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Trying For No. 5...

Alright , its “Wicked Wednesday” the day of the week when things get all kinda nasty. This is the day of the week for smut, be that porn without a plot or porn with a bit of a plot, Wednesday is the day for it. 

The Request: Nsfw husband Chris whisking his wife away for a steamy romantic long weekend away in a log cabin in Vermont, leaving their four kids with his mother, and they christen every room and are able to be loud for the first time in ages and without any interruptions

Pairing: Chris Evans x You, Chris Evans x reader Chris Evans x female reader

Warnings: Smut, porn, full sex. It’s an 18 + only please. Swearing too. 

The air was cool and smelt fresh, the wind caught in the tops of the tall trees and made them rustle quietly, sounding like distance voices all around you. The cabin was small, a deep brown colour with a short chimney that had a curl of smoke reaching into the blue sky. 

“Oh Chris,” you breathed, as you took in your surroundings, “Chris, this is unreal,” the secluded cabin deep in the woods was your anniversary getaway. Just you and Chris making the most of a weekend together with no children and no dog either. 

“I thought you’d enjoy the peace and quiet,” he replied, taking your weekend bag from the car and carrying it up the few steps toward the front door, “The lady who owns it said there would be a fully stocked fridge and a fire burning for us, there’s no WiFi though,” he added, opening the front door and stepping inside, you followed excitedly. 

The main room wasn’t overly large but big enough for the two of you, there was a large and comfortable looking sofa at one end of the room and a couple of squashy looking arm chairs too, arranged around the open fireplace, a dining table with two chairs and two places set out beautifully. There was a door that you guessed led to the kitchen and another door that stood ajar, giving you a glimpse of the bedroom and the plush looking bed. 

“This is amazing,” you said, “Thank you, baby,” you added, throwing your arms around Chris. He held you tightly, breathing deeply. 

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Could you do a Chris Evans x reader where reader is a famous actress in the MCU and they’re best friends and they’re in love with each other but neither one knows and reader has to stay at Chris’ cause of the weather for a few days and it’s all angsty and eventual fluff

After All This Time

A/N: I’m so sorry this request took so long to do, I had no idea how to do this but I finally had a breakthrough with it and was able to do it the way you requested. I hope you enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Word Count: 3,040

Warnings: angst, cheating boyfriend, language, fluff  

Chris Evans is by far, the greatest person in your life. You met him a couple of years ago when you were cast in an Avengers movie. Ever since then, you two have been inseparable. You were his best friend on and off screen, and he was yours. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, everyone saw it. You were always spotted in public together. Whether it was eating at a restaurant or going to theme parks.  The way you were with each other, you could easily be mistaken for a couple. Most of the time you were paired up together during press releases, and there was always a question that came up about your friendship.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have some sort of romantic feelings for him, of course you did. And it would be also be a lie if he said he didn’t have feelings for you, too. You had been there for each other through everything. No matter how many times you were told “Just go for it. You both are obviously in love with each other. You always have been. What do you have to lose?”, neither of you ever did anything about your feelings, afraid the other person didn’t feel the same way. It was your biggest fear. Losing Chris terrified you in every way. 

There had been a period of a couple months when Chris had been dating someone, and she immediately did not want you around. Chris hadn’t noticed her controlling his relationship with you until he realized one night that he hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in 2 months. He broke up with her instantly and flew to go see you and apologized for being such an ass and letting some chick come in between your friendship. 

The couple of boyfriends you have had since knowing Chris had problems with him instantly. They never liked the fact that he was always around or how you always talked about him. No matter how many times you said “He’s my best friend”, they never accepted it. You always ended the relationship the minute he asked you to stop talking to Chris, but Chris never knew that. You know how guilty he’d feel if he knew he was basically the reason your relationships always ended. You always just said that you were too different or that it just didn’t work out. 

Chris was always there for you for every breakup. No matter where he was or what he was doing, you always managed to spend a couple of days with him. You watched trashy comedies and ate too much junk food on his couch for a couple days and spent every waking moment with him. 

This breakup had been particularly rough. You had met the one guy who never had a problem with your friendship. Josh was very supportive of you having someone in your corner and loved how well he treated you. Chris always respected the boundaries and never pushed his limits, so there was no issue. Chris hit it off with him, too. They got along really well and always seemed to have a good time whenever they were around each other. You loved seeing your boyfriend and best friend together. 

After a year of dating Josh you surprised him at work for your 1 year anniversary with some lunch. You went up to his office and knocked on the door before opening it and once you saw him making out with his half dressed coworker on his desk. Without saying anything you dropped everything in your hands and ran out the building, ignoring the pleads from Josh. You immediately got in your car and called Chris. 

“Y/N! How did the anniversary surprise go?” His voice rang through the phone. A sob left your mouth as you rested your forehead against your steering wheel, tears flowing.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Chris’ voice laced with concern. 

“H-he’s cheating on m-me! W-with some g-girl from w-work!” You continued sobbing with the phone pressed against your ear. 

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Did he tell you that he was or did you find something?” He asked. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before you continued.

“I went to his office and when I opened the door he was making out with his coworker. Half her clothes gone and his tongue down her throat.” You said, tears still freely falling. 

“What a fucking asshole. He’s lucky that I can’t go over there and rip him to shreds.” Chris spat. “Do you need me to go back? I can probably find a flight back tonight. I don’t want you to be alone.” He said calmly. You could hear him tapping on his computer, probably looking for flights back to LA. He was currently in Boston for a couple weeks in between filming. 

“I was thinking maybe I can fly out to you? I don’t want to be here, Josh knows where I go when I’m upset and I don’t want to deal with him right now. Plus I heard Boston is pretty nice this time of year. I’m tired of this 80 degree weather in January business.” You chuckled a little. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes. 

“I think that’s a great idea. My mom has been telling me nonstop how much she wants you to fly out here and see everyone again. I’ll book a flight for you. I’ll be at the airport to pick you up, okay?” He said. 

“Thank you, Chris. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You sighed. 

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You’ve been in Boston with Chris for the past couple of days trying to come to terms with the fact that your relationship with Josh is over. You talked to him on the phone after not answering his dozens of calls and messages and decided that the relationship could never recover from what happened and you were better off not being with him anymore. 

Chris sat next to you on his couch as you hung up the phone, wrapping his arms around you as sobs left your mouth. After the 3 days or so, although you were still sad, you had started to become angry and frustrated. 

“I thought I had finally found a good one. I really did. I thought we were going to be in it for the long run.” You sighed, running your hand across Dodger’s soft fur. He had his head on your lap, almost like he could sense you needed to be comforted and loved. “We talked about moving in together and getting married and starting a family. At this point I might as well just settle for being a crazy catlady and give up on finding someone to settle down with. I’m almost 30 for fucksake.” You scoffed. 

“You’re going to find someone Y/N. I have no doubt that your perfect guy is out there somewhere.” He smiled slightly at you. It hurt him more than anything seeing you so upset, he wanted nothing more than to see you happy. Josh made you happy, but you seemed to always have hesitations in your relationship with him. 

Although you had talked about your future with Josh, there was something holding you back from fulfilling those hopes and dreams with him. Something inside of you always held back from moving forward with Josh. He had asked you to move in with him right before your anniversary, but you told him you weren’t ready for that and told him to bring it up before the end of the year. 

He had asked you about getting married and the possibility of him proposing to you, but you dismissed it and avoided any further questions about it. You always feared that as soon as you started to settle down that Chris would suddenly realize that he had feelings for you and would confess it, and you couldn’t do anything about it. It was silly. You felt like it was your fault that Josh cheated on you. Maybe he was tired of waiting for you. 

You sat there in your thoughts for a while, absentmindedly petting Dodger. You looked over at Chris and saw his gaze focused on the TV in front of you. You had your legs tossed over his thighs, your back against the side of the couch, Dodger tucked between your legs and the back of the couch. 

Chris had his hands resting on your legs, one by your knee and another by your ankle. You were both under respective blankets, shielding yourself from the cold. It seemed so domestic to you. You had always done this sort of thing with Josh but it just never felt right. You never felt like you were at home whenever you were with him. 

“I should probably get some sleep. I’ve got a long day of traveling tomorrow.” You sighed deeply, sliding your legs off of his and moving the blanket from your body. You stood up from your spot on the couch and stretched your muscles a bit. Chris stood up with you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist put your head against his chest. 

“You’re going to get that family, Y/N. You’ll settle down with the perfect guy and have everything you’ve ever wanted. I’m sorry Josh is such an asshole and didn’t realize what he was losing. You deserve so much better than that piece of shit and you’re going to get it. I have no doubt.” He said to you. You teared up a little bit at his words and just stood there in his embrace. 

Your heart was telling you to scream to him right there and then how much you love him and that he’s the perfect guy and you want to be with him for the rest of your life. But your brain reminded you of the consequences of telling him how you feel if he didn’t feel the same way. You internal conflict brewed within you and before you could do anything, you pulled away from his warm embrace and walked up the stairs to the guest room. 

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You woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee filling your nose. Your eyes fluttered open as you rolled over to check the time. It was a little after 9am, and you had to be at the airport in a couple hours. You sat there for a few minutes before peeling the covers off your body getting out of bed. You shuttered at the cold tile against your feet as you walked towards to kitchen, the smell of coffee getting stronger. 

As you entered the kitchen you saw Chris leaned against the counter with a mug in one hand, his phone in the other. You admired how effortlessly handsome he was. He was wearing a t-shirt with some sweatpants, his hair disheveled and a tired expression painting his face. 

He noticed you come in and shot you a small smile and immediately grabbed another mug and started making you coffee. You graciously accepted the warm cup and started to drink it, hoping it would take away some of your exhaustion. 

“How did you sleep?” He asked quietly. 

“Not too well. I’m kinda anxious about going back to LA.” You replied. 

“You don’t have to go back yet, you’re more than welcome to stay here longer. Dodger and I love the company.” He shot you a sympathetic smile. 

“I think it’s time for me to go back and face everything. I can’t avoid it forever. I need to clean out my apartment of everything that reminds me of him and start fresh. Maybe it’ll help me feel better.” You sighed. “Or maybe I’ll go crazy and wreck the place and never go back. Who knows?” 

Chris chuckled and continued to sip his coffee. You stood there in a comfortable silence for a while, finishing your cup and scrolling through your phones. After about 15 minutes you went back to your room to get some of your stuff together before you needed to leave for the airport. 

You were seriously contemplating staying with Chris for a couple more days, dreading the moment you have to walk back into your apartment. As you were packing your things Chris walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“So there’s a massive snow storm coming and the airport is cancelling all flights out of Boston until further notice. Roads are going to be shut down by tomorrow. We’re expecting more than 5 feet of snow. Looks like your staying longer after all.” Chris said, looking at his phone. You let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. 

“Guess you’re happy about it, huh?” He questioned. He moved your suitcase off the bed and laid on the bed next to you. You were both on your backs, you were staring at the ceiling and you could feel Chris looking at you. 

“I didn’t really want to go back, it’ll just make everything real.” You sighed. You don’t ever want to go back. Being here with Chris brings you so much happiness, even if you’re here because of terrible circumstances. 

“You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. I’m here for a couple more weeks and then we’re supposed to be back on set in Atlanta. You can stay until then and we can leave from here.” You looked over at him with hope in your eyes. 

“Seriously? I know you’re here to spend time with your family I don’t want to take you away from that.” You said, looking over at him. You could see something in his eyes. They seemed to be sparkling, you couldn’t understand why. 

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter where I am, there’s always a spot for you where I am. You can stay with me for as long as you want.” He said, looking you in the eyes. The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. 

There was something about the moment that made your heart beat faster and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Every nerve in your body was telling you to tell him how much you love him, how badly you want to be with him. You wanted a forever with him. Every dream you had about your future involved him and there was nothing that could change that. 

“Chris, can I tell you something? I just feel like I need to get something off my chest and it may work out in my favor, but it may not. I just can’t keep it in anymore.” You began. He nodded slightly and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met. You are my everything and I don’t want to live without you by my side. You make me feel things that I have never felt for anything, not Josh not anyone I’ve ever been with. You are it for me. You are my endgame. Anything I ever do in my life, I want to do it with you.” You proclaimed. His breath hitched in the back of his throat after the first 3 words. His eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were joking, or just messing with him. All he saw was the way you looked at him with such love and admiration. He couldn’t seem to find the words to say. 

He brought his hand up to your face and brushed a piece of your Y/H/C out of your face before cupping your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat at his intimate gestures and continued to scan his face. 

The next thing you knew he brought your body on top of his and pulled your face down and planted the most loving kiss you have ever received onto your lips. You placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss, craving more. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your bodies closer together. 

“So I’m guessing you feel the same way?” You whispered as you pulled back, Chris whining at the loss of contact. 

“I can’t even begin to explain the way I feel about you, but I hope that kiss is a good place to start.” He breathed. You smiled down at him and pressed your lips against his once again. Every single nerve in your body was on fire. You couldn’t begin to explain the way you felt. After a few minutes you pulled back and rolled off of Chris’ body and laid next to him. Your head in the crook of his neck and your hand going up to his face. 

“I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Chris Evans.” You purred, snuggling up closer to his body. 

“And I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He gushed. He wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you as close as he possibly can, not wanting to ever let you go. “So since this is a forever thing, should we talk about baby names?” He said in a serious voice. You looked up at his and your Y/E/C eyes met his piercing blue ones. 

“Baby, love you more than anything in this world. But if you are thinking we’re naming our son Tom or Brady… you’ve got another thing coming, Evans.” You chuckled. He dramatically sighed and looked you dead in the eyes. 

“And to think, I was going to buy you your dream house and help you fill it with kids. I just can’t believe you won’t let me name just one of those kids Brady.” He said shaking his head. You lightly smacked his chest before breaking out into a fit of giggles. 

“You’re gonna buy me my dream house? What about WE buy OUR dream house?” You grinned. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his lips before a smiled graced his perfect face.

And that’s exactly what you did. 

First kiss | Chris Evans

Sumarry → Y/n and Chris kiss for the first time after their first date.

Pairing → Chris Evans X Reader | Word Count → 718

A/N → I loved doing this, hope it's not too bad lol. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Chris Evans Masterlist | Masterlist | Open request!

Chris parks the car in front of Y/n's house, then looks at the girl in the passenger seat.

Y/n and Chris had just been on their first date, yes, they were both on cloud nine.

"Thank you so much for today Chris, I really enjoyed it" Y/n says after a moment of silence.

"I should thank you for agreeing to go out with me, I loved it." Chris says taking off his seat belt.

Y/n takes off his belt as well, and the two look at each other affectionately for a while.

Chris smiles at Y/n and slowly leans towards her, when he realizes Y/n is doing the same Chris holds Y/n's right cheek.

Their lips meet in a gentle, loving kiss, and when Chris tries to deepen the kiss, he feels Y/n turn her face away, and then quickly pulls away afraid he's doing something she doesn't want to.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this." Chris says scratching the back of his neck and Y / n widens his eyes

"No Chris, I really want this I'm just a little nervous." She quickly explains herself, afraid to make Chris think she doesn't want to kiss him.

"I make you nervous huh." Chris says smiling to Y/n, who is grateful that it's dark inside the car and Chris isn't able to see the blush on her cheeks.

"Stop this!" Y/n says smiling and pushing Chris, who is laughing too.

"Don't worry, you make me nervous too." Chris says holding Y/n's hand.

Y/n smiles at him and intertwines her fingers with his, and the two of them sit in comfortable silence for a while.

"Can we get out of the car?" Y/n asks, and Chris nods, and lets go of Y/n's hand to open the car door.

When Chris walks around the car to open the door for Y/n, he notices she's already getting out of the car, so he stares at her in bewilderment.

"which?" She asks closing the door and laughing at the expression Chris is making.

"You didn't even let me be a gentleman with you, I'm offended." Chris says placing his hand on his chest dramatically.

Y/n smiles at Chris, and he laughs along, for him it was completely impossible to see Y/n smile, and not feel like smiling either.

Y/n looks at the sky, and realizes it's a beautiful starry night.

"The sky is so beautiful today isn't it?" She says, and Chris looks up at the sky too.

"Yes he is, he's just losing to you." He says, and Y/n looks at Chris and smiles shyly.

Y/n looks at the ground, and shyly moves closer to Chris, practically coming face to face with him.

"Do you want to try that kiss now?" Chris asks and kisses Y/n on the forehead.

"I want." That was all Chris needed to hear, he cupped Y/n's cheeks lovingly, and slowly kissed her lips.

This time when Chris deepened the kiss, Y/n grabbed Chris around the waist bringing him closer.

This was their moment, and Chris would like to stay there forever.

When the two slowly separate, they had passionate smiles on their faces, and a twinkle in their eyes.

"I don't know about you, but that was the best kiss of my life." Chris says with a smirk, and Y/n rolls his eyes playfully.

"I don't know, I think I've had better kisses." Y/n says fixing her hair, and Chris lets go of her, looking at the girl in shock.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear this so I don't leave here crying, okay?" Chris says pretending to wipe a tear off.

"Maybe I can make it up to you with some coffee in there." Y/n smiles at Chris.

"Coffee at this time of night? That's crazy...I accept." Chris nods, and Y/n takes his hand pulling him into their house.

That was the best kiss Y/n had ever had too, but Chris didn't need to know that, well not yet.

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— 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 —

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A chance | Tom Holland

Sumarry → Tom wants Y/n to give him a chance

Pairing → Tom Holland X Actress!Reader | Word Count → 796

A/N → I loved doing this, hope it's not too bad lol. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Tom Holland Masterlist | Masterlist

"Is it because I'm younger than you?" Tom says approaching you, just as the director yells cut.

"Which?" Y/n asks looking doubtfully at Tom, who scratches the back of his head.

"Let's take a break folks!" the director cuts, and Y/n takes advantage of Tom's moment of distraction to distance himself from him.

"Y/n wait!" She hears Tom yelling right behind her.

"Wait please don't run away this time, I just want to understand." He says pulling her arm making Y/n stop walking and turn to him.

"Tom..."

"I just need a clear answer, and then I swear I'll never bother you with it again." He says it seriously, and Y/n feels his heart tighten.

Y/n turns around and starts walking again, but Tom is faster and runs in front of her, stopping Y/n again.

"I don't understand, we were doing so well, we almost kissed, what happened?"

"Why are you insisting so much on this?"

"Y/n I like you so much, you stole my heart so fast, and I don't care that you have it, I'm actually glad you do." He says smiling softly.

"Have you ever been in love?" Tom asks after a moment of silence.

"I'm not sure" Y/n replies and Tom giggles looking down.

"Well, it's the most amazing thing in the world, you feel like... you don't need anything else, and days are easier to start and easier to end because you can't wait to see that person again. " Y/n looks at Tom in shock, and he blushes as he feels her eyes on him.

Y/n looks at him, and can see the infinity in his eyes

"Hey, wanna tell me what's going on in there?" Tom asks, taking Y/n's hand.

"I'm scared Tom."

"And I'm so in love with you."

"Stop saying those things!"

"Sorry I can't help it!" The two laugh and are interrupted by the notification sound on Tom's cell phone.

When Tom lets go of Y/n's hand to take his cell phone from his pocket, she realizes that she can already miss the warmth of his hand "Where does that come from?" Y/n thinks.

"Look Sebastian tagged us in a photo." Tom showed Y/n his cell phone, and there was a photo that Sebastian had just posted of Tom and Y/n pretending to punch Sebastian who was in their midst, and the caption of the photo was "My couple (not couple) favorite"

"He's terrible" Y/n says and they both laugh.

You stare at each other for a while with loving eyes on your faces, until he takes your hand and places a kiss on her back.

"You are so Beautiful." He says blushing and Y/n laughs.

"Even with all this fake blood?"

"Oh sure!" they both laugh, and then he pulls her into a hug.

"I know I'm a few years younger than you, but I promise if you give me a chance I'll love you so much you'll get sick of me." he says and you both laugh.

"Tom I swear this has nothing to do with your age."

"So what is it?"

"I'm not good at relationships Tom."

"Me neither dear, but maybe we can try to help each other, and make it work." Tom says sincerely.

"And i don't think I could get enough of you Tom." He looks surprised at you.

"Is this... is it serious?"

"It sure is...maybe we can try." Y/n says smiling at Tom, and his heart races.

"This is so amazing! wow I...you are amazing!" Tom steals a kiss from Y/n who blushes at the attitude.

"Sorry I shouldn't have done that..." Tom says laughing and scratching the back of his head.

"No I…I liked that." Y/n says and kisses Tom's cheek.

"Want to go to dinner with me today?" Tom asks excitedly.

"I want."

Maybe this could work, and she's just overthinking it.

Bonus

"You want to bet how much they're having an argument about the relationship right now?" Anthony says sitting next to Sebastian, who had just posted the photo.

"Opposite he talked about his age." Sebastian says laughing.

"Well, Chris bet that before the weekend they would finally be together." Anthony says drinking the beer.

Before Sebastian can respond, a notification sound from Anthony's cell phone indicating a new message fills the room.

"It's Chris." He says opening the message

"I won" Along with a picture of Y/n and Tom holding hands on the set of the new movie.

"Motherfu-

Y/n's birthday

Instagram au

Summary: It's Y/n's birthday, and some of her artist friends have taken to social media to congratulate their dear friend

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Timothee Chalamet

liked by Youruser, Tomholland2013 and 2,004.088 Others

Tchalamet My favorite person's day has come! Thank you for just being you mon amour, I love you forever.

(When you have a really pretty friend and you have to make other guys think you're dating lol.)

@Youruser 💞

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Youruser Thank you Timny, I love you too forever

Timotheefan_ OH MY, I NEED THEM TOGETHER!!

Y/n_lover This friendship >>>>

Timny_hot Our favorite birthday person today!!!

Y/nnnn_ Congrats y/n babe!

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Sebastian Stan

liked by Youruser, Anthonymackie and 3,009.652 Others

Imsebastianstan Today the best person ever has a birthday! Some amateurs out there want to steal her from me but we both know it will be me and her forever ❤️ Thank you for always being there for me, know that I will always be here for you darling. ❤️ @youruser.

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Youruser I love you Seb, don't forget that

Seb_and_Y/n Okay, I think I'd like them to get married

_lover Only Marvel's Best Duo

Anthonymackie Happy Birthday to the best colleague ever ❤️

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Tom Holland

liked by Youruser, tchalamet and 5,148.610 Others

Tomholland2013 I've always heard "Don't meet your heroes" but meeting you was without a doubt one of my greatest achievements, you are the most amazing and kind person I've ever met, thank you for always listening to me and being my dear friend, even though I'm irritating and annoying most of the time.

Happy Birthday! @youruser

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Youruser thanks for that sweetie

Y/n_my_wife I would so love to meet Y/n 😭

Imsebastianstan Everybody wanna steal my girl

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Liked by vancityreynolds, Aidanrgallagher and 6,464,092 other people

Youruser I'm birthday! Today was a beautiful and special day, thank you all for the beautiful messages, I love you.

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vancityreynolds Happy birthday dear, always remain the beautiful sunshine that you are! 💞💞 (I want a piece of that cake)

↳ Youruser Thank you Ryan 🥺 Yes I saved a piece for you

Y/n_fan yes she is a princess

Aidanrgallagher Congratulations Y/n! Thank you for being like a big sister to me and always supporting me and helping me through my anxious moments making me laugh in a way only you can, I miss you so much.

↳ Youruser You're going to make me cry sweetie ❤️ Thank you and yes, I miss you too.

Babyye_ She being Aidan's older sister >>>>>>

y/n_lovers Ryan being her older brother >>>>>>

Harrystyles Happy birthday to my amazing drinking buddy! 💞💞💞💞

Chrisevans Happy birthday to the best person in the world ❤️ I love you princess.

A/N: "Wow, you disappear and come back like nothing happened?" Yes, forgive me for doing this, well, my birthday was the 23rd and I didn't even talk to you, so I decided to do it here today, thanks for being here, I'll be more present here next year, Pinky promise

Soooo I decided to open my requests to you guys!

I'm so excited to see what you're going to they will ask me lol

We'll see you later babys

I MISS WRITING, PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS!

HEEEEY TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!! ❤️❤️

And I'm thinking about posting some Inaki and Wonka fics, do you want that?

Missing Years (Chris Evans x F!Reader)

summary: chris's childhood best friend falls into a life of drugs

wc: 1.7k

inspired by oh noel by idkhow and i'm ok by call my karizma

content: mentions of drug use, mentions of self-harm, suicide, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, funeral

title courtesy of one of my amazing friends who i let read this beforehand. ily <3

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He remembers it like it was yesterday. He was just a little boy, roughly twelve and a half when he first saw you. It was December 17, 1993 and you were spending that year’s Christmas with your grandparents, on your mother’s side. You never got to see them as much as you hoped as your father’s parents were a closer drive, but you had begged your parents to take you this year and they obliged. Your little eleven-year-old heart was filled with joy. It truly felt like a Christmas miracle. 

Your grandparents lived just up the block from Chris’ family, but not too far that it was out of sight from his own home. He and his mother had just gotten home from a quick trip to the grocery store when he saw your family’s 1986 Honda Civic pull up in the driveway. His curiosity had gotten to him and he couldn’t look away, especially when you got out of the back seat with the biggest smile on your face. He was sure it was love at first sight.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” His mother piped in, snapping Chris out of his trance. “She looks new, I doubt she knows any kids her age in the neighbourhood. Why don’t you go be the first?”

Immediately, he marched his way over to your grandparent’s house and knocked on the door, as you and your parents already made it inside. You opened the door, and you looked even prettier than you did from down the street. You were wearing a red, velvet dress with poofy sleeves and white lace around the waist, with matching white tights beneath. With a look of confusion on your face and before you could say anything, the little boy spoke, “Hi, I’m Chris!” He said smiling, his two front teeth missing. “I live just down the street and I’ve never seen you here before. I, well my mom, figured I should come and say hi. So I did! Wanna come over and play?” You just giggled softly and turned around to walk over to the dining room table where your family was chatting. You asked your parents, and they approved. It was the nineties, what was the worst that could happen?

For the next two weeks, you ran through the snow in the field of his school, and oh how felt like your pure little heart was in love. At the start of the second week, Chris had brought a mistletoe to the field and that was where you had your first kiss. The snow was gently falling, and it felt like heaven. You were the first person who really gave him a shot, and the first person he considered to be his friend.

Eventually, your family moved to Boston after the passing of your dad’s parents, meaning you got to see Chris more often. He was only a 30-minute drive from your place.

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After graduating from high school, you guys barely talked to each other. Chris went to NYU to pursue acting and you stayed in Boston with your parents. The long-distance made things difficult for you and you two just got distant from each other. He still sent you Christmas cards every year, but you never returned the favour. The reason was that things were getting difficult for you at home. Your parent’s marriage was falling apart, and sure, even though you were 18, it was still hard being in the middle of it. Your father became abusive and blamed it on you. You chose not to go to college, and he would constantly harass you for it. Your mother would always initiate an argument with him about this as it was your choice not to go and she supported your decision. But he would just smack her before you’d scurry off to your room. You were slowly falling apart

In 2003, your best friend hung herself in her apartment, and it absolutely tore you apart. You dove into a life of drugs.  Upon hearing this news from one of his friends, Chris chose to move back to Boston to find you and comfort you. By this time, communication between the two of you had been cut off. Letters stopped being sent, and phone calls stopped being received. He went to your home, but living there was just your father. Your mother had finally chosen to divorce him and he wouldn’t share your new address. You weren’t living with your mother anymore, as you moved in with some friends. They were just like you were. Broken. The house wasn’t the nicest of places and was basically a crack house, but you loved these people, and they shared the same sentiment. 

On occasion Chris would see you on the streets, and say hi, but you’d just say that you were busy and quickly rush off. One of these days, he forced you to stay.  You just didn’t look like yourself. He was worried about you. You were pale and petrified. You were snorting meth, and smoking crack on the daily and had been through rehab twice, graciously funded by your mother, who too was worried sick about you. She was begging for you to move back in with her, but you refused, and she didn’t force you to do so. That day when Chris made you talk, you broke down and he took you back to his car, where you broke down and told him everything.

He helped you get back on your feet,  and you were so grateful, but you were still depressed, even if you didn’t let it show. You had your own place, and having the comfort of living alone felt good.

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One Sunday night, you were surprised when you went over to his place to find him with a blade about to push deep into his wrists. You had looked through the window and saw him crying on the floor next to his dining room table. Worried sick, you grabbed the spare key from the flower pot on his porch and unlocked his front door. Immediately, you took that blade away from him and tossed it to the ground. He never told you what was wrong, but you just sat there holding him, and he swears you gave him life again. 

On December 25th, 2008, at 5:47 pm, your mother would be found dead in her living room. It was being broadcast on the news, as it was a murder and your father was the prime suspect. For the next many hours, you cried to Chris. It was unknown why he had waited this long, but that took over your thoughts. Around 12:31 in the morning, you snuck out of bed and went into Chris’ office to grab a razor blade and slit your wrist. You went to the bathroom and broke down once again as you tried to stop the bleeding. You didn’t know if you were happy or not that Chris didn’t hear you. He never found out about this.

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In 2010, the two of you drifted apart again. Chris isn’t one hundred percent on the reason, but he blames it on himself and the filming of Captain America. He wasn’t even sure what happened to you until 2011. He was in Sudbury spending the holidays with his family when the news started talking about a death that had just occurred.  He asked his mom to turn it up and then proceeded to hush everyone in the room.

“Police dispatch has just received a call from a distressed motel owner, claiming that they found a woman, who he presumed to be in her late 20s, dead in one of his rooms. Emergency services are on their way as we speak. Here’s Kelly Perez, who’s currently on the scene.” Kelly’s voice was drowned out by the sound of sirens ripping by the Evans household. He was so worried that it was you. When he checked his phone, he saw a missed call from you but before he could call back to see if you were okay, his brother Scott, nudged him to look back at the TV. Kelly was still speaking as a picture of you was placed on the screen. Chris had been to this motel before. It was cheap and dirty. Cockroaches were everywhere, and the owner was a creep. You’d stayed here with your friends before and you had told him about how he was flirting with you in such an uncomfortable way. He was talking about your tits and asses and how he would love to take you all at once. He couldn’t quite understand why you’d chosen to back.

“The cause of death was an overdose and police are suspecting it to have been a suicide. The victim was 29-year-old y/n  l/n. Within the next few days, police will be contacting her close ones.” That was one of, if not the hardest night of Chris’ life. He constantly wonders if you’d still be here if he had picked up your call.  He really wishes that he could’ve told you how much he loved you and that what you had as kids wasn’t just a fling. He had loved you from the start and you giving him a shot to be your friend meant a lot to him. He just wishes you could’ve known. You were probably the last person he was going to give his whole heart to.

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Your funeral was held a couple of weeks later in early January and burial the next day. He watched them lower your casket, as the pastor said you’d hurt no more. It was so tough for him. You’d been through so much and he wasn’t there for you enough. You fought most of your battles either alone or with people who were battling the same problems as you. His biggest regret was not picking up that phone. Once they had fully buried your casket, his mother asked if he was alright, and he told her, “I haven’t smiled very much today, but I’m okay. I’m okay. All these tears are diamonds on my face, and I’m okay. I’m okay.” His mother turned away and has everyone left, he just stood there, staring at your grave.

Every year, on the anniversary of when you met, he’d visit your grave and would always place a poppy. Not only to commemorate your life, but it was also red, just like your dress when you met for the first time.

i have a very fluff request for our very beefy ari<33

very much domestic!ari & domestic!reader, doing home chores together, cleaning, organizing, daily grocery shopping, ordering some new clothes, etc, planning meals, planning child friendly abroad holidays, both looking after your new born, looking after dodger, taking dodger on a walk with ari wearing the buckle baby carrier on his bare chest (skin to skin touch) going on a picnic afterwards, playing with your new born & obvs dodger, watching new movies/series together, SELFCARE TOGETHER<3, starting the fire place, both of you doing your baby’s night routine preparing him or her to sleep, cuddling in each other arms, with blankets wrapped around your both talking very lovingly to each other in the moonlight :D

sorry if this is too much🤍

𝐡𝐢! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!

summary - just the inside of ari's life with his wife.

gif I use isn’t mine and divider is by @newlips

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳.

-𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆-

The sound of music fills the room as the couple move around each other, scrubbing the dishes, mopping and sweeping the floors, and dusting. Ari watches as Y/n is trying to vacuum in areas that are too tight or are blocked by something. Walking over, he lifts the couch, receiving a smile from her as she can reach the dirt underneath. 

They go around cleaning the whole house until it is completely spotless.

-𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆-

Their food shopping is the best. Ari is always piling food and drinks into the trolley. Making sure your favourites are in there and everything you need for the baby is fully stocked. Half of the time, you tend to lose him, heading down the aisles looking for your tall beefy husband only to find him bounding towards you with a massive grin on his face and his arms stocked full. Ari will always insist on paying, not taking no for an answer. 

You both end up at home with too much food that lasts a long time.

-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒-

Well… Let’s just say you and Ari had to get a new house with an extremely huge closet. When Ari finds something he thinks would look gorgeous in or wants to see her in, he buys many pieces of clothing in every colour. His favourite is seeing her in sundresses or pretty flowing skirts, always ensuring there are over a hundred of the same item. And when you order new clothes, it’s mostly clothing for your cute baby and the one on the way. Sometimes buying Ari some new clothes as he seems to only buy you things and spending your days bare as you both have kids now wouldn’t be a good idea, and you can never buy yourself clothes, seeing as Ari already bought it for you.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒-

You like to be organised, and you have a little list of what meals to have for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ari finds it adorable, but he’s also grateful when he has to rush off to work, and the food is already prepared and ready to eat. And he notices how less stressed you are when it comes to dinnertime.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒-

You and Ari, make sure to sit down and sort out where you can go. It was a struggle at first from years of not having kids and not planning everything, but you’ve learnt to make a list. Making it easier when it comes to these types of things, Ari still insists on paying for everything, saying that he wants to spoil his family and won’t take no for an answer.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍-

It’s fun but stressful the first time doing it. You both ended up a mess. Tears and laughter were shared. You swore to Ari that you wouldn’t have more kids. But watching Ari hold the child you both created, the love he bears, and how he gently but protectively holds the baby. You’d give him a hundred if it meant you’d get to see this picture again and again.

The crying, dirty diapers and the loss of sleep wasn’t exactly fun, but they both wanted a family, and that’s what they got.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

You both love him. You and Ari went looking for a dog before you even got pregnant, and you chose to rescue one, and when you both walked in. Dodger instantly connected with Ari and fits well with your little family. While you were pregnant, he was protective, and once you had the child, Dodger was your baby's best friend.

Looking after Dodger isn’t that hard. You guys mostly just play with him, feed him, run around with him and cuddle while watching movies as a family.

-𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓-

It’s a warm day, and Ari decides to take Dodger for a walk while wearing a buckle baby carrier against his bare chest as he hears skin-to-skin is good for his newborn. Many women tend to stare, and some try to start a conversation by either trying to pat his dog or touch his baby while smiling. Usually, before they can, he snaps and tells them to fuck off as he doesn’t like strangers touching or being near his family.

-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒- 

After the long walk with Dodger and getting enough time with his child, he makes his way to the agreed spot for the weekly picnic. He loves to have them as they make you extremely happy, and it’s one of those times he can appreciate you in one of the sundresses he spoils you with. You all have a feast while enjoying nature, photos are taken with a polaroid camera, and many memories are made there.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

On days off, you all go to the playroom, outside or the lounge room and sometimes your baby is in the mood to play, and they love it when you all get down and pretend with them, especially when Dodger comes and licks their face, coming around and playing all the games you are.

-𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒/𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

You and Ari set a movie night, mainly so you don’t watch something without the other. You grab the snacks and set up a table, grabbing all the blankets and pillows. Snuggling up on the couch, wearing your pyjamas and ensuring you and everyone are comfortable. Sometimes Ari builds a fort, and it makes your kids happy, they invite you guys in but not without your fake money, and you all watch the newest Disney.

-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

Well, Ari was the one who got you into self-care. You only used to do a small amount, sometimes too lazy to do anything, but Ari decided he wanted to do what he saw others doing, saying it looked cute and made you both closer. He enjoys applying everything on you, you repay him by doing the same with him, and he’s even bought baby/child safe self-care products, even something for Dodger, so he doesn’t feel left out. 

You both do all the other self-care things he’s seen, and it’s become one of your favourite things to do together.

-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄-

This is Ari’s task, and he enjoys doing it. The warmth entering his body when he does and watching his family also feel that warmth. He likes to go out and cut for the wood, come back and light it, and it’s become a sort of enjoyment.

-𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃-

You and Ari take turns reading your kids a bedtime story and making funny impressions and voices for the characters. You both make sure their nightlight is plugged in and on. You’ll check under the bed and in the closet for the pretend monsters they see, but always tell them that while mummy and daddy are around, no monster could get them. You’ll help them take a bath, wash their hair with the best-smelling shampoo and conditioner, helping them brush their teeth and warm some milk for them as it helps them sleep. 

You and Ari came up with an idea of placing nightlight footprints on the floor if they need to use the potty and want to feel like a big kid for once. 

-𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-

This one is big, and sometimes when the kids have gone to bed, and you and Ari haven’t had your weekly date night, you make this your date night. You pack a small basket full of savoury and sweet foods and some wine that you save for these exact nights. 

When the moon is full, you and Ari head outside, your backyard big enough to feel like you aren’t home. Ari finds the perfect spot before setting down blankets and pillows, a small light in the middle of you, chatting away, sharing laughs and eating while looking up at the stars. When the food is gone and your stomachs are full, you both wrap yourselves in each other's arms and whisper sweet nothings. You would look into each other’s eyes and just tell each other how much you love them.

Being so thankful and happy that they chose you and gave you such a wonderful life and the most adorable kids anyone could ask for, and the best dog in the world. 

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Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

Chris Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Library blog: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

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The Breeding Ground

pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

summary: To others, Ari’s house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative)

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“Daddy’s home! Where are ya my little pups” Ari roared toeing off his shoes, already smelling his mate’s gorgeous new scent after he managed to knock her up, for the fifth time. Watching as she toddled in with her infamous waddle, his omega walking in with a 6 month baby bump and their newest baby boy on her hip. Her face ecstatic at the sight of her alpha home after a long day hunting, their tiny tot already reaching out for his daddy. Now where were the other 3?

“You smell n’ look so sweet Tulip” He grumbled taking their baby boy, his other arm wrapping around her waist to let him nuzzle and lick up her neck, her body wearing a lilac maternity gown. Her hands already gripping for his touch and scent, her body already trying to rub off on him to get some of his scent on her, causing him to chuckle at the mere sight of her desperation.

Even though Ari had marked her after the choosing ceremony, it didn’t stop the odd beta from flirting with her, causing Ari to growl and rub their naked bodies together any chance her got. To a point where she practically went through withdrawals when she couldn’t smell him. Part of their bedtime routine after putting the tiny scragglers to bed, had now included them humping each other without abandon, with Y/n whining out for his scent and kisses, wanting each and every part of him against her.

“You’re home early” She beamed leaning up to press a kiss to Ari’s chin, her hands already feeling up under his shirt, feeling the new dad bod on him that made him even more irresistible. The tiny pudge now making him that bit more softer which she loved, when she rode his cock every morning she could hug more of him, kissing up his stomach whenever she was bored.

“hmm things finished up early with the pack, n’ I wanna see my tulip ass up face down” He whispered running his hand up her nape, kissing just below her ear before standing up right, bouncing the pup in his arms; smacking kisses on his cheek. Before she could even register what he had said, the other three pups tumbled down the stairs, the oldest being five, with Y/n being bred at least once a year. Per her alpha’s request.

“Daddy! We- We helped momma make pie today, n-n look we made you painting” Luke squealed hugging onto Ari’s legs, holding up the painting he and his two younger brothers had worked so hard on all afternoon. Hunkering down Ari sat down Mark who was in his arms onto the floor, his four boys now all huddled around him. All four of them equally protective over their momma, the queen of the household.

“Woah buddy, did you make this for me?” Ari smiled looking at the handiwork of his children, the coloured stick figures all holding hands, even chuckling at the way they had drawn his wife’s bump, a tiny stick figure inside. “That’s sissy, she’s not here yet” Harry pointed to the pink bow drawn into the figure in the bump, his hand reaching up to hold Y/n’s; all four of them equally momma’s boys and daddy’s boys. Even PJ who was the second youngest so far, the shyest of them all, who was always found with his nose in a book, away from any sort of interaction.

“So thoughtful did you show mommy this? Alright, this is going on the fridge, going to show this to your sister when she’s out, how about that?” He sighed standing up, watching them bounce about happily, seeing some of their eyes start to lid from exhaustion.

“Ari, I can tuck them into bed now, give you some time to get ready for bed?” Y/n offered picking up Mark and coddling him against her chest, his hands playfully clawing at her pendant which held an imprint of Ari’s thumb, although only them two knew it was a tracker. It was dangerous being the wife of a well known alpha.

“I can do it, I’ve got a new story to read to ‘em” Ari took Mark from her, picking up PJ into his other arm, instructing Luke to hold onto Harry’s hand up the stairs, “Remember, ass up baby, I don’t like being disappointed” Ari whispered as he leant in away from his boys, kissing his wife’s cheek one last time, sending her a wink and a smirk as he walked up the stairs. Boy was she in for a night.

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“Tulip, I missed you today, needed you so bad” Ari hummed nuzzling his nose up and down his mate’s neck, her scent filling his nose as his cock drove in and out of her sopping wet pussy, his tongue running over his mark on her neck; showing everyone that she was his. His eyes trained on her body as it jiggled and moved, his mouth clamping onto her breast as she whined and combed her fingers through his grown hair.

“M-Missed you too- oh fuck- kept dreamin o-of you” She whimpered feeling him suckle harder on her nipple, his hips smacking against her thighs repeatedly, his hands petting up the skin on her stomach and hips; thinking about how they were made just for carrying pups, his pups. Remembering at how during each pregnancy, she seemed to just grow sexier, having a motherly glow to her that was just so alluring. His tongue tasting the sweet milk that her body made, just for his pups, his groans sounding bc animalistic as her milk continued to spurt all over them both and into his waiting mouth.

“Yeah? Tell me what you dreamed of baby, fuck look at these tits just bouncing up in my face” He groaned watching her globes move in circular directions, slapping together creating lewd sounds, his right hand gripping her drool covered jaw as he licked up and down her face; taking the time to pull her mouth open and spit into it filthily. Her pouty lips shutting as she swallowed his saliva, spreading her tongue out for more, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“No. Tell me your dream, your alpha wants to hear it” He crooned slapping her cheek lightly to open her eyes, her face pouting like a puppy, “I-I you gave me puppies, lots n’ l-lots, shit” She squealed feeling his thumb reach down and play with her clit. Even feeling his hand slap her clit as if it was her ass, her pussy twitching at the spanking sensation before she saw stars. The gushing sound of her juices filling their bedroom as Ari chuckled darkly, watching his precious mate squirt all over his fat cock.

“Had you all round n’ big with my cum? You wanna give your alpha pups? What a good little omega you are, always wantin’ to make alpha happy” He cooed running his thumb up and down her second set of swollen lips, her hips jerking up at each sensation, her body burning with need feeling his cock harden back up while inside her. Reminding her of all the times she had cockwarmed him to sleep, only to be woken up by him mercilessly thrusting up into her pussy for his “breakfast”

“Mhm, want- want pups” His chin resting on her shoulder right by her ear. “Going to give you a whole litter Tulip, all swollen just for me, love to come home to you and our babies.” He groaned driving deeper and deeper each time, at some points he had even questioned whether he had physically hit the tip of her womb, causing her to scream out against the mattress in a fit of girlish giggles. At this point Y/n had forgotten what it was like to not be pregnant, constantly begging for him to fill her up with his cum, exactly what he wanted.

When Ari first saw her at the ceremony, she was being paraded around as the only daughter of the oldest clan in the country, immediately being surrounded by wealthy alphas from all over. To her the whole thing was terrifying, seeing all these men trying to lure her, only for her breath to be taken away by a certain beefy man. The only man who had taken the time to ask her what she liked, disliked and how she was doing. At that point she was ready to drop her panties and be bred, he just had her in a spell, like she had him.

“O-oh, am cumming a-again alpha” She squealed cradling her bump as it rippled and moved with the rest of her body, Ari’s balls smacking against her as he gave it one last effort, emptying his hot load into her sopping wet cavern. If she wasn’t pregnant, she would have been now. Her pussy clenching to keep his seed inside once he pulled out, her fingers reaching out to hold onto him straight away. “God if anyone came in here, they’d think it was some sorta breeding ground” He chuckled licking up the sweet sweat on her cleavage, his teeth raking over her milky breasts, sending a wink her way.

Her tired eyes never failed to smile up at him dazzlingly, sending his protective possessive heart into an overload. His hand cradling her stomach as she turned into his side, starting the process of humping herself onto his body, all for his scent.

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college!chris evans x college!reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you regret many things, but nothing more than not hearing him out.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: *attempted sexual assault* (vague), exes to lovers, alcohol, violence, drugging, asshole!Ari Levinson, insinuation to v*, drunk sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: all credit for this pairing goes to @natashasera <3

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Chris watched as you walked passed him on campus as if he didn't exist. as if the two of you weren't just in love, weren't just planning to graduate and move in together. as if the two of you weren't planning your future together.

but he knew the reason why you just ignored him. he fucked it all up. he took your heart from your chest, and crushed it without a second thought, all because the two of you got into a stupid fight, and instead of apologizing to you, he apologized to 6 beers at the bar with his friends.

he regrets talking to the pretty blonde. he regrets complimenting her obviously fake Gucci shirt. but most of all, he regrets leaving his drink with her when he went to the bathroom.

being the quarterback on the college football team, word got out after his roommate, Jake, came back from a smoke, and found him cozying up with the pretty blonde. Jake told their teammates, and their teammates told their own partners, and eventually, word got around to Inez Wallis, the school gossip who was in love with Chris and was very bad at hiding it.

she had tried to convince you that Chris had cheated on you in the past, and whenever you asked for proof, she couldn't give any, and thats how you knew she was lying. this time, however, she was telling the truth.

"here," Inez said, handing you her phone. "this is what Jake is sending to everyone."

your heart broke into a million little pieces, the wind rushing out of your lungs, shattered heart pounding in your ears. it was Chris.

it was Chris, sitting close, too close, at the bar with the blonde girl from your Calculus class that was a teachers pet, and had had her eyes on Chris since freshman year.

"n-no," you stuttered. "t-that can't be true. Chris w-would never." you begged Inez to tell you that she was joking, that it was April 1st, that when you asked Chris about this later, he would deny it with such truth in his features that you couldn't deny it.

"it's true." she said, a satisfied smile on her face.

you turned on your heel, and practically ran to confront the man who you thought would be yours forever.

since that day, you hadn't spoken to him. you hadn't looked at him, answered any of his texts, or acknowledged his existence in anyway.

any gift he sent was back at his doorstep the next day. every text was thrown back with a 'not delivered' in red.

it was like you deleted him from your life, and moved on without a second thought, if the way you danced with Ari to his favourite song at the residence hall's Christmas party was any indication of how you were doing.

Chris wasn't doing well. not as well as you were. water became beer, study hall became two hour long naps in the middle of the day, mealtimes became gym sessions.

he was thinner, paler, more tired. he could barely keep his eyes open in class. his grades were slipping, and guilt with anxiety constantly swirled in his stomach, and no matter how many times he emptied his stomach, it remained.

thats how he ended up here, scrolling through instagram on a Friday, a beer in his hand. he was on the verge of sleep, ready to put the dreadful week behind him, and sleep the entire weekend.

his eyes shot open, however, when he saw you in a photo from his teammate, Steve.

you were making out with Ari, the same asshole who you danced with. the beer bottle fell and shattered on the hardwood of his bedroom, and he was springing up from the bed, the alcohol and lack of sleep and regular meals making him act rashly.

he checked his 'find my friends' app, and saw where the party was, before taking off in that direction.

he stormed through the frat house, looking in every room, every nook and cranny for you. he sprinted up the stairs, ignoring the room spinning.

he threw open every door that stood in his way, and skidded to a stop. you were passed out on some frat guys bed, and Ari, the cocky asswipe, was on top of you, his hands running up your shirt, a visible tent in his pants.

before he could think, Chris bolted towards him, and body slammed him to the ground. he straddled him, much like Ari was on top of you moments ago, and didn't hesitate to throw punches at his face. the skin of his knuckles screamed at him, but he didn't care. despite coming here to yell at you, a protectiveness overtook him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop.

the shouting from Chris woke you up. your face contorted into horror as you saw what Chris was doing.

"CHRIS!" you shouted, falling to your knees and trying to push Chris off of Ari.

he shook your hand off and continued to beat him up. you tried again, but you were shook off again. you scrambled to your feet, and ran out of the room, in search of help. you found Anthony, and dragged him back up to the room.

Anthony jumped into action, and grabbed Chris around the shoulders before dragging him off of Ari. "fuck man," Anthony said, as Chris fought against him, unable to escape. "what the hell are you doing?"

"i'm gonna kill him!" Chris shouted, trying to pry Anthony's arms off of him, but being unsuccessful.

"dude, stop!" Anthony shouted, rolling over and pinning him to the ground. "you're scaring the shit outta y/n!"

that snapped Chris out of it, and he craned his neck to look at you. you were in the corner, back pressed against the wall, terror on your face as your eyes were locked on Chris.

Anthony released him, and Chris crumpled to the ground. "fuck!" Chris spat, slamming his shaking hand on the floor. "'m sorry, y/n."

you watched as Anthony dragged Ari out of the room, and left the two of you alone.

"w-" you stuttered. "why did you do that?" you asked shakily, watching as Chris sat against the opposite wall. "what has he done to you?"

"he was fuckin' assaulting you, y/n." Chris said, and the corners of your lips pointed down, tears brimming his eyes.

"no." you said. "no he wasn't."

"yes he was."

"no you're just mad that i'm moving-"

"y/n, he was on top of you, with a goddamn boner, and his fuckin' hands were about to touch your tits!" Chris yelled, his head hitting the wall behind him. "if anything, you should be thankin' me."

"why should i do that? why should i give you the time of day?" you said, and Chris ran his hand over his face.

"because i didn't get a chance to fucking explain what the hell happened with her," he said.

"you don't need to explain!" you shouted, burying your head in your hands. "you got drunk outta your mind, and had sex with someone else! what else is there to explain?!" you demanded and Chris groaned.

"i didn't sleep with her."

"sure you fucking didn-"

"she fuckin' drugged me." he said. he watched as you processed the news. he moved to sit beside you, and breathed when you didn't make an effort to move away. "i went to the bathroom, and left my drink with her. when i came back, it tasted different, and i stopped drinking it. i got really fucking dizzy after that, and ended up leaving." he explained.

your heart pounded, but as you looked in his eyes, you found no trace of a lie in his face. he might be a good actor, but he was a shitty liar. all you found was truth.

"i only realized what it was a few weeks later, but by that time, you were pretending i didn't exist. i swear to god, y/n, i'd never cheat on you. you know what Ma would do to me if i did something like that? i'd never see the light of day again because i'd be six feet under." he said, and you shook your head, unable to believe your own stupidity.

"i'm so sorry, Chris," you said, turning to look at him. "i'm so fucking sorry. if i had known-" you said, and Chris shook his head.

"don't." he said. "don't say what you would have done. i just want to move past it." he said, you gulped.

"okay." you whispered, and offered him your hand. he took it, and intertwined your fingers.

Chris leaned in closer, your shoulders touching. Chris rested his forehead against your head, and inhaled.

you still smelled the same, and Chris had never been more grateful for that.

"i should have listened to you." you said, playing with his fingers. "if i had, we could be in your dorm, having sex rather than sitting here and making you relive what happened."

Chris shook his head, releasing your hand and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "don't overthink it." he whispered. "what happened, happened, and all we can do is move past it." he explained. he pressed a kiss to your temple with a smile. "I got approved for that apartment we looked at." he said. you looked up at him.

"really?" you asked softly, and he nodded.

"yup." he said, leaning closer and bumping his nose with yours. "we can move in anytime after April 30th." he said, and you bit your lip.

"you still wanna live with me?" you asked, and Chris nodded, moaning quietly.

"mhm." he whispered. "of course i wanna." he said, and swallowed, his adams apple bobbing as you giggled.

"c'mere," he whispered, tugging you onto his lap. his hand cupped your cheek, and slid to the back of your neck, before bringing your forehead to rest on his. he licked his lips, and his vision zeroed in on your lips.

"please tell me i can kiss you," he said, and as soon as you nodded, he was surging forward and catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

as soon as your lips touched, the two of you fell back into your old rhythm. his hands ran down your back and gripped your ass, squeezing your cheeks and pressing you against him.

your breasts brushed against his chest, nipples perking up at the contact. you moaned into his mouth, and disconnected your lips as he slid his legs down, and spread his thighs. you threw your head back and moaned, letting him suck a hickey into the skin of your neck, while his hands gripped your hips, and helped you grind against his bulge.

he moved your legs over his hips, and maneuvered to his knees. he pressed your back against the floor, and slid his hands under your sundress.

"fuck," he moaned, separating your lips briefly. "gonna fuck you so good," he whispered, and his fingers curled around your underwear, pulling them down.

his hands gripped your thighs, and pulled them up, and then apart. "fuckin' beautiful," he said, looking at your dripping pussy. he chuckled as your hands pawed at his shirt, wanting it off. he all but ripped it off, leaning over, and kissing you deeply as he fiddled with his tie on his sweatpants. he managed to finally undo the knot and pushed them down, his hand gripping his hard and leaking cock, running it through your folds, collecting some wetness on the head.

"gonna let me fuck you?" he asked quietly, and you moaned, your back arching. he pressed his head to your entrance, and slowly slid in, squeezing his eyes shut as you enveloped him in your warm, wet heat, a heat he had been deprived of for too long.

he snapped his hips against yours, grabbing your leg, and throwing it over his shoulder. his hips slowly picked up speed, and he leaned over you, kissing you deeply as he pounded deeper and deeper.

suddenly, he pulled out and pulled you on top of him. he reached behind you with his right hand, and guided himself back inside of you. his hand squeezed your hips and guided you on his cock.

"fuck," you moaned, thighs trembling. you squeezed around him, and jolted forwards when his hand slapped your ass, and let out a moan.

"jesus, baby," he breathed, his head falling to the floor, eyes remaining on you. "your pussy is chokin' my fucking cock," his hand slapped your thigh, and he slid his hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit.

"you're s' deep," you gasped as Chris circled the small nub, his brows knit in concentration.

"yeah," he questioned, glancing up at you. "gonna let me fill you up?"

you nodded, dress covered breasts bouncing in front of his eyes. "please-" you begged, feeling your body begin to tense, the hot heat growing in your lower abdomen, pants escaping from your mouth.

"oh yeah, baby." he said. "you're so fucking close." he said, and you whimpered, thighs trembling even more. Chris noticed the trembling, and he grasped your hips, helping you to move to ease the tension off of your muscles.

"oh fuck, i'm close." he rasped, eyes squeezing shut, head tilting back, mouth opening in a hiss.

"m-me too," you stuttered, your eyes struggling to stay open.

Chris snapped his hips up, with a groan. "fuckin' soak me." he growled, his hands slapping your ass again, and you were sent over the edge less than a second later, mouth opening in a silent scream of intense pleasure as Chris stilled inside of you, hot jets of his cum shooting deep inside of you.

you fell forward as you came down from your earth shattering orgasm, and Chris's hand grasped your face, forcing you to make eye contact. "are you okay, bubba?" he asked quietly, his tired eyes searching your blissed out face.

you nodded subtlety, and his hands ran up and down your back as you laid down on his broad chest, moaning at the warmth he provided.

his fingers tilted your chin up, and his lips connected with yours once more. his lips massaged yours lovingly, and he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. his hand grabbed yours again, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

a tear rolled down your cheek, and Chris was quick to wipe it away.

"'m sorry i didn't listen to you," you gasped for air, and Chris sat up, leaning back against the bed, and cuddling you to his chest. "'m sorry i put you through hell." you said as you sobbed into his chest.

"shhh," he whispered into your hair. "it's okay, sweet girl," he assured. you always got slightly emotional after sex from your hormone levels dropping so quickly, and it made aftercare that much more intimate and loving. "just breathe, you're okay." he said, and you nodded, laying your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat thud under his skin.

Chris grabbed the hem of your dress, dragging it up and over your head. it was sweat soaked, and had some wrinkles in it. he replaced it with his shirt, and you cuddled into him once more.

"i know it's not my cardigan that you love, but it'll keep you decent until we get back to my dorm, because i'm not losing you again."

the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Chris’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots of fluff and soft Chris. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had. 

He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family. 

His stomach turned when your eyes widened. 

“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions. 

Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all. 

Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?” 

His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself. 

“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.” 

He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves. 

Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family. 

Which was stupid. 

It’s his family. 

He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal. 

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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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*immediately following part 12*

Reader POV

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.” 

You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water. 

With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris. 

Fuck. They know. 

Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you. 

You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man. 

Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.” 

“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out. 

Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.” 

Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward. 

What the fuck?

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Can I request little reader X Chris Evans 🥺👉👈

From your last fic, that point where she says, here's your dog." Same scenario... Like maybe Chris hears that you are not faithful to him or something and is mad about it. little baby is playing with doger and he yells at her and says he's not her dog etc etc. Is very mean until she probably runs away and he realises his mistake and tries hard to find her? Plenty fluff.

Thank you 🥺❤️

my little baby

pairing: daddy!Chris Evans x little!Reader

warnings: angst, DDLG relationship, fluff, Chris accuses the reader of cheating, lots of crying.

a/n: thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Chris didn't know why he was letting this article get to him.

there were always going to be articles accusing you of cheating on him, but he should have learned to not let it affect him.

but when there were pictures of you out to lunch with another guy, he was livid. instead of confronting you about it, like any decent person would do, he just ignored you. not the smartest idea.

you had no idea why your daddy was ignoring you, but you assumed it was because he didn't love you anymore. you concluded that you must have done something to make him hate you, and you were just waiting for him to tell you he didn't want to be your daddy anymore.

you didn't know what you were going to do when that day came, but you could only hope to win him back over, but nothing worked.

you stopped trying, and just enjoyed the time you had left with Dodger until you weren't allowed to see him anymore.

you were playing with Dodger in yours and Chris's bedroom, when he came in. he had just gotten home from set, and he looked tired.

"hi, daddy." you said, and frowned when you got a grunt in return.

"I did all my chores," you said, hoping that would give you more of a response.

you got another grunt. your lower lip wobbled, and you turned to face him. "why are you mad at me?" you asked, tears rimming your eyes.

he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took off his jacket. "don't act like you don't know." he said, and you furrowed your brows, his angry attitude causing you to become even littler, your speech being affected.

"what I do?"

Chris rolled his eyes at you again and faced you. "don't play dumb, y/n. I saw the pictures. I know you're cheating on me. so I don't know why you're still here, playing with MY dog, when there's clearly someone else you'd rather be with." he spat, and you broke down in silent sobs at his accusation.

you sniffled, and Chris lost it. "enough with the damn tears! you're only crying because you got caught, so fucking quit it already!"

you looked up at him. "I not cheatin'!" you exclaimed, and Chris rolled his eyes.

"then why are there pictures of you with another guy all over Instagram and Twitter?!" he yelled, and you finally clued in to why he thought that, but it just made you even angrier.

you stood up and faced him. "dat was my fwend! he's gay!" you said, before crying more and walking fast towards the door.

"I weave. you pway with your doggy!" you spat, and ran out the door. you heard Chris swear and come after you, but you continued running, increasing your speed. your eyes locked on the front door just as you realized that Chris was chasing after you, and made a beeline for it.

"Y/N NO!" Chris yelled at you as you opened the door, but you didn't stop. you weren't allowed to leave the house without him when you were little, but you didn't care about the rules at the moment, only getting away from the mean man.

you ran out the door and down the driveway. your feet hurt like hell as they pounded against the rock driveway, but after a few seconds it stopped, and you realized it was because Chris reached you and picked you up.

"hey! stop!" he said, as you sobbed and struggled against him. "C'mon. inside." he said as he struggled to get you and your flailing limbs in the house.

"NO!" you screeched, but to no avail. he carried you inside, and sat you on the couch. he crouched in front of you and tried brushing the hair out of your eyes but you wouldn't let him. "'TOP! NO TOUCHING!" you screeched while sobbing and Chris backed up and sitting on the coffee table, respecting your boundaries.

you curled up in a ball and sobbed, not looking at Chris as he started talking.

"baby, I'm so sorry." he said, but you sobbed harder. "I should have talked to you instead of assuming and believing the internet. baby, look at dada, please?" he asked and you shook your head.

"baby?" he begged, a hint of tears in his voice, and you shook your head.

"NO! you think I cheated on you! I hate you!" you expressed, and Chris couldn't stop his tears that fell as you said the last three words.

"baby, please just look at me." he begged and you shook your head again.

"go away!" you begged back, and he tried once more.

"honey, I-"

"GO AWAY!" you screeched, and he finally complied, walking out of the room and giving you space.

you didn't move for hours, eventually falling asleep on the couch from exhaustion. Chris had tried earlier to bring you dinner but you yelled at him again and he hadn't bothered you since.

eventually Chris ventured back down the stairs to try and coax you to bed, when he found you asleep on the couch in nothing hut your leggings and a t shirt, trembling ever so slightly.

he sighed, and scooped you up. he carried you up the stairs, and laid you under the covers in bed. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and grabbed the spare comforter from the closet that he had for cold winter nights, and headed downstairs to the couch. he laid down on the couch and fell into a restless sleep.

that was, until 4 am, when he was awoken by sobbing and a weight on his chest. he looked down and teared up when he saw you sitting on the floor in front of him, your head on his chest facing him and sobbing.

you noticed he was awake, and your sobs increased. "I sorry dada." you sobbed, and Chris sat up slightly. he ran a hand through your hair and shushed you but you continued apologizing. "I not hate you. I wove you." you sobbed, and Chris sighed.

"can dada touch you?" he asked and you immediately gave him consent. he lifted you up and settled you onto your chest before lying back down.

"I know you don't hate me, sweetie. and even if you did, I wouldn't blame you. I should have come right to you when I saw those pictures, instead of letting my anger and jealousy grow and exploding on you." he said, and smiled internally as you watched him with hopeful eyes. "I especially shouldn't have exploded on you when you're little. you didn't deserve that. I am also insanely sorry that I said Dodger was my doggy, not yours. he's both of ours, and you're so attentive, caring and loving with him. he's just as much yours and he is mine." he said, squeezing you tighter to his chest.

"gonna punish me for runnin' away?" you asked, fear making your voice waver.

he shook his head. "no. never. I scared you and you thought I didn't love you anymore, right?" he asked, and you sadly nodded. "well, I love you so much my little girl." he whispered.

you smiled at him and your eyes began to flutter shut, Chris humming a tune as you drifted. just before you fell asleep he pressed a kiss to your head.

"I love you, my little baby."

DOM & SUB || Chris Evans x reader one shot

Words: 1103

Warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

SUMMARY: Chris and his girlfriend are having good time together.

Author: Rouge and Ailo

I gave a gentle lick to the head of his cock and he bucked his hips. “God, please. Please, please, I need it.” Chris moaned, straining against his restraints. “I’ll do anything. Please just, please.” I lick my lips as I look down at the poor man beneath me. Chris was covered in fresh love bites, on his neck, chest, abs, even his thighs. The abs and thighs were where he had started getting desperate for more. Just about every inch of him had been at least kissed or licked. Well, there were more than a few inches that hadn't been given any attention this whole time until just now. “Please, what?” I ask, teasing him with my hot breath on his cock. “Fuck’s sake woman! Either suck my cock or ride it! I can't take anymore teasing!” He barked out, trying even harder to get free. That was all I needed, I wrapped the head of his cock with my mouth and took him as far as I could. “Yes!” He cried out as he thrust his cock even further down my throat, choking me slightly. I may have teased him a bit too much. Not my fault, he loved it and I just wanted to do what he loved. I knew the more I teased, the harder he would eventually come and I wanted him to have a mindblowing orgasm tonight. I sucked him hard and used my mouth to the best of my abilities. He was letting out enough curses between moans. I loved his dirty mouth. I release his cock from my mouth, much to his... Disappointment. “I swear to fucking God if you do not finish me off I’ll....” And he trailed off as he thrusted his cock towards me and groaned. “You’ll what?” I ask and lick him from tip to base. “GOD! I WILL FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU WON’T WALK FOR A MONTH. THEN I’LL FUCK YOU HARD EVERY DAY OF THAT MONTH. I’LL FILL YOUR PUSSY WITH EVERY DROP OF MY COME. I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU ALL MINE.” If I hadn't already been turned on that would certainly have done the trick. “God, yes, yes, yes, yes. Baby, please ride me. Ride me now.” I was so wet it was easy to slide slowly down his impressively girthy cock. From how he was panting and leaning his head back into the pillows I knew he was struggling not to thrust into me before I was ready. Once he was all the way in I let out a moan. Sweet Jesus, that feels good. Chris filled me so completely and it was still amazing even almost after a year of having sex with him. I lifted myself up until only the head of him was in me and then I dropped myself back down onto him. He cried out, struggling against his restraints again. “Do you want those off?” I ask. “What zone are we in?” “Very fucking green. I’m loving this. I want them off but I’ll take control if you take them off and I want you in control right now.” He says and I feel reassured so I keep going. “Alright, honey. All you have to do is ask and control is yours.” I remind him. He nods and looks down my body, licking his lips as he looks at my breasts, then letting out a moan as he looks at where we’re connected. He leans his head back with a smile as he bites his bottom lip slightly. I can't help but smile at him, he is so fucking gorgeous underneath me with his hands tied above his head. But enough of that, I need to ride him like this is my last night on earth. I start a gentle rhythm, going up and down his length. This feels nice, it’s intimate, but I need more once that I’ve adjusted to him. My hands are resting on his abs and I start to bounce up and down on him fast and with more force. His eyes had been closed while he enjoyed the slow movements from before but now they shot open as he looked at me with his mouth open. With his mouth open even the smallest of his sounds of pleasure came out while I started riding him hard. I drag my nails down his chest and he starts bucking his hips and arching his back. “Fuck! Harder. Dig your nails in baby.” He begs and keeps bucking his hips into me. I swear it is a struggle to not come undone already but if I come now I don't think I’ll have the strength to keep riding him. I clench around him while a go up and down and drag my nails along his chest again making sure to dig in harder. From the way his eyes roll back into his head and the downright sinful moan that escapes his mouth I can tell I did things just right. His beautiful mouth stays open in an O shape. That means he’s getting close, thank goodness because I am seconds from my own. I quickly reach up to his hands, pausing my movements on his cock, much to his displeasure. I free his hands and continue to ride him. “God, fuck me, Chris, fuck me!” I moan and lean down onto his chest. He grabs my hips, taking control as he’s supposed to, and he pounds into me for all he’s worth. I snap back into an upright position while he pounds into me from below. God, the way he hits all the right spots drives me wild. “I’m, I’m gonna, oh tell me you’re close.” He says as his thrusts are now utterly frantic. “Yes!” I damn near screech out as I orgasm, spasming around him, my nails digging into his chest. He grips my hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. He arches into me as deep as he can while pulling me down onto his cock as much as possible. His orgasm finally is hitting him as he pumps into me a last few times, cumming deep inside of me. I collapse onto his heaving chest and nearly fall asleep right there. I finally catch my breath and the waves of pleasure eventually subside enough that I can think. Then we cuddle up. “Fucking amazing.” He says with a contented sigh as his arm is being wrapped around my waist. “I love you." "I love you too" I only whisper, kissing his pulsepoint as I close my eyes, slowly falling asleep next to him.

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘

Pairing; Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings; smut, dark themes, non con, breeding kink, oral- both receiving, degrading, size difference, unbalanced power dynamic, huge daddy kink, choking- to the point reader can’t breathe, dumbification, dacryphillia, spanking, steve is very dark in this, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!

Summary; Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, the man everybody loved, his soul soft, standing against all evils. Until he got a taste of that sweet power. He became hungry. Now, you have no choice but to obey his rules. Can you bring him back to the light? Or is it too late? (it’s definitely too late)

here we have my first ever full fic! firstly i would like to give a huge thankyou to @dbnightingale24 for giving me the confidence and tips to write this! and another big thankyou to @evansbby and @hansensgirl for inspiring me in the first place for begin writing💘it’s around 3k words and i really put my all into this so please don’t forget to comment and reblog, i would love to hear all of your feedback!🫶🏻 much love, cherry.

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Steve Rogers, the man everyone respected, the man everyone believed in, looked up too. The man you used to cherish, his sweet boyish nature drawing you in from the moment you met. His pearly blues that used to soften as they fell on you, his gentle touch as he caressed your hair, the tender, loving kisses he used to leave all over your body.

Until Fury resigned that was.

Steve was officially the new director of shield, to which nobody opposed, i mean, who would right? He was Captain America, the man out of time. He was perfcet for the role. Strong willed, commanding yet understanding, he had respect for those beneath him and most of all he was compassionate, something that was hard to find in a good leader. This didn't last for long, of course.

Steve shortly became power hungry, his morals became more sick and twisted as his methods became more sadistic. He was violent, cruel…volatile. There was no bringing back Steve Rogers. The problem was he dragged everybody else down with him, nobody dared to stand up to Steve, too frightened of the consequences.

Tony couldn't talk Steve down, he tried for a while, attempted to reach out to him, guide him back to the light...but nothing worked. Tony couldn't do it, nor could you, not even his best friend of over a decade could sway his newfound mindset. You all figured it was best to keep your heads down from now on and follow Steves orders, no matter how out of line they seemed.

Not that you had a choice anyway.

Bucky was short to follow in his footsteps as his second in command. Both cruel and unforgiving. Your friendship with Bucky was practically non-exhistant, you no longer had movie nights together, giggling with big buckets of popcorn.

A simple nod of his head as he passed you down the hall was about as much as you would get. Steve wouldn't allow it now anyway.

Steve's display of affection changed alongside him, the love he made was no longer passionate, or gentle. In fact, he didn’t make love at all anymore… what he made was simply rough, hard, fucking.

The marks he left behind were no longer loving hickeys while he whispered in your ear, moaning sweet nothings as he gently thrusted his hips into your own. His eyes, gleaming with nothing but pure devotion.

They were bruises... bruises from how hard his hips slammed into your ass from behind, his grip tight on your hair, pulling and tugging as your skin became flustered at the impact of his thrusts. You missed the man he was. You often thought about that life while his cock was busy destroying your cunt. He didn’t care about your pleasure anymore, you were nothing but a hole for him to fuck.

From a distance you could hear Steves heavy boots storming down the coridoor. The sound was instantly unsettling. Your body recognising the noise as a trigger for an oncoming threat, sending you into alert mode.

You stood from your office chair on shaky legs, your posture rigid as he turned the corner to enter. His 6'4, stoic figure coming into view, casting a shadow that filled the room. His broad shoulders spread wide, his presence making your tummy tighten with unease.

He said nothing as he stared down at you, your fingers tugging at your short pink skirt- which he had chosen out for you this morning, the same way he customised your figure every morning. Claiming your dumb, baby brain was incapable of choosing an outfit that proved elegance and professionalism. In reality it was the complete opposite.

He liked to dress you in short skirts, ones that left little to the imagination, your asscheeks peeking out most days and revealing blouses, your tits practically spilling out of your shirts. You were highly sought after by the males at the compound before he came and scooped you up a few years ago.

They knew you were his, i mean he was your boyfriend for several years, you were what the female agents used to coo at, naming you as "couple goals". Where Steve went, you went, and vice versa. You were always seen smiling and giggling together, tag teaming on missons and holding hands as you explored the compound.

But, as steves power grew so did his insecurity. His possesive nature grew strong, wanting, no, needing to show other men you belonged to him, and only him. And you always would, whether you liked it or not.

"Get on your knees."

"Wh-What?"

"Get on your knees. You know i don't like to repeat myself." he growls while pushing your office door closed with one arm from behind, not daring to take his eyes of you.

You gulped as he stepped forward, caging you inbetween his thick biceps as you lean against your desk. One thing he was always good at was making you feel small. Even before all of this. Of course it wasn't anywhere near as threatening as it was now. He used to joke about how tiny you were compared to him, how he could pick you up with one hand, it was cute how big and protective he was of you.

Now, he used it to his advantage. He knew you feared him. He knew that you knew, you would never be able to run from him. He would overpower you every damn time with his brute strength.

There was no running from Steve Rogers. His thick beard scraped against your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine as he groaned into your neck, your scent driving him wild.

He whispered darkly in your ear "Final chance. Get on your knees. Now, or you won't like what'll happen if you refuse me again."

You inhaled sharply, goosebumps spreading across your body in pure fear, or ecstacy. It was hard to tell these days. Steve had conditioned you so well to his own liking that even your body reacted to him in ways you would never fully understand. Or so he says.

Slowly you inched down towards the floor with your knees bent. The cold, rough flooring instantly proving to be uncomfortable as you figited. But Steve didn't care about that, why would he? His thick hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him through hooded eyelids.

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, he then pushes further, massaging your tongue as saliva begins to pool in your mouth. Removing his thumb slowly, he tugged on your bottom lip with pinched fingers. Before you even realised what was happening he shoves two fingers down your throat.

You sputter and gag around his thick digits, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the hard floor. Your eyes squeezed shut in pain as tears began rolling down your flustered cheeks.

His other hand is quick to grip your hair, tugging harshly. "You fuckin' look at me while daddy gags you with his fingers. Actin' like you don't get off on this shit. You love it. Say 'thankyou daddy'." he mocks with a high pitched tone.

Desperately trying to get the words out, you mumble around his fingers, seeming incoherent. He laughs darkly at your poor attempt, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat, gagging you one last time before pulling out.

"You gonna' be a good whore n' suck my dick? Huh? You fuckin' slut." His hand reaches down, pulling your shirt to the side, making your tits spill out. You hear him let out a loud groan, his pants tightening at the sight of your bare chest. He pinches your hard nipple roughly, rolling it roughly inbetween his index finger and thumb as you cry out, tears continuing to stream down your cheeks.

He shushes your cries gently as he begins to massage the same spot he previously assaulted making you keen with pleasure.

He had a thing for associating pain with pleasure, confusing your silly little brain into thinking the hurt he put you through was a good thing since pleasure soon followed. That he was rewarding you.

"Unzip me. Cmon' you dumb baby, take daddys fat cock out."

Listening to your own heartbeat in your ears, your head pounding with adrenaline, your fingers itch towards his pants. Which was apparently too slow for his liking as his grip on your hair tightens, making you sqeeze your eyes shut briefly before opening them, not wanting to anger him further.

You hurridly unzip his pants, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It's angry head pointing towards you as he grips the base with his other hand, slowing pumping his shaft over your face.

He pushes his bulbous tip into your closed lips, smearing his hot precum all over them. When you refuse to open your mouth he growls, pinching your nostrils closed. Feeling the air begin to leave your lungs, you gasp for breath and he's quick to shove his dick down your throat.

Gagging at the intrusion you cry harder, your lips stretching to fit around his thick length. his hips thrusting into your face as he fucks your throat harshly.

"That's it, you whore. Take daddys dick all the way down your throat. You fuckin' remember this the next time you try to refuse me."

His hand which was previously tugging at your hair moves towards your throat, holding you in a tight grip.

"Fuck... i can feel my fuckin' cock in that tiny throat of yours. Love it when you cry f' me, just makes me want to fuck you even harder, sweet girl." he grunts loudly over the sound of your gagging. Steve swiftly pulls his dick out as you keel over, coughing and sputtering, your throat sore from his brutal assault.

Before you even have a chance to gain your breath, his thick hands grip your shoulders, pulling you upright, bending you over your desk. Your legs shaking as he positions you so your ass is sticking out.

Lowering himself to the ground, he grips the flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly as he lifts up your skirt, briskly pulling your panties to the side. He shoves his nose into your pussy, groaning in delight at your sweet scent.

"Fuck i could live inbetween these slutty legs, your cunt's always ready for daddy, huh? Trained you so well." Your sticky juices smeared across your legs, dripping with desire, his facial hair bristling against your thighs making you squirm.

He mercilessly pushes his tongue as deep as it can go into your hole. You whimper as he laps up your wetness, his tongue prodding at your insides. Your arousal soaking his beard while your pussy clenched around his tongue. He pulls away for a moment, “God, how do you taste so fuckin’ good.” he groans.

Reaching back to grip his hair in your small fists, you go to push his face back into your cunt, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand grips your wrist tightly, pining your arm to the desk, a sure reminder of who's in charge, seeming as you had forgotten your place. “Stay fuckin’ still or i’ll stop. Don’t you ever pull that shit again.”

You moan lewdly as he moves to latch onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Groaning into your pussy as he fists his cock.

Your eyes begin to roll back as your orgasm itches closer. Steve, realising this, pulls away once again. Your juices stringing from your clit to his lips as you cry out, your orgasm beginning to fade.

"Stop with the fuckin' whining. Daddy's gonna' fuck you now. Tell daddy how much you want his cock...Cmon. No need to act all innocent now." he pressures at your hesitation.

"P-Please daddy wan' you to fuck me."

"You can do better than that." Steve husks, giving your ass a harsh smack from behind, knowing your skin will blister from his force.

Your lips quiver as you cry, "Please! N-Need your cock inside me so badly, wan' you to destroy me for anybody else. Wanna' feel you in my cervix daddy, Jus' wanna make you feel good. Love how full you make me feel. Please...I-I'll die if you don't fuck me. Pretty pretty ple-."

and before you can finish your sentence your cut off by your own scream, his cock dissapearing inbetween your folds as he bottoms out with a singular thrust. Your legs become slack as your body spasms at the intrustion, his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as you squirm, instinctively trying to escape his hold.

"F-Fuck, Y-Your so big daddy. It hurts so bad, p-pull out!"

"Shut up." he groans as his thick hand covers your mouth from behind. “Gonna fuckin’ dog fuck you til you can’t think of anything but this fat fuckin’ cock you dirty little slut, you hear me?” he practically growls as he begins to fuck you.

The sound of clapping skin begins to fill the room, agents around the compound sure to hear the way his dick bruitalises your cunt.

"Such a filthy girl i have, always so desperate for daddy to fuck you, even when you try and deny it, i know this sweet pussy would never lie to me." He coos in your ear as you sob, your face wet with tears and saliva.

"My messy whore, see what happens when you don't listen to me? You see what a mess you become? Fuck. You look so pretty like this, this is how you should always be, filled to the brim with my fat dick.”

Steve had always loved fucking you braindead, watching as your eyes glaze over and your tongue begins to hang out of your mouth, drooling all over yourself. It made him feel powerful, like you were dependent on him. Which you were in a sense, always so needy and desperate for him to fuck you.

The impact of his animalistic thrusts turn your skin raw as he speeds up. His arm wrapping around your waist, pressing you close to him as he spreads his legs further apart, hitting a new angle inside your pussy. You let out a loud wanton moan as his balls slap against your clit.

“F-Fuck yes! H-Harder daddy.”

“Yeah? You like that? I know you do, it’s okay. Is my little girls brain goin’ fuzzy? Huh? Poor girl.” Steve mocked, amusement clear in his tone. "M' gonna' cum. Daddy please can i cum?" you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening, a warning that your orgasm was near.

"Yeah baby? You gonna' cum for me you dirty whore? Go ahead, cum all over my dick. Can feel you clenching around me, grippin' me like a fuckin' vice."

Your cream coats his length as you let out a muffled cry, biting your lip harshly as you cum.

"T-Thankyou daddy. Feels s-so good..." you babble, your thick cream creating a ring around the base of his cock. Your weight giving out once again as Steve holds you, smirking as he watches you come undone, giving you no escape from his relentless thrusts.

His thick shaft pummeling your insides as you scream with ecstacy, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.

"F-Fuck look at that... love watching your cream leak around my cock, taking this dick so good for me. Gonna' cum inside you...yeah? You want daddy to fill you up?" he groans as his own orgasm nears, talking himself through it.

"God, this cunt treats me like a fuckin' king. It's coming baby, daddys gonna cum, Oh fuck fuckkk." his hips twitch and his balls throb as his load begins to fill you, shooting out thick ropes of hot cum into your pussy. Moaning at the sensation of his warmth inside you.

“Take my fuckin’ cum. That’s it, good girl. Love watchin’ your pussy swallow my hot fuckin load, bet you love it too, hm? You slut.” he pants, exhausted from the brutal fucking he just gave you.

He snaps out of it almost instantly, pulling out without warning and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

Giving your ass a harsh smack, he steps back. You turn to look at him, your eyes glazed over. He stares at the ground with no emotion as he combs his locks with his fingers, making himself seem presentable.

Hope fills you, your heart races as you lick your lips in anticipation, wondering if he will stay to comfort you and hold you the way he used to many months ago.

But he doesn't. You get nothing but a short glance as he turns to exit your office, slamming the door shut on his way out. You slump down against the floor, a complete mess.

Your soft cries turn to sobs, breathing rapidly, your hands gripping your hair as you raise your knees to your chest. It was almost as if he had you in a trance when he was burried inside your cunt, as soon as he was done it was like the fog in your brain had cleared.

People told you there was no bringing the old Steve back, that your sweet, caring boyfriend was gone. Replaced by a monster.

You didn't want to believe them... but maybe you should've.