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reverieblondie · 19 days ago

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Surprise Guest

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Warnings: Some dry humping, language, and self indulgent to the max.

Summary: Your brother Bucky invites a guest to spend Christmas with your family... you should have known it was Steve and that old feelings would come back up...

A/N: Hello, This is my first time writing for Steve and I would like to thank @buck-star for showing me their wonderful Fluffy Winter Event! Now if you are used to my BG3 content, this might be a bit different. But I love Steve so please don't judge! The heart wants what the heart wants. If you are new to my writing hi! hope you enjoy and if you have any ideas for Steve (or Chris Evans characters) just ask!

Tropes: Brothers Best Friend, Baking together, Dancing.

Word count: 6,469.

"Bucky's bringing a mystery guest? What, is it some new girlfriend?"

You tease, watching as your mother picks up your brother's old childhood room, fussing over the bedding and ensuring everything is still just as he left it. The only changes made are the sublet Christmas decorations to make the room appear more festive. She also kept your room in the same state when you left for college; it was like a time capsule every time you two came home for the holidays.

"Well, from my understanding, it's supposed to be some kind of surprise for us?" She says as she brushes the nonexistent dust from the curtains.

Scrunching your face and piercing your lips, you try to think about who Bucky could be bringing. It's no surprise Bucky is bringing a guest; he always seemed to bring home a stray or two when he came around for the holidays. Sometimes, it was girlfriends to meet Mom or friends from college, like Sam, who had spent last Thanksgiving with your family. But it's supposed to be a surprise… so it would have to be a girlfriend, right?

You end up just shrugging your shoulders. As long as Bucky didn't bring anyone that would make the holiday awkward, you really didn't care who was coming around.

Hours later, you're all still waiting for Bucky and the mystery guest to show up. Dad was asleep in his recliner as you and Mom wrapped presents while sharing memories from past Christmases. Fond memories flooded as you thought of the play fighting you and Bucky would always get into and the delicious sweets you would make with Mom. But the best part was just getting to see your family and making more memories with each other.

During your trip down memory lane, you didn't hear the door slowly opening, and you definitely didn't hear your brother sneaking up behind you. You did, however, feel when he suddenly squeezed you in a tight bear hug, making you scream.

Embarrassed at being spooked, you turn around and see that it's just Bucky laughing at your reaction. The panic you felt turns into elation as you hug your brother, "You asshole, you scared the crap out of me!"

Bucky laughs before ruffling your hair, "Wow, language Goober, we have a guest."

Ah, yes, the guest! You let go of Bucky and finally look towards the door, expecting to see an excited girlfriend, but when you look, your eyes feel like they're going to pop out of their sockets. Filling the doorway with a massive form was the surprise guest…tall, blonde, cute... Steve Rogers?

Blue eyes watch you intently as he stands holding what you assume to be his and Bucky's bags. You're still not even convinced it's him until you fully take in all the features of his face, full lips, nice nose, and sweet smile that shows off his cute dimples and perfect teeth. Holy shit, that is Steve.

Mom rushes up with a squeal when she sees Bucky. The loud squealing finally jerks your father awake from his snoring as he looks at what his wife could be screaming at. He seems to relax when he sees she's just fussing over Bucky like always. Usually, you would be messing with Bucky at this moment, teasing him about being late and being a mama's boy, but your focus has gone to the elephant or, well, the big bulky guy shaking your father's hand.

It's been years since you last saw Steve. Unconsciously, you touch your fingers to your lips as what feels like a storm floods your gut. You didn't mean to be staring at Steve, but you feel as if you're in shock. Of course, as you're staring, his eyes leave your fathers to return to you. He smiles at you, and it almost looks like he's about to approach before an excited, pitched scream from your mother has him startled and shooting a wide-eyed look at her.

Her excitement leaves your ears ringing as she goes to Steve, giving him a hug and promptly rubberbanding him for not coming to visit sooner. Steve just fumbles out some excuses as his eyes go from her to you and back to her. Looking back at Bucky, you inch yourself closer to him before swatting his shoulder.

"Ow! What?" He gripes.

"You didn't think to tell us it was Steve coming over?"

Bucky just gives you a smirk, "It was a surprise; you're surprised, right?"

“yeah…real surprised…” you mumble under your breath.

Both of you watch as your mom continues to gush over Steve, how it's been so long, how he's so tall and different looking, what he has been up to. All questions you wanted to ask yourself. Seeing Steve again throws you for the biggest loop, and frankly, it makes old feelings you thought died freshman year swell up. Why the hell is he here? After all this time, his face looks like some kind of sexy lab experiment gone all too right.

"Steve, we are just so happy to see you. It's been forever. I should have guessed it would have been you! Right, honey, we should have guessed!" Your mom throws her eyes towards you to see you with confused glare. "Sweetie? Aren't you going to say hi? It's Steve. Isn't that incredible!"

Some might think it's unbelievable…

Plastering an awkward smile to your face, you give a slight wave, "Hi Steve."

"Hey, Scout, it's nice to see you again; it's been a while." A smile is stretched on his full lips as he calls you his old nickname, you haven't heard in forever. You almost forgot how he always called you Girl Scout for running around with him and Bucky playing army and then baking cookies afterward. You hated that nickname before, but now that you think about it, the name fits.

There is a silence as your family watches the lukewarm reunion. Finally, your mom is moving over to you with a wide grin. "I don't think you're going to have to compare heights with him anymore." -Why is she bringing that up…

You may have had an obnoxious habit of every time Bucky would bring Steve over, you would stand next to him to compare heights. At first, it was just your little secret. You would be behind his back to make sure you weren't getting too tall too fast, but then it became a game. Steve was always a good sport about it, and you always hoped you wouldn't become taller than him. But now, as you look at his 6'2 stature, it's clear that fear wouldn't happen.

"I'll stand still so we can double-check," Steve chimes in, "It is kind of a tradition, Scout. What do you say?" Your mom looks expectantly as Bucky just gives Steve a quick pat on the back before sneaking off to the kitchen. You walk over to Steve, keeping your eyes steady on his, finding it hard not to roam your eyes down over his broad build. Okay, maybe you did seek a glance down his tight shirt, screaming across his chest, which leads to what you're sure is an impeccable abdomen and narrow waist. God, even his thighs underneath his jeans just look perfect to sit on. -Shit!

Burying down some horny thoughts, you stand in front of Steve, who now towers over you. From this close, you see that he's still every bit as cute (maybe even more handsome…), And he smells of that same musk you have come to recall so well, just this time there is just a hint of spruce. Steve has a smirk on his lips as he looks down at you, "Looks like you never got taller than me." he whispers as you judge your height with your hand; he's a whole head taller than you, maybe more.

Your cheeks flare with a blush that you're sure is reaching your ears. You look at his face, your eyes immediately going to his smiling lips, and those memories of that night in that lonely hallway come rushing back. Why is it equally wonderful to see him and make your stomach twist into a sicky storm?

"You're so tall now…" is all you can seem to answer, making Steve chuckle even more and you wish the ground would swallow you up ‘You're so tall now’ yeah no shit!

Finally, you're able to slip out an excuse completely modified at how you're turning into such a flustered schoolgirl! Steve stutters some kind of goodnight after you as you make your way up the stairs; turning back, the last thing you see is a concerned-looking Steve watching you.

You're quick to rush past all the Christmas decorations and tuck yourself away into your room, leaning your back against the door and doing what you found yourself not doing when you were so close to Steve: Breathe.

Steve Rogers, honestly, of course it's Steve. You should have considered it sooner since he's been your brother's best friend for years! He's so different now. He was as thin as a pin the last time you saw him. Now he's a total beefcake, and those fluttering feelings of a crush you thought were tamped down years ago are bubbling forward.

Steve was always a good friend, not only to your brother but to you and your family. Now that you think about it, he was always just a good person? He always defined your brother no matter what and would always help anyone in need. He was bullied and teased when you knew him, but that never stopped him from voicing his opinion and standing up for what was right. Sure, it often ended up with Steve with a busted lip and Bucky pummeling the bully, but you couldn't help but admire his courage and willingness to help people and his kindness.

A sigh slips from your chest… Steve's kindness… he really was kind, sometimes confusing, but ultimately kind…

During the winter dance, you still remember all the beautiful snowflakes in the air and the way the silver tinsel shined under the sparkling lights. It was a tradition that the school put on a Dance before winter break. As a jaded Senior, Bucky wasn't as impressed, but you, as a freshman, were beyond excited. You had saved for new heels, Mom helped you pick the perfect dress, and you even managed to somehow get a date! There was no way this night was going to be ruined!

The night did not go as planned.

Your new heels you got on sale? Snapped. The new dress you got? Ruined when someone ran into you with a full glass of punch. And your date? Your oh-so-wonderful date? He left to dance with some flirty junior…

Now, here you are, sitting on the floor outside of the dance, trying not to cry in the dark hallway. You listen to the music, just waiting until you finally hear the last song end. Then you can walk home with Bucky and Steve and forget about this embarrassing night. As if it were fate, a nearby door swings open, and who do you see? Steve Rogers.

Steve looks at you, and his jaw tenses; he immediately turns to go back into the dance to find and try to beat up your ex-date. Before he can, however, you're standing up and quickly grabbing Steve by the sleeve. Steve, being Steve, of course, pauses per your request, but you can tell he didn't want to.

Steve sits on the floor as you talk about your series of unfortunate events.

"So, how did you figure out I was out here?"

"When I saw your date dancing with Suzy, it kind of clued me in..." There was a short pause before Steve looked at you confused.

"Why did you even say yes to that idiot?"

Of course, that made you laugh before you shrugged, "I don't know. I think that I was just excited to be asked…"

Steve nods in understanding, "If that's the case, then I should have asked you."

You feel butterflies when he says it, and when you turn to look at him, he's looking forward with a noticeable blush. Dammit, he's cute.

As you sit there with Steve, the announcement of the final dance is made, and as you gather your courage to ask him to dance, Steve beats you to the question, "Dance with me?" he asked so quietly, almost like a whisper…

You smile, "I thought you didn't dance?"

"Let's just say I'm willing to dance with you."

"But I don't have shoes."

Steve just looks over at you with a warm smile before he stands, reaching his hand down towards you. "Then I guess you won't be taller than me." You bite your bottom lip as you take his hand, letting you get up. You look into his beautiful blue eyes, "I'm only an inch shorter than you and still growing."

Steve carefully places your hand on his shoulder before placing his hand on your waist, "Then let me enjoy this while I'm still tall enough to lead."

As the song goes, you dance with Steve, loving how he slightly stumbles and needs to look down at his feet every couple of paces. It's not until you move both his hands to your hips and wrap your arms to hug around his neck that the tension leaves him, and you can sway together in harmony. As you lean your head down to his shoulder, you take in his scent and surprising warmth.

"Thank you, Steve..." you whisper in his ear, Steve chuckles for a moment, his hands seeming to tighten slightly.

"I just wish I was a better dancer... for you."

"Well, I think that this is perfect." You look into his ocean eyes, "That you're perfect." His cheeks flush red as he smiles clearly not used to the complements.

You take the time to trace over his handsome features like you have so many times before, but instead of your staring being secret, Steve's eyes stay on you before they flick down your lips. Your heartbeat races, and you can feel yourself blushing redder. Caught, he quickly looks back into your eyes, but that's when you lean in, moving to play with the golden hair at the nape of his neck.

Swallowing, Steve focuses his eyes on your lips as he places his hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"Steve... please…"

"Y-You Sure?"

"Yes." That's all you had to say as you closed your eyes and felt Steve take your first kiss. His full lips started sweet and shy before you felt the feeling of his tongue timidly asking for permission to push past your lips. As soon as you let him in and his tongue brushes against yours, he pulls away.

Steve looks at you guilty before he backs away. "I gotta go... tell Bucky I said goodbye."

"Steve, wait!"

But as the song ended, Steve was already gone... leaving with your first kiss and leaving you completely confused.

Thinking back on the memory makes you groan as you go over to your bed, plopping down with a thump. Who the hell kisses someone then leaves! Were you bad at it? Damn you, Steve Rogers, you fucking nerd! That stormy feeling of rejection starts to bloom within your chest. Was it rejection? It felt like it... and after the kiss, things were different. He didn't come around as much, and then he graduated.

Now he's back, tall, and still so cute. Who are you kidding? Steve looks downright sexy, and it isn't even fair! People are not supposed to get hotter like that! Steve looks like he's been living at the gym while your acne just cleared up. And from what you have seen from him tonight, he's still just as charming and lovely…

oh, universe, tho, are such a cold bitch...

The following day hits you like a ton of bricks. You feel as if you didn't get one wink of sleep last night. Dreams ranging from memories to fantasies have kept you from getting any rest. Sighing, you roll out of bed and maybe put on just a little bit of makeup... - Just to look less tired, not for any other reason…

Finally, you make it downstairs, rounding your way over to the kitchen, where the smell of fresh coffee wafs through the air. The sight looks like one from a Christmas card, with the garland hanging from the window and the Christmas-themed tea towels everywhere. Then there's Mom making a frantic list of last-minute needs, Bucky checking his phone, and Steve? Oh, Steve. He stands drinking his cup of coffee, and his eyes seem to go from tired to bright as soon as they lock with yours.

You chime out a good morning as you enter the room. Mom and Bucky mutter out a grody morning in response.

“Good morning Scout, Coffee?” Steve says in what seems like anticipation and you just give him a small nod and a yes please as you walk to see what your mom is scratching away at.

Looking over her shoulder as you sit confirms your thought that she needs last-minute things. As soon as you sit, a mug of fresh coffee is placed in front of you, with cream and sugar to follow. Looking up, you see Steve looking down at you with that same kind smile.

Dammit, he's still so sweet…

"Such a gentleman..." your mom says almost teasingly. Yes, mom, you know! She gives you an expectant look, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

"Last-minute list? I thought last year you said you were never shopping on Christmas Eve again?" she sighs, ripping the paper from the pad. “Unfortunately, some things can't be helped. So while me and your brother are at the store, you, my favorite daughter, will do the baking."

"I'm your only daughter."

"Jury is still out on that." Bucky snarks

Rolling your eyes, you discreetly shoot Bucky the bird that he fakes being insulted by. Though as soon as mom looks up you two are going back to being civil. .

"What am I making this year?"

"Your wonderful Chocolate pie and Steve has requested Chocolate Chip Cookies." The request makes you give Steve a pointed look. He quickly turns away, making a fake whistle. You swear if he has only come back for your cookies, you don't care how big he is; you will throw him off the roof.

With the plans set Bucky slides out from his chair pocketing his phone, "Alright, Steve, let's get ready to go."

"Actually, I was going to hang back and give a hand with the baking." -what?

"She would love that! So kind!" Your mom beams -excuse me?

"Yeah, maybe you can help her keep the pies in one piece this year." Bucky snickers, teasing at the fact that every year, the pie always has a missing slice by morning. Bucky suspects it's you, considering you made it. You think it's Bucky, but nobody truly knows the truth.

"I'm not the pie thief you are," you say, pushing Bucky with your elbow. Of course, Bucky isn't just going to take that… so he shoves you back, and the sibling bickering starts.

"Am not"

"Are too!"

"Am Not!"

"Are Too!"

"Shut up!" Mom is quick to end the immature argument, but it doesn't stop you and Bucky from sticking your tongues out at each other—very mature.

"You, desserts, Bucky, with me, Steve, I'm sorry." With that, Buck and Mom are gone to do late shopping, leaving you and Steve alone in the kitchen.

It's quiet for a minute before Steve finally turns to you with a wide smile. "Just tell me what to do, Scout. You're in charge."

Ah, so you're leading now.

Grabbing the recipe book, you quickly flip through the pages until you find the right one. With a smile, you shove the book into his large hands. Steve doesn't even seem fazed as he keeps his eyes on yours.

"Chocolate pie, it's foolproof."

Steve cocks his head to the side, "Foolproof? Ouch, Scout."

"Don't pretend to be offended. I've heard you and Bucky call each other much worse."

Steve steps closer to you, “I don’t know you seem to have a bit of meanness in you know, I saw you give him the middle finger.” Steve tsk his lips and you wince, of course he saw that…

Not backing away from a challenge, you get even closer—so close you can smell the coffee off his breath. “Well Steve; you haven't seen me in a long time. I guess it only makes sense that I changed."

Steve shakes his head with a laugh as he looks over the recipe but keeping your little game going, "Don’t worry I plan on figuring that out while I'm here."

“Figuring out what?" you say crossing your arms and popping out your hip, Steve's eyes move to you as they roam slowly over your body, then he smirks.

"If you're still as sweet as I remember..." The way it just rolls off his tongue is so Sinful. Sure, he's still sweet, but now he's seemed to learn how to flirt. And with how your cheeks heat up from his words, you might be in trouble for falling even more for him.

Instead of quipping back, you just turn away and start gathering the ingredients you need. Trying desperately to ignore the budding tension. Baking in a kitchen with a handsome man can create its own kind of testion. But baking alone in a kitchen with an attractive man you once shared a first kiss with, now that tension could be cut with a knife.

Time passes as you two continue to silently bake, you wish the teasing had not ended so abruptly because now you are coming up with all the best comebacks, figures…

Turning your head over your shoulder, you watch Steve cut up the chocolate bricks in fine flakes. His large hands are coated in chocolate, and watching his muscles tense and move with the quick movements of the knife is mouthwatering…

Steve turns to look at you and gives you a soft smile. Quickly, you move your eyes to the cookie mix you're putting together, trying to seem like you are totally not staring at him, imagining how sweet his chocolate-coated fingers would be in your mouth. Rolling your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try to ground yourself in reality for a moment; you're in your parent's kitchen with your brother's best friend; this is not the time to be thinking horny thoughts.

While lost in your internal struggle, you feel a large hand placed on your hip; The hand is gripping tightly making warmth instantly shooting tingles down your spine. Looking up, you see Steve reaching for a bowl that is very conveniently placed in the cabinet above you. His cologne invades your senses, and you can't be too mad about it. Also, the subtle way he's pushing and leaning on you is making his crotch rub against your ass, either he knows exactly what he's doing or doesn't care to give you any personal space. You imagine it's the latter.

Once he's retrieved the bowl his breath is fanning against your ear, and his velvet voice numbs your mind to mush: " Sorry, Scout. I needed to grab a bowl." Oh, he's toying with you.

Finding your grip on reality, you take your bowl of cookies and push yourself out of Steve's sexy radiance. "Next time, ask, huh?"

You move over to the mixer and start mixing up the dough. You hear Steve clear his throat over the mixture. Looking over your shoulder again, you see his broad frame diligently mixing the filling over the stove. You hate how much you enjoy looking at him and his cute butt…

"Are you worried I'm messing up the mixing?" he calls over his shoulder. You quickly turn around and add the chocolate chips to the fluffy dough.

"Like I said... foolproof, I'm not worried." You say, trying to sound confident.

"So there's another reason why you're staring at me this whole time?" Does he have eyes in the back of his head!?

"I wasn't-"

"Don't even try it," Steve warns as he finally pours the chocolate mix into the pie crust and puts it in the oven to bake. Finally, he turns to face you, Crossing his massive arms in front of him. "I've felt your eyes on me this whole time."

Shit... Returning to your mixer, you do your old faithful tactic when you don’t want to answer a question, “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

You hear a groan thinking you have won but then there's a small sigh, "I know you're mad at me..."

That makes you pause. Mad at him? Were you mad at him? Part of you was for awhile but when you really think about it now you're more confused than anything. You take a deep breath and finally say the one thing you had thought about most after that kiss.

"You don't just kiss someone and then run away you know."

You finally turn and see that you have Steves full attention, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly trying to gather his thoughts.

"I know." he finally gets out.

"Then why did you-"

"I kissed you at the wrong time..." That throws you for a loop. Steve's blush makes the tips of his ears bright red as he continues." You were... lonely and sad..."

It's your turn to interrupt, "Steve Rogers, did you pity kiss me?"

Steve's eyes widen as he quickly reaches for you but holds off, "No! No, it was a real kiss... for me, it was a real kiss."

"What do you mean? That kiss felt real to me, I mean, it was my first kiss..."

You feel yourself wanting to put up your guard but before you can you feel Steve's hands gently sliding up and down your arms before moving to your shoulders carefully brushing away your hair, "I want it to be better. To be right.” Steve's blue eyes look so softly down at you and you feel ensnared all over again. You lean in, and it feels all so familiar. When his hand comes to your cheek and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, “When I kiss you again, you will know what I mean..."

God, you want him to kiss you again,

”When?” You question.

Steve leans in, his breath fanning over your lips, “How else will I know if you taste as sweet as you did that night..”

You feel like you're melting as you close your eyes, the memories of his tongue tasting like peppermint making you crave it now. You rise to your tiptoes as Steve's arms curl around you, but before you can do anything, the oven's timer is going off.

Both of you jump before frantically looking for the oven mitts, running into each other as you reach for the oven. Finally, you two get the stove open and pull the pan out at the same time. It's so frantic and excessive you both can't help but laugh as you hold the pie.

"What are you two doing?" The sudden voice of bucky practically scares the crap out of you.

Steve looks at his friend then just cocks his head, “Baking, obviously.”

Bucky, ever clueless, just shakes his head as he puts bags of groceries away, you can not believe you almost kissed him again! And almost got caught. You take the pie and place it down to get cooled off. As you turn you run into your mother who is looking at you confused, you think for a moment she's trying to read your mind but then she places her cold hands to your cheeks.

“Steve, what did you do to my girl? She looks flushed?”

Steve just chuckles as he helps with the groceries, “I think she was standing too close to the oven, making her get hot.”

You give him an unamused look, he knows what made you hat and it wasn't a damn oven.

Hours later, long after you and Steve had finished the desserts, after sitting with your Mom and watching the same Christmas movies you did every year (though this year you might have been distracted…) and going to bed, you find that you're still tossing and turning thinking about Steve; what does he mean when he kisses you again… is he going to? You almost did, but then your family walked in… Will he have the chance? And what does he mean you taste sweet!

2am, and you're still thinking about him; years later, he can still rile you up and keep you second-guessing. Just is not fair, damn hot people…

Not seeing any end to your torment, you decide it's time for the perfect late-night medicine: a sweet treat. Making your way down to the kitchen as quietly as possible, you find the Christmas-themed Tupperware stashing the cookies and take one. The sweetest is only a temporary relief to your racing mind, however. Further trying to distract yourself, you open the fridge, checking the pie, making sure it's still intact, and it is.

When you close the fridge, you lazily look around the dimly lit room till you see Steve in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. Seriously, universe…

"Looks like Bucky is right; you are the pie thief."

"I was just checking on it, not eating it."

Steve steps into the kitchen, takes a seat at the table, and gets himself a cookie as well. You decide to join in, your minds already filled with him. What's the harm?

"Couldn't sleep?"

"I thought I heard a pie theft." he taunts, making you chuckle, but it dies off quickly, and that same tension starts piling up again.

"I was up thinking about you," Steve suddenly admits, "Thinking back on that night…"

"The night you ran off with my first kiss?" You say it more bitterly than you meant it, but Steve doesn't seem to flinch.

"I had thought of kissing you a long time before then," he confesses, warming your cheeks.

"Why didn't you?"

Steve doesn't look at you while he shrugs his mind on the past, "One, there's an unspoken rule about best friends, sisters, and… I didn't feel good enough, scrawny punk kissing a beautiful, kind girl like you. Thought you would have been modified. Then at the dance when we danced together… you called me perfect. Girls would have never thought to say that, but you did, and I just couldn't help it. When I kissed you, I knew it was wrong, and then I ran, which was even more messed up."

Steve ends his confession by turning to you with a smile, "I screwed it up,"

You two sit silently, looking out the window into the dark, snowing night, "If you messed it up, why come back?"

"I was hoping for a second chance, but… when I saw how mad you were and when we interrupted it… it kinda brought me back to reality, shook me and my plan up…"

Tilting your head, you look at him confused, "Your plan?"

You see, Steve blushes, "Charm you, and I hope I get to do it right this time…"

Your laugh was involuntary. You couldn't believe that after all this time, he wanted a do-over. Steve Rogers, you are the biggest dork, and you love it. He looked embarrassed at you, laughing at his confession, but then you stood from your chair and reached down towards him. "Well? How are you going to charm me sitting down? This is your last chance, Steve. Don't blow it."

Steve grabs your hand, standing to his towering height, "What's the first step in the plan, Steve? I'll let you lead."

"First…" Steve steps closer, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands to hide purchase on your fuzzy pajama bottom hips. "We sway just like that night."

The two of you start to sway in that same slow dance, and though there is no music, you both know which one is playing in your mind as you move in perfect rhythm. Your hands move from his soft hair to slide down to his chest, where you feel his heart racing through his bare chest. He watches you intently before carefully bringing you to press against his warm body. You can no longer tuck your head into his neck, so you lean into his chest. Steve pauses, and you feel him bring his hand to your cheek, having you look up at him.

"Second, I will tell you how I think you're the prettiest, funniest, kindest girl I've ever met and how, for years, I have thought of you."

You bite your lip as you look into his blue eyes, which reflect the colors of the Christmas lights. "When's the part where you kiss me?" you say, a tad breathless.

He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, looking at their flushed color, "That's step three after I ask…"

"Steve, kiss me before I lose my mind and pummel you."

That was the exact invitation Steve was waiting for because the next thing you know, he's leaning down and kissing your lips slowly. His hands cupped your cheeks before sliding back down to your waist, his mouth carefully guiding you. It's just as sweet and warm as the first time, but now, with how he moves his lips gently with yours, you can tell he's practiced. Rising your toes, you wrap your hands around his neck and swipe your tongue against his lips, begging for them to part. Once they do, you slip your tongue to taste his. A slight grunt leaves his throat as his hands tighten -Yeah, you learned some things last time.

Steve slides his hands down your body to find purchase on your ass, giving a squeeze and forcing a moan from you in the process before he lifts you up and places you on the contour. Breaking the kiss, he looks at your red face, catching your breath, "taste sweet.." he mumbles before tilting your head up to leave open-mouth kisses on your neck.

The feeling of his burning tongue swiping at your sensitive skin has you tightening your thighs to try to ease your aching clit that's begging to feel him closer. As he's licking and marking your skin with reckless abandonment, your hands are pawing and tugging at his soft hair. Holding on to dear life, his head goes lower and lower, passing your collarbone. This must be that real kiss he talked about before.

Your wandering hands meet the prominent bulge pressed against your leg; softly touching the hardness makes Steve pause as he softly moans into your neck.

"Steve.." His lips kiss your neck slowly as he spreads your thighs, moving in between them.

"Yes, baby… what do you want? Anything you want..." he says into your skin, making you shiver as his lips caress your sweet spot.

You feel his bulge finally press against your covered cunt, and you can't help but gasp, "I want to feel you…" you finally tremble out as you move your hips slowly over him, grinding on his cock.

Steve watches you in awe for a moment before he's repositioning himself and rocking his hips so the nip nudges your clothed clit over and over. Part of you think this might be a delicious dream; there is no way you're actually dry-humping with Steve on your kitchen table in your parent's house, is there? But when his fat tip teases your clit again, making your toes curl, you know this is a dream, this is real, and you don't care. You need him now.

You're about to shimmy out of your bottoms and pull Steves down as well, but the sound creaking of the stairs has you both snapping back to reality. The reality is your hands are about to pull down your pants while Steve has a huge tending boner, and you're on the kitchen table; if caught, there is no explaining that one. So quickly, you're hopping off the table and eagerly pulling Steve to hide in the kitchen's pantry with you. Safely hidden, you and Steve peer through the panty's louvered door to see who is ruining your late-night treat.

Tiptoeing through the kitchen, you see your father making his way to grab a fork and then going to the fridge. Unbelievable. You owe Bucky an apology.

"That sneaky little—" Before you can finish whispering, you feel Steve wrapping his arms around you, his length pushing against you. Turning around carefully, you face him. Only the light streaming in illuminates his face, and you can just see that affection filling his eyes.

Steve gently kisses your lips again, finding them way too easy in the dim dark. His hands curl around your waist, and his head rests in the crook of your neck. His warm breath makes you melt all too quickly.

"Scout, I've liked you for so long…" he says into your neck.

Cuddling him closer, you're about to confess your feelings, those feelings that you had from the moment you met him. Then, the pantry door opens, and you meet your father's shocked expression. His daughter is hiding in the pantry with tousled hair, and her brother's best friend, who is shirtless, is embracing each other. Not a great look…

Eyes going wide as you push yourself away from Steve, trying to fix your hair. Steve clears his throat awkwardly, turning his back towards your father, trying in vain to hide his prevalent bulge. Starting to fumble out an excuse, you're stuttering and panicking for an explanation, but your father is slowly shutting the door before you can even get out a syllable.

You stare at the Shut door in shock. "He's so going to blab to my mother," you groan.

Back in the darkness, you feel Steve wrapping his arms around you. "Would that be so bad? She has been hinting about us getting together."

"Bucky is going to kick your ass."

Steve kisses your neck again, quickly learning where to tease you with his soft lips. "That's fine if you agree. Come out with me for New Year's." Turning, you press your cheek to his chest, cuddling closer.

"Can we go dancing?

Steve Chuckles as he kisses your head and holds you tighter, says, "We can do whatever you want. I want to make up for lost time."

"Better late than never."

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lilacevans · 9 months ago

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧': 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: breeding, dirty talk, usual filthy ari

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

✧.* : ̗̀➛ 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.

“You fuckin’ feel me, pup? Hmm? Feel me deep in this little cunt?” 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.

“S’matter? Can’t speak? Can’t think?” 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 couldn’t help but meet his thrusts, arching your back to drive your hips together harder, deeper. “That’s it, ‘atta girl, fuck yourself back on my cock. Keep it goin’, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim, breed this tight pussy.”

A cock-drunk smile cracked across your lips hearing Ari’s lustful rants. One thing about Ari is that it was guaranteed that he’d lose all ability to keep his filthy thoughts to himself once inside you.

“Whining 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 Curtis’ next for a fill, then your golden boy— your Stevie,” Ari spat his name like it was venom on his tongue as he drove his cock deeper into your aching cunt. “Then your Jakey… Although he prefers this little hole, doesn’t he?”

Ari’s thumb pressed against the tight ring, the pad of his thumb slick with his spit, or the leaking wetness spilling from around his cock.

“Finish you off with Pete and that awful, mean Lloyd, hmm? Make sure you have a whole litter. Nothin’ but a hole for us to fill— Fuck,” 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.

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loomiseater · 1 month ago

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Can you give me a massage?

warnings: smut ofc! black!fem!reader, use of baby oil, slight breeding kink, intercourse, no protection, and, iw steve.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

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Written: November 5th, 2024-December 1st, 2024

Published: December 1st, 2024

Summary: Your massage turns into something else..

wc: 1,157

I got out the shower and it felt relaxing but I still had all these knots I’m my back. As I came out of Steve’s and I’s shared bathroom, he was sitting on the bed with only grey sweatpants on…he looked so fucking sexy.

“Took you long enough.” He jokingly said to me. I tightened my towel around my body as I laid down on my side of the bed. I looked back over at Steve and he went back to reading some article on his iPad. He was focused and I didn’t want to interrupt him…but I really want a massage.

I grabbed a scrunchie from my nightstand and tied my braids into a high bun.

“Baby?” I softly said as he looked up at me. “Yes?” He answered with a little chuckle. He gave me all his undivided attention and I love when he does that.

“Can you give me a massage, please? It doesn’t have to take long but I’ve just really had these knots in my shoulders and lower back.”

His features softened as looked at me. “Of course I can baby, let me get the oil.” He replied before he went to the bathroom to get the baby oil. I started smiling like a little kid, I can’t wait to get rid of these knots!

I took my towel off and laid down on my stomach with my head propped on arms. Steve walked back into the room with the oil as he whistled at me. “Looking sexy as ever, Mrs. Rogers.” He said with a smirk before giving my ass a hard slap.

“Ounch! That hurt!” I whined. Steve has the super solider strength, so it hurts like hell.

He playfully rolled his eyes at me as he came over to the bed, hovering over my body. He started pouring oil on my legs first, then rubbing it in gently. I felt my leg muscles loosen up some as I closed my eyes. After he rubbed it into my legs, he poured some onto my back.

He began deeply massaging my lower back as moans flew out my mouth. “Yes! That feels so good! A little more harder, baby.” I said as Steve laughed at me. He’s rolling his thumbs into my back muscles and he really digs deep into that one knot down there.

I feel the pressure releasing, and it response I began to arch my back. Since Steve was hovering over me, I felt his cock harden at my response. “I’m supposed to be giving you a massage and you’re over here archin your back.” He grunted.

“I’m sorry baby, but it feels so good! Go a little higher please!” I moaned.

He begins to massage my shoulders and it almost feels like I’m about to cum to this.

The long days at work, the tiring workouts, and all the stress fading away. I started moaning loudly as he pressed deeply into one of the knots in my shoulders. “That feel good, princess?” He questioned as I nodded my head in response.

“So good.” I tiredly said. “Shit!” I said to myself.

Steve flipped me over and started pouring the baby oil all over my body. He poured a bunch of oil on my boobs and started groping them.

‘Mhhm!”

I could feel the wetness from my pussy start to seep into the sheets as Steve grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way down to my ears. I was definitely feeling the stretch.

I was holding my legs back while he pulled his sweats down and grabbed his cock. We’ve been married for years but I’ll never be able to get over how huge he is. He was hard and tip was a angry red color, and those veins on the side of his dick just make me wet overtime.

“You ready?” He asked as I quickly nodded my head.

He shoved himself inside of me and we both let out a moan at the same time. “Steve!” I moaned.

He stayed still for a bit before pulling back out and pushing himself inside me again. He started thrusting into me slowly. “You’re too big!” I whined as he chuckled. “You can take it.” He said softly into my ear.

I was starting to get shy from the sounds of my wettness, it was the only thing you could hear in the room right now. Steve did a powerful thrust as he sucked some air from how tight I was. I tried to close my leg but he popped my inner thigh. “Keep them open for me, I wanna see that pretty pussy.” He said. I pouted at his words. It was becoming too much and we just started.

He grabbed my face and started kissing me passionately while his thrusts became faster. “Look how good you take daddy’s dick, all wet tight for me.” He groaned against my lips as my eyes rolled back.

I was about to cum, I could feel it.

“I wanna cum all over your dick!” I breathlessly moaned as he laughed at the state of me right now. A mess under him, for him and him only. And looking so pretty with that oil covering your chocolate skin.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy, especially since it was covered in baby oil and your juices.

He brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing it slowly. “Oh fuck!” Was all you could get out at the moment. Steve knew exactly what he was doing.

“Squirt for me, baby. I want my dick covered in the sweet juices of yours, okay?”

I nodded my moaned in response.

He started to rub my clit faster and thats when I felt my legs shake. Before I knew it, my pussy was squirting as Steve’s face was covered with a smirk. “Good girl! Good fucking girl!” He groaned as he slapped me across the face. I moaned from the sting, something about just felt so good.

“Fuck! Gonna put a baby in this tight little pussy!” He said to me as his thrusts got sloppier, I knew he was about to finish. “UGH!” Was all I heard before he came inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around his toned torso as his head fell into my oiled boobs.

“I gotta oil you up more often, baby. It just suits your skin so well.” He said as he looked up to get another look at me.

“I was supposed to be getting a massage.” I teasingly said as he chuckled. “You looked too good, I couldn’t resist.” Steve responded before he started sucking on my boob.

“Baby, I’m tired!” I whined. “Well I’m not.” He said as he looked me dead in my eyes while still sucking on my boob. I threw my head back into the mattress and let Steve do his magic.

Curse Steve and Super Soldier stamina.

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sidechrevans · 1 year ago

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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

I’d 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.

“I'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.”

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 you…

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.

“FUCK” 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.

“Tell me, whose little whore are you?” His hoarse voice echoed through the bathroom along with a loud slap, you just swallowed soundlessly when he started moving again.“Stevee” you moaned when he hit that spot, you were already sore“So it’s 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 “Whaaat? Do not handle it? Weren’t you the one thirsty for cock?” 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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royalsweetteaa · 1 year ago

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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! 🥹💔 Let’s 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. “Doll, why did you wince like that?…did I raise my voice too loud? I didn’t mean to if I did but I….you know me…I have never and wouldn’t…” Steve begins to ramble a little with his words as he processes what just happened. “Who hurt you, my love? Please, tell me…I’m worried…this had to have come from somewhere, right?” Steve asks as he’s ready to receive an explanation while pulling you in to stroke your back gently. He listens, already plotting in his head to pay ‘someone’ a visit responsible for your trauma response.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom raises his eyebrows as he sees you flinch and he furrows, confused. “Kitten,…did you seriously think I was about to hit you just now?” Ransom would ask with his arms crossed. “…Do you think I would steep that low?” A part of him takes offense as he first assumes that’s the whole story, but the pieces pick up slowly that this could have come from a previous encounter. He sighs, realizing he’s handling this poorly. “Darling…I didn’t mean for you to react that way. I hope you’re not scared of me…are you?” He’s relieved when you shake your head, and he decides it’s best if you both take a break from arguing. He comforts you, reassuring there’s nothing to be worried about. He hopes you’ll 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, “Oh honey…it’s okay, let’s stop arguing about this and talk about what happened, okay? Did I scare you?” 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 you’re 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. “Are you okay? You just flinched as if I was going to…” his heart breaks in a million pieces as he puts two and two together. He carefully takes your hands to give you reassurance. “Baby, what happened? Was it me?…You know you can talk to me about anything…I’m all ears, always.” 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 he’s not coming across as too aggressive to make sure you won’t react like that ever again.

Johnny Storm

Johnny’s sentence would die out the moment he sees you wince and ask, “What was that?”, distraught and confused. “Did you just…” he doesn’t complete his sentence as he flattens his hands and raises them. “Babe,…I’m never putting my hand on you…my parents, while they died when I was very young raised me good enough to know that’s never okay…I wouldn’t do that even if you called me names or cursed at me like Ben always does!” 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

Ari’s response to you flinching would be to take a step back and give space between the two of you. He’s encountered women with traumatic responses before and knows that to deescalate the trigger, he needs to show he isn’t going to do any harm, like raising his hand. He would then say to you in a soothing voice, “Sweetheart,…I apologize if I came off as heated just now…let’s put this aside and think of something else, alright?” 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 Ari’s safe. It’s all forgotten and Ari doesn’t 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! ♥️🥰

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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chuckbass-love · 1 month ago

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This | Ransom Drysdale | Part 12

A/N: Yet again, i have left this way too long and at this point there are no excuses except life being life. I really hope y’all are still invested in this and if not then i completely understand.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Summary: The moment you’ve put off finally arrives and you’re scared, but what will happen if the test is positive?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, swearing, vaginal intercourse, anal fingering, daddy kink, cum play, sweet Ransom moment (again to make up for such serious moments in this part) 18+ again, being as the entire series thus far has been 18+. Enjoy guys💕

Word Count: 4,380

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cevanswife go check them out! 💜

Noise. Suddenly, when time is moving extremely slow and you’re impatiently waiting with bated breath, for something so important, there’s always too much noise. Noise that you barely even notice in your day to day life when you’re rushing around completing errands or running out of the door for work. Even when falling asleep in the pitch black and silence, the noise is louder now than it is then.

Like the clock in your bedroom, above the en suite door. Despite having a timer on Ransoms phone set already, you can practically feel that damn clock laughing at you, mocking you and telling you that you still have one more minute left.

One more minute.

Or the wind outside, smashing against the double glazed windows, making your ears ring. God knows why.

And then there’s the noise you can’t hear too well but faintly, and that’s still enough.

The washing machine and the dryer in the laundry room. Rattling.

Tick, tick, tick.

One more minute.

One more minute before your life might change forever.

You never thought you’d see this side of Ransom, the side where he’s switched on, attentive, loving and willing to try and be there, no matter the outcome of this dam test.

Why is it taking so long. Your knee starts to bounce off its own accord. You can’t stop it. Just like your hands, they shake a little, anticipation is the sole cause. Oh and nerves. Your anxiety is wracking your entire body.

Dare you glance down at the timer on the iPhone on the bathroom side.

45 seconds left.

You start too whisper, counting down as your knee starts to bounce more, your nails picking at the nails on your other hand until a soothing hand comes to stop it.

“I’ve got you baby”

30 seconds left.

“What if it’s positive?” your worried eyes search his for some reassurance, needing him now more than ever to show and possess the strength you don’t have.

It’s been a whirlwind couple months, from breaking up with Ransom to getting back together with him, then dealing with his bastard of a friend...well, ex-friend. And then having him use your sister, your own flesh and blood, to get back at Ransom. It’s a lot for anyone to deal with and in the midst of all of it, you can’t help but admit you have been careless with safety during sex. It’s kind of hard to stay on top of things when the last thing on your mind is safety. All you want lately is to feel him close, skin to skin, for him to ease the anxious feelings away with his body. His touch, his kiss. So powerful, so gentle yet rough.

It’s what you always seem to need lately.

And if those needs have resulted in a tiny human growing inside of you.. would that be so bad?

“Then we’ll deal with it, we’ll sort this together. You and me”

Sort this? Deal with it?

Does he mean -

You can barely even let that thought manifest and clearly your knee is working overtime and you’ve gone back to picking at your hands and nails again as Ransom stills both. Using one hand to force your eyes to his.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me. I didn’t mean that in the way it sounded. I meant that we’ll talk about it. We’ll cope and get through this however we need to. We’ll discuss this together..okay?”

You feel yourself nod as you look back down at the timer.

1 second left and...

The ringing sound of Ransoms alarm goes off, startling you despite knowing it was coming.

You take a deep breath, waiting a second so that you can calm your hands and that shaky knee of yours before you look at Ransom and pick the test up. His hand over yours, holding it as you both bite the bullet and glance.

Two lines.

Two very clear, very real lines.

You feel his hand grip the test to look at it properly without you. He takes it and stands up as he begins to pace the small bedroom. His large frame taking up all of the space.

Were you too quick to believe his promises of being there no matter the result? Did you buy into that false sense of security yet again?

Everything moves in slow motion, even your thoughts. You daren’t disturb him while he paces, with his eyes fixated on those two lines. He’s processing. Internally cursing this baby inside of you. Or at least you think

Ransom’s POV

Two lines.

Two very clear, very real lines.

I instantly feel claustrophobic, instantly need air. After pacing for what feels like forever, i feel worse. I need proper air, i need it now.

I rush to the window, practically cursing inside as i fumble with the handle, i push it open and lean there for a moment, breathing in and out rapidly, unable to catch my breath fully.

I needed that. That’s the air i needed.

With my eyes shut and fresh air blasting my face, i start to cool down. The temperature in my face cools slowly but enough for me to regain a coherent train of thought.

It takes a minute before the thought of her comes back to me. I spin around instantly to find her, tears pooling in her eyes, a worried look on her face. I can tell that the first thing she thought of when she saw me just now was that i’m angry.

How wrong could she be.

I rush to her side, pulling her close to me so i can hold her.

“Shhh, i got you. I’ve got you” i soothe, or at least attempt to as she sniffles into my chest.

“A-are you mad?” her voice comes out just above a whisper, while a rogue tear slips down her cheek and onto my chest.

“Of course not”... “why would i be?”

It seems logical in my head, why would i be mad? How could i be mad?

I’m happy, albeit overwhelmed but happy nonetheless.

“You’ve barely said a word’

“It’s overwhelming that’s all darling, it’s a lot to take in and i can’t even imagine how you must be feeling. Talk to me”

Your POV

You pull away from his chest, wiping your tear stained face as you swallow your nerves down as best as you can so that you can get your thoughts out into words.

“I’ve always known that i’ve wanted to be a mother. Even when i was younger with my sisters, playing moms and dads” that earns a chuckle from your sweet but misunderstood boyfriend.

His arm cradles you as you continue.

“But that’s a far cry from that to this, to doing it, for real. Having a tiny human depend on you for everything. It’s also the unexpected, perhaps. The fact that this wasn’t planned. We’ve been so preoccupied lately, being careful when having sex hasn’t exactly been at the forefront of our minds. But what if it was meant to be that way?”

“How do you mean?”

“What if this was always supposed to happen. This little life growing inside of me as we speak. Sometimes things happen when you least expect it, for a reason”

I feel silly saying that but it’s true. Life can have a funny way of challenging you, and doing it in ways you wouldn’t expect.

You look up at him, searching his eyes for anything to show that he’s truly okay with the outcome of the test.

Facing a positive pregnancy test was certainly not on your plans for this year, but what matters is how you deal with it, how you communicate with one another about this. It may be your body but you want the choice to be one you make with both yours and Ransoms input. It took the two of you to create this life. It’s only right the two of you decide what happens.

Your hand naturally goes to your stomach and you gently rub your thumb across it, wondering what life would be like with a baby. How Ransom would hold up as a father. You know he’d be a whole lot better than his father, that’s for sure. Which let’s face it, isn’t a hard feat at all. Richard Drysdale is a bastard of a man. And you know that Ransom wouldn’t mind you saying that. It’s a fact.

Ransoms hand joins you, his thick and long fingers fingers guiding your own to stroke your stomach.

“We don’t have to decide just yet” he starts, getting down on his knees in front of your bed and positioning himself in between your legs, parting them as he inches closer. A position you’ve had him in more than once. It brings heat to your sex. You can’t help it. The man is quite literally a sex god.

You’re sat here, in the midst of a serious conversation and yet you’re in the mood to be intimate. This man can literally touch you in any way, be in front of you talking about politics or even pissing you off in some form and you still feel that invisible string, pulling you to him, like a magnetic force. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. However, times like these make you want him all the more.

His eyes darken as he catches yours doing the same, he knows that look.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, if that’s okay?” you murmur, your hands roaming down his tanned and toned body, abs for days, that sexy V-shape leading into his boxers, where his not so mysterious size awaits you.

You need him, god you need him more than you need to breathe. Everything is aching, your anxiety wreaking havoc on your body once again, you need a distraction, just for right now. You know that you can’t avoid it forever, but you can allow yourself to forget, just for today. Or even just for right now.

“Oh yeah, and what do you want, hm?” his finger crooks under your chin, lifting it up, not allowing you to avoid his eyes. “Come on, tell me princess. This only works if we communicate” his voice is going deeper as he finishes talking. He knows exactly what you want, but as always, in true Ransom fashion, he’s making you work for it. Just the way that you like.

“I want you. No, i need you. I need you so badly. Your touch, your hands. I need it all over me. Afterwards i promise we can discuss the pregnancy. I just need to be close to you. Please” your doe eyes cause him to falter his usual Daddy persona.

“Like this?” he rasps, manoeuvring so that you’re laying down on the bed and he’s on top of you, his hands gripping your ass before leading up your body, squeezing and gripping every curve, his soft sighs make it clear how much he wants you too. No spot untouched.

You hum in appreciation and agreement with his words and he continues, his face burying into your neck, kissing, licking and biting like a wild animal desperate for his next feed. You’re his prey. Always have been since day one. You belong to him.

“Use your words, slut” his demand comes with a menacing drawl, one you would never wish to ignore. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. When he’s in this zone, this fantasy of your owner, Ransom is not to be tested. Best believe he will always come out on top.

“Y-yes, like that” you moan breathlessly as his hands slide up to the tie of your robe, his fingers barely need to work at it before it opens, giving him better access to you and that sexy goddess like body of yours, or at least that’s how he’s always seen it. You’ve never once had to wonder if he’s into you, his reaction to you is enough confirmation.

Ransom moves you to the centre of the bed, spreading your legs before moving in between them once again. “Yes, what?” his eyebrows raise, a playful smirk on his beautiful face.

“Yes Daddy”

And that was all he needed to begin.

His lips pucker as he places kisses along your stomach, working his way up to your neck, gentle kisses at first. But the higher he gets, the more hungry he becomes, nipping you here, licking you there. Your chest starts to rise and fall quite quickly now, your cheeks flush as he reaches your breasts.

No matter how many times he looks at them, feels them in his hands and plays with them, he loves them. It’s like he’s obsessed with showing every significant part of your body some love. But then again, when it comes to Ransom, every part of your body is significant. Every. Single. Inch.

“Look at these nipples of yours, all ready for me. I’ve barely even touched you” his pleased tone makes you smile a little. Daddy Ransom is here for real now.

You prepare yourself mentally for the rollercoaster your body is about to be put through.

His index fingers and thumbs roll the pert nipples as he kisses the valley between your breasts, licking his way to one nipple to bite it ever so slightly, enough to make you jolt in surprise before repeating the same on the other. His pleasure comes with a build up, a build up that renders you desperate for him, desperate for his cock. But it’s all worth it.

“Being so patient for me, baby. Such a fuckin’ good girl” his New England drawl makes you wetter, the pool of arousal at your entrance causes you to wriggle and writhe, needing to rub your thighs together for some kind of relief. But with Ransom between your legs, you’re trapped.

“Woah woah, what happened to patience” his hand moves down towards your sex as his face moves inches above yours “behave” his words come as he smacks at it. He repeats it once more before continuing his journey to your neck. His mouth starts to suck and bite the tender skin, it’s bound to leave a mark, proof to everyone that he was here. His intention.

You wait for him to move up to your face to give you a kiss and when he does it’s messy, emotional and needy. Tongues moving and colliding, your hands gripping his face before he moves them above your head. One hand of his holding them there while he reaches for the handcuffs in the bedside table draw. Your eyes widen as your brain can only imagine what is in store for you. Rough sex with zero mercy. He plans to fuck you until you beg for him to stop. Just the way you like him to. The arousal worsens as he straddles your chest, tying you to your headboard.

Once you’re attached, no escaping, he gets off of the bed to step out of his boxers slowly. The teasing only makes you more in need for him. And then theres his cock. God it’s like he was sculpted to perfection and brought to you to continuously render you speechless. Every day that you get to look at him and that body of his is a gift that keeps giving.

Your eyes rake over him one time too many but he doesn’t mind. In fact the cocky bastard loves it. It boosts his already inflated ego when it comes to his appearance.

That’s Ransom for you, he looks good and he knows it. He’s used that to his advantage plenty of times. You recall him doing the same for you when you first met.

“Like what you see, baby?” he winks, that wink makes you melt but you forget you’re stuck in place by those handcuffs.

You nod, practically salivating at the sight.

“Please” you beg, pathetically.

“I need you” the whimpers fall on death ears as he climbs back onto the bed, fisting his hardened cock for you to watch as his own eyes rake over you. He knows he’s one lucky man.

“Do you now? How much?” Like you said, he’s a bastard.

“Badly, i’m so wet for you. Please”

And with that, he spreads your legs further, inspecting you with his eyes before his index finger starts to rub at your clit a little while his middle finger explores your folds until it’s at your entrance, rubbing your juices around.

“So you are” he hums in appreciation before lifting your legs up a little and bending down.

His mouth attacks your pussy, making you whimper in shock. It’s never been so easy before to get him to give in. He must need you just as much, if not more.

“Taste so fuckin’ good” his growling and breathy voice turns you on more, god you love him. So fucking much. You love the way he relentlessly attacks your body with his mouth, hands and cock. He just knows what you need.

You’ve been here so many times now, danced this same dance. You’re fluent in each others bodies language. Knowing every weakness, every tell tale sign of an orgasm, every pressure point that gets the other begging for more. However, you rarely get to use your knowledge as Ransom enjoys dominating too much, and who are you to argue?

Your hips buck up as you grind into his face.

“You eat my pussy so good Daddy” you whimper, desperate for more of him, his teeth nip not so gently at your demanding clit but it spurs you on. You thrust faster and faster before he holds you still, your thighs wrapped tightly around is head as his nails dig into your soft skin. He’s hungry.

That all too familiar rope in your stomach starts to tighten, your climax building, and building and building. Until one last flicker of his strong tongue causes the rope to snap.

You cry out, his name falling off of your tongue like a prayer, all to familiar. He licks you through the orgasm while your legs shake around his head, just the way he likes. You’re so sensitive but he wants more, who are you to deny him. His tongue now lapping up all he forced from your body, the juices make him groan

He forces your body back to the bed, allowing you too lay there while he stares at you. In awe, perhaps.

His hands wrap around his hardened cock as he moves over you so that your legs can lock around his torso, keeping the two of you connected, while your hands aren’t available.

“You want this cock inside of you? Gonna be my good little slut, hm?” his filthy words only make you want him more, you shake the cuffs in attempt to free yourself so that you can touch him, wanting him inside of you faster.

The taunting tuts he gives you, warning you about rushing him. Ransom is especially thorough when it comes to giving pleasure. He likes to make sure no stone is left unturned, leaving you a puddle of satisfaction with shaky legs for further proof.

“I need it inside of me, i need you. Make me your slut, use me for your own pleasure” you plead, doe eyes returning as you bite your lip seductively. That’ll do it, the final nail in your coffin, clearly, as he slides into you slowly, filling you up inch by inch.

Two sets of eyes close in tandem as pleasure envelopes both of you. All of your stress from the last 48 hours vanishes in a heartbeat. Tension disappears.

You know you have to face everything soon but this is a short term distraction, one you are both welcoming with open arms. It’s what you need right now, no harm in satisfying that.

His thrusts speed up as he grips your legs, pushing them up and back. Folding you over so that he can push down on the backs of your thighs, using it as leverage for him to go to town. Fucking into you with reckless abandon, giving you all that he has. All of his confusion about the new circumstance you’ve found yourselves in, all of the tension that piled on top of him the moment he saw those two lines. All of it is channeled into this moment right now.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. My god” the sound of his balls slapping against your asshole mixed with the sound of your juices each time he drives his cock balls deep into you bounces off of the walls, making you glad you live alone.

His hands move to splay across your ass, gripping it so tight that his nails dig in, leaving a mark for certain. You wince but revel in the pain of it, the beautiful pain.

“You feel so good inside of me, daddy. Are you proud of me, taking all of you like the good little slut you turned me into mm?”

His eyes darken, his brows scrunch as his middle finger circles your puckered hole, so tight, so fucking tight.

He throws his head back grunting as his thrusts get more aggressive before sucking that same finger and circling the hole again. He pushes it in slowly, blowing out a deep breath he’d been holding in until his finger slipped inside, just a little. It’s been a while since he played with your ass like this.

Oh how you’ve missed it. Pushing in and out, he works it in deeper each time, training it to take all of that finger.

God you’re so good for him, he needs you to keep being good, to keep taking what he dishes out. You’re always good, so perfect, so precious.

He loses control, rough isn’t the word for how he’s fucking you, his finger getting faster with its movements, working in time with his cock as it moves in and out of your soaking wet pussy, your juices covering it tip to base.

Yet again, the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm washes over you as you cry to be released. His one free hand moves up momentarily to pick the key up for the cuffs. You nod rapidly, signalling to him to free you. You need to be closer, you need to touch him.

Ransom notices this, smirking as he speeds the pace of his finger up a notch, working harder to push you through that orgasm you’ve needed so much. “Is my good girl gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a big mess all over daddy’s cock?Give it to me baby, come on, give me that cum, i need it like i need fucking air to breathe. Come on, slut, cum on this cock. Give yourself a mess to clean once i free those hands”

His words are enough to push you over the edge as you cry out once again, for the second time today he’s the reason for your relentless pleasure. Your pussy walls clench down on him, again and again and again, making him moan along with you. He pulls out quick, pushing the key into the lock to free you at last before manhandling you around so that you’re on your knees on the floor, in between his naked legs, sucking his cock.

His hips buck, forcing you to take all of him, one punishing thrust after another, saliva drips from your mouth each time he pulls out. His hands grip your hair, giving you no choice but to comply. All while your cum drips from your stretched out and satisfied hole.

Pleasuring your man brings you pleasure too, you can’t help but feel the same old need for more as you service his cock with your mouth, bringing him close to his own orgasm. But before you swallow it, you pull off in time for him to spray your chest. His arousal covering your breasts fully. You waste no time in playing with it, moving it all across with your fingers before licking it off slowly, seductively. His eyes follow your every move, amazed.

“You’re so sexy, you know that, right?”

You nod, confidently. You don’t always know it but in this moment right now, you believe it wholeheartedly. Nothing could stop you from showing it to him.

The taste of him makes your pussy throb non stop.

Look at you, such a desperate slut, constantly craving his cock.

His thumb strokes your chin as he leans over you, catching a drop that didn’t quite make your mouth before you take it and suck the remains off.

“That, my darling, is certainly my favourite distraction” he hums with satisfaction as he stands up, towering over you before picking you up and carrying you to the en suite. “But let’s get you cleaned up, hm? Then we can talk about that test”

You nod before resting your head on his chest as he walks you into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Sooner or later you’ll need to face that test, and as nervous as you are. There’s no one you’d rather have those difficult conversations with.

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The Spare

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Summary: When Princess Rosie unexpectedly is thrust into a political tour of the country, a working-class Air Force Captain is assigned to be her pilot. Although the princess is unhappy about the decision, she realizes she’s stepping into unknown territory when the unexpected happens

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By @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Chris stretched his arms above his head and stepped out into the morning sun, yawning as his muscles relaxed. His chest rose and fell with the exhale, feeling the tension leave his body as he took in the first relaxed morning he’d had in months. Birds chirped overhead as he started down the paved pathway from the large estate they were calling home until they headed north the following day.

It’d been a chaotic…. Week? Has it really only been a week? The schedule made it feel so much longer than that, and he hadn’t been at the forefront, that was all reserved for Princess Rosie. He just stayed to the rear, wearing the most expensive and soft blazers and collared shirts he’d ever had while she handled the crowds with a maturity and poise that seemed well beyond her years. But the moment the car door shut behind her each day, as they headed from destination to destination, Chris watched as her shoulders slouched and her arms crossed over her front, her eyes distant as she stared at her feet. He’d glance in the rearview mirror at her every so often as the driver led them to their next destination, and yet her body language never changed. But without missing a beat, she straightened up as they made their final turns, her dazzling smile slipping back onto her lips as they reached their destination, her shoulders moving back as her perfect posture returned at the click of cameras and cheers from the crowds.

It reminded him of the way James had always sighed with relief as the curtains and door closed each night as he came back to their university flat, knowing there were now four walls between him and the outside world. He had told Chris that by walking out the door every day, he was obligated to have every set of eyes on him, every pair of ears lurking to eavesdrop, and any camera within the vicinity? It was assumed, for the worst, to be pointed at James, no matter the state of him or the hour. Chris had always been exhausted just by watching James shift his personas back and forth at will depending on the surroundings, but a pity had grown in him at seeing the way Princess Rosie shouldered the burden of the title in ways both similar and different to her older brother.

It seemed like a lonely place, to be clearly struggling with something and yet be pushed to do something that Chris could honestly say he’d never wish for in a thousand years. He couldn’t even imagine staying in this behind-the-scenes role for long, yet alone put up with a life like that for the rest of his days; never having privacy, always performing, always carrying the responsibility and duty, and giving up every last semblance of privacy he held. It seemed like his worst nightmare, and at times, he thought the princess would agree with him.

His feet had carried him through the winding grounds, the house growing farther and farther away until he reached the wide open yard, with a… frankly ridiculous pool and the tennis court, where he found not only the princess, but a perimeter of security on the outskirts, all looking quite relaxed given the nice weather and low-stakes.

And yet, despite the crowd that formed around the courts that morning, the princess was all alone in the court, hitting the green ball back and forth to herself against the smooth wall.

He gave a short wave to the men nearest to him as he passed them on his way to the fence, leaning against it as he watched her practice. “Wow, tough opponent huh?” He finally spoke, watching as she jumped a bit in surprise before turning her head to look at him, squinting in the sunlight.

She let the ball bounce past her, racket by her side as she stared at him. A slight smirk grew on Chris’ face as he watched the surprise on her face as she asked, “What?”

“Looks like you’ve got a tough opponent,” he repeated, gesturing to the empty court around her with a chuckle.

Rosie didn’t have a response to his words, instead her hand went into the pocket of her skirt, pulling out another ball and fiddling with it in her hand - in a slightly anxious way - as she looked over at Chris, then the guards, back to Chris, and over again.

But it was Chris’ turn to be surprised as Rosie finally answered him, “Well it’s not like I have anyone to play against.”

Chris schooled his expression quickly at the offer, something he knew maybe overstepped a bit, but her offer only pushed him. His feet carried him down the short steps of the lush court, a half smirk on his face. He found himself thankful that his original plan had pushed him to slip sneakers on his feet earlier, but quickly focused on the woman standing across the court from him. “Well, I’m here,” he told her, picking up a racket from the collection on the table before he got into position.

“Don’t you have a job to do?” She shot back with a smirk, but clearly she didn’t give a shit, as she began to bounce the ball, getting into position.

“Considering you’re not in a plane right now, I’m going to go with no,” he reminded her, knowing where his primary contribution on this tour lay.

Her head cocked as she kept her eyes on him, hand never moving while he stretched his legs a bit, grateful for the quick warm up she was giving him. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my security team too?” She asked, her voice amused.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he dropped one leg and lifted the other. “Yeah it really seems like you’re in a lot of danger here on this tennis court with guards posted every twenty feet,” he muttered loudly enough for her to hear him, feeling that prickly and uncomfortable sensation of knowing there were no less than a dozen pairs of eyes on him at that moment, and yet he couldn’t do anything except focus on the woman across from him.

Her head cocked, eyes narrowing in the morning sunlight as she watched him stretch. Chris had begun to think he might’ve overstepped finally - made her uncomfortable - and had just prepared an apology when - for not the first time this morning - she said something he hadn’t expected. “Then I guess you better try to keep up,” she chuckled, a genuine smile on her face.

He spun the racket in his hand, shooting her a smirk from across the court to silently let her know that he was up for the challenge. The sound of the ball hitting the court echoed as Rosie bounced it a few times before tossing it up and hitting it with impressive force over to his side before he smacked it back over to her, starting off their game. The sun was shining down as they played, their laughter quickly bubbling out, making Chris realize it was the first time in a week since the tour had started that he heard Rosie laugh.

By all accounts, Chris knew he didn’t actually know Rosie. He had flown her multiple times this week, stood in with her giant team of security, and still only talked to her for a grand total of about three minutes. He had seen her so stoic the past week, often keeping to herself and always seemed a little bit… sad.

After being in the Air Force so long, Chris certainly understood duty and putting aside your own feelings for what had to be done. He knew there was a high level of that with being a member of the royal family but this past week, he had observed Rosie as almost completely opposite to who he thought she was. The princess was arguably one of the most photographed, written about, and famous people in the country. She’d become a favorite amongst the people for the way she appeared to be a lot more down to earth and in touch, and that coupled with her large range of expressions and less than stoic behavior made her relatable and truly a princess of the people.

That, coupled with the countless stories he’d heard over the years from James about the sister he loved so dearly, made Chris feel like he did know Rosie. He felt like he truly already did know her, making him notice just how opposite she appeared this week than what he thought was true about her. Chris had begun wondering which version of her really was the truth, but seeing her now, pointing her racket at him while she warned him the next ball was coming straight for him, he realized that what he’d seen this past week was that thick wall of duty that had to go before anything else.

The sun was growing higher in the sky as they played game after game, each one seeming to loosen Rosie up more which made Chris know his casual nature was being responded to well. He had seen this so often with James over the years and the struggle he had to be able to trust anyone and feel like he actually had a friend. Chris knew that had to be the same for Rosie, and even more so on this tour where she was surrounded by a staff of people and, from what he’d observed, not a single person who just cared about her, only the job that lay ahead and it certainly clicked in his head just why James had worked so hard to get Chris on this tour with her.

He thought about the trust that his best friend had in him, and the ever-loyal Chris was determined not to let him down and to make sure his sister was okay. But as he looked across the court, seeing Rosie give him a sideways smile as she asked him if he was going to serve the ball or just stand around all day, he knew deep down that it wasn’t just his loyalty to James that had made him want to come down and talk to Rosie.

Once Chris had hit a particularly fast shot whizzing by Rosie’s legs, scoring him a point to win, Rosie tossed her racket on top of the small half wall that she leaned against as she sipped her water bottle. After picking up the ball and stacking his racket with hers, Chris plopped down on the stairs she was standing by as he leaned back and rested his elbows behind him.

Although the sun was in his eyes, he could still make out the way Rosie was looking down at him from a few feet away and it made a feeling run through him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. As fast as it came, Chris tried to push it away while she came to sit down near him, slightly uncomfortably popping the top on her water before closing it again a few times. Chris wanted her to feel the same level of trust and comfort James felt with him and tried to strike up a conversation, asking, “So how many of these tours have you done before?”

“Too many,” was the quick response Rosie gave with a laugh before her eyes flickered back to her water bottle and muttered, “I try not to keep track or I get too depressed.”

Wanting to make light of her comment, Chris tipped his head so he could see her face and teased, “What? You don’t love giving speeches and sitting at stuffy dinners?”

“As fun as you make it sound, not really,” Rosie laughed as her body relaxed and she tossed her dark blonde hair over her shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy the tour as much as you will.”

Chris gave a faux offended look to her as he put a hand to his chest and rhetorically questioned, “What? I don’t give off the vibe that I know how to use more than one fork?”

“Remember that I’m well aware of how this works. I know you’re just doing a favor for James,” Rosie challenged him with a raise of her eyebrow, making it obvious she wasn’t one to let much of anything get by her.

“That might not be true. Maybe I just really wanted to come to play tennis with someone who’d be this easy to beat,” he easily shrugged with a playful smile.

“Easy to beat? I saw you running pretty hard for a few of my shots,” Rosie tried to remind him, tipping her water bottle at him accusingly.

With a snort, he just rolled his eyes before vaguely motioning to the nearby foliage, “Yeah because if I didn’t they would have gone into those fuckin’ bushes!”

“They would not! I’ve been playing tennis almost everyday for years now, I know how to line up my shots,” she argued back.

“Wow, well it sure doesn’t show,” he couldn’t resist teasing her as he schooled his expression.

“Oh and you’re such a tennis master?” Rosie retorted with a smile that was so effortlessly bewitching he thought it should be illegal.

But he didn’t let himself get tripped up by her easy charm and just stated, “Apparently more so than you,” unable to help but remind her that he had in fact beat her.

Chris watched the way Rosie’s steel blue eyes sparkled in amusement, her rosy lips parting as she was undoubtedly ready to make a quip back. Suddenly he saw her eyes flicker over his shoulder and as quickly as that sparkle on her face was there, it fell as she sat up a little straighter. Following her eyes, Chris turned his head and saw Thomas, the head of the princess’ security team, making his way down to where the pair were sitting.

Years of military training made Chris instantly stand up at attention, ready to leave so he could speak to Rosie but he was surprised when he bowed to the princess but then turned to him saying, “Captain Evans, we need you for a briefing for our departure tomorrow afternoon.”

“Of course, where’s the briefing?” Chris asked.

“In the front room in ten minutes,” Thomas simply stated before turning to walk a few feet away to wait for him.

Instantly focused on his job and the reason he was here, Chris looked at his watch and was internally making a plan for the flight tomorrow when his eyes were pulled away to see Rosie standing up. He watched the way she was pulling her hair up into a ponytail, only showing off more of her face that so enamored him. That stoic front had seemed to return, her posture immaculate and her mouth straight, completely the opposite of the playful side he’d seen for the past nearly two hours. Wanting so badly to see that side of her come out again, Chris met her eyes before motioning over his shoulder and leaned in to ask quietly, “What? Were you too tired of losing that you had to call Thomas in?”

“More like you’re about to get in trouble for not doing what you’re supposed to be doing,” Rosie shot back without missing a beat.

“Well I’ll let you in on a secret,” he leaned both his forearms on the corner of the half wall, leaning in closer to her as he whispered, “I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing.”

“On this tour or playing tennis?”

Chris admitted through a chuckle, knowing this was the truth, “Maybe a little bit of both,”

“I’d say it’s a little more true about the latter, Captain,” Rosie smiled, picking up the tennis ball and tossing it up a few times.

Chris barked out a laugh as he pushed himself off the wall, “Says the girl who just lost to me three times.”

“Or maybe I just let you win,” was the quick response Rosie teased him with.

At that moment, another voice broke in as Thomas reminded from a few feet off, “Captain Evans, we need to go.”

“He’ll be there in a minute,” Rosie snapped at the head of security, no doubt more about years of frustration rather than this one instance. Her gaze then fell back on him as she told him, “I want a rematch sometime.”

“Sounds like someone is a sore loser,” Chris smirked.

“Or I just want to prove to you that I let you win today.”

And with that, Rosie gave him one last stomach turning smile before flipping her ponytail over her shoulder as she turned to walk off the court, a few of security guards trailing behind her as she walked toward the large estate. Chris then went over to Thomas and walked in stride with him across the large perfectly manicured yard as Thomas gave him a harsh look that was coupled with a simple question, “What were you doing with the Princess?”

Chris had learned throughout his short time working for the palace that there didn’t seem to be a single person who had a sense of humor about much of… well… anything. He knew of how harsh and cold so many of the staff members who were entrusted to uphold the image and safety of the royal family were thanks to the many laments that James had said over the years but even that hadn’t prepared him for just how icy it was. Thanks to his years of military service and experience as a captain, he knew to answer directly and plainly, answering with, “Playing tennis.”

“I could see that,” Thomas’ harsh tone cracked down as they neared the door to lead inside. Before they could open it, Thomas slowed to a stop and squared his shoulders in front of Chris, hands folded behind his back while firmly stating, “I know you are close with the prince but a member of the royal family's staff needs to have a divide between a relationship and a job.”

Knowing that any rebuttal of explaining that he just had wanted Rosie to feel like a human being rather than a bug under a microscope of guards around her, Chris just acknowledged the truth in the words, “… I understand.”

“We all need to know our place and it’s none of our place to be close to the Princess,” Thomas’ thick mustache flicked underneath his pointed nose while going on to question, “Why did you engage her?”

“She invited me to play with her,” Chris honestly answered, knowing that while Rosie hadn’t given an invitation as obvious as that, it was implied with her words and the lightheartedness and laughter that followed only backed up that it was what the princess had meant.

“Invited you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Chris could see the shock in Thomas’ eyes, tipping him off that this must have been unusual, before he went on to chastise, “You must not accept those offers, your role is your role, we can get another pilot in minutes. The princess has a job to do, one much more important than playing tennis with the prince’s friend.”

The captain just nodded his chin before following Thomas into the briefing room in silence even though so many thoughts were running through his mind. He knew it wouldn’t have been any use to reply, but that last sentence Thomas had given him some insight into the feelings of the palace and the seemingly obvious resentment there was for Chris being on this tour due to his friendship with James.

Chris knew that it was unusual for a military captain to be the pilot for one of the most senior members of the royal family, most everyone on these tours having been longtime employees of the palace. It had just been a favor for his best friend and they all knew it, but Chris thought it was almost comical that moments like what had just happened were probably the exact reason James wanted him here. Over the years Chris couldn’t have cared less about James’ titles and heir to the throne, he was simply just his friend and because of that, James knew that in a hard time, his sister needed something a little less frigid that the iceberg of security and staff members rushing her from one thing to the next on the tour and watching every move she made with a critical eye.

At his core, Chris was a man of duty and loyalty, having long put aside many of his own wants and desires to take care of his mother, make good use of the scholarship he got to university and succeed and make the most out of his enlistment in the air force to be a good pilot and more recently an even better captain. His loyalty was to his country, which included the royal family, and he was the first one to take this tour and the princess’ safety seriously. But the other part of him, that purely authentic, playful, empathetic, and maybe even the tiniest bit mischievous side of him that remembered James was the one who wanted him. He had wanted someone personal, someone he trusted, here to make sure Rosie was alright and make it a little better on her and he would be damned if he didn’t make good on his word to do just that.

The minute the door closed behind Rosie, she toed off her high heels and left them by the wall, relief washing over her at finally being alone. She had spoken at three events just today, feeling like that was more of a workout than the two hours of tennis she had played yesterday against her pilot. The thought made her lips momentarily turn upward as she remembered being able to just laugh and feel… normal. Well, or as normal as she figured she could ever feel.

Ever since then she was back to the grind of meeting with the palace advisors for briefings, getting fitted for dresses, shaking countless hands and delivering three speeches in just the past twenty-four hours. Despite her exhaustion, Rosie still grabbed the telephone and sat in the window seat and dialed a number she knew by heart.

Once she could hear the receiver being picked up, Rosie grinned, “If it isn’t my long lost little sister.”

“Long lost? You’ve been the one who’s been too busy making headlines in the papers on your tour to talk to me,” Annie’s soft voice laughed through the other end.

Rosie leaned back in the seat, gazing out the window as she honestly said, “Well I’d much rather be where you are than here.”

“If you knew about the exam I have to take in my literature class on Friday, I think you’d change your tune,” her sister joked about the dread of her university tests.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

Trying to turn it on a positive note, Annie replied, “It seems like the tour is going well though. Mom called yesterday and was saying that everyone was pleased with it so far.”

If it hadn’t hurt so much, Rosie could have laughed from hearing that their mother had called her younger sister. Sometimes it felt like night and day with the differences their parents displayed to her siblings than to Rosie. James was the eldest and heir apparent, making him the one their parents, particularly their father, had poured into over the years. He had always been the golden child not only for his position in the family as future King, but for his upstanding behavior, always doing the right thing at the right time and seemingly never misstepping.

Annie, being a chunk younger, had always been the baby. She was the meek, kind hearted, and rosy child who their parents had always been softer on. Maybe it was because she had been shielded from so many things James and Rosie were thrust into, or maybe it was because of her tender nature, Annie had always been a lot more naive about most things, seeing the good in just about everything and that seemed to be a bridge between her and their parents, particularly their mother which showed up in moments like this when Annie casually mentioned their mother calling her meanwhile Rosie hadn’t heard from her since she had departed the palace over a week ago.

But between those two shining siblings was Rosie. The spare. And she certainly felt that in just about every way possible.

Where James stood tall and Annie was shielded, Rosie felt like she was just the odd one out. The past years that she had been in James’ place while he got to join the Air Force, Rosie had been forced to be on display for the whole country. Although nearly everyone in the country found a favorite royal in Rosie, someone they could relate to and admire for her untraditional ways and obvious care for the people, the palace felt quite differently. She had been constantly reminded of all her missteps, things she shouldn’t have said, or ways she had done wrong, so much so that on this tour she hadn’t been able to even walk into a room without thinking of the laundry list in her head of things she was supposed to do and what she might be doing wrong. It haunted her so much she felt nearly sick.

But as complicated as those feelings were at times, Rosie long ago had decided she never wanted any of that to get in the way of her relationship with either of her siblings. Both of them were pretty much the only people she could be closer to her real self with. She and James had relied on each other deeply through the years, truly having a friendship beyond siblings, and Annie was the little sister she loved deeply and wanted to shield from so many of the things she had been exposed to. Rosie knew that her life would forever be in the shadow of her older brother, being the one that didn’t quite measure up, but Annie had the chance to have something different and Rosie wanted to give that to her.

Realizing that she hadn’t answered her sister, Rosie shook herself out of her own thoughts and replied, “Yeah I’m trying. I’ve got a week down so only nine more to go.”

“Well it sounds terrible when you put it that way,” she heard her sister laugh into the phone, making Rosie’s own smile appear.

Sarcasm dripped from her words as Rosie comically responded with, “Sorry, how would you like me to say it? I get nine more glorious weeks of flying somewhere, going to event after event shaking hands and talking to people who wish James or our father were there instead of me before giving speeches nobody cares about just to fly somewhere else and do it all over again?”

“Rosie, don’t be too dramatic, it can’t be as bad as all that,” Annie’s tone softened before she tried to look on the bright side as she so often did, “Who knows, maybe there’ll be some man shaking your hand at one of those events that’ll catch your eye.”

“I doubt that,” Rosie couldn’t help but mutter, having a hard time seeing past the seemingly never ending list of duties she had to perform.

“I don’t, I’ve seen how gorgeous you look on the cover of all the newspapers this past week so I’m sure you’ve already caught the attention of quite a few people,” her younger sister sweetly said.

In the past, that comment would have made Rosie laugh. In her younger years she would have been a little more excited by the thought, enjoying to playfully flirt with some people here and there. But that had been nearly beaten out of her, the palace advisors constantly on her back about staying neutral and holding people more at an arm's length even though it went against her very nature.

A gentle sigh escaped Rosie’s lips, her finger twisting the cord of the phone around her finger while she gazed longingly outside, “I wish you were here with me.”

“I will be soon, I’m still coming to the military pinning ceremony before you head to the coast,” she tried to reassure her, giving Rosie a little bit of a light in the packed schedule that had her feeling like a puppet on a string.

“I can’t wait for that.”

There was a silence on the phone before the kind voice encouraged her, “I think you’re doing a great job Rosie.”

“Thanks Annie,” the eldest sister smiled at the words, knowing they were from Annie’s heart even if her naive younger sister didn’t have much of a clue just what this role entailed. Rosie was unable to hold back her emotions any longer, finally acknowledged, “These tours are just… exhausting. I feel like I just have to play a character the whole time and it’s just really lonely sometimes.”

“I know, but when you’re done you’ll get to have a real break.”

Rosie internally sighed, knowing she’d been promised that so many times, especially now. James coming back had been the end for her. Her chance to live some semblance of a real life. A chance to finally be herself. But that had quickly been ripped out from underneath her as it so often had before with the dangling promise of just one more thing that never ended, making Rosie only able to respond with, “I hope so.”

And she truly hoped that it was true. That after this she’d get a real break. Every leg of this tour seemed so daunting to her, nearly every minute being packed full and so many opportunities for her to screw up and misstep all while being completely alone. She just stared out the window while these thoughts nearly made her sick but her steel blue eyes caught sight of movement in the large green yard the window overlooked as a tall figure bounced around. Rosie was staring as she saw him wave a ball around in the air as one of the security dogs bounced around his feet before he took off running when the Air Force captain threw the ball with impressive force across the field.

Rosie laughed softly to herself when she heard his loud voice echoing as he called to the dog, jumping around with more excitement than the dog when he took the ball and waved it around again. While she saw him drop to his knees to rub the dog’s stomach, Chris glanced at the building before doing a double take when he caught sight of Rosie sitting in the window watching. She softly laughed when he just shot her a sideways smile with a wave and in that moment, Rosie realized she maybe was a little bit less alone than she thought.

A/N: We loved writing this! It came together so quickly and we couldn't wait to share it.

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misscherry-26 · 2 years ago

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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 🫣🥵

Taglist: @optimisticallygarbage , @smile1318 , @alessandraavengers , @she-wolf09231982 , @octobers-snow , @sizzlingfurydeer , @ccutieprincess , @imrandomstuffsblog

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:

“Father? 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.

“Shut up!” The big shadow now stands in front of your father, and you can't believe it.

He is the one from your dream—the 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!” you put your hand up as if that could serve as a shield from preventing the beast to take another step. “Don'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.

“I'll stay on one condition,” you take a deep breath, “Let him go. Alive.” 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.

“You look beautiful,” He says. “Like in my dream.”

"What dream?” 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!” 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?”

"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, “Help me, please…”

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. “Just tell me what to do…” you whisper.

The beast—Ari, 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.” 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:

“Thank you…”

THE END.

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upindreamland · 2 years ago

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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 it’s what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so it’s not the best…)

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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.

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 wouldn’t accept the other parts of me that weren’t the perfect model they see in public. I’m 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.

I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous person’s house that I didn’t 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 I’m shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when “Not Another Teen Movie” came out.

“Is this seat taken?” Chris said pointing to the seat next to me.

Recovering from my shock I shake my head no.

“You don’t know the host either huh?” He asked.

“Was it that obvious?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?”

“You… You know my name?”

“I mean yeah why wouldn’t I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know me…”

“Who said I knew you?”

“Oh darling don’t act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.”

“Oh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

“I never said that!”

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

“Sorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.”

Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that.

Before I could figure it out he responded with: “Oh okay. Bye”

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, “Hope to see you again soon”

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 Chris’ 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 wouldn’t be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot.

While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didn’t 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.

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.

“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.

“Definitely, I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.” I responded.

“Oh you've been thinking of me?” 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.

“Oh wow I didn’t know I was that obvious”. He responded after the video was over.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Well for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldn’t help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.”

I was speechless.

“Then, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. I’ve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, I’m not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if you’re up for it go out on a date with me?”

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 didn’t 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, it’s been history.

“Y/N?”

Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.”

“Uh oh. What happened this time?” Chris asked, worry written all over his face.

“Nothing bad this time. It’s just a clip of you at the show.”

“Oh really. Let me see.”

Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Huh I guess I’m still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.” 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 couldn’t have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.

“Come on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.”

I will never fall out of love with this man.

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it’s all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.

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coltrainbat · 2 years ago

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Smut

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 Charlie’s Angels… but there’s only 1 of you. You huffed as you swiped from hanger to hanger until…

“CHRISSSSSS!” You hollered

“Yeah honey.” 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.

“Hi Captain.” You purred

“Put it back.” He said sternly

“Why should I… look at this… it’s beautiful and omg mint condition.” You lifted one of the sleeves feeling the fabric.

“Because it’s the past.” He came towards you reaching for the costume but you turned your body away.

“Then why is it here?”

“Because one day I might hand it down to our son or if we go broke I can sell it.”

“I feel like I missed out on so much with this costume… can you wear it for me? Just once?”

He sighed, studying it with his eyes “It won’t fit anymore.” Chris tapped on the small sight of pudge on his stomach.

“Oh nonsense just try… please.”

“Fine.”

You squealed “ok let me go get a shield!”

You came back in the room with the glorified frisbee in your hand, but Chris didn’t realise your presence too busy in the mirror admiring himself.

“You need this.” You came up behind him, handing him the hard plastic prop.

“Thanks Peggy.” He smirked at you

“You’re welcome Captain… now turn around and let me look.”

You bit your lip as you ran your hands along the stretch cotton, the color hadn’t faded a day from not seeing the sun in 10 years.

“It’s tight on me.” Chris gritted his teeth

“Where?”

“The crotch.”

“Is that the suits problem or your problem?”

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.

“So how does it get on?”

“Like a onesie.” He grinned

“Ooooh.” You nodded, never fully understanding the layout of the suit.

“Oh it’s got a zipper.” Your eyes widened at the discovery.

“Yeah what if I needed to piss?”

“And the other thing…”

“You think I was spending my days fucking on set?”

“If I was around you would of.”

“That’s true baby.” He pulled you closer by your waist.

“So what do you think of Captain America.” He purred in your ear

“I think he’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.” Your hands on his bearded cheeks as he pulled you closer by your waist so you could feel the straining fabric against you.

“Hmmm why’s that?” His words mumbled by the kisses he was leaving on your exposed neck.

“Because he’s too busy fucking me to save the world.” 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.

“Well that’s your fault isn’t Ms Carter?” His eyes honed in on you, noticing the delight as he’s finally catched on to the dirty game of role play you’re playing.

“You know I always wondered…”

“Hmmm.” His tongue still exploring the skin exposed on your robe as you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Whether the serum applied to your whole body…”

His hands moved to loosen the tie around your waist, letting your body be fully exposed beneath him.

“You wanna find out?” He quipped as his mouth made its way down your stomach.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… Captain.”

Chris growled as his grabbed the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and placing them on his shoulders.

“Tsk tsk no panties… not very professional.”

“They got too messy thinking of you.”

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.

“Agh Chris more.” You dug your heels into his back but it was no restraint for the brooding man. Pulling out to stand over your flushed body.

“Call me that again and I’ll stop.” You swallowed weakly seeing a side of your man you’d never seen before.

“Yes Captain.”

“Good girl.” 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.

“Stop moving or you’ll get nun’” 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.

“You feel that honey?” 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.

“No touching the suit baby.” He tsked as he loomed over you. “You’re just gonna lie down and let Captain take care of you.”

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,

“I’m gonna cum.” With that he pulled out to your shock.

Your mouth fell agape as he avoided your eyes “what’s wrong?” You grabbed his chin, pulling his face to look at you desperate for him to return inside of you.

“Mint condition you can’t cum on the suit honey.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh I’m very serious.” He pecked your forehead.

“Go lie in bed, Captain looks better naked anyways.” 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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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months ago

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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 they’re 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.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Hey, babe.” You greeted Chris with a kiss. “How was your day?” You asked.

“Good.” Chris answers, kissing you back. “Where’s Maddie?” He asks.

“Watching scary movies with her friends in the living room.” You tell him.

Chris grins to himself. You know that grin all too well. It’s the grin that appears on his face when he’s thinking about scaring someone. As a matter of fact, he had that grin on his face when he scared you a couple days ago.

“Don’t even think about it, Chris.” You warned.

“I’m not going to do what you’re thinking, sweetheart.” 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.

“He’s gonna do what I think he’s going to do, isn’t he, buddy?” 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.

“BOO!” 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 husband’s shenanigans as you walked in the living room.

“Dad!” Maddie whines. “Why would you do that while we’re scary movies?!” She asks.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Chris laughs. “I had to.” He says, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

“I told him not to.” You say to her, handing her more snacks.

“Make sure he doesn’t do it again, mom.” 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.

“Why did your dad scare us like that?” Maddie’s friend asks.

“It’s just something my dad does.” Maddie answers. “My uncle does it too.” She says.

When you got to the kitchen, you turned around and glared at your husband.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” Chris put his hands on your waist. “It was funny and you know it. Even Dodger knows it.” 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.

“I’m so sending this video to Scott.” He says.

Chris pulled the video up on his phone and watched it. You watched it too. You couldn’t help but laugh when Maddie and her friends screamed when Chris scared them.

“Ok, fine.” You laughed. “It’s funny.” You admitted.

“See! I told you!” Chris laughs and kissed you. “I’m gonna send it to Sebastian and Anthony too.” He says, loud enough for Maddie to hear.

“DO NOT SEND IT TO UNCLE SEBASTIAN AND UNCLE ANTHONY!” Maddie shouts from the living room, making you and Chris laugh.

“TOO LATE!” 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.

“I’m actually interested to know what Sebastian and Anthony are going to say when they watch that scare video.” You say with a small giggle.

“Me too.” He replies. “We already know what Scott is going to say.” He says with a chuckle and sent the video to his brother.

-Bucky’s Doll

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rogersevans · 2 years ago

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she’s 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?

18+ Content Below the Cut, Minors DNI

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Parties. Something you’d never gotten the hype over. In your opinion they were filled with alcohol and bad decisions. You’d 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 ‘next level’. 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.

Your roommate, and best friend, Robert, had convinced you to come with him. You took pity on him after he’d 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 hadn’t left his lips since you said yes.

It wasn’t like you were a recluse or had no friends. You had plenty of friends, some days you were hardly at home. You’d just never seen the appeal of getting shitfaced at a party with people you didn’t really talk to or plan to talk to in the future. Although, watching people make idiots of themselves was somewhat amusing to you.

“Having fun, flower?” Robert husked in your ear, his hands resting firmly on your hips, holding you close to him and giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Tons.” You deadpanned, leaning your head back against his shoulder to speak into his ear.

“Come on, flower.” 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. “You’re tellin’ me, this doesn’t look like fun?” His chin resting on your shoulder, turning to look up at you flashing his pearly whites.

“Oh yeah,” you sarcastically started. “Getting shitfaced with a bunch of strangers, who don’t understand personal space seems like a great way to waste our Saturday night.”

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 he’d 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.

“Sorry, Robbie.” Turning to face him in his hold, cocking your head to the side. “Come on, let’s go get a drink.” Taking his hand in yours you began to lead him through the house, pushing your way through the sea of bodies and various rooms.

Jesus, how big was this fucking house?

“Whatcha drinkin’, my flower?” 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.

To anyone looking in from the outside, your friendship looks like something more. You’d 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, he’d be able to buy you the world. You’d 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. You’d grown up together, your fathers were best friends and business partners, and his mother took you in as her own when yours left.

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.

It wasn’t malicious though, not in the slightest. Robert was protective of you and guys often didn’t 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.

“Surprise me, handsome.” You hummed as he moved around you, your eyes catching the sign taped to the cupboard above the drinks: ‘Flavour Station’, making you snort.

“You really not having fun?” Robert eyed you as he poured your drinks.

“Ask me in an hour.” You couldn’t help but wince at the amount of vodka he put in the red solo cup before adding lemonade. “Jesus Rob! Are you trying to get me drunk or give me alcohol poisoning!?” Your high-pitched squeak caused the brunette to roll his eyes in response.

“Don’t be such a party pooper.” Jutting out his bottom lip before leaning over the counter and tapping your nose with his index finger. “Maybe you’ll actually get laid, show off the girls.” His right eye dropped into a lazy wink before dodging your clenched fist, which was aiming for his shoulder.

“You’re a pig.”

“What?! You have a great pair of tits, and you should be proud of them, I know I am.” 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. “They really came into their own, it was touch and go for a short while. But they really pulled through.” Before taking a sip, you leant forward again to flick him on his forehead. “Ow! Hey!” He huffed out, rubbing the spot you’d just flicked. “Ask any guy at this party, they’ll say the same.” He now leaned in, his voice lowering as his spoke. “They’ve been starring at your tits for the past hour, flower.”

His words going straight to your cheeks, them now deepening in colour slightly. You couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your jacket tighter around you, covering your chest from the view of everyone.

You knew this top was too revealing.

“Oh no you don’t!” Robert protested loudly, smacking your hands away and then pointing at you. “Don’t be such a priss.” He instructed firmly. “Or I’m takin the jacket.” Nothing but humour in his tone, he’d never go out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, knowing how you’re already out of your comfort zone just being here.

That was the amazing thing about Robert, you could be feeling the worst you’ve ever felt. No bra. No make-up. Clad in sweatpants and an old top. He’d still build you up like you’ve just jumped off a runway. Now, whenever you doubted yourself, his words would echo through your mind. “Honestly, flower, take it from someone who adores the female body in every sense of the term... Believe me when I say, I’d do anything for those tits.” Was by far your favourite. Sure, his delivery wasn’t that of a gentleman. But you knew he meant every word.

“Johansson.” 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. “Johansson.” He sang now, his eyes finally leaving you before falling to the blonde who currently had some guy whispering something in her ear. Chris didn’t need super abilities to understand what he was saying, the look in Scarlett’s eyes said it all.

His blue eyes fell back onto you, his pulse jumping at the sight of your cheeks tinging in colour at something the guy you’d 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.

He remembered you, how could he not? You’d 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. You’d 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 should’ve. 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.

He felt enamoured with you in those brief seconds, resisting the urge to follow you.

The memory alone had him salivating. “Scarlett.” His tone a lot harsher now, tugging on her elbow not caring how impatient or annoying he was being. “Oi, Cassanova. Detach yourself for a hot minute, yeah?” His stare hard on the stranger, whilst his grip stayed on Scarlett’s elbow.

“Stop being a dick, Evans.” The unnamed date sneered in Chris’s direction; Scarlett probably did tell him his name, but he didn’t care enough to remember. He’d be gone by morning anyway.

“Don’t even think about it.” Scarlett finally piped up, pushing herself off her date, moving to stand next to Chris. “Go get me a drink, I’m thirsty.” 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 Scarlett’s friendship, no one came between them. Ever. No matter who they were. If Chris required her attention, he’d get it. If Scarlett needed help to ditch a date, Chris was always the fake ex-boyfriend who’d show professing his love for her. No stone was left unturned in their friendship, every part of their lives, they shared.

“I’ll never understand how you can be such a raging bitch and still have them at your beck and call.” He watched as she pulled out her pack of smokes, tapping the box against her palm before opening it.

“All straight men are pussy whipped my friend, even you.” Plucking a fresh smoke out of the box and resting it between her lips, fishing out her bright pink lighter from her pocket. “Oh please,” she started when he grimaced at her statement. “I bet when that one girl comes along, you’ll be so pussy whipped, you won’t even realise it.”

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 couldn’t 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?

“Now, what was so desperate that you needed to disturb my fun.” Scarlett caught Chris just before his eyes flew back to her, his cheeks flushed the tiniest bit. “Oh! I know that look! Who?” Suddenly giddy, the smoke now resting between her fingers as she scanned the room.

“Her.” Chris moved closer to the blonde, his fingers gripping her chin and turning her head in the direction of you.

“Oh,” she muttered quietly, more to herself. Instantly struck and speechless at your effortless beauty.

“Shes mine Johansson.” Chris warned, letting go of her chin and folding his arms across his chest.

“Relax caveman, I have my entertainment for the night.”

“Just shut up,” shaking his head he huffed out a laugh. “Who is she?” He asked carefully, his eyes falling back to you, again. Not even ashamed of how obvious he was being.

“She’s a freshman. Works at the campus Starbucks, makes a mean iced coffee. Her best friend is Downey, your newest, wannabe pledge.” The beauty of Scarlett Johansson, she could effortlessly give you a three-page report on everyone in this room.

“Downey?” Chris asked suddenly, his brows knotting together in confusion.

“You know that kid who told Billy to go fuck himself after he found him sniffing around her.” Now pointing her manicured fingers at Robert’s back, his head thrown back in laughter to match yours. “He’s a baby pledge.”

“Oh shit, that was him?” 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.

Which meant one thing to Chris, he’s protective. Which also meant he’d be attached at your hip. Making it difficult for Chris to make his move.

Over the years Chris had become known for his reputation around campus. Ladie’s 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.

It’s 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.

“Yup. Remember Billy’s face?” She snickered, taking a puff of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out in front of her. “That shit was hilarious. Billy nearly shit his pants.”

“Yeah, yeah. What else do you know about her?”

“Well, she’s friends with Lizzie’s younger sisters. I’ve seen them around campus together.” Chris inwardly cringed at the thought of you running in the same circle as his ex-girlfriend, the only one he’s ever had.

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.

“I don’t really see her at parties.” Scarlett continued, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray on the table next to her. “Must be her first one.”

“Yeah,” 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.

“So, see anyone you like?” 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. “Jeez.”

“Jealous?” Robert asked, smirking down at you. “Poor flower.” Reaching over to pat your head condescendingly, “want someone to ravish you like that?”

The snort that follows his question is loud and obvious, shoving his hand away from you and moving to stand up straight. The alcohol you’ve consumed has made you relax significantly, even if the drink is 90% vodka, 10% lemonade. “Jealous?” Scoffing at Robert’s shrug of his shoulder’s. “Please, he’s practically licking the inside of her mouth. She’s a girl, not a washing machine.” It was Robert’s turn to snort with laughter.

It was like a sudden blip had happened. He wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 he’d clocked you shamelessly admiring him.

“Downey!” Chris suddenly cheered, bypassing you and holding his hand out to the brunette at your side. “Our newest pledge...” He trailed off; his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but crinkles formed at the corner of his cobalt's nonetheless.

“H-hey, Chris.” Robert stuttered nervously, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

“This is my friend, Scarlett.” Chris nodded towards the blonde that was stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and looking incredibly intimidating. You don’t 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.

“Best friend.” She corrected smugly, a twitch of a smug smile pulling at the corners of her lips. You couldn’t pull yourself to look away from her, your eyes widening slightly when she took a few steps closer to you. “You got a name, little one?”

You felt your lips move but you couldn’t 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. “That’s a pretty name. Do you smoke, little one?” 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.

“Depends on what you’re smoking.” You startled yourself at how confident you sounded, your eyes looking over her shoulder to find Robert and Chris, pouring four shots.

“Oh!” The blonde perked up even more, her eyes lighting up in excitement, the green twinkling under the dim lighting of the kitchen. “You’re more of a green smoker!” When you nodded silently, she continued. “Well colour me surprised! You don’t give off pot head vibes.”

“I give off vibes?”

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. Chris’s cologne filling your senses, his hard chest rubbing against your arm.

“Hi beautiful.” He rasped in your ear, the nickname making you visibly tense.

You couldn’t stop your nose from scrunching up in distaste, shuffling back and pressing your back against Robert’s chest. “What did you just call me?”

“Shit,” you heard Robert curse under his breath. “Flower, he’s just being nice, have a drink?” He tried to calm you, his voice soothing in your ear. He held up the shot glass in front of you to try and tempt you, but you were too irked by Chris’s tone to listen.

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 he’s witnessed you putting guys in check when they’ve crossed that line. He remembers how close you were to ripping that dick, Billy, a new asshole when he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Beautiful?” Chris asked, his brows knotted in confusion.

“Hmm,” you started, tapping Robert’s arm to lower the shot. “That work on all the girls? Let me guess, you deepen your voice, invade their personal space and flash those pearly whites and they’re putty in your hands?” Your head now cocked slightly, and your hip jutted out as you rested your hands firmly on them, narrowing your eyes in on him.

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 you’re 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.

“Let me guess,” he handed Scarlett the second shot which they both knocked back with ease in unison, placing the empty shot glasses on the counter. “That’s not going to work on you?”

“Bingo.” Now it was your turn to smile and Chris swore he felt the world stop turning at the sight.

“Oh shit, dingus.” Scarlett snorted, now stood by Chris’s side, her small hand gripping his forearm as her eyes danced between you both, waiting with bated breath. “I like her! I like you.” Pointing at you with a wide grin.

“Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?” 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.

“Try again.” You tsked, taking a step closer to him.

“Princess?” He tried, a smug grin now on display. “Gorgeous?”

“How are you so bad at this, my guy?” Jutting your bottom lip out and taking another step closer, you don’t miss the way his eyes carefully watch as you reach out to rub his arm sympathetically. “Don’t worry champ, some people are just meant to be single.”

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.

“Is she always like this?” You heard Scarlett ask. “I just thought she was some shy freshman.”

Robert took a couple of seconds to compose himself before he answered with a simple yes, nothin’ shy about her. Both now holding their stomachs as they continued to laugh.

“Wait, firecracker.” You heard Chris call after you, stopping you dead in your tracks before turning on your heels to face him. “Better?” He asked in surprise when he noticed your brows shoot up.

“Surprisingly so.” 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.

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. “Let me get you that drink.”

“He’s not going to give up, is he?” Robert whispered to Scarlett, his eyes never leaving the pair of you.

“Not a chance.”

“What makes you think I’m not capable of getting my own drink?” You quipped back.

“I never said-”

“I couldn’t possibly know how to pour a drink, right?” You insisted, watching him start to fumble over his words which only encouraged you to continue your torment. “Let me guess,” you quickly added, stopping him from speaking. “You’re just trying to be a gentleman?”

It was like he’d suddenly turned into a mute, like his tongue had been pulled out of his mouth. He couldn’t speak.

“Tell me, Chris...” You trailed off, now standing in front of him, your chests almost touching. “If, and that’s 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?” 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.

Chris’s 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 couldn’t 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.

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 couldn’t pull yourself away from his eyes, watching how they searched yours, flicking between each eye.

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. “That’s what I thought,” you cleared your throat, your cheeks flushing at his smirk. “I’ll pass. Good effort though.” 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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lilacevans · 11 months ago

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 475.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

✧.* : ̗̀➛ 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 Ari’s 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 Ari’s 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 Ari’s balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth.

‘’That’s it, Pup,’’ 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. ‘’Such a good pup.”

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. Ari’s 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.

‘’Pathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live for nothin’ but to be used— nothin’ but hole,’’ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack. ‘’And you fuckin’ love it. You know you do. You’d waste days between my thighs, wouldn’t you, Pup?”

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.

‘’Tryna’ hide from me, Pup?’’ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ‘’Don’t go shy on me now,’’ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ‘’I know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``

Ari’s 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.

‘’That’s it, get ‘em dripping, pet,’’ Ari moaned into the open air. ‘’You fuckin’ love it,’’ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. “Gonna keep you there forever.”

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haleyboook · 2 years ago

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Run away with me

warnings: none

word count: 1,975

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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 doesn’t help having my sister and Chris’s brother staying in our house with us. Ever since the pandemic happened they’ve lived with us.

With the pandemic finally winding down we’ve been dropping hints for them to leave

Malia says it’s annoyingly obvious, but I tell her that’s the point. Chris can’t kick anyone out, he’s too nice.

So I’ve been holding back on telling Malia and Scott to give us some space

I can’t 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 he’s 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 she’s 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 “Honey?”

“In the family room!”

“We have our house to ourselves and you’re watching tv?”

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 “dressed like that. boy I like our alone time.”

He jumps the couch, landing on me as I move out of impact

He curls his fingers into the straps of the lingerie saying “God where have you been hiding this at?”

I smile as I say “I’ve had it since we got engaged, and you were wondering why I was so pushy with the siblings to get out.”

“First thing tomorrow I’ll send them away.” He says in a muffled tone with his lips pressed against my shoulder blades

A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I say “God I love you.”

As soon as he begins to remove pieces of the top I hear something

Our door opens and slams

Malia says “You embarrassed me in front of your friends!”

“You were flirting with all my gay friends!”

Chris says “shit!”

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 “Y/N!! Tell me you made dinner! I’m starv-ING! OH MY GOD.”

She screams in horror as Chris releases an irritated sigh as he glares at her

Scott says “What- oh my god! You are disgusting!”

Chris shakes his head saying “Get out.”

Malia and Scott laugh loudly as Chris covers my exposed self. Malia says “You two have a bedroom, you know that right.”

I sit up, with Chris holding his hands over my exposed body, his eyes widening as I grow angrier and more conflict driven

“We paid for this house, in all cash, out of our own pockets. I bought this couch, I’ve bought everything in this damn room! I have the fucking right to do whatever I please with my significant other wherever I please.”

Scott says “We eat popcorn and watch movies there. That’s- so disgusting.”

I hurl the remote towards their heads screaming “get out!”

It smashes into the wall and they both look to me shocked. Malia says “God, what crawled up your ass tonight.”

Scott says “That’s no way to treat your guests-”

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 Scott’s head as he steps back

“Get out!” I scream in annoyance

Malia says “Off to our rooms we go-”

“No move out!” I scream as I press the pillow to my chest in an effort of coverance

Chris defends them saying “Honey don’t be rash alright? They just need a place…”

I scoff saying “Apparently you want to sleep on this couch tonight.”

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 “Stay… be our guests! And ruin my sex life, assholes.”

I huff in annoyance as I stomp up the stairs, knowing I’m overreacting but it’s just a constant annoyance them being here

I snapped.

Chris stares at the two of them. Malia says “Well she’s in a bad mood.”

“Shut up. I’m not in the mood to hear you complain about your sister.” Chris says in annoyance

Scott says “We didn’t mean to start problems between you two.”

“Fuck off. You two can fight over a room, I’m getting a guest room. Sleep on the couch. And be considerate of our house and our relationship.”

“We have been. You don’t think we’ve been extremely accepting of the two of you? You practically drool over breakfast every morning while you two remain nearly naked cooking our food.”

“Which is gross, and unsanitary.” Malia fills in

Scott says “And your late night quickies, we can hear those. It’s like I need to cut my ears off.”

Chris shakes his head saying “God.. she’s right, you’ve put this massive strain on my relationship. It’s like you’re trying to make us fail!”

Scott gasps with Malia, they both say in a surprised tone “We would never!”

Chris says “if 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.”

Chris storms upstairs in a big hurry and annoyance

He knocks on our master bedroom door, knowing it’s a long shot to get a response from me

I’m already sitting in a hot bath ignoring the three annoyances in my life at the moment

He sighs saying “Can we just talk please? Honey?”

He doesn’t receive an answer and he finds his way to Scott’s guest bedroom. He falls onto the bed, punching the pillows and muttering to himself

“Fucking bullshit..”

He repeatedly punches the pillows as he says “And this bed sucks.”

That was about it for the night, other than me sprawling across our king mattress all on my own

But I couldn’t 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 Scott’s door

Chris grumbles saying “Fuck off Scott. This is my house, take the couch.”

I step further into the room, climbing the bed saying “Chris.”

He looks to me quickly, the anger dissolving quickly

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was mad about the situation. Not you.”

My hands press to his face as I sit on his chest “Let’s leave.”

“What?” He asks confused in a sleepy tone

“Let’s run away, together, come on.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sits up, and I slide down to his legs. He holds tightly to me saying “I’m sorry, what?”

“Run away with me. Let’s leave and go get married. Buy a house somewhere spontaneously and just be off on our own, married, and happy.”

His eyes widen as he says “But our families…”

I nod saying “Yes, our families, they can wonder where we left to for a few days. Come on, be spontaneous with me. Don’t you want to marry me?”

“I 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.”

“We can do that later. I want to get married now, May 30th is a great day for an anniversary.”

He smiles and says “Fine, I’m in. Let’s get married.”

He dives in to kiss me and I loop my arms around the back of his neck

We’re getting married

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