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cevansbrat0007 · 10 days

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There is a trend on some social media where the wife/Gf gives her man a full plate and only her self a little saying that is all that was left. How would Andy and Ari act in that situation?

What's Eating You, Mr. Levinson?

Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to read Andrew Barber's reaction to the same prompt.

Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Brief Mention of Calorie Counting, Bickering, Manhandling, Threats of Spanking/Punishment, Discussion of a Sex Tape, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Ari Levinson from my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this. If anybody asked, you would claim temporary insanity. But right now you were about to get up to some mischief.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” You mutter under your breath as you adjust the position of the camera you hid tucked away behind a plant. Pleased with the angle, you make a mental note to revisit the world of Harry Potter sooner rather than later.

It was officially time for a reread.

Tonight you were gonna play a little joke on your bounty hunter boyfriend. One that you’d come across the other day after accidentally straying from the wonderful world of BookTok. You just hoped he would find it as amusing as you did. In fact, you were certain that he would.

Eventually.

Hands on your hips, you do an about-face and traipse back into the kitchen to get started on dinner. On tonight’s menu was a Tuscan pork roast, complete with red wine mushrooms and Haricots Verts – also known as French Green Beans. And for dessert, you’d decided to whip up your man’s favorite: key lime pie

So, even if he got pissed at you later, you were confident you had something that would soothe his ruffled feathers.

Fingers crossed.

Later that Evening…

The heady thrum of excitement hits you the moment you hear the open and shut of your front door. Having anticipated his arrival, you’d even thrown on a new dress and cued up a little music. While it wasn’t your usual style, you knew without a doubt that Ari would appreciate your efforts.

“Bird?”

The sound of your nickname has a smile forming on your lips before you even realize it. Smoothing your hands over your skirt, you make your way towards your mudroom, eager to greet your handsome bounty hunter.

His eyes light up the moment he sees you. He stands there for a moment, drinking in the sight you clad in your new black dress and wedge heels.

“Well, get a look at you.” He breathes, allowing his bag to drop at his feet next to his forgotten boots.

“You like?” Biting your lip, you give into temptation and do a little spin.

Confidence blooms when you hear his appreciative whistle. But that’s nowhere near enough for your man. Because now that you’d gone and given him a show, he wanted more.

“Oh baby, I love.”

Pulling you into his arms, his mouth quickly descends upon your own. His tongue wastes no time finding yours, exploring every inch, every corner of your mouth. He lets you know without words that he’s so unbelievably happy to be home holding you like this.

You cling to him, your hands roving beneath the soft fabric of his t-shirt to run along the sculpted plane of his back. When he finally lets you up for air it’s so he can nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, unique scent.

“You’re beautiful.” He rasps, pecking your lips once more, his large hands come up to frame your face. “So beautiful. Can’t wait to take this dress off you later, see what you might be hiding underneath.”

“All in good time, Beast.” Your lashes flutter closed as you lean into his touch. “All in good time.”

“What if I don’t wanna wait?” His husky growl rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest as he fiddles the material of your skirt.

“Well, you’re gonna.” Comes your cheeky response. “So go on and wash up for supper. We’re having something yummy.” You bat as his hands, intending to shoo him up the stairs.

The look that flashes across your man’s face makes it clear that he’d much rather have you for dinner instead. He boxes you in, slowly crowding you with his much larger frame as he backs you against a nearby wall.

However, you refuse to let yourself be swayed.

“I mean it, mister.” You repeat, poking him in the chest. “Now, be a good boy and go wash up.” Ari’s eyes darken at your words. His head dips without warning as he bites your finger, sucking the digit into his mouth, making you gasp.

“Alright, Duchess. Have it your way.” He growls once he finally deigns to release you. “You’d best be ready for me when I get back.” With that, he gives you his back as he strides off in the direction of the stairs.

“I ain’t scared of you.” You tell his retreating form, waiting until you hear his heavy footfalls sounding on the floor above you. Only then do you move, intending to finish setting up for dinner.

‘Alright, sugar.’ You think, taking a second to fluff your curls. ‘Time to earn yourself an Oscar.’

Fifteen Minutes Later…

You’ve just finished hiding away what’s left of your meal when you hear Ari make his way into your tiny dining room.

“Have a seat, Beast!” You call out, hoping that the act you were about to put on was at least mildly convincing. “I–I’ll be right in.”

Blowing out a breath you snag your bounty hunter’s plate, along with a glass of wine, and head into the next room. Although he admittedly wasn’t much of a wine drinker before he met you, he tended to enjoy whatever selection you paired with your meal.

Tonight you’d picked a lovely pinot noir.

This time when you see him, you’re treated to the sight of a freshly showered Ari lazily sprawled in one of your slightly too small chairs. His still damp hair is pushed back off his face as he waits for you, patiently biding his time while he plans his next move.

Or so you assumed, anyway.

“Here you are.” You sing as you approach. “Tonight I bring you an expertly roasted Tuscan pork loin, complete with a garlic and mushroom risotto and french-style green beans.”

“Smells good, baby.” He absentmindedly scratches at his jaw while he surveys the mountain of food on his plate.

“Hopefully it tastes good too.” You lean down to press a quick kiss against his temple. “I’ll, uh, be right back with mine.” The handsome brute smacks your ass when you turn to depart, making you yip.

“Hurry back.” He grunts, letting out a chuckle when he sees you trying to rub the sting out of your butt.

Seconds later you return with your food before quietly taking a seat at the table, all the while refusing to make eye contact. Picking up your napkin, you make a show of draping it across your knee, and then…

You wait.

It doesn’t take long for Ari to notice the differences between your respective plates, and it takes even less time for him to speak on it – much to your internal satisfaction.

“What the–?” Ari pushes his plate aside so that he can get a better look at your virtually empty one. “Where the hell’s the rest of your food, baby?” His deep voice comes out deceptively soft.

“Huh?” You cast him a sheepish glance, feigning embarrassment. “Oh this? It’s fine.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bird.” The quiet steel in his voice is impossible to miss.

“I know it wasn’t. But this was all that was left, so…” You trail off, averting your gaze in favor of using your fork to push food around your plate. “It’s fine.”

“There’s that damn word again.” You hear him grumble under his breath, his nostrils flaring in frustration. “I got news for you, Bird. It ain’t fine.” He grouses, reaching for you even as you shift away.

“But it is.” You sing, daintily fanning yourself with a napkin.

“No it isn’t.” He sings right back, clearly not understanding your game. Which was a good thing. It meant that you two could play a little longer.

“Look, if this is about you feeling like you need to start counting calories again…” Ari goes to rest his elbows on the table, his own meal all but forgotten. “Then please believe me when I tell you that you look phenomenal. And not just tonight, baby. I mean every night.”

You feel your cheeks heat as your body responds to his praise. That familiar warmth soon spreads, pooling in your belly while you mentally preen at his words.

“Thank you, Ari.”

“Oh don’t thank me, sweet girl.” His already husky voice dips another octave. “I just want you to eat.” You stifle a small shiver when the roughened pads of his fingertips lightly graze over your hand. “Now, do me a kindness and take your pretty little self back into that kitchen and fix yourself a proper plate.”

And there it was. He thought you were lying about there not being any leftovers. He was right, of course. Just not the way he thought he was.

“I would if I could, sugar.” You stretch out your legs beneath the table as you prepare to really sell the narrative. “Honest. But there really isn’t anything left. I…accidentally only bought one pork loin instead of two. And then I misjudged the recipe for the risotto, but that was most likely on account of the fact that I was in my feelings about the state of Herb & Twine’s green beans selection. It wasn’t very good.”

Ari doesn’t tell you this, but he’s actually impressed by your ability to speak that fast without so much as taking a breath. Instead all you receive is a gruff “uh huh” for your trouble.

“So,” You forge on, now fully committed to the bit. “I salvaged what I could out of the meal I planned and then gave most of it to you.”

“Why?”

Boy, he did not look happy. Which was great news for you

“Because…” You draw out the word, wincing when you belatedly notice the sudden tick in his jaw. “I just…felt like you shouldn’t have to suffer for my mistakes.”

“Oh.” He hums, pursing his lips as he mulls over your story. “Well, I reckon we’ll just have to fix that.”

Unsure of what he means, you open your mouth to keep talking, only to let out a shriek when Ari suddenly reaches over to grip the back of your chair to drag you, and it, over closer to him.

“Christ, Beast!” Your hand flies to your still-heaving chest as you will your heartbeat to calm down.

But your man’s not done yet.

You scarcely have time to catch your breath before you’re hauled into his lap. Immediately your arms go to weave themselves around his neck to keep you from falling. Not that Ari would’ve ever allowed that to happen.

Seemingly unbothered by your rather dramatic response, Ari seeks to balance you on top of his muscled thighs as he leans over again to retrieve your plate. You watch in confusion as he unceremoniously dumps the contents onto his own dish before setting yours aside once more.

“Hate to break it to you, Duchess.” He seamlessly adjusts your positions so that he can grasp his knife and fork. “But I don’t need all this food. So it looks like we’ll just have to share.”

Momentarily stunned by this turn of events you can only nod as he feeds you a tender bite of pork. It takes a moment for you to find your voice, but when you finally do, it’s to utter two simple words.

“Ari, wait.”

“‘Fraid I’m not really in the mood to wait.” Your impatient bounty hunter warns. But he does pause his efforts, his fork hovering mere centimeters from your mouth. “You’re nuts if you think I’m the kinda man who would even consider stuffing himself while his lady sits by and starves.”

“I know.” You assure him before rearranging your body so that you’re facing him, your thighs now straddling his hips. “And I think that’s awfully sweet.”

“Great. So how about you –”

“But since this is a prank…” The grin you’re sporting threatens to split your face in two. “It looks like you get to keep your food.”

Ari blinks back at you, his mouth briefly opening and closing in a way that very much reminds you of a fish. You feel positively giddy as you press your hands on either side of his bearded face so you can plant a kiss on his full lips while he tries, and fails, to make sense of what you just said.

“Run that by me one more time.” His quiet snarl is enough to have you soaking your panties.

“I saw this thing on TikTok, where these women all decided to prank their boyfriends by serving them this big ol’ plate of food, while pretending to give themselves only a little bit and claiming that was all that was leftover. They filmed their reactions and posted ‘em for everyone else to see.”

“What the hell is a fuckin’ TikTok?”

“It’s this app where you…” You pause as you try to find the right words. “Where people can, um–”

“Post dumb shit?” He quirks a tawny brow as he tries to remain serious, even though you’re also pretty sure that you just saw his lips twitch. “Come up with new and inventive ways to torture the men that love them?”

“I mean, that’s not all it is.” You take a moment to whisper kisses along his chiseled jaw. “But I guess that’s a pretty accurate description.”

“Hmph.” Your grumpy bounty hunter continues to glower at you, even as his large, warm hands move to settle on your hips. “And am I right to assume you’re recording this?”

“Maybe…” You giggle, not bothering to hide just how funny you found this all to be. “Oh – but I was never gonna post it. Promise.”

You hold up your pinky, trying your hardest to look solemn. But the look Ari gives you lets you know that he’s done falling for your act.

“I’m warning you, Duchess.” He grunts, lightly bouncing you on his lap. “I swear to God, if I catch myself on that fuckin’ tock clock…thing…you have my word that I’m gonna redden that ass.”

“I already told you I wasn’t gonna.” You reassure him once more, resting your forehead against his. “By the way, thanks for bein’ such a good sport about the whole thing.”

“No problem.” He flashes you a feral grin, revealing his pearly white teeth. It shoots straight to your core. “But the way I see it, you kinda owe me one. Don’t you?” He leans in close as his hands begin gently kneading your curves.

“Um…I don’t think–” You let out a soft whimper when he drags his nose along the delicate column of your throat.

“Oh, but I do.” He nips at your jaw.

“I suppose that’s fair.”

“Trust me, it is.” His sensual growl has you practically shivering with need. “Which is why you’re gonna show me where you hid that camera.” His lust-filled gaze drops to your cleavage as he openly begins undressing you with his eyes.

“Now hold on a minute, Beast –” You stammer once realization dawns.

“Aw, don’t fret.” Ari’s rueful chuckle lets you know that you will never win this battle. “You’ll have your turn to direct our little movie.” Ari suddenly stands without warning so that he can gently deposit you back in your own chair. “Especially now that I know how much you love performing for the camera.

Oh, the man had you there. Sometimes your Beast was a bit too cunning for your liking.

“I don’t think–” You try again, now feeling shy. “What we do in the dark has no business being on film!”

“Hm, guess we’ll just have to keep the lights on. But for now, let’s get you fed.” He drops a kiss on your head before picking up your empty dish and sauntering off towards the kitchen. “We’ll talk lighting and camera angles once you’re finished.”

Good Lord on high. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“Here we are.” Ari continues upon his return a few minutes later. He sets your down in front of you before taking your napkin and redraping it across your lap. “But I’d eat fast if I were you.”

“Um…why?” You ask, eyeing him warily.

“Because.” He winks at you before taking a seat and enthusiastically spearing a piece of meat onto his fork. “Tonight’s dress rehearsal starts in thirty minutes.”

END

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flordeamatista · 7 months

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THE DEVIL

pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader

concept: The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

word count: 1k

warnings: sex tape + corruption kink + pussy slapping, nicknames: (Angel)

a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.

His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.

A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.

"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo.

Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.

An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.

Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.

There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.

You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge.

A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.

There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?

While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.

A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.

His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.

With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.

When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.

“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”

Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.

“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.

As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.

It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.

In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder.

You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten.

His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.”

There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.

Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.

The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.

There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.

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afriendlyblackhottie · 11 months

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Breakup to Make Up

Summary: Chris is tired of pretending he doesn’t want you.

Pairings: frat boy! Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, arguing, make up sex

(A/N: long time no see 😭 this took me forever to finish, but we’re finally here! Maybe a little rushed at the end cuz I just really really wanted to post something. Anyway please like, follow, and reblog with comments. Thank you 💜✌🏾)

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He wondered if you could feel him watching your every move. Eyes trailing up and down that body. Thinking about how it had been way too long since he’d seen it with nothing on. Three weeks to be exact. Fuck had you been mad at him.

He knows he shouldn’t have freaked out over your little friend or whatever but so what he was jealous. Yeah, yeah it made him a hypocrite or whatever but it’s not like you didn’t know about Britt.

And after that night it’s not like they’d been fucking around. Britt had ‘needed time to think.’ The two of them really only keeping up with appearances.

But he’d done it.

Finally.

Broke up with her.

Sure he knew the shit storm that would ensue was going to be not great. When her parents find out all hell would probably break loose. Her mother had big plans for them.

Ya know the whole big wedding. Where they move into a giant home in a suburb of Boston to be the perfect New England family. Chris was supposed to go off and be this guy that everyone was expecting him to be.

But what about what he wanted him to be. Maybe he didn’t want to think about what he was supposed to do. What about what he wanted to do.

Right now he wanted you.

Even if you were acting like couldn’t see him. It seemed like you’d been avoiding social settings. Which made sense, considering Britt’s sorority seemed to have it out for you even more than they did before.

It wasn’t like people hadn’t known about the argument over beer pong. Had been calling you trashy and shit. As if Britt wasn’t completely trying to egg you on. It’s just normally you wouldn’t have stood up for yourself as you usually tried to brush her off but then it was like how dare you not kiss the queen bee’s ass.

He was tired of dating a bully. It made him look like an ass too. Then you had the nerve to look so fucking sexy telling her off. Made him remember the moment he sunk into you. Chris didn’t even know sex could feel like that. Then he found himself envelopes in your warmth and now he couldn’t go back. So yeah sorry if you made him a little crazy.

Even still you’d done a great job at ignoring him. Had clearly blocked his number. Thought you were getting away from him. Clearly you didn’t know who you were fucking with because Chris had no intention of just letting you go and what giving someone else the chance to touch you? Over his dead body.

He’d been letting you play your little games and act like this but he was tired of it. He needed to get what was his. You were his.

Finally your eyes were connected. Though you tried to look away all quickly. And yet they still kept making their way to his. No way you were still mad at him.

Found himself chuckling when one of his frat brothers came up to you to start talking. Yeah fucking right. As if you’d show Preston any fucking attention.

So why the fuck were you giving him your number.

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Ever since that day, Chris found himself more irritated than usual as he saw the way Preston had hung around you. Like a little fucking fly just buzzing around his favorite piece of dessert.

Grossed him the fuck out. Made him want to hit something. You had to be doing this on purpose, right? Was trying to get under his skin.

So what he couldn’t help himself. He needed to talk to you. “What, Chris?” You asked him all flat. Arms crossed. As if you were really sick of him.

“Cut the shit,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Surprised you even answered the door of your dorm. Of course he saw you left and needed to make sure you were home and not who knows where with Preston of all people especially. Couldn’t stand the idea of that dweeb hanging around you. Around what was his. Even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. “What’s going on between you and Preston?” He asked.

You found yourself scoffing. “That is none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? It’s not? So you’re saying if I were to push you back into your room and take those cute little shorts down I’m not gonna find a wet pussy underneath it?”

Your eyes narrowed at this. He really had some damn nerve. Shrugged you answered, “Maybe. Just because you turn me on doesn’t mean I’m yours.”

Chris bit his tongue. Eyes trailing up down your body. Had you been waiting for someone. Seemed like you were dressed for a dick appointment.

“Chris, what’re you doin’ here?” Preston’s voice could be heard behind him and he immediately thought about turning around to punch him in the face. Instead his eyes connected with yours in a snarl.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Chris asked.

“Preston, what are you doing here?” You asked at the same time.

“Wanted to see if you had the notes from chem,” he said, looking between the two of you. “Remember.”

“Oh,” you shook your head. “Yeah just let me grab ‘em.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. So if you weren’t dressed like this for him then who were you dressed like this for. He followed you into your room, glancing behind you as he came to sit on your bed. Damn sure wasn’t leaving now that he was here. Not after seeing Preston here.

You took him the notes and Chris could hear you exchanging thank you’s before closing the door. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You snapped at him.

“No who the hell do you think you are?” He repeated. “What were you hoping something would happen with Preston of all fucking people?”

“I didn’t say that!” You exploded. “Why am I even explaining anything to you. Weren’t not together. You have a girlfriend!”

“I broke up with her!” He finally admitted.

Chris couldn’t hold it in anymore. Had hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking as is and now there it was. All out on the table. Shit.

Your jaw hung open at his confession. Chest thumping. “W-what?” You asked, unsure if you misheard him.

“I broke up with Britt,” he repeated. “After our fight, I don’t know,” he looked away from you not able to handle the way you were looking at him with those big eyes, “I guess I realized you were right. That it wasn’t fair.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, sitting down beside him. Not that you knew what to say. Sure you’d thought about this moment a fuck ton of times, but never thought it would actually happen. Men like Chris didn’t actually leave their girlfriends for their side chicks. Or that’s what you’d been telling yourself to get over it.

“Just figured why the hell do I keep wasting time with her when I-,” he cut himself off trying to even figure out what he was trying to say. Those words on the tip of his tongue but it wasn’t easy. “Then I come here and you’re dressed like this and here comes Preston I-,”

“Chris, it… I didn’t know he was coming by,” you went on to say. “Not that you’d have any right to be mad anyway.”

That made him look at you, head snapping in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N,” he said. “Just because we were fighting doesn’t mean you weren’t mine.”

“We weren’t fighting I broke up with you,” you said.

“No,” he said. “Sure I gave you your space, but you did not break up with me. And I better not find out that you’ve been with anyone sense.”

You glared at him. Crossing your arms as you looked away. Only for him to put his hand under your chin to make you look back at him. “I’m not your property.”

“I didn’t call you property. I would never call you that. You are my woman, though. And I better never find out that anyone else got to have you.” He got closer to whisper into your ear. Fuck you were finally so close to him. At least you were only in your dorm wearing a skimpy little thing like this. Actually… “Whats with what you’re wearing anyway.”

“Not that it’s any of your business-,” you started to say only for him to drop his hand to your neck to give you a warning squeeze.

“Everything you do is my business,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes. “My roommates out with her boyfriend so I decided to have a nice romantic night in with myself,” you finished.

Which in his head all he heard you say was that you had the whole place to yourselves. No Preston to interrupt. Not you running off to some little study buddy either. He didn’t give a shit about your nasty attitude. Could fuck you through that. Would have you acting sweeter than a peach after he fucked it out of you.

“Anything else you need to know, Warden,” you said, trying to sound all snooty. He’d had it up to here with you, though. Yanking you into him so you’d lay across his lap. “Hey!”

“I’d watch how you talk to me if I were you. Sure my frat brothers probably know how much of a slut you are, but you want your neighbors to know too?”

“We ca- Chris!” You gasped as he cupped your ass. Putting his thumb in between your ass cheek to really get a grip on it. Yeah he’d never go that long without touching you like this ever again. See why he couldn’t help get jealous. He was fucking crazy about you. All of you.

“What was that?” He taunted, hand coming up so he could deliver a sharp slap to the globe of your ass cheek. Gasping again and hips jumping up. “That’s what I thought,” he said when he realized you weren’t talking back for once. “Gonna watch your fucking mouth now, huh?”

You didn’t say anything. Just laid with your head against the mattress. Almost like you were trying to hide from him.

Chris laid a smack on your ass before groping you. “Let’s get it clear, Sweetheart. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Even your fucking heart is mine.” He grabbed you by your hair to pull your head up so he could bring your face up to his. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Chris, I-,” you whimpered, a stray tear falling. Hated how turned on you were.

He’d cut you off by grabbing your ass again, sharply. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked. Not giving a shit about what excuse you were ready to come up with.

You nodded, bottom lip trembling. Chris let out an irritated breath. All he wanted to do was love you right now. Kiss you. Show you how much he’d been missing you. Instead here you were playing little fucking games.

He put his hand against your jaw. Pulling you into his mouth. “What? You can’t speak?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You gotta problem?”

You shook your head but Chris could hear you sniffle. Ah shit. Instead of keeping it going he pulled you up. Pulling you into his lap.

“I th-though-thought you-you didn’t wa-want m-me,” you were sobbing into his shoulder. Except he couldn’t exactly understand you.

He wrapped his arms around you. Rocking you back and forth. “Shhh, Baby. Its okay. I got you. I’m sorry.” He said anyway. Whispering into your ear. Squeezing you so you had to get as close as possible to him.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you repeated, much more clear this time. Tears still streaming down your face.

Chris furrowed his brow. Hating those words as soon as they left your mouth. “Never, Baby. I just didn’t know what to do. Wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.”

“What about you and Britt?” You asked with a sniffle.

“We’re done, Baby. I promise. There’s no one else,” he whispered in your ear, kissing behind your earlobe. “I’m all yours.”

You nodded, pulling away as your lip trembled. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he replied leaning in to press a plump kiss to your lips. Only meaning for it to be quick except he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Had been too fucking long since he’d tasted you.

Chris laid back, taking you with him. Lips moving against each other. Fuck he missed this. Hands going to your ass to squeeze you. Needing to feel you all over. Can’t believe he went this long.

“Chris,” you moaned against his mouth. Fucking music to his ears. He turned you over in your bed so he was on top. Making sure to get nice and situated between your thighs.

Pinning your hands down with his as he felt himself getting harder. Needed you fucking bad. That’s why he couldn’t help himself when he came over here. Had been sick of waiting for you to come to him. If he needed to chase you so be is.

His bicep curled around your thigh. Not able to stop himself from finally fucking doing it. If anything it shouldn’t have taken him this long. Couldn’t help it with his stubborn ass.

“Chris,” you whimpered as his lips began to trail your neck. Back arching so you pressed into him deeper. Tits getting squished against his chest. As bad as he wanted to stay like this, he wanted more. Pulling away so he could take his shirt off.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, before kissing you quickly. “You missed me, huh.”

You nodded, throwing your arms around him. Nails trailing along his muscular back making him shiver underneath your touch. “You know I did.”

He licked his lips, kissing your again. “I missed you, too,” he confessed. Not like he hadn’t spent most of last week in denial about it. If he hadn’t seen you talking to that asshole would he have even finally got his shit together. Probably not. The jealousy had eaten him up.

Especially since he’d been trying to give Britt the time she asked for. Didn’t want to be a complete and total dick. Too bad he wanted his girl. So now he finally had you right where he wanted you. Underneath him. Ready for a taste when-

“Y/N, have you seen my-,” a voice interrupted the two of you. Making you pull away quickly as your roommate stopped when she saw. “Shit! Sorry!” She backed out, closing the door behind her.

You pushed against him so you could get up. Chris groaned, realizing how fucking hard he was. Had been ready to claim you all over again and now you were getting up to go after her to ask what she wanted. Definitely embarrassed by the shy look on your face when you came back. “She forgot her card,” you mumbled when you sat back down on the bed.

“Oh,” he replied. “That’s okay. You okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay,” you replied, biting your lip.

Chris smiled. Not being able to help himself when he scooted you on his lap. Kissing your cheek. “You hungry? Want to get some food or we could hang out somewhere. Something.”

“Like, you wanna hang out in public?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. No more keeping this behind closed doors, okay?”

With that you nodded too, a smile spreading on your lips. “Just let me get ready.”

“Of course, Baby.”

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You could really tell Chris had been trying to put in the effort. From making it clear that he was definitely your boyfriend. To you practically living in his room. Still though aside from making out the two of you hadn’t had sex and he’d been dying to take it back to that.

Seemed like every time he got close, someone would interrupt or the two of you would end up talking. Which was great, but fuck he doesn’t think his dick can live like this anymore. It was like constant blue balls 24/7.

Sometimes you’d have your ass all pressed up against him while you slept. Wondering if you could feel him under you. Had been wearing a pair of panties underneath the shirt he let you borrow. Which had risen up so his cock could be pressed up right against your soft skin.

He doesn’t think he’d been this horny since he first hit puberty. Not like you’d be mad at him if he slid in. If anything he knew you’d take it. You always took it. Except then you got your period and while he didn’t give a shit, you did and told him you didn’t want your first time again to be like that.

At least he got to be with you in public now. Didn’t care who saw him hold your hand. Kissed you wherever he felt like, whenever he wanted. And you and your best friend seemed happy dragging him and her boyfriend everywhere. Even out to lunch where you were sitting way to close to him. Feeling all over his thigh.

“Unless you’re trying to start something, I suggest you stop,” he said, into your ear.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered back to him before kissing his cheek.

“Oh well, isn’t this cute,” a familiar voice interrupted you, making your heads snap up.

Chris groaned as soon as he saw his ex standing there glaring down at them. Three of her little minions beside her. “Britt,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Cut the shit, Christopher,” she snapped. “Look, I played nice when I knew you were fucking her behind my back-,”

You interrupted his ex with a cackle. Not able to help yourself. “Was it really behind your back?” You tilted your head to the side. “Not like you weren’t there.”

“Wait, what?” Your roommate gasped, suddenly everyone turning to look at her.

“Tell ‘em, Britt,” you said with a shrug. “About how you dared me to fuck your boyfriend and saw that I did it better than you and I fucked him so good he saw that he didn’t need to put up with your shit anymore.”

It had been clear you’d been waiting to get some things off your chest to her. Not that Chris could blame you. Britt had no business messing with you before and now look.

Britt’s jaw dropped as her friends turned to her. “You did what?” One of them asked with a raised eyebrow, almost like she wanted to laugh. The one Chris had been telling her was not her friend of all people.

Chris looked over at you. Shocked by your reaction. He knew you didn’t like Britt, but he’d never seen you like this. It was kind of hot seeing you stick up for yourself. Laying claim to him.

“Chris! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?” She gasped, stomping her foot.

“It’s not like she’s lying,” he replied. You sat beside him with a smirk. Leaning over to kiss behind his ear. Kind of enjoying you like this. That’s when he put his hand on your thigh , squeezing it.

Britt stomped away. Her friends not too far behind. Then he found himself trying to rush so the two of you could get the fuck out of there and back to his bedroom. Was tired of waiting and shit.

“Chris!” You squealed as he picked you up, pushing your back into the wall.

“Looked so fucking hot,” he said, making you gasp as his lips had went to your neck, must have been trying to leave you a hickey with the way he was sucking on your neck. “Need you so bad.”

“I didn’t tell you, but I got off my period this morning,” you said, biting your lip.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Wanted to see how long you could go?”

Chris smacked your ass. Leaving his hands there so he could spread your ass cheeks apart. Ready to give it to you like he’d been missing. Sure he could have made your first time together again special and it would be, but the candles and rose petals would have to wait for another time.

“Don’t ever do that shit again,” he said into to it ear. “You hear me?”

You nodded before smashing your lips to his. Hands feeling all over his muscles in his shoulders. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to be close to him. Couldn’t believe he was finally all yours. Hadn’t even realized you were in his room until he laid you down in his bed.

“Missed you, Baby,” he said, flipping over so you could be on top of him. Straddling him around his waist as his hands went back to your ass.

“I missed you, too,” you whimpered, grinding against him. Needing to feel the friction. Pussy getting wetter as you spoke. “Please,” you preened.

“What do you want, Baby?” He asked, helping you remove your top.

“I want you. Want you so bad,” you moaned, as his lips went to your chest. Nipping and sucking and biting. Making you gasp for him as you lowered yourself so you were right over his dick. The friction making your jaw drop open as you didn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck me. Please.”

“I should make you beg for it since you made me wait this long,” he said, putting his thumb against your crotch. Ready to take off your pants. Putting you on your back once again so he could do that. “I don’t even know if you can handle it.”

Not like you didn’t agree. How the hell were you going to take him. It had been too long since you did and while you’d spent plenty of nights thinking about it, you were almost scared to try. Maybe that’s why you’d been welcoming every distraction. Don’t know if you were ready to be split open again.

Though, right now you’re not really sure you had much of a choice. Not with the hunger in his eyes. You’d denied him for far too long.

He started kissing down your body. Bringing your legs up so that he could get situated between your thighs. Knew he finally had you right where he wanted you.

“Chris,” you cried, hands going to your hair as he started licking you up. Wanted to get you properly wet first. Had to so you could take him properly. He knew as soon as he slid in there was no way he was holding back.

He peeked up at you, watching your face screw all up before throwing your head back. Moaning his name and moving your hips. Chris put his hands on your thighs, holding you down. Had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t about to let you fuck that up.

“You’re gonna make me-,” you stopped with a gasp, “Christopher!” You breathed. “Shit, Chris. Fuck. Chris!” Eyes rolling back as it finally happened, juices cascaded into his mouth. “Ugh!”

Seeing you like this, fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to be inside of you now. As he kissed up your body, he hoped to leave a few hickies in his wake. Getting to your lips and making sure his kiss was deep.

Pushing your legs apart with his knees as he got situated between you. Pinning your hands down with his as he used his hips to guide his dick towards your entrance. “Fuck!” You gasped as he pushed the tip in. Head going back into the pillow underneath. A furrow creasing in your brow as you looked down between you.

Chris put his hand under your chin so you had to move your face back up. Eyes locked into each other. Licking your lips as your words had been caught in your throat as he went in deeper. Almost not even wanting to give you time to adjust, but this was your first time in a long time.

Unlike the real first time, it was just the two of you. Sure that’s how things had ended up anyway after Britt realized he’d never been like that with her. He’d wanted to feel bad about it, but hell it’s not like she hadn’t put him in that position in the first place. Literally. If she hadn’t been bugging you, you wouldn’t have ended up under him. Taking him in a way she never did.

Sure he tried to hold on for old times sake, but after he found out how she’d been it was hard for him to look past it. What did he look like dating a fucking bully. If anything he kind of owed you for all the shit you put up with. Not that you clearly had any problem with fighting back. Fuck that shit was so sexy.

Chris kissed your neck, listening to you moan as he thrusted his hips. Fuck you felt better than he remembered. Not like those same thoughts weren’t crossing your mind. Couldn’t believe you were like this after that time apart.

Had been so sure you could move on and you wanted to. Really did. Except he kept creeping into your head. Thinking about him like this. The way he fucked you like he owned your pussy and to be honest, he did. Even when you were broken up.

At this point everything between you had been an open secret in your frat. Hell, even when you tried to flirt with Preston he laughed and said he didn’t want to get punched for fucking around with you.

Didn’t even want to try being with someone else. How could you when you were pretty sure no other man could fuck you like this. He’d officially ruined you.

“Harder,” you whined into his ear, clawing at his back. Had been trying to be close to you, but fuck it. He missed you for a reason. The nice and tender shit was cute, but it had been too goddamn long.

Chris flipped you over to grab you by your hips. Making sure your ass was in the air right where he wanted it. You braced yourself as you felt him guide into you again. Squeezing your eyes shut as he bottomed out. Body trembling as you forced yourself to take his dick. “Fuck!” You sobbed into the sheets.

He rolled his hips just now he knew you liked. Exactly how he’d been thinking about. Looking down to see the way you’d started to cream around him.

Trying to give you exactly what you asked for. “You’re- you’re gonna- you’re- I’m gonna fucking cum, Chris!” You looked back at him. One of your hands going to your breasts as you played with your nipples. The extra stimulation making you clench around him.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, slapping your ass. “Fucking cum for me. I want everyone in the house to hear that we’re back together. Cum for me. Want you to scream my name.”

“Chris!” You sobbed just like he wanted you to, ass shaking as you did as you were told. There’s his fucking girl. Fuck he missed you.

Lowering yourself as it became harder for you to hold yourself up. Only for him to go with you. Covering your body with his as he didn’t stop rocking into you.

Coming up to wrap a bicep around your neck. His other arm wrapping around you. Couldn’t stop himself as he manhandled you.

“Feel so fucking good,” he whispered in your ear. Nose pressed up against the side of your face.

“Chris, I- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You mewled. “Fuck I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, half wanting to stop to turn you over but not wanting to stop because he wanted to cum. He’s not really sure he had much of a choice anyway. Hips starting to stutter along.

You were just so fucking tight around him. Especially when you were ready to cum. “Fuuuuuuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” He groaned as he did it. Unloading inside of you. Not giving a fuck about protection or anything. Not like he ever did.

Sure the two of you should be more careful, but he can’t bring himself to actually care too. Would it be the worst thing in the world if you were stuck with him? Not for him at least. You were his for the the rest of his life as far as he was concerned.

Chris didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Trying to not put all his weight on you, but at the same time he could melt. Can’t believe it’d taken him so long to get back here.

All while you clung to him. Almost like you were afraid he’d float away. As if he’d go anywhere. Chris didn’t even want to move a muscle until he rolled over so he could pull you into him.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispered, into your hair. Ready to fall asleep as you whispered back to him. Half asleep and drunk on love. Knowing the two of you were finally right where you were supposed to be. Together.

#fics by AFBH #Chris Evans smut #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x female reader #Chris Evans x black!reader

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minkookie95 · 1 year

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Shout out to all the fanfic writers who intentionally write for POC. As a black girl it’s only been within the last year or so I’ve felt included, as a reader, on this app and other fanfic apps. Love y’all for what you do and your dedication to the craft.

Know that your work is appreciated🤍🖤🫶🏽

#fanfic #writers and readers #black reader #x black fem reader #jack harlow x black reader #bts x black reader #chris evans x black reader #ateez x black reader #poc reader #jack harlow #bts #bts fan fiction #jack harlow fanfic

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cattordi · 1 year

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a/n i may start writing again whoooo knowwws???

summary chris is announced sexiest man alive and you show him much you appreciate his sexiness

pairings chris evans x notfamous!reader

warnings smut, tons of praise, oral sex, kinda un accurate bc i’m not familiar w/ how ppl are named certain titles/given awards, not proof read, fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

literal sexiest man alive

“i just got named “sexiest man alive.” chris says as you walk back in the room. dodger is laying at the foot of the bed and chris is standing as he just walked into your bathroom into your room with sweat pants that lay low on his waist.

his body is covered in tattoo, which is one of your favorite physical features about him. “are you serious? congratulations baby!” you say as you give him a long kiss. his hand slides from your back down to your butt as you break the kiss.

“it should’ve been ‘hottest couple alive’ like cindy crawford and richard gere that one year.” chris says and you laugh. “um for 1. they split like a year after names that and 2. no one knows me or that you’re with me.”

at that moment dodger hops off the bed and heads out the room, his tail wagging behind him. “im proud of you though.” you say and plop another kiss on his full lips before attempting to break from his grasp. he holds onto your waist tightly with a faint smirk.

“chris, why do you have that look?” you ask and he hums. “what look?”

“the look you make when you want to say something, but you won’t.”

“i wanna celebrate.” he says and you gleam with approval. “glad you can get your words out hun.” you say teasingly and he grabs your ass hard.

you kiss him again, this time for longer so he picks you up. “i’m so proud of you.” you say between kisses as chris lays you onto the bed.

he leads a trail of kisses down your sheer tank top that your nipples are straining against. “thank you.” he hums as he pulls your shirt up exposing your breast. “you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

he takes your nipple into your mouth and slides his huge hand into your shorts rubbing your clit; starting slow but getting faster with every moan you let out.

“look at me baby, look at me.” chris pleads and you do. your eyes meet his as he slides your pants downs your legs and to your ankles.

when his warm breath hits your throbbing clit, shivers zoom up your spine. “you’re so gorgeous baby; so gorgeous.”

his praise gets you off just ask much as his mouth on you. he always says the right things and always hits the right spots.

“i’m coming.” you say and chris continues licking and rubbing at the same pace. when you come, your vision becomes white and you see stars.

“you taste so good baby.“ chris says as you come, “so fucking good”

when you come down from your high, chris’ pants are off, which you assume came off when he was eating you out. he takes himself into his hand and strokes slowly watching you.

“let me taste you chris.” you say but he shakes his head. “i need to be in you now.”

opening your legs, chris gets a full view of your throwing pussy which makes his harder than ever. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of your pretty pussy.”

you mean lightly as he positions himself between your legs and pushes in. though you’ve been with him for 2 years, you’re still not used to his size.

“you’re so fucking big chris,” you moan out as he starts moving at a slow pace.

his hips thrust and his movements starts to get faster. the sounds of both of your panting and praises fill the room. “you’re so tight hun, goddamn” chris says and a bit of his boston accent slips out.

“right there chris.” you say just as he hits the right spot. you’re vision fades again and you arch your back as you moan loudly.

at the sight of you coming on him, chris comes with you causing his thrust to slow down and him to fall onto you, leaving wet kisses on your forehead.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” chris says.

“yeah but you’re the sexiest man alive.”

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mrsfrankadler · 2 months

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Who’s at the door?

ransom x reader [?] and jake jensen x reader

A/N: this is a little teaser for a series i MAY or MAY NOT start writing. let me know if you like it. also this was written on my phone so it could be bad 💔

Warnings: none i guess? it's only the first chapter people it's an intro, maybe Jake being sickeningly adorable 🤷🏾‍♀️

Summary: there’s a handsome stranger at the door.. are we even expecting anyone?

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"Okay, so, were both just sitting on his couch and he's giving me this look right,"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, real 'fuck me eyes', right."

"Yeahh.." Jake continues listening, attentively.

"And then, when he opens his mouth to speak, i expect him to come out wit some killer line that would totally make me swoon," You continued, using your hands to paint the picture of just how high your hopes were.

"Mhm."

"And then he just comes out with, 'uhh, so are you gonna suck my dick, orr?'"

Your hands flatly drop to your sides and Jake almost jumps in shock, the utter disgust prominent on his face.

"HUH?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT?"

"YES!"

"I mean, Jay, who even says that." You sigh, giving a disappointed look. "Just so inappropriate." You added, kind of enjoying his dramatic reaction.

He just puts his head in his hands, trying to process why anyone would ever treat a woman — especially not an angel like you — like that. He just can't even comprehend it. He knows that if you ever let him get that close with you, he couldn't even dream of treating you like that.

First of all, he would start out focusing on you, not himself. Softly kissing you all over face and telling you how beautiful and precious you are to him before making his way down to your-

Ring-ring.

You abruptly rose out of your seat with a deer-in-headlights expression on your face. Jake just looked at you confused and suspicious. Who was that?

"Who's that?" He stood up with you, just watching as you practically sprinted upstairs. "Don't worry about it, JJ." He blushed at the nickname, "Just tell him to wait and I'll be right down!" You called down the stairs.

Jake didn't like this. 'Don't worry about it.' What's that supposed to mean? 'Don't worry about it.'

Fuck that, he thought, making his way to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, he saw a tall, seemingly quite built man sporting a brown cable knit sweater.

He looks like an asshole, Jake thought to himself.

Before Jake had the chance to walk away and start worrying about what you and this man were about to run off and do together, the man noticed there was someone on the other side of the door.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you? Come on baby, just let me in." He started knocking again. Jake shuddered at the pet name before opening the door. "It's cold out here-,"

"Oh." The man commented, bluntly looking Jake up and down before pushing past him and taking a seat at the table.

"Oh." Jake imitated, walking over to the kitchen where he had chosen to sit.

There was an awkward silence as the two men subtly sized eachother up.

"Uh, I'm Jake," he started awkwardly out his hand for him to shake before awkwardly shoving it back into his pocket when the guy just glared at it.

"Ransom."

"Oh, cool, nice to meet you." Jake was trying to be polite.

"Yeah." Ransom scoffed. He wasn't making it easy.

The awkward silence returned, while Jake started trying to think of ways to break the ice. However, his mind became occupied by other things. Like where was Ransom taking you at 5:30 in the evening? Why did you seem so nervous when he knocked on the door? Why did you tell him not to worry? Should he be worried? And why'd he call you baby?

You finally pulled him out of his stressful thoughts by announcing that you were ready to go and making your way down the stairs looking possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

"Whaddaya think?" You did a little twirl as the two men in front of you stared in awe. You wore a maroon satin dress that stopped just below your knees, paired with some peep toe kitten heels that had a silver buckle.

Jake just stared at you star-struck as you slowly made your way to the table. "You look beautiful, sugar." Ransom piped up and Jake wanted to throw up in his mouth. Another pet name? "Thank you, Ransom." you cupped his face gently before turning to Jake who was sporting a rather defeated expression.

"Jayy..." You started, softly, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I was going out tonight, it was really short notice.. even I forgot!" You explained, earning an offended scoff from Ransom. "I'll be back before you know it, and i'll tell you every detail." You winked at him before turning back to leave with Ransom. Jake just slouched deeper into his seat at the table.

Does he really wanna know every detail?

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YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!!!! part 2 is in my drafts babies 💋

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #knives out #ransom drysdale #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale x reader #x reader #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale smut #jake jensen smut #x reader series #poc!reader #woc!reader #black!reader

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anamenooneowns · 11 months

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See Me

AN: This is my second attempt at posting on this blog. I haven't written in years, especially smut so it isnt my fault if it sucks. My blog is also a mess but i'll fix it eventually. (it took fucking forever to find a plus-size photo, bc ✨inclusion✨ and i'm plus-size) the reader is black bc i'm black. enjoy.

Warnings: Hair pulling, cursing (lemme know if there's more i missed), daddy kink, sucky ending

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

"Fuck... wha'j'ya do to me sweetness, hm?" Ari growled in Faye's ear. His hips slammed against her ass in tandem with every honeyed sound that slipped from her parted lips. "Look at me- look at the spell you put over your Daddy with this pussy."

Faye's eyes cracked open and her knees almost buckled at the sight she was blessed with. Through her bangs, Ari was staring into her eyes through the mirror in front of them. Their glacier color sent a chill down her spine that made her nipples tight and achy. He grabbed her neck with a meaty paw and pressed his thumb under her chin, pushing her head back for a nasty kiss. His nose pressed against her cheek, beard tickling the side of her face as he licked into her mouth.

The faint taste of the sweet cigar Ari had just a few hours ago swirled and plumed into her mouth as if the smoke was still present. Sweet cigars and mint. A taste she wanted to devour from his mouth for the rest of time. A taste disrupted when his strokes became slow and deep, hitting the right spot inside of her.

"God- Ari, m'right... right there, daddy."

He pressed his nose behind the shell of her ear before dragging it up to the softness of her hair in all of it's bedhead wildness. The sweat beading at her hairline was curling her straightened hair. A smile twitched at his lips as he saw her smacking him with astounding force for ruining it even though he'd drop stacks for whatever hairstyle she desired.

"Right there?" Ari teased. "Not here?" he brushed a hand over her nipple. "Or even here?" pressing his fingertips against her swollen clit.

Faye clenched her walls around him, almost laughing when his pace stuttered and an airy sigh traveled down her back. Almost. A cry echoed in the tiled room as Ari wrapped her hair in a tight makeshift ponytail.

"Does your voice work?" he hissed in her ear.

Whimpering, Faye breathed out, "yes."

"Then fucking use it."

Her eyes slipped shut at the sheer dominance in his voice. "Your fingers- I want, fuck.. I want your fingers to rub my clit until I-"

Ari pushed his knee against the inside of her leg, spreading them open wider before slipping a hand down to her sopping heat. He Faye sobbed, head falling forward as he relieved the tightness of the throbbing nub between her lips before being pulled back. Her eyes snapped open and she was staring at herself in the mirror. Teary, lidded eyes and a trembling lower lip as she cried in relief for her pussy.

"Atta-fucking-girl," Ari punctuated with deep thrusts that Faye felt in the core of her stomach. "Yer' right there, arent'cha sweetness? Let go. S'alright, cum for me."

Faye's body shuddered and let her hair fall through his fingers and her cheek pressed against the cool marble of the counter. Her hips rose back and wetness streamed down her bitten inner thighs, soaking Ari's length and his thick brown happy trail. In her seconds of near unconsciousness she felt the counter vibrate as something slammed down on it before heat and weight pressed against her back.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and brown wisps of hair brushed against her lashes. Faye laughed, a full and rich sound that made Ari stir from above her. He pressed his lips against her rounded cheek, "What're you laughin' at?"

"You! I mean- are you trying to crush me?" she asked.

Ari huffed and pressed his body up from the counter, muttering something about liking to be crushed in a mating press. Faye followed suit, hissing as his cock slipped out of her. The feeling of wetness renewed as his cum rolled down her inner thighs.

"Christ, mother of Mary- Is there something wrong with your dick?" Faye shrieked.

"The hell are you talking about woman?"

"Why is there so much cum?" she said, talking more to herself than Ari.

Ari stared at the woman as she twisted around, trying to view the back of her thighs in the mirror. He scrubbed a hand over his face, smiling at himself. "I really wonder what amazing thing I did to have the honor put a ring on your finger."

"It's still coming out!"

#ari levinson #ari levison x reader #xblack reader #x black!fem!reader #x black!reader #ari levinson self insert #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you #ari levinson x you #chris evans x y/n #ari levinson x y/n #husband!ari levinson #ari levinson x female reader

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janesaridoll · 9 months

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Birthday princess

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx · 10 months

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Look at the racists coming out to play today. “You people” 😂😂😂.

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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My Favorite Things

Paring: Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Age gap: Ari is 40 and Reader is 28. Pining, teasing, drinking, a lil bit of Angst, hints of family drama/trauma at the holidays, friends to lovers, body comparison issues, tit worship/nipple play, hair kink, slight pain kink, tiny bit of a Daddy kink, begging kink, ripped panties, p in v, raw sex (wrap it when you tap it), begging, bukkake? cum play

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and this very detailed one!

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It was Christmas Eve and Ari was missing you after only two days. The gym was open until noon and Bobby and the other trainer, Mitchell, jumped at the chance for overtime.

Many of their clients wanted an excuse to eat more at Christmas dinner. Ari shook his head. People went to great lengths to not feel guilty about everything, including celebrations.

As a result, you were missed by your personal training clients today, but you deserved the time off to visit family for the holidays, you were the hardest working trainer at RSDR Training, aside from Ari.

Ari checked his phone and realized that he hadn’t had any word from you. He debated texting; you were a grown woman, after all, but he was worried so he did it.

After thirty minutes and no response, he called you.

In your living room, you stared at the call and watched the time as you waited for it to stop ringing. 10:37 am. You just wanted to stay on the couch all day eating cheese puffs and sleeping. Fuck the holidays.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the phone stopped, pulled your weighted blanket over you head and continued to wish for sleep and/or oblivion.

But your mind, which was drowning in negative thoughts, could not stay sunk as you thought of Ari calling you. He was your best friend in the city and had been nothing but supportive of you over the last eight months of working together.

Your heart beat faster, and thoughts of his smile would not let you continue to wallow in your feelings.

You sat up, sighed, and dialed him back.

“Kitten?”

“Ari? Hey, yeah. I saw that you called.”

Ari didn’t know that he was holding his breath until he heard your voice and exhaled.

“I did. I was just checking on you. You said you’d send me a text when you got home, and pics?”

There was an awkward silence. Ari felt dumb. You were probably too busy celebrating to worry about him.

“Sorry to interrupt your good time. I’ll let you go…”

“Ari, wait. I’m… not in Philly. My mom called while I was on the way to the train station. She got back her ex and told me they were going to Aspen for the holiday with his family instead.”

“That sucks.”

Ari knew that your relationship with your mother was strained because of your step father, but that’s about all he knew.

“Yeah. She invited me, but I'm not going anywhere he is. I thought she was finally going to leave him.”

“Wow. I’m sorry, Kitten.”

Ari felt the gut punch for you. And you had just broken up with that joker Patrick last month. You had to be lonely.

“So… what are you doing tonight?”

You couldn’t help but smile into the phone. Ari always tried to cheer you up.

“Nothing. Riding the couch. Eating junk.”

You picked up a half spilled bag of Cheetos.

Ari cleared his throat at the thought of you riding anything.

“Well, get off the couch. We’re coming over to celebrate with you.”

“Ari…”

“We’ll bring food from Little Bangkok…”

“But…”

“Don’t want to hear another word. We’ll bring everything.”

You stopped trying to argue. Attempting to stop Ari when he was on a mission was impossible. He would find a way around any obstacle.

“Ok…”

“That’s my girl! We'll be there as soon as possible.”

You didn’t know why you were smiling when you hung up the phone. Maybe it was because Ari called you his girl. But that wasn’t a big deal. You were buddies. He was your boy.

But then you looked around your studio apartment. It was a mess. You needed to clean up. You should have time to do a quick sweep and shower before Ari closed up shop at noon…

An hour and a half later, you were in the shower when you thought you heard a noise. You turned off the water to hear someone knocking on your door. You picked up your phone and saw that it was just 12:15. It couldn’t be them.

Not yet.

You got in your robe and padded out to the living room. You looked out of the peephole to see… Ari and crew. You sighed and opened the door.

The door swung open and there you were, your wet curves barely contained by your robe and your braids in your giant shower cap. Your cleavage was so delectable and the startled look on your face made Ari want to…

“Ari? You’re here early. I thought you wouldn’t be here until later.”

Ari just stood there, blocking everyone’s view of you, his eyes sliding down your body. You remembered that you were naked under your robe and pulled your robe closed, but not before you caught Ari’s look. You bit your lip as you covered up.

“Um… I was in the shower. Didn’t expect you for another hour.”

Bobby was trying to look over Ari’s shoulder and Mitch complained that he wanted to set the bags down. His girlfriend, Trixie, was right behind him.

“We closed an hour early.”

His voice seemed gruff and his eyes took you in again.

“You getting sick, Ari?”

The way you cocked your head at him made him clear his throat.

“No, just.. It was cold outside.”

He had to suck it up.

“You need to wear a scarf.”

You were always harping on him to cover up. You were about the only one who cared for him, he always ended up caring for everyone else. That’s why he loved you.

As a friend of course.

You weren’t the conventional personal trainer per the BMI charts. Your hourglass shape was bounteous, but Ari felt every curve and part of you was absolutely necessary. For you, for the clients to see that heath came in all shapes and sizes… and for him.

Working with you for the last eight months had been fun, to say the least.

You were his physical ideal, but you didn’t know that. Bobby always made sure to point out Ari’s exes to you and none of them had your body type. That was one reason why they were exes.

“You might wanna… go….”

Ari gestured to your body, making you feel some kind of way. His eyes were still sweeping over you with possession as he stayed in the doorway. A thrill ran up your spine before you responded to the underhanded command.

“Shit. Yeah. Come in.”

You stood on tip toe to see over Ari’s broad shoulder to welcome your guests.

“Make yourselves at home.”

You toppled into Ari and his hands came up to your waist to steady you. You giggled as you crashed into him.

“My bad. Extra ‘cause I’m wet. I’m dripping all over you.”

“THATS WHAT SHE SAID!!!” screamed Trixie as everyone laughed as they entered your small place.

Ari was paralyzed because that scenario was highly desirable. And the feel of you in his hands was...

He had to snap out of it. You just didn’t see him that way. He was too old for you, and was probably definitely not your type. But he couldn’t help but stare at your unfettered ass under your robe. His throat was suddenly dry.

You caught Ari’s look and hurried to your bedroom alcove. Once there, the curtain closed, you took a deep breath. Ari had you open. But you had to deal with it. He was just a friend.

By the time you came out, Your place was decorated for the holiday; they even had a small table top tree and presents.

You smiled big at your friends and gave everyone a hug, ending with Ari.

“I can’t believe you did all this, for me. I didn’t get you all presents.”

“That’s okay!”

“No problem.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Everyone was so nice.

Your face at that moment was everything to Ari.

“For you, Anything.”

You two just stared at each other.

“I would throw up, but I haven’t eaten yet.”

You laughed.

“Sorry. I’m out of sorts today. But you all will get me right? Right?”

“Yep! Shots all around.’

Mitch had the fireball ready.

“Oh shit. That stuff’s terrible,” you laughed.

“Let’s go, let me get some glasses.”

You went for the shot glasses in the cabinet. Ari, as well as everyone else, admired you in your red Christmas sweater and red plaid leggings. When your sweater rose up to show your ass beneath your braids was when Ari thought he would have a heart attack. He moved toward you.

“Need some help, short stuff?”

He was right next to you, sharing his body heat. So why did you shiver and stand speechless beside him looking up at him under your lashes? You were acting like a damsel in distress. You frowned and turned away to catch your breath.

Ari watched you grimace and turn toward the sink. What had he done? He shouldn’t have called you short.

“Here they are!”

You put five shot glasses on the counter.

“Now gimme!”

Mitchell poured and you reached for a glass to knock it back. You put it down for another.

“Careful…” said Ari, as he watched you drinking.

“You need to eat something with that.”

He was getting the food out of the bags.

“Thanks, Dad,” you joked.

You kissed him on the cheek as you stood there with your plate, ready for him to serve you. Ari had the urge to take you over his knee right then.

“Yeak, Daddy, thanks for being the killjoy as usual.”

“Oh hush, Bobby, it was Ari’s idea for this party. He’s the hero tonight!”

You put one of the crowns that Trixie had brought on Ari’s head.

“He’s the king.”

You winked as you stood close to him, your breasts barely brushing him as you crowned him. It caused Ari to clench his jaw to hold back. You were so fucking hot.

For the rest of the night, Ari kept his distance, watching you have fun and celebrate without getting that close to you again. He couldn’t ruin the friendship.

You only had a few more shots, but Ari kept handing you plates of food so that you wouldn’t get too tipsy. But you were loose and flirty with everyone. It was a good time.

Around 6, everyone left, having other celebrations to go to. You were warm and full of cheer and wished everyone a Merry Christmas at the door. Ari was the only person left in your home, cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Hey, Sir. You don’t have to do that, you know. You’ve done so much today.”

Ari chuckled as he finished the last dish in the sink.

“I know. I don’t have to. But I wanted to. Like I said. Anything for you.”

Ari turned around from the sink and leaned up against it. You shoved a blue paper wrapped box into his hands and saw the look of surprise on his face.

“I thought you said…”

“I didn’t get everyone else a gift. Just you. You’re my bestie. Happy Hanukkah, Ari. Chag sameach...”

Ari looked at you for a long time, something unreadable in his eyes.

“Chag sameach.”

You watched as Ari lifted out a fine light blue cashmere scarf. Suddenly, it clicked.

“Wow. It matches your eyes…”

You wondered how many colors of blue were in Ari’s eyes, and why you hadn’t noticed this particular shade before now. And you wondered why you picked out that color scarf. You had to have it for him when you saw it. There must have been something in your subconscious that caused you to pick that color.

Your heart was beating erratically as you took the scarf from him and stood on tiptoes to drape it around his neck and making him bend close to you again.

“Kitten...”

You interrupted Ari, attempting to keep up the conversation before you did anything stupid, but not letting go of the scarf and keeping the proximity with him that you’d created.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do you call me that? Is it because I’m like a feral cat that just showed up on your doorstep?”

Your voice was husky now, and you were lost deep in the pools of his eyes.

Ari chuckled and looked down at your lips.

“Yeah, something like that.”

That wasn’t the truth. Ari didn’t like cats. Cats that crossed his path always hissed and tried to scratch, but he ended up loving the ones that stuck around. His sister’s cat, Murray, the alley cat that turned out to be an escaped bodega cat from two blocks over. Just like them, you’d clawed your way into his heart, and you wouldn’t let go.

You looked deep into those blue eyes and were drawn in. You slotted yourself in between Ari’s legs and sensed that he put the box down beside him on the counter. His hands came up around your waist and you pulled on the scarf to make him bend down more as you leaned up on your toes to give him a sweet, short kiss that could have been construed as chaste.

You leaned back and huffed as Ari licked his lips.

“Taste good. Can I have another?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly, and Ari pulled you in closer and lowered his lips again, tongue probing for you to open your mouth. You granted him access and he established that he owned you with just a few swipes of his tongue.

You leaned into him, pressing yourself against him as his hands pulled you even closer. You could feel the excitement between his legs, pressing into your stomach. What was happening between yours was the perfect compliment to his large bulge.

You separated again, breathing hard, looking down at your hands which held the scarf balled inside your fists. Then you dared to look up at him.

“Damn Ari, you know how to give a kiss.”

Ari pulled you even closer.

“Been wanting to do that to you for so long. I’m glad it’s finally done.”

“Really?”

Ari smiled at you.

“Really.”

“But I thought we were…just….”

Ari swooped down and kissed you again. This time making your toes curl. You whimpered in the back of your throat.

“...Friends….”

Your hands had let go of the death grip on the scarf and was smoothing it on his chest, inadvertently brushing his hard nipples.

Ari spoke, his voice gruff and deep again.

“So you want me to go?”

He didn’t move to let go of you, or to hide his growing arousal. You considered his unfairly handsome face and those lips and made your decision.

“Don’t go. Stay with me.”

“Stay? Stay and do what?”

“....Talk. Yes. Let’s talk.”

Ari sighed and gradually let go of you, and you of the scarf. You slowly backed away from him, slightly dizzy.

“Want a drink?”

You turned to get some glasses. Ari watched your ass and those hypnotizing braids of yours.

“Want a drink of you.”

You turned and looked at him over your shoulder and smiled. Then you shook your head.

“Ari… you don’t … I’m not even your type…”

You poured some bourbon into the glasses. You mixed yours with coke.

“And what is my type?”

Ari raised his eyebrow as he drank, and when he licked his lips, you almost swooned. You tried to escape into the living room, but of course, he followed you.

“Well… one of those sexy, hot, tight body types, like Mrs. Ashborne. Bobby told me that you and she… y’ know.”

You looked at him over your glass as his eyes flashed.

“Bobby’s got a big fucking mouth.”

He took a swig and then set his glass down on the coffee table as he sat next to you on the couch.

“That was nothing. I was pent up and horny, and she was practically throwing it at me. She served a purpose. But she’s not really my type. Men can be very weak, Kitten.”

“Ah, so it is true that all men cheat.”

Ari shook his head, and moved closer.

“Not what I said. I said men can be weak, but if they have a someone worth keeping, they can be very true.”

You created a barrier between you by taking another sip of your drink.

“So, why were you pent up and horny, Ari?”

Bobby had pointed out Mrs. Ashborne shortly after you’d started working as RSDR.

Ari’s eyes raked down your body and stopped at your sweater. Your tits were staring straight at him.

“Well. We had just hired a new trainer, and she was so hot that I was having wet dreams about her every night. I knew I was too old for her and that she only thought of me as a friend so… I hadn’t learned how to deal with that then.”

Your eyes widened.

“Shit, Ari…”

You put down your drink.

“You’re not too old… you’re only… how old are you again?”

You knew exactly how old he was, you had helped plan his birthday party in the summer, but Ari played along as he moved even closer to you.

“40, Kitten. I’m 40. And you’re only 28.”

‘Oh shit. You are old.”

Ari laughed.

“Fuck you, Kitten.”

You just smiled and let what he said sink in. You looked up, pretending to think.

“28 is the age of a full grown woman.”

“I could be your…”

“Next door neighbor that I have a crush on? A dilf?”

Ari smirked at you.

“You got a crush on me? A dad you’d like to fuck? But I don’t have any kids.”

“You could be Daddy.”

You watched his eyes dilate.

“Fuck, Kitten.”

“You keep saying that. But we’re friends. You are very hot, Ari. That’s why Rowena was throwing it at you. And that’s why she keeps trying so hard everytime she comes in. She wants that dick again. Must have been good.”

Ari dodged the essential question.

“Has she been back in? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Mmmmmhmmmm Ari. You know good and well she's been back in. She asks you for extra towels every time.”

Ari was busy eyeing your breasts, which he was sure sported two very erect nipples. He wondered what your areolas looked like. He licked his lips.

“Oh?” He replied, totally distracted.

You laughed.

“You totally ignored her, and my question about that dick. Is it as good as Rowena thinks? Tell me the truth. Friend to friend.”

Ari looked into your eyes. He wanted you.

“Who cares what Rowena thinks? You’d have to judge for yourself. Friend to friend.”

He was so damn sexy. You decided you wanted to play. You smoothed your hand down your sweater.

“You see something you like?”

Ari nodded. His eyes swept your form and back to your face.

“I see everything I like.”

He focused on your lips. His hair fell into his eyes and you reached up and brushed it back. He leaned over and kissed your wrist and you shivered.

“Can I have that sweet mouth again?”

You couldn’t resist and nodded, melting into him as he came for you again.

While Ari possessed your soul with this mouth, his hands pulled you closer to him. He trailed one hand up your spine, making you shiver until his fist was in your hair, feeling the texture of your braids against his fingers until he reached your nape. Then, he took a handful and tugged gently, causing you to shudder and moan into his mouth.

Ari pulled back and drew a ragged breath.

“You want to know about my dick. I want to know about your…” He surveyed you again. “... Everything. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

You smiled and then bit your lip, stifling a laugh.

“Deal.”

You stood up and pulled off your sweater, bringing it over your head and pulling your braids through. Ari looked up at you from the couch and could have cried at your sheer lace bra that hinted at the breasts he’d been dreaming of.

He looked down to your crotch and wanted to bury his nose in it, but he needed to be patient. You’d not given him permission, or better yet, begged for that yet.

He stood up to tower over you again, unbuttoning his blue chambray shirt and then pulling his t-shirt over his head. You stared at the beefy, hairy glory that was Ari Levinson before you. Then, you bent over toward him, making sure that he got a good view of your cleavage, and pulled your leggings down before you stepped out of them.

Ari ran his hand through his hair, and then unbuttoned his jeans, adjusting himself as he took them off. Your eyes widened at the huge tent in his boxers. It was Ari’s turn to stifle a laugh.

You gestured toward his crotch.

“Well, you aren’t showing me anything. That could be a roll of socks or something.”

Ari nodded toward your chest.

“You hiding grapefruit in there?”

“Funny boy.”

“Funny girl.”

“Ok, on the count of three.”

Ari wanted to get to the good part. He put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.

“One… two…”

You reached behind you with one hand ready to unclasp your bra. Your heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Three!”

You unsnapped your bra and Ari dropped his shorts. You shivered and hugged your self as you stared at the mammoth beast that your friend had been hiding. And was now pointing straight at you.

“Holy shit you’re so hot.”

Ari took you in shyly standing there staring at him. He had to have you.

“Do you like what you see, Kitten?”

“My god, Ari. I…”

You were speechless.

“You still want to experience it?”

Ari took a step toward you and you took a step back.

“You good?”

You giggled nervously.

“Yeah, I’m good. I want that.”

You pointed brazenly at his dick, and Ari looked down at it and smiled at you.

“You sure?”

He took another step and this time you didn’t move.

“Unhunh. What do you want, Ari?”

Ari waved at your whole body.

“I want that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. Been daydreaming about it for months.”

You lids half closed as he closed the gap between you and put his rough palms on your sides.

“What… exactly… is… it?”

You sighed as his hands came up and weighed your breasts, thumbs caressing your nipples, thrumming and stretching them so that you were squirming before him. You looked in his eyes as he did it, and he held your gaze as he lowered his lips to one.

“Well, for one, I want to play with these…”

He rubbed his lips along your nipples, making your knees weak. He held you up as he started suckling you tenderly at first, and then with abandon as you moaned for him. You looked down and brushed his hair out of the way as he closed his eyes and sucked at you, his perfect lips pursed into bows as he pulled your inhibitions from you.

“Ariiiiiii”

He picked you up, turned around and sat back on the couch with you, straddling his boner, the only barrier between you the red lace of your panties. He finished ravishing your nipples for a moment and looked up at you.

“You don’t know how hot you are, do you?”

You shook your head as he chuckled. Then, his eyes darkened as he took your breasts in his hand. He deftly twisted your nipples as you ground your crotch into him, your wantoness obvious.

“I feel how wet you are, Kitten. Do you want me too?”

Are looked you in the eyes as he started spanking your tits, making you jerk and putting you in shock that you liked it.

“Fuuuuckkkkk, Ariiiii!”

You arched right into his grip as he manhandled you. Then, he put his hand in your braids and massaged your scalp, sending you to nirvana.

“Fuck, Kitten, you look so fucking delicious. Do you taste so?”

Ari’s hand went from your breasts to your panties, and reached inside them for his long fingers to reach your dew.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet!”

You nodded, as the slide along the rough texture of the lace was giving you some satisfaction. You jolted as Ari brought his fingers out and tasted you, relishing the flavor.

“So delicious, Kitten. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of eating you out after a workout. Want to eat your sweaty pussy, baby.”

Oh shit, Ari was a freak. The jig was you were into it.

“Ohhhhhh.”

Ari tightened the hold on your hair, bending you back as he reached for your panties and tore a hole in them.

“Now’s the time to judge the quality of my dick Kitten.”

Ari lifted you up so that your thighs were on either side of his.

“You still want to?”

He still held your hair in a deliciously painful grip as he started sucking your nipples again. You just moaned and circled your hips in vain.

“You are in fact, dripping all over me again…”

“Fuck me, Ari… pleaseee.”

Your sexy moan and your fucked out face made Ari release your hair and pick you up by your thighs, biceps bulging as he easily took your full weight.

“Now, keep your eyes open Kitten.”

And he lowered you, slowly fucking you open on his cock. Your cunt stretched around his beautifully thick head and you keened.

“Yes, Ari, yessss! More, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

You begged as Ari’s pounding member stretched you and slid his way into you.

When you reached the bottom of his massive pole, you stared at him.

“Hi, Friend.”

Ari started pistoning his hips upward and the smile dropped from your face. You moved your hips in time, and Ari grabbed your hair again with his hand, and your nipple with his mouth. The free hand went to your clit, and soon you were clenching around him, cumming to beat the band.

“Oh, shit, Ari. Daddy!”

“Fuck! That’s a lot better than ‘Friend.”

Ari started pounding inside you, and then again lifted you up.

“No….” You whined, “No Ari…”

“Shhhhittttttttt!”

Ari relented and dropped you on his dick, giving you a few more pumps, Then, pulled you off again and started jacking his cock. You scrambled to your knees and took his hot load on your face as he panted, moaned, and cursed.

“Nnnnnghhhgnnn. Fucking hell, so fucking beautiful, godamn…”

He aimed some on your tits and you laughed as the hot spray dripped all over you.

“That wasn’t very friendly”

You sat back on your knees and looked up at him as you played in his cum. Ari collapsed on the couch as he watched you and his dick started perking up again. He chuckled.

“No.” Ari panted. “No it wasn’t.”

He admired you and sat up to draw his cum around your areola.

“How was the dick?”

“Pretty bomb. But I think I need more data. You know, a larger sample size.”

You gave him a filthy kiss and got up, turned around, and walked toward your shower. Ari couldn’t help but follow. He eyed your ass and licked his lips.

“Me too, Kitten. Me too. This might take until Christmas morning.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 17 days

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Sugar Fix

Summary: Your poor attempt at a joke lands you in hot water with your man. Takes place directly after the events in Sweet Tooth and Sweet Tooth Deluxe.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Discussions of Poor Body Image, Arguing, Manhandling, Mentions of Punishment, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Spanking, Oral Sex (fem rec), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @writer84. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“God, that was good.” You lean back in your seat, lazily stretching your arms over your head. Your man smiles as he dutifully picks up your plate before briefly giving into temptation long enough to press a tender kiss against your lips.

“Mm.” Ari hums low in his throat as he repeats the action once more. “Glad you enjoyed it, baby. Still find it hard to believe that you’d never had chocolate chip pancakes before today.”

“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You pout, reaching out to swat his perfectly sculpted ass, which was now unfortunately hiding beneath a pair of black sweatpants. At least he’d forgotten to put on a shirt.

Mostly because you were wearing it.

“And I’m not.” Your man chuckles while adding your dishes to the growing pile in your sink. “I’d never do something so foolish. Especially since we only just made up.” He tosses a wink at you over his shoulder.

Yeah, and that was mostly your fault.

“I am really sorry about that.” You murmur, feeling a twinge of regret over having subjected your man to several days of the silent treatment. “I should’ve talked to you about that whole business with Charline.”

“Water under the bridge, baby.”

Resting your chin on your hand, you watch as your bounty hunter busies himself with filling the sink with hot water and dish soap. Some days it still floored you that you were seeing a man who didn’t put up a fuss about cooking. Or cleaning for that matter.

“I just meant that I’m in no hurry to have you toss me out on my ass again just yet.” He continues while sudsing up one of the new sponges you’d left laying on the counter. “That’s all I was saying, little Bird.”

“Well that wouldn’t be very hospitable of me, now would it?” You’re quick to counter, allowing your gaze to drop to your bare knees. “Seeing as you were kind enough to break into my home and cook me breakfast.”

“I had a key.” He snorts dismissively.

“Yeah, one that you stole!” You fire back, doing your best to hide your grin. “From me!”

“What the hell does any of that matter if you were already gonna–” He cuts himself off with a shake of his head before deciding to change tactics. “Look sweetheart, if you wanna argue about semantics can you at least wait until we’re both naked?”

“I guess so.” Comes your breezy reply as you fiddle with the hem of Ari’s t-shirt. Granted the fit was much too big for you, but it didn’t change the fact that you loved how wearing it made you feel. There really was something to be said for being surrounded by the heady scent of your man.

“Thank you.” Ari grunts before returning his attention to the stack of dishes in need of a good scrub. “Did you have enough to eat? Can’t have you wastin’ away on me.”

“Sure did.” You beam at him, content to sit back and enjoy the view. No man should be allowed to look that flippin’ sexy while doing simple household chores.

“Good.”

“To be honest, I didn’t even realize I was that hungry until I took that first bite. I suppose that’s what I get for not really eating…” You trail off when Ari turns toward you, his piercing blue eyes locking with yours. “...much over the last couple days.”

Your pulse speeds up as you watch your Bounty Hunter brace his still-wet hands on the edge of the counter. Which is when you belatedly realize that you probably should’ve kept that tidbit of information to yourself.

“Little Bird?”

“Yes, sugar?” You can’t help but wince at the way he says your name. Even still, you decide to stand up, hoping to distract him from the direction his thoughts were taking. “Want some help drying those plates? Because I don’t mind–”

“When was the last time you ate something?” He cocks his head to the side, almost like he’s studying you while he waits for your answer. “And before you get cute on me, baby, I’m talkin’ about before today.”

You can feel yourself physically wilt as you weigh your options. While you tended to believe that honesty was the best policy, sometimes being too honest had the tendency to get you in trouble with your man.

“I had some toast the other–”

“A full meal.” Ari swiftly interrupts, clearly not in the mood to mince words.

“Well, if you really must know…” Crossing your arms over your chest, you prepare to stand your ground. “I haven’t found myself with much of an appetite lately.” You sniff, ignoring the way his nostrils flare. “Probably on account of our tiff.”

Okay, now that was absolutely true. Because whether this man realized it or not, he had a knack for always making sure you ate at least one proper meal before the day’s end. With him out of the picture, you hadn’t really had any desire to eat.

Instead of responding, Ari turns to stare out the window, quietly sucking on his teeth as he does. You knew without asking that he was working to rein in his temper before he spoke again, lest he say the wrong thing and start another fight.

“C’mon Beast, it’s really not a big deal.” You shrug, biting your thumb as will him to cast a glance your way. “Besides, I’m pretty sure these hips could stand to miss a meal or two.”

While it was certainly a poor attempt at levity, you felt that one of you had to do something to lighten the mood. You startle when Ari suddenly throws down the sponge into the sink, sending water splashing everywhere.

You watch him slowly dry his hands with a nearby towel before tossing it aside in favor of bridging the distance between you. Good sense and the need for self-preservation has you backing up; however, you scarcely make it two steps before you feel your butt collide with your kitchen table. But your bounty hunter doesn’t stop moving until he’s standing directly in front of you.

“What was that?” He asks without an ounce of friendliness in his tone. In fact, his question comes out sounding more like a dare than anything else. “I reckon I’m a little hard of hearing these days.”

Later, you would kick yourself for taking the bait.

“Ahem.” Clearing your throat, you can’t help but notice the clench of his jaw. “I said that these hips – my hips – could probably stand to miss a meal.” You repeat, giving him your best prim and proper tone.

Sometimes the facts weren’t up for discussion.

Moving with a speed that belies his size, Ari manages to wrap one brawny arm around your waist before using his considerable strength to pin you face down against the kitchen table. Shocked by this sudden mistreatment, you open your mouth fully prepared to protest, only to snap it shut the moment you feel a cool breeze ghost across your bare backside.

“Try again, sweetheart.” The lawman grunts before delivering a hearty smack to your ass, eliciting a rather undignified screech from you. “Oh? I’m afraid I still didn’t quite catch that.”

“There’s no need to act like a brute!” You cry as you struggle against his impossible hold. “It’s not right for you to–ahh fuck!” You damn near lose it when his heavy palm connects with your traitorous cunt, the sound of the wet slap echoing throughout the room.

In that very moment, that sweet bite of pain had never felt so good.

“Ah, sweetness.” Ari coos, a hint of mocking laughter curling around his tone. “Could’ve sworn I’d fucked some sense into you earlier this morning. Are you tellin’ me my work still isn’t done?”

You think back to something he’d said when he was busy fucking you senseless. He’d said, or snarled as it were, that you needed a Sir or a Daddy to help keep you in line. At the time you’d assumed that he’d simply got caught up in the heat of the moment. But now…

Apparently it takes you too long to answer because his next smack has you rising on your toes. You clench your thighs together, desperate to ignore your body’s response. Although it does little to stop your man from wedging a proprietary hand between them anyway.

“Now is not the time to go quiet on me, little Bird.”

He gently cups your most intimate flesh before expertly parting your messy folds with his thick fingers. A soft cry escapes when he lightly pinches your swollen clit, making your hips buck.

Sweet Christ! You honestly had no idea just how much you actually enjoyed being manhandled until you crossed paths with this guy.

“All I was trying to do was answer your question!” You grit out, doing your best to ignore the filthy wet squelch of his palm colliding against your core once more, causing a fresh wave of arousal to dampen your thighs.

“And I didn’t much care for your answer.” Ari hums, taking a moment to lazily pet your now glistening cunt.

And who’s fault was that? Just because the man thought he owned the rights to your body didn’t give him the authority to…to…punish you like this. But when you inform him of that, the only response you get comes in the form of an annoying chuckle.

“I was joking, damn you – ooh!” You whine, stomping your foot for good measure – both of which manages to earn you another spank.

“But that’s just it, baby.” He rumbles, taking a break from further abusing your poor, overworked flesh. “Last I checked, jokes were supposed to be funny.” You press your face against the cool surface of the table as two sinful fingers playfully tease your entrance. “And talking shit about these curves ain’t funny, right?”

“Y-yes! I mean right.” In need of a little relief, you attempt to entice your man by wiggling your ass. But instead of doing as you bid, those same fingers soon find their way back to your swollen bundle of nerves, pinching just hard enough to get and hold your attention.

“Glad you think so.” He murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips along the sensitive shell of your ear as his free hand moves to rub soothing circles along your lower back. “And since I’ve finally got you in the mood to listen, how about we talk about something else?”

Instead of responding, you merely nod – giving him leave to get whatever the hell he wanted off of his perfectly sculpted chest.

“The next time you get the bright idea to shut me out without givin’ me a chance to plead my case, you had better do a damned good job respecting this gorgeous body while I’m on ice.” The air of danger in Ari’s husky purr has goosebumps rippling along your heated flesh. “Because if you don’t, I swear to God the moment you let me back in, I’m gonna do a lot more than spank this pretty pussy. You get me?”

Still unable to form words, you decide to let your body do the talking. Groaning low in your throat, you arch your hips and wiggle your ass, purposely grinding your cunt against his now drenched palm.

“Ah, sweetheart.” He rasps in approval, gently nipping your earlobe with his sharp teeth. “You get me. Yeah, you do.”

As a reward for your submission, Ari takes pity on you by slowly spearing his fingers inside your sopping wet core. Now it’s his turn to groan when he feels your velvety walls flutter around him, eagerly sucking him back in when he tries to pull out.

“Fuck if my girl ain’t got a greedy fucking pussy.” Your bounty hunter muses, more to himself than to you. “Are you sore? Need me to let you rest some more?”

In all reality, what he really wanted to do was splay you out on the table and kiss your puffy pussy lips until you were a sobbing, trembling mess. But he’d also settle for burying himself balls deep inside of you too.

Regardless of which one he chose, they both all but guaranteed that you’d remember this particular lesson for days to come. Because no one was allowed to talk shit about his beautiful Bird – not even you.

“Want you to fill me up again.” You tell him, meaning every word even as his expert touch threatens to rob you of breath. “Help me work up an appetite. Please, Sir.” You tack on the last bit, hoping that might be enough to tip your man over the edge.

Your now frantic pulse sings to new heights when you’re treated to the sound of Ari’s sweatpants hitting the floor behind you. Apparently he felt that you’d been punished long enough – something for which you were grateful.

You can’t help but whine when he finally removes his fingers, leaving your empty walls clenching around nothing but air. Anticipation fills you while you wait, expecting to feel the bulbous head of his cock glide its way through your slippery folds.

However, you’re surprised when he drops to his knees instead. His large, slightly calloused hands grip the backs of your thighs, forcing your legs apart just enough to make his intentions clear.

“How ‘bout you feed me first, greedy girl?” He growls, possessively nuzzling his nose along the soft skin of your inner thigh. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need all my strength to help your stubborn ass work up a proper appetite.”

“Oo-okaay!” Your legs threaten to give out when Ari’s wide, flat tongue begins lapping at your damp flesh, making a show of savoring your sweet honey. He holds you in place while he feasts, his subtle use of strength letting you know that your only job was to keep still and submit to his sensual assault.

“Mm...” Ari rumbles, enjoying every desperate little whine and whimper that makes its way past your lips. "Best meal I've had in days." Forgoing his need to breathe, he fully buries his head between your thighs, content to eat you from the back as if he had all the time in the world.

Which he did, especially now that make-up sex was once again back on the menu.

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flordeamatista · 3 months

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𝗜'𝗺 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀

pairing: boudoir photographer!ari levinson x reader

concept: You're so pretty, I'm all yours

word count: 1.4k

warnings: new year feels, soft grey! reader, soft kisses, allusions to bj,

a/n: daydream written for the @writerscafehub writer's cafe secret santa exchange. prompt: “Character is a photographer. Reader wants to do a boudoir photo shoot for Christmas.

I appreciate the love you both gave me when I first wrote the first draft and ideas in December @targaryenvampireslayer @navybrat817

lovely beta: @/navybrat817

line divider by the lovely @s-tarksintern / the cute gif and moodboard made by me

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It was an image of you that sparked my desire to see you.

It was impossible not to admire your own reflection as you gazed into the large vanity mirror. Expertly applied makeup highlights your attractive features, giving you an air of magic and allure. You hadn't felt this confident and energized in a long time.

Ultimately, today was the day she returned to you.

There is a charred, hollow space in your soul where the flame of your soul once burned fiercely. The time is now to reignite that flame and let it spread throughout your veins, consuming all doubts and fears.

It's time to reclaim yourself, step back into your true self, open your heart and let her back in. After years of waiting and walking through the dark, she is coming through the day and the time for hesitation is over.

Set that flash ablaze and watch it turn into an inferno of passion and strength.

The silk robe draped smoothly over your body, providing comfort and a soft barrier as you prepared for the photo shoot. Often, a photo can convey a thousand words about a person, and your photos conveyed intensity and fierceness.

Little did you know, the man behind the camera would become the perfect match for your fiery energy. You had seen his work online, attracted by his talent and unique style. A face-to-face meeting with him, however, was a whole new experience. Your spine was tingling from his presence. The piercing blue of his eyes and the chiseled features only added to his allure. Billboards were the right place to advertise his face, not behind a camera.

Faced with his blazing inferno, you couldn't help but feel like a mere flicker.

As the light from the camera engulfs your eyes, primal desires ignite in your mind.

The heat radiating from it beckons you closer, enticing you to grasp its alluring power and reach out and grasp it.

As you step toward the camera, your heart pounding with anticipation, you repeat like a manifesting prayer, "She will burn, she will be loved."

This new year brings you closer to achieving your deepest desires.

You breathe deeply as you step in front of the lens and release any inhibitions or doubts you may have. Hearing the air rush into and out of your body, you become aware of your own existence.

Now is your chance to shine without apologies or hesitation.

Embrace your true self and ignite it before Ari Levinson's eyes.

Feel the flames of passion and authenticity dancing within you, pleading to be released.

Making your own ambiance of beauty.

A sense of anticipation tingles your body as you lie on the crisp, white sheets. There's something unmistakably sexy and inviting about the way your legs are spread apart.

Your bare skin shivers as cool air blows over it, both excited and nervous.

Standing before you is someone who has witnessed your most intimate and sensual moments.

Through the eyes of his high-quality camera, he captures each curve and angle of you, gently guiding you so that you feel more at ease and desired.

Praise and compliments from him ignite desire within you.

He is telling you to move slightly to the left, so he can see your pretty eyes. With each shot he took, his flattery stoked the sparks of desire within.

You're so pretty, I'm all yours.

Ari emerged from behind the camera and slowly approached you, getting down on his knees in front of you. You held your position, trying to maintain composure as his fingers danced across your skin.

The tension in the room only grows as his intense gaze and heavy breathing intensify.

Inhale and exhale, you remind yourself as Ari's touch becomes more daring and electrifying. In the midst of all this intensity, he gently turns your face towards another light source.

More of this touch. It will make you want to burn with him and feel his touch. This time, more.

Your mouth dropped open as he reverted to his vision.

An intense spark lit his cyan eyes, and he quickly grabbed his camera, eager to capture the raw emotion emanating from within you. Standing before him, you radiated fiery passion. With each click of the shutter, he immortalized your essence, capturing every detail, every surge of energy. The final click, the room reverberated with unbridled passion and boundless creativity as one, sealing the moment in time.

Your adoration grows in me, and I’m thrilled to be able to share mine with yours.

When you look in the mirror, your lips, covered in a rich crimson lipstick, press together. You give the mirror an air kiss. A kiss to seal this moment. A moment that you achieved.

She is getting what she was made to get on this very night.

Behind you as the sun sets, your lover now lies a peaceful state, his hands bound by metallic handcuffs under the low light. You move fluidly and seductively towards him with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. Your lips leave a trail of bold red kisses along his bare chest, each one expressing your passion and desire for him.

You are enthralled by his skin under your touch, igniting an inner fire that cannot be quenched.

Yours.

It is a man who sees your vision and your vision sees him as your own.

An abrupt blinding light breaks through the darkness as he stirs from his slumber. Trying to adjust his blurry vision, he hears soft moans escape his lips. A sudden sense of urgency arises in him as he notices your piercing eyes and your body hovering over him. Seeing your fingers clatter against his belt, he weakly grunts and asks what you were doing.

“Shhh. I'm just pleasuring my man," you declared boldly. "It's only moments ago that you were taking my pictures and now I'm fully taking you."

You felt your breath tighten as you looked at him. Seeing his body under your touch was a release because this connection is real.

Curling your lips into a sensual smile, you knew his body was yours to possess.

After having been his muse during the photoshoot, now it was your turn to capture every inch of him.

The love you shared simmered between stolen glances and yearning gazes. You glide down his zipper as his eyes widen, unable to resist your intense pull towards him.

In your arms, he belongs.

Since that first snap with his camera captured your heart, he's yours entirely.

Our connection, strong and deep, breaking through.

Despite trying to contain his moans, they escaped as he gazed upon your completely naked and flawless form. The sensation of your fingers around him was stronger than any flash in the world.

"You're mine," you declared, locking eyes with Ari in a passionate stare. "You belong to me, Ari Levinson. Only me. "I've been searching for you" With those words, you took him into your mouth, teasing him with your tongue and igniting a fire within him.

Despite trying to contain his moans, they escaped as he gazed at your completely naked and flawless form. The sensation of your fingers around him was stronger than any light in the world.

"I'm yours," you said, locking eyes with Ari. "I belong to you, Ari Levinson. Only me. You've been searching for me, and now we have found each other." With those words, you took him into your mouth, teasing him with your tongue and igniting a fire within him.

You are Ari Levinson's perfect picture.

This flame is back, and let it spread throughout your veins as you go into the flare of flame, ultimately winning the light, consuming everything you touch.

Embracing each other, two souls seeking comfort found they were not themselves completely, until they descended into lust, an intense desire that devoured their muses.

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venusstorm · 2 years

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More Than Friends

Part Two

Fear. It drove apart your friendship with Chris, it prevented him from telling you how he feels, and after a big argument, you’re left wondering if he had ever even cared.

Note: Italics indicate past events

Warnings: 18+, angst, ounce of fluff to soften the wounds

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Chris was blinded by rage when he went to see you that day. Despite what he admitted to, he wasn't upset about Henry Cavill whisking you away. No, he was upset because it wasn't him. He was furious that he had allowed you to slip from his grasps so easily, and all because he was too scared to say how he truly felt.

A relationship strictly for PR was something he'd typically never consider. It was lousy and deceptive and he couldn't fathom wasting time developing something so fraudulent.

But then he thought about you. He replayed your conversation over and over in his head until he began to groan from the headaches. You had whispered the words "I love you," and he had stomped on them as if they didn't matter.

They mattered. You mattered.

He tried texting you, calling, but nothing felt right. How could he possibly explain that every cruel sentence that left his mouth was the result of fear?

His veins were iced with terror the moment you began expressing your everlasting feelings. "I love you." That sentence came with a responsibility that he was certain to fail miserably at. His track record proved that perfectly and he knew he couldn't do that to you.

But instead of gently rejecting you like a sane individual, he conjured up the vilest words on the planet in order to deter you from him.

It was the biggest mistake of his life.

He could sense you pulling away but there was nothing he could do. He had dug his grave and now it was time to lay in it. All the way in London, there was no way to see you face to face, meaning that it was impossible to confront the awkwardness blooming between the two of you.

Chris couldn't even be upset. He was responsible for everything crumbling down and soon he realized there was no saving it.

He wound up taking up the offer to be immersed in a PR relationship. You deserved far better than him and for the sake of the movie, he struck a deal. A huge part of him believed that everything would go back to normal in a matter of days. Maybe you’d realize that he’d be the worst partner in the world and that being friends was for the best.

But to Chris’s dismay, the opposite happened. Your messages became shorter and all calls had ceased.

Sometimes he'd scroll back months, even years prior to read old conversations. He'd smile down at his phone as he read about your evening on a random day last December, or how you found the perfect patch of wildflowers and wanted to bring him there for a picnic.

Now all you could say were three worded sentences that ended the conversation before it could even start.

After you had stopped responding entirely, worry began to fill his gut. He felt physical pain from the action, cursing at himself for screwing everything up in the midst of trying to preserve a relationship that never needed saving.

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After leaving your apartment Chris sobs. He slouches into his car seat, eyes blurry as he tries to drive home. Thoughts of you kept invading his mind, almost as if his subconscious was shouting at him to turn the car around and for once tell you how he truly feels.

But like always, he suppresses the noise and continues to drive on.

Once he enters his home, exhaustion crashes over him. Dodger runs through his legs, tail wagging viciously as he poked his head out of the cracked open front door.

"She didn't come back with me tonight bubba," he sighs.

Dodger was used to you coming over every Friday for movie night. The two of you would gather on the couch and sit dangerously close. Dodger nuzzled into your side while Chris rubbed his hand along his fur.

But just for tonight, Dodger would settle with only having Chris. The sweet dog could sense the sadness radiating from his owner and decided to crawl into his lap in hopes to release some of his pain.

The first thought when Chris wakes up everyday always involves you. Every outing you've had that "wasn't a date" was far better than the time he's spent on any actual one. He always called you his best friend but you were truly so much more.

As ridiculous as it sounds, he thought being only a friend would guarantee that you never left his life.

But just a friend wouldn't have yelled at his co-star for sleeping with you. Just a friend wouldn't fall asleep nightly with you on his mind. Just a friend wouldn't fantasize about kissing your soft lips every time you came over to watch some cheesy 90's rom-com that you swore up and down was the best movie on Earth.

He should've been ecstatic that you finally said the words that he had been aching to say. Thrilled that someone who has such a big impact on his life loved him enough to risk everything in order to say "I love you."

You were always braver than him.

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Chris was punishing himself every waking moment that he didn't use to contact you. It was torture and he felt it was well deserved. He had only left his home to film, quickly making his way back and into the comfort of his sheets in a poor attempt to sleep time away.

Nothing made him laugh anymore. Nothing even made him show a sliver of a smile. He wondered if this is what you had felt after he left you in the dust. That thought alone made his self-pity party grow another size.

Sighing he pulls out his cellphone, hovering over your name before finally clicking call.

The first ring made his stomach drop with anxiousness, and as it continued to ring he knew that you'd never pick up. He waits for your voicemail to begin, his thoughts crowding his mind as he thinks of what to say.

But nothing came and only silence fills the air. Asking for forgiveness over the phone after breaking your heart in person was a cruel exchange, and so he closes out of the call entirely.

He places his phone on the side table, ready to turn over and drift off to sleep when his eyes zone in a little wooden box. Reaching out, he grabs the familiar object and stares down at its content: a small gumball machine ring that served as a makeshift wedding ring. Bought specially using one thousand tickets from the local arcade.

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"We're getting old ya know," you sighed. "One day we're gonna have bad backs and spend our time playing solitaire instead of going out. Don't you ever think we're wasting time not settling down? What if we end up alone and cranky."

Chris shook his head. "Sure I might be using a cane one day but I’d never be alone."

You nudged his shoulder, "Oh? So will Chris Evans finally marry someone one day? Settle down so loneliness doesn't kill him before heartburn?"

He burst into laughter, "that's not funny."

Smiling you leaned against him, his arm wrapping around your body protectively. "I'm just asking," you shrugged.

As you laid against him Chris couldn't help but to admire your beauty. How could he possibly think about marrying someone else when you were right here next to him. Everyone paled in comparison and perhaps that's why he's never truly found "the one." His "one" was you, he'd never need anyone else.

"I'd marry you," he spoke softly.

You swore your heart stopped at the admission. "What?" You whispered.

Chris nodded. "I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

"And what age do I have the privilege of finally being asked for my hand in marriage?" You fronted as if you were teasing, but truth the was you had already fantasized about this moment for years.

"Forty-eight," he stated.

You laughed. "Why forty-eight?"

Chris shrugged. "Wedding planning would take a year or so and being married when I turn exactly fifty would be cool."

"You're ridiculous," you snorted.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Since I’m so ridiculous...” he mocks, “We can get married right now."

You giggle as he hops up from the couch and disappears into his bedroom. He comes back moments later with a cheap ring that looked like it'd turn your entire hand green.

He dropped to the ground on one knee, the ring displayed in his hand like the most precious jewel in the world.

"Y/N, will you do me the honor of—"

"I do!" You shrieked.

You jumped up to hug him, tackling his body to the ground as you both exploded in a fit of laughter.

Chris stared as you laughed, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. All of his actions had some truth to them, and he knew deep down that being with you was everything he'd ever need.

But reality always crept up on him. Anxiety consuming him, fear forcing him to believe that being with you would only end up in flames.

He started to place the ring on your finger but you quickly pulled away. "Save it for when you're forty-eight. Then you can get back down on one knee and slide it on my finger...and then I'll watch your old ass struggle to get up" you smirked.

Chris scoffed, "Spent all this money on your ring for you to not even wanna wear it." He clutched his heart jokingly, falling to the ground dramatically and dragging you with him.

You squealed as he pressed his weight against you, trapping you on the floor. Your faces were only inches apart and quickly the laughter died out. He stared at your lips as you gazed into his eyes. For a moment he inched closer, his breath tickling your nose as he questioned whether or not to make a move.

"Forty-eight," He stated.

You nodded. "Forty-eight."

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missed call from Chris

You stare at the screen mindlessly. It has been nearly a week since everything went down at your apartment. Chris has tried calling multiple times but you’d always just let it ring.

The moment his name popped up on the screen you were sent down a rabbit hole of painful and joyous memories.

You can’t find it within yourself to block his number either. Despite everything he had said and done, you still have a soft spot for him and that rattles your body to the core.

Eventually the calls stopped and you didn’t know if that was better or worse than an influx of spam calls and messages. At least then you knew he was thinking about you.

A part of you wishes that he’d just get off his ass and come see you. He seems to be doing fine. Every now and then you’ll see a photo of him on set and you swore you saw a gleam of sadness within his eyes.

Or maybe that’s just what you want yourself to believe. Tricking yourself into thinking that Chris would actually be affected by your argument in the same way that you are.

He wasn’t affected when you told him you loved him. He wasn’t affected when he hopped into a PR relationship without considering how it’d crush you. No. The only time he was ever affected was when he marched to your place yelling at you for sleeping with Henry Cavill. The only time he’s ever shown care that could be mistaken as more than friendship blossomed from jealousy.

Shaking yourself out of your haze, you turn your attention back to the location options sprawled across your desk.

Surprisingly, your job was the only thing going right in your life. A few days ago you received news that you’d be the lead production designer for the Russo brothers new film. It was sure to be a blockbuster and you for sure were about to get the payout of your life.

First duty of action was deciding which locations were best to film at. You had narrowed it down to Prague, France, Spain, and a few other countries that fit the gritty attitude you felt when reading the script.

Then you spent hours looking at multiple filming locations and scheduling virtual meetings with their owners to see how much it would cost to use their land and go over the rules and regulations they’d set in place.

Joe and Anthony would be arriving any minute now for you to present your concept ideas and nerves were wracking your core. This opportunity meant everything to you and letting them down was not an option.

“Breathe,” you whisper aloud, shutting your eyes as you focus on positive thoughts. “After a complete shit-show of a year you deserve this. They’re gonna love what you present…"

“I’m sure we will,” a voice says.

You suck in a breath, eyes popping wide open and taking in the sight of the Russo brothers standing at the door.

“Hi! Come in!” You usher. “I’m so sorry…I was just doing some extra prep work,” you grit. God why did they have to come in at that exact moment.

The two shrug. “Nothings wrong with a little pep talk.”

Smiling graciously you hide your embarrassment and begin your presentation.

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“This looks great,” Anthony states. “I think the locations you’ve shown for Prague and France look fantastic.”

“The Château de Chantilly is an interesting choice…I can picture some major action scenes going down within the halls of that place,” Joe adds.

You nod. “I’ve also been playing around with some theme concepts and I think that having a very renaissance feel gives the movie a bit more depth. It’s like you have violence, explosions, bloodshed, all of it happening within this beautiful piece of architecture. It’s almost poetic in a sense.”

“Well damn, that’s a great point. I can already see Ryan racing down those halls arms in hand.”

“Ryan?” You question.

“Gosling. He’s gonna be one of our leads for the film. Tried to get Evans up there as the good guy but we all know he’s been on a villain streak after playing Captain America all those years.”

Your ears begin to ring from the sound of his name. Hesitantly you ask the question that you were already fearing the answer to.

“Is he— is he still in the movie?” You whisper.

“Lloyd Hansen the man himself.”

Rendered speechless, you could only nod.

The brothers whisper something to each other before turning back to you. “Looks like that pep talk did you justice. We’ll set you up to officially meet the team and we can head out to Europe to officially scout out these places.”

Plastering a smile on your face you stand up to shake their hands. “Thank you for your time. I really appreciate it.”

You watch as they turn around, talking amongst themselves happily as if they hadn’t just announced the worst possible news you could ever hear.

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Part Three

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Birthday

Request: Ok but the way I like low key wanna go to a strip club with Chris and watch him sit back while a stripper with a big ass twerks on him and gives him the absolute time of his life 💀

Request: Hey am I request a Chris Evans x black reader where they’re neighbors

Request: Could you do a Chris x Shy reader where the reader likes him and he likes her but she doesn’t know he likes her. Could it be possibly a smut with a really freaky reader thankssssss <333

Request: Chris Jamal evans eating plus sized! Readers ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Summary: when you told Chris you wanted him to teach you a thing or two after your divorce, he hadn’t been expecting it like this.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!plus sized! Neighbor! Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, Duggar-esque religious beliefs, strippers, lap dance, cunnilingus, analingus, rough sex, humiliation, dirty talk, breeding kink, sort of cuckqueaning

(A/N: this is kinda different. Idk just thought it would be fun to write a story about a fundie girl getting corrupted by this man 🤷🏾‍♀️ hopefully you guys see what I was going for cuuuuz 😳 lol and I had to combine a lot of requests cuz they’ve just been sitting and I’ll feel better once they’re gone. This story is unedited so if you see mistakes idk what to tell you. anyway like, follow, and comment with a reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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It wasn’t like he’d gotten well-aquatinted with the side no one else was allowed to see by now. You’d gotten yourselves into some messes for sure. Messing around in inappropriate places. His shy girl turned naughty slut and only for him.

Like that time he was finger fucking you in the back of a very packed movie theatre. You just looked so fucking hot that night. At least the movie was rated R.

Or the time he made you orgasm on vacation because he made you keep a bullet vibrator inside of you. As he made you cum in the water while you were on the beach. Watching your face change as you buried yourself into his chest trying to stop yourself from crying out. All he could do was smirk at you. Fucking slut.

If anything you were just paying him back which was fair. The two of you had been very worked up. It was kind of hard since no one really knew the two of you were a thing. As far as everyone else knew you were just his sweet little neighbor.

No one had even expected you to come out tonight anyway. You seemed like a shy thing but he knew better. Just cuz you had Scott and everyone else fooled didn’t mean he was the same way. He could tell you were a freak from the moment he met you and yet he’d still been unprepared by it.

You just did things no one else would ever think to do. By now he’d gotten the chance to enjoy your true nastiness. The way you let him fuck you anywhere he felt like. Had become his free use slut.

The two of you weren’t technically a couple yet but after tonight he doesn’t know. This had been new even for you. He didn’t even know you were- it was just so unexpected.

Fuck, it was hot, though, you trying to hang. Obviously you’d been invited to dinner and from there it ended up being wherever the wind took all of you.

First a bar not far from the restaurant. He’d made you sit by him all night. Barely let you out of his sight. Knew one of his friends had a little crush on you and he wasn’t about to catch himself slipping just cuz it wasn’t official.

You’d been all pouty and shit about how bad you felt about not bringing a gift. Not like it was your fault. It was kind of last minute anyway. Hell he thought he was going to be out of town but he… fine he wanted to see you. So he made the quick trip. Scott told everyone to come out for dinner and there you were.

You were wearing this dress you knew he liked. One that he really liked taking off of you. He doesn’t think you saw yourself in the way he did but holy fuck did he see you. Just everything since that first moment when you’d moved in. How shy you’d been because you definitely were not used to having a neighbor like him.

You came from a much smaller community. Had moved in next door with your husband. Well, ex-husband.

While nothing happened when you were married, the two of you had gotten close. Where you were from divorce was uncommon, but since it had been five years with no baby it was kind of inevitable.

The pressure to conceive had started getting to you around the second year. By then your now ex had been trying to be all buddy buddy with him. Trying to convert him and shit. He played along for a minute just to get close to you cuz underneath the modesty clothing he really liked what he saw.

And it wasn’t like he swooped in after the papers were filed either. He’d just done a lot to help considering your parents were trying to make you go back home to raise your siblings or nieces and nephews.

By then your friendship had grown to where he was not going to let that happen. Had even managed to get you a lawyer when they tried to force you to give up the house. Saying that since the church owned it, you had to leave but you were taking your seat ass time to move out.

When the two of you first started messing around you’d been asking him questions. Had never done this before. Never got to date. Didn’t even get to have your first kiss until the officiant said, ‘you may now kiss the bride.’

He didn’t want to take advantage of you knowing how inexperienced you were, but it quickly became clear that you were going to be a monster all on your own. He’d rather be the one taking care of you rather than getting yourself into dangerous situations out of curiosity. And fuck was he more than happy to be given the honors.

He genuinely hadn’t expected that side from you. After being blamed over and over about the fertility issues plaguing your past relationship, you seemed more than ready to explore a side of you that you would have never been able to before.

Wanted to know what it was like for a man to slap your ass and pull your hair. To be called dirty, filthy names. To be degraded and treated like the slut you weren’t supposed to want to be, but tonight had pushed the limit.

He wonder what your ex would say if he saw you. It had been something you’d never thought you’d do but you were down for anything Daddy told you to be down for.

What a fucking loser didn’t see what the fuck he had? That if he just treated you right, he probably would have been able to keep you. Sucks for him because Chris wasn’t planning on fumbling that bag. Not after tonight. His mind had been officially made up. Where the fuck was he about to find another nasty girl like you.

Last time I saw you, you’d been kind of upset. It had been hard to shake those teachings sometimes. Had worried that he’d judge you or think less of you. Clearly right now none of that was on your mind as your only goal seemed to be getting to his dick.

And, fuck he was not complaining. Hell no. Who the fuck was he to turn down road head especially after the shit the two of you had just gotten up to.

When one of the guys joked about going to a strip club, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Had even offered to just take you home where he knew he’d end up texting them that something came up since he knew he’d be to busy trying to get balls deep in you.

You surprised him by saying, “I wanna go.” When you said you wanted to try new things you’d definitely meant it. If anything he was proud of the little deviant he’d turned you into.

You’d looked so cute watching them dance with those wide eyes. He was still close to you not helping as he paid attention to your reactions.

Had whispered in your ear for you to stop money in one of the girls thong. Chris laughed and almost forgot that the two of you were supposed to be a secret cuz he really wanted to fucking kiss you.

Besides the dancer seemed to take a liking to the two of you. Moving onto his lap first to sit on him. “You know you and your girlfriend are pretty cute,” she said. “You should come in the back for a dance.”

And he wasn’t even going to correct her that you weren’t technically his girlfriend cuz hell you may as well be. Which meant he wanted you to be okay with it. At the same time though you couldn’t just expect him to not react when a woman with a big ass like hers was moving all on him.

He motioned with his head for you to get up. Not even giving you a chance for a choice. You wanted to come to a strip club he’d show you what it was like. Why hold back.

As she moved over him you sat beside him all giggly. Chanel staring back at you with a smirk as she started grinding down on him. You watching as she twerked, biting your lip.

He still couldn’t stop watching you. Trying to see how far you were gonna let him go with this. Getting a little closer and looking up at him with big eyes. Fuck it. Didn’t matter that another girl was in his lap then you wouldn’t mind if he kissed you.

“How you feeling, Baby?” He asked.

“Good,” you squeaked out which made him chuckle. So fucking cute. And you were really letting him just ruin whatever innocence your parents tried to install in you.

As if you would go home to live without this. At this point he’d made you his little addict. Pushing you further and further with each encounter, but there was definitely something in particular about this month.

“Happy birthday, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear, kissing his earlobe making him shiver. How even when a stripper was giving him a lap dance the reaction he got from you was so much more intense.

“It’s your birthday?” Chanel gasped finally turning around. “Why didn’t you say so?” She asked, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders so she could sink down on him again this time straddling him. Tits all in his face as she sat like that.

Chris chuckled. “Yup that’s why we’re here,” he said. “My girl’s never done this before.”

“What!” She gasped again and pouted at you. “Awww. Oh my gosh maybe I need to be dancing on you.”

“Oh you should definitely give her a dance,” Chris said with a wink.

He could see you tense up almost worrying that he’d taken it too far but he still wanted to see what would happen. Chanel moving moved off of him to you relaxing as you started giggling when she moved towards you.

The dancer giggled back the two of you starting off on your own little conversation. She was clearly trying to make you feel more comfortable. “That’s my good girl,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “My girl is down for anything I tell her to be, huh?”

You nodded at him as Chanel put her knee between your legs as she gyrated along your thigh. “You two are so damn cute,” she cooed.

At some point she moved back to Chris and you’d gotten so worked up that you couldn’t help yourself as you started kissing his neck. Honestly if the two of you hadn’t gotten out of there when you did, he would have popped.

Hadn’t even bothered to go back to his friends, just texting one that the two of you were leaving. His hand in yours as you went to the car.

“You doing okay?” He asked before he could open up the door for you.

“Mhm,” you hummed back with a smile.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed again, seeming to be lost in your head.

Chris found himself really wanting to kiss you. Fuck after all that he was really pent up. You put your hands around his neck as he pushed against you. Wanting you to feel his hard on.

He was just happy you were kissing him back. Had worried about scaring you off. That was a lot for you all at once. He didn’t want to completely overwhelm you tonight.

“Are you having a good birthday?” You asked him

“Course I am,” he replied with a smile before pecking your lips again. “My naughty little girl letting me play with a stripper in front of her. What would your husband have to say about that?” He teased.

You always giggled whenever he did that and this time was no different. Smacking his shoulder and scoffing. “Probably have a heart attack,” you said.

“Do you think he’d call your dad like when he found your sex toys?” Chris laughed making you do the same. God, that had been so embarrassing.

By then you’d already told Chris your dilemma. How you wanted to explore. He’d of course taken it upon himself to fund your exploration. By now he’d had a lot of fun using them on you. Shame your ex saw them as competition and not teammates. Maybe he could have kept you around.

“Oh, definitely,” you replied. “Woulda snatched me up.”

“Yeah? Sucks for him cuz I’d have to snatch you back,” he said before kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth, nails clawing into his shoulder.

“Fuck, Chris,” you moaned into his mouth making him smirk.

Fuck he needed to get you home.

It was like you’d grown impatient during the car ride that it was taking so long to get there that you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Not like he didn’t know how needy you could get.

Hell if he’d known how you would end up reacting to having another woman twerking on him, he would have done it sooner. When you said you wanted to try new things, you’d fucking meant it, but damn he hadn’t been expecting it like this.

“What’d you think about Chanel?” He asked. Wanting to push things a step further. “You didn’t feel weird seeing me with her?”

“I mean… I dunno. I wouldn’t call it weird…”

“Yeah?” He asked. “What would you call it? Did you like it?” You bit your lip. Getting all shy on him. Except that wasn’t good enough for him. How was this supposed to work if you weren’t going to talk to him. “Ah, ah. You know better. I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

You nodded. “I mean… yeah I guess I did.”

“What about when she was all over you? Did you like that too.” You bit your lip again and he had to glance over at you when you once again hesitated on your answer.

You caught yourself before he could say anything. Good girl. “I mean… yeah… it was fun.”

“Oh, come on. I saw you moaning and shit. You don’t have to act all shy. I know you liked it.” He glanced back over at you quickly. Happy as hell you two were almost home. “In fact, I gotta say I’m pretty proud of you for how you handled yourself tonight.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “You know, when you told me you wanted to try something’s out I wasn’t expecting you to go this far.”

“I wasn’t either,” you replied. “But you’re right it did feel good.”

“That’s my girl,” he said. “You know you can always tell me anything.”

“I know, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Always, Baby,” he said, grabbing your hand so he could place a kiss to it. He liked that he could push you. Made him wonder what else he could push you to do.

By the time you got home he was already trying to put his hands on you. Kissing you against after he helped you out of the car even though normally you tried to be discrete about your relationship just in case one of the neighbors saw.

As far as everyone knows you were literally just friends. No way Chris would take advantage of a sweet innocent girl like you. If only they fucking knew.

And you didn’t seem to care this time. Letting him grab all on you. Cuz you knew better than to tell him to stop. Fuck all he could think about was getting inside of you.

As soon as you got in the house, Dodger was at your feet. Stopping whatever action as he greeted the two of you. Then whimpering for Chris to take him out. You giggled before pecking his lips again as he groaned.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you told him as you started to walk away from him.

There wasn’t much he could do to rush Dodger. Not that he didn’t try. Goddamn you were really upstairs. Naked in his shower and he was outside making sure his dog used the bathroom. Fucking great.

“Come on, Bubba,” he said finally getting him back inside. Ready to sprint upstairs to you.

He could see you behind the foggy glass still washing up. He just wanted to fuck you so bad right now. To feel you against him. That pussy wrapped around him. Couldn’t get undressed fast enough.

You jumped as he wrapped his arms around your soft body. Curves glistening with water. Damn you had really turned him into an addict, but it was like where the hell was he supposed to find another you. Someone so sweet and cute that would let him do what he’s about to do to you. Fuck yeah he was addicted.

As he opened up the door he stared at you as he caught you playing with your pussy. Eyes closed as you breathed heavily. Good you wanted this just as bad as him. Fingers working over your clit.

Funny a year ago the thought of you even touching yourself seemed like a step too far. Now you were doing it in his shower after what had just happened less than an hour ago.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered.

He needed to fucking have you. “Starting without me, Babe?” He asked, making you jump and open your eyes. You gasped as you looked up at him and he chuckled. “My poor baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then he pouted out his bottom lip before pulling you into his arms.

He leaned down to kiss you finally. His tongue caressing against yours. Grabbing onto that thick ass. Fuck he wanted you so bad.

“You get all nice and clean for me?” He asked, having pulled away. “Or did you get too distracted playing with my pussy?”

“I got distracted.”

“My little slut. Couldn’t keep her hands to herself.”

Chris remembered the first time you asked him to call you names. He wasn’t sure how you would react but all you did was moan for him even louder and repeat it back. That’s when he first knew just how far gone he’d gotten you.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Baby? Had you moaning for me for a reason.”

“About you letting Chanel dance all over you in front of me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked. “That turn you on?”

You nodded. “Uh huh. She was all over you.”

“My naughty slut liked seeing another woman all over me.” He chuckled.

“It made me want you so bad.”

“I know, Baby. It made me want you too,” he said before pressing his lips to yours again.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to end up on you now. Picking up from where you’d left off. You crying out for him to fuck you. Needy as hell.

Turning around so you could rub your ass against him as he finger fucked you. “Please, Daddy,” you mewled.

“What is it?”

“I want your dick in me,” you moaned.

“I want you to finish up and go wait on the bed for me, okay?”

You pouted. “But-,”

“But, nothing. You fucking heard me,” he snapped and that was that. You finished washing up and went to finish getting ready for bed. You didn’t want to spend the rest of the night getting punished so you better do what he tells you.

As bad as he just wanted to fuck the shit out of you, he knew how you got when he made you wait. Pushing you and then denying you. Fuck he loved it.

Once again you were there touching yourself. The toy you kept over here in your hand. Greedy fucking slut couldn’t fucking wait.

“Did I tell you, you could use your fucking toy?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.

“No,” you squeaked as you didn’t remove that damn rose from your clit.

He climbed in next to you. Taking hold of the rose. “So horny you just can’t fucking control yourself, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you answered, biting your lip. “Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered. He started kissing your neck making you cry out. His lips quickly finding your nipples. “Oh my god,” you cried. “Fuck, please, fuck!”

He put the toy to the side when he finally couldn’t resist. Had been dying to eat you out for hours. Needed to taste you.

“Chris!” You gasped and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you. Had you gasping his name as he ate you out like he was starving.

“And you better not fucking cum yet,” he cooed.

He remembered the first time he’d made you cum. You hadn’t even know what the hell that meant. Figured he could show you better than he could tell you and wanted the honors of being the first one to do it for you.

Had gotten you all worked up until you squirted all over his sheets. Had gotten you all embarrassed about it too. Couldn’t believe your husband had never done this for you. Fucking worthless.

He was tempted to see if he could get you worked up like that again except he wanted to fuck you too bad. Didn’t even want to wait for you to suck his dick before finally pushing into you. Cuz this was the first time he was going to feel you for real.

“Chris!” You sobbed as you wrapped your legs around him. “Yes!” You dug your fingernails into his back. Crying out for him in his ear. “Please. Oh, god. I need it. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop,” he groaned, grabbing your hands to push them above your head. Pumping his cock in and out of you. “Fucking slut needed my dick bad, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered, lolling your head back. Fuck he felt so good so deep inside of you. Your ex had never been able to do shit like this to you.

It was funny how easy Chris brought the freak out in you. Had definitely gotten you to this point you don’t think any other man could have ever brought out.

Porn didn’t do what he did to you any justice. You hadn’t been expecting for it to feel like this. Didn’t seem real that something everyone had told you was so bad felt so good, but never this good.

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered as he hit those bundle of nerves. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? I didn’t put a condom on this time, Baby,” he finally told you. “Gonna see what happens if I stuff you with my cum.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“See if I can put my baby in you,” he grunted. “Don’t you wanna know?”

“But, Eddie-,” you were saying.

“Don’t you fucking say his name when my dick is inside of you,” he said, putting his hand around your neck. “I don’t give a fuck what he couldn’t do.”

And he meant every word of that. Only rocking his hips deeper into you. Feeling as you tightened up around him when he grabbed your throat. Eyes getting all blurry and teary.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“That’s right, Baby. You should be. You should fucking know better by now. I think you like saying dumb shit sometimes.”

You let out such an embarrassing moan and he let out a chuckle through his deep breathing. God he loved seeing how worked up you got from being shamed like that.

“Just cuz he couldn’t fuck a baby into you, doesn’t mean I won’t,” Chris said into your ear wanting to keep it going. “Chanel already thought you were my girlfriend. Might as well make you my girl for real, huh?”

You let out another moan with your face all screwed up. Goddamn he was getting you close. “Okay.”

“That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed. “You’re gonna let me fuck my baby into you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Fuck you’re gonna make me- ah!” You cried as you came. Finally getting the release you’d been needing.

“That’s a good girl,” he said before pulling out so he could turn you over. Making sure your ass was in the air. What can he say, he loved manhandling you.

Pushing your cheeks to the side so he could see the wetness from your pussy dripping down to his sheets. He needed to play with it again. Putting his thumb against your slit so he could rub up and down before going to your clit.

“Yeah you want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?” He said. “I bet you’ve been waiting for it. And your pathetic ass would do anything I wanted you to do, huh?”

Another embarrassing ass moan as you shuddered, as he pushed his pointer and middle fingers into you.

“Oh my god,” you cried into the pillow.

He doesn’t know what the fuck it was but all he knew was that he was mesmerized. Couldn’t help himself. Wanting to eat your pussy from the back. You jumped before moving your hips trying to get situated against his face.

God he was obsessed with the way you tasted. Could make a feast out of it. At this point he was so far he was ready to get as nasty as possible trying something he’d never tried before.

You gasped when his tongue touched your puckered hole. “Chris!” As if there was going to stop him. He moaned at the taste. Definitely not about to stop.

Chest heaving as thick moans fell from your lips. You were pretty sure he was trying to torture you.

Chris grabbed your toy again. Turning it back on so he could put it against your clit again. Listening to you scream out.

Finally he stopped just wanting to be inside of you again. It was like you brought out the fucking animal in him. That’s why he just needed to fucking breed you already.

Slamming into you and flexing his hips cuz he just really wanted you to feel it. Putting his hands on either side of your hips so he could dig his nails in.

“See what you fucking do to me?” He asked with a groan. “That’s why I can’t let you go. Gonna keep you under me. You want that too?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Fuck. Please. I want you so bad. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again.”

“That’s it, Baby. I want you to cum for me. Want you to keep cumming on my dick.”

Eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words. Couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you ended up collapsing against the pillows. Chris going with it so he could lay on top of you. Riding your ass as deep as he could as you sobbed.

“Gonna make me a daddy for my birthday, huh?” He asked into your ear.

Why did he have to talk to you like that. Did he have no mercy?

“Fuckin’ answer me,” he said. That Boston accent coming out into your ear. Making you shiver and moan.

“Yes,” you cried.

“Good, Baby. Cuz I’m gonna cum so deep in you.” He groaned. Feeling it creep up in his balls. Knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to.

“Please,” you moaned.

“And it’s okay if you don’t get pregnant from this time. We’ll just try again and again and again.”

For some reason that was what did. To be honest if it didn’t happen this time he’d be shocked because he found himself shoving in all the way to the hilt so he could cum against your cervix. Just like fucking instinct. Goddamn he doesn’t think he’d ever had an orgasm that intense before.

You laid down with a whimper with him collapsing on top of you. Dick softening before falling out of you.

Scooping you up like he always did so you had to lay all up against him. Really you’d been his girl for a minute. It was about time he officially claimed you.

Especially six weeks later, when the two of you got to see the look on everyone’s faces when you’d pulled up to announce that you were expecting.

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mrsfrankadler · 2 months

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Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

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stargirlfics · 1 year

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The Wolf’s Den

Chris Evans x Black Reader

Summary: Chris throws a Halloween party and his costume leaves you wanting to wrap up the festivities early to have him all to yourself

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, smut: chasing kink, mask kink, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, a splash of size kink and a throat creampie finish

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: Writing this was so fun and also very hard not to turn the idea I had into a whole werewolf!chris monsterfucker fic lmao but that’s also definitely something I have plans to write about! I hope this is a sexy read! Let me know what you think!

Anticipation filled your chest and made your heart flutter as you wound your way through the halls, hoping you’d somehow stumble and fall into Chris’ lap, your thoughts tonight very much occupied by him and his choice of Halloween costume.

It was exciting how well your costumes paired side by side.

His, a big and handsome werewolf.

Yours, a bewitching little woodland fairy.

There was just something special and especially sexy about the two of you standing next to each other in all the fun pictures your friends and guests had taken with you tonight.

Your favorite had been one where he’d thrown you across his shoulders as if he’d captured a prize and was proudly showing off the treasure, also seemingly ready to whisk you away to have you all to himself.

How you wished that could be the case…but the night was still early, the party still going.

It didn’t, however, mean you couldn’t let your eyes and thoughts wander to him as you talked with your friends. You caught a glimpse of him across the room, engaged in conversation, your gaze lingering when he took a long swig from the beer bottle in his hand.

The red flannel and white tank he had on hugged his torso a little too well while the slash marks and fake blood splattered across the fabric did nothing to help your increasingly dirty thoughts.

A pity he had taken off the werewolf mask and clawed gloves that completed the look but he still looked the part. Something about the way he was carrying himself tonight made him look bigger, broader, more intimidating. The exposed forearms and sharp claws did you in and he knew it.

Your gaze and distracted thoughts were pulled elsewhere as you focused back in on the moment and company around you, unaware of his eyes on you now that you were looking away, stealing a private moment to soak in your look for himself.

He was obsessed with the ornate wings of your costume, how the shimmer on them matched the light dusting of glitter illuminating your brown skin, the earthy color and ‘Tinkerbell’ style of your dress making his jeans tight.

If he didn’t know you any better he’d have thought you were ignoring him but he knew your distance was more out of restraint than avoidance, that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if you got too close.

And it’s not like you were making it easy for him either, twirling around and swaying those beautiful hips of yours to the music playing throughout the house.

Chris had half a mind to discreetly sneak you away to your shared room and fuck you into the bed good and quick before people noticed you were gone for too long, but the idea of seeing how long his little fairy could stick it out was a far better option, making a deal with himself to reward you if you managed to keep up your patience till the party was over.

For now, the sultry and wanting glances would have to suffice.

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A few hours later, finally the last of the guests had cleared out, the house now empty, your heartbeat kicking up at the low wolf whistle that came the second the front door was closed.

Taking your time, you slowly turned to face him, breath hitching in your throat at the way he was leaning against a nearby wall, a dark and hungry look in his eyes.

“I’m surprised you held out the entire night,” Chris chuckled and raked his eyes over your frame, a teasing pout forming on your face in response.

God, you were just so adorable and impossibly alluring, he was sure you didn’t truly know how much you affected him. Didn’t know how badly he wanted to ruin you at all hours of the day.

“Me either. Was I right in thinking I’d get a reward if I did?” you inched forward, closing some distance between you.

You were behaving yourself yes but didn’t pass up the opportunity to bat your lashes cutely, hoping to entice him just a bit more.

“You were. I’ll even give you a few seconds head start,” he smiled and revealed the wolf mask he’d been holding behind his back.

Tension, thick and sticky, your body restless as you decipher what he’s saying, as you watch him fit the mask over his head.

A surprised and thrilled little gasp left your lips at the realization. He was going to chase you.

It was something you’d mentioned you might have had a thing for weeks ago, in passing, when he caught you smiling at the book you were reading and asked what had made you so giddy.

The erotica had been much like what was beginning to unfold between you both now, a big bad wolf chasing down a beautiful maiden to have his way with, something you hadn’t realized would turn you on so much, something you hadn’t realized Chris would remember either.

He was indulging a fantasy of yours and if you weren’t turned on before you certainly were now.

Careful steps were made past him, your wings colliding with the doorway, jolting you a little, making you stumble as you distractedly glanced at him.

You couldn’t see his face anymore but knew he was smiling, “Oh you’re so cute. You have ten seconds, baby.”

The tone of his voice had dropped, a deeper rasp to it like there was when he was tired, the playful yet perfectly serious edge to his words finally getting your body to move.

Most of the lights in the house had been dimmed, setting the mood perfectly as you tiptoed through the rooms, hiding behind furniture or ducking down to the floor when you heard the sound of his footsteps come near.

Your heart raced, heat pooling in your core at the way Chris called out to you,

“Come on out, my little fairy!”

“You know I’m going to find you, sweetheart. Don’t be scared…”

The kitchen was the last place you hadn’t been, making the decision to try and make it to the bedroom, everything going eerily silent as you padded your way to the kitchen island, trying to decide if you should hide behind it for a moment or keep moving when a pair of arms snatched at your waist.

“There she is.” Chris laughed as you yelped in shock, squirming and giggling as he lifted you up and over his shoulder, strong arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place.

Part of you had hoped you would be able to outsmart him here but the more less inhibited and incredibly needy part of you was glad to be caught, your desires taking full control now.

Your squirming ceased as he carried you to the bed, laying you down against the plush comforter, letting you watch as he slid the mask and gloves off, and then the flannel, leaving him only in the ripped tank top underneath.

It may have been biased but you had to admit your handiwork with the red food coloring earlier today to create the blood splatters across the white fabric was very convincing, your thighs clenching the longer you stared.

The peek of his tattoos, the toned definition of his shoulders and forearms, how goddamn broad he looked standing at his full height above you…you wanted to feel, touch, have all that pressed against you, pinning you to the bed, giving you no other option but take what he wanted to give you.

“Please, I want you so bad,” you whined at the lack of his hands on your body.

“Aww I bet you do. Bet you’re soaked for me by now, aren’t you? How do we ask for what we want?” his jaw clenched as he watched you spread out for him, knees rising and parting just slightly as you lay on your back.

“Please, daddy can you touch me? Want you to touch me…” you whine again, not resisting the effect his words have on you any longer, unabashedly calling him the title your heart raced at the sound of.

“There we go, of course I can, baby. Been wantin this all night too.”

Your form hugging dress had bunched up around your thighs, giving Chris the slightest peek of the matching lace underneath, darkened with an unmistakable wet spot just as he thought there would be.

He didn’t waste any time in teasing, there had been plenty of that already, his hands warm and firm as they caressed up your calves, and then your thighs, fingers giving you the slightest pinch before spreading them wide. Thick fingers caught the edge of the lace seam and tugged, moving the fabric to the side to display your aching and slick pussy.

“Oh you really needed this, huh,” he hummed proudly at your whimpers and the needy motion of your hips as he explored the slick mess before him, two fingers rubbing your clit in small circles and then moving down to tease at your entrance before repeating the motion.

Watching your body unravel and move with the pace his hand had set was mesmerizing, and the fact that you still had the fairy wings on made it even better.

“Mhm, f-feels so good, daddy.”

You had been watching what his hands were doing just as he was, the two of you practically in sync as your eyes connected, Chris cursing under his breath as he moved to kiss you, his fingers still rubbing.

The heated kiss turned even more ravenous when your hands lifted from the bed to grip his arms, moaning at how you could feel the muscles working to make you feel good, all of it coming to a peak when he parted from your lips only to move down, to replace his fingers with his mouth, because you were dripping across his fingers and he couldn’t be asked to resist a taste of you.

Not a chance.

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It was effortless, the way his tongue moved against your core, the ease to which he lapped at your clit just right a sign of how often he did this, how much he enjoyed it too, how much or how little he’d learned to give you.

Your hands had tugged at his hair, scratched at his biceps and pulled at the sheets from how he’d buried his face in your pussy, bringing you closer and closer with ease, till you couldn’t deny the steep descent any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, a tremble settling in your thighs as you concentrated on the feeling, keening at the encouraging hum and look Chris gave you, the eye contact and tightened grip on your thighs sending you over the edge with a strangled cry.

“That’s my girl! You look so fuckin pretty when you do that,” came the shower of praise as you rode out your high, the sensation prolonged by his fingers resuming their earlier endeavors, not giving you any choice but to feel as much pleasure as possible.

The little gasp of laughter and the hazy content smile you gave him had him throbbing even more, unable to get over how lucky he was to have you.

You watched as he got rid of the rest of his outfit, pleased with his look of approval that you kept yours on and with the way you’d moved to lay on your tummy, dress bunched up around your middle and your ass tilted high in the air, hips circling just slightly to entice him and those goddamn fairy wings making you look ethereal.

“Please, fill me up, oh-!” your wanton words quickly turned to the prettiest of groans as Chris slicked himself up and nudged his way inside you slow and careful, giving you time to adjust, knowing you’d need a moment to get used to the stretch because no matter how often you fucked, he was still big, still heavy and thick and you were already a sensitive little mess.

“Mm, I gotcha, baby. Promise I’ll fill you up all the way,” he growled out lowly against your ear, his hands find their home on your waist, one gripping your hip and the other fisting the fabric of your dress, aiming to use it as leverage to fuck you back onto him when you were ready.

You let yourself melt into his hands, knowing he’d take good care of you as you just relaxed and focused on feeling good, needy moans slipping from your throat and growing louder as your body yielded to his slow thrusts.

His hips grew less careful the more you could take, setting a steady pace, fucking you deep with every stroke, moving more on instinct now, knowing and following what felt good for you, his own groans mixing with yours at how snug you felt.

The sound of his hips meeting your ass and the wet gush of your pussy with every thrust had you reeling, your face turned to the side, tucked against the bed as you gazed at him, the visual and auditory stimulation making your brain fuzzy.

“Come on, little fairy, know you wanna cum again,” Chris smiled down at you, his grip on your dress forcing your body back in time with his strokes, your muscles burning and tense from the effort, from the building tension in your tummy. “Go ahead, do it, give it to daddy.”

You were so close it nearly had you in tears, his final words toppling you over that edge hard, pleasure flooding your senses, your fingers curling around the sheets, giving yourself something to hang onto as you creamed on his dick.

His name was gasped almost in chant as you fluttered and pulsed around him, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, the sight of you making him approach his own orgasm steadily, and you could tell, judging by the sweat covering his chest and the clench of his jaw.

“Want you to cum too, daddy. Wanna taste you too, want you to make me take it down my throat, please, please,” you begged, the heady waves of pleasure still rocking your body making you bold with your words.

The image alone almost had him there, his brain taking a second to fully process your words, the muscles in his thighs tensing at how turned on it made him, you always got so dirty for him and he couldn’t get enough.

A few more purposeful thrusts and he was there, cursing loudly as you scrambled up to sit on your knees, your eyes big and doe-like as you opened your mouth to wrap around his tip, your tongue stroking the underside of him as you inched your way down further.

“Such a good girl, there you go. Gonna fill up that cute little throat,” Chris grit out, completely done in by the sight of you so beautiful and fucked out on the bed, your wings now sat lopsided, the glitter on your cheeks mixing with the stray tear or two that had spilled from how deep you’d taken him.

His length pulsed against the walls of your throat as he came with a groan, your eyes rolling back as you swallowed him down, taking every last bit before you pulled off him with a satisfied smile.

It took both of you several minutes to slow your breathing down, collapsing on top of one another, bodies slick and warm but unwilling to part from each other despite it.

Chris ran his fingers soothingly across your thigh, peppering kisses to your forehead, more praise whispered low solely for your ears to hear.

Your eyes met once again, the hungry look of his still mirroring yours and if that was any indication, you knew for sure another round would be had in the shower later that night.

A very happy Halloween it had turned out to be!

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A/N: I can’t be held responsible for the nasty things this man makes me write lol

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