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aroeddiediaz · 21 days

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7x04 Coda

Sprained ankles hurt. Eddie shouldn’t be as surprised as he is by the pain, because he knows all too well that the amount of pain injuries feel like is almost inverse with the actual damage they cause. A shot from a sniper felt like almost nothing, while a stubbed toe sends ricochets up his spine.

But that’s nothing compared to the encroaching feeling of dread as Eddie thinks back on his interactions with Buck over the last two weeks, and what might have caused his best friend to lash out at him.

“I think we fucked up,” he grumbles to Tommy, who gives him a quick glance before returning his attention to the road.

“You mean with Evan?” Tommy says.

Evan. That was kind of weird, right? Eddie had only ever heard Buck’s sister and parents call him by his first name before. He’d only used the name once himself, when he told Buck about his will.

But Buck hadn’t corrected Tommy on it, so he must not mind, Eddie supposes.

Eddie shakes that stray thought away.

“Yeah,” he continues, even though talking kind of hurts right now. That didn’t seem fair, it’s Eddie’s ankle that’s injured, not his lungs. “I mean, with me kind of blowing him off to come to that karaoke night… and the UFC fight in Vegas… and the pickup game…”

Looking back on it now, Eddie’s not sure when it all got so out of hand. He and Tommy had hit it off on the Coast Guard ride back to LA, while Buck was off checking in with Bobby and Athena. He’d been so excited as they shared their similar interests and history- army, MMA, old cars- that he’d immediately made plans to hang out. When Tommy mentioned that he could get them rinkside tickets in Vegas, Eddie had jumped on it immediately. He didn’t even think about mentioning it to Buck.

And the babysitting thing… Eddie kind of wants to curl up thinking back to the strange face Buck had made when Eddie asked him to watch over Chris. Buck usually loved hanging out with Chris, even volunteering for it when Eddie mentioned having plans, so he didn’t think twice about asking it of him. He should have known.

“Ooh, yeah.” Tommy lets out a whistle. “We did fuck up, huh. Could have at least invited him to muay thai after the match.”

Eddie laughs a little, strained by the pain and the stirrings of shame. “Buck doesn’t know muay thai. Just boxing.”

“Yeah?” There’s a funny tone to Tommy’s voice. “Maybe we should teach him.”

Eddie does a careful rotation of his inflamed joint. The stretch does help ease the pain a little. “Maybe you should offer him lessons,” he says. “I’m gonna be out of commission for a little bit.”

Tommy glances at him again. A slightly longer one, with them stopped at a red light, kind of searching. “You think he’d be interested in learning from me?”

“Oh yeah. You’re great. And Buck’s a quick study for sure.” Eddie glances out the window, and sees the urgent care clinic sign just past the intersection. “Actually, you think you could do me a favor?”

The light turns green. Tommy drives forward. “Of course.”

“Could you talk to Buck for me?” Eddie asks. “I’m sure he’s feeling all sorts of guilty right now, and it’s not his fault. He just got a little too aggressive at the game.”

It’s really too bad. Buck’s really good at basketball, for someone who hates the game so much. Eddie’s sure he’ll never get Buck to touch a ball again.

“Uh, yeah,” Tommy says, slowly, as he pulls up into the parking lot. “If you’re sure you want me to speak with him.”

Eddie nods. “He’s probably licking his wounds at his loft right now, and he’ll need a bit of a kick in the pants before he comes to see me. I trust you.”

Tommy chuckles a little. “Alright, then. I’ll swing by his place in the morning, before my shift, check in on him for you.”

That’s a relief. They find a parking spot close to the clinic entrance, and Eddie hisses a little as he opens the door and swings his legs out. He needs to be more considerate of Buck’s feelings, going forward. He has the sinking feeling that he’s started to take him for granted.

He’ll have to pay him more attention.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #evan buckley #i did not expect to be able to pack in as much subtext in this as I did lmao #god this was fun

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thisismeracing · 5 months

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― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU

it's just us against the world (f): Some fans noticed how Leiws is constantly listening to Y/n’s songs and decided to back him up and make it happen a bit faster. Will their cupid play work?

jealousy, jealousy (f): After a red carpet interaction, people are shipping Yn with Chris Evans without knowing that she’s dating a pilot. What will Lewis do when he sees the fuss internet is making about it?

a friend of a friend (f): After a friend in common introduced them, Lewis and Yn can’t seem to stay away from each other, and the fans are quick to catch and manifest a relationship.

part of your world (f): What happens when Lewis goes to the theater with his nephews and realizes he now has a new favorite Disney movie. The princess? Ynl Yln and she’s definitely fairytale-worthy outside the screens as well.

she's that girl (f): Lewis would never imagine that something, or rather someone, could take his attention off Beyonce during her own show, but one of her dancers did

sunshine (f): In which Lewis starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

moonshine (f): In which Lewis is sunshine, but dates a grumpy!reader and fans start noticing how different they are.

food baby (f): Yn is used to posting her belly after meals, claiming it’s her “food baby”, but fans are hell-bent on waiting for the reveal of a real baby Hamilton.

mó paz (f): It’s time for the Interlagos GP and fans are excited to see how Lewis’ Portuguese sounds after becoming a citizen AND dating Yn.

after the afterparty (f): Fans have been watching Yn and Lewis interact since she first started attending races. Nothing seemed enough for them to pinpoint what was going on between the two until the Las Vegas Gran Prix happened, and contrary to the belief, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas. Yn and Lewis are about to find out.

your time (a): A couple months after the biggest breakup in the F1 paddock, your song gets leaked, and the internet uproars about your relationship again. This time they have more ammunition than ever to feed the narrative that Lewis Hamilton cheated on you. Are they right though?

more than friends (f): You’re friends with Lewis, but fans don’t buy the “just friends” discourse - for them, you and Lewis make the most powerful couple, even if you’re not famous. And maybe they’re right, maybe you’re supposed to be more than friends.

― ✦ BLURBS

Home (f)

Essays and cuddles (f)

More than friends (a)

― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES

the phantom of miscommunication (a): Dating a professional athlete is hard, and it’s even harder when you are famous too, and your schedules just keep crashing. How will their love beat their insecurities?

haunted (s): Lost in the years, lost in the days, Lewis Hamilton haunts the house that once was his. The house where he was killed. And the house that now has new inhabitants. He was used to blowing candles, breaking chinas, and it being enough for the curious newbies to leave. However, it was the first time he met someone who wouldn’t act terrified by his presence. Yn was curious, and that curiosity had a price. Lewis was the one who would collect the debt.

bad religion (s)✷: He used to be a sinner, maybe that’s why nowadays he has so much compassion for those. Your kindness, however, can be your downfall. Especially when directed towards a demon. A breach and a hand to hold were all that Yn needed to complete the Devil’s wish. Lewis should have crushed the snake’s head before she swiftly bit him.

this love is ours (f): Relationships aren’t usually easy. Add to it the fact that you date a world champion racing driver, and your dad doesn’t really like said driver and the media is ready to dissect every move you make. At the end of the day, the stakes are high and the waters can be rough, but what you share with Lewis is true love, and it’s yours

heartdresser (f): When Lewis finds himself just a couple days away from a racing weekend and without his usual braids he desperately searches for suggestions of available hairdressers in the area. As the saying goes, love can come from the most unexpected places, and Lewis is about to discover that this is, in fact, true.

― ✦ HEADCANONS

♡ lewis dating a korean girl ♡ lewis marrying a desi girl ♡ lewis as a dad ✷

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#lh44 #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #f1 fandom #formula one imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #op: masterlists

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buckaroosboogara · 19 days

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I feel like Buck was trying to get Tommy's attention after all, at least when he went to visit him to talk about piloting helicopters and all that jazz, but then when Eddie arrived with his big truck acting all giddy and Tommy greeted him like that he:

A.) Got jealous of the person arriving (we can see his face drop at the mention of the raincheck because Tommy had something else to do with someone else before Eddie is in the frame) because he wanted to be the focus of Tommy's attention and get him to light up by his mere presence like that for some reason he could not pickpoint and the person just happened to be Eddie.

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B.) He then realized it was his best friend who was hanging out with another guy and not him, and was doing fun new stuff when all they, Buck and Eddie, probably do is stick to this household routine playing the little family and apparently that was not what Eddie wanted anymore. Tommy and Eddie went out to a fight in Vegas, Tommy and Eddie went out to a fun Karaoke Night, Tommy and Eddie went out to play a Basketball Game while Buck now seems like the type that only likes to go out for a celebratory beer after a good shift with the 118 and if it's plans with Eddie, he likes to go to the Diaz household and spend time there. (It's Evan "I'm not really a guest." Buckley, y'all)

So he is jealous of Tommy and Eddie together, and Tommy and Eddie separately as individuals.

Jealous that Eddie found someone else he could just click with, jealous that Tommy found another guy that made him laugh and stole his attention and jealous that they were hanging out without Buck and having a good time without him being there, ultimately making him feel expendable.

Maybe he is even jealous that this going out feels a lot like they're going on dates, and he doesn't really go out one on one with Eddie unless it's to go to the park but with Chris, and he also doesn't really know how to feel about that or why he is feeling that pit on his stomach whenever he thinks about Tommy and Eddie dating each other.

He rationalizes then that he has never felt this way around Eddie's girlfriends, so Tommy going on dates must be the reason.

So, he must be trying to catch Tommy's attention, right?

#and thus #buck bothered and bewildered #911 meta #i guess #accidentally lmao #911 stuff #911 abc #oliver stark #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinnard #buddie #bucktommy

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trashinaglass-archive · 2 years

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Asshole

Chris’s first impression was not great

A/n: I’ve had this idea saved in my drafts for an embarrassingly long time

It was routine for anyone. You take your partner to meet someone, and the first question is always how did you two meet?

It got annoying with other relationships; having to embarrassingly admit you met on tinder or the boring we met in high school story that no one really cares about. Until your latest boyfriend came around and made the worst question one of your favorites.

“So, how did you two meet?” Your cousin asked excitedly, looking between the both of you. You looked over at Chris with a smirk as he rolled his eyes, letting you tell the story.

. . .

You were in Vegas. It was spring break, and you were relaxing by the pool, eagerly soaking in any noise that wasn’t a professors voice.

You had just ordered a drink when a body bumped past you. You turn in annoyance for a quick second before feeling your foot bump into something. Bending down, you pick up the wallet and realize the guy that bumped into your shoulder had dropped it.

“Hey,” you called for him, tapping his shoulder.

“I’m not taking any pictures,” he snapped, not bothering to turn around.

“But I just-“

“I’m not giving you anything,” he turned making you stop in your tracks as raised his voice slightly. “Just go away.”

He kept walking, as you held the wallet in your hand, tapping it against your palm a few times before finally opening it. Maybe you had the wrong person. You pulled out the identification.

Christopher Robert Evans

You continued looking through the wallet, trying to find a number of anyone you could contact, but there wasn’t any. “What an idiot,” you breathed out.

You have one last look in his direction, seeing that he had officially walked out of the pool area, and turned back to your sitting area where your friends were giving you strange looks.

“Where did you go?” She asked as the waiter brought you your drink. You gave him a quick thank you before turning back to your friends.

“Someone dropped their wallet, and when I tried to return it to that someone, he got very angry and basically stomped off like a child,” you shrugged.

Their brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

“Chris Evans,” you mouthed, unsure of who’s were ears may be listening. The girls eyes quickly widened in disbelief. “I couldn’t get anything out, he just starting screaming about no pictures. Like, I don’t want a fucking picture with you, I’m just trying to be a good person.”

“Should you take it to the cops, report it as lost?” One of the girls suggested.

“Probably,” you admit with a smirk. “But I could also hold onto it with the hopes of him coming back to look for it and make him answer for his actions.”

“You’re an asshole,” she giggled.

You shrugged, “he started it.”

—

You all went back up to your room a few hours later, showering and getting changed for dinner. You decided to wait for them in the hotel lobby, loving any chance you got to people watch in a city like Las Vegas. It didn’t take long to notice the tall man walking up to the front desk. You could hear him from where you sat, asking if any lost wallets had been turned in. You pulled it out of your purse, holding it up in the air for him to see.

You were the first thing his eyes landed on when he turned in frustration. It showed on his face that he remembered you, a look of realization falling over his features as he walked over to you.

“Take a cold shower?” You asked. “Seems you had some steam to blow off.”

He sighed, nodding his head. “I’m sorry. I just- I was having a bad day and so many people had been approaching me wanting something. It was no reason to get angry with you, but I just needed a break.”

“I understand,” you smile at him. “I’m no celebrity, but I’m sure it’s not easy.”

“So you aren’t angry,” he clarified, making you laugh.

“I was extremely annoyed at first, but no. I’m not mad at you.” You hand him the wallet back, and he stuffed it into his back pocket. “Not even gonna check if I took anything?” You joked.

He laughed. “I wouldn’t really be mad if you did. I’m the one that didn’t take it back when you tried.”

“Well, shit, give it back, I want a $20.”

You both burst into laughter at your sentence. “Maybe I can offer something better- I don’t have any plans tonight. Would you like to go to dinner with me? As an apology.”

You breathed in a sigh, wondering how you were supposed to reject a hot movie star. “I had actually-“

“Don’t say no!” Your friend shouted from behind Chris, startling the both of you. “She would love to go.”

Chris stood patiently waiting for your answer. “I would love to join you for dinner,” you answer finally, blushing when he offered his arm to you. Your friends silently cheered behind him as he turned to them.

“Promise not to keep her too long,” he said politely, as if they were your parents.

They flicked their hands and shook their heads. “Keep her as long as you want.” “Don’t even worry about it.”

Chris chuckled at their response and turned back to you. “See you later,” you waved at them as the two of you walked out of the hotel. As you reach the door, you turn back to mouth at them oh my god as they gave you thumbs up, mouthing back good luck.

—

“Compliments of the chef,” the waitress said, placing two spoons and a small plate with a slice of dessert on it between the two of you before turning fully to Chris. “He’s a big fan and actually showed up today in a Captain America shirt.”

Chris smiled shyly at that. “Well, let him know I say thank you, and the food was incredible.”

“I will. Um, and are you guys on two checks or one?” She asked looking between the two of you.

“Two,” you say, right as Chris says “one”.

You both look at each other, unwilling to let the other win. “I gave you so much trouble today, don’t worry about it.”

“It was not a big deal,” you tell him, pulling your card out of your bag. “Take my card,” you turn toward the waitress, feeling bad she had to stand through the situation.

“Don’t take her card,” he objected, holding his own out for the waitress to take.

She laughed awkwardly. “I’m sorry, but I have to stick with the girls,” she said as she grabbed both cards. “I’ll be right back.”

“I have to use the restroom really quick,” you excuse yourself, grabbing your phone but leaving your bag behind. You dial your friends number, hearing the dial tone barely ringing before they pick up.

How is it going?! Is he as amazing as he seems on tv? If y’all smush, can I watch? Omg, you better put out tonight!

“Oh my god,” you gasp as you’re bombarded with questions from your friends. “Fucking chill out. It’s not even a date. I doubt he’s trying to fuck me.”

“He’s a man, of course he is,” one of them replied, making you giggle. “But, whatever, tell us everything!”

You turn to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, smiling softly thinking about the man waiting for you at the table. “He is a perfect gentleman. And I don’t ever want tonight to end.”

“Awww,” they both say. “Can we be bridesmaids when you get married?”

You roll your eyes, fixing your hair a little. “Don’t give me hope.”

“He likes you!” Your friend exclaimed, giving you the confidence boost you needed. “Any normal person would’ve said thanks, maybe give some cash as a reward, but that’s it. He wouldn’t have invited you to dinner if he didn’t like what he saw.”

“Liking what you see and liking the person they are, are two different things,” you shrug.

“And if he can’t see that you’re just as beautiful on the inside then he doesn’t deserve you. That’s his issue, not yours.”

You sigh, not knowing what else to say. “I really like him.”

“I can tell,” your friend laughed. “Don’t let it get in your way though. Stop being nervous, and just have fun.”

You nod, “you’re right. Okay, I got to get back. Thanks for the pep talk. I’ll see you guys later.”

You hang up, take on last look at yourself in the mirror, trying to freshen up as much as you could, and made your way back to the table.

“Sorry for taking so long. There were a ton of people in there,” you tell him as you sit back down, the waiters following soon after to return your cards and checks as she wished you both a good night.

The two of you signed off on the checks and left, taking your precious time walking back to the hotel. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I had a lot of fun,” you turn to look at him as you made it back, Chris offering to walk you all the way to your room door where you stood now.

“I had a great time, too,” he smiled at you and you could feel the blush coming to your face. “And I’m sorry, again, for being an asshole to you earlier. My mom would be so embarrassed.”

You giggle softly at the comment, finding it so sweet. “Well, she did a good job raising you.”

“Thanks,” he also softly chuckled. The both of you stood there for a second in silence as you held onto the hope that he would ask for your number. “Well, um, have a good night. I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip.”

“Thank you, you too,” you smile as you watch him turn and walk back towards the elevator as you unlocked the door, catching his eye contact as you step inside and close the door. “Did you hear everything you were hoping to hear?” You called out, knowing your friends had their ears against the door before you opened it.

“No, now sit your ass down and tell us how it went.”

You did as instructed, telling them everything, both to include them, but also in hopes of committing it to memory. Once they were pleased with the information they got, you took a shower and put on fresh clothes. You pull your journal out of your bag and toss it on the nightstand when you noticed something poke out the corner. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you open the book to find out what it was.

It was a folded piece of paper that you opened to find two twenty dollar bills and a phone number. Since you asked so nicely ;) was written on the paper beneath the dollars. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help feeling like a giddy little kid, quickly grabbing your phone and entering the number.

Thanks for cash, but I only requested $20…

You clicked send and anxiously watched for his reply.

I guess that means we’ll have to see each other again so you can return one

That can be arranged

#Chris Evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans blurb

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itsagentromanoff · 1 year

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Bucky: [about Tony] That guy scares me.

Steve: That guy scares a lot of people.

#original: las vegas #robert downey jr #chris evans #sebastian stan #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the avengers #non avengers quotes #quoting the avengers

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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Chris couldn’t find his Vegas Bride!Reader for a solid six months. She was living in Chicago and then had a chance to work abroad in Italy and she took it while unknowingly married to him.

#chris evans x vegas bride!reader #married in vegas trope #waking up in vegas trope

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originallandlockedmariner · 4 months

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2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Another Again

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: After you go at it, you get mad then you go at it again. With Chris. And a friend.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Allusions to substance use, intoxication, a lil bit of jealousy, lowkey scheming, threesome (MFF), face riding, eating groceries, oral sex (all receiving), p in v, bukakke, unprotected sex with multiple partners, degredation kink, good girl kink, cum play, just filth flarn filth, pwp.

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You should have known something was up when you saw Tessa and Chris talking after the premiere. Why would your date be speaking with your ex?

And where was Chris’s date? Poor girl. Something was up but you decided not to care and indulged even more in the debauchery of the evening.

You were forced to go to Chris’s Las Vegas film premiere by your publicist, because you were slated to begin filming again with him in a couple of months. You tried not to think about it, but the contracts were signed while you were still together, and you were deep in delusion that everything would be fine, and that working together would be fun.

Ha!

Everyone had been speculating that you and Chris would get back together. Until you showed up tonight with Tessa Thompson on your arm.

You’d set everyone’s heads spinning. Now, the love triangle theories were in motion already on social media. The twitter fingers, IG trolls, and Tik Tok theorists were hard at work.

It didn’t help that you and Chris had been constantly photographed near or with each other in the last few months, such as when Chris kissed you outside your rented villa in Cannes one afternoon and the paps caught a choice pic of his hands on your ass, or when they caught you leaving his hotel in his shirt one morning a few weeks ago. Or you two canoodling at a club in New York last month.

It also didn’t help that Tessa had been working her way through the beautiful people of hollywood. One hour into this event and the internet was on fire because of you. And so were Tessa and Chris.

This after party was lit. While you were at the bar you stole a glance back at where Tessa and Chris had been talking, only to find Chris, gorgeous in an outfit that showed off his physique. Those lithe muscles were rippling under a shirt and a jacket.

Damn, he was hot.

You were going to have to speak to him sometime tonight, but you told yourself that Chris wouldn’t capture you with that body, that tongue, or that cock tonight, or that look in his deep blue eyes.

Not tonight, Satan.

You turned to the reporter asking you a question, eagerly giving Chris your back as you heard fans and reporters yell ‘Chris, Chris! Over Here!”

Chris started off trying to pretend he wasn’t soaking up every bit of you tonight. It was his birthday, he should have been having fun, but all he could think about was you.

When you turned your back, he saw your shoulder blades in the graphic tank top you were wearing and remembered last month where he bent you over the sink in that club.

He knew that you two should quit it, because neither of you would admit the truth. This again and again and again was delicious to torture, however, fueling his waking dreams.

But then when he realized that you and Tessa were together tonight, his mind lit up with the possibilities. He (barely) remembered a substance-filled night in New Zealand with Tessa. And a couple more beautiful people. He knew that she would be down for his plan.

Besides, Tessa owed him one.

——

And after the after party was lit.

You let loose and indulged in every thing offered at the exclusive party. The fact that Chris was hosting in his private villa at Cesar’s Palace was even more reason to get blasted. Vegas was Chris’ town and since his birthday recently passed he wanted to celebrate.You didn’t want to think too much tonight, just have a good time with Tessa. You didn’t have time to be mad at Chris.

You were all over each other. Lit and carefree, you were willfully oblivious at Chris clocking you from across whatever room you were in.

Tessa whispered something about “Dark Chris Evans” as you were dancing, and you two looked over at him watching and laughed. He downed the glass of White Hennessy he was holding as he sensed what you were talking about.

Chris barely noticed his date taking in the scene and leaving his side, and the party, for the night. When he looked over and saw that she was gone, he was relieved.

Now he could focus on you.

He made two drinks and brought them over to you and Tessa.

Hours later, when everyone was gone, you, Tessa and Chris were watching the water in Chris’s pool reflect off the lights and shadows on his pool deck. You all were wide awake, the combination of substances giving you an especially mellow mood.

You stretched and as you closed your eyes, Chris and Tessa’s were on your body, then they looked at each other. A silent communication flew between them, and her slight nod gave him the green light.

Tessa’s hand was on your thigh and moving north. She moved closer and you turned to her and gave her a kiss, her tongue delicately, skillfully, devastating your senses your mouth. You moaned and leaned into it, frankly forgetting Chris was there.

“That mouth, Baby girl. I need to experience more of it,” husked Tessa as she licked her lips. This was your first intimate experience with her, even though she’d sent thirst traps and sensuous good morning texts that had turned into sexting only once.

You felt Chris’s hand on your other thigh. He cleared his throat and you looked over at him and laughed.

“Jealous?”

Chris dragged his eyes up from the way your dress had ridden up and smiled at you.

“Actually, no. But I am a little mad.”

You turned toward him, intrigued.

“Mad about what?”

Tessa started kissing your neck and moving her hand under your dress, her warm lithe fingers teasing you over your thong. Your eyes drooped and you wet your lips keeping them open for air. This situation was hot as fuck. You felt Chris’ eyes were on you, and somehow, you knew he was hard as fuck. The possibilities were getting you slick.

“…You missed my birthday…”

Tessa’s hand went under your panties as you didn’t answer Chris, but turned around and kissed her again, arching your back.

Chris’s hand went to your braless nipple over your dress and played with it.

Your legs opened wider as Tessa played with your cunt, gathering wetness with which to start flicking your clit. Chris followed Tessa’s lead to your panties, and plunged two thick fingers inside your sopping wet hole as you arched to meet his digits.

“Fuck-fuck… Chris.”

You murmured in between kisses to Tessa’s lips.

“Don’t stop Tess…L-lemme guess what you want for a present Christopher…”

You chuckled into Tessa’s mouth and then cursed as Chris went deeper inside you.

You were practically in Tessa’s lap, feeling all the sensations.

You wanted to say that what he wanted was cliché, but you couldn’t speak at the moment. Tessa’s soft laughter was ringing in your ears as Chris finger fucked you. Her hand was under your panties now, twirling your clit and addling your brain. It was like she and Chris were competing to get you off.

This could be a lot of fun.

Chris watched your face intently, and shifted to accommodate his growing cock. As you writhed and moaned under their attention, Chris was reminded that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

He leaned toward you and kissed your open mouth. He drew back slowly and pulled his fingers from your pulsing pussy.

“I want your pleasure. I want this.”

Chris showed you his fingers. Then, he put them in his mouth and slowly pulled them out. You shuddered because Tessa was still circling your clit.

“You can be the center of attention, baby girl. I think Chris wants you to have the world tonight.”

Tessa’s throaty whisper was affecting you, and you took her face in your hands. She fed you her fingers and you licked yourself off them. Then you asked her a question.

“Are you ok with this?”

Tessa’s eyes went over your shoulder and then back to yours.

“More than okay. This isn’t the first time Chris and I have…. Had experiences together.”

You looked back at Chris, not knowing how to feel about what Tessa just said. But you pushed those feelings down and jerked your head a little, beckoning him closer.

You shared a filthy kiss with Chris over your shoulder as Tessa went under your dress to find your tits. Her slender fingers worked magic as you sensuously ground in her lap.

You leaned into Chris and breathily replied to him.

“You should get what you want for your birthday.”

Chris groaned a little, kissed you again, then stood up and took your hand, peeling you off of Tessa. He grabbed your hand and practically pulled you through the villa to the master suite.

Tessa was following closely.

The way she looked at Chris told you all you needed to know. She must have read your mind as she walked up to you and put her palm on your cheek.

“Chris and I are old friends. And sometimes my friends and I have a friendly kind of fun.” She kissed your pouty lips softly. Tessa pressed her entire body against yours.

“I know you and Chris have a …thing.” She looked at him behind you. “But there’s no need to worry.”

You started to protest and she kissed you to silence you again.

“Shhhh, sweet baby. Lemme taste exactly how sweet you are.”

Tessa’s hands were under your dress, reaching for your thong and pulling it down before you realized. But when you registered it, and witnessed her inhaling your scent, you sat down on the edge of the bed and opened your legs wide. You watched as Tessa sank to her knees, keeping her eyes on you all the while.

As she rubbed her hands along your thighs, you felt Chris come up behind you and put his legs on either side of yours, embracing you from behind. You leaned back, feeling his hard on poking you in your back. Electricity flowed between the three of you, and of all the sensations you felt, most of all, you felt safe.

Especially with Chris holding you.

Tessa pushed your dress up to expose your bare cunt. A small smile framed her delectable mouth. She looked up at Chris, eyes wide.

“‘S beautiful isn’t it.”

You could feel his smile against your neck. You couldn’t stay still, you wanted them to touch you again, desperate for the attention you needed.

“It’s just so pretty. And the way the wetness looks, dripping down. So cuteee!”

Tessa leaned down and looked up at you as she sensually licked a stripe up your wet pussy.

“Fuck, she tastes so good. I see why you keep coming back for more.”

Tessa dove straight in, her wicked tongue sparking fireworks behind your lids. Chris pulled your dress up and over your head.

“I gotta see this. Tessa’s mouth…Fuck!”

You heard Chris start to pant as she started to eat you out, her hands holding your legs open wide. You started to squirm and wiggle and close your legs. Chris leaned down to speak into your ear urgently.

“Be still. Take that shit. Lemme see her make you cum.”

And then, he grabbed your legs, hooking his hands under your knees and spread you even wider, giving Tessa wider birth to destroy your soul.

Tessa looked up at you both as her tongue danced in your cunt, fucking you very, very well.

“Play with that clit.”

You just whimpered and watched Tessa eat you out while listening to Chris in your ear. It was nirvana. Chris jerked your legs apart a little further.

“I said, play with yourself. You can do it baby. Get it sloppy for me and Tess.”

You whined and moved your hand to circle your clit as Tessa dove in deeper, and in a matter of seconds, you were releasing. Tessa skillfully lapped it up, taking all that you had to offer.

You were a whimpering mess as Tessa stood up and leaned over you.

The way Chris grabbed her by the throat and kissed her made your cunt pound anew. You watched from underneath them and the sight of two beautiful people you desired kissing made every thing on you hard and soft and wet.

“She’s so fucking delicious. I need more.”

Chris growled after he tasted you on Tessa tongue.

Chris unbuttoned Tessa’s blouse and she helped him strip it off, then he paused and disrobed himself. Soon, all three of you were naked in his bedroom. They both turned to you and you scooted backward on the bed at the look in their eyes. You were a little frightened, but you didn’t want the night to end yet.

“Did you like seeing Tessa eat my pussy?” You asked Chris as he stared at you from the foot of the bed and Tessa lay down beside you. She stroked her hand up and down your body , teasing your nipples at each pass.

“I like what I just saw. I need to see something up close, though.”

Chris’s deep voice rumbled through you as he knelt and grabbed your thighs, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed, open to him. Tessa leaned down and gently, ever so gently, bit your nipple, and then started tonguing and sucking more roughly.

Chris watched your wet pussy clench as you threaded your fingers through Tessas hair, back arched and eyes closed. Then, he started his meal. He ate you out like a man starved. Chris loved your pussy; Chris loved everything about you.

What he loved most was that he was giving you the gift of pleasure for his birthday. He felt like a lucky man.

Your eyes fluttered open and closed and you intermittently watched Tessa finger herself as she watched Chris work and kiss your mouth and your body. You moaned and reached out to her.

“Lemme eat that.”

“Holy shit!”

Chris groaned as he looked up to see Tessa grin and move to the head of the bed to sit on your face. He had a prime view from beneath his friend of you licking and sucking and slurping Tessa’s cunt. He kissed Tessa and they grinned at each other, having the time of their lives.

You weren’t quiet about it, and you were sloppy, but the tangy taste of Tessa Thomspon was everything. She exploded on your taste buds and it was like you just couldn’t get enough.

“So fucking….. good.”

You moaned as Tessa quivered and Chris pulled away. You felt him line up and you started outright sucking Tessa’s clit at the sensation and stretch of him entering you. She was about to cum, you could tell, from the way she started jerking when you started moaning into her.

“Eat that pussy like a good. Fucking. Girl.”

Chris was pounding you now, going to town, eyes rolling back at the feelings, sights and sounds. He was also holding Tessa by the throat.

“Damn! That tongue! So so so good.”

You had never heard Tessa whine before she came that second time. You wanted more. She turned feral as you started to finger her, crooking your fingers to reach her spot. She trembled on top of you, her fat pussy lips so beautiful. You couldn’t help but drag your tongue through her folds.

“Oooh Fuck this little slut! Fuck her with that fucking huge cock, Chris. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Should’ve brought my strap.”

Chris was punctuating Tessa’s narration with powerful thrusts and watching you go to town. He ties her up and flicked your nipples, causing you to cream around his cock even more.

Tessa leaned down to lick your clit, and some of you off Chris’s shaft.

“Hmmmm.”

She licked her lips and then kissed Chris again.

“And then let us both lick her off your cock and your balls.”

The filth pouring from Tessa’s mouth made you cum around Chris, made him utter a string of epithets, and made Tessa cum on your face. Again.

Chris pulled out of you, standing back as Tessa fell over and licked your sensitive, quivering hole. It was too much.

You pushed her off of you and then looked up to see Chris glaring at you. He tsked.

“That won’t do, baby. Flick that clit.”

“But Chris…” You whined.

“Do. It. You little slut. I knew you were a whore for my dick, but pussy too?”

You moaned started circling your clit with two fingers tentatively, starting in earnest when you saw Tessa get on her knees. You leaned up to get a better view as Tessa asked to taste you.

The thing is, she asked Chris.

You started cuming again when you saw Tessa deepthroat Chris and then pull him slowly out. They kept up the show, both Tessa and Chris watching you as she sucked him off.

“Fuucckkkk! Yes.”

Chris watched your desire dazed face while Tessa did work, and then crooked a finger at you.

“Get your ass down here.”

He pointed to the floor, and you quickly got down beside Tessa. You started tonguing and sucking his balls as Tessa continued to suck his dick. You two slurped up and down his pole, sharing demented kisses around Chris’ cock.

Then, Tessa got underneath you to eat you out while you gagged on Chris. The room was full of filthy, pornographic sounds as you got each other off.

Chris watched as long as he could, then pulled away from your mouth suddenly, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing to stave off his eruption.

“You two are gonna make me blow my load.”

He got down on the floor and before you knew it, you were staring at the ceiling again. This time, both of them were between your legs, their tongues competing for dominance. Their kisses were now for your pleasure, as one or both of them ate your holes at once.

A cacophony of mouths and fingers and sensations melded as they made you cum again. Chris lay down to put you on top and pushed inside you once more. Tessa was admiring you both.

“Get that ass over here, Tess.”

Chris’s voice was everything.

She climbed on his face and rode as you did his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Eat that shit, Chris!” You didn’t recognize your own voice.

You started kissing her and twisting her nipples, causing her to grind her pussy on Chris’s face and cum screaming in your arms. As she rolled off of Chris, he sat up and you licked and sucked Tessa’s juice from his mouth, cumming hard as he grabbed your ass and his fingers invaded your other hole.

Somehow, you forgot about Tessa as Chris fucked you through it. Then, he cussed as he pulled out, this time stroking fast.

“Come get it, y/n. This is all for you.”

You noticed Tessa smiling and you both got up on your knees. She nodded as she got behind you, holding you and reaching to circle your clit as Chris grunted and groaned and spurted his spend all over your face and tits.

“Unhhhhhhhh! Gotdamn it, you’re so fucking hot.”

Chris groaned as he gave it all to you.

You caught a good portion of it in your open mouth; his warm salty goodness tasted delicious. Tessa was whispering in your ear.

“Is it good? You like filling your belly, don’t you, you little minx.”

Her musical giggle made you smile, laugh and obey when Chris told you to…

“Open.”

He took your messy chin and checked to make sure you swallowed.

“Good girl.”

Chris leaned down to kiss you. You looked into his eyes and something flipped inside you. There was this crazy connection. He felt it, smiled and then turned toward the bathroom, winking at you over his shoulder. You don’t know why your stomach did that thing it did.

Tessa dragged you into the shower.

“That was fun! I’m not tired yet. In fact, I’m hungry,”

Tessa grinned at you.

“I know a 24 hour taco truck.”

Chris’s deep voice made your tummy flutter again. You smiled at him shyly, feeling closer to him than you ever had. He leaned down and tenderly kissed your forehead.

“You good?”

He looked deep into your eyes. Had they pushed you too far? We’re you going to run again?

“I’m perfect.”

“That you are.”

He smiled at you and you smiled back, caught up. You were reminded that Tessa was there when she clapped her hands. You laughed, and all three of you climbed into Chris’ shower.

“Are you down to get tacos? We can’t let the fun end! It is Chris's Birthday celebration!”

Tessa was looking at you with such hope that you couldn’t smash and dash this time.

“I’m all the way down.”

You smiled and picked up Chris’s body wash, leaning into the spray as you squirted soap into his hands to wash your back. This time, you wouldn’t mind smelling like him.

It turned out to be a fun weekend.

And when a friendly three way kiss was captured by the paps, you broke the internet.

Again.

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Path to Heaven

Summary: You’re down to your last few dollars after trying to make it big in Hollywood and Vegas, finally realising you need to head home. But you need money for the bus fare, and a small card in the casino ladies room offered enough money for something you’d never considered doing. Little do you know the person behind the camera is one of Vegas’s high rollers.

Pairing: Vegas Mobster Chris Evans x Female Reader (no size or race mentioned)

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Amateur Porn, Masturbation, Sex Toys/vibrators, Oral Sex (Female Receiving).

Word count: 2601

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Path to Heaven

Fiddling with the scrap of paper you checked the address one last time. ‘Sunset Motel 8pm, meet outside the snack bar’. Your stomach grumbled and you were painfully aware you’d barely eaten for the whole day, the scent of the greasy fried food coming from inside cementing in stone you needed to do this gig.

You’d travelled to LA with dreams of being a star, but as your savings had dwindled and too many gigs being for exposure you’d moved onto Las Vegas and the idea of being a dancer. Sure you’d danced in school, you’d even been on the cheer and gymnastics squad for a while so had the skill and balance, but when clubs and shows hadn’t been hiring and call after call had been a rejection you’d decided it was time to go home. But you were now at the point of needing the bus fare, so desperate times called for desperate measures. A small card pinned to the mirror of the dancers ladies room in the last casino had given you all the information you’d needed, and a quick call later the man with the heavy East Coast accent had explained what the job was and how much you’d get.

So this is how you found yourself standing outside a seedy motel at dusk, the lights of the famous Vegas strip a long way off.

“Hey, are you Angel?”

The thick accent from which enquired your ‘stage’ name caused you to turn, and you were slightly taken aback by who you saw. Expecting some seedy fat balding guy in a fedora, what you were greeted by was a bearded god, his patterned shirt undone but tucked into his black dress pants, a pristine white white-beater tee underneath giving a teasing glimpse of tattoos on his chest and shoulders. Even in the neon light you could pick up a hint of grey in his beard telling you he was definitely at the end of his thirties rather than the start.

“Angel?” he enquired again, doubting himself for a moment, but you nodded your head and his expression softened. Holding out his arm he gently tucked it around your shoulders as he started to steer you away from the well lit safety of the front of the motel to the secluded darkness of the exposed hallways; “Well, i’m Chris. I know we discussed everything on the phone, but i wanted to let you know you can duck out at any time, no hard feelings”

“O-okay”

“You ever done this before?” You shook your head and he continued; “Well, i’m gonna let you check out the room, there’s some stuff for you to change into, you can do your hair and makeup in the bathroom whilst i set the camera up. It’s just you and the toys, they’re all new and sealed, you just pick which one you’d like to use. Once you’ve cum you get paid, straight cash.”

“O-okay”

Your stomach was doing little flips. Was this worth it? He could be a serial killer, you could end up the subject of a Netflix true crime unsolved case for all you knew. But how else would you get the money to get home.

Home. Not that there was anything nice waiting for you. Family that had been glad to see the back of you, a town with no prospects. If you were honest with yourself getting chopped to pieces by an attractive serial killer actually appealed compared to going home.

“Here we are”

Chris opened the door and let you step inside. The room was dark pink and had a lot of velvet in its decor. A mirrored disco ball span very slowly from the ceiling, letting the light scatter over the room.

“Oh, this is nicer than i was expecting”

Chris just chuckled quietly as he crossed the room, before handing you a small bag;

“I’ll set the camera up whilst you get ready”

The nerves were back. Swallowing the lump in your throat you nodded and headed to the bathroom. Once inside the fluorescent light was harsh, but you quickly fixed your hair and makeup before pulling on the ‘outfit’ that’d been supplied. Thigh high socks and a barely there string pantie set, tiny lace bra where most of your tits were exposed. You tugged at the lace and tried your best to keep your nipples covered in a vain attempt at decency, but for what point you had no idea. The butterflies were back in your stomach, quickly taking a drink from the tap before taking one final deep breath and stepping out of the room.

You were surprised to find Chris standing outside the door, jumping back a little as you were startled by him, before looking down at his hands and seeing he was holding a small selection of dildo’s and vibrators;

“You pick which one you want”

As if picking a piece of fruit from a buffet you quickly looked over the choices, slightly concerned at the size of some of them, before settling on a bright pink vibrating wand with a slight curve.

“Get settled on the bed, take it at your own pace. I’ll be here behind the camera, i can give you pointers and we can edit the sound out later or put music over the top”

Climbing onto the big bed you settled at the pillows, before Chris quietly laughed;

“No, you’re gonna have to come closer to the camera”

He leant over the bed and grabbed your ankles, gently but firmly pulling you across the soft bedcover until your ass was on the end of the mattress. Did it feel good to have his hands wrapped around your ankles? Absolutely. Were you starting to relax for the first time in god knows how long? Almost. What you couldn’t get out of your mind was how good it felt to have him touch you.

Settling your feet on the low ottoman at the end of the bed,you tugged some cushions and pillows behind you to rest against before Chris nodded and confirmed the camera was rolling.

Staring into the distance you started to run your hands down your body, realising your tits had popped out of your bralette but letting the anticipation of the event pebble your nipples, finding them hard as you ran your palms over them. Letting your hands go lower you smoothed them over your soft stomach before parting your legs and rubbed over your barely covered core. Getting lost in the moment you let your head fall back, enjoying the feel of your own touch. It had been weeks since you’d touched yourself, the stress and exhaustion of your life had meant you’d all but forgotten about self pleasure. Yet your fingers never forgot, they knew the path to heaven and without realising you’d tugged your panties to the side and had started to tease your lips. You could feel the wetness start to grow, your juices coating your fingers when you heard Chris’s low whisper;

“Good, now start to use the vibe”

You’d almost forgotten he was there, opening your eyes and trying not to act surprised or to throw yourself from the flow. Grasping the long pink vibe you pressed the button but was wholly unprepared as it sprang into life;

“OH FUCK!” you cried out as it swung about wildly like an eel out of water before you dropped it on the bed. Scrambling to grab it you finally caught up with it as it tried to escape to the floor, before kneeling at the far side of the bed. Taking a deep breath you let it out slowly before turning to Chris; “Sorry about that”

He stood beside the camera, his knuckles on his lips as he tried to hide his amusement;

“No, no, it’s fine, they get away from all of us occasionally… unpredictable little things”

As you climbed back across the bed you nodded;

“Well this one is quite big actually”

He fiddled with the camera to start rolling again;

“Oh, its no smaller than i…” his quiet admission trailed off and you pretended you hadn't heard, but now you were curious.

Settling back on the cushions you switched the vibe on again before changing the settings, finding a speed and movement that seemed appealing before you started to get back into the moment.

But the mood of the room had changed. You were hyper focused on your task, yet the vibe seemed to be having no effect. Sure you were getting wetter, and as you traced your entrance with the smooth round tip you could feel it start to slide in with ease, but it didn’t increase your pleasure. Moving your other hand to your clit you strummed at the nub, working your fingertip over it in tight circles, whilst pumping the vibe in and out of your velvet walls, yet you seemed to get no further. You tried, seconds turned to minutes, but your pleasure never built. Eventually you pulled the vibe out with a disgruntled groan and flopped back onto the bed;

“Can we take a break?”

You heard Chris switch the camera off before the bed dipped. Peering out of one eye you saw he was sat on the end of the bed;

“Listen, Angel, are you ok?”

You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling;

“Yeah. No. I don’t know. I just can’t… ya know… cum… Got a lot on my mind and it just doesn’t want to happen”

“If you want we can call it quits. I’ll pay you half even though we didn’t get much footage”

“No no no, i can do it, even if i have to fake it. I need the whole amount for my ticket home, i’ve got nothing right now”

“Home?”

You sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them;

“Yeah. Finally calling it quits. Failed in Hollywood, failed in Vegas. Time to head back to the people that don’t like me but will give me a roof over my head” you took a deep breath; “So yeah, let's do this…”

You felt Chris get up and could hear him setting the camera up to record again;

“Okay… action”

Lying back on the pillows you traced around your labia with the vibe, letting it buzz against your clit before moving it down and sliding it into your now soaked entrance. The fingers of your other hand splayed open your folds whilst your middle finger tried to work its magic again, working tried and tested circles. But yet again it was to no avail. It just wasn’t happening. With a grunt of frustration you let your legs go limp as you flung your arms back, one arm across your face;

“Fuck”

Whatever you were expecting next, it wasn’t the touch of a large hand against your thigh. Your head snapped up and you saw Chris kneeling on the floor in front of you;

“You just need to relax. I can help…”

“Yes” you interrupted him.

He laughed quietly, the puff of warm air a pleasant surprise on your skin as he moved closer. You watched - mesmerised by his proximity - as he firmly grasped the vibe and pulled it free, switching it off and setting it on the floor. Pressing the palms of his hands to your inner thighs, he pushed your legs obscenely wide open, hooking the lace of your panties over one of his thumbs;

“You have one of the prettiest pussies i’ve ever seen”

The thumb of his other hand gently ran over the seam of your core as he doused it in your essence, before he moved it up to your clit and started to rub the pad of it against the sensitive pearl. On a particular pattern of swirls your cried out his name, your body shuddering as the tell tale coil of pleasure rekindled within you.

“That’s it, that’s my girl, does it feel good when i play with this pussy? You look so damn delicious…”

“Please… Please Chris”

You watched, wide eyed in wonder as he pushed his face forwards and those plump lips pressed a kiss to your pearl, before an incredibly wide and juicy tongue lapped a thick line up through your folds. He hummed against you as his thumb started to rub at your clit again and his tongue lapped at your entrance, his beard rubbing against your soft skin.

“Taste so good, such good pussy”

You couldn’t help yourself as your hand reached out and grasped at his soft brown hair, guiding his mouth against you as you felt his tongue flex inside you. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching and you couldn’t help but to wriggle and fidget on the bed, grinding yourself against Chris’s mouth as he tongue fucked you like a man starved.

“Oh fuck i’m gonna cum”

“That’s it baby, come on my tongue”

Pushing his tongue even further into you it was the trigger to allow your release to take over, shaking as you cried out his name. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave of pleasure, ridding your mind of worries and anxiety, just the bright white light of euphoria coursing through your veins. Nothing else in that moment mattered, for those thirty seconds you were free and you’d found your path to heaven, or at least, Chris had.

When the buzz started to wear off you realised you were laid back on the bed, Chris moving around packing away the camera. Sitting bolt upright you panicked;

“What? We haven’t filmed! I need that money!”

He nodded to the bed;

“Beside you. In fact i’ve doubled it” he stopped and walked over to you, sitting on the bed; “I want to make you an offer”

“What kind of offer?”

“A job”

“Listen, i’m not a hooker, i just needed the cash to get home… i never even wanted to do the porn…” you were on your feet and grabbing for your clothing as Chris stood.

“No, nothing like that”

Pausing with one leg in your denim shorts; “Oh”

“I have a couple of businesses. Legitimate, well, mostly legitimate businesses; Bars, motels, a small casino. If you can fix drinks then i need someone in our VIP lounge bar tomorrow”

“Oh… I guess… yeah, that sounds good. I can find a room somewhere…”

“I’ll get you a room at the casino”

You watched whilst you finished getting dress as Chris packed things up, before the pair of you left the room and Chris walked you to his car. The vintage muscle car was pristine, smooth 1970s lines and an engine that roared and sent a shiver through your spine as you sat in the passenger seat. He rested a hand on your thigh and patted it;

“Don’t worry Angel, I’ll take good care of you now”

Cruising along the Vegas Strip you looked out at the bright lights, and for the first time enjoyed the view. Things were looking up. As you pulled up to one of the larger Casino’s you finally felt the synapses in your brain connect; Chris, Casino, ‘mostly legitimate’...

“Oh fuck”

“What’s the matter Angel?”

“You’re Chris Evans”

“You just figured that out?!” he chuckled as traffic moved slowly in the valet line for the ‘The Tea Party’ Casino. He rested his hand on your thigh again; “Is this gonna be a problem?”

You shook your head;

“No. It’s fine… it’s fine…”

“Good girl”

And that was how you found yourself working for one of Vegas’s biggest mobsters.

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