#friends with benefits romance

[cevansbrat0007]

@whore-for-chris-evans - So glad you enjoyed! And thanks for reading and reblogging!

Off Limits

Summary: You decide that it’s finally time to end your friends with benefits arrangement with Chris. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take the news as well as you’d hoped. Read the Sequel

Chris Evans x Famous Black!Reader

*Warnings: Jealous Chris Evans, Smut, Toxic Chris Evans, Friends with Benefits, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Oral (f receiving), Manhandling, Unprotected Sex (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: ’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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4:00am

This was the last fucking time.

You cautiously crack open the door and peek around the corner. Technically, it was too early for anyone to be awake just yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After confirming that the coast is clear you stealthily make your way back to your own hotel room. 

You press the keycard against the sensor before darting inside. The door swings shut behind you, and then you make the mistake of looking down at your feet, frowning at the sight of your bare toes. 

Goddamnit, you’d forgotten to grab your fucking shoes! 

Pissed at yourself, you fling your body onto the bed and proceed to stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up. 

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[youneedsomeprompts]

~ MORE THAN FRIENDS ~ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

secret eye contact when others are around

having a long history of being best friends

having certain things that trigger the romantic side of their relationship

being 'just' friendly most of the time until it culminates into a steamy romance session every so often

*heavily breathing* "But we're just friends, right?"

not telling their other friends because they don't want destroy the harmony of their friend group

staying behind purposefully to have one-on-one time with the other

"Do you think they can tell?" "No. Why would they? We're being totally normal." (bonus: they're not being normal at all)

making promises about their friendship but not about their romance

"Of course, I'll be there for you forever!" "As a friend?" "Yes, as a friend."

struggling to explain their relationship to others

"No! We're NOT dating!"

feeling like only the other understands every aspect of them

avoiding to think about the future

valuing their friendship too high to risk it for a serious relationship

"Do you ever wish for something else?" "No, it's perfect."

never having been on a date together but knowing each other inside out

"I love you. As a friend!"

^^ in response: *mockingly* "Yeah. Or are you falling for me?"

being scared to make the next move because everything is fine the way it is

[kwillow]

As an eligible young noble of no small fame, Ambroys had a number of arranged courtships and suitresses in his youth, but any nascent marriages always fell through.

It's not that he didn't try; he certainly knew how to court a lady (perhaps too well, according to many fathers and husbands), and when he lacked knowledge on the affairs of womens' hearts, he sought counsel from a young woman who was a dear friend of his (perhaps too much counsel, according to his own father). Nonetheless, all he garnered for his efforts was separation after separation.

Ah, well. Maybe it was for the best.

[fucknugg3t]

Ok now someone make a fwb Elliott mod

fuck it man I’m not leaving this in tags youre going to hear me because I’m CORRECT

[miakate-writes]

academic rivals who make out between classes for “morale” reasons

[sinfullyrosey]

Kissing the Homies 0 ft Apart ‘cause They’re All Gay

[Ace & You are spying on Deuce]

Y/N: Target locked.

Ace: Commence strike.

[Both charge at Deuce]

Deuce: Wah-?!

Ace, gets behind Deuce and restrains his arms: Target acquired!

Y/N, grabs both of his cheeks: Initiating attack! *plants a big ‘ol kiss right on Deuce’s lips*

Deuce, dazed and flustered: ?!?!

Ace, turns Deuce around: *plants his own kiss onto his lips*

[Ace and You makeout kiss while Deuce tries to gather his bearings]

Grim, in the background: Really? In front of my tuna?!

[watery-melon-baller]

theres people who only have one ship and people who don't have any ships and multishippers well im inventing a new kind of shipper and it's "all of these people are gay and a little in love with each other but the romance is up to interpretation"

[cevansbrat0007]

@whore-for-chris-evans - I can see that. Syd was toxic as hell. And so is my version of Chris in this story. Thanks for reading and reblogging!

Out of Line

Summary: Sequel to Off Limits. It’s been five months since the two of you agreed to make things official, but Chris has a knack for making things difficult. Chris Evans x Black!Reader

*Warnings: Jealous Chris Evans, Toxic Chris Evans, Daddy Kink, Smut, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Unprotected Sex, Punishment, Spanking, Bratty Reader, Alcohol Consumption, Manhandling, Aggressive Behavior, Minors DNI

A/N: This is a sequel to Off Limits. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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It’s barely 9:00am and your boyfriend already has you positively fuming. You end your call with Kim as politely as possible before forcing yourself to take a deep breath and count to ten. You repeat it three times, and it still doesn’t work. 

“Y/N!” A deep male voice beckons from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready. Come get it while it’s hot!” 

 Oh, something was hot alright – you. Under the damned collar. And now he wanted you to join him in the kitchen. The place where you knew he kept all the knives, a rolling pin, as well as a hefty cast iron skillet. As you stomp down the stairs you find yourself fantasizing about which implement you were going to use, and how you were going to use it. 

 “Y/N! What are you –” He calls again, just as you round the corner, hands on your hips. “Well good morning, gorgeous. You were upstairs an awful long time.” And then he finally notices the look on your face. “Uh, everything okay?”

 He sets a steaming plate loaded with pesto eggs and bacon on the counter next to you, as well as a cup of coffee. Then he fixes a plate for himself and takes a seat, frowning when you don’t immediately join him. You cross your arms over your chest, your foot tapping on its own accord.

 “Chris…” You huff out, trying to find the right words to help you voice your displeasure. “Yes, sweet girl?” He takes a sip of his coffee, patiently waiting for you to continue.

 You lean forward, resting your elbows on the counter. “I got a really interesting phone call just now.”

 “Oh?” He quirks a brow and bites into a crispy piece of bacon.  

“Mmhm. From a realtor named Kim in L.A.”

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[jaredwormsboyslizardsquad]

Aromantic Squad I need your help because words fail me. Describe the difference between a Normal Friendship, a Squish (a crush but for desire to be homies), and a QPR (if that's thing you do/consider). Thank you.

[rwby-confess]

Confession #114

[big-fudge888]

A selection of faces Guildford Dudley made and things he said that should be illegal for the way they make me feel

And one that should be illegal for real

Editing to say: gifs created by @burning-daylight and @kendalroys and maybe some others and if I missed you I will never not attribute again!!

[heavenlyraindrops]

gang i have three days until school starts

[miakate-writes]

Enemies to lovers prompts

[song for the vibes ^^^^]

the looks these two give each other while fighting istg istg 

one word: banter 

“is that all you’ve got?”

“let me know when you start trying.”

“oh, maybe you are just all good looks after all!”

god forbid they ever have a common enemy. teamwork? never heard of her.

“you’re doing that wrong.” “shut up and let me be.” “I’ll let you be once you do it right.”

“stop trying to flirt with me and just fight me already!” “I’m not trying to flirt with you.” “that’s not what you’re eyes are saying.”

it’s all fun and games until one of them gets hurt a little too bad. one tries to take care of the other, but (as everything always does) it turns into an argument.

“ouch! screw you, that hurts!” “well if you weren’t squirming around so much then it wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

they both realise around the same time that they like the other… neither of them will admit it.

[I’m taking requests! it would make me SO happy if you have any requests to pop them into my asks box, i do drabbles and prompts <3]

[not-poignant]

Stardew Valley - 40/? - A Stain that Won’t Dissolve - Alex/Sebastian

Title: A Stain that Won’t Dissolve Rating: Explicit Pairing: Alex/Sebastian Tags: Hurt/comfort, aged-up characters (mid 20s), minor character death, angst, injury, grief, miscommunication, bullying, enemies to lovers, dubious consent, internalised homophobia, closeted character, past child abuse, dyslexia, antagonist farmer, unrequited love, pining, acceptance, top!Sebastian, bottom!Alex, power dynamics, happy ending.

Summary: Alex hates Sebastian – which is great because Sebastian more than returns the favour – and what starts out as revenge fantasy turns into unironic lust, which evolves into unrequited love. Alex gets a job, Sebastian marries the farmer, and both of them lose almost everything before finding each other again. A story of two mutual bullies who learn how to messily grow up.

A Stain that Won’t Dissolve (Alex/Sebastian) - Chapter 40 - Hard Tumbling Tales

In which Alex goes to Sebastian’s to clean, but the truth quickly comes out about Demetrius and how he treated Alex, and Sebastian comes to his defence.

[jesuswasgay]

we're besties except we like to cuddle & kiss & share orgasms

[xenvaei]

So I wrote this in 2023 for a writing position, but never got the job. Decided, why the fuck not? Put this in Fins Above history for the Mongrels.

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In the lushes of forests, there were beasts that had conformed to their own way of life. Painting their claws, chewing on herbs, burning scents and whistling to the damp air at nighttime hoping to find another pack like their own. Another pack that stood on their hinds, beat their chests and howled towards the fading stars that seemed to turn into supernovas right before their eyes. Their bodies trickled into thin fur as they rose from the river, sniffling out spurts of murky water and chittering to each other.

One, a coat of blue and gray, wafted their fur back and hunched. Warm brown skin underneath had begun to rise as they shed and laid in the pain of popping bones. Their wide yellow eyes opened as far as they could until their breath drew to a halt and they stretched out their palms. The river water laid dripping off their nose and face until the blood pumped and the shock of the transformation gave them life once more. In the pack, a puppy's first shift meant becoming a hound. The brown skin filled with heat as the shifter rose onto his knees and growled out from under the weaker set of canines.

He said, "Nawk'a mer la kow." A language unknown to humans, yet so expressive. The entirety of the pack formed a culture around the trees and the soil and the hunt. Their language, being composed of sounds like the trembling skies and calls of their prey, had meant more than just words.

As a few more shifters edged from the stalks of the trees, they approached him with caution and then sniffed his flank and scruff. The were was no longer wet behind his ears, and the puppy was to be announced a hound when the moon rises. Their paws touched the grains of the earth, filling the grooves of the stone paths that trailed towards their pack territory.

...

"Tawo! Gnawe, gnawe!"

It was the call of prepared prey along the mists of the territory. It smelled finely dazzled in nutrition, but the new hound didn't sit around the burning fire to eat. He lowered his head outside of the ring, finding a nice brush of fallen leaves and wet droplets to settle on for the morning feast. He looked towards the sky before parting his jaws and tearing the cervidae flesh apart.

Over the treetops, he could see the flinching birds traveling in flocks. He felt their heartbeat and every wing around the sun's energy hit the air with passion. There was no denying his calling. One that the other wolves there could smell on his fur. His wings wanted to spread, so that he could join them overhead, yet he only felt featherless instead.

Nothing compared to the wind wiping the blood from his jaw at nighttime, or the dawn's howling mist of dew. Nothing he could ever imagine would feel that great. He looks back at his pack, noticing them feasting on their breakfast and fondling their fur for mites and such, and yet, he cannot feel his paws itch with adventure. He cannot see himself next in line for being the Grand Sire. Only one breeding male takes that role, and once his gray muzzled father takes his last breath, he will be first breeder.

Suddenly, the knowledge of it all made his appetite spoil.

"Tawo, hound'awe la woe?" He perked his ears as one wolf trotted up to him with stride. Their golden coat freckled with stains of browning oats seemed to catch Tawo's eyes. The new hound could barely focus as a rush of adrenaline filled him. His littermate's smell sat in his nose as they exchanged licks behind the necks. Now, the world around him was no longer foreign, and he could finally unmask.

"Ro... Roak! Yes! Swimming was two moons past," Tawo spoke up, feeling his heart warm with the presence of his friend. The golden coat brandished marks, but they weren't as important as the apparel on them. All werewolves bore necklaces and jewelry, but he was of noble kind for a noble deed. High regards from the grand sire, one Tawo was yet to receive.

Roak felt a smile bristle his black lips, shaking the prickled fur along his skin. The wind was beginning to pick up, and with their damp fur, a cold would be on the way. The two moved to the busy center of the territory, where a large fireplace burned blue and orange flickers.

"This coat color was absent, then you grow dressed in a hound's tail," with excitement filling his tail, Roak asked, "Did Grand Sire award you?"

Tawo was reluctant. No, he thought, the rigid wolf holds out. Tawo felt his gaze drop, and as soon as he paused in emotion, Roak knew that he was given a short tail.

"No. I think he tests me. He said my hunting is like the humans on lake and that I swim like the dirt."

Roak eyed him, "Maybe he is right."

"It is not fair," Tawo bared his teeth, "I work tail to bone on outfields to find prey and he belittles me before all teeth in the pack. Now I sleep, guarding nipping puppies."

"Well," Roak held his head up, pausing to take in the familiar smells of the earth. From afar, he watches the dancing trees waft pinecones and bitter autumn from them. He could taste the winter chill on the soil below him, "Me and my pack come to visit. We thought all would need materials from the mountains." His golden coat clenched and the fur laid flat. Roak played with a small bag in his palm.

From Roak's furry paws, Tawo takes the gift within his. He feels the soft woven patterns of the fabric before opening it. Inside, a crystal bead hung from a thick leafy weaving material shone with compassion. Tawo cowered a bit before inching towards Roak and feeling his back. Soon, the two embraced into a long hug.

...

The temperature was dropping and the sun was folding back into the starry sky. By then, Roak and his pack had left and the stains of Tawo's unfamiliarity rolled back into his mind.

What had begun as a stroll in the depths of the forest had merged into a chase. Tawo moved closer to the breeze that cooled his thick coat as he ran through the brambles and bushes. Sounds from in front of him were that of a small rodent, one that bore a long bushy tail and claws of white parchment. The prey skittered up a tree, and to Tawo's disappointment, this beast outmatched him.

His heart raced when he realized where he was.

Being this close to the high walls, just a few inches away, felt amazing. But if he knew anything of his people, his hind legs would guide him back into the tall cover of the trees.

Tawo proceeded to move closer, past the ditch, and then eyeing through the cracks and into the city. He could see the cars, the large buildings and smelly cans of trash left to rot outside. It was just like his mother had described. But the scuffling in the fallen leaves drew him backwards and into the shadows, watching a small human exit the high wall barrier and hurry across the bricks with thick layers of animal fur. Their entire body was covered in a gray pelt, possibly a feline's skin, and worn as a belt and a drape.

Tawo felt his muscles tense as he laid in an uncomfortable position, watching their every move until his tail twisted and his arm crumbled below his weight. The wolf went tumbling down the slope and stranding himself in a large ditch. The water was rushing, and he couldn't breathe.

He could hear the human footsteps quicken their pace around him, and the urge to call for them rose in his deep voice. Tawo shuffled as the thick waste water overtook his senses, tossing him closer and closer to the human. Just below the bridge they watched from, he yowled out. The human mimicry within him fell outwards. "Help!" He shouted.

The furred human turned, not yet seeing his face, and ran down the slope where the boulders met the water. Their stubby arms were too short to reach, so their blade was the second option. Tawo watched the glimmer from the weapon and grasped the sharp edge, hosting himself from the slime and sludge of the waste water. He was drenched in plastics, rope, and the stench of urine when he rose to the surface.

"People like you fall in all the time," The human spoke with a thick accent.

Tawo could not pull his eyes from them. The human was interesting, and their curves were different from the other pack members. A living human was a surprise to anyone in the pack.

"What to do?" He asked with a grumble. The human eyed him like he had gotten mush in his ears too.

"Go clean up," The human stated, going in to move him along before seeing that his fingers were that of an unknown shape. The shadow casted upon his face was a long snout, and the sun seemed to mend his body into one blob. A monster.

They reared back, calmly pointing a dart gun from her holster at Tawo's legs, "Don't move."

The gun did not bother him, for he had not known the dangers.

Hunger for the human's knowledge ached him. His attention stayed on chasing a squirrel, but now a human was before him. He could settle with this as well.

He started, "You are bitch."

The woman furrowed her brows, now aiming at his head, "What did you just call me?" Her stance widened to account for the space around her, moving backwards whenever he came closer.

"Bitch," He at least understood her question, and spoke again, "Are you hen?"

"Stay the fuck back." Her growl made him sit to her command. Not as mighty, he could now feel the tone of the atmosphere. Tawo rested his underbelly on the ground, all while passing glances at her with wide eyes. The gun shuffled a bit when she said, "What are you?"

Tawo curled his tail, eyes now wet with uncomfortable stinging, "Wolf." He could feel it in his paws. She was going to shoot him and eat his organs. Something that the humans were said to do, yet the fear bubbled into air as the woman softened her grip and hushed herself. She was second guessing the pull.

The woman counted her chances. Then examined the dart gun and the eye level of the forest. It wasn't worth the trouble. She spit to the ground and stepped back again.

"Tell your 'alphas' and the other cosplaying freaks that you ran too close to the high wall," she glared, "And that your tagger's name...is Kestrel."

With exact precision, the dart slipped into his hind leg and clipped a part of his skin.

Tawo screamed, with so much emotion that it was human to Kestral. The woman charged herself to move backwards and as she did, her face filled with horror as his body merged back into man. The hound arched over, feeling the sting of the wound widen with each part of his skin that had fallen short of fur in the shift. Tawo grabbed a couple of leaves from the earth and dampened them with his spit, tongue lapping out a bit of mucus he could lather the ball into. Thick cloth made it a way to stop the bleeding.

The humanoid huffs and groans from his lips wrangled Kestrel's sense of morale. He wasn't lying. She felt her face heat with confusion. The evils of the world were packaged into something like.. this? Reduced to a whining puppy the second he got hurt. Kestrel watched as Tawo growled on his tongue.

"Ignorant! If aiming at my head, pain my head!"

He made no sense at the moment. All she could think about was the nude male clutching his leg in pain. And how her psyche would repair after. A justification of her actions, or an apology for the wound. Nothing could cross her mind though, as even sympathy would have to wait until tomorrow.

The clock on her hip called for the woman to retreat, and as she looked at Tawo one more time, her face scrunched up in thought. She'd arrive tomorrow to call for him...

If he still wanted to listen..