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A Native American man confronts “anti-illegal immigration" protesters in Arizona.

“You’re all illegal!” “We didn’t invite none of you here!” “We’re the only Native Americans here!” [Pointing to the American flag] “That represents blood. That represents blood spilled by Native Americans protecting this land from the invaders!”

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I’ll never let him leave the house he so fineee😩

Might Not Make It

Warning: Slight smut (+18)

"Damn babe, you might not make it to that meeting lookin' like this," you remarked with a playful smirk. He smiled, his eyes squinting as they traced over your form while you balanced precariously on the bed, adjusting his tie. Despite standing on the elevated surface, he still towered over you, although not by much.

You couldn't help but shower him with compliments as you straightened his attire. He was irresistible. Dressed to perfection in his suit, he exuded an air of sophistication that left you weak at the knees. A man in a well-tailored suit was your kryptonite, and right now, he embodied that perfectly.

To top it off, he had applied a cologne that hung in the air, its scent stirring something deep within you. It was becoming increasingly difficult to not pounce him.

"Well, I better get out of here then," he chuckled, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips teasingly.

"Oh God, don't do that," you whimpered, feeling yourself crumbling under the weight of his gaze.

"Do what?" he asked, arching an eyebrow in amusement.

"Nothing, nevermind... just gimme a kiss," you pouted, longing for the comfort of his lips against yours.

With a swift movement, he scooped you up by the waist, earning a startled squeal and a burst of giggles before he gently placed your feet back on solid ground.

He lingered for a moment, his gaze softening as he brushed a stray coil from your face, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your neck. Your breath hitched as you bit your lip, surrendering to his touch.

"Roman, you need to leave because—"

A moan escaped your lips as his skilled fingers slipped beneath your tights, grazing your clit with practiced precision.

"Because?" he whispered huskily in your ear, backing you against the wall.

It was a struggle to form coherent thoughts, especially with his hands and lips all over you. All you could manage was to meet his gaze with a desperate longing, your lips captured between your teeth.

"Because... you might not..make it..." you whimpered, your words trailing off into a soft moan as his fingers worked their magic, driving you closer to the edge with the touch of his finger.

His eyes darkened as he felt your juices coating his fingers, his own need growing as he watched you melt.

"Don't worry about me not making it, baby girl... let's just worry about you cummin'," he murmured, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. You trembled under his touch, the sensations overwhelming yet exhilarating.

As his fingers withdrew, you whimpered at the loss, only to fall silent as you watched him bring his moistened fingers to his lips, his tongue swirling sensually around them before he sucked them into his mouth.

Drawing you close with an arm around your waist, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, peppering knee-weakening kisses along your skin. His tongue trailed from your neck to your earlobe, nibbling gently as his hands roamed freely, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch.

"Oh, baby girl..." he cooed into your ear, his grip tightening possessively as he teased you.

"Daddy's going to—"

His sentence was abruptly interrupted by the ringtone of his phone, earning a groan of frustration from both of you.

"Hello," he answered with a hint of irritation, his eyes apologetic as he glanced at you.

You stood with crossed arms, leaning against the wall, your body flushed and hair tousled from your encounter.

"Yeah, no, I'm on my way to the meeting... I'm kind of stuck in some traffic but I'll be there in a few... yeah... alright, see you then." he muttered into the phone before slipping it back into his pocket.

"Sorry, babe, we'll finish this later. I promise," he said softly, his hands lingering on your waist as he leaned in for a tender kiss. His lips embraced yours, sucking softly on your bottom lip as he pulled away slowly.

"You promise?" you pouted, your bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.

"Promise," he assured you, sealing the vow with one last peck before reluctantly pulling away.

Once the door clicked shut behind him, you collapsed to the floor with a dramatic sigh, throwing a tiny tantrum of frustration.

"All I wanted was some dick!" you whined, flinging your phone across the room in a fit of exasperation.

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you know you’re traumatized when a man treats you right & you think it’s a joke 😭

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Chileee

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Not catch my coochie😭

Double Stuffed

Oreo’s aren’t the only thing that are double stuffed around these parts 😌 enjoy

***I do not give anyone permission or my consent to repost, translate or copy my work!

Warnings 18+: 3️⃣ sum, Cursing , Voyuerism , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Nipple Stimulation , Squirting , Facial , Penetration (Vaginal 🤟🏾) PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Pairings: Gus March-Phillips(Henry Cavill) x Black!Plus Size Female(Regina) x Anders Lassen(Alan Ritchson)

Special Guest: Betty 💕 @augustsprincess

Description: Regina has the time of her life!

Word Count: 3.8K

‘Oh girl c’mon it’ll be fun!’ Betty exclaimed as she tugged Regina’s hands, pulling her in the direction of the pub that was booming with country music, soldiers in uniform lingering about.

‘Betty!’ She snatched her hand away, watching Betty stumble before once again gaining her footing. ‘Girl, my daddy is in the service! What if someone saw me in there!’ She whined out.

Her small friend pursed her lips together hard, dusting off her polka dotted dress in frustration and running her slender fingers through her freshly done candy curls.

‘Your daddy-‘ she said the words with bitterness. ‘Ain’t here.’ She let out a loud sigh and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Look. I know you’ve been under the weather since the death of your fiancé and—‘

‘Oooh—‘ Regina rolled her eyes, interrupting Betty. She let out a humorless scoff, ‘is this what this shit is about?! Getting me out of the house?!’

Betty gave her a look in bewilderment, glancing to the side with her hands remaining on her hips, ‘Uh yeah? Listen, let’s just treat it as a girl’s night?’ She walked up to her friend and draped her arm across her shoulders. ‘Look at these tall, delicious specimens huh?’ She waved her free hand slowly in the air. ‘Sure you could take one home!’

She was challenging her.

Regina glanced over at her friend and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, ‘Oh Betty, I don’t know. This is a bar full of… crazy, nut jobs … pent up from rage, exhaustion, … lust.’

‘Mmmhmm?’ Betty egged on with an encouraging nod.

‘M-maybe we should—‘

‘That’s my girl!’ Betty exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air before clasping them together happily. ‘See I knew you couldn’t stand a chance! Come on!’ Betty snatched up her friend’s hand and led the way towards the stairs. ‘I promise if you feel unsafe or it just gets too wild in here— we’ll leave!’

‘Mmph, say you swear.’ Regina retorted, stopping the both of them in their tracks. Her pretty brown eyes glistened beneath the pretty bulbs that hung above them.

‘Cross my heart,’ Betty turned halfway and drew an ‘X’ over her chest, ‘Hope to die. Now. Can we go inside?’ She jerked her head towards the door.

Her stoic glare instantly shifted into something lighter, her grin spread across her face, ‘OK fine let’s go.’

The two women walked inside of the bar, hand in hand. The place was only lit by some old lamps that were screwed into the walls, and one old rusted chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Honestly, if it weren’t for that old thing, you’d have to squint to look at folks.

‘Wow! Look at this place!’ Betty beamed as she placed her hand over cleavage. ‘It’s amazing.’

Regina’s brows tugged into one, ‘Are we looking at the same place?’

‘Oh Regina, don't be so judgemental! Look at all this … man meat.’ Betty giggled and glanced over at the bar. ‘Let’s go get a drink in ya? Help you… mellow out a lil bit.’

Without an ounce of warning, Betty led the way towards the bar.

It wasn’t until their stroll when whistles began to fill the air. Mumbling and cat calling could be heard throughout the loud hymns of the music.

Both of the women were beautiful in their own right. Betty was blonde, with perfect porcelain skin. She had a slender figure but the waist of her dress seemed to emphasize the curves in her hips and the one on her rump.

Regina had skin that was brown as terracotta. Glowing like bronze when in the path of the sun. Her hair was dark as the shadows of night, patterned with tight curls and coils that cascaded down her back. She wore a black velvet bodycon dress that also enhanced her curves, dimples and hip dips.

When they made it to the bar, the barkeeper seemed to be startled for a second.

‘Ladies—‘ he stammered and quickly placed the rag and glass down upon the bar top. ‘Aren’t you two beauties a sight for sore eyes,’ he spoke in a heavy accent. And by the knot in his bottom lip, his tobacco was the reason for his twang. ‘What can I do you for?’

Betty gave him a charming grin, batting her thick dark lashes. She was bashful and convivial by nature. ‘Hi there. Can you pour me and my friend somethinggg… pungent? Thank you.’

Regina snapped her head over at her friend, glaring at her with eyes of astonishment. ‘Betty!’ She hissed, quickly snatching her wrist up in her palm.

‘Whaaat?’

‘Pungent? Really? I would like to know how we get home, please.’ She muttered.

‘Oh please stop being dramatic! What’s the point of coming out tonight if we can’t make the best of it? Relax.’

Finally tearing her eyes away, Regina looked to her right to scope out the room. Men of all colors and sizes were either looking in their direction, laughing and gambling or drinking til their hearts were content.

This really didn’t feel like a safe place at all.

When the barkeeper brought their drinks back, Betty pulled up her small clutch, ‘How much do I owe you sir?’

‘Nothing at all ma’am.’ He said, raising his hand. ‘The gentleman over there is willing to pay for your tab.’

Both of the women looked back at the mysterious male, whose bright blue eyes spoke before his lips did. He sported a thick mustache over his lips with his dark hair combed back to perfection. He stood to his feet, adjusting his brown slacks around his hips. His coat was decorated in pretty devices and ribbons. Some big hot shot.

He looked like he wanted to snap her in half. She was small enough to make that accomplishment.

‘Oooh. Regina?’

‘Yeah?’ Regina said as she stared at the handsome hunk of man that approached them.

‘I think you might have to busy yourself for the rest of the night.’ Betty quickly scooted off the wooden bar stool and knocked back her freshly poured whiskey. And in no time, the gentleman was towering over little Betty like a skyscraper.

Regina gasped, ‘Betty—‘

‘Miss?’ The barkeeper interrupted.

She snapped her head over at him at his call.

‘It appears you have secret admirers of your own.’

Her thick brows pulled into one as she sat up straight. ‘M-me?’ Plural? ‘Admirers? Who?’

The barkeeper glanced over to the corner of the room.

Her anxious eyes followed his gaze to the far right corner of the room. There sat two freakishly large men beneath a flickering yellow light.

One donned a large beard with a curled and dramatic mustache. His hair was curly and pushed back except one strand that dangled against his forehead.

The other had a clean shaven face with dirty blonde combed back hair. A set of round lenses sat on the bridge of his nose.

If their gaze had been daggers, she’d be dead.

‘Both. Of them?’ Regina hushed out.

‘You see em both lookin’ don’t cha?’

She swallowed her spit so hard she thought there was a lump there. She looked over at Betty who was getting more than acquainted with her new beau. Giggling and smiling like brand new love birds. Their whispers and flirts couldn’t be heard over the music.

‘Betty? There’s two! What do I do!?’ She was quite the neophyte when it came to things like this. Often men, one at a time, had courted her but two?! What would she do with two of them?!

Well, she would soon find out that she could do a lot more with two than she could do with just one.

Her friend looked over at her and gave her a wink.

Before she could coax an answer out of Betty, she felt the heavy warmth of their presence standing behind her.

Betty let out an excited giggle as her attractive stranger nibbled on her exposed neck.

Regina’s back stiffened with her legs crossed, unknowingly arching and causing her rump to stick out beneath her.

‘Excuse our intrusion Miss… but it would be great pleasure if you accepted our invitation to join us in our room this evening.’

The English accent was thick yet, blended with pure charm. His voice settled and nestled in the crevices in her brain.

She swallowed hard once again and lifted her shaky hand to scoop up the whiskey glass. Pressing it to her lips, she thought for a second.

If she took a sip of this drink, there was no going back! Ain’t no telling what these two strangers planned on doing to her once they were behind closed doors.

But perhaps, maybe this is what she needed. Her late fiancé had been gone for 1 year now and she couldn’t hang on to that forever. During her stage of grieving, she’d worked tirelessly to keep herself busy.

She deserved it!

Even if it meant getting torn to shreds by these two … delicious specimens.

Regina smirked at the barkeeper and knocked back the whiskey that burned her stomach profusely. She blinked hard before swallowing down the pain and courageously spun in her stool.

When her eyes had finally met theirs, she felt a pang in her chest. By the Heavens! Bless their mothers for carrying such prodigious of boys.

‘Oh!’ She placed her hand bosom. ‘My— you are big men.’

A smile curled up on their lips before they looked at one another knowingly.

‘Do you accept our offer, Miss?’ The blonde one spoke up. His accent was much different from the original one she’d heard.

She looked over at Betty who was now sporting her beau’s service cap and locking lips with him.

Well, Betty was having the time of her life. What kind of person would she be if she took their free drink and left?

What would your daddy say?

Fuck your daddy.

You deserve this, Regina. Go have fun.

Uncrossing her legs, she carefully slid off of the chair and adjusted her dress at the thighs. ‘I accept.’

They grinned in sync, showing off their darling smiles. It caused a knot to tie in her gut. By God they had to be angels sent from up above.

They turned as they both lended her their arms for her to grasp. Heat bloomed in her cheeks and her neck as she reached out to grab their biceps.

‘Oh my—‘ she giggled as she squeezed them both. ‘Such strong men I got! I’m a lucky girl.’ Regina purred as she looked up at the bearded one. ‘Shall we?’

‘We shall.’

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They stared down at her with a desire only men in this time could only have.

Regina gripped the silk sheets in her sweaty fists as their studious glares began to roam her curvaceous body. Starting from her pink painted toes, her thick thighs, her hips and tummy, her breasts and finally… her pretty round, chunky face.

The woman felt like she was under a damn microscopic lense with how they were staring at her. Her thigh bounced vigorously. She couldn’t tell if they wanted to eat her or dissect her. Regardless, it scared the shit out of her.

‘Lassen?’ The fellow with the beard said softly.

‘Yes sir?’

Sir? Did these two work with one another?

‘You may start.’

‘Wait— wait…’ Regina called out first as the bearded one walked towards the floral embroidered chair and shrugged off his coat. ‘Could I know your names? I mean— I would like to know who I’m letting into my lady bits.’ She said humorously.

The one known as Lassen looked back at his comrade. And they gave one another a firm nod in approval.

‘My name is Anders Lassen and this is Gus March-Phillips. What is your name lovely?’

Anders and Gus. Should be able to remember that.

‘My name is Regina Carson…’

‘Mmm. Very pretty name, for a very pretty woman.’ Gus said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.

An enamored grin curled up on her lips as her tongue gently grazed her pretty smile.

Her eyes then darted up to meet Anders as he pushed off his suspenders and pulled his tucked shirt from inside of his trousers. He then pulled the fitted shirt over his head and dropped it to the side of the bed.

Good lord, he had the body of a God. Muscles ripped and tight. Her mouth went to salivating almost immediately.

Grabbing her hand, he lifted her up to her feet and brought her body flush against his. He lifted her chin, bringing her lips up to meet his in a kiss.

Regina’s eyes fluttered closed as she purred at the welcoming warmth of his lips. At first, it was just him testing the waters but she quickly fell into place; opening her mouth allowing him to invade as he pleased.

Anders snaked his hands behind her, finding the fine zipper and dragging it down.

Suddenly, she felt the warmth of another set of lips on the nape of her neck. Regina tore her lips away from Anders as he began to help her out the sleeves of her dress. Her head lulled back against Gus’ shoulder before he brought her mouth into a kiss next. And just like Anders, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him.

His beard and mustache tickled her lips and cheeks.

Before she knew it, the three of them were fully nude.

The both of them stroked at their members; aching to feel how warm she was from the inside out. But first…

Gus carefully forced Regina to her knees before them. Her eyes grew in slight shock at the size of their members. Both uncut, veiny and hard enough to slice through bricks.

‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart.’ Gus said as his fingertips caressed her cheek softly before pushing her thick hair behind her ear.

‘No. I wanna.’ She shuddered out before sitting up on her knees, wrapping her hand around Anders cock and her lips around Gus.

Both of the men let out a pleasant groan in unison as she massaged one and sucked the other.

Careful not to show one too much attention though, she alternated and began to suck Anders off while stroking Gus. Anders’ knees buckled as she began to throat him just the same as she did with Gus.

‘Ugh, fuck.’

‘Just like that.’

The boys groaned at her teasing. She did everything she could to please them. Tightening up her lips, gagging against their cocks when they touched the back of her throat, squeezing and massaging their balls delicately. At her rate, they both would be making a mess of her in no time!

‘Stop.’ Gus grunted as he carefully pulled his hips away from her warm mouth. He shuddered before letting out a sigh. ‘Anymore of that and I’ll explode. Up.’

At his command, she placed her hand in his as she stood to her feet. ‘Anders… you first. I’d like to watch.’

‘As you wish.’ Anders said with a devious smirk.

Watch?! While she’s never done something this spontaneous and … sinful, she had no idea people were into watching other people fuck. But if it were to please her boys… she’d do whatever they asked.

She watched him walk over to the same chair and plop down; his hard dick swaying and slapping against his thigh.

‘Bend over, darling. Feel free to tap me if it’s too much. I will stop.’

Regina giggled as she bent over the bed. ‘Too much? Please.’

Spreading her thick thighs apart, Anders took a hold of his member and pressed it at her sticky entrance.

With a quick thrust, he stretched her against her will.

The poor woman let out a wail that was mixed with pleasure and undeniable pain.

Perhaps she spoke too soon.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she held her breath for a second, gripping the cool satin sheets.

Anders let out a blissful moan, holding himself deep inside of her as his large hands caressed up and down her curves and folds.

Gus had one leg draped over one arm over the couch as he stroked at his member, watching with excitement in his eyes and an intrigued smirk on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ Regina cried out before she felt him slam himself into her once more, his fingertips digging into her waist. ‘Dear God! Ah!’

A few thrusts and Regina was able to take this intruder comfortably now. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she thought she was seeing stars already.

Anders began to pound into her hard and fast before reaching down to grip her hair in his fist. ‘Yeah. Call out to him baby. He can’t save you now.’

She looked up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Ooooh— my god! Yes! Anders please!’ She pleaded as his body collided into hers relentlessly.

‘Oooh. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Take me. Take me baby.’ Anders hissed through his teeth.

‘Aaaaah yes!’

‘Fuuuck, nicely done Anders. Show her what you’re made of.’ Gus grumbled as he reached his free hand beneath himself and squeezed his tender balls.

Hissing through her gritted teeth, she looked over to watch Gus get himself off. His chest and biceps tense as he stroked his girthy, thick cock. Such a beautiful sight.

Anders pulled Regina’s hair, making her stand up straight against him. He wrapped his large veiny hand around her throat, forcing her into a disgusting kiss. His thrusts became a little slower and forgiven as one hand cupped her breast and his other arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her belly for stability.

When he broke the kiss, he began to ram his hips into her once again as her breathing hitched and strained. ‘Hoooo— yes, yes, yes!’

Finally, Gus stood from his seat and approached them. He landed a slap on Ander’s ass and jerked his head to the side. ‘Don’t be stingy, Lassen. She’s ours.’

Ours.

Anders groaned in dismay but obeyed. Landing one more kiss on Regina’s mouth, he retracted his hips and took place on the bed; propped up on his knees.

Gus looked down at the woman with gentle eyes, ‘tap out of it becomes too much sweetie.’ He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth gently.

Drunken with lust and pleasure, Regina dizzily plopped down on her back and spread her thighs for him.

‘Aren’t you a pretty sight? Might have to give you a son… or marry you? What do you think, Lassen?’

Anders laughed darkly as he scooted down so his still erected cock was pressed against her cheek. ‘Pretty indeed. Now open up doll… I wanna see you put those pretty lips to work while you’re getting fucked.’

His words caused her to writhe in excitement. Her core was aching to be filled once more. She lifted her head and parted her lips as she guided his cock back into the home of her mouth.

Gus sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he pushed her thighs back and pushed his tip inside of her and began to slowly roll his hips into her.

Closing her eyes, Regina hummed against Anders cock causing a vibration to rumble at the back of her throat. ‘Ohh—‘ his head fell back as his hand held onto the back of her head. ‘Fuck! You’re so tight.’ He swallowed as he reached down toying and pinching at her hardened nipples.

Gus began to pick up the pace, his finger tips digging in her plushy flesh tightly. Forcing her thighs back as he delved his hips into her once more. He then reached down and began to rub at her erected nub softly.

‘Fuck! You look so pretty with Anders dick in your mouth.’

Anders groaned as he thrusted his hips forward into Regina’s mouth; anglelessly hitting all the spots in her warm, wet mouth.

‘Mmmm—‘ Regina cooed as she pulled her lips away to curse, using her hand to jerk off Anders. ‘Fuck, Gus! Please!’ She begged, her thighs twitched at the creeping sensation.

Gus thrusted fast as he rubbed her clit in circles a little faster.

‘Gus! Oh, my god!’ Her thighs began to tremble as she felt her womb tighten up. Her body stiffened and her chest tightened. Gus stilled his hips and focused on her. ‘I’m gonna—‘ Her back arched and her toes curled as the heat in her body popped off like fireworks on new years.

She released a scream that could be heard throughout the hotel. And with that scream, came a sudden burst from her loins. She exploded like a damaged fire hydrant.

Gus looked up at Anders in surprise and Anders returned the glare.

‘Whoa—‘ both of the men laughed in darkly.

‘Have you ever done that?’ Anders asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Quite a few times.. you?’

‘Once.’

‘Well, we shall see if we can get a few more out of her, yes?’

‘I’m with you sir.’

While both of the men experienced this kind of mess, she never experienced a pleasure so great. Her head throbbed as she tried to process what the fuck just happened. Her cheeks remained hot to the touch, her trembling lips sore from all of their sweet, heavy kisses.

‘Brace yourself sweetheart. We aren’t done with you yet.’

Anders and Gus laughed beguilingly as their large hands caressed over her sticky, brown flesh.

A glint of thrill shown in her sex-crazed eyes. She was hyped. ‘O-OK!’

With the stamina of these two men, Regina was sure she lost enough weight to fit into her graduation gown from high school.

She was fucked into exhaustion and dehydration, so she was relieved when they both announced their arrivals.

‘On the floor baby. Yeah— fuck look at you.’ Ander groaned as the both of them helped her to her knees.

‘Open wide baby.’ Gus added as they both began to stroke their members until they reached their climax.

Regina’s eyes gleamed, her hands massaging their muscular thighs that tensed and squeezed beneath her touch. She opened her mouth, tongue out to capture those sacred drops.

‘UGH! Ba—‘

‘Fuuuuuck… yes!’

The two men groaned aloud as they emptied themselves upon her pretty face and mouth. Wrapping her hands around the both of them, she squeezed and coaxed the rest of their nut out of them.

Gus’ knees buckled as his eyes rolled back halfway. Then, she gave them both a kiss on the tip of their now flaccid dicks.

Anders let out an exhausted sigh. ‘Oh. What do we do with you now.’

‘Well…’ Gus added, ‘I have quite a few ideas.’ He trailed off.

Wiping her face and flicking off the sticky semen, she looked up at them in horror.

Now what?

2 years later…

Regina clamped her eyes shut tight as she rested her lower hand on her lower back. ‘Ooh… my days.’ She rubbed at the roundness of her belly with her free hand, as the other carried out a metal tray of fresh lemonade and a couple glasses of ice.

She walked out to the backyard to see Anders flipping burgers at the grill with his “Kiss the Cook” apron on while Gus tossed a football to Betty’s husband, August. Betty was bouncing her sweet baby boy in her arms, showering him with kisses and love.

This was the life.

A smile curled on her lips when Anders sweet, gentle eyes landed on her. ‘Let me grab this for you.’ He rushed over and carefully took hold of the tray and placed it on the picnic table. ‘How’s my girls huh?’

‘The same as yesterday, Lassen.’ She sighed heavily and rubbed her pregnant belly, ‘Tired. Aching.’

‘Aw. I know sweetheart. Just a few more weeks.’ He said before placing a kiss on her head. ‘Sit.’

Gus sat the football down in the lush green grass and jogged towards the deck. ‘There’s my girl. Hey, mama.’ He mused as he placed a kiss on her lips. ‘How are you feeling?’

Regina pressed her lips together and glanced over at her other husband.

Anders stared at Gus for a little bit and chuckled, ‘To save you from her wringing your neck … she’s feeling the same as she did yesterday.’

Gus sighed softly, ‘Oh my sweet. Forgive me for asking. Is there anything you need?’

She shook her head as her head fell back against the lawn chair. ‘No my darlings… I’m fine.’

Regina closed her eyes for a long second before feeling a sudden wetness in her bottom.

Her eyes flashed open.

‘Boys.. I don’t think I’m peeing myself again…’

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Oh yessss😩

Double Stuffed

Oreo’s aren’t the only thing that are double stuffed around these parts 😌 enjoy

***I do not give anyone permission or my consent to repost, translate or copy my work!

Warnings 18+: 3️⃣ sum, Cursing , Voyuerism , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Nipple Stimulation , Squirting , Facial , Penetration (Vaginal 🤟🏾) PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Pairings: Gus March-Phillips(Henry Cavill) x Black!Plus Size Female(Regina) x Anders Lassen(Alan Ritchson)

Special Guest: Betty 💕 @augustsprincess

Description: Regina has the time of her life!

Word Count: 3.8K

‘Oh girl c’mon it’ll be fun!’ Betty exclaimed as she tugged Regina’s hands, pulling her in the direction of the pub that was booming with country music, soldiers in uniform lingering about.

‘Betty!’ She snatched her hand away, watching Betty stumble before once again gaining her footing. ‘Girl, my daddy is in the service! What if someone saw me in there!’ She whined out.

Her small friend pursed her lips together hard, dusting off her polka dotted dress in frustration and running her slender fingers through her freshly done candy curls.

‘Your daddy-‘ she said the words with bitterness. ‘Ain’t here.’ She let out a loud sigh and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Look. I know you’ve been under the weather since the death of your fiancé and—‘

‘Oooh—‘ Regina rolled her eyes, interrupting Betty. She let out a humorless scoff, ‘is this what this shit is about?! Getting me out of the house?!’

Betty gave her a look in bewilderment, glancing to the side with her hands remaining on her hips, ‘Uh yeah? Listen, let’s just treat it as a girl’s night?’ She walked up to her friend and draped her arm across her shoulders. ‘Look at these tall, delicious specimens huh?’ She waved her free hand slowly in the air. ‘Sure you could take one home!’

She was challenging her.

Regina glanced over at her friend and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, ‘Oh Betty, I don’t know. This is a bar full of… crazy, nut jobs … pent up from rage, exhaustion, … lust.’

‘Mmmhmm?’ Betty egged on with an encouraging nod.

‘M-maybe we should—‘

‘That’s my girl!’ Betty exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air before clasping them together happily. ‘See I knew you couldn’t stand a chance! Come on!’ Betty snatched up her friend’s hand and led the way towards the stairs. ‘I promise if you feel unsafe or it just gets too wild in here— we’ll leave!’

‘Mmph, say you swear.’ Regina retorted, stopping the both of them in their tracks. Her pretty brown eyes glistened beneath the pretty bulbs that hung above them.

‘Cross my heart,’ Betty turned halfway and drew an ‘X’ over her chest, ‘Hope to die. Now. Can we go inside?’ She jerked her head towards the door.

Her stoic glare instantly shifted into something lighter, her grin spread across her face, ‘OK fine let’s go.’

The two women walked inside of the bar, hand in hand. The place was only lit by some old lamps that were screwed into the walls, and one old rusted chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Honestly, if it weren’t for that old thing, you’d have to squint to look at folks.

‘Wow! Look at this place!’ Betty beamed as she placed her hand over cleavage. ‘It’s amazing.’

Regina’s brows tugged into one, ‘Are we looking at the same place?’

‘Oh Regina, don't be so judgemental! Look at all this … man meat.’ Betty giggled and glanced over at the bar. ‘Let’s go get a drink in ya? Help you… mellow out a lil bit.’

Without an ounce of warning, Betty led the way towards the bar.

It wasn’t until their stroll when whistles began to fill the air. Mumbling and cat calling could be heard throughout the loud hymns of the music.

Both of the women were beautiful in their own right. Betty was blonde, with perfect porcelain skin. She had a slender figure but the waist of her dress seemed to emphasize the curves in her hips and the one on her rump.

Regina had skin that was brown as terracotta. Glowing like bronze when in the path of the sun. Her hair was dark as the shadows of night, patterned with tight curls and coils that cascaded down her back. She wore a black velvet bodycon dress that also enhanced her curves, dimples and hip dips.

When they made it to the bar, the barkeeper seemed to be startled for a second.

‘Ladies—‘ he stammered and quickly placed the rag and glass down upon the bar top. ‘Aren’t you two beauties a sight for sore eyes,’ he spoke in a heavy accent. And by the knot in his bottom lip, his tobacco was the reason for his twang. ‘What can I do you for?’

Betty gave him a charming grin, batting her thick dark lashes. She was bashful and convivial by nature. ‘Hi there. Can you pour me and my friend somethinggg… pungent? Thank you.’

Regina snapped her head over at her friend, glaring at her with eyes of astonishment. ‘Betty!’ She hissed, quickly snatching her wrist up in her palm.

‘Whaaat?’

‘Pungent? Really? I would like to know how we get home, please.’ She muttered.

‘Oh please stop being dramatic! What’s the point of coming out tonight if we can’t make the best of it? Relax.’

Finally tearing her eyes away, Regina looked to her right to scope out the room. Men of all colors and sizes were either looking in their direction, laughing and gambling or drinking til their hearts were content.

This really didn’t feel like a safe place at all.

When the barkeeper brought their drinks back, Betty pulled up her small clutch, ‘How much do I owe you sir?’

‘Nothing at all ma’am.’ He said, raising his hand. ‘The gentleman over there is willing to pay for your tab.’

Both of the women looked back at the mysterious male, whose bright blue eyes spoke before his lips did. He sported a thick mustache over his lips with his dark hair combed back to perfection. He stood to his feet, adjusting his brown slacks around his hips. His coat was decorated in pretty devices and ribbons. Some big hot shot.

He looked like he wanted to snap her in half. She was small enough to make that accomplishment.

‘Oooh. Regina?’

‘Yeah?’ Regina said as she stared at the handsome hunk of man that approached them.

‘I think you might have to busy yourself for the rest of the night.’ Betty quickly scooted off the wooden bar stool and knocked back her freshly poured whiskey. And in no time, the gentleman was towering over little Betty like a skyscraper.

Regina gasped, ‘Betty—‘

‘Miss?’ The barkeeper interrupted.

She snapped her head over at him at his call.

‘It appears you have secret admirers of your own.’

Her thick brows pulled into one as she sat up straight. ‘M-me?’ Plural? ‘Admirers? Who?’

The barkeeper glanced over to the corner of the room.

Her anxious eyes followed his gaze to the far right corner of the room. There sat two freakishly large men beneath a flickering yellow light.

One donned a large beard with a curled and dramatic mustache. His hair was curly and pushed back except one strand that dangled against his forehead.

The other had a clean shaven face with dirty blonde combed back hair. A set of round lenses sat on the bridge of his nose.

If their gaze had been daggers, she’d be dead.

‘Both. Of them?’ Regina hushed out.

‘You see em both lookin’ don’t cha?’

She swallowed her spit so hard she thought there was a lump there. She looked over at Betty who was getting more than acquainted with her new beau. Giggling and smiling like brand new love birds. Their whispers and flirts couldn’t be heard over the music.

‘Betty? There’s two! What do I do!?’ She was quite the neophyte when it came to things like this. Often men, one at a time, had courted her but two?! What would she do with two of them?!

Well, she would soon find out that she could do a lot more with two than she could do with just one.

Her friend looked over at her and gave her a wink.

Before she could coax an answer out of Betty, she felt the heavy warmth of their presence standing behind her.

Betty let out an excited giggle as her attractive stranger nibbled on her exposed neck.

Regina’s back stiffened with her legs crossed, unknowingly arching and causing her rump to stick out beneath her.

‘Excuse our intrusion Miss… but it would be great pleasure if you accepted our invitation to join us in our room this evening.’

The English accent was thick yet, blended with pure charm. His voice settled and nestled in the crevices in her brain.

She swallowed hard once again and lifted her shaky hand to scoop up the whiskey glass. Pressing it to her lips, she thought for a second.

If she took a sip of this drink, there was no going back! Ain’t no telling what these two strangers planned on doing to her once they were behind closed doors.

But perhaps, maybe this is what she needed. Her late fiancé had been gone for 1 year now and she couldn’t hang on to that forever. During her stage of grieving, she’d worked tirelessly to keep herself busy.

She deserved it!

Even if it meant getting torn to shreds by these two … delicious specimens.

Regina smirked at the barkeeper and knocked back the whiskey that burned her stomach profusely. She blinked hard before swallowing down the pain and courageously spun in her stool.

When her eyes had finally met theirs, she felt a pang in her chest. By the Heavens! Bless their mothers for carrying such prodigious of boys.

‘Oh!’ She placed her hand bosom. ‘My— you are big men.’

A smile curled up on their lips before they looked at one another knowingly.

‘Do you accept our offer, Miss?’ The blonde one spoke up. His accent was much different from the original one she’d heard.

She looked over at Betty who was now sporting her beau’s service cap and locking lips with him.

Well, Betty was having the time of her life. What kind of person would she be if she took their free drink and left?

What would your daddy say?

Fuck your daddy.

You deserve this, Regina. Go have fun.

Uncrossing her legs, she carefully slid off of the chair and adjusted her dress at the thighs. ‘I accept.’

They grinned in sync, showing off their darling smiles. It caused a knot to tie in her gut. By God they had to be angels sent from up above.

They turned as they both lended her their arms for her to grasp. Heat bloomed in her cheeks and her neck as she reached out to grab their biceps.

‘Oh my—‘ she giggled as she squeezed them both. ‘Such strong men I got! I’m a lucky girl.’ Regina purred as she looked up at the bearded one. ‘Shall we?’

‘We shall.’

***

They stared down at her with a desire only men in this time could only have.

Regina gripped the silk sheets in her sweaty fists as their studious glares began to roam her curvaceous body. Starting from her pink painted toes, her thick thighs, her hips and tummy, her breasts and finally… her pretty round, chunky face.

The woman felt like she was under a damn microscopic lense with how they were staring at her. Her thigh bounced vigorously. She couldn’t tell if they wanted to eat her or dissect her. Regardless, it scared the shit out of her.

‘Lassen?’ The fellow with the beard said softly.

‘Yes sir?’

Sir? Did these two work with one another?

‘You may start.’

‘Wait— wait…’ Regina called out first as the bearded one walked towards the floral embroidered chair and shrugged off his coat. ‘Could I know your names? I mean— I would like to know who I’m letting into my lady bits.’ She said humorously.

The one known as Lassen looked back at his comrade. And they gave one another a firm nod in approval.

‘My name is Anders Lassen and this is Gus March-Phillips. What is your name lovely?’

Anders and Gus. Should be able to remember that.

‘My name is Regina Carson…’

‘Mmm. Very pretty name, for a very pretty woman.’ Gus said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.

An enamored grin curled up on her lips as her tongue gently grazed her pretty smile.

Her eyes then darted up to meet Anders as he pushed off his suspenders and pulled his tucked shirt from inside of his trousers. He then pulled the fitted shirt over his head and dropped it to the side of the bed.

Good lord, he had the body of a God. Muscles ripped and tight. Her mouth went to salivating almost immediately.

Grabbing her hand, he lifted her up to her feet and brought her body flush against his. He lifted her chin, bringing her lips up to meet his in a kiss.

Regina’s eyes fluttered closed as she purred at the welcoming warmth of his lips. At first, it was just him testing the waters but she quickly fell into place; opening her mouth allowing him to invade as he pleased.

Anders snaked his hands behind her, finding the fine zipper and dragging it down.

Suddenly, she felt the warmth of another set of lips on the nape of her neck. Regina tore her lips away from Anders as he began to help her out the sleeves of her dress. Her head lulled back against Gus’ shoulder before he brought her mouth into a kiss next. And just like Anders, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him.

His beard and mustache tickled her lips and cheeks.

Before she knew it, the three of them were fully nude.

The both of them stroked at their members; aching to feel how warm she was from the inside out. But first…

Gus carefully forced Regina to her knees before them. Her eyes grew in slight shock at the size of their members. Both uncut, veiny and hard enough to slice through bricks.

‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart.’ Gus said as his fingertips caressed her cheek softly before pushing her thick hair behind her ear.

‘No. I wanna.’ She shuddered out before sitting up on her knees, wrapping her hand around Anders cock and her lips around Gus.

Both of the men let out a pleasant groan in unison as she massaged one and sucked the other.

Careful not to show one too much attention though, she alternated and began to suck Anders off while stroking Gus. Anders’ knees buckled as she began to throat him just the same as she did with Gus.

‘Ugh, fuck.’

‘Just like that.’

The boys groaned at her teasing. She did everything she could to please them. Tightening up her lips, gagging against their cocks when they touched the back of her throat, squeezing and massaging their balls delicately. At her rate, they both would be making a mess of her in no time!

‘Stop.’ Gus grunted as he carefully pulled his hips away from her warm mouth. He shuddered before letting out a sigh. ‘Anymore of that and I’ll explode. Up.’

At his command, she placed her hand in his as she stood to her feet. ‘Anders… you first. I’d like to watch.’

‘As you wish.’ Anders said with a devious smirk.

Watch?! While she’s never done something this spontaneous and … sinful, she had no idea people were into watching other people fuck. But if it were to please her boys… she’d do whatever they asked.

She watched him walk over to the same chair and plop down; his hard dick swaying and slapping against his thigh.

‘Bend over, darling. Feel free to tap me if it’s too much. I will stop.’

Regina giggled as she bent over the bed. ‘Too much? Please.’

Spreading her thick thighs apart, Anders took a hold of his member and pressed it at her sticky entrance.

With a quick thrust, he stretched her against her will.

The poor woman let out a wail that was mixed with pleasure and undeniable pain.

Perhaps she spoke too soon.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she held her breath for a second, gripping the cool satin sheets.

Anders let out a blissful moan, holding himself deep inside of her as his large hands caressed up and down her curves and folds.

Gus had one leg draped over one arm over the couch as he stroked at his member, watching with excitement in his eyes and an intrigued smirk on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ Regina cried out before she felt him slam himself into her once more, his fingertips digging into her waist. ‘Dear God! Ah!’

A few thrusts and Regina was able to take this intruder comfortably now. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she thought she was seeing stars already.

Anders began to pound into her hard and fast before reaching down to grip her hair in his fist. ‘Yeah. Call out to him baby. He can’t save you now.’

She looked up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Ooooh— my god! Yes! Anders please!’ She pleaded as his body collided into hers relentlessly.

‘Oooh. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Take me. Take me baby.’ Anders hissed through his teeth.

‘Aaaaah yes!’

‘Fuuuck, nicely done Anders. Show her what you’re made of.’ Gus grumbled as he reached his free hand beneath himself and squeezed his tender balls.

Hissing through her gritted teeth, she looked over to watch Gus get himself off. His chest and biceps tense as he stroked his girthy, thick cock. Such a beautiful sight.

Anders pulled Regina’s hair, making her stand up straight against him. He wrapped his large veiny hand around her throat, forcing her into a disgusting kiss. His thrusts became a little slower and forgiven as one hand cupped her breast and his other arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her belly for stability.

When he broke the kiss, he began to ram his hips into her once again as her breathing hitched and strained. ‘Hoooo— yes, yes, yes!’

Finally, Gus stood from his seat and approached them. He landed a slap on Ander’s ass and jerked his head to the side. ‘Don’t be stingy, Lassen. She’s ours.’

Ours.

Anders groaned in dismay but obeyed. Landing one more kiss on Regina’s mouth, he retracted his hips and took place on the bed; propped up on his knees.

Gus looked down at the woman with gentle eyes, ‘tap out of it becomes too much sweetie.’ He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth gently.

Drunken with lust and pleasure, Regina dizzily plopped down on her back and spread her thighs for him.

‘Aren’t you a pretty sight? Might have to give you a son… or marry you? What do you think, Lassen?’

Anders laughed darkly as he scooted down so his still erected cock was pressed against her cheek. ‘Pretty indeed. Now open up doll… I wanna see you put those pretty lips to work while you’re getting fucked.’

His words caused her to writhe in excitement. Her core was aching to be filled once more. She lifted her head and parted her lips as she guided his cock back into the home of her mouth.

Gus sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he pushed her thighs back and pushed his tip inside of her and began to slowly roll his hips into her.

Closing her eyes, Regina hummed against Anders cock causing a vibration to rumble at the back of her throat. ‘Ohh—‘ his head fell back as his hand held onto the back of her head. ‘Fuck! You’re so tight.’ He swallowed as he reached down toying and pinching at her hardened nipples.

Gus began to pick up the pace, his finger tips digging in her plushy flesh tightly. Forcing her thighs back as he delved his hips into her once more. He then reached down and began to rub at her erected nub softly.

‘Fuck! You look so pretty with Anders dick in your mouth.’

Anders groaned as he thrusted his hips forward into Regina’s mouth; anglelessly hitting all the spots in her warm, wet mouth.

‘Mmmm—‘ Regina cooed as she pulled her lips away to curse, using her hand to jerk off Anders. ‘Fuck, Gus! Please!’ She begged, her thighs twitched at the creeping sensation.

Gus thrusted fast as he rubbed her clit in circles a little faster.

‘Gus! Oh, my god!’ Her thighs began to tremble as she felt her womb tighten up. Her body stiffened and her chest tightened. Gus stilled his hips and focused on her. ‘I’m gonna—‘ Her back arched and her toes curled as the heat in her body popped off like fireworks on new years.

She released a scream that could be heard throughout the hotel. And with that scream, came a sudden burst from her loins. She exploded like a damaged fire hydrant.

Gus looked up at Anders in surprise and Anders returned the glare.

‘Whoa—‘ both of the men laughed in darkly.

‘Have you ever done that?’ Anders asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Quite a few times.. you?’

‘Once.’

‘Well, we shall see if we can get a few more out of her, yes?’

‘I’m with you sir.’

While both of the men experienced this kind of mess, she never experienced a pleasure so great. Her head throbbed as she tried to process what the fuck just happened. Her cheeks remained hot to the touch, her trembling lips sore from all of their sweet, heavy kisses.

‘Brace yourself sweetheart. We aren’t done with you yet.’

Anders and Gus laughed beguilingly as their large hands caressed over her sticky, brown flesh.

A glint of thrill shown in her sex-crazed eyes. She was hyped. ‘O-OK!’

With the stamina of these two men, Regina was sure she lost enough weight to fit into her graduation gown from high school.

She was fucked into exhaustion and dehydration, so she was relieved when they both announced their arrivals.

‘On the floor baby. Yeah— fuck look at you.’ Ander groaned as the both of them helped her to her knees.

‘Open wide baby.’ Gus added as they both began to stroke their members until they reached their climax.

Regina’s eyes gleamed, her hands massaging their muscular thighs that tensed and squeezed beneath her touch. She opened her mouth, tongue out to capture those sacred drops.

‘UGH! Ba—‘

‘Fuuuuuck… yes!’

The two men groaned aloud as they emptied themselves upon her pretty face and mouth. Wrapping her hands around the both of them, she squeezed and coaxed the rest of their nut out of them.

Gus’ knees buckled as his eyes rolled back halfway. Then, she gave them both a kiss on the tip of their now flaccid dicks.

Anders let out an exhausted sigh. ‘Oh. What do we do with you now.’

‘Well…’ Gus added, ‘I have quite a few ideas.’ He trailed off.

Wiping her face and flicking off the sticky semen, she looked up at them in horror.

Now what?

2 years later…

Regina clamped her eyes shut tight as she rested her lower hand on her lower back. ‘Ooh… my days.’ She rubbed at the roundness of her belly with her free hand, as the other carried out a metal tray of fresh lemonade and a couple glasses of ice.

She walked out to the backyard to see Anders flipping burgers at the grill with his “Kiss the Cook” apron on while Gus tossed a football to Betty’s husband, August. Betty was bouncing her sweet baby boy in her arms, showering him with kisses and love.

This was the life.

A smile curled on her lips when Anders sweet, gentle eyes landed on her. ‘Let me grab this for you.’ He rushed over and carefully took hold of the tray and placed it on the picnic table. ‘How’s my girls huh?’

‘The same as yesterday, Lassen.’ She sighed heavily and rubbed her pregnant belly, ‘Tired. Aching.’

‘Aw. I know sweetheart. Just a few more weeks.’ He said before placing a kiss on her head. ‘Sit.’

Gus sat the football down in the lush green grass and jogged towards the deck. ‘There’s my girl. Hey, mama.’ He mused as he placed a kiss on her lips. ‘How are you feeling?’

Regina pressed her lips together and glanced over at her other husband.

Anders stared at Gus for a little bit and chuckled, ‘To save you from her wringing your neck … she’s feeling the same as she did yesterday.’

Gus sighed softly, ‘Oh my sweet. Forgive me for asking. Is there anything you need?’

She shook her head as her head fell back against the lawn chair. ‘No my darlings… I’m fine.’

Regina closed her eyes for a long second before feeling a sudden wetness in her bottom.

Her eyes flashed open.

‘Boys.. I don’t think I’m peeing myself again…’

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Her Friend Dodger

by Yinx1

Chris Evans x Black plus size reader. Reader is in her mid 30s, Chris late 30s.

Chapter Warning: OOC/AU, Fluff, Angst, Language, Smut aka NSFW (slight S&M), Talks of Abuse, Lemons Galore

Author’s Note: This is written and loosely edited on my phone. I own my mistakes. Not beta read. Please do not copy or repost my work. Gifs and photos are not mine.

Catch Up: HERE

Synopsis: The more you know.

Word Count: 6,400+

Chapter Sixteen 😳

✭.・♡︎。✧.・゜Ya-ya Gets Her Revenge゜❤︎・.✧。.・✭

Waking up the next morning to your human space heater brought you the comfort you had unknowingly missed these past months. He had maneuvered you out of your duvet cocoon replacing the blanket’s girth with his own. You wipe away a thin coat of sweat off your forehead as you turn to face your fiancé.

Chris slept close snoring softly with a look of contentment on his bearded face. You smile snuggling close as your sleepy eyes focused on his handsome features. He really was that cute.

You kiss his bearded chin before slowly removing yourself from his embrace. After a quick shower and getting dressed, you return to find him gone and the smell of coffee coming through the open bedroom door.

“Morning, my Butterfly,” Chris smiles sleepily at you. He places a mug of coffee with all the fixings in front of you as you straddle up to the two person island of your small galley kitchen.

You take a sip, relishing the hot white chocolate liquid running down your throat, “Good morning, Poohbear.” You eye him cooking breakfast in just his boxer briefs. “What’s on your schedule while I’m at work?” Silently wishing you didn’t have to work so you could just lie in bed and let him have his way with you.

You lowered your eyes to your mug hiding a sly smirk behind it, while squeezing your voluminous thighs together. Your impure thoughts would have you needing a cold shower soon, and you didn’t have time for that. Placing the thoughts out of mind you focus on Chris plating food.

“Scott is dropping off some storage bins and boxes; so I can finish packing up this house and officially moving everything to your new home.” He glances over his shoulder at you as he continues to spread the mashed avocado across the buttered whole grain toast.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your lusty mood evaporates as worry sets in.

“Can I get a few more weeks in before moving everything over to your house?” You ask quietly.

“Our house, Y/N, I need you to stop thinking that it’s just mine.” Chris’ broad shoulders slump slightly. “I designed, had made, and put that ring on your finger because our relationship is for a lifetime. It can’t be that way in a separate house.”

Chris turned from the stove, placing four avocado and eggs on toast on two plates. He finished it with some finishing salt…you didn’t know that was a thing for that type of dish. Then placed a plate in front of you.

“Last night was your last night here, Y/N.” Chris informs you as he sits down next to you; taking your hand in his, he blessed the food.

You blink in shock as you stare at your coffee. “Chris…” you begin shaking your head. “You can’t give me ultimatums like this. I’m not selling my house to move in with you.”

Chris finished chewing, his jaw ticked. “I didn’t ask you to sell this house, did I?” He placed his hand under your chair pulling yours between his thighs as he turned to face you. “We will rent it out so you’ll have some income for your art that I want you to start.”

He picked up the half of toast. “Eat, Y/N.”

You wondered if you should tell him your not a huge breakfast fan, but the arch in his eyebrow told you not to. You take a bite. One argument at a time.

Grimacing, you swallow as Chris stares you knowingly down. “That’s a nice gesture, but I don’t want to do that right now.”

“Then when, Y/N?” He nods for you to take another bite, which you do. Chris hands you the toast. “I’m not asking you to open an Etsy shop today or even a month from now, just to get back into the habit of making art. The rent money can help with expenses…you since you don’t want to be a kept woman.”

Your eyes narrowed at the jab at your stubbornness for wanting to have your financial independence. This will be the Everest of your relationship with him. It was both your plights from your given histories.

“Yeah, you’re not that cute to be getting away with snarky remarks, Christopher.” You take another bite then get up. You glance at the time on the microwave, “We can finish this discussion tonight…here at my house. I need to get to work.” You pack up the toast in a ziplock bag with a grimace.

Chris was right beside you with yours and Ahsoka’s lunch he retrieved from the fridge. “Fine,” he cups your chin tilting you head up to his. He kisses you gently. “What time will you be home?”

“No later than five, five thirty,” you give him a curt smile and nod your thanks for the lunch.

You let out a loud groan as you sit in your car after starting the engine. You weren’t looking forward to tonight.

✧。.・✭

Chris watched he’d you pull out the driveway, he himself groaned. Grimacing as he went to take a shower and get dressed for the day, he thought of a way to make sure that today would be your last night here. Yeah he could have warned you, but in his mind it was an endearing and a thoughtful gesture. Him taking charge and giving you a stable environment something he knew you never had.

He was still unsettled when Scott came over to drop off boxes and bins; staying to help pack. Chris vented to his younger brother for advice.

“Well the reaction you got was entirely your fault, Chris.” He said wrapping up your dishes in newspaper. “You spring something like that on Y/N and think it will go your way?” Scott finished a box and began to tape it up, “Did Melody let that shit slide?”

Chris visibly stiffened. He hadn’t heard her name since he was eighteen. “No.” He said curtly.

The siblings were silent for a before Scott spoke again.

“I told, Y/N about Melody.” He confessed. Swallowing hard as Chris looked like he was going to throttle him. His sea blue eyes harden cold as cobblestone.

Holding his hands up in defense, “She was questioning being with you…as a black woman. Wondering if you would be able to protect her cause ya know, Hollywood.”

Chris chewed on the inside of his right cheek. He shook his head, “I bought her a house.” He blurted out quietly, pulling out his mobile. “Our forever home, I mean.” Chris showed his brother the picture album on his phone of the progress he got done while in his home state. Along with some pictures the contractors sent him just this morning of the finished title in the downstairs’ second primary suite.

Pocketing the phone, Chris slumps down to sit on your armchair, “I’m at a loss here, Scott. I see her as my other half, the mother of my kids…the person I’m supposed to grow old with. How can I do that if she doesn’t trust me to tell me she worried about superficial bullshit?”

“It’s not superficial to her.” Scott pointed out. “Take Tom and Zendaya. She’s half black and she is constantly getting hate that she is somehow manipulating Tom to be in a relationship with her to stay relevant.”

Both siblings rolled their eyes at the outrageous critics.

Running his hand through his brown locks, “Still, Scott, she’s my wife. Y/N needs to learn to talk to me about this.” Chris muttered in a disgruntled matter.

“Yeah, that is true. If she tries to confide in me, her future brother-in-law, again I’ll tell her to go directly to you.”

Chris shook his head, “No, don’t do that…just listen and give her a nudge towards me, okay.” He sighed heavily. Knowing that everyone needed someone to confide in that wasn’t their partner.

Scott nodded.

“I promised her that I’d keep her name out of the press and tabloids to the best of my ability. But things will slip through like a marriage license. It’s public knowledge.”

Chris ran a hand over his beard, dreading the answer to what he was going to ask next.

“When you told my Y/N about Melody…what did she say? How did she react, I mean?

Scott shrugged, “She mostly just listened…I think just taking it all in. She did offer up condolences for Melody’s death.”

Chris grimaced he wasn’t looking forward to the added topics of discussion for tonight. The list was long enough with you not wanting to be doted over and Chris wanting to. That alone would need to be the main topic.

゜❤︎・.✧。.・✭

“Y/N!”

You blink rapidly out of your trance of staring but not seeing your computer screen. “Yeah! Sorry…what did you say?” You turn from your desk to face your best friend.

“I said, so Chris is home, how was the welcome home sex?” Mykal pried with a mischievous smile.

Rolling your eyes you scoff. “Wouldn’t know. I was tired so we went to sleep after you left.” You tell them simply.

Mykal looks genuinely offended, placing a hand dramatically over their chest, “Don’t tell me I was the downer. Seriously, Y/N, why didn’t you call me tell me to fuck off?”

You shrug, “You were already on your way with food, and gas money. It just didn’t feel right.” You turn to face you’re computer again, “Besides, Chris and I have things to work out before we should be intimate again.”

Mykal rolled their chair over to your side of the dual cubicle. “Like…” they waggle their perfectly plucked eyebrows at you, nosily.

Sighing, “Like living together,” you turn to them. “Did you know this man told me this morning that last night was my last night in my own gotdamn house?! Like who the fuck does that?”

It was Mykal turn to shrug, “He probably thought it was a cute gesture. You know a gentle push since you’re engaged and all. You can’t raise a family in a one bedroom two bath barely nine hundred square foot home.” They point out.

You open your mouth and shut it, because that made sense. Chris’ house was at least five times the square feet as yours, it is the perfect house to raise a family in. But that was besides the point. “That’s besides the point,” you spoke your thought out loud. “The bearded prick didn’t even ask he just told me what to do. You know I don’t play like that.”

“I know, but does he?” Mykal asked in barely a whisper. They held your gaze knowingly.

You sniff lifting your chin up, “That’s none of his damn business,” you turn to your computer not seeing the screen.

Mykal placed a hand gingerly on your shoulder feeling you stiffen. “It is his business, Y/N. You have accepted his marriage proposal, he has a right to know. You need to be truthful with him.”

“No, I don’t,” you say defiantly. “He didn’t tell me about his girlfriend that died, I don’t have to tell him about my past either.”

Squeezing your shoulder, “Well it seems to me you both hand things to sort out before you move in together, especially before you get married.” Mykal pats your shoulder then let’s go.

Your shoulders slump, “You’re supposed to be on my side.” You begin to fiddle with the engagement ring you wore on a chain around your neck.

“I’m on the side that gets you your happiness slash happily ever after, Y/N. Right now the person preventing you from getting there is you.”

Huffing then slouching in your chair. Mykal was right of course.

“Chris says we can rent out my house and use the money for my art.” You mutter as you begin to pick at your fingernails. You glance at Mykal’s knowing expression. “I know I know, he’s wonderful. Just looking out for me blah blah blah.” You could feel tears starting to set in and blew fiercely through your nose to prevent that. Not at work.

Ahsoka feeling your discomfort came a put her large head on your lap. You sniff as your anxiety began to ease.

“It’s hard for me to get into that mindset that I am deserving of his wonderfulness. I just have this nagging feeling that this is just a fleeting moment. I’m not meant to be happy, Mykal.” You sigh regretfully, glancing at them before going back to work. “I just know it.”

You were surprised that Mykal didn’t contradict you instead going back to their desk and returning to work. They didn’t bring up the subject for the rest of the day opting to change the topic. Even when you inquired about them dating Ealy you just got short answers.

“Are you mad at me,” you ask them quietly as the both of you walked to your respective cars after clocking out.

They shake their head, “No, just disappointed.” They take your hand and give it a hard squeeze. “You are a brilliant woman, Y/N, you know this because I have told you that your entire life. But your past is keeping you from being happy…and that’s something only you can fix.”

They kiss your cheek and turn to walk to their car.

You knew in your heart they were right. But that gnawing feeling in your gut was something you couldn’t shake. Your mind wanders as you drive home wondering how you could tell Chris this. When you pull up you see Naya’s car parked outside along with Chris’.

You let out a long groan, before putting on a smile as you entered your once peaceful abode.

✧。.・✭

After greeting Dodger at the door you straighten feeling the heavy tension in your living room.

Your mother who didn’t give birth to you, stood coming over with a fake smize to welcome you home. “Forgive my dropping by but I needed to ask you something face to face, Y/N.” Naya said smugly. She glanced over her shoulder at your fiancé who had followed Naya over to you as well.

If she was startled by Chris’ cat like walking she didn’t show.

Chris lifts your chin, peaking your lips, taking your purse and computer case from you before walking away without a word. You can tell by his set jaw he is furious, as you wonder what all went down.

“Okay,” you say slowly. Stepping around Naya you head for the kitchen. You were starving and needed food now. “I need food.”

After talking to you about Chris at her wedding dress fitting, Naya had taken it upon herself to cyberstalk your future fiancé. From his Instagram and Twitter accounts to an obscure Facebook fan page with a very detailed list of every woman he had ever dated and how long, from when to when. Nothing about Chris’ past was off limits to her; his business was her business.

You find Chris taking out two plates of food out of the oven, putting them down at your respective spots at the bar. You smile at him hoping to get one back, but he squared his jaw and continued to scowl, crossing his arms as he glared at Naya.

“So sorry, Naya, we weren’t expecting you so I can’t offer you a plate.” Chris said curtly. “Maybe next time you’d call first?” He makes a point to cast his eyes toward the front door.

Coming up next to him, handing him a beer. “Thanks for dinner, Poohbear,” you get to your toes to kiss his cheek, then turn your attention to Naya. “Okay, spill your face to face news, YaYa.”

Naya had returned Chris’ scowl with one of her own, before turning her attention to you. Her eyes went from simmering coals to bright warm embers. She reached over the bar for your hands as your eyes connected. “I want you to be the god mother.”

Your face scrunches up then breaks into a squeal as realization hits. “Oh my god, congratulations, YaYa!” You come around the galley bar to hug her. “How far along are you?” Your eyes going to her midsection.

“Just started the second trimester,” Naya beamed. She cast a smirk over at Chris before being lead over to the living room to sit.

Chris’ jaw ticked as he ran a hand through his hair. Letting out a long sigh through his nose he took both plates and places them back in the oven. He filled Ahsoka’s bowl before going out back with Dodger to toss the ball around.

Pinching the bridge of his nose then hastily rubbing his eyes, Chris got lost in his thoughts. From moving you into his house, to the house he was building for you back in Boston to now one of your best friends being pregnant…something he had been trying to do practically since his first time with you.

He threw the ball far, as Ahsoka joined Dodger to run after it. The corner of his mouth twitched as he ran a hand through his long dark brown locks.

“Hey, Naya, Y/N isn’t here,” Chris said about an hour earlier. “I’ll tell her you stopped by-” he was cut off as Naya stepped inside.

“I know her schedule, l’ll just wait.” Naya smirked walking into the house. “I need to ask her something in person.”

Grimacing, There it was another friend getting in the way of having alone time with you.

“You know there’s this new thing called FaceTime. You should check it out. You can talk to someone face to face and not be in the same room or state.” He smiled as he joked.

“Yeah, you’re not funny.” Naya says walking into the living room and sits, taking out her phone. She glances up at him. “Must be the looks.” She chided.

Chris’ eyebrows shot up to his hairline, he sat opposite her, “What’s your problem with me, Naya? I mean I’ve been cordial with you…nice even.” He asks.

She scoffs, “You want a cookie for being decent human being? Figures.”

Chris flushed, “What! No. Why would I want a…” his beet red face scrunched up in confusion. “What does “figures” mean?”

Naya rolled her eyes with a knowing smirk, “You’re dating-engaged to a black woman and you don’t know what “figures” means?” Her dark brown mischievous eyes glanced at her phone before going back to your fiancé. “You two haven’t had the talk, huh.” Naya looked taken aback as she mumbled more to herself than Chris, “Typical Y/N behavior.”

She looks back at Chris her harsh and expression softening some, “When you dated Gabrielle Union, how long did that relationship last?” Naya inquired.

It was Chris’ turn to be a reserved, the women had cyber stalked his past, that explained her behavior towards him, “Five months…why?”

Naya nods, “You wouldn’t have gotten the talk with her.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, “The racism talk,” Chris caught her eyes. “I know that we need to talk about-”

“How do you plan to protect her, Evans?” She interrupts him. “Do you even know what it’s like to be a black woman in this town, country? I’m Afro Latina and even I have had my fair share of it from that fandom. Y/N isn’t even in the biz you are forcing her to be in. The public will crucify her.” Naya grimaced in fear of what was to come. Breaking the eye contact she whispered, “Y/N can’t handle that.”

Chris swallowed hard. He knew in the back of his mind that this would be a barrier between you and him. He had been avoiding it as it was a reason why he and Gabrielle broke up. Hanging his head, he rubbed his tawny beard, “Y/N is stronger than you think, Naya. I can teach her how to deal with the press and paparazzi.”

He stood, “And Y/N can teach me how the recognize micro aggressions and gas-lighting. She will be my wife, Naya, whether you try to talk her out of it or not.” Chris went to start on dinner.

Naya’s brown eyes narrowed, standing as well she ponied herself to the bar watching him gather ingredients for the meal. “To be honest, Evans, you are a very good influence on Y/N.” She confessed after the smell of sautéed onions filled the kitchen.

She noticed his broad shoulders square as if giving her a signal he was listening. Naya continued, “Y/N first told me about you at her bridesmaid dress fitting. When she told me that you had stopped texting her for two weeks everyone could see she was heartbroken.”

Chris turned off the burner, turning to face her.

“I mean, you can tell that it’s extremely difficult to be let into her life. That something awful happened.”

Chris crossed his arms and nodded.

“Only one that knows is Mykal. They won’t spill, been her ride-or-die since first grade. You can’t buy that kind of loyalty.”

“No you can’t.” Chris whispered agreeing. “It’s something I’ve been working on with her. She is very tight-lipped about her past, my Y/N. It’s been very difficult to get her to trust me.”

Naya studied him for a good thirty seconds. Just like Amber said he is honest and wears his heart on his sleeve. “What happens if she never opens up to you?”

Chris glanced away, thinking about his promise of long haul and the house he was building. “I’m not going anywhere, Naya. I love Y/N; she’s the only person I see myself with. And I hope in time she will trust me enough to share that part of her life; until then I can live without knowing. I imagine she will tell me when the time is right.”

Naya nodded satisfied with his answer, “Hope she does too.” She clasped her hands together, “So what’s for dinner, Evans?” Eyeing the pan.

Chris chortles, “Whatever is in your frig at your house, Riveria.”

Chris felt your arms wrap around his waist, his anxiety melting away at your touch. He laughed when your hands wandered upwards squeezing his pecs and making two HONK sounds before coming around to face him.

“Sorry for the interruption, Poohbear; Naya is gone now.” You informed him with a smile.

Chris takes your hands from his waist engulfing them with his large ones. “Good,” he brushed his lips across your exposed knuckles. “Let’s eat, huh.” He gives a small smile as he leads you back inside.

You sit at the bar as Chris takes out the dinner for the second time placing it in front of you. He takes your hand blessing the brown sugar glazed bone-in pork chops, lemon zested French green beans, and a first time attempt at Yorkshire pudding.

“It looks delicious, Chris.” You say cutting into the meat. “Mmmmm, this is better than BJ’s.” You say after tasting it.

Chris chokes on his swig of beer, “W-What?” He coughs in shock and confusion.

Chuckling, you answer him, “It’s a restaurant, Poohbear, get your mind out of the gutter.”

Blushing, Chris lets out a sigh, “I knew that-”

“Sure you did,” you tease nudging him with your shoulder.

The tips of his ears deepened in a reddish hue, “Okay, so I didn’t know,” he admitted. “Didn’t they know the acronym when they named it?”

You shrug, “My guess is no, but it’s called BJs Brewhouse so I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

Chris licks his lips as he pushes the green beans around, “I’m sorry for this morning, Y/N.” He gave you a nervous smile. “I just think if we want to start a new life, a family; we can’t do that in a one bedroom two bathroom house.”

Nodding, “You’re right, about needing more space.” you agree, “Just maybe next time you want to spring something big on me, the morning isn’t the time to do it.” You suggest.

“It’s noted, you aren’t a morning person. So let us talk now.” He turns to look at you wiping his mouth. “Tell me why you don’t want to move in with me.”

You swallow hard before meeting his gaze, “I never said that.”

“Don’t lie, Y/N, I will always tell. Scott said you barely stayed at the house and you haven’t been back since the tour.” Chris eyed you.

He loosen your bottom lip you began to chew, before taking your left hand in both of his. “The jeweler is an old family friend. Known me since before I was born, told me he’d designed the perfect ring for Melody.” The corner of his mouth went up as your eyes widened at the ring on your finger. “This isn’t it, Y/N.” He reassures you.

“I didn’t-” you start.

“Your eyes did.” He chuckled. “No I designed this one because that’s what a husband should do for his wife. Notice those things you love and incorporate them into gifts you will treasure.” Taking a deep breath, “Melody was my first everything, and I loved her. She knew me before my stardom it was something I could trust not to be ruined. Something I have been searching for since, until you.”

“I trust the fact that you don’t need me, Y/N. My money, the fame or access, that you don’t want that. It’s because you don’t, that I want to…to share it with you. I have a need to share it, all, with you.” Chris leans forward a pecks your lips then shutters.

“All I ask is for you to trust me with all of you.” His blue eyes burrow deep into your brown ones as if digging to find out secrets. “Everything, Y/N, can you do that?” He pulls back noticing goosebumps on your arms. “Not at this moment,” he rubs your arms, “just promise me you will.”

Your heart is beating so loudly in your ears you could barrel make out his last words. Nodding, “I can try to do that.” you whisper. Though doubt your own words.

Chris gave you a warm smile that lifted your spirit. “Thank you, Butterfly. Now let’s finish dinner so we can finish packing up.” He says pecking your lips before turning back to his meal.

You stare at your meal, the craving for it gone. But you cut into your pork chop when you see Chris eyeing you. Your mind wanders to what you had just promised, wondering how long would it be until you had to tell him everything. How long would he give you until he made you tell him everything? What would he do once he knew the truth about you?

Your eyes wander to your engagement ring, as a foreboding feeling begins to sink your heart. You glance at Chris, who was almost done with his food, you begin to hurry with yours.

No, he wouldn’t be able to handle your past. You blink back tears; Mykal was wrong you weren’t meant to be happy. You just needed to begin preparing yourself for the inevitable end.

゜❤︎・.✧。.・✭ Oooo Kinky ゜❤︎・.✧。.・✭

As soon as you finish unpacking the last bin, Chris had shown you another side of himself. One that he had a kink of spanking you learned on the first officially moved-in night with him, later the next week.

“A safe word?” You look up from your dinner Chris had cooked for you. “Why do you have another kink besides knocking me up and having me call you Zaddy?” You tease with a grin.

The smile faded as his eyes sparkled with sultry mischief. It was the perfect time to introduce it you being ovulating as well according to the calendar he kept on his phone. So he knew when to give you space and comfort during those times of the month.

“Just that I’ve wanted to spank that ass of yours while I fuck you, since we’ve met. Will you let me, Butterfly?”

You swallow hard shuttering as a shiver of curiosity ran down your spine, “Will it hurt?”

Chris stood coming close to you, he leaned against the table. “I would never hurt you, but yeah. You may like it, Y/N, it’s why we need a safe word.” He stroked your cheek before cupping your chin he lifted it to him. “Safe word, Y/N?”

“Kiwi” you whisper as he leaned down to kiss.

Chris groaned, taking you by the upper arms pulling you up to settle between his thighs. His hands roamed over your ass warming it then gave it a quick SMACK.

“Ow.” You back out of the kiss as Chris’ big hands rubbed the pain away.

Chris smirks as he switched places with you. You place your hands on the table bracing yourself as Chris leaned his body against yours one hand unbuckling your jeans the other pulling them and your panties down to your ankles and you stepped out of them.

Chris hissed as his cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his pants. “Let’s see if my wife likes to be spanked,” he husked in your ear before biting the lobe. He rubbed your lower right cheek pinching it hard earning him a squeal.

Pushing you flat on top of the table exposed your nether regions to him more. He hits you a few of times on each cheek to make you cry out. But as you did you felt your pussy moisten and begin to leak. You let out a sensual moan.

“Guess the wife likes her spanking” Chris unbuckles his belt releasing his member stepping out of his jeans and underwear. Two thick fingers slipped inside you and you purred your back arching with his thrusts. You whimper when he removes them turning to look back at him. He replaces them with his mouth.

The man told you your pussy was his favorite meal. A guttural moan escapes your lips as his tongue flicks in and out of you. His moist fingers pinching your clit hard. You are about to cum when he stops.

Chris pushes you back down flat against the table then enters your sloppy wet folds. Your eyes roll and go cross as his thrust intensify. His large hand wraps gently around your throat pulling you up to stand as he wraps his other arm around your waist holding you firmly his chest.

You whimper as your legs begin to loose their strength to hold you up. “Zaddy…I’m going to fall.” You grip his wrapped forearm. You are on your toes in a moment as you are fuck walked into the bedroom. Chris stops at the standing mirror.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, my Butterfly.” He says as you open your eyes to his in the mirror. He removed your blouse and bra within seconds as your legs are spread wider with his knees so you watch his cock pump in and out of you. “Watch as I put a baby in you.” He smirked kissing the side of your head feeling your walls clamp down as you screamed an orgasm.

“Oh god, Zaddy,” you cry out as he keeps at you. Your juices running down your inner thighs; you are walked over to the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees and put that tasty ass in the air for your Zaddy.” He growls in your ear before releasing you.

You do as told sneaking a glance back as you rested your head on a pillow. Chris was still rock hard his cock and pubic hair glistened with your essence. He took off his shirt following you on the bed. You groan as he slaps you ass cheeks hard. He does it again and again as your bury your face in the pillow.

Are you going to fucking orgasm from a spanking you cross yourself?

Your toes curling, and limbs shaking uncontrollably was your answer. You are jerked up by your hair gently but firmly.

“Did you just cum without my permission?” He husked in your ear.

“It felt good,” you confess in a whimper when he spanks you again. You waggle your butt at him. “I liked it.” You see him smile. You let him move you onto your back and between your legs. You cup his cheek and he kisses your palm as you guide him back inside you.

“So it seems we didn’t need a safe word. Just had to try something new.” He moved slowly within you, lifting your legs onto his forearms hitting you deeper. “And you liked it, I told you.” Chris kisses you lovingly, his tongue mating with yours.

You meet his thrusts with your own, hearing him groan your name against your lips. Chris hits your spot again and again drawing you nearer to another orgasm. Your nails scrape against his back you feel yourself clamp down as Chris bites the nap of neck which sends you over. You fall limp with sated sigh, but Chris isn’t done.

He turns you over on your stomach pressing you deeper into the mattress with his weight. He continues without breaking his rhythm as he straddles your thighs. You feel him release deep inside you but he still remains hard.

You tap out but Chris doesn’t let you. You begin to plea but all you hear is a low chuckle. He pulls you up so you both are on your knees. His arms wrapped tight around you holding your arms down. One arm under your breasts the other on top holding you securely to his chest, Chris thrusting relentlessly in you.

“I told you I was going to put a baby in you and you are going to enjoy letting me.” He held you close sighing into your hair. “This will be a regular thing until you are. And if you tap out now just know I’ll wake you up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to finish.”

Your eyes cross with your third orgasm of the night. You even feel him seed you again but Chris was relentless. “Oh god, Chris, at least take a fucking break!” You plea again shaking your head wildly as you feel as if you are loosing your sanity.

Chris’ forearm wraps around your neck stopping your head from shaking, then slapped your ass, hard, making you cry out. “What the fuck did you just call me, Butterfly?” He hisses in your ear, the same hand gently rubbing away the sting.

“Sorry, Zaddy…”you whimper tears leaking out the corners of your eyes at the pain.

He changed positions again laying on his back and having you ride him. “And risk you falling asleep…doubtful.” Chris kissed you collarbone his hands getting your breast ready for his mouth. “Plus, Wife, you aren’t a morning person even if it’s for a very good reason.”

You purr, body betraying you, as his lips find your nipples his teeth scraping them to hard nubs. Trying to hold back rocking your hips fiercely against him, your fourth release comes quick with a sploosh soaking his midsection.

Chris cups your chin giving you a kiss that made you forget your name.

“That’s my girl,” he smiles seeding you for the last time, tonight, his cock finally going soft. “It’s not a good fuck until the sheets are ruined.” With that he lets you sleep with a soft and gentle kiss goodnight.

*✧。.・✭

You awake the next morning to your phone buzzing. You swore you turned off your alarm but picking it up from the nightstand to see your sister, Mira is calling. And she never calls unless it was a life threatening emergency.

“Hey?” You say in a low voice, “what’s wrong?”

“Mom… Dad came after her again…she’s in the hospital, Y/N.” Your sister sighed. “I’m on vacation in Hawaii with my family and Brendan is out of the country.”

It was your turn to sigh. “Okay, text me the details, and I’ll call off work.” You hang up. Squeezing your eyes together as you remember that you just came back from a long extended holiday with Amber. Now would have to call off again this time with no excuse. Doing this would cost you your job you realize as a sinking feeling set in.

Clicking off the light of the phone. It was 3am in California which meant it was 7am in Boston. You glance over at Chris who slept on his back, an arm across his broad chest the other hand latched vice-like onto your butt. You look up flights and book a flight that leaves at 7am.

You turn to face him laying your head on his shoulder. “Chris?”

“Mmmm, yes…” he mutters.

You swallow hard, not sure at how to go about this so you lie. “I need to go into work today.”

Chris stirs to open his eyes. “You told me you took a sick day?” He raises an eyebrow he stared at your face even in dark he could tell. “Y/N, you need to stop lying to me. I will always tell,” He sat up, “whether the light is on or not.” He said sitting up, turning on the lights.

Damn him.

His blue eyes narrow at you, “You want to try again?”

Your shoulders sink. “My mom is in the hospital and I need to be there.” You say the truth but in the simplest least informative way.

Chris gives a peck, “Then we’ll go see her.” He strokes the apple of your cheek with his knuckles.

“You have prior commitments, Chris,” you move out of the bed wincing in pain as your pelvis feels sore and your pussy is raw, so is your butt, heat still radiating off it. If you looked in the mirror you knew it was still red. You needed to get away to heal from last night. “Your Ryan Johnson movie remember.” You head for the bathroom.

Chris curses then follows you. “Okay, but if you need anything, Y/N,” he pulls you into his arms.

You cup his cheek getting on your toes, Chris bends down so you can kiss him. “I’ll call when I land.”

*✧。.・✭ Chapter End *✧。.・✭

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Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed Chapter 16. Sorry for the wait, I hope a longer chapter made up for it. So a lot happened in this chapter and a lot more will happen in the next, can’t wait for you to read that one👀. Chris finally gets to meet your family, but not on the terms you would have wanted. What will happen once he knows the truth? Is this the beginning of the end of your happily ever after?

As always thank you so much for taking the time to read my little fic. It means the world that you keep coming back every time. Thank you for the likes and reblogs. Special thank you with virtual hugs for those that comment. You truly make my day. If you would like to be tagged for the next update reply on this post telling me or send a message and you will be added. Until next time, TTFN. 🤗

[monaeesstuff]

I feel like this is exactly how it’s going to go😩 Bobby is so sweet

whenever you're ready

buck & bobby || rated: g || wc: 792 || read on ao3

Buck had been kind of expecting it when Bobby pulled him aside one day after shift and gently asked to speak with him.

He knew he was acting weird around the station, that he was jittery and flighty but he couldn’t help it. So far he had only told Maddie that he was bisexual and it was sitting on the tip of his tongue anytime he was around the others. He desperately wanted to tell them but he didn’t want to just blurt it out over breakfast, he wanted to tell them all individually. Buck wasn’t exactly sure why he wanted to do it like that, surely ripping off the bandaid and telling everyone at once would be easier but he felt vulnerable sharing this part of him and he wanted to do it how it felt right to him.

He felt anxious as Bobby closed the door behind them, leaving them alone in the captain’s office.

“Talk to me, Buck,” Bobby said gently, gesturing for him to have a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “You’ve been jumpy for a couple days now. Is something going on, kid?”

“I— I haven’t been jumpy,” He tried, swallowing roughly when Bobby just gave him a look.

Bobby surprised him by sitting down on the chair next to him, Buck had been expecting him to sit at his desk. “I know something is going on, Buck. You don’t have to talk about it, I can’t make you, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what it is, okay?”

Buck felt his throat go tight as tears burned at his eyes, taking him by surprise. The earnest support in Bobby’s expression made him crumble. “I— I realized something about myself the other day.”

“Okay,” Bobby said, encouraging him to continue with a nod of his head.

“I’m bisexual,” Buck said quickly, getting the words out as fast as possible.

Bobby was quiet for a moment, digesting Buck’s words and making Buck sweat. But then he was cracking a wide smile and saying, “Thank you for telling me, kid. I’m so proud of you.”

Buck felt all the tension melt away. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bobby nodded. He stood up and held out his arms, unsurprised when Buck shot up and collapsed against him. Bobby tucked Buck against his chest and hugged him tightly.

“You’re sure you’re okay with it?” Buck asked. He knew that Bobby had never been anything but accepting with Hen but there was still that kernel of anxiety that sat in his chest, weighing him down.

“Of course, Buck,” Bobby reassured him. “You love who you love and that’s that. I’m glad that you’ve figured this out.”

“Me too,” Buck said, pulling away from the hug. “I feel…free in a way that I’ve never felt before,” He admitted shyly.

“Well, it’s a pretty big thing to discover so that makes sense,” Bobby said, putting his hand on Buck’s shoulder and squeezing. “So that’s why you’ve been so jumpy?”

“Yeah,” Buck looked down at his hands. “I want to tell everyone I’m just…nervous.”

“You know they’ll give you nothing but support, right?”

“I know,” Buck nodded. “I just…it’s hard to find the words, I guess. I’ve told Maddie and now you, I guess I should tell the rest of them, huh?”

“Who you tell, and when, is up to you, son. We’re your family, we’ll be here when you’re ready,” Bobby said quietly.

“Yeah, that’s what Maddie said,” Buck gave him a small smile. “I think I’m almost ready.”

“You don’t have to rush, you can let it happen when it happens,” Bobby advised. “Whatever it is you choose, just make sure it’s what’s best for you.”

Buck swallowed roughly, his throat going tight again as emotion rushed through him. He’d known Bobby would be supportive but he hadn’t expected how it would affect him, to have the man he saw as a father figure accept him with total ease, not even an ounce of hesitation. “Thank you, Bobby,” Buck said sincerely. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

Bobby just hugged him again and Buck let a breath, hugging back just as tightly. When they separated Bobby cleared his throat. “Now, go on. You must have somewhere to be on a Friday night.”

“Actually,” Buck ducked his head. “Our date is tomorrow.”

“Good for you, kid,” Bobby smiled. “You have fun and stay safe.”

“You got it, Cap,” Buck saluted, grinning as he walked to the door and let himself out of the office. He walked out of the station smiling and whistling to himself, feeling so light and carefree.

Two down, a few more to go.

[monaeesstuff]

Tommy had me kicking my feet and smiling so hard😭

No bc what wrecks me it’s how sweet and respectful Tommy was. He guided Buck’s lips into his own but he didn’t pressure him, he gave him time and space to pull back if he wanted to. He didn’t grab him, nor did he deepen the kiss. Then they pulled back, and this man, with his entire heart in his hand, asked two times if it was okay, if that’s what Buck wanted, because picking up on signs can only go so far. And smiled when he explicitly told him yes. Only after did he straighten his shirt and ask him out.