#chris evans scenarios

[scuddisher]

IF I NEVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN

A one-night stand on your final day of vacation with the man you've been wanting since the moment you got to the resort causes mixed feelings and rushed emotions to emerge.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT PAIRING — ari levinson x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — one-shot, strangers to lovers! au, romance, angst, smut WORD COUNT — 2.5k WARNINGS — mature content, mutual pining, intoxication, fast-paced plot, language, prepare to be smitten SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, (consensual) intoxicated intercourse, lots of neck kisses & biting, thigh riding, power exchange, dry humping, unprotected intercourse bc we're having fun here, cum as lube, bits of brat-taming mixed in, dick drunk, dirty-talking, creampie, cumplay, soft dom! ari RELEASE DATE — FEB 19TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — sick rn so if this is a mess… my bad <3 chris evans fanfic tumblr has officially made me down bad for ari levinson, thanks i hate it (jk). this idea came to me when i heard the joke of "rather live off the memory of good dick than soil it with bad dick." because.. that's ari's vibe 2 me. roughly edited btw!

From the moment his golden brown hair had his fingers running through it, clumps of the wavy locks held between his digits before being released back onto his head in a messy fashion—he was on your mind.

Ari had been the one to check you into the small resort, an immediate stay due to traveling through an unfamiliar place in the world, but his warm smile was enough to still your shaking figure.

"First time?" The question still lingers in the back of your mind once a night. Whether it hits right as the sun is setting, or during the lonesomeness of the early morning hours that you’d notice one side of your bed is completely cold—his voice coaxes your nerves and sends a chill down your spine just from the sheer memory.

You were never one to go out of your way to take someone in. To linger around where they worked, to find him sitting near spots you walked on a regular schedule doing activities or just wandering alone; let alone watching him from a far corner—one you considered private.

"You're going to get a sunburn standing there, you know?"

You had nearly forgotten the power of the reflective sand beneath your shoes, battering down sunrays already heating up your skin—and his voice making a redness run across your cheeks.

The moment your scent had blown with the wind towards his resting figure—sunbathing in the same rays that were slowly beginning to burn your own—he knew you were around. Had his glasses not lifted towards his temple, taken notice of your silhouette off in the distance in his peripheral, perhaps he never would have said anything.

"You free tonight?" His smile was beaming, pearled teeth being made out by your glare as you took him in, walking in closer to notice each bead of sweat running down his smooth skin. "Or is that a weird question to ask?"

It was enough of an opening to bring you into the future, heavily made drinks giving your blood enough alcohol to create questions for the man he would never answer a stranger on a regular occasion—especially if the same amount wasn't already flowing through his own body.

He lingered, nearly hesitated on answering questions about his work. His home life was a mess. But his sleep pattern, that's what got him talking the most—and your words slipped out too calmly.

"Long nights with one half of the bed completely cold isn't fun, huh?"

It had played in your mind a thousand times in the short week of your stay. You had seen him walk past your door so often, he had even made the attempt to do a physical wake up call one morning—one of his long and mysterious nights away from the resort that left purple lines beneath his eyes. It was as if he had been purposely inserting himself into your day despite never showing a clear motive.

"I would give anything to have a warm bed and someone to roll over to in the middle of the night."

One simple sentence, and your heart was fluttering. You could see it in his eyes, alcohol-driven lust with a glimpse of hope for some type of human connection.

You witnessed the hair along his arms rise with your own form lifting from your chair, slowly grazing his skin to feel the chill bumps that formed there—and heard him sigh as you slipped onto his long beach chair to press into him. The chill growing in the air did nothing to his hot skin, his warm embrace immediately making you shiver with that same excitement as you gained in the middle of the night from your own imagination.

"What if you didn't have to spend the night alone?"

Every callous along his hand seemed to press into your skin at once, his sudden hold on the side of your face making you run flush and press into his touch. He was hesitant, one main piece of information on his mind—but slowly being lost as his warm lips found your own.

He made you feel more drunk than any of the alcohol on the entire resort. His lingering taps of his tongue making you suck in a breath as he pulled away to stare into your eyes, searching for any sense of indecisiveness. You could nearly hear his voice say it, but nothing was spoken—regret the most feared thing in his bones making him shiver this time.

The wooden door of your room found your back quickly, the old wood creaking as it was unlocked with your key in his fingers and opened with a secure arm around your waist to hold you up.

Ari was merely a mirage in your mind, getting the most out of the man right here in the moment seemed almost sinful. Hours spent creating him in your brain, minutes spent seeing him around the resort, and only one conversation that brought him to place you on your bed and begin peeling away clothing in a rushing pace as if he was debating ripping them off you.

You could taste the drinks on his tongue, the buds along your own tongue taking in everything you could swallow to keep him locked in your mind for a long time. Ari, drawn to how your clothes slipped from your skin and fell at his feet without a single word, groaned when he noticed the arousal staining through your underwear.

With each break of your mouth, you could hear his voice grow deeper. The tone, soon graveling from the roughness of his rapid breaths until his voice almost became a whisper. "What do you like?"

"L-Like?" You stuttered, his blue eyes falling into your gaze as his face drew closer to press kisses to your neck. "You're asking for preferences?"

"Yeah?" His response was breathy, your body shivering once more from the feeling of his words against the skin of your neck. "Do people even do that anymore?"

"You're taking requests?" The question sounded like a joke, a toothy smile overtaking his lips as he moved back into your view. "I just want you."

That smile, gleaming and wonderful in the sense that you had never seen something so genuine on someone who didn't seem to have the chance to smile too often. It made your heart skip a beat, your fingers gripping at the toned muscles of his arms to let him know you felt safe with a single pull back towards you.

"Truth be told—" The man's voice was back in your ears, voice wavering between the gravely tone and hushed whisper. "—I'd do anything to hear you say my name over and over again."

His thick thigh was pressed between your legs, holding himself up with the strength in his arms making you feel every vein along the limbs. It was intoxicating the way you felt his own body jerk from his words—watched his response to your taken back reaction be only to kiss you deeper than before.

The moment your fingers hooked into the hair at the back of his neck, you could hear him turning vocal. "Fuck—"

Your wetness had begun to spread along his thigh, his light motions as he pressed into you making his cock throb beneath his boxers and a hard breath be released. The man seemed untouched for too long, a single push of your thigh up into his crotch making his head fall down into your neck.

"This is too easy." You laughed, his laugh subtle but there.

"Is it?" The graveled tone of his voice turned even darker, the shiver running up your spine making you wiggle into him again. A hitched breath through his teeth made his pupils dilate, glowing in the dim light of the moon through the window above your bed.

In return of your motions, you felt the meat of his thigh connect with the wetness staining your underwear—a whine being tossed in the air from your gut as you felt him rush into you. Forceful pushes and presses, a surge for friction, and you soon heard the word slip from your mouth that he begged to hear.

"A-Ari—" It was just above a whisper, enough to have him stop in his tracks and breathe a shallow breath—to listen out for it again. "More. Please, more—"

You could feel his heartbeat against your own, soft kisses pressed into your skin and down your body until the fingertips of his index fingers hooked at the hem of your underwear and pulled the final article of clothing off your body. He watched as the wetness he created stuck between yourself and the fabric, heard you wince at the cold air hitting you—and enjoyed hearing the deep inhale you sucked in the second his fingers found you.

He barely had to press against you, his only purpose of the action being to collect your wetness onto his fingers until they were nearly soaked. You could smell sex in the air, watched as his boxers slipped down his thighs—all until you had full view of his long length. Hard, leaking precum, and now being lathered by your juices as he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself twice.

The moment the tip was at your entrance, your body soaking the top few inches of his dick enough to create a squelch as he pushed in—his eyes fluttered shut. You watched Ari's mouth fall open, face contorting in bliss with every short-lived push inside of your walls, and saw the lines along his lower body grow more dense as he thrusted once more to hit your hilt and bottom out in you.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, trying to hold on to let you adjust—but you had other ideas. With little room to move, you pulled from him and watched less than an inch come from between your bodies and into view.

"What are you—" His words halted, caught in his throat and overtaken by the deepest moan you had ever heard once he felt you tightened around him when his balls hit against your skin. You made short thrusts with what you could, enough to drive him crazy. And just as the entertainment peaked for you as you gushed cum all over his cock, you felt his fingernails scratch at your skin as he pressed you hard down into the mattress.

"You like playing, don't you, baby?" You could hear it in his harshened voice, the ignorance you had to think that you could play with him at a time like this. "Hmm?"

He was awaiting an answer, teeth sucking in his bottom lip and holding it there until it nearly turned white. But you stayed stern, wanted him to snap and use you the way you wished to be used.

And right then, he did. His hands fell at your hips, pulling his length out quickly just to thrust all the way back in at a painfully slow pace. It was nearly torture feeling his cock hit every spot inside of you that made your vision turned dazed, and yet it would only drag by it.

It was love making in some sorts, your legs soon finding hold around his waist and hooking at your ankles tighter when he bottomed out. But each time you attempted to hold him still, feel him deep within you to keep every vein and the light curve of his cock in your memory for good—he pulled back to slowly grind in once more.

"Ari—" This time your voice was turning hoarse, whining out his name in a way that made a smirk rise on the corner of his mouth. "Just—f-fuck me already."

The stutter in your voice, it was enough to make him catch himself right as he hit the middle of you and use force the rest of the way. A bundle of nerves deep within you was right where his tip hit, your tongue seeming to twist and tie on your words to leave you silent. As soon as his tip hit the opening of your hole, a rushing feeling of an orgasm from you was beginning to wash over—your hands grabbing at his broad shoulders to hold on for dear life.

"You like this?" His pace turned rapid, each word a thrust as deep into you as he could go until he wanted to pull out and do it all over again. "This is what you like?"

His teeth were barred, watching his cock slip easily from between your walls only to be held tight instantly when he felt your hips rush to meet his own. Hardly able to keep up, yours and his words seemed to swallow each other from his rough fucking.

"You like being fucked like a little toy, huh?" His tone turned smart, the exploitative position he had you in as he pounded into you making every sip of the alcohol you had earlier hit all at once. Drunk on Ari, drunk on his dick, and drunk on the way he spoke to you in this moment—you felt like you were losing your mind.

"Ari! Ari, Ari, A-Ari!"

There it was, the mantra he fucked you to hear. The moment his name left your lips the first time, you could see the vein in his forehead become more prominent. The focused man was losing himself to your hot walls, to your mixed cum that was stirred deep inside of you, and to the taste of your mouth as he kissed you deeply to swallow your sounds. Your rushed orgasm washed over you, body turning limp beneath him as you felt his cock twitch again and release himself so deep into you. You could feel his cum in your guts as he pulled out, tugging you into his chest when his back met the mattress.

Your breathing was fast, pattern almost erratic but the same as his. He could see the sweat along your temple, dripping down onto your shoulder—and he was smiling at how good he had done to tire you out. Even if your attempt for control had fallen short, you had caught his weakest points so easily.

But, for the first time in a long time, the side of the bed you wished to have his form laying on and keeping warm was finally occupied.

"A-Ari." Your voice was small in his ears  The man's rough fingers and hot skin playing with his own cum that leaked from within you as he smeared it against your thighs—listening to your words.

His voice matched your own whisper, hand taking hold of your own just as the alcohol you both drank began to burn off and sobriety took over. "Yes?"

It was there, that fragment of regret. The worry in his eyes had been there the entire time, his relishing love-making being a direct aspect of just what lingered in the front of his mind all afternoon and night.

"You know what today is, don't you?" His heartbeat made your own want to thump even harder, nearly matching as he finally spoke up about what he wanted to say before.

"It's your last night here at the resort, baby." His warmth, a void seeming to be filled—and it only took one sentence to solidify your futures and departure. "But I'm not saying goodbye."

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[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

This has most definitely been said before, but we were robbed of the core four quarantining on-screen together at Buck’s place. ROBBED I say

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

Dakota is your husband Chris’ assistant and she’s seen him doing some bad shit and flirting with many girls. Since she handles his schedule, she constantly has to lie to you and make up excuses just so Chris can meet with his multiple lovers. Things take a turn when Dakota realizes that the reason she hates Chris so much is because she’s in love with you and loathes seeing the awful things he does to you so she starts to mess with him on your behalf. Dakota wants to protect you so she comes up with a plan to tell you the truth but convince you to act like nothing’s wrong so you can both get back at Chris by ruining his life and taking all his money.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Went over to blea74s page and she did bad mouth you with capt about being awful kids //

Anon you are an awful kid! I didn’t see them saying about Books blog.

Thanks, N🫶nnie. For clarifying.

But again, so tired of all this back and forth. And I can't bring myself to care about what she and others did or didn't say.

Damned if I do, damned if I don't... Just wish it didn't come with drama...

[larryismybabyhoney]

My dream scenerio for temu past and bt Bones

[fandomfluffandfuck]

evanstan dads with a little romanian toddler who doesn’t quite grasp the different between the two languages he’s been taught. Sebastian’s heart breaks at how he cries at daycare because his teachers don’t understand him when he’s trying to tell them something. Chris just talks to his precious son, doing his best to calm him down. He takes Sebastian in his arms, a loving embrace as he lets his husband know he’s loved.

A little boy running around the house chasing Dodger, screaming with laughter and yelling “Puppy! Doggy! Vino aici!” and laughing even more when the dog gets in a playful stance, not understanding the kiddo and thinking it’s play time.

Kisses and giggles and messy lunches, both chicken nuggets and savarina covering the high chair that the little one is sat in.

THIS. IS. SO. SWEET.

Their tiny bilingual baby! Poor guy!

I can imagine such a little kid with that pure, chaotic, happy energy that's so common in kids, but also, that's so Sebastian.

Every time their son is bouncing off the walls, Chris gets so soft over him, wanting to sweep him up into a huge, cuddly bear hug because that's so much like Seb. Excitable and sweet. It reminds him so much of his husband, but it's not his husband. That's their kid.

God.

It breaks Chris into sappy bits.

This is so, so adorable! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts! <3

P.S. I think you'll like this older ask

[cartcop]

I love all the spec about the lightning storm but here’s the thing—

I really doubt they’d go full throttle into buddie right off the bat given how little they were focused on in 6a. I think it’d be jarring to head straight to revelations or veiled confessions after 9 episodes where they barely interact (and Buck hasn’t been in same room onscreen as Chris since 6x01). To me that doesn’t negate the possibility of phenomenal reactions from Eddie at Buck getting hurt, I just don’t think it would be the central storyline in the hurt!Buck arc right from the get go. Laying groundwork, sure, but my expectations for the first few episodes aren’t high for heavily romantically coded buddie content.

That being said, if there is a SINGLE domestic buddie scene in 6x10 before the injury I am getting in my clown car and driving it to clowntown.

[shadfanfic]

hey

It’s been forever since I posted something in hereee!! , omg i miss everyone! How are you!? I love you!, i know I stayed quiet for wayyy too long but i got a job and i got super busy with college shit and stuff, I’m getting back tho! I promise at anytime now i might just post all of the sudden!

-..

HOW IS EVERYONE!? If u have any questions I’m more than ready to answer please let’s chat! 🤍🤍

[wh4thefnk]

So in the space of less than 48 hours there’s been both AB and JA revealing they are or were recently in Bermuda, Chelsea doing the same thing, Tara (plus husbands) and a strong possibility that JA was also in Chelsea’s video, AB and Tara and Chelsea wearing the same diving gear; all this is to say it’s strongly giving they were on the same trip even though there doesn’t seem to be 100% proof.

Then on top of all that we have Nichelle liking another new AB post, Mark Kassen also liking the post, Jesal following JA and JA following Hollywood Reporter. Plus a sighting to Lonesome about CE and gang at a restaurant in Bermuda that Lonesome say they received 24 hours before Chelsea even posted her video (is this true?) Add in that AB seems to have ensured her left hand isn’t visible in many photos and it very much looks like this is all gearing up to a reveal of some kind (cough, engagement). Now I could totally be way off but if all this isn’t leading up to some kind of announcement or article or something I’ll be extremely pleasantly surprised because this is a hell of a lot of coincidences and smoke to me.

It is blatantly obvious what is going on; blatantly.

I’m not sure if there will be an engagement announcement or they will show up married eventually. It’s most likely heading somewhere around there tho in my opinion.

What’s clear as day and obvious is that no, this isn’t over, has not been anywhere over and there’s more to come; to many, including me, this isn’t surprising at all. It even feels redundant to say it.

[macverse]

Among other things, I have a Chris Evans-related reason as to why it's taken me forever to finish What You Can See Now

I play The Sims and some things happened to my sim of Chris. Short version? I accidentally have DILF Chris Evans in my game. Cuteness below the cut.

It's a good sim, right?! He was made by Galyhawhaw. I miss his tattoos though. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize he was missing the tattoos. I make tattoos for this game so I'm gonna see if I can fix that. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to search for pick of Chris shirtless. It's a hardship, hehe. I'm not in love with this hairstyle either but I'm a fan of long-hair era Chris. You know cause it's best for activities that require hands to grasp things with passion. [Pauses for emphasis and stares at reader knowingly] I was honestly trying to not have this happen. If you don't play this game, the player can control almost everything. Especially with customer content and modifications created by other players added in. When I first put him in the game, he adopted a child (there is a story progression system for households you might not be playing). I, unfortunately, returned the child because he has no kids in real life. I almost unbaby'd the baby but I felt bad. I know it's just pixels and code but I use my game for writing inspo. Not that I'm gonna write about this. No, no do not expect a story about the reader finding out she is pregnant. I'm not doing it, hahaha. There are so many already! This is basically a throwaway save but come on. Is cuuuuuuuute! If you want the full details, check out this post on my other page. I wrote that post with you all in mind but I wrote it as a sims player. If you have questions feel free to ask.

Bonus photos of sim Chris and Dodger.

[wanna-able]

Guanlin: Who is the biggest troublemaker in Wanna One?

Daniel: ...I don't know.

Woojin: I don't think there's a troublemaker in Wanna One.

Daniel: *nods*

[Later]

Guanlin: Minhyun, who is the biggest troublemaker in Wanna One?

Minhyun: Daniel and Woojin.

Guanlin: *raising an eyebrow* They didn't answer.

Minhyun: They didn't? ...That's because it's them.

[taeyongdoyoung]

hide and seek

summary: your best friend chan finds you've been fantasizing about him and decides to turn those ideas into reality... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: *cracks knuckles* cnc/primal play, wolf/bunny roleplay, mention of safewords, traffic lights system (yellow used), hide and seek, mentions of pee, chasing scenario, blowjob mouthfucking, hair-grabbing, degradation, leg cramping, knees hurting, kinda realistic, unprotected sex, missionary but he holds reader down, pet names, daddy kink (like once), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, discussion of future scenario 👀 author's note: this will be the first part in a series, i haven't decided yet how many parts, maybe three? stay tuned if you're interested 🤍 part two & part three word count: 2.5k

Chan simply asks you if he can use your laptop while you’re having a shower since his battery died and he really needs to check something work-related real quick. After doing so, he can’t help but notice the recently opened pages. He doesn’t mean to pry, really. But it’s right there. And a quick look into his best friend’s mind couldn’t hurt…could it?

He is immediately captivated by this story you’ve apparently written and keep hidden in the drafts of your blog. It’s so…sexy and unlike anything you’ve ever talked to him about.

“Dumb little bunny, thinking you can get away from me,” the big bad wolf growls in the bunny’s ear.

The bunny whimpers helplessly, trying to escape the wolf’s strong grasp but to no avail.

The wolf takes the bunny from behind mercilessly, biting her neck and using her to please his needs...

What comes at the end of the story is what shocks him the most.

“Chris, please…”

Huh? Which Chris? Chris Evans? Or maybe Hemsworth? As far as he remembers, you have always been more of a Sebastian Stan and Tom Hiddleston kinda girl but…people change, he supposes.

Until it hit him. His name is also Chris! And people do compare him to a wolf…But no, it couldn’t be…There is no way his best friend is writing stories fantasizing about him.

Unless…

He can’t imagine going on with his life without knowing the answer. So, Chan waits impatiently until you are done with your shower.

“Everything good with your work thing?” you ask him calmly once you return to your room.

“Yeah, all is good. But I found something way more interesting on your laptop,” Chan blurts out meaningfully.

The expression on your face is enough of an answer. You look completely mortified, like a true bunny that is waiting to be devoured.

“I forgot to clear my history, didn’t I?” you murmur even though you already know what Chan has seen.

“That story wasn’t about Chris Evans, was it?” Chan wants to know though he suspects what the truth is.

You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, which takes him by surprise. Gripping his hand tightly, you look so cute and pitiful. He wants to ruin you. Wait, when did those feelings show up?

“I know it was wrong, Channie, believe me. But I just couldn’t help myself, okay? Nothing else helps me get off but this fantasy. I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t end our friendship! You mean the world to me, I’m so so sorry!”

“End our friendship?” he is completely stunned by your train of thought. “Why would I? I mean, you never meant for me to see it, so I think it’s okay to have certain…fantasies. But now that I did see it, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you suggest.

“You’re right, we don’t have to talk about it. But how about I make those scenarios come to life?”

“Huh? You want to what now?” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“It can’t be satisfying, dealing with all these frustrations by yourself.”

“It really isn’t…” you confess.

“Then, let me take care of you. That’s what friends are for, right?” Chan chuckles.

“Let me get this straight, you wanna re-enact my freaky fantasies while still staying friends?”

“Um, sure, why not?”

You would be a fool to agree. This could mess up everything. But you would be an even bigger fool to reject his tempting offer.

“I’m in.”

“Great! Then, should we discuss boundaries and safewords and stuff?”

“No boundaries, no safewords, you can do whatever you like to me, I don’t care.”

“This isn’t right. What if I want to use a safeword?”

Oh. That thought never crossed your mind but perhaps it should have.

“How about this…if I want a scene to end, I’ll say red. I know you said you don’t need one, but just in case, feel free to use it. If we want to just pause for a bit, then yellow. Green is good to go. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, Chan. I mean, uhhh…do you want me call you something specific?”

“Whatever you like, babygirl,” he reassures you and pats your cheek. “Do you want to give this a try rightaway? Unless you’ve got other plans…”

“No way, let’s do this!” you practically jump at the opportunity.

“Alright. I’ll give you one minute to hide anywhere in this house. After that, I can do whatever I like to you.”

His words make you so thrilled that your heart threatens to escape from your chest because it’s beating louder than ever.

“If you find me,” you tease.

“Oh, I will,” Chan swears. “Now, run.”

You sprint out of your room and down the stairs, as he starts the countdown.

“Sixty…fifty-nine…”

Where should you hide? The living room doesn’t have any good hiding spots and neither does the kitchen. Under the table is too obvious. Your room would have been a good option but Chan is currently there, so it’s out of the question. The bathroom is right next to it, so once again, not a great idea. Then, it hits you. The basement! You don’t remember ever showing it to Chan so it will take him more time to think of it. You go through the door and run down another set of stairs leading to the basement. You see the perfect spot. A vintage wooden chest that just happens to be empty and is big enough to fit you if you squeeze in.

Okay, maybe not comfortable but you can survive in there for a couple of minutes. Once you’ve tucked yourself inside and closed the lid, you are suddenly hoping that Chan finds you quickly. Whatever he does to you can’t be worse than this tiny space. You didn’t know you had claustrophobia but in this very moment, you do. You can’t hear him from down here so you imagine he is looking through the other rooms first. After what feels like eternity, you finally hear steps. You are grateful that you recently peed before getting in the shower because the current situation would have undoubtedly made you wet your pants. As the steps approach, you begin to worry. What if it isn’t Chan? What if you’d forgotten to lock the door and now a complete stranger comes in to take advantage of you? No, these thoughts are irrational and make you want to use the bathroom. Ugh.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to come out and I’ll go easy on you.”

Chan’s voice both comforts you and freaks you out even more. You’re not coming out, alright. This spot was great! He can do whatever he wants to you.

“Three…two…one,” Chan finishes counting and opens the chest’s lid.

You look up at him, eyes blinking to adjust to the light. He pulls you out of it roughly.

“Last chance. Run.”

But then, you realize you were squeezed into that tiny space for so long that your leg had cramped up. You can’t possibly run right now.

“Um, sorry but yellow,” you feel like an idiot. You had said you don’t need a safeword and yet…

“What’s wrong?” Chan’s threatening gaze immediately softens and he rubs your elbow gently.

“I didn’t think I’d get a leg cramp in this freaking box,” you admit, ashamed of yourself as you shake your legs in an attempt to relax muscles.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Chan coos at you and helps you massage your leg. “Wanna call it a day?”

“Hell nah. Just, no more running, please.”

“Sure, that’s fine by me.”

“Sorry for ruining the mood.”

Chan shakes his head.

“You could never.”

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” you assure him.

“Scene?”

“Scene.”

“Did you really think you can escape me? Dumb little bunny…” Chan tsks at you and you feel your knees giving out. You need him so bad it’s not even funny anymore.

“Please, don’t hurt me, Mr. Wolf,” you plead with him even though every cell in your being would be glad to be on the receiving end of his anger.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that? You should’ve locked your door to keep me out.”

If you tell him that you want him inside would it be too out of character for a scared bunny?

“I’ll do anything,” you promise crying. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“You’ll do anything regardless,” Chan smirks devilishly and grabs your hair harshly, pushing you to your knees. With his free hand, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, wasting no time in pulling his cock out of his confines and stuffing your mouth full.

Fuck, your knees already hurt, probably because of that stupid chest but you choose to ignore the discomfort for now because this feeling of being dominated like that is too good to let go of.

“That’s it, take it like the useless cumslut you are,” Chan speaks degradingly but you’ve never been wetter before.

You wish you could say you are doing your best to give him a blowjob but the truth is you are not doing much, his hips thrusting forward aggressively, his hands gripping your hair. Your mouth is nothing but a cumdump for him. Your eyes are watering, vision is blurred. Your throat hurts too but it is nothing compared to the burning feeling in your knee. It is in that moment you realize that you didn’t discuss a signal for a situation where you can’t speak. You rack your brain for an alternative and remember that some subs opt for pinching their dom’s skin in an attempt to communicate discomfort. You really don’t want this to end but…

As you are overthinking this, you realize Chan’s already released his seed inside of your mouth and you are left with no choice but to swallow it up like the greedy cumwhore you are. Only for him, though.

His cock softens in his mouth but he doesn’t immediately pull out and only then, do you remember what you’ve been about to do.

You pinch his thigh lightly, looking up with moist, pleading eyes.

“What is it, darling?” Chan needs to know, taking a step back.

“Help me stand, please,” your voice is hoarse.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he grips your hands and leads you to sit for a while on the stupid chest responsible for your current pain. Okay, maybe, you brought this upon yourself but whatever.

“No, you were perfect, it’s just that my knees hurt. Fucking dumb wooden thing,” you grunt in frustration, punching it with your tiny fist.

Chan chuckles and strokes your hair comfortingly in complete contrast to how he was pulling it mere seconds ago. Then, he pulls you into his arms for a sweet hug.

“Sorry…I’m killing the mood again, aren’t I?” you pout.

“Not at all. Remember you’re in charge of whatever happens between us. You wanna pause, we pause. You wanna stop, we stop. I would hate myself if this doesn’t feel as good for you as it does for me.

“You feel good?”

“Are you kidding? Do you think I’d offer just anyone to fulfil their fantasies hidden in their drafts?” Chan laughs fondly.

“I’m glad you think so,” you smile at him gratefully. “I’m better now so if you’re still on board, we can continue.”

“I’m on board but let me come up with a new plan. I was thinking of fucking you doggy style but now that’s out of the question with your knee situation.”

Hearing him speak out loud what he was planning to do to you sends shivers down your spine. Damn it, maybe you should have just hidden under the table.

“How do you feel about missionary?” Chan inquires.

“Wouldn’t it be too intimate for the kind of scenario we’re doing?” you are doubtful.

“Not if I hold you down,” Chan murmurs smugly.

“Oh. Well, then…like I said, you can do whatever you like.”

“Action?”

“Action,” you confirm.

Chan wastes no time in pulling you up from your sitting position and pushing you down on the cold floor. He’s holding your wrists with one hand and undressing you with the other. Scratch that. He’s tearing your dress apart. It was never one of your faves.

“W-what are you d-doing?” you mewl at him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chan commands.

He doesn’t bother with stretching you out because he sees you’re already soaking wet for him. Instead, he forces his thick cock inside of your tiny pussy.

Only this time, your screams are real and you’re not at all pretending.

“T-too b-big, it h-hurts,” you cry out.

“You can take it, bunny,” Chan says confidently.

You know that you can put an end to this with one simple word but damn, does it feel incredible to be stuffed full by your best friend’s large manhood.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear. “This’ll feel so much better if you relax f’me.”

You’re trying, really. But it’s too much you feel like he’ll split you in half. Okay, maybe not a bad way to go but still.

“D-daddy, it h-hurts so m-much,” you slur mindlessly.

Wait, what did you just say?

“Daddy, huh? Easy, babybun, your wolf dad’s gonna take good care of you, I promise,” Chan’s words send you into overdrive and you come around his cock, your thighs are shaking and you’re arching your back. You can’t think anymore, you just need to be with him stuck in this moment forever. Soon enough, he releases his cum inside of your pussy.

You want to beg him to stay there for a while but you are too weak to speak.

Instead, Chan uses his fingers to push back the cum inside of your tiny pussy.

“Gotta make it stick. Will my bunny have my wolf puppies, huh?”

Oh? So, he’s that kind of guy. Well, you can’t say you mind...Besides, you’ve talked about this before and you’re on the pill so whatever he says is just for the sake of the scenario. Right?

“Was this okay?” Chan intends to find out and judging by his soft tone that is just begging to be praised you can tell that the scene is over.

“You did amazing, Chris,” you sigh wistfully and kiss his cheek.

“Better than your fantasies?”

“You have no idea.”

“So…when can we do something like this again?”

“Gee, let me have some water, at least,” you joke but your best friend (?) takes it literally and scoops you up in his arms, heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To get you water, of course. And have a bath. And then to bed.”

Fuck. Maybe staying friends will be more complicated than you initially thought.

Once you’ve both been hydrated, washed up and dried out, you are cuddled in your bed, sharing snacks.

“Do you want to try something more extreme next week?” Chan asks casually. As if what you just did wasn’t already pretty intense.

“Um, sure? What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Kind of an outside setting. It will take some planning to make sure there aren’t other people but…it just came to mind while we were in the basement.”

“Tell me more about it,” you blink curioisly and put your hand on top of his.”

“So…how do you feel about being chased in a forest?”

To be continued…

[kinardsboy]

This has been sitting on my mind a lot lately but it seems extra relevant now with the way Tommy and by extension Lou has been criticized for acting “too gay” in ep 5. And while yes, I will agree Tommy acted slightly different in ep 5, it has absolutely everything to do with Lou’s incredible acting choices to play Tommy differently when he is around people he deems as “safe” which is much better explained in this amazing post here <-

All these complains are doing is just yet again exposing buddies as homophobes who are, at the end of the day. Uncomfortable with real queerness being shown infront of them. Of course we already knew this with how they react to Buck and Tommy kissing and god forbid flirting especially if it has sexual implications like the daddy kink scene.

They can’t possibly fathom their precious uwu baby Buck would be sexual with another man so they spin and twist it however they can to make it out to be, “NO! You see! Tommy started the flirting! Tommy is just an insatiable horny gay man! He only wants sex! Like most of them do!”

Which is again spewing homophobic rhetoric, who wouldve guessed thats what they immediately turn to?

I now have something probably controversial to say but oh well, im going to say it anyway.

A good many of these shippers would be deeply uncomfortable with Buddie actually becoming canon, because they would be nothing like their fanfic. They don’t want to see two men in a relationship, they want to see Eddie in a relationship with the character they project themselves onto.

There are so many examples of this but perhaps the biggest being the way Buck is made out to be the “woman” in the relationship and especially how he is made to be the “mom”

Buck and Tommy’s relationship 1st does not have any children involved so there are no gendered roles to be assigned (even though if there was.. theyd just both be a dad), they are both beefy and the same height, which is what people usually use to decide “top” and “bottom” but again since there is little physical difference between them, they cannot do this, which only adds to their uncomfortableness.

Furthermore, I would go as far to say that Buddie shippers dont actually like Buck.

A while back a shipper posted this analysis of Buddie, that essentially reduces Buck to a dog. A pet. Only to be let out of the bedroom to cook and take care of Chris, otherwise he’s meant only for Eddie’s pleasure.

Which, disgusting. But the thing that stood out most to me was how Tommy was criticized for

letting Buck be himself. For accepting and loving him flaws and all. For not trying to change anything, or “train” the bad out of him

While Eddie was the “trainer” in that scenario, that had to train the bad out of Buck in order for him to be acceptable.

And thats the funny thing isnt it? Buddie shippers have to completely warp and destroy Buck’s character to make him fit their mold of perfect partner for Eddie. They make him out to be this helpless person who can’t even tell Tommy he doesnt want to be called Evan, that needs rescuing from Tommy, that is a “mother figure” to Chris, that his “dream role” would be live in chef and maid for the diaz family..

When none of that is Buck.

Buck is a smart, independent and strong man. He has worked tirelessly on himself to know who he is and what he wants, which right now? Is with Tommy.

Bringing it back to my main point, their complaints of Tommy being more gay and Bucktommy intimacy ultimately just boil down to homophobia plain and simple, seeing real queer representation and not representation that they can specifically twist and cater to themselves through fic, headcanons or gifs, makes them uncomfortable

(could this be why so many of them ignore shows with canon m/m ships for favor of shows with fanon ones that will never actually happen? So they can make these demands for representation then shit on it as soon as they get it because its not fanfic? Its not their fetish specifically catered to them? It actually represents real life queer men who they don’t actually like?)

[bookishtheaterlover7]

All I got is if she’s not at the VF Oscar party and he is, that’s all I need to know. Chris is A list regardless of how people want to act about it. Those are top tier celebs so I hope this mess doesn’t go that far to have her around actual a listers. I be damned if she’s in the same room as Beyoncé and Danny Glover. 😠

Just think of the best case scenario, where she's not there, An🫶n. It helps. 😁

[loucifersbitch]

It was a fight that started it. A really stupid fight, if he's honest. He doesn't remember how it started or many details, but he remembers the gut punch of Evan walking out the door. He remembers the silence ringing in his ears after the door closed. He remembers the feeling of his heart pounding throughout his body, beating out of sync with its normal rhythm.

“I can handle this on my own!”

“But you don't have to, Tommy. I'm here. Let me be involved. Let me support you!”

“You don't need to -”

“Dammit, Tommy, I want to!”

“Why?!”

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

And then Evan had silently turned, grabbed his keys off the hook on the wall and walked out without another word.

Tommy had stood in his kitchen for a long while, frozen, unable to process what Evan had said or really any of what had happened. His phone ringing on the table is what finally pulled him out of it. He picked it up and answered without looking at the caller id.

“Hello?”

“Tommy?” a soft voice responded. “What's wrong?”

“Chris?” Tommy's brain flipped a switch and he went into first responder mode at the thickness of Chris's voice. He sounded like he'd been crying. “I'm fine. What's up? Is everything okay with you?”

It took Chris a moment to answer, and Tommy was already running through scenarios of what might be wrong and what he could do to fix it from 800 miles away. Hell, he'd commandeer another helicopter and go to the kid himself if that's what he needed, consequences be damned.

“I had another fight with Dad,” Chris said. “I was gonna call Buck, but his phone's off.”

That sent a pang through Tommy's chest. Evan didn't want to be reached. Probably least of all by Tommy himself.

One crisis at a time, Kinard.

“I'm so sorry, Chris. What can I do?”

There was another pause. It lasted long enough that Tommy actually checked to make sure the call hadn't dropped.

“Come get me?”

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