#christopher robert evans

[moonlight-ee]

That’s America’s ass!

[fanofseabassanddorito]

Dear Chris Evans,

I’ve waited and watched. I’ve gone back and forth with Real vs PR. I’m just a fan, of your work, but I also because of what you seemed to stand for and acted like a real person. I think I’m done now.

There has been questionable ‘sightings’ even though you claim to want to be private. Your friends and hers have posted the two of you. You have posted her twice yourself. But then you seem to hide her. That isn’t a good look. If you are in love with someone, you don’t hide them because you want to be private yet leak photos and hints to keep your fans spiraling when you know how some can be.

We all know celebrities use social media for what they WANT fans to see. Why? Because they want privacy, as they should, to separate their work world from real life. I completely agree with doing so, BUT I don’t agree with going back and forth. You owe fans nothing except maybe the respect that goes both ways. After all, your fans have been the reason you have your paychecks. I think we deserve a little bit of respect not to be played by what you say in interviews vs. what you show yourself to be through your actions.

There are so many examples of couples being private but NOT hiding significant others like they are embarrassed to be seen. A real private couple does things together but do not post montages on their socials, like scare videos and couples pictures. People do not call paparazzi unless they want to be seen. A real private couple does still go to things together, they don’t hide but they don’t bring attention to themselves. Real private couples do not let things drop during a special date for something else. One example, the NYC pap walk on the day that Warrior Nun season 2 dropped right after SMA.

Tabloids run on things they are given. There have been more articles about you and this girl than Harry and Meghan, Jennifer and Ben, etc., etc., etc. your reps have never confirmed anything. IMDb does not list her as your wife. Your mother liked a tweet about the girl being racist.

I had no issues at first, thinking you wanted privacy, which I thought was a great idea, given your fandom. I gave you the benefit of the doubt for a good while. But then it seemed like her friends and yours, her mom, along with the likes on IG, proved this isn’t private. Certain social media sites have been the only ones to randomly get these pictures that are nowhere to be found. It’s only a few, and they usually come at specific times when there is doubt. Friends posted from Lisbon, Avengers in MA, and the wedding rumors began. I’m sorry, but when there is an NDA, then the wedding news should not have leaked because the NDA would cover that. And if you have to ask people to turn in their phones to attend, that’s rude and you’ve invited people you don’t trust.

Showing up to a convention, with a ring on but you can’t say her name. Just ‘Go Portugal!’ And then go on about Dodger.

Let’s not even get into photoshopped or not photoshopped because I don’t even know anymore.

I could go on and on but it saddens me. I cannot be a fan of someone just because of their projects, and that’s just me. I have kept quiet, because it’s none of my business what you do with your life. What is my business though, is who I give my hard earned money to. Barely getting by on what I make, medications and food for my kids continue to rise in cost, but they also enjoy Captain America because he seemed like a good guy in real life too. Now they come to me with things they’ve seen online like Captain America’s new wife nude in the shower. They have seen people posting about her friends and their previous tweets, and things they’ve said. Why? Because you have played games with your fandom and they got pissed and exposed things. Let’s be honest, kids get online and see things even if they aren’t supposed to. Luckily they didn’t see your ‘slip’ up, because your fans cleaned that for you quickly, but the shower pictures continue to be passed around. They also said in some of the pictures they saw you post that they thought you had a daughter but found out it was your girlfriend.

I would make sure you don’t have any more slip ups because I feel like your fans are limited at this point. The ones that see your work the day it comes out. That’s one reason why Ghosted flopped. Before this, your fans would have said you did wonderful even if you didn’t.

After the new picture of the two of you at the Globes after party, I CHOOSE to not be a fan and hand you my money. I know it isn’t much, but I will choose to spend it on a different movie or person at a convention. Maybe I just won’t have a favorite anymore because it seems like a lot just tell fans what they want to hear.

I don’t know if it’s Real or PR and don’t care but it’s the game you seem to be playing that I don’t like. I don’t care what people think of my opinion and have not posted anything about a side. I just know you look like such a hypocrite and lose fans by the hour now. So many blogs and pages that are team PR or Team Real and they argue over who is right and wrong, because you and everyone around you are playing with them. You are using them for free publicity and that is sickening. I didn’t believe it was happening and you were just trying to protect your love life. But, eventually, it was just so obvious with the tiniest bit of things creeping in on the same sites and coincidences on dates. Mostly, I just don’t want to watch all the drama that has become part of being your fan. I like to escape the real world by looking at my favorite celebrities and what they are up to or their movies etc. I don’t want to see the gross mess you have become. She looks like your daughter, so I choose to leave. You don’t know me or care because I’m just one fan, but I do know who you want people to see you as now and I don’t like this version. Be private or just don’t hide. Look happy, not miserable. Treat her like your love and wife, because I would never allow my boyfriend/husband treat me the way it appears you are treating her. To the public, she looks like a mail order bride that jumps as soon as you tell her too. It’s gross.

So, it’s been a long, fun ride being your fan until now. Enjoy traveling back and forth and wear sunscreen to the beach, because boy are you white. Research the word ‘privacy’ and maybe get those NDA’s to the people leaking things if you want privacy or take their phones from them when they are in your proximity. Invest in energy drinks next, she’s a lot younger and likes to travel and have sex (maybe check out her soft porn). Let Buddah know she did a film with a demon having sex with her. Maybe purchase a plane and get a pilots license, because older dogs don’t travel as well as they age and that’s a long ride to Portugal. Remind your wife to keep her clothes on and keep your 🍆 in your pants because I think Team Real is even over this mess and don’t want to see it. Thanks for the laughs and smiles over the years. I wish you luck and hope you’re happier than you actually look.

Sincerely,

An Ex-Fan of Christopher Robert Evans

[barnesboo1967]

Good ol’ fashion lover boy

[k-evans-reads]

The Spare Masterlist

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

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

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

Intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter Four

Extras:

Rosie Asks

[waltermis]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAP!!!

100+ of years has never looked better on you!

[afictionalwhor3]

Daddy's Little Girl

A/N: Ik this isn't top gun but I was looking through my drafts and thought this was the cutest ever so I decided to post :)

Warnings: Reader and Chris get into a little argument and Chris is a little sad but other than that fluff.

Mob!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Reader

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You missed the days when all Bella could do was babble incoherently in your and Chris' arms. She had recently turned four and you felt like time was going so fast. Too fast. She was more talkative than ever and just as curious. She was always asking questions and learning new words. Bella's new favorite pastime has become interrupting Chris when he has meetings at home.

Since before Bella was born, you knew she was going to be a daddy's girl. Chris has been promising her the world since the day you two found out you were pregnant. If it wasn't for you, she would probably already have an island named after her and a pony. The man could run all of Boston and more, but when his little girl wanted ice cream for breakfast, she got ice cream for breakfast.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't tell his little girl no. Even when she would come and interrupt his meetings. He didn't have the heart to look into her eyes that reflected yours and say no. Time was always going by so quick and sooner than he'd like to. There's going to be a time when she doesn't come running to him, so while he still can he will always welcome her with open arms. You know how serious Chris' meetings can get, and because he can't say no, you do your best to keep her as far from his office as possible.

Chris was having one of his most intense meetings yet. He had told you of some of the problems they were having with shipping. Product was going "missing", getting stolen on routes, and mysteriously "disappearing". They had been going at it since dawn so you have done your very best to keep Bella distracted all day. You took her to the park this morning, then to your get nails done, then ice cream, until she started to get tired and you had to come home.

After her nap, you had to come up with new distractions. It started with dinner and then watching TV together, and now you and Bella are playing dolls together in her playroom. You had reservations about leaving her alone, but you really needed to pee. It was only thirty seconds. You could leave her alone for thirty seconds, but you knew you'd have to be quick.

"I gotta run to the bathroom Bella. Stay here, don't move" You say and Bella doesn't pay you any mind as she continues to play with her dolls. "Bella Grace look at me," You say and she finally looks you in the eye "Do not leave this room okay?" You say looking at her pointedly as you stand up.

"Yes mama" She says then goes back to playing. You take another look at her before quickly making your way to the bathroom.

All Bella had to do was wait for the bathroom door to click and she bolted out the door. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible while she quickly sprinted to her dad's office. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen him all day.

"I don't give a shit about that Grillo! Where the fuck is my product?! It doesn't magically go missing!" Chris says standing up and slamming his hands down on his mahogany wood desk. Grillo was in charge of all the shipping and exports. At this point, Chris was fed up with his b.s excuses. He and his top men had been at this since the sun came up. He hasn't eaten, or seen his wife or his little girl all day and the best they could give him was excuses? Unacceptable.

"Maybe you should calm do-" Anthony starts to say before Chris cuts him off. He could feel the vein sticking out of his neck

"You want me to calm down? We've been going at this all fucking day and we aren't any step closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on! One of our most profitable forms of revenue is falling to pieces! All of you are lucky I don't fucking fire you! I pay you all for what?! So you can sit here and waste my fu-" and it's Chris' turn to stop when he sees the door start to open. He figures it's you and now he gets worried because he knows you would only come in if it was an emergency.

Chris' team looks at the door expectantly when all they hear are giggles. Chris lets out a breath and tries to hide a smile as Bella's curly hair comes into view. Chris hears her laugh and her little footsteps as she runs around the expensive leather furniture to her dad. Chris picks her right up and kisses her forehead while she smiles like it's Christmas morning. Bella lays her on his shoulder pushing her hair out of her face and Chris can't help the own smile that takes over his face. He's spent quite literally all day pissed off and in a bad mood, so seeing one of his favorite girls is definitely already making him feel better.

"Where's mama baby?" Chris asks kissing her forehead. Any rage Chris might've been feeling suddenly dissipated while the most trusted members of the Evans family mob watched on. Almost all of them were used to the soft side of Chris that he reserved for you and his little girl.

"Bathroom. I escaped" She says giggling and Chris sighs just as you come through the door. You look around and Chris can see the worried look on your face.

"It's okay y/n. I got her," Chris says as you see Bella resting in his arms. You walk over and place your hands on your hips.

"Bella Grace I thought I told you to stay put. You can't keep disturbing your dad while he's working." You say putting your hands on your hips.

"It's okay y/n. She came in at the perfect time" Chris says looking at you. You hated when he undermined you like this, but you knew this was not the time or place to bring this up. "Meeting over. All of you get the hell out of here and find the answers I want," Chris says as everyone gets up to walk out. Anthony and Sebastian hang back to briefly talk to Chris and say hello to the two of you. After a few minutes however, they join the crowd and leave. When you look at Bella again she is on the verge of sleeping when Chris says,

"Go lay down. I'll put her in her bed for the night. I'll meet you in the room in a minute" He says kissing you softly before you pull away and make your way to the room. Chris can tell you're pissed at him but for now, focuses his attention on getting Bella in her pj's and in bed.

Getting back to yours and Chris' shared room you fall on the bed suddenly realizing how tired your are. The plush of the comforter welcoming you in. Keeping a wild four year old entertained all day was a lot harder than people sold it out to be. You could feel your eyes starting to drift closed when you hear Chris walk into the room.

"Hey I'm sure you're pissed I didn't do anything about her coming in the room but y/n I really can't say no to her. And she really did come in at a good time because I swear I was about to blow a gasket." Chris says coming to stand in front of you so you sit up.

"That's great Chris but you know I hate when you undermine me like that. Not only in front of the guys, but in front of Bella. It teaches her that she doesn't have to listen to me or anyone because you are always gonna be there to bail her out. I love your relationship with her I really do but it's unfair that I constantly have to be painted as the bad guy when I try to introduce any form of discipline," You express to Chris trying your best not to turn this into a screaming match. Chris gets down on one knee so he's eye level with you.

"I'm sorry y/n I really am. It is never my intention to undermine you I swear to that. It's just when I look at her I see so much of you. It's not an excuse but I can't tell you no either, I never could and I never will. And with Bella, she's only gonna be this small for so long. I can't even believe she's already four. Eventually there's gonna be a point where she doesn't run to me. Where she won't care enough to interrupt my meetings or she'll get too big to jump in my arms. I think I'm so scared for that day I don't want her to have any reason to start any sooner." Chris says looking at you his blue eyes slightly glossy as he looks at you and you sigh. You pull him into you and he wraps his arms around your frame and rests his head on your chest. You use one hand to play in his hair,

"I'm sorry Chris. I honestly never it saw it from your point of view. And I don't want you to think I'm mad at you either, it's just I don't want to be seen as the bad guy all the time cause I'm tryna prepare her for the world. I know you're scared about her outgrowing you but I promise she won't Chris. No matter how old or big she gets, she will always be daddy's little girl. And whenever she needs advice you will always be one of the first people she runs to. I can promise you that Chris," You say as Chris looks up at you. You press a soft kiss to his lips,

"Thank you y/n I really needed to hear that. And I promise to do my best to start trying to enforce rules with her as well. I promise." He says and you smile giving him another kiss.

"Thank you baby. Now when was the last time you ate? It's late and I need to make sure you get something in your system" You say looking at him curiously. Chris picks you up forcing you wrap your legs around his waist and gasp.

"I got a perfect meal right here," He says making you giggle as he lays you higher on the bed and spends a better part of the night pleasuring your body. While you lay soundly asleep on his chest he already has plans in motion for the cook to make all your and Bella'a favorite breakfast foods. Because at the end of the day, he wanted nothing but the best for his two favorite girls.

[peachesandcreames]

One of These Men is The Sexiest Man Alive and the other is Chris Evans 😍 🥵 🔥

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

pairings: chris evans x vet!reader

warnings: a whole bunch of fluff

summary: an ordinary day at the shelter turns into something... unexpected

a/n: trust chris to get me out of writers block. also holy fuck that outfit has a fucking chokehold on me ithinkiforgothowtobreathelohmygod

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You weren't told about this. Well... you were told someone was coming in for a collaborative video linked to the dogs... but you definitely weren't expecting this.

Chris-fucking-Evans.

You watched as he walked in, his broad figure hugged by a too-tight shirt, a small chain peeking through the collar, his hair messy under his cap and his blue eyes sparkling through his glasses. A large grin adored his face as he clapped his hands excitedly. You couldn't help discretely looking him up and down and your thoughts took over, momentarily distracting you. You took a deep breath and walked into your treatment room.

You were the resident vet at the shelter, looking after all the dogs that were brought in. You loved your job, being able to hang out with the dogs all day, it was both fun and rewarding. You knew them all at this point and made it your habit to see all of them first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

You had actually adopted your pup, Buzz, from the shelter, a beautiful baby chocolate lab. To be fair, you would've gladly adopted them all if your landlord hadn't forbade you and you had enough money and space. Now you just brought him into work, letting him run around and socialise as you did your thing.

You were doing a checkup on a dalmatian that had been brought in the week before when the camera crew came in, Chris-fucking-Evans tailing along behind them with a large smile. You momentarily paused, your eyes widening slightly before you put on a smile and made more room. You introduced yourself and the dog, Coco and they asked you a couple questions then let you work, filming you doing the checkup. Chris stood to the side watching intently as you worked with the dalmatian, wearing the scrubs and gloves you had leant him. You were glad Coco was calm throughout the checkup, not getting spooked by the amount of people in the room.

You smiled as you deemed everything fine with her and stepped aside as Chris came forward to give her a treat. Your heart almost burst when you saw how soft he was with her, raising his voice a couple octaves higher as he pet her gently. Once your piece was over, the crew left as you got ready to take Coco back to her room. You clipped on the leash as you looked for anything you had maybe left, when you saw Chris standing by your equipment, a smile still on his face.

"Hi?"

"Uh hey! Hey. I'm Chris." He looked at you and stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake. You took his hand in yours as you smiled shyly.

"Yeah, I know. It's really nice to meet you sir."

Chris gave out a breathy laugh as his cheeks became dusted with a slight pink.

"Please no need for that, just call me Chris."

"Okay... Chris. Was there anything you needed?"

"Nah, I just wanted to say that's it's great y'know... what you do for the dogs here."

Your cheeks heated at the compliment as you smiled wider.

"Thank you! But honestly, it's not much. I love what I do."

"Still, it's exceptional.... hey... i was wondering if you're free after this?"

You froze slightly as your eyes widened a fraction. Your jaw almost dropped as you took in the man in front of you. He couldn't possibly want to go out with you..? You mentally shook the thought off and heat rose to your cheeks as you realise you kept him waiting.

"Y-yep! I'm free."

"Great! What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll be waiting..."

He winked and walked out of the room, leaving you slightly flustered and confused, but it a good way. And you couldn't help thinking that was something... unexpected.

*********************************************************************** first time writing in a long time, guys. don't judge lol x

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[daddytonysgirl17]

I have no idea who made this. But I'm thankful, from the deep of my heart 😍! Steve&Tony ❤️‍🔥

[misscherry-26]

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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The hold this man has on me-

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Christopher Robert Evans

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Kinktober day 20: Degradation

Moodboard. Chris Evans

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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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WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

“Stop stop stop!” 

“What? you said add flour!” 

“I said add a cup not the whole container.” 

“Oooh shit sorry baby.” He smiled at you sheepishly, flour now covering the counter and Chris’s shirt and hands. 

“Gosh now I’m all dirty.” He said in a sarcastic annoyance. He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his intricate tattoos all over his torso. He sighed as he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the counter. 

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of him but trying to resist his clear attempt at turning you on. “We are making cookies Christopher.” 

“They’re not going anywhere.” He closed the space between you, mouth going to your shoulder and trailing up to your jaw with sloppy kisses “I can name something that would taste much sweeter.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he pulled your arms apart and placed them on his shoulders, eager for you to hold him close.

His hands went down to your waist, inching under your ass, squeezing as his pulled you on top of the counter.

“Let’s make this more even shall we.” He slipped your knit dress off your body, your tits bounced free with the final pull of the fabric over your head. 

“Tsk tsk no panties, naughty girl.” Chris crouched down in front of you placing soft kisses on your thighs, forcing your legs open by your knees.

Immediately sliding his tongue up and down your slit. 

“Chris baby don’t tease.” You begged 

“As you wish cookie.” He smirked up at you

His beard tickled your inner thighs as his tongue explored the hole within your folds. Sucking lightly with his lips on your swollen clit. He lapped up the juices of arousal flowing out of you, slurping them up and spitting them back, getting you wet and excited. Your hand fell to his head, pushing him closer to your core as you moaned his name, in a singular motion he moved you closer to the edge. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving himself up to be level with you. 

His fingers thrusted inside of you vigorously.

“Open your eyes baby” he cooed. Your mouth latched onto him as he swallowed your moans, warm liquid shot onto his hands and fell to the floor with a splash as you squirted in ecstasy, eyes bulging and your mouth agape, holding onto Chris’s shoulders for support as your body threatens to fall back in pleasure.

“I got you baby, good girl, cum on my fingers baby, God… that’s so hot baby.” He slowed down the motion of his fingers, pulling out slowly.

“You ready or you need a minute baby?” Chris looked at your eyes, care across his face. 

“I want you now.” You pulled his mouth onto yours by his chin

He chuckled into your kiss, loving your eagerness.

He pulled down his sweats, pumping himself a little as he positioned his rock hard cock at your entrance.

You watched as the veins in his hands flexed, resting your forehead on his as you both watched the repetitive motion. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation of his girth.

He ran it tauntingly between your folds, you groaned at the sudden touch on your sensitive clit. 

“Beg for it.” His eyes darkened as he purred at you.

“Please baby, I need it.”

“What do you need sweetheart, use your words.”

“Daddy’s cock in me.”

“Hmmm good girl.” With that he slipped his whole size into you. You gasped at the sudden contact as his tip brushed your cervix. 

He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he started to move agonisingly slow, in and out, this time avoiding going too far before he met your gspot.

“Chris please fuck me baby.” 

“Because you asked so nicely.” He pushed you back slightly, you laid your back on the cool marble tiles as Chris pulled your legs up over his shoulders, exposing you both to a whole new angle. His fingers bruising into your fleshy thighs, holding you steady as he aggressively thrusted in and out. You were a moaning mess of “yes” and “don’t stop” as Chris grunted with every harsh thrust against your core. The quick pace put constant friction against your sensitive core, not allowing it a moment that wasn’t free from intense pleasure. 

“Oh god baby I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too don’t stop.” You cried.

He pulled you back up closer to him, wanting your hot skin against his chest, as your hard nipples pressed against his pecks, your tits bouncing up and down vigorously with the sudden thrusts. 

 Your nails digged into his back, scratching red lines into his skin. You grabbed onto his ass to pull him in closer, wanting him to release deeply into you.

With a final thrust, you both cum in unison. Panting as you caught your breathe after the intense session of passionate lovemaking. 

You threw your head back with a deep sigh

“God, now I really want a cookie.” You looked at Chris, exhausted, puppy dog eyes staring at his content smirk. 

Chris roared with laughter

“Fuck it I’ll buy you whatever cookies you want just come shower with me.” As he lifted you up towards the bathroom.