
Your brain mocks your heart, you almost donât feel the blade sinking into your forearm. When you refocus, you see the torn sleeve, Parsonâs smile drops when Ari doesnât show a shred of care.Â
âLet's try the other hand.â Parson moves, gripping your left hand. You panic.Â
âNo.â You whisper, you hadnât let Ari see your arms, favouring full sleeves. Not letting him take off your shirt when things got intimate during heavy make outs.Â
You were waiting for the damn scars to fade. You try to pry your hand away.Â
Ariâs hands freeze under your shirt. The way you tensed had him pause. He retracts his hands and pulls his mouth away from your neck.Â
âIâm sorry.â He whispers, attempting to shift away. Your hands grasp his shoulders urging him to stay.Â
âAri, Ari let me explainâ,â
âYou just have to say no, Metuka. It all stops. I donât want an explanation.â He shakes his head.Â
âIâm, no I want to do this, kissing you making out, I just, Iâm not comfortable taking my top off yet.â Your skin heats, you gaze down at his half exposed chest. The hypocrisy makes you wince.Â
âDo you want my hands to explore beneath?â He questions, you nod.Â
âSo the shirt is not off but I can try to touch your very pretty boobs.â He just laughs when you lightly smack his chest. Grasping your palm he brings your fingers to his lips. Placing soft kisses upon them as his beard tickles.Â
You giggle, Ari adores you.Â
His palms then cup your cheeks, âWhenever youâre ready, weâll take it further okay? Iâm very happy making out as though weâre horny teenagers.âÂ
That earns him another smack.Â
His deep laugh rumbles through your chest.Â
You try to shift away, Parson points his gun at Ari.Â
âHe may feel nothing but I know you do, even if youâre nothing to him. Do you want him dead?â He chuckles darkly when your eyes shift from the gun to the towering man.Â
Ari still doesnât meet your gaze, you donât understand. Till this morning it was as if you were his world. Now he looks at you as if youâre nothing to him. Â
âPlease donât hurt him.â You look up at Parson. He only smiles, lowering the gun. Harshly grabbing your forearm you cry out, then bite down on your tongue to stop the whimpers.Â
Parson pushes the sleeve back harshly, the knife ready but then he pauses, seeing the lines strewn across your skin.Â
âOf course, big bad mafia man, Ari Levinson would never want someone broken.â Parson shakes his head with laughter bubbling past his tongue.Â
Ari finally moves his gaze on you, youâre looking down, biting back sniffles. The sight of your forearm though, sends his heart plummeting.Â
How had he not figured it out?Â
Why hadnât you told him?Â
Is this why you didnât want to show him all of you?Â
Why had he not asked you more often if you were doing alright?
How selfish and blind had he been towards you?
How long has this been going on?
Guilt fills him.Â
âNo one would want someone this broken.â The disgust in Parsonâs voice wraps around your mind, the scars ache beckoning you towards them yet again.Â
âI know.â Your voice is so small, you donât look up. You donât want Ari to see you this way. He wouldnât care either way. You blink away the tears, it only makes them brim over.Â
âParson, you have ten seconds to step away from her.â Ari warns through gritted teeth.Â
The man scoffs, âYouâre without a weapon. Youâre in no position toâ,âÂ
The mobster reaches into his jacket, retrieving a gun.Â
âH-how did you get that past my guards?â Parson sutters at the ammunition reveal.Â
âOh, your guards? Did I say I came in here unprepared?â Ari chuckles darkly.Â
Parson presses the gun to your forehead, again.Â
âI wonât hesitate.â He warns.Â
âNor will I.â Ari declares, âClose your eyes for me, Metuka.â
You look up at him, he finally meets your gaze. You close your eyes.Â
You hear the click, there is the echo of a shot fired followed by a clattering. You cover your ears. The gun no longer pressed to your forehead.Â
âMetuka.âÂ
Warmth wraps around you, the scent of musk and jasmine surrounds you. Ari. Youâre pressed to his chest. You want to cry, bury yourself in him.Â
Youâre about to give in, take the comfort that belongs to you. Then you pause, you tense up.Â
Pushing at him, no, no, he wasnât yours, he promised and everything Ari just admitted to, he doesnât, he never said it and you know why, now.Â
âIâm sorry, I had to lie. Metuka, Iâm so sorry, I should have been there with you. I sent you off alone like a fool.â He stumbles over his words,Â
âI promised you and I broke it, I couldnât protect you, Iâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry about whatever I said, I had to make him question his plan. Iâm so sorry. Please talk to me, Matuka.â He pleads, large hands running up and down your shaking form.Â
You stay quiet, cheek pressed to the exposed flesh of his chest. His habit of having the top two buttons of his shirts unbuttoned was something you always found yourself drawn towards. Findinding your cheek pressed against it, hearing his breath and heart beating.Â
âYou said it all so easily.â You whisper.Â
âI had to lie.â Ari explains, his hand cupping your face, trying to get you to look at him.Â
The wet tears gracing his skin breaking everything within him.Â
âBear?â Your voice is low, sleep ridden.Â
He looks up from his files to you. Youâre standing in the doorway of his office.Â
âMetuka? Why are you awake, is everything alright?â Pushing the chair back he stands, motioning for you to come closer.Â
âBad dreamâŠâ you say, making your way to his open arms.Â
âWanna talk about it?â Ari wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head.Â
You shake your head, wanting to dismiss the dream. It still gnaws at you.Â
âYou wonât, you wonât lie to me right?â You whisper the question.Â
Ariâs brows furrow, âIâd neverâ,â
âAbout the way you feel, you wonât lie right? Saying that you have feelings for me when you actually donât? If, if you just want sex then we can, you donât have to lie to waitâ,âÂ
âMetuka.â The pain in that one word makes you pause.Â
Ari steps back, hands not leaving your face.Â
âI want everything with you okay? I donât care how long I need to wait. I want you to be comfortable. I know I donât express myself enough but please know I will never lie to coerce you into bed.â His blue eyes gaze into your own. Slowly you move closer to him again.Â
Closing the distance between the two of you. Ariâs hands move to your hips, aiding you in reaching up to him. He bends down, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. A promise.Â
When your lips part, as you breathe in you contemplate telling him.Â
âYou can tell me what is on your mind.â His thumb strokes your cheek.Â
âPrevious, previous partners have said sweet words and declarations of emotions⊠just to get into bed and then they leave.â You tell him.Â
âGive me the names.â He says so casually.Â
âAri you arenât going all Mafia Boss on them.â You warn him.Â
âThey disrespected you, Metuka, they hurt you. Those who hurt you should not get a second chance at life.â He declares.Â
There is a pause, âWas your dream about me hurting you?â He hesitates in wanting to know, a fear so deeply ingrained.Â
You nod.Â
âI wouldnât ever intentionally hurt you, please know that. I may have to lie or keep some truths half hidden, to protect you from the world I am a part of, I donât want that tainting you.â Ari admits his worries, your arms wrap around him.Â
He seeks refuge in your warmth.Â
âI cannot have people use you or hurt you just to get back at me, for things Iâve done.â He continues, âI donât want you to be caught in the crossfire and I will make sure of it that you donât ever get hurt.âÂ
âIâm so sorry.â He says again, you grab at his coat lapels, âIâm going to find who leaked our locationâ,â
âAri, it hurts.â You finally register the wound on your forearm, looking at it you frown.Â
Then you look down at Ariâs sleeve, his jacket half off, the sleeve of his shirt torn to make a makeshift bandage for your wound. You stare up at him.Â
âMetuka, weâll talk about everything at home. Can you stand?â He watches over you, the protectiveness within him brimming over.Â
You wince moving your leg forward.Â
âAlright, Iâm carrying you.â Ari decides, shifting to your side and in a blink youâre in his arms.Â
âBoss.â Lloyd interrupts his step towards the door.Â
âClose your eyes.â He whispers softly to you, you bury your head against his chest. Closing your eyes. Breathing in his scent.Â
You feel Ari turn, âKeep him alive. I want answers, then Iâll take care of it. Metuka isnât to be messed with, ever.â There is a dark edge to his voice, a judgement veiled between words.Â
Lloyd hums, âAlright, can I be creative with the keeping alive process?â
You donât hear Ariâs reply, just feel him beginning to move again.Â
The distant yell has you know what his reply was to Lloyd.Â
Ari doesnât take you to your apartment, youâre driven up to his estate. The first time you had seen his home post the lunch he took you to for your first date you joked if he was a mafia drug lord.Â
You giggle remembering his expression. Ari smiles when he hears the melodic sound. Nerves easing.Â
âWhatâs making you laugh?â He smiles as you meet his gaze with a smile. The dim lighting of the car did not dull the soft shine in his loving gaze.Â
âJust your face, when I asked if youâre a mafia drug lord when you brought me here for the first time.â You laugh again, he squeezes your side playfully.Â
âI was so scared youâd go running to the hills when I told you.â He admits. His free hand softly traces your left hand. Never over the scars just bordering around them.Â
âI wouldnât, I mean, shady things yeah, but you arenât in the whole drug thing soâŠâ you trail off, the house comes into view.Â
âCome, Iâve got a medic on call.â Ari holds you protectively yet again.Â
âI think I can walkâ,â you keep quiet at the look he gives you.Â
The medic is a sweet woman, she tends to your wounds, the cut isnât deep for stitches, just a dressing. Her eyes linger on your scarred forearm, she doesnât broach. Youâre thankful for that.Â
The other scarpes littered over your form are checked and cleaned.Â
Ari enters the room, holding your favourite blue shirt of his and a pair of leggings you left here. He places them then moves to stand outside the room, waiting for you to change.Â
âI want to tell you about, about the scars.â You tell him, his face ashen as he turns.Â
âI, Iâm sorry I didnât pay more attention.â He doesnât know what he should say, you shake your head.Â
âI hid them, I, Iâm about three months clean now. I wanted them healed before you saw, didnât want you to think Iâm broken.â You quietly admit the last part.Â
âMetuka, I could never.â Ari gently grasps your hands, âYou arenât broken, this, this is hard, I just want to support you. The way you need. I donât want you doing this to yourself ever again, but I know itâs easier said than done. Iâm proud of you for being clean for three months. So immensely proud.â He peppers kisses all over your face, his beard tickling you laugh.Â
âYou never have to hide any part of you from me.â Ari grasps your chin gently, tilting your head back, âI love you. Every part, even the ones you may keep hidden away from me.âÂ
You stare up at him, the little flecks in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. Your chest tightens.Â
âAri.â You remember to breathe.Â
âI love you.â He affirms again.
âAri.â His name breaks as your voice does, âAri, I love you too.âÂ
âMetuka.â His own voice grows heavy with emotion, âNo one is in my heart but you, no one holds my heart but you.âÂ
Your hands move from his chest, up his neck, one cups his face the other runs through his hair. He sighs, basking in the warmth of your touch.Â
You reach up, gently tugging him downward. Ari complies with your wish.Â
Your lips meet, his hand moves over your back, towards your neck. His lips slightly chapped, bitten in worry, the lingering hint of smoke and the drink he probably took. His tongue moves over your bottom lip, parting your lips.Â
Your groan has him push himself closer to you. Your legs around his waist, Ari nips at your bottom lip coaxing another whimper from you. Your fingers tug upon his hair, a deep growl rumbles within his chest.Â
You can feel his hardening length against your core, you gasp when his hips move against you.Â
âA-ari,â his lips move along your jaw, nipping and humming at the taste of your skin.Â
Your clit pulses as he sucks upon the spot beneath your ear.Â
âI feel so content.â He hums, tugging on your earlobe, âHaving you back in my arms.â His beard brushes over the spot he just etched his mark onto.Â
You keen as his bulge twists the fabric of your panties over your clit. Pleasure sparks across your spine.Â
âMine, just as I am yours.â Ari says, biting down on your collar bone. His large form encases you. His lips on every inch of your exposed skin, the little gown coming off, your nipples harden brushing against the fabric of his shirt.Â
âFuck,â you tug on the shirt, he shifts back letting you undo the buttons, his own large hands moving over your sides, eyes darkening.Â
âYou sure you want this, Metuka?â Ari hisses when your nails scrape over his chest, your lips tracing over his sternum, making way to his nipple tugging on it, his grip tightens on your thighs.Â
âI want you, Ari. How much ever youâre willing to give me.â Your lips trace over his neck, to his jaw, then his lips. Hands moving to his pants, he aids you in undoing them.Â
His length twitches in your palm, you moan softly feeling the familiar vein on the underside as you trace his length. Ari groans as your thumb circles over his tip collecting the precum and bringing it to your lips.Â
Fingers hooking around the band, you raise your hips, Ari gets rid of your panties, discarding them to the side, you shiver as the cool air greets your wet folds.Â
Warm fingers have you arch, grinding against them.Â
He brings his soaked fingers toward his mouth. You moan when his eyes close as he hums at your taste appreciatively.Â
âAri, please.â You plead, he chuckles.Â
âImpatient little sweet girl.â He teases, parting your thighs further, hooking them around his waist, his tip moves against your folds, you want to sigh at the relief of being so close to feeling him.Â
It turns into a moan melding with his own groan as your walls take his girth in, chest rising and falling, Ari sinks into you inch by delicious inch. The burning stretch dulling into pleasure as his thumb draws circles onto your clit.Â
âAri, Ari, Ariâ,â you choke on your words, his his flush against yours, your walls pulse around him. His lust blown eyes on your pussy.Â
âShe takes me so well, fuck baby, look at you.â He gazes into your eyes, slowly pulling out halfway then sinking into you again. And again.Â
Your jaw slack, he shifts slightly, tip brushing over the spot that has you shuddering in his hold. Ari pushes you down, the angle making him go deeper, your back arched. The sound of skin slapping as his pace becomes relentless.Â
âSqueezing me so good, donât want to let your cock go do you, Metuka?â His mouth latches to your taut nipple, your hand grabs at his hair tugging harshly lips only know to say his nameâoh god, oh god, oh god.Â
You feel the pleasure build slowly then all at once he has you dancing along the edge. Your legs wrap around him tighter, not letting him go too far. His large hands squeeze at your hips, mouth latching onto the other nipple. His happy trail, rubs against your clit, sending you over.Â
You cum with a cry of his name, the wet sloshing sounds only increase as you gush around him. His pace doesnât relent, pushing you further down, he hovers above you. Your leg now over his shoulder.Â
His hand wrapped around your throat, stroking over the sweat sheened skin. Â
âSo pretty this way, one more baby, one more before I fill you up. One more,â he coaxes, you feel him move impossibly deeper. Tip hitting your cervix stars cloud your vision.Â
Canât, I canât, you think, âAri,â
âYou can and you will.â He growls, pinching your clit you shudder yet again, the pleasure begins to climb, taking over you nerve by nerve.Â
âLook at you, so pretty, taking all of me so well, I belong to you my sweetness, all of me, yours, yours to love, yours to hold, yours to claim, yours to fuck.â Ari swears as he feels your walls spasm, your nails dig into his forearms you shudder in his grasp as your orgasm triggers his own.Â
Ari moans your name, spilling into you, claiming your walls with his seed. He continues to thrust allowing you both to ride out your orgasms, he watches the mix of the two of you coat a ring at the base of his length.Â
âIâm not done with you, Metuka.â He says, softly kissing your forehead.Â
You look at him through glassy eyes, aftershocks lingering through you.Â
He slowly pulls out, you whimper, then moan when his lips move along your inner thighs, blowing softly over your clit.Â
âAriâ,â Your whine cut off when his mouth latches to your cunt. The way his eyes glaze and roll back at your taste, the moan that presses against your folds and clit. You cry out for more of him.Â
âI told you Iâm not done. Have to have a taste of my pretty pussy.â Is all he says, beard gleaming with your arousal, before his lips latch around your clit again.Â
-x-
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Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Fluff. Like yâall know you canât expect anything else from me at this point
A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3
English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.
Happy reading xxx
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.
Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.
There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.
Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.
The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.
While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.
"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.
"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.
" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."
Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.
"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.
"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"
Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."
The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.
"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."
In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.
"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.
"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"
He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"
"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.
Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.
"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."
"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."
The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.
"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."
With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:
"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"
Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"
Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.
"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.
"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."
"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"
The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.
"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."
The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.
"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"
He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.
"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."
"That's incredible news, buddy."
The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.
"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"
The video also caught you screaming from behind.
"Hey, I heard that!"
"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."
The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:
user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD
user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???
user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao
user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO
The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.
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Beauty And The Beast - Ari Levinson
Pairing: Beast!Ari Levinson x Belle!reader
Warnings: SMUT! UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL SEX (F)
Author's note: Here is the long-awaited start of Fairytale Fantasy! I hope everyone likes and enjoy it as much as I did writing it (Hehehe) I tell you that the back pain I have from working on this is worth it hahaha. I'm a whore for Beast!Ari đ«Łđ„”
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Maybe you should have listened to your father. Maybe you should have stayed home and called the guards as he told you to do in case something happened to him. But of course, you had to be stubborn and go looking for your father by yourself. Deep down you know why. Because everyone in town doesn't think you're capable. They believe that you are a simple, innocent young woman who does not pay attention to her surroundings and who plunges into the world of fantasy. But that world is so beautiful. Not only reading but writing as well. Your little notebook next to your writing machine keeps stories that have made you lose your innocence for a long time.
If only people knew what you do at night when you finish writing them. The times that your hands have traveled from your chest to your femininity, releasing that pleasure that reading them generates. And it all comes from your mind. Your precious mind.
But that's a secret that the rest of the town doesn't know. Nor will it know. Oh, the scandal they would make! they would kick you out of town, they would try to...
But if they only knew that it started with a dream. A very realistic dream that woke you up in the middle of the night with your underwear stained with a fine creamy liquid.
For in the dream, you were the victim of a beast, an abominable, male, beast.
You remember it as if it had happened in reality. You ran through the forest, your clothes were torn little by little as you collided with the branches of the dry trees. you hide behind a tree enough to cover your body. You closed your eyes. Your heart gave millions of beats per second. And then, as if your body felt it. He was standing in front of you. And you, even with your eyes closed, felt how his great and bestial hand caressed your body...
A strange noise makes you wake up from your thoughts. It's night, and you're still alone walking through the woods looking for your father.
You just hope he's okay.
In the distance, a large object, which is illuminated by the moon, becomes visible before you. Your eyes widen in shock. It's your father's carriage.
You quickly approach and desperate you begin to shout:
âFather? Father are you there!?".
But there is no answer. The carriage is wrecked. On the right side, there are some fine lines marked. As if someone or something had scratched it. Suddenly, a large shadow passes in front of you, alerting all your senses in less than a thousandth of a second. You, desperate and scared, start running, going back the way you came from. Or so you think because it's too dark for you to notice. The great shadow seems to haunt you. Your whole body feels it.
Not daring to look back, you continue and continue running until just a few meters away, a large tree appears in your visual field, and without thinking, you sneak behind it and close your eyes. If there is someone chasing you, they will surely lose sight of you. But how wrong you are... A great shadow rises in front of you, and without daring to open your eyes, you start running again, only, having your eyes closed, you are not aware that there is a stone, and before you could react, your body falls to the ground and everything turns black.
"My sweet daughter, please wake up." You feel a voice from far away.
Slowly, you start to open your eyes as the voice becomes clearer. In front of you is your father, who carries big dark circles under his eyes. You get up without hesitating and hug him.
"Dad! You are alive! Oh, thank you! You are okay," you take a look at his form. His clothes are dirty, and torn, as if someone had scratched him "Wha-what happened? Who hurt you?" you ask, concerned.
"You don't worry about that hun, why did you come here alone? I told you to call the gua-"
A loud throat clearing interrupts your father, who quickly takes you by the arms and runs you, staying behind him.
"She didn't do anything, don't kill her." He says scared of the big shadow hiding in the dark.
âShut up!â The big shadow now stands in front of your father, and you can't believe it.
He is the one from your dreamâthe beast.
You do not let out a single word, nor sigh, but how your body is shaking at his presence, clearly shows how scared you are of him. But is it fear that you feel?
"Stupid man, don't you see why you are here?" The big beast lets out a smirk, "You were just bait. A bait to attract what I really want." his penetrating gaze travels quickly to you.
Your father seems to realize that because the way he slowly puts you behind him shows it.
"You won't lay a hand on her, Never!" He spat the last word harshly.
"Then I'm afraid I will have to kill you." The big arms of the beast try to junk away your father from you, but you instinctively stand in front of him. Stopping what he is about to do.
"No! Please wait!â you put your hand up as if that could serve as a shield from preventing the beast to take another step. âDon't kill him, please! I-I'll go with you, just-just don't kill him"
Your father tries to talk to you but you stop him giving him a quick look, silent telling him not to do anything.
âI'll stay on one condition,â you take a deep breath, âLet him go. Alive.â You lower your head as you say it. The penetrating gaze of the beast provokes something in you that you still can't figure out what, or why...
You do this for your father. You do this for your father, you repeat yourself mentally.
The great sigh of relief you breathed when the beast strangely agreed to let your father go.
And even though you would have liked to have hugged him goodbye, you should have been content to see him dragged away from you, outside the castle, while you watched from the castle gate.
Apparently, the beast owns this old and great castle...
And now you find yourself in this great room, standing in front of a great bed, and on top of it, a small box embroidered with your name.
How was he able to know my name?
Doubtful, you open the box, and in it, there is a large note that read: put it on. And without waiting any longer, you stir the box to see what was inside. Your eyes can't believe what they are seeing.
A light knock at the bedroom door makes you jump a little. A slight forward is emitted from your lips.
The instructions were clear. Behind the note that was inside the box there were also two clear indications:
1. Sit in the chair in front of the window.
2. Blindfold.
And this is how you are now, as you listen to the door open.
"Hello?" you ask. Although it is a stupid question because you already know who he is. Him.
Obviously, you don't get an answer, but you do feel how close he is to you.
âYou look beautiful,â He says. âLike in my dream.â
"What dream?â your words seem to tremble at the confession. "Have you also dreamed of me?"
You try to get up so you can look at his face, silly of you, because you forgot you were wearing the blindfold. But the fall to the ground never arrives. Large arms support you, preventing the fall.
"Calm down, calm down." the voice comforts you. "Don't tremble, I won't hurt you." The beast's voice emanates sincerity.
His arms lift you up, you emitting a small moan at the action, as they take you to the bed, where you are gently deposited on top of it and immediately afterward the blindfold that covers your eyes is untied. And after so long, you can see him up close.
He is sitting across from you, his eyes seeming tiny before his large features. But nevertheless, that seems to turn you on.
The beast's eyes don't seem to waste time, as they cover your body from top to bottom, with admiration but also with lust. Instinctively your hands try to do what they can to cover your body.
The beast denies and, gently, its hands are positioned on top of yours, detaching them from your body.
"I won't hurt you."
"How can I be sure of that? You kid-kidnapped my father!â You exclaim ignoring his gaze.
"I wasn't going to hurt him, I didn't mean to" The beast sighs. "Everything was for you to come."
Her words confuse you. "What?â
"I saw you in my dreams. You helped me heal."
Your eyebrows knit together, "Heal?"
The beast nods. "To become human again...My name is Ari and I...I have been the prince of this castle for as long as I can remember..." He pauses before continuing. Telling this seems to affect him. "But my greed and ego made a mistake and cursed me, turned me into this!" he says getting up angrily, turning his back on you. And after a few seconds, he seems to give up, âHelp me, pleaseâŠâ
You get up and slowly walk towards him. Your delicate hand rests on his shoulder, motioning for him to turn around. And it's what he does. Both are face to face, his eyes connected with yours. The hand that was on his shoulder now rests on his large, bare chest. You nod, giving him to understand that you are going to help him. âJust tell me what to doâŠâ you whisper.
The beastâAri, with his hands, enclose your face between them and bring you closer to his lips. You stand on your toes quickly since he is much taller and bigger. Your eyes close when you feel the touch of his lips with yours. His tongue quickly asks for passage, something that becomes messy, because no one had ever kissed you, much less done that with you. You were only able to write it thanks to your imagination but, god... this is so much better.
Quickly you both move until you collapse on the bed, he remains on top of you, holding on with one hand to avoid crushing you while the other remains on your cheek. After a few minutes, Ari separates his lips from yours, a fine line of saliva peeling off both of them, cutting in the middle of the separation. His hands now run and caress your body.
"It's perfect for you. Beautiful.â he says referring to what you are wearing. A fine yellow lingerie set covers your beloved body, highlighting your qualities. And it's not like you were going to tell him, maybe not yet, but when you saw yourself in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence. Well, if there was something that the beast had, it was good taste.
You let out a thin chuckle, your eyes traveling over his bare chest. He was only wearing big pants.
One of the beast's hands is positioned above your femininity. A small wet patch is present on this one. He smiles when he feels it and begins to put a little pressure on that area. Your giggle quickly turns into a moan. A wave of electricity warms up your body in no time. Everything in you asks for more of his touch. Your pelvis rises a bit, signaling him not to stop.
This time it is you who decides to take control of him, joining your lips with his again, intertwining your hands behind his great neck, drawing him closer to you. With his big hand, Ari breaks the fine cloth that covers your precious femininity, and without warning his mouth travels there, fiercely devouring your pussy. The sensation you feel generated by his beard between your feminine lips is incredible. A finger enters your inner walls without difficulty because of how lubricated you are there still, you shuddered in pain, and Ari realizes and lubricates the area even more, murmuring meanwhile to you to be calm and that it's only temporary.
Ari was right. You lost count of how much time has passed, but Ari has been so patient with you, it's amazing to think that this man, who turned into a beast, would take the time to make you feel comfortable, to prepare your femininity.
And now you are ready. Everything in you feels it.
You told Ari how you wanted to do it, and he didn't object.
Sitting on top of him, your hands on your chest, and with all his cock inside you, you move up and down. The sound of both skins colliding, the moans, the scent of sex in the room, everything fits perfectly.
Ari quickly grabs you by the waist to take control, further speeding up his penetrations.
Your moans are getting shorter from all the pleasure you are feeling, and you no longer know where that strength comes from to emit them. This is better than your nights alone. A hundred times better.
For Ari to enter you like this, for him to have been so gentle, is a combination of pleasure that cannot be described.
A knot seems to form in your stomach. Ari notices because he feels how your insides contract, making his member tighten a little, turning him on even more.
Ari takes your body and lays it on his chest, your face is hidden between his neck and shoulder.
You both move haphazardly. You looking for your climax and him for his. But at the same time, both are going to come to the same thing. Your grip on his arms intensifies more. Ari hides his head on your shoulder sucking on a bit of skin until⊠The ferocious moan they both let out is inhuman. Both reached the climax.
The great jet of hot liquid that you feel inside you tempers your interior. You let out a big sigh. Fine drops of perspiration fall from their bodies.
You are the first to get up from his chest, without removing his member from yours, when you feel how Ari's body changes.
In front of you is no longer that great and enormous beast, but rather a man. And even though he's still so much bigger than you, Ari looks more human. His face is no longer full of hair. But rather only one fraction of it is adorned with a beard.
You and Ari smile. He hugs you and doesn't move away from you, but rather he stays inside and strokes your hair, whispering to you:
âThank youâŠâ
THE END.
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Obvious - Chris Evans
Chris Evans x fem!victoria secret model reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot
Request: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans (fluff)
Italics mean flashback
Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.
AN: I hope you like it. I tried my best to mention the model aspect of it so I hope itâs what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so itâs not the bestâŠ)
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Y/N'S POV
Once I got inside our house, I let out a long sigh while finally being able to put down my bags. Taking in the scene around me, it looked exactly the same as Chris and I left it before our trip. Deciding to leave my suitcases near the front door I made my way up to our bedroom. Knowing how I needed time to relax, Chris dropped me off and went to buy some groceries for this week.Â
Once I made it to the bedroom, I changed out of my airport clothes and into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Laying on my side of the bed, I decided to scroll through Twitter to waste some time before Chris got home. While scrolling, one tweet caught my eye:
Wondering exactly what they were talking about I clicked on the replies. One reply had attached the clip:
Seeing the way Chris was looking at me made me fall in love with him even more. Since the beginning of my career, I thought that if I were to date someone, they would only see the Victoria Secret Model side of me. I was scared that they wouldnât accept the other parts of me that werenât the perfect model they see in public. Iâm glad that I was able to find someone who has looked at me the same way as he did when he first saw me all those years ago. I was getting flashbacks to a scenario just like this - the time when Chris and I first met.Â
I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous personâs house that I didnât even know. There were still a good amount of people around me but not as many as there were inside. Looking up at the sound of someone clearing their voice Iâm shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when âNot Another Teen Movieâ came out.Â
âIs this seat taken?â Chris said pointing to the seat next to me.Â
Recovering from my shock I shake my head no.Â
âYou donât know the host either huh?â He asked.Â
âWas it that obvious?â I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up.Â
âKind of. Youâre Y/N right?âÂ
âYou⊠You know my name?âÂ
âI mean yeah why wouldnât I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know meâŠâ
âWho said I knew you?â
âOh darling donât act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.â
âOh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.â
âSo you think Iâm hot?â
âI never said that!â
The rest of the night went by super fast. Chris and I just sat there talking about everything and anything. It was relieving talking to someone who understood the craziness of being young and becoming famous so quickly.
Feeling my phone buzz I looked down to see that my manager was texting me to remind me that I had a shoot tomorrow and I should head back home soon. Feeling disappointed that I would have to end our conversation I looked up at Chris and said
âSorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.â
Something flashed across Chrisâ face when I said that.Â
Before I could figure it out he responded with: âOh okay. Byeâ
Waiting to see if he would say anything else, he went to open up his mouth but quickly closed it. When he opened it again he said, âHope to see you again soonâ
And with that I walked away. Not knowing when I would be able to see him again.
The next day my best friend texted me a link to an article. Opening it up I was surprised to see my name along with Chrisâ name on the title. Scanning through the article there was a recording of Chris and I last night at the party. Some time during our conversation someone recorded Chris and I talking to each other. More specifically it was me talking about whatever and Chris looking at me with so much adoration. Feeling bummed knowing that I wouldnât be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot.Â
While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didnât know why at the time but while I was about to open the door, I got nervous. Turns out that this coffee shop was going to be the place where my relationship with Chris would start.Â
When I opened up the door, I was immediately struck with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Ordering my drink and sitting down to wait, a shadow came over me. Looking up I was shocked.
âFunny seeing you hereâ Chris said.
âDefinitely, I didnât expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.â I responded.
âOh you've been thinking of me?â He said with a small smirk forming on his face.
Rather than trying to explain it to him, I decided to pull my phone out and show the article my friend sent me.Â
âOh wow I didnât know I was that obviousâ. He responded after the video was over.
âWhat do you mean?â I asked confused.
âWell for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldnât help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.â
I was speechless.
âThen, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. Iâve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, Iâm not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if youâre up for it go out on a date with me?â
I was even more speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and handed him my phone. When he handed it back to me I didnât know what to say. I went to respond but was pulled out of the moment when my phone started ringing with my manager's name on the screen. Sending him a disappointed smile I promised to text him and answered the phone call.
Ever since then, itâs been history.Â
âY/N?â
Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me.Â
âAre you okay?â
âHuh? Oh yeah Iâm fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.â
âUh oh. What happened this time?â Chris asked, worry written all over his face.
âNothing bad this time. Itâs just a clip of you at the show.â
âOh really. Let me see.â
Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.
âHuh I guess Iâm still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.â Chris said.
Now it was my turn to blush. I was at a loss for words once again. Through the ups and downs of both of our careers - like not seeing each other for weeks on end due to both of our busy schedules, - he has still stuck by my side and supported me no matter what. He still looks at me with that same type of adoration he had the first time we met at the party. I couldnât have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.
âCome on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.â
I will never fall out of love with this man.Â
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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if itâs all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.
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I Know I Should Know Better 1
Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, minor Colin Shea x Female Reader
Word Count: 2,873
Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?
Warnings: Angst, adult themes, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking, sex mention, exhibitionism (from unhappy observer's POV), explicit language, bad boyfriend, self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. The reader's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
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A/N: Alright you guys, prepare yourselves for a lot of angst and a sloooow burn. The focus and goal of this story is definitely Curtis x Reader, but as it starts, Colin x Reader is the actual couple. This first part is in Curtisâs pov, but the plan is to alternate povs by chapter.
I hope you love this Curtis as much as I do. If you could let me know what you think with a comment or reblog, I'd appreciate it so much. Thank you for reading, lovelies! đ
Curtis hated this job.Â
The sounds of lewd moans and the repeated banging of a headboard hitting the wall filtered through the bedroom door into the common area of the large hotel suite. The new guy, Jensen, shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the small bar off the kitchenette, his eyes frequently cutting to the bedroom door.
âJust ignore it. Itâs none of our business.â Curtis growled from his place at the island.
âRight. Sure,â Jensen nodded and just kept looking towards the room. Curtis rolled his eyes. Heâd get used to it.Â
The stylist and hair and makeup people were already set up in the 2nd bedroom. Theyâd been due to start 20 minutes ago. Michelle, your assistant, came careening out of that room and stopped dead in the center of the living room, locking eyes with Curtis. âWe donât have time for this!â she pleaded with him.
Curtis sighed and nodded and walked over to the bedroom. He banged on the door three times with the side of his fist bellowing, âTime to get going!â He really hated this job.Â
âWhat the fuck???â cried a masculine voice from inside, quickly followed by your own uncontrollable giggles.Â
Five minutes later, you finally came out dressed in a robe from the hotel, your hair all over the place. A man followed you, dressed only in his boxers. Colin. Heâd been around for a few months. He was a rockstar, but in Curtisâs opinion, everyone was using that term loosely. He was in a band that was working on its sophomore album. Curtis only knew this because the guy wouldn't shut up about it. He wasnât any worse than the other fuck boys you usually dated, but he certainly wasnât the best of them either. Colin collapsed onto one of the loveseats, legs spread wide, and helped himself to the fresh fruit that was laid out on the coffee table.
âOk!â you said when you got to the center of the room, hands on your hips, megawatt smile fully on display. It was always so blinding, even when he was annoyed with you, like now. âWhere am I needed?â
âGo in there, please!â Michelle pointed. âWeâre running so late!â
You just laughed. âWhich is why you always build extra time into the schedule. Calm down, weâre fine.â
Curtis walked over to Colin and nudged one of his shoes with his own foot to get his attention. âGet dressed,â he growled. âItâs time for you to go.â
âOh! Heâs coming with us,â you said, just as you disappeared into the room, Michelle right on your heels.
Colin smirked obnoxiously up at him and wiggled his eyebrows. âYeah,â he said, âIâm coming with you.â
âFine,â Curtis gritted out. âI assume youâll be wearing clothes when we leave?â
Colin stood up and slapped him on the shoulder. âDonât you worry, Curty boy, Iâll get myself all pretty for youâ and then went back into the main bedroom.
Curtis ran his hands down his face and stared up at the ceiling as he tried to calm himself. He hated this job. Maybe it was time to get into corporate security. Anything had to be better than this.
As he was thinking, Jensen cleared his throat behind him. âIs it always like this?â
âYes,â he growled out without turning around, and then went to get an updated ETA from Michelle.
Curtis had been with you for almost two years now. Your team had brought him on during the stalking incident at the MTV Movie Awards. That situation had luckily been resolved quickly, but he'd stayed on after.Â
On paper, the job was simple. Keep the house secure. Make sure strangers don't get close enough to touch you. Keep your parents as far away from you as possible. Always know the exits. Easy enough.
And heâd been surprised to find that he actually liked you. Outside of the clubs and parties, the VIP sections and private rooms. When you were easier to imagine as just a normal person. You werenât as entitled as heâd expected. You worked hard and seemed to want to do a good job, even if you couldnât keep to a schedule to save your life. Sometimes he felt like the wild streak was just something you put on, an obligation. But that was a ridiculous observation. He just worked for you. He didnât actually know you. Â
So itâd been a good job for a while, but at some point the balance between wild child and committed actress started to shift. And with that, the hours got longer, the entourage got bigger, the parties got wilder. The fuck boys got worse. It was taking its toll on him and he wasnât sure how much longer he could do it.
Curtis was standing in the green room of the talk show, watching your interview on the large TV mounted on one wall. Tanya, your publicist, stood near him, her arms crossed and brow furrowed as she watched, while Michelle sat on the couch, going through emails, and Colin parked himself in front of the food that had been laid out, now on his third beer.Â
âSheâs stiff,â Tanya remarked to no one in particular.
âYeah, cause you wouldnât let her have any of that,â Colin said, gesturing with a piece of meat in his hand to the ice bucket full of alcoholic drinks on the coffee table. Tanya had instituted a strict âno substances before interviewsâ policy after the last time youâd done Kimmel and the interview had gotten a little too loose.
âSheâs doing fine,â Michelle said, without looking up from her computer, but Curtis had to agree with Tanya. You did seem stiff. Uncomfortable. But he knew it had more to do with the current topic than any external factors. Theyâd dedicated an entire segment to the show you were on as a kid. Itâs what made you famous. You never really talked about it. Didnât seem to like to, but it almost always came up in interviews. Sometimes you laughed through it and it was fine, but other times it was more like what was happening now. He wouldnât say that he knew or understood you, but he could read you and right now he could see, under your smiles and giggles that would fool anyone who didnât spend their days watching you, that you were coming apart at the seams. He prepped a text to Jensen, telling him to pull the car around and saved it so all heâd have to do was hit send. Then he just waited for the interminable interview to end, clenching and unclenching his fists as he watched you put all your energy into just getting through it.Â
Finally the conversation wrapped up and the host threw to a commercial after announcing the next guest. Curtis sent the text, grabbed a bottle of water from the ice bucket, and was already almost through the door and into the hallway when Colin exclaimed, âWhat the fuck?! She was supposed to mention my tour!â
Curtis was sure there was some sort of reaction to that, but he wasnât around to see it because you were already coming around the corner, being led by a PA. You locked eyes with him and as soon as you were close enough for him to hear, you whispered, âGet me the fuck out of here.â He nodded and herded you down the hall, around several corners, until you got to a little enclave under a set of stairs with several plush armchairs.Â
âJensenâs bringing the car around,â he said gently, handing you the water bottle heâd been holding. âWe can go out the back way. But I figured you might want a few minutes by yourself first.â You nodded absently, clutching the bottle of water in both hands. âIâll leave you alone, but Iâll be just over there ifââ
âCan you stay?â you interrupted, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.
Surprised, he asked, âYou want me to?â
You nodded again and said softly, âPlease.â
âOk. Of course Iâll stay.âÂ
You just stood there for a moment, gazing down the dark hallway in front of you before you finally said, âI donât get why they always have to ask about it. It ended over ten years ago. Like, who fucking cares? And the show was shit anyway.â
Curtis just stood and watched you, not sure what you wanted him to say, if anything at all.
âLike, I was a kid. I wasnât even any good, you know? Iâm just so fucking tired of talking about it. I donât know why anyone wants to talk about it. Itâs not like I have any good stories. Nothing good happened.â You seemed to catch yourself there and cut a wary glance to Curtis then shook your head. âI told Tanya that I didnât want to talk about it anymore. That I wouldnât answer any more questions. And she said that was âunrealistic,â so here we are.â
 Curtis let the silence carry for a moment, making sure you had nothing else to say, then, softly, "I'm really sorry you have to do that. That isnât fair to you."
You looked up at him at that, something akin to shock on your face and you shook your head at him. âWhat? No. No, Itâs fine. Iâmâ Iâm being dumb. Itâs not that big a deal. Iâm just being ridiculous. Like always.â
He really hated it when you did that, wormed your way in and made him feel deep, unrelenting empathy for you. Itâd been happening more and more often lately. He needed to get out. âI donât think youâre being ridiculous.â
You just stared at him for several moments and for the first time in ages, he couldnât read what was on your face. Finally, you shook yourself out of whatever had been happening and said, âWe should really get going, shouldnât we? Can we go? Iâm just making everyone wait, like usual."
His hands itched to reach out to you, touch you, but you didn't need that right now. Maybe not ever. Not from him. So instead he nodded and said, "Yeah, we can go," letting Jensen and Michelle know you were on your way.Â
"You're such a fucking asshole!" you yelled in the alley behind a club in West Hollywood, hours later. You were drunk. Very drunk. Curtis really hated this job.
"I didn't do anything!" Colin threw his arms up in exasperation.Â
"She was in your fucking lap!"
Curtis was standing by the door for now, hoping he wouldn't have to hold you back. Or, he thought, as he watched you sway dangerously, hold you up.Â
âShe just sat down. What was I supposed to do? Push her off?â
âYou certainly werenât supposed to put your arms around her!â You were getting really worked up now and Curtis readied himself to intervene. Jensen was supposed to be bringing the car. Where the fuck was he?
âI was being nice to a fan!â Colin shouted when Curtis saw a light out of the corner of his eye at the mouth of the alley. When he turned to look, there was a man standing there with his phone out. Shit.
He walked along the wall of the building, trying not to draw attention to himself. Luckily you and Colin were providing plenty of distraction so he was able to get close and snatch the phone away before the man noticed him there.
âHey!â he shouted. âThatâs my personal property! You canât do that.â
âUh huh,â Curtis said as he stopped and permanently deleted the current video and went back into the manâs photos to check for anything else. There were two more videos and a smattering of pictures. Heâd gotten the whole fight. You did not need that all over the internet tomorrow. He deleted it all and then handed the phone back to the man whoâd been yelling and swearing the whole time. Curtis pulled himself up to his full height and loomed over him, then said, âI better not see you again. You have a good night.â He glared and waited for the man to back down and walk away then headed back to you. You and Colin were still screaming at each other, but the topic seemed to have shifted.
âYouâre so fucking selfish, you know that?â Colin yelled at you. âI ask for one thing and you canât even do that.â
âIt was my job! I was there to promote my movie, not your failing tour!â
âYouâre a fucking bitch,â Colin said, as Jensen finally pulled up in the SUV. Thank god, because every muscle in Curtisâs body wanted to lay the asshole out flat, and if heâd had to wait one more moment for the car, he might have.Â
âHey!â Curtis yelled. âThatâs enough!â he said to Colin and then turned to you. âAre you ok?â You nodded, but brushed a tear away. Fucking asshole. Keeping his eyes on you he asked, âWeâre going now. Is he coming with us?â
âNo!â you snarled. âDefinitely not.â He nodded and opened the back door of the car.
âYouâre just going to leave me here?â Colin pouted. âWhat the hell am I supposed to do?â
âI donât care!â You yelled over your shoulder as you got in the car. âGet a goddamn Uber!â
Curtis was about to check in with you one more time, but youâd already slid to the other side of the car and were now staring out the window, so he shut the door and got into the front seat with Jensen.Â
You were quiet on the hour long drive back to your house. Curtis looked back frequently to make sure you hadnât passed out, but you were just staring out the window as the city zoomed by. He let you be while he conversed softly with Jensen about the rest of the night and the agenda for tomorrow.
When they got to your house and Curtis opened the car door for you, you looked up at him, surprised. âHey,â he said quietly, âweâre here.âÂ
You didnât really respond, just kept looking at him for a few minutes. Then your gaze shifted to your back door and your lip quivered. âYouâre coming in, right?â
He stifled a sigh. He was really hoping heâd be able to get away with just dropping you off tonight, maybe doing a quick walk-through to convince you all was well and then finally taking off. Itâd been such a long day. But instead, he nodded. âYeah, Iâm coming in.â
Jensen poked his head out the driverâs side window as Curtis helped you out. âDo you want me to wait?â he asked.
Curtis shook his head. âNo, itâs late. You go ahead and put the car away and take off. Iâll see you tomorrow.â Jensen nodded and gave him a quick wave.Â
Curtis guided you inside and turned on the lights. He checked your security panel to make sure everything was as it should be and then guided you to the kitchen. âYou want something to eat?â he asked and you nodded. He wasnât used to you being this quiet and it was throwing him off.
He went to the fridge and pulled out one of the dinners your housekeeper had left for you. He threw it in your microwave and then grabbed you a glass of water.
âIâm so tired,â you said.
âI know,â he said, âyou can eat this and then go right to bed.â
âNo,â you shook your head, âthatâs notââ You frowned but didnât say anything else, just placidly looked around yourself.
The microwave beeped and he took your food out, putting the dish and a fork in front of you.
Staring into your living room, you said, âI kind of hate this house.â
He had no idea what to say to that. He looked through your open plan first floor. Everything was gray and glass. Fresh flowers on multiple surfaces made it seem slightly less empty, but heâd always thought it felt cold. Cavernous. âYou could move.â
You just hummed and turned to your food. You ate a few bites and drank some water. Just as he was gearing up to tell you goodnight and get out of there, you looked him dead in the eye and said âI think you might be the only person who actually cares what I want.â
The shock that flooded his system must have registered on his face, because you immediately started backpedaling. âSorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm so out of it. Just ignore me. Iâm fine. Just ignore me.â He whispered your name and you shook your head. âNo, youâre right. I should go to bed. Iâm sorry. Goodnight Curtis.â And with that you got up and went upstairs to your bedroom, leaving him dumbfounded, standing alone in the middle of your kitchen.Â
After a few minutes he pulled himself together, put your leftovers in the fridge and your glass in the dishwasher. He turned off all the lights and let himself out.  Â
He paused on your step and leaned his head against your door.
He really fucking hated this job.
But he knew heâd never be able to quit.
Part Two
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Thigh Riding » Steve Rogers/Captain America
Week of October 13th-19th
Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: You and Steve try thigh riding.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, thigh riding, praise kink, pet names
A/N: This is my first time writing anything to do with thigh riding so this is just going to be a Drabble. Please donât judge me. Iâm also sorry if this sucks.
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
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âThatâs it, sweetheart. Keep rubbing that sweet pussy against my thigh.â Steve says huskily.
Steve stared down at your pussy rubbing against his thigh on his jeans. You brought the idea of thigh riding to him and heâs taking full advantage of it now.
You were just a horny mess for your man at this point. Your slick made his jeans wet. Steve already littered your neck and chest with hickeys. You loved everything about this. You just wished that you brought this up to Steve sooner.
The rough material of his jeans rubbing against your pussy felt so good. Steve would flex the muscles in his thigh to catch you off guard.
âStevie!â You moaned when he flexed his thigh, catching you off guard.
Steve smirked to himself. His hands roamed your body as you continued your movements. His hands stopped on your hips, pressing you down harder against his thigh.
âSuch a good girl.â He praises. âA good fucking girl.â He praises again.
You looked down at the bulge in Steveâs jeans, noticing how hard he is. You wanted nothing more than him to fuck you into the couch cushions, but Steve wanted you to cum on his thigh first.
âMy eyes are up here, honey.â Steve snapped his fingers. âYouâll get my cock after you cum on my thigh.â He says.
You whined and looked up at him. Your clit was beginning to feel sensitive from rubbing it against his jeans. You could feel your orgasm building up. Your legs began to shake a little bit. You dug your nails in the fabric of Steveâs shirt.
âSteve, I-â A whine left your lips instead of you finishing your sentence. âI want to cum.â You finally say.
âBeg for it.â Is all he said.
A whimper fell from your lips. You moaned when you suddenly felt Steveâs fingers against your clit. He managed to slot two fingers in between your pussy and his thigh to rub your clit.
âOh fuck, Stevie!â You moaned. âPlease let me cum!â You begged desperately.
âYou can do better than that, sweetheart.â Steve says.
You whined and tilted your head back.
âSteve, please!â You whined. âIâm being a good girl.â You say desperately.
That was enough for Steve to give you permission to cum.
âCum.â Is all he says.
Steve gave your clit a rough rub, enough to send you over the edge. You came hard with a loud moan leaving your lips. Your movements came to a stop and your head fell against his shoulder. You panted heavily as Steve rubbed your back.
After a moment, you lifted your head and looked down. You felt your cheeks heat up when you seen that you soaked Steveâs jeans, but turned on at the same time.
âWe shouldâve done this sooner.â Steve says.
âMhmm.â You hummed nodding.
-Buckyâs Doll
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â§.*àłââ·Â pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist àŒ*·Ë
â§.* : ÌÌâ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)
â§.* : ÌÌâ word count: 475.
â§.* : ÌÌâ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.
â§.* : ÌÌâ requested by: anonymous
â§.* : ÌÌâ notes: the big one is here!! this one was really fun to write; although i do need to get better at writing dirty talk as idk i just struggle with it but that's the whole point of these little drabbles. if u have any pointers pls don't hesitate to drop them in my ask box, i always welcome help!! anyway! enjoy my ari lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!!
*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.
*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.
Ari sat, propped up by an assortment of pillows against the headboard, head tipped back; long sandy strands clung to the sweat on his brow.
Soft amber glows from the setting sun snuck in through the glass panes, covering your naked body with a fading warmth as you laid between his legs. Red lipstick smeared over your lips, cheek and chin; the same red lipstick covered Ariâs thighs in pretty kisses smudging under your fingertips as you kneaded his thighs as you lapped at the skin of his balls, letting out soft, muted moans that made Ari reply with pleased hums and chesty grunts.
Heat burnt across your cheeks and the burning remnants of Ariâs heavy palms on your thighs blended together. The hues of red smeared across your face was complimented by the muted pink of your tongue, skilfully rubbing at the underside of Ariâs balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth.Â
ââThatâs it, Pup,ââ Ari groaned, slow and deep; hand stroking over your hair, his hand settling lightly on the back of your neck; the sudden softness from the heaviness of his hands earlier caused your head to spin. ââSuch a good pup.âÂ
You whined at the sound of his drawled praise, pleasure filled and throbbing core. Your hips humped at the sheets below you, hopelessly trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache between your legs. Ariâs chuckle soon brought you out of your head as you peered up to find his gaze locked on you, a smirk pulled at his lips.Â
ââPathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live for nothinâ but to be usedâ nothinâ but hole,ââ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack. ââAnd you fuckinâ love it. You know you do. Youâd waste days between my thighs, wouldnât you, Pup?âÂ
A pitiful whine escaped your throat as you were forced to lower your gaze from his intense stare, trying to sink into the sheets while keeping your mouth and tongue running over his balls.Â
ââTrynaâ hide from me, Pup?ââ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ââDonât go shy on me now,ââ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ââI know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``
Ariâs threat made you push yourself, widening your mouth and using your fingertips to manipulate both of his heavy balls to settle against your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly around the skin, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth; stuffed to the brim and overflowing with everything Ari.Â
ââThatâs it, get âem dripping, pet,ââ Ari moaned into the open air. ââYou fuckinâ love it,ââ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. âGonna keep you there forever.â
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sheâs just not that into you
Summary: You were never one for parties, so how did you end up at the biggest frat house on Saturday night?Â
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Parties. Something youâd never gotten the hype over. In your opinion they were filled with alcohol and bad decisions. Youâd been to the odd few house parties in high school, you were the person that always found the animal, spending most of the night on floor with them or quietly observing everyone getting shitfaced, whilst also keeping a watchful eye over your best friend. College parties were different, or so your friends had told you, something about them being ânext levelâ. The comment alone had piqued your interest which is how you ended up spending your Saturday night in the house of the biggest fraternity on campus, the music so loud you could feel the vibrations under your feet. Â
Your roommate, and best friend, Robert, had convinced you to come with him. You took pity on him after heâd spent the best part of 5 hours following you around the apartment begging, pleading you. He took great pride in the fact that it only took him that long to convince you, knowing how stubborn you are. That smug smile hadnât left his lips since you said yes. Â
It wasnât like you were a recluse or had no friends. You had plenty of friends, some days you were hardly at home. Youâd just never seen the appeal of getting shitfaced at a party with people you didnât really talk to or plan to talk to in the future. Although, watching people make idiots of themselves was somewhat amusing to you. Â
âHaving fun, flower?â Robert husked in your ear, his hands resting firmly on your hips, holding you close to him and giving them a reassuring squeeze. Â
âTons.â You deadpanned, leaning your head back against his shoulder to speak into his ear. Â
âCome on, flower.â He tried, gripping your chin and turning you to face the crowd of students dancing and having what seems to be the time of their lives. âYouâre tellinâ me, this doesnât look like fun?â His chin resting on your shoulder, turning to look up at you flashing his pearly whites. Â
âOh yeah,â you sarcastically started. âGetting shitfaced with a bunch of strangers, who donât understand personal space seems like a great way to waste our Saturday night.â Â
Guilt started to build up in the pit of your stomach when you heard Robert huff in annoyance and his face drop slightly. You remembered him telling you that heâd signed up for formal rush with this fraternity, which is why he dragged you along tonight and why going was so important to him. He wanted to make himself known to the guys. Â
âSorry, Robbie.â Turning to face him in his hold, cocking your head to the side. âCome on, letâs go get a drink.â Taking his hand in yours you began to lead him through the house, pushing your way through the sea of bodies and various rooms. Â
Jesus, how big was this fucking house?
âWhatcha drinkinâ, my flower?â He husked against the shell of your ear, his hands finding your hips again as he guided you over to the counter were all the alcohol sat in tubs filled with ice to keep them cold. Â
To anyone looking in from the outside, your friendship looks like something more. Youâd both lost count how many times people would assume you were a couple or would insist that you crazy kids should admit your feelings and date already! Robert always joked that if he had a dime for every time someone made that assumption, heâd be able to buy you the world. Youâd both given up going out of your way to correct people a long time ago. But you and Robert were purely platonic, with a capital P. Youâd grown up together, your fathers were best friends and business partners, and his mother took you in as her own when yours left. Â
The dynamic of your friendship often intimidated guys, which explained why you were still painfully single at the ripe age of 19. Downey was the biggest walking cock block around. Â
It wasnât malicious though, not in the slightest. Robert was protective of you and guys often didnât believe that two people of the opposite sex could be that close without sleeping with one another. But you were like his baby sister- he's older than you by three months, a fact he never lets you forget. Someone has to vet the guys you date, look out for you. As Robert always phrased it. Â
âSurprise me, handsome.â You hummed as he moved around you, your eyes catching the sign taped to the cupboard above the drinks: âFlavour Stationâ, making you snort. Â
âYou really not having fun?â Robert eyed you as he poured your drinks.
âAsk me in an hour.â You couldnât help but wince at the amount of vodka he put in the red solo cup before adding lemonade. âJesus Rob! Are you trying to get me drunk or give me alcohol poisoning!?â Your high-pitched squeak caused the brunette to roll his eyes in response. Â
âDonât be such a party pooper.â Jutting out his bottom lip before leaning over the counter and tapping your nose with his index finger. âMaybe youâll actually get laid, show off the girls.â His right eye dropped into a lazy wink before dodging your clenched fist, which was aiming for his shoulder. Â
âYouâre a pig.â Â
âWhat?! You have a great pair of tits, and you should be proud of them, I know I am.â Rolling your eyes as he continued his rambling about your chest, plucking the red solo cup from his grasp and lifting it to your lips. âThey really came into their own, it was touch and go for a short while. But they really pulled through.â Before taking a sip, you leant forward again to flick him on his forehead. âOw! Hey!â He huffed out, rubbing the spot youâd just flicked. âAsk any guy at this party, theyâll say the same.â He now leaned in, his voice lowering as his spoke. âTheyâve been starring at your tits for the past hour, flower.â Â
His words going straight to your cheeks, them now deepening in colour slightly. You couldnât stop yourself from wrapping your jacket tighter around you, covering your chest from the view of everyone. Â
You knew this top was too revealing. Â
âOh no you donât!â Robert protested loudly, smacking your hands away and then pointing at you. âDonât be such a priss.â He instructed firmly. âOr Iâm takin the jacket.â Nothing but humour in his tone, heâd never go out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, knowing how youâre already out of your comfort zone just being here. Â
That was the amazing thing about Robert, you could be feeling the worst youâve ever felt. No bra. No make-up. Clad in sweatpants and an old top. Heâd still build you up like youâve just jumped off a runway. Now, whenever you doubted yourself, his words would echo through your mind. âHonestly, flower, take it from someone who adores the female body in every sense of the term... Believe me when I say, Iâd do anything for those tits.â Was by far your favourite. Sure, his delivery wasnât that of a gentleman. But you knew he meant every word. Â
âJohansson.â Chris called, his gazed fixated on you from across the room. When he was met with no response, he let out a low whistle, snapping his fingers in the general direction of his best friend and her date. âJohansson.â He sang now, his eyes finally leaving you before falling to the blonde who currently had some guy whispering something in her ear. Chris didnât need super abilities to understand what he was saying, the look in Scarlettâs eyes said it all. Â
His blue eyes fell back onto you, his pulse jumping at the sight of your cheeks tinging in colour at something the guy youâd been clung to since you arrived said. Not being able to control the jealousy that oozed off him at the memory of you pressed against his front, as he whispered something in your ear. Â
He remembered you, how could he not? Youâd approached him when he was in the middle studying for a test he had that morning, leaving it to the last possible minute. As usual. He remembered the flustered look on your face, your cheeks warm as you blew a stray piece of hair out of your face. Youâd asked him for directions to the library, a small pile of books tucked under one arm whilst the other clutched the strap of your bag on your shoulder. The baby blue sweater you wore displayed the curves of your upper body perfectly, your jeans clinging to your thighs deliciously. It took him a few seconds to gather himself before answering, standing to his feet and pointing you in the direction of the library, standing closer than he shouldâve. Your perfume clouding his senses when you moved to look in the direction he was pointing, the very existence of you had the front of jeans tightening. Â
He felt enamoured with you in those brief seconds, resisting the urge to follow you. Â
The memory alone had him salivating. âScarlett.â His tone a lot harsher now, tugging on her elbow not caring how impatient or annoying he was being. âOi, Cassanova. Detach yourself for a hot minute, yeah?â His stare hard on the stranger, whilst his grip stayed on Scarlettâs elbow.
âStop being a dick, Evans.â The unnamed date sneered in Chrisâs direction; Scarlett probably did tell him his name, but he didnât care enough to remember. Heâd be gone by morning anyway. Â
âDonât even think about it.â Scarlett finally piped up, pushing herself off her date, moving to stand next to Chris. âGo get me a drink, Iâm thirsty.â She dismissed him with ease with a simple flick of her perfectly manicured hand, her tone void of emotion. All it took was for her bottom lip to poke out slightly and his shoulders relaxed before delivering a quick peck to her lips, leaving to get her that drink.
The beauty of Chris and Scarlettâs friendship, no one came between them. Ever. No matter who they were. If Chris required her attention, heâd get it. If Scarlett needed help to ditch a date, Chris was always the fake ex-boyfriend whoâd show professing his love for her. No stone was left unturned in their friendship, every part of their lives, they shared. Â
âIâll never understand how you can be such a raging bitch and still have them at your beck and call.â He watched as she pulled out her pack of smokes, tapping the box against her palm before opening it. Â
âAll straight men are pussy whipped my friend, even you.â Plucking a fresh smoke out of the box and resting it between her lips, fishing out her bright pink lighter from her pocket. âOh please,â she started when he grimaced at her statement. âI bet when that one girl comes along, youâll be so pussy whipped, you wonât even realise it.â Â
Silence fell between the two friends and Scarlett took the time to light her smoke and take the first puff. Chris found his gaze drifting back over to you, now you were laughing. A noise he couldnât currently hear due to the loudness of the party going on around them, he felt robbed, he wanted to hear your laugh. When you scrunched your nose, your head falling back and the corners of your eyes crinkling slightly, he swore he could feel his heart hammering against his chest.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he having a heart attack? Â
âNow, what was so desperate that you needed to disturb my fun.â Scarlett caught Chris just before his eyes flew back to her, his cheeks flushed the tiniest bit. âOh! I know that look! Who?â Suddenly giddy, the smoke now resting between her fingers as she scanned the room. Â
âHer.â Chris moved closer to the blonde, his fingers gripping her chin and turning her head in the direction of you. Â
âOh,â she muttered quietly, more to herself. Instantly struck and speechless at your effortless beauty. Â
âShes mine Johansson.â Chris warned, letting go of her chin and folding his arms across his chest. Â
âRelax caveman, I have my entertainment for the night.â Â
âJust shut up,â shaking his head he huffed out a laugh. âWho is she?â He asked carefully, his eyes falling back to you, again. Not even ashamed of how obvious he was being. Â
âSheâs a freshman. Works at the campus Starbucks, makes a mean iced coffee. Her best friend is Downey, your newest, wannabe pledge.â The beauty of Scarlett Johansson, she could effortlessly give you a three-page report on everyone in this room. Â
âDowney?â Chris asked suddenly, his brows knotting together in confusion. Â
âYou know that kid who told Billy to go fuck himself after he found him sniffing around her.â Now pointing her manicured fingers at Robertâs back, his head thrown back in laughter to match yours. âHeâs a baby pledge.â Â
âOh shit, that was him?â Chris was impressed, not everyone had the balls to stand up to Billy, at least not when they were trying to get into the fraternity. Â
Which meant one thing to Chris, heâs protective. Which also meant heâd be attached at your hip. Making it difficult for Chris to make his move. Â
Over the years Chris had become known for his reputation around campus. Ladieâs man. But in the most respectful way, he would never lead a girl on, but he would never commit to one either. Every girl on campus wanted to be the one to change him, swearing they can squash his commitment issues. Â
Itâs a long running bet that Scarlett and Anthony had set up secretly at the start of junior year of college. A bet Anthony was currently winning. There had been a close call a year back, when Chris had spent half a year dating the same girl. But that swiftly ended when she asked him to meet her parents over Thanksgiving break. Putting Anthony back in the lead. Â
âYup. Remember Billyâs face?â She snickered, taking a puff of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out in front of her. âThat shit was hilarious. Billy nearly shit his pants.â Â
âYeah, yeah. What else do you know about her?â Â
âWell, sheâs friends with Lizzieâs younger sisters. Iâve seen them around campus together.â Chris inwardly cringed at the thought of you running in the same circle as his ex-girlfriend, the only one heâs ever had. Â
Elizabeth Olsen. The only girl to ever pin Chris Evans down. They dated for 3 years, breaking up the summer before junior year. They met through Scarlett and Chris turned into a lovesick fool within seconds of meeting her. The only girl Chris Evans had loved. But things had become stagnant in their relationship, becoming more like friends than lovers. When things ended it was friendly, both still wanting to maintain a friendship. Â
âI donât really see her at parties.â Scarlett continued, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray on the table next to her. âMust be her first one.â
âYeah,â Chris mumbled more to himself than anything. His eyes fixed on you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched you scrunch your nose up in distaste at a couple in the corner all over one another. Â
âSo, see anyone you like?â You ask, leaning across the counter and resting your chin on your palm. Your eyes going wide as you spot a couple in the corner devouring each other, your nose scrunching up at the view of her leg hitched up and wrapped around her date's waist. âJeez.â Â
âJealous?â Robert asked, smirking down at you. âPoor flower.â Reaching over to pat your head condescendingly, âwant someone to ravish you like that?â Â
The snort that follows his question is loud and obvious, shoving his hand away from you and moving to stand up straight. The alcohol youâve consumed has made you relax significantly, even if the drink is 90% vodka, 10% lemonade. âJealous?â Scoffing at Robertâs shrug of his shoulderâs. âPlease, heâs practically licking the inside of her mouth. Sheâs a girl, not a washing machine.â It was Robertâs turn to snort with laughter. Â
It was like a sudden blip had happened. He wasnât there, and then he was. His bright, blue eyes a striking contrast to the black t-shirt he had on. The sleeves stretching delightfully around his bulked out biceps. You couldnât help but focus on the St Christopher pendant that rested just above his collar bones, it swayed as he moved-
Wait. Was he walking towards you? Shit.
Your eyes locked onto his, the smug smirk that was greeting you was a dead giveaway that heâd clocked you shamelessly admiring him. Â
âDowney!â Chris suddenly cheered, bypassing you and holding his hand out to the brunette at your side. âOur newest pledge...â He trailed off; his smile didnât quite reach his eyes but crinkles formed at the corner of his cobalt's nonetheless. Â
âH-hey, Chris.â Robert stuttered nervously, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. Â
âThis is my friend, Scarlett.â Chris nodded towards the blonde that was stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and looking incredibly intimidating. You donât know if it was the way she was starring you down, her green eyes bright with, excitement? Or the way her blonde hair, which was shoulder length, flowed perfectly with a simple twitch of her head. Â
âBest friend.â She corrected smugly, a twitch of a smug smile pulling at the corners of her lips. You couldnât pull yourself to look away from her, your eyes widening slightly when she took a few steps closer to you. âYou got a name, little one?â Â
You felt your lips move but you couldnât remember any sound coming out of them, but you must have because you watched as Scarlett repeated your name, her head cocked to the side. âThatâs a pretty name. Do you smoke, little one?â You felt your cheeks heat up at her close proximity, watching as she reached into her jacket pocket to pull out her pack of smokes. Â
âDepends on what youâre smoking.â You startled yourself at how confident you sounded, your eyes looking over her shoulder to find Robert and Chris, pouring four shots.
âOh!â The blonde perked up even more, her eyes lighting up in excitement, the green twinkling under the dim lighting of the kitchen. âYouâre more of a green smoker!â When you nodded silently, she continued. âWell colour me surprised! You donât give off pot head vibes.â
âI give off vibes?â Â
Scarlett opened her mouth to respond, her new cigarette resting between her middle and index fingers. But was interrupted by the boys making their way back over to you both, Robert and Chris flanking either side of you. Chrisâs cologne filling your senses, his hard chest rubbing against your arm. Â
âHi beautiful.â He rasped in your ear, the nickname making you visibly tense. Â
You couldnât stop your nose from scrunching up in distaste, shuffling back and pressing your back against Robertâs chest. âWhat did you just call me?â Â
âShit,â you heard Robert curse under his breath. âFlower, heâs just being nice, have a drink?â He tried to calm you, his voice soothing in your ear. Â He held up the shot glass in front of you to try and tempt you, but you were too irked by Chrisâs tone to listen. Â
Robert liked to pride himself on looking after you, making sure no harm came to you under his watch. But he knew that you could handle yourself, the number of times heâs witnessed you putting guys in check when theyâve crossed that line. He remembers how close you were to ripping that dick, Billy, a new asshole when he wouldnât take no for an answer. Â
âBeautiful?â Chris asked, his brows knotted in confusion.
âHmm,â you started, tapping Robertâs arm to lower the shot. âThat work on all the girls? Let me guess, you deepen your voice, invade their personal space and flash those pearly whites and theyâre putty in your hands?â Your head now cocked slightly, and your hip jutted out as you rested your hands firmly on them, narrowing your eyes in on him. Â
You tried to ignore the way his eyes drew you in, the way they glinted in excitement as you questioned him, not even hurt that youâre smart enough not to fall for his usual tack ticks that would have girls clinging onto his arm at this point. His lips looked so inviting as they stretched into a wide grin, the way his grin turned into a smirk within seconds had your head spinning.
âLet me guess,â he handed Scarlett the second shot which they both knocked back with ease in unison, placing the empty shot glasses on the counter. âThatâs not going to work on you?â Â
âBingo.â Now it was your turn to smile and Chris swore he felt the world stop turning at the sight. Â
âOh shit, dingus.â Scarlett snorted, now stood by Chrisâs side, her small hand gripping his forearm as her eyes danced between you both, waiting with bated breath. âI like her! I like you.â Pointing at you with a wide grin. Â
âCan I get you a drink, sweetheart?â It was like the confidence had come surging back into his body, never had he been rendered speechless by a girl. Not even Lizzie could do that to him, he always found a quippy comeback. Â
âTry again.â You tsked, taking a step closer to him. Â
âPrincess?â He tried, a smug grin now on display. âGorgeous?â Â
âHow are you so bad at this, my guy?â Jutting your bottom lip out and taking another step closer, you donât miss the way his eyes carefully watch as you reach out to rub his arm sympathetically. âDonât worry champ, some people are just meant to be single.â Â
In the moment Chris knew he had to have you, no matter what. Everything about you was so intoxicating and he could practically feel himself falling head first. The urge to lean into your touch had him come crashing back down to earth. Your hand still resting there on his arm, creating a warmth through the fabric of his t-shirt. His mouth suddenly dry.
Ignoring the snickering from Robert and Scarlett, you gave Chris a sympathetic, but smug smile, giving his bicep a quick squeeze before stepping around him to leave. Â
âIs she always like this?â You heard Scarlett ask. âI just thought she was some shy freshman.â Â
Robert took a couple of seconds to compose himself before he answered with a simple yes, nothinâ shy about her. Both now holding their stomachs as they continued to laugh. Â
âWait, firecracker.â You heard Chris call after you, stopping you dead in your tracks before turning on your heels to face him. âBetter?â He asked in surprise when he noticed your brows shoot up.
âSurprisingly so.â Was all you said, folding your arms across your chest. You watched as Chris fought with himself internally to not let his eyes drift down to your cleavage and that filled with you an odd sense of pride, your chest practically blooming with it. Â
He nodded his head towards the drinks behind him, his hands now stuffed into his pockets as he bounced on the balls of his trainers. âLet me get you that drink.â
âHeâs not going to give up, is he?â Robert whispered to Scarlett, his eyes never leaving the pair of you. Â
âNot a chance.â Â
âWhat makes you think Iâm not capable of getting my own drink?â You quipped back.
âI never said-â
âI couldnât possibly know how to pour a drink, right?â You insisted, watching him start to fumble over his words which only encouraged you to continue your torment. âLet me guess,â you quickly added, stopping him from speaking. âYouâre just trying to be a gentleman?â Â
It was like heâd suddenly turned into a mute, like his tongue had been pulled out of his mouth. He couldnât speak. Â
âTell me, Chris...â You trailed off, now standing in front of him, your chests almost touching. âIf, and thatâs a big if, I allow you to get me a drink, do I have to spend the entire night glued to your side? Laughing at everything you say? Twirling my hair around my finger? Holding onto you and telling you how funny you are?â Your voice now low as your spoke, your adrenaline was running at an all-time high as you reached for his pendant, twiddling it between your thumb and index finger. Â
Chrisâs breath hitched when your eyes met his, looking up at him through your lashes. He knew he was stood there like an idiot, but he couldnât find it in him to move. It was like he was cemented to this one spot, everything else around him a blur, the music now fading into the background and all he saw was you. Like time had slowed down. Â
Your throat dried up when you saw his tongue poke out and wet his lips. Not even noticing how your hand now rested firmly on his chest, the pendant cool under your palm. Soothing your hot and flushed skin. It was like you couldnât pull yourself away from his eyes, watching how they searched yours, flicking between each eye. Â
His touch was so light it took you a couple of seconds to realise it was there, his fingers ghosting over the exposed skin of your hip. Pulling you back to reality. âThatâs what I thought,â you cleared your throat, your cheeks flushing at his smirk. âIâll pass. Good effort though.â Giving his chest a couple of pats before spinning on your heel and disappearing into the party.
Leaving nothing but your perfumed scent in your wake.
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Run away with me
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Filming for our upcoming movies and shows have been hectic.
Our home is more of a stop over than a home at this moment
And it doesnât help having my sister and Chrisâs brother staying in our house with us. Ever since the pandemic happened theyâve lived with us.
With the pandemic finally winding down weâve been dropping hints for them to leave
Malia says itâs annoyingly obvious, but I tell her thatâs the point. Chris canât kick anyone out, heâs too nice.
So Iâve been holding back on telling Malia and Scott to give us some space
I canât remember the last time we just had the house to ourselves.
And I long for it.
Scott was out on an audition while Malia was at a cafe working on her schoolwork for her masters degree
It was just me and the house, silence never felt so good.
My phone chimes and I look to the message from Scott, telling everyone in our group chat that heâs going for drinks tonight
Malia texts back asking where the fuck her invitation is
I shake my head as I sigh
Scott types back an invite and she tells everyone sheâs in
Do you know what that means?
I get my moment of peace.
I get a moment with my fiancé
Chris sighs loudly as he enters the house
He says âHoney?â
âIn the family room!â
âWe have our house to ourselves and youâre watching tv?â
He enters the living room, dropping his bag when he sees me
The corners of his wide smile turn upwards as he stifles a laugh âdressed like that. boy I like our alone time.â
He jumps the couch, landing on me as I move out of impact
He curls his fingers into the straps of the lingerie saying âGod where have you been hiding this at?â
I smile as I say âIâve had it since we got engaged, and you were wondering why I was so pushy with the siblings to get out.â
âFirst thing tomorrow Iâll send them away.â He says in a muffled tone with his lips pressed against my shoulder blades
A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I say âGod I love you.â
As soon as he begins to remove pieces of the top I hear something
Our door opens and slams
Malia says âYou embarrassed me in front of your friends!â
âYou were flirting with all my gay friends!â
Chris says âshit!â
He covers me as he falls on me, looking for something to cover me with he sees the blanket on the chair⊠across the living room
He leans to leave but I pull him back over me, in an effort to hide me
Malia shouts âY/N!! Tell me you made dinner! Iâm starv-ING! OH MY GOD.â
She screams in horror as Chris releases an irritated sigh as he glares at her
Scott says âWhat- oh my god! You are disgusting!â
Chris shakes his head saying âGet out.â
Malia and Scott laugh loudly as Chris covers my exposed self. Malia says âYou two have a bedroom, you know that right.â
I sit up, with Chris holding his hands over my exposed body, his eyes widening as I grow angrier and more conflict driven
âWe paid for this house, in all cash, out of our own pockets. I bought this couch, Iâve bought everything in this damn room! I have the fucking right to do whatever I please with my significant other wherever I please.â
Scott says âWe eat popcorn and watch movies there. Thatâs- so disgusting.â
I hurl the remote towards their heads screaming âget out!â
It smashes into the wall and they both look to me shocked. Malia says âGod, what crawled up your ass tonight.â
Scott says âThatâs no way to treat your guests-â
I reach for anything I can find on the coffee table to throw, but Chris pulls the items out of my hands, finally he hands me a pillow
In all my effort I hit Scottâs head as he steps back
âGet out!â I scream in annoyance
Malia says âOff to our rooms we go-â
âNo move out!â I scream as I press the pillow to my chest in an effort of coverance
Chris defends them saying âHoney donât be rash alright? They just need a placeâŠâ
I scoff saying âApparently you want to sleep on this couch tonight.â
I stand up, grabbing the blanket, wrapping it around me and roughly hitting Chris with it
I saunter past my sister and Scott, I glare at them saying âStay⊠be our guests! And ruin my sex life, assholes.â
I huff in annoyance as I stomp up the stairs, knowing Iâm overreacting but itâs just a constant annoyance them being here
I snapped.
Chris stares at the two of them. Malia says âWell sheâs in a bad mood.â
âShut up. Iâm not in the mood to hear you complain about your sister.â Chris says in annoyance
Scott says âWe didnât mean to start problems between you two.â
âFuck off. You two can fight over a room, Iâm getting a guest room. Sleep on the couch. And be considerate of our house and our relationship.â
âWe have been. You donât think weâve been extremely accepting of the two of you? You practically drool over breakfast every morning while you two remain nearly naked cooking our food.â
âWhich is gross, and unsanitary.â Malia fills in
Scott says âAnd your late night quickies, we can hear those. Itâs like I need to cut my ears off.â
Chris shakes his head saying âGod.. sheâs right, youâve put this massive strain on my relationship. Itâs like youâre trying to make us fail!â
Scott gasps with Malia, they both say in a surprised tone âWe would never!â
Chris says âif you ruin my relationship with her I will never forgive either of you. You already have me sleeping in different beds, arguing with her, and not talking now. So thank you⊠for ruining something that took years to get.â
Chris storms upstairs in a big hurry and annoyance
He knocks on our master bedroom door, knowing itâs a long shot to get a response from me
Iâm already sitting in a hot bath ignoring the three annoyances in my life at the moment
He sighs saying âCan we just talk please? Honey?â
He doesnât receive an answer and he finds his way to Scottâs guest bedroom. He falls onto the bed, punching the pillows and muttering to himself
âFucking bullshit..â
He repeatedly punches the pillows as he says âAnd this bed sucks.â
That was about it for the night, other than me sprawling across our king mattress all on my own
But I couldnât sleep. Half way through the night I got this ridiculous urge
And I followed through with it
I left my room, and went down the stairs to find Chris
Only to find Scott asleep on the couch, and a massive mess of food in the kitchen
And a sink full of dishes, which ultimately almost sets me off again
But I close my eyes and focus on my plans.
I walk back up the stairs and push open Scottâs door
Chris grumbles saying âFuck off Scott. This is my house, take the couch.â
I step further into the room, climbing the bed saying âChris.â
He looks to me quickly, the anger dissolving quickly
âI thought you were mad at me.â
âI was mad about the situation. Not you.â
My hands press to his face as I sit on his chest âLetâs leave.â
âWhat?â He asks confused in a sleepy tone
âLetâs run away, together, come on.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
He sits up, and I slide down to his legs. He holds tightly to me saying âIâm sorry, what?â
âRun away with me. Letâs leave and go get married. Buy a house somewhere spontaneously and just be off on our own, married, and happy.â
His eyes widen as he says âBut our familiesâŠâ
I nod saying âYes, our families, they can wonder where we left to for a few days. Come on, be spontaneous with me. Donât you want to marry me?â
âI do⊠I do, y/n⊠I just, I thought you wanted the big happy wedding with your dad walking you down the aisle and all the family being together.â
âWe can do that later. I want to get married now, May 30th is a great day for an anniversary.â
He smiles and says âFine, Iâm in. Letâs get married.â
He dives in to kiss me and I loop my arms around the back of his neck
Weâre getting married
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Chris still have His costum from Captain america. What does that mean? Rollplay with chris.
Mint Condition
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, roleplay, dirty talk, sex, P in v, edging.
You mulled through your large walk in for a Halloween costume, stray pieces you could put together to make an encrypted costume, all black and slutty you could do Charlieâs Angels⊠but thereâs only 1 of you. You huffed as you swiped from hanger to hanger untilâŠ
âCHRISSSSSS!â You hollered
âYeah honey.â He walked into the room stopping to a halt when he spotted you, devious look on your face as you held the costume in front of you.
âHi Captain.â You purred
âPut it back.â He said sternly
âWhy should I⊠look at this⊠itâs beautiful and omg mint condition.â You lifted one of the sleeves feeling the fabric.
âBecause itâs the past.â He came towards you reaching for the costume but you turned your body away.
âThen why is it here?â
âBecause one day I might hand it down to our son or if we go broke I can sell it.â
âI feel like I missed out on so much with this costume⊠can you wear it for me? Just once?â
He sighed, studying it with his eyes âIt wonât fit anymore.â Chris tapped on the small sight of pudge on his stomach.
âOh nonsense just try⊠please.â
âFine.â
You squealed âok let me go get a shield!â
You came back in the room with the glorified frisbee in your hand, but Chris didnât realise your presence too busy in the mirror admiring himself.
âYou need this.â You came up behind him, handing him the hard plastic prop.
âThanks Peggy.â He smirked at you
âYouâre welcome Captain⊠now turn around and let me look.â
You bit your lip as you ran your hands along the stretch cotton, the color hadnât faded a day from not seeing the sun in 10 years.
âItâs tight on me.â Chris gritted his teeth
âWhere?â
âThe crotch.â
âIs that the suits problem or your problem?â
He looked down at you a sarcastic smile, as you ran your fingers slowly along the the silver star emblem and the intricate red and white panels.
âSo how does it get on?â
âLike a onesie.â He grinned
âOoooh.â You nodded, never fully understanding the layout of the suit.
âOh itâs got a zipper.â Your eyes widened at the discovery.
âYeah what if I needed to piss?â
âAnd the other thingâŠâ
âYou think I was spending my days fucking on set?â
âIf I was around you would of.â
âThatâs true baby.â He pulled you closer by your waist.
âSo what do you think of Captain America.â He purred in your ear
âI think heâs gonna be in a lot of trouble.â Your hands on his bearded cheeks as he pulled you closer by your waist so you could feel the straining fabric against you.
âHmmm whyâs that?â His words mumbled by the kisses he was leaving on your exposed neck.
âBecause heâs too busy fucking me to save the world.â You bit his ear lope eliciting a feral groan from Chris.
He threw the shield to the side, letting it land with a thud as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he placed you on the centre counter of your walk in.
âWell thatâs your fault isnât Ms Carter?â His eyes honed in on you, noticing the delight as heâs finally catched on to the dirty game of role play youâre playing.
âYou know I always wonderedâŠâ
âHmmm.â His tongue still exploring the skin exposed on your robe as you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck.
âWhether the serum applied to your whole bodyâŠâ
His hands moved to loosen the tie around your waist, letting your body be fully exposed beneath him.
âYou wanna find out?â He quipped as his mouth made its way down your stomach.
âPlease.â
âPlease what?â
âPlease⊠Captain.â
Chris growled as his grabbed the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and placing them on his shoulders.
âTsk tsk no panties⊠not very professional.â
âThey got too messy thinking of you.â
You pushed his head closer to your core as you finally felt the sweet feeling of his warm tongue flat on your sex. Chris wasted no time, creating a wet sloppy mess of your pussy as his tongue travelled up and down your weeping core and sensitive clit.
âAgh Chris more.â You dug your heels into his back but it was no restraint for the brooding man. Pulling out to stand over your flushed body.
âCall me that again and Iâll stop.â You swallowed weakly seeing a side of your man youâd never seen before.
âYes Captain.â
âGood girl.â His hands went to the zipper pulling it down, letting his hard cock finally free from the tight fabric and pumping it slightly in his hand.
His pushed it slightly towards your centre, teasing it back and forth on your slit, letting your juices soak his head, pushing the tip in slightly but not even close to enough for any real pleasure.
You withered and moaned, making grabby motions towards his face.
âStop moving or youâll get nunââ His Boston accent slipping through.
Slowly and achingly he inserted himself into your begging core, anchoring himself with your fleshy thighs. With ever move in, he pull you closer aiming to get as deep as he can.
Finally you felt the cool zipper against your clit as you wrapped your feet together behind his back, desperate for him to lean over you and pound you viciously.
âYou feel that honey?â You nodded, mind clouded by the feeling of his length pulsating inside of you.
Inching in and out, you savoured the feeling of Captain America fucking your sweet hole, keeping a steady pace. You mewled wanting to grab on his large biceps, he grabbed your hands pushing them down, lacing your fingers in his as he pinned them down.
âNo touching the suit baby.â He tsked as he loomed over you. âYouâre just gonna lie down and let Captain take care of you.â
His thrusts increased, the friction of he material rubbing against your sensitive clit only enhanced the novelty, his beard brushing your skin as he kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans.
You grabbed his hair, pulling him deeper, close to your release you pulled out the kissing panting,
âIâm gonna cum.â With that he pulled out to your shock.
Your mouth fell agape as he avoided your eyes âwhatâs wrong?â You grabbed his chin, pulling his face to look at you desperate for him to return inside of you.
âMint condition you canât cum on the suit honey.â
âYou canât be serious?â
âOh Iâm very serious.â He pecked your forehead.
âGo lie in bed, Captain looks better naked anyways.â He chuckled.
You huffed as he held your hand while you slipped off the centre counter.
Was better than nothing you thought.
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