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The Damaged 1/2 (Johnny Storm x reader)

Summary: Y/N and Johnny were dating in college and he broke things off even when he didn't want to. He thought he was moving too fast with you and it turns out you were the person he was meant to be with. Four years later and everything has changed. Almost everything.

Notes: GIF is not mine, angst, mentions of suicide attempts, mentions of depression, dark themes (if any of these trigger you, please do not read. take care of yourselves.)

"There we go, sweetheart." Johnny whispers into your ear as he strums your clit with his fingers. Your legs were dangling from his shoulders and his face was buried into your neck as he thrusts in deep but slow. He slows his hips, earning a whine in protest for you. Which he soon muffles by recking your pussy with hard thrusts.

It was almost like he was moving to a song in his head and made you see stars. He rubs your clit faster than his hips were moving and a loud wail leaves your lips.

"That's it, let go for me. Cum all over my dick," you moan at his words and inhale sharply when you finally reach your peak.

In a few thrusts he cums and pulls out of you slowly. He moved to leave the bed but turns around to plant a warm kiss that you both hum into. "Hmm, I'm really going to miss this." He pulls away from the bed of his own dorm room and tosses the condom in the trash bin.

He pulls on his boxers and joggers when you ask, "What do you mean 'miss'?" You cover yourself with the bed sheets and sit up against the wall. "What happened?" You add. "Nothing happened, Y/N. It's just.. I found someone more interesting. You know, more substance."

"You... cheated on me?" "Not technically, I mean, we didn't do anything yet. I have enough respect for you to do that." "But you were seeing her while we were still together." "We weren't technically together either," "I don't understand. I.. when I asked you if you wanted to make these official, you said sure."

"Right, well. There's something called post nut clarity and-" he pulls on his tank top and advances towards you.

"Oh my God," you run you fingers through your hair. How could you have been so stupid to fall for a playboy? You ask yourself. "I'll give you sometime to process. I'll be back in an hour with her so I suggest you move everything out by then."

"Just so you know, you're perfect. Everything about you is perfect and it has nothing to do with you. It's just.. we're twenty one years old, we still have a life to live. And we're too young to be settling down." He explains, sitting down next to you on the bed. You were done talking for the day.

You wiped away a tear before it could hit your cheek and you avoid his gaze. You hated that you were crying in front of him. "I'll be out before then," you mumble so he would leave the room. He nods and brushes a few stray hairs from your face. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to kiss you forever.

He felt comfortable with you and he hasn't felt comfortable with anyone. But he'll never forgive himself if he misses out on a grand opportunity by choosing to settle down with you. It's college. Nothing is set in stone. He hesitantly leaves the room and you slide to the edge of the bed.

Tears blur your vision and you push your hair away from your face harshly. "Damn it," you scold as you pull on your underwear while in search for your bra. Your walls were starting to crumble but you wanted to at least get out of his room before you break down.

Shaky breathes leave your lips while you tried to hold back your tears. Johnny was still on the other side of the door, listening to your struggling to find your clothes. He silently cursed himself. He ruined a really good thing but maybe it was for the best. You deserved someone better than him anyway.

You finally find all of your clothes and you clear out your drawer you had in his dresser and his bathroom. You looked at your reflection in the mirror and hated what you saw. Your eyes and nose were red from irritation. "You'll be okay, Y/N." You tried to encourage yourself but it was useless.

Johnny hears you scramble to pack things away near the door and took it his cue to leave. He hid behind a wall and watches as you opened the door with your duffle bag hanging from your shoulder. You used a clip to bring your hair up and held a tight grip on your keys.

You practically run out of his dorm building and into the parking garage. Without a second thought, you pull out drive to the only place you feel safe: home. You didn't care if it was a 2 hour drive.

"Y/N? What's wrong honey? You've been crying." Your mom says when she opens the door to see you on her door step.

"He lied, he never cared about me. He was just using me until he found someone else." You croak, walking into her arms.

The pain you felt was unimaginable and it took more of a toll on you than you cared to admit. Many nights you cried yourself to sleep or screamed yourself awake with nightmares.

You dropped out of school. Your parents went to your dorm to get your stuff and Johnny was walking back from the gym when he saw their car. He was going to go into the building to say hi but he realized that you probably told them everything and they hated his guts.

Little did your parents know that you were rummaging through their medicine cabinet to find a full bottle of meds. You stared down at the bottles in your hands with blurred vision from your tears.

"Y/N no," you heard a voice say in your head. "I'll never be enough for people. They'll always choose someone else instead of me." You croak.

"It'll be quick, painless." You tell yourself with a nod. You stare at yourself in the mirror once again. The fresh cut across your eye was from the freak accident when you tried to give yourself a buzz cut. It was going to be an ugly scar that you would spend every day covering with make up.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

You think about that day- that time in your life- more times that you can admit. It makes you grateful for where you came from. The doctors say it's a miracle that you survived that long.

You barely had a heart beat. Your mother thinks that it was your heart fighting with your mind to survive. And my mind won. You were sent to a mental health hospital for six months after that incident.

Four years later, you earned your bachelor's degree in Journalism and was practically a sho in for the biggest newspaper in New York: the New York Times. "Y/N will be gaining the intel for the Space Shuttle hosted by Victor Von Doom." "What? She's just started. Are you sure she can handle such a big headline?"

"She's right here, and yes I am. I fought just as hard to get here, Wyatt. Not all of us are trust fund play boys." You snap. "She can obviously hold her own. Moving on to the entertainment.."

She continued to assign other journalist their beat topic while I scroll through the essential scientists and pilots. Your heart raced in your chest when you saw Johnny Storm under primary pilot.

Oh God. "Is there a problem, Y/N?" Your editor-in-chief asks. You look around to notice that everyone else had already left the room except you. "Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about the questions to ask." "You'll ace this. Don't let the pressure get to you." She consoles. "I won't,"

"Wait Y/N is the reporter that's coming with us?" Johnny asks, trailing after Sue. "Yes," "Wh- did she ask to be apart of it?" "I don't know Johnny. Probably not. Education is her beat and its a big article. She probably doesn't even know you're apart of it." "But what if she does. She's still hates me because of what I did."

"It's been four years, Johnny. I hardly think she's still thinking about you." "Isn't that what you said about Reed?" "Watch it," "I'm just saying, some relationships are harder to let go than others..." Johnny says and Sue turns around to face him.

"Oh my God, you loved her." Sue says in disbelief. "I thought I would never see the day." She adds. "Great. I'm glad you're getting a kick out of this, Sue."

"Right, sorry. I just.. just don't anything to provoke her and everything will be fine. Don't bring up what happened. Focus on the interview." She suggests.

"Ms. Y/L/N, right this way." Victor greets and Johnny looks at Sue with wide eyes. "Focus," Sue reprimands. "Y/N, hi! I'm Sue Storm, one of the scientists behind this event. This is my brother, Johnny Storm, the primary pilot." Johnny takes some time to take you in.

You look completely different than the last time he saw you. He noticed the scar on your right eye and you tattoo peeking out from your rolled sleeves. You wear a black button up, high waisted beige dress pants and black heels. Your hair is cut into a layer bob that is a few inches passed your chin.

You have two messenger bags, one for you notes and laptop and the other for your camera and photographs. "Nice to meet you all. Where is Mister Richards and Mister Grimm?"

"Oh they are getting changed. Speaking of getting changed, I recommend you change into your suit because we hit the air."

"I wasn't aware I had to wear a suit," "It's just to track your vitals and regulate your body temperature. It's better to be safe than sorry." Sue explains. "Of course, I understand." "Johnny can show you the dress room," Sue adds, shoving Johnny forward.

"Right, follow me." Johnny instructs after a long pause. You follow him to the women's dressing room and you scratch at the band of your messenger bag, something you did when you were nervous. The entire walk there was silent and tenious.

He would look away when you would look at him and vice versa. You finally arrive at the dressing room and he stuffs his hands in his pockets. "You look.. different. You look good." he compliments, lingering outside of the dressing room.

"Uh, thank you..." you trail off. You take a deep breath and had full intentions on keeping things professional, not whatever this was. "Right, so I was going to interview Victor first, then Sue, you, Ben and Reed. In that order."

"Okay," he opens his mouth again to say something but stops himself. He spins on his heel and strolls back to the room where you left. Well, it could have been worse, you think to yourself.

You wore the suit underneath your casual clothes but every movement felt heavy because of the extra clothes. The interviews were throuogh and lasted about seven minutes each, except for Johnny of course. You knew that it would be challenging to stay professional with Johnny expecially since he is known for being anything but.

He leans his feet on the table next to your notepad and tucks his arms behind his head as he watched you flip to a new page of your notepad. At least he's getting more comfortable about your prescence.

You don't know whether that was good or a bad thing. You ask your first question while looking down at your notepad, waiting for an answer. When you don't hear one, you look up with a furrowed brow. "Is everything alright?" you ask.

"Did you know that I was going to be on this mission? Is that why you took it?" he asks abruptly. You set your pen down and link your hands together.

You take a deep breath before saying, "Believe it or not, Mister Storm, the entire world does not revolve around you." "Mister Storm? Ouch." "I'm going to move onto the next ques-"

"What happened to your eye?" "Mister Storm, if you're not going to answer my questions then I will move onto B-" "Who did your hair? Your mom? It looks good." he interupts again.

You scoff at his childish actions. You couldn't believe that you were ever involved with this man child. Nipping at your bottom lip angrily, you stand from your place at the table.

"We're done here," you begin to pack up your things but his warm hands stop you. You pull away from him instantly. "Mister Storm," you start. "My name is Johnny," "Despite how you view me, I actually care about formalities."

His body sinks at your words and he looks to the side, clenching his jaw with anger. "If I told you that I regret everything, would you believe me?" "No, I wouldn't. Because that's just something you tell yourself so you can feel like less of an asshole about what you did."

"I really thought that after all these years, you could at least try to be professional about things. But I guess I was wrong." you add with a scoff.

"I.. I'm sorry," his blue eyes shining with softness. "You're only sorry because you realized how much of a catch you really lost. We're done here, Mister Storm." "Take off is in t minus 10 minutes, please take your place in your seats," a woman announces over the intercom.

"Y/N," he starts. "If you don't have anything to say about the interview or about the mission, then don't talk to me, Johnny. And that's the last time I'll call you by that name."

With that, you tuck your belongings into the messenger bag and leave the room. You gather plenty of information between all of the interviews but you spent a great deal taking front page worthy pictures.

Johnny would steal glances in your direction while you were busy looking at your photos on the camera. "Looking at her won't fix anything you know," Ben tells Johnny. "Just focus on replacing those flowers, alright." Johnny grumbles.

You took pictures of Johnny teasing Ben, Sue and Reed conversing and single shots of Victor. You were in the middle of taking a picture of the Earth an obscure angle when sirens started to go off and the hall was illuminating red lights.

"Oh God," you hear Reed say. "Please don't say that, what's happening?" "There's a storm heading straight towards us." "Oh my God, a-are we safe in here or what? How do you protect ourselves from the radiation?" you ask but he was too busy analyzing the traits of the storm.

You shriek when you felt the ship shaking from a forceful impact. The next thing you knew, you were pulled into someone's embrace and fell to the floor with them ontop of you. Your head smacks against the hard tile of the floor and everything faded away into darkness.

Keeping your eyes closed, you flip from your stomach to your side with a deep sigh. Your temples were throbbing to the point of skull spliting pain. The sharp pain travels to your eyes and distracts you from realizing that you heard a swarm of voices arounf you.

"Guys, I think she's waking up." Reed says. You wince at the intensity of the pain and press a shaky hand on your forehead. "Does anybody have an Tylenol," you croak.

"Y/N, open your eyes for me, please." Reed instructs. Your eyes slowly peel open but soon close when you see a bright light invading your eyes. A muffled gasp echoes throughout the room.

"The light hurts my eyes. I'm having a migraine." Their voices were fading in and out like someone was clamping and removing their hands from your ears. "My head hurts," you say and everyone went quiet. "Sue, get the doctor," Reed says. "A doctor? Why? What's happening?"

"Guys, stop it. You're freaking her out," Johnny mediates. You notice a significant change in lighting through the crack of your eye lids. "Can you open your eyes again? I turned the light off," Reed says and you comply.

Everything looks blurry, you could barely make out who was in front of you. "What can you see?" Reed asks. "Not much, everything is blurry." you answer, whining from the pounding of your migraine.

"Y/N, I hate to say this, but you're not having a migraine. You're having a symptom of the storm that hit us a few days ago. It somehow altered our DNA and-" "Wait a minute, you said ' a few days ago'? What day is it?"

"It's November 16th," "Oh my God, my deadline is today," you say turning to the side of what looks like bedside. You swing one leg over the edge of the bed one leg at a time. "Whoa, whoa. Take it easy." Johnny starts.

"Doctor, in here." Sue says and the doctor follows Sue into your room. "Can you check her vitals and give her some pain killers for the time? She says she has a migraine. "Oh of course I- Oh God," you hear a thump soon after. "Well he was usless," Johnny starts.

"I have to go," you start. "You can't go anywhere, Y/N. You can't see." Johnny explains. You could tell by the magnitude of his voice that he was in front of you. "All I need to do is call my parents and use voice typing for my article." "How are you going to use your notes if you can't see?"

"I'll figure something out," you stand from the bed and he gently pushes you back down. "What the hell, Johnny?" You snap. "It's not safe," you stand from the bed and shove him backwards. As soon as you touched him, the searing pain went away. A series of images made its way into your vision.

There was something familiar about the images. Your heart sank when you realized that they were your memories. Then another set of images showed side by side. They were Johnny's memories for that day. And the images just as fast as they came. Your eyes to focus on your surroundings and you sigh softly.

"Johnny! What did you do to him?!" Sue says, kneeling by Johnny's side. Your eyes fell to Johnny's body sitting up against the wall with his eyes glowing an opal white for a moment before it slowly fades away.

He must have saw the memories you were seeing. "Johnny?" Sue says and his gaze settles on you. He saw them. He stands from the floor and you step away from him.

"It doesn't matter, okay? I can see better so I can focus on submitting my article and forget everything that happened here." You rush out of the room and Reed calls after you.

"Leave her be. She's gone." Johnny say, his voice flat as he processes everything he just saw. "We can't do that, she could do whatever she did to you, to someone else." Sue explains.

"She didn't hurt me, she just showed me her memories. I don't think her power can hurt anybody." Johnny explains. "What did you see?" Reed asks. Johnny looks at him for a moment before leaving the room himself.

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meredith-harper81 · 8 months

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Part Of Your World🫀

Prepping for the Oscars 🏆

Chapter 2:

Pairing: Chris Evans x Elyse Harper

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1k

‼️More Chapters are uploaded on Wattpad.. link in my bio :)‼️ Elyse Pov

I woke up startled, by a loud ringing.

"Jesus Christ," I open my eyes and adjust to the light coming into the room. I curse myself and remind myself to close the curtains next time I sleep as the sun is coming in hot. I come to my senses and realize my phone is ringing.

As I go to answer, I see it is Dakota, face timing.

"Why are you awake right now?" I say groaning while jumping out of bed and shutting the curtains and running back to the warmth of my bed....

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you... I just didn't make the flight yesterday. I'm still in the East Coast time zone," she says and her voice sounds sick.

"Dakota, don't tell me you're sick," I say with a bit of sadness in my voice.

" I'm sorry babe, the flu hit last week on set and I tried to avoid it but look at me now," she says as she coughs.

Now that I am fully awake. I take a good look at her, and she doesn't look too good.

"That's okay. Take care of yourself. Sebastian is attending and will just have to replace you this weekend...Thanks for that, by the way, I wink at her... Rest. I'll speak to you soon then". I tell her.

"Enjoy and don't stress Elyse and try to have a good time... break a leg and tell Chris I said Hi," she says before she hangs up and I roll my eyes at her.

I decided to stay in bed a little longer since today is supposed to be a relaxing day.

Today's to-do list is a workout and go to the hotel booked for tomorrow.

I eventually ended up falling back asleep.

Soon I wake up on my own accord and check the time. Only to see it's now 12:30 in the afternoon.

I get out of bed, wash my face, brush my teeth and make my way downstairs, and make myself something to eat.

As I'm eating some toast, my stomach starts to cramp badly. I think nothing of it and I get a quick workout in.

After I've showered and changed for the day, I head back downstairs and Maria hands me my protein shake and tells me to have a good day.

I get a phone call from Haley, she tells me I'm needed sooner at the hotel. I get in the car, pop a Tylenol and drive myself to the hotel with a raging headache and sore back.

"Great start to this weekend," I mumble to myself.

Chris Pov

I grab my NASA cap and put it on as we are preparing for landing. I thank the flight attendant and the pilot as I'm waiting for my ride to pull into the airstrip.

The flight attendant asks for a picture. I happily take one with him. I tell him to have a good day as a car pulls in. I sit in the back and dial Scott. I let him know I had landed safely and to let Ma know.

" Chris, do not screw this, and all the best man," He says as I roll my eyes and hang up.

I stare out the window and look to see we were approaching traffic.

I check on Google Maps and notice it's going to be a long drive home with all this traffic. LA Traffic sucks, I mumble to myself, now feeling annoyed.

I was hoping I would be able to spend more time in Boston after filming, but I guess after this will have to do.

Finally, after a long two hours, I make my way inside my house.

I go take a quick shower and put on some shorts and a red T-shirt.

As I do so I notice some of Willow's things are still in the closet. I debate about throwing them out.

I end up calling Megan and tell her I've arrived. I also tell her the Willow situation and she tells me she'll handle it by tomorrow if I leave my house keys under the mat.

Megan informs me Ilaria, my stylist, is coming over to drop off my suit for tomorrow. I hang up and she tells me she will see me tomorrow afternoon.

In the meantime, I give Mackie a call since he will also be in attendance tomorrow, asking him to pop by and we can hang out have some dinner.

Ilaria comes and drops off the suit and tells me what to do with my hair. Plus, she gives me some shoe options.

Mackie agrees and is on his way over as Ilaria leaves. She tells me she is exhausted and had a long day and tomorrow is an even longer day with her newer clients.

She wishes me all the best tomorrow and to call her if there is any problem.

It's now late and Mackie is coming over soon, so start to make dinner. A classic kale salad with some chopped chicken and rice.

I grab two plates and a 6 pack and head to the living room just in time as the bell rings.

I go to greet Mackie, I bring him over to the living room and we turn on a football game and discuss Marvel things and just catch up, and have a few beers.

" So... I hear you are presenting with Elyse Harper tomorrow?" He says as he takes a sip.

"You heard right, my man," I say as I blush a little.

We get to talking and I tell him how at first I didn't know who she was.

"Are you living under a rock, Chris... I mean come on dude, she's gorgeous... how have you not heard or seen her?" He questions.

I shake my head and laugh. "I don't know man, I guess I've been too busy with work, and with my ex," I say with a bit of sadness laced in my voice.

Mackie pats my back, "Well, you're meeting her super soon man," He tells me.I nod and smile.

"Do you think she's dating someone Mackie?... I mean have you seen her...," I say, blushing like a 5-year-old.

"Chris man, I have never seen you blush so hard when talking about someone, but I hate to toot your horn... but... she's never dated anyone... As far as the media knows... She's super private," Mackie says.

I give him a shocked look. " I don't know man maybe, she has never been spotted on TMZ or Dailymail, I guess you will have to wait till tomorrow to find out, and maybe meet Mr. Mystery Man," He says patting my shoulder. I give a small smile.

We finished the 6-pack and our dinner. Mackie helps me clean up and I walk him out. I lock up the house and get ready for bed... As I lie in bed, I smile and am actually excited to attend an event for the first time in ages.

Elyse Pov

I was sitting on the edge of a white hotel bed, staring out into the busy city below me. I so didn't want to be here today, but again I don't have a say in my career and everything is discussed without me... at least we aren't doing a vogue get ready with me tomorrow. Thank god!! I hate doing those.

Suddenly, Haley's cold finger brought me out of my thoughts.

"What's wrong, Elyse?" She asks me.

"Nothing, I'm fine," I tell her.

She tells me the nail tech lady is here to do my nails for tomorrow. Haley also handed me my script for the next day. She tells me good night and she'll see me in the morning.

I smile and greet the nail tech and sit in the chair. I look over my script and see the category and when I'm presenting and the timeline of the show, and thankfully I don't have to sit in the crowd...I am just presenting the 2015 best picture film with Chris.

I'm a little nervous to meet Chris. I've heard so many stories of him being a playboy, or him cheating on his ex. he seems so cocky, and rude being all Mr. America...but nobody knows if that's true... do they.

I always read something about him going back to his old ex-Minka... I remember meeting her at a shoot one time, and I cringed she was so self-centered... I try not to think too much about that, as I will be meeting him tomorrow, and can really know and judge him for myself. I take a deep breath and look back at my lines.

I practice my lines while I get my nails done. I look down and smile as the nail tech paints on this pretty nude color. I thank her after she is done.

I take a hot shower, and as I'm finishing up, I notice my stomach cramps again. I hope I don't start my period, but I already got it this month and I remind myself to make an appointment with an ob-gyn soon ...I didn't even bring anything with me if I do start my period..... I groan and go to bed, hoping this all ends soon.

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meredith-harper81 · 8 months

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Part Of Your World🫀

Welcome to Hollywood

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Elyse Harper

Word Count: 3k

📍April 2015

Elyse Pov

"DAMN!! Perfect, that's the one, Elyse," I hear Haley say.

I am too zoned out to even care what's going on.

"What is?" I say as she comes out of the other room walking towards me.

"Elyse the dress...It's the one, the perfect dress! I'll go tell Laura," Haley excitedly says, rushing off to go tell Laura, my stylist.

I'm standing in the fitting room, trying on dress after dress for the Oscars.

I had taken a red-eye flight from Miami to LA this morning. I have spent the past 48 hours in glam running the walkway for a Versace show, and now my body is starting to pick up on the exhaustion.

Once I wrapped the show...I headed to the airport to take part in this torture.

Two weeks ago, Haley informed me, that I would be co-presenting an Oscar, and I needed to get some fittings done. Not only are the Oscars two days away.

I also didn't listen to her earlier... I didn't want to do this, I've only been to the Oscars once and didn't enjoy myself... but without a choice, I have to do it again...

I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is in a ponytail. My eyes are bloodshot red. All I want right now is my bed and some sleep. I've been working non-stop this month and I'm craving a good night's rest in my own bed, not some shabby hotel room.

I'm wearing a gorgeous YSL gown. It's gold, with long sleeves and a V-neck.

I for the first time feel beautiful in a dress. I smile as Laura walks in and notes down some alterations that were needed.

I thank her, and she tells me she'll see me later, the day of the Oscars.

Soon enough after Haley helps me out of the dress she offers to drive me to the house.

As Haley is driving, I look out the window as we pass through traffic...

"Who am I presenting the award with?"

Haley's eyes pop out and she gives me this look as if I hit my head on a wall, or as if aliens appeared on the 101.

"Seriously Elyse, Chris Evans... You're Presenting with Chris Evans," she says all excited.

"Chris Evans as in Captain America?" I question as I roll my eyes.

"Yes! Elyse, Captain America, you'll be presenting the best picture movie this year," she says as she takes the exit towards my place.

"UGHHHH!!! Another hotshot," I groan loudly.

"Don't worry, it will be a quick in and out.. I promise you," Haley says, smiling.

"Yeah, right, once you spot Leo or someone, you'll forget all about me," I mumble under my breath, smiling back at her.

I am not looking forward to this weekend at all and I decided to text my best friend, Dakota Johnson.

I met Dakota through our dads... My dad was her dad's dentist and we would always have playdates, so we go far back.

I haven't seen Dakota in a while with her packed schedule.

She's flying back today from wrapping up a film.

I texted her to come over tomorrow and hang out, maybe catch up. It's been a while, and she can convenience me it won't be as bad.

I hope she is also attending and can help me with this misery.

...

Haley drops me off and tells me to rest.

"Yeah, yeah, Haley, I got it. Thanks," I say, rolling my eyes as I get out. Don't get me wrong but I like Haley but she can get on my nerves at times.

She smiles and waves as she pulls out of the driveway.

I grab my duffel bag and look at the house. I call my dungeon...

I hope it's not a full house and I can head to bed right away.

I open the front door and head inside and look around and it is too quiet after placing my bags on the steps of the stairs I walk around and look for Maria.

She's probably in the kitchen.

I sigh as I see a piece of paper on the entryway table. This can only mean one thing. I squeal on the inside.

Gothel and Scar are not home.

I pick up the note.

"Elyse, Tony, and I have gone on a little trip to the coast. Make sure you put your cheque in the box in our room. And we expect to see you on TV at the Oscars. DON'T MESS THIS UP!!! Don't expect us back so soon, also don't fuck this up, or you know what will happen".

I just stare at the note, expressionless at this point, but I'm glad Emily and Tony aren't here right now.

I'm used to them spending my coin, to go on trips and buy ridiculous things. I just need to get out of the stupid contract and end this.

After my parents passed, I really didn't have another choice as the word spread quickly through the news of my parents.

Elizabeth was my manager at the time and was quickly manipulated by my aunt and turned against me and the rest is history.

Emily and Tony started using me for my fame trapping me in deals and campaigns and would abuse or hurt me... I was just the puppet, and they had control of the strings.

They would place me in ads, movies, shows, or campaigns without consenting with me first, and call all the shots.

Emily and Tony seem to be really good at acting their love for me out of the house, for the most part. We seemed like a happy family on the outside but in reality, it was far from that.

I mean, the only people who work for me are Haley, my publicist and assistant, Laura, my stylist, and my manager, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth mostly stays in contact with Emily now. I rarely see her around the house or on a red carpet.

She's in charge of what job or modeling assignment... negotiating numbers more of behind-the-scenes stuff.

My team never beats an eye at Emily. In fact, they all call her Medusa. I mean, I see it. Hell if I try to avoid Emily as much as I can through my days.

This year things have been a little different and they are not at the house as often or I am away from work.

When I do see them, it is either to scold me or ask for the next pay cheque.

The only family figure I had was probably Maria.

Maria was our housekeeper. She looked after me. Maria is a sweet lady in her late 50s.

I can't even remember how old I was when Maria came to work for us. She slowly became aware of the abuse she tried to help me.

Eventually, she stopped and would do anything to help me or avoid something bad coming.

As I walk further into the living room Maria spots me.

"Elyse, come sit I made your favorite soup, mija," Maria says pulling me deep out of thought.

I smile and nod "Thank you, Maria," I say as I walk towards her and sit at the table.

As I finish my dinner. I let Maria know maybe Dakota will visit tomorrow morning.

...

I moan as I scrub some shampoo into my hair and give myself a little head massage.

I continue to clean my body.

The shower is probably one of the safest places where I feel.

It's like a warm hug to me, it reminds me of my mom's hug and how I used to feel safe.

I hum as I finish showering. I put my robe on and head to brush my teeth and hair out.

As I'm running my hands up and down my body rubbing lotion.

I graze under my left rib cage area. I have a long scar from when I was 13.

Tony whipped me with his belt since I didn't want to do this one bikini shoot. I was the only thirteen-year-old on set with older men and I was not comfortable.

It resulted in me needing to get some stitches... But leave it to Uncle Tony to pay off the doctor and stop the investigations. Money can truly buy everything.

I travel a little down to my right hip, where I touch the cigarette burn.

I have one on my right hip from Aunt Emily. I was told I was a toddler at the time when our families were close and I was playing around our play structure in the backyard.

Long story short Emily was not paying attention with her hands and burned my hip as she carried me inside, which was one of the reasons for why the family split.

I cringe at the thought that these scars are the only marks of "love" I have from my so-called family.

Nobody knows about these marks. I often think about how disgusting they are and maybe they define me.

I shake my head, trying to get these negative thoughts out.

I finish up and head to bed. As I'm lying in bed, I get a message. It's from Sebastian.

Sebby: Hey Ely :) How are you? I just got back from filming! I heard from Dakota you're attending the Oscars I'm excited to see you!!!

I smile as I read his message.

I met Sebastian way back when he was modeling.

We were both shooting a perfume campaign at the time, and he walked in on a break out between me and Tony about something stupid, about my scars, not covering up correcting for the shoot.

For only Seb to walk in with my eyes bloodshot and Tony yelling at me with broken glass every wear from the broken vase that was on the floor now.

When Sebastian saw the scars, I asked him to stay out of it and to promise me he wouldn't tell a single soul. Like- take it to his grave. He promised me but told me he's worried about me... He even helped cover my scars on the screen with his hand placements. And we've been good friends since then.

He keeps in touch, checking in from time to time.

Honestly, I wish it was Sebastian presenting with me and not Chris. I've never met the man, but he is always been in the media ever since becoming Cap.

Elyse: I'm doing better. The trolls are out of town so can't complain. I'm not looking forward to presenting, but you've lifted my mood now that I will see you in attendance!

Sebby: I'm glad to hear that! Don't worry Elyse, Chris is amazing at his job, Don't listen to the Hollywood gossip. He's much better than that. Try not to stress too much!! I'll see you on the red carpet. Goodnight.

Elyse: See you soon. Goodnight Seb!

I put my phone down and stare at the ceiling daydreaming about how I crave a different life than this. I've always been a reserved person. I don't like a lot of physical contact scared it will only hurt me more. I'm scared of getting hurt. I've built a wall around me.

I often think about if this is my forever life. I'm happy when I'm not here in LA and filming, or away on a shoot. Where I can play a different character and turn this all off. Get away from this hellhole called my "home".

I wonder if I'll ever be capable of loving someone who loves me back

From a young age, I was never allowed to date or be spotted with anyone in the media...Anytime a reporter would ask a question about my love life my team would shut it down immediately so I get it... I must be a freak or people threw themselves at me for my looks. I wonder if there is someone out there to love and accept me for who I am, and not just for my looks or money. I turn the fan on and turn over and close my eyes as exhaustion starts to set in.

Chris Pov

I check the time on my watch. I should make it to Ma's home just in time for dinner. I've just landed back in Massachusetts after filming for Avengers: Age of Ultron. I'm super tired and annoyed and the only thing I'm craving more than anything right now is Ma's made homemade food.

I'm fed up with eating only takeout and salads. I need some food made with love and Ma's French food has been calling my name ever since I landed.

I sit back and refresh my phone to find it exploding with messages and articles now just realizing about my current breakup.

I roll my eyes and open Twitter after Megan texts me, notifying the outcome of everything. It's been over five weeks since the breakup and it's coming out just now.

I see my name trending in so many hashtags and questions. If I'm off the market now? If it was my fault? Or if Willow, my ex, cheated?

Before going to Atlanta to film the last few scenes of the movie ... I drove to my girlfriend Willow's house to ask her if she wanted to come with me. Only to walk in on her cheating on me, I found her in bed with some hotshot guy from her friend group under her. I cringe at the memory.

I told her it was over, and to take her shit out of my house in LA... Rumors started to spread fast as she was seen by pap's leaving the house with a suitcase.

I sigh and sit back and wait for this car ride to be over. I searched my name on Google and to my surprise, it's trending.. "Captain America newly single." "Why did he dump his girlfriend?" Click our link in the bio to find out"... I groan.

I really hope Ma is home alone tonight...

As the driver pulls into the driveway. I see the lights are on and Carly's car is outside, which means the kids are here, which leads to the whole family.

"Great.. Full house" I mumble as the driver comes to a full stop.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, but knowing I'm going to see them after a while, and also mentioning I broke up with my girlfriend, I'm going to get a lot of crap from them.

...

I walk in, leaving my luggage in the mud room.

" Hey Ma," I shout. As I walk through the living room into the kitchen, it is indeed a full house everyone is already sitting at the dining table.

"Chris," Ma says, shocked.

" Uncle Chris, Uncle Chris! " Ethan shouts, and soon enough, all three of my nephews and niece attack me.

" Oh, Uncle Chwis, I missed you so much," Miles says. " I've missed you too buddy," I say as I give them each a big hug.

They lead me to the dining room, where everyone is getting ready for dinner.

Ma makes her way to me. " Oh honey, I thought you were going straight home, well this is a sweet surprise". She says this as she hugs me tight.

" I know Ma, but I was craving your food". I said, a little ashamed. She laughs.

" Lucky for you I made lasagna your favorite". I smile and slowly make my way around, greeting everyone.

We all sit down and start to enjoy dinner. They ask about how filming went. Ryan tries to get some info about the movie but, my lips are sealed... I explained how I wouldn't be staying long as I had to go to LA for the Oscars...

Everyone is quiet and starts to look around wondering who is going to be the lucky date this year.

" AHEM," Scott says, looking my way trying to get my attention. We all stare at him.

" Who are you taking since you broke up with Willow? " He says looking my way trying to get an answer out of me.

I sighed while rolling my eyes and looked down at my plate.

"Ow," he says as Shanna kicks his leg from under the table.

"No one... I'll be going alone. In fact, I am a presenter this year so it'll be a quick in and out," I say, taking another bite of some lasagna.

" Awww, that's too bad, Uncle Chris, Mommy, and Uncle Scott bet on who you're taking this year," Ethan says, smiling.

Everyone bursts out laughing as my family always ends up taking bets on my relationships as If it's some kind of game.

"Well, that reminds me Ma, you owe me some money," Carly says while laughing. I just look unfazed and roll my eyes and go back to eating.

...

Soon enough, everyone finishes dinner, and I say goodnight to the kids. Soon Carly leaves, and Shanna and Ma go to sleep as they have a big day at work tomorrow.

So I'm left in the living room with Scott.

" So who's the lucky presenter you're presenting with," Scott says as he brings me a beer,

"Well," I sigh taking the beer from Scott and taking a sip.

"I think it's Elyse Harper," I say as Scott starts choking on his beer.

"Are you okay?" I ask Scott and his eyes pop out.

"WHAT!" He says shocked.

"The supermodel Elyse Harper?"

"I think so," I shrug taking a sip of my IPA.

"Chris, how could you not tell me? I could have met Elyse.. Chris," Scott whines taking another sip of his drink.

I look at him, giving him a funny confused look.

" REALLY!... You don't know who she is do you?" He exclaims.

" No, I don't Scott," I say now annoyed.

"You are missing out bro... Chris, she's a supermodel, an actress, and only what like 4 years younger than you. How do you not know about her... She's in Fast and Furious, and Transformers?" He says.

I look at him and grab my phone, and do the only thing one would do.

I decided to Google her.

As the page loads, Scott grabs my phone out of my hands.

"Hey give that back," I say now even more annoyed than before.

" Chris, look at her," He says looking through the pictures.

I grab my phone out of his hand...and holy shit, I swear, I felt my dick twitch.

"She's beautiful," I say a little too loud for my liking.

" I told you, you were missing out... I may be gay but like wow...where have you been.. Get your head out from under the rock man". Scott now states proudly.

I'm staring into her green eyes on the screen, I slowly look at other features: she's tall, has a great ass, her hair is a light brown color, she has a light skin color, and her eyes her bright green eyes. I could get lost in them.

I hear Scott clear his throat. "Chris, you're drooling," he says.

I hit his arm. I wonder if she's single, and actually, a genuine person or if she just all looks.

Scott interrupts me, as I am deep in my thoughts.

" Chris, I know that look... All the best and you better not fuck this up,"

I sighed and put my phone away. I looked at the time and saw it was getting late.

After a few more beers Scott offers to take me home since he hasn't been drinking so much as me.

After Scott dropped me off...I head inside and to my room. I decided to take a shower before sleeping. I get in the shower and can't get Elyse out of my head. I don't even know the woman yet she has this effect on me.

I get out of the shower, brush my teeth, and look over at the empty sink to my right, and empty drawers in the cabinets. I can't help but feel sad.

I walk into the closet grab a pair of shorts and go lie in bed. I turn the lights off and get under the covers.

I'm staring at the ceiling thinking about how I need to get my life together and how lonely I feel. I can feel the anxiety creeping on me slowly.

I mean, I'm only 34, but I want all the things that life has to offer. I want to come to a house that feels like a home, and not barge in on Ma every time.

I want someone who loves me and waits for me. I want the bathroom sink to linger with her products and the closet to get out of control, someone hogging the whole bed... stealing the comforter from me at night, wanting to cuddle.

This is getting really getting old coming home to an empty house. This house doesn't feel like a home. It is missing something... maybe I should get a dog for now. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as my phone pings.

It's Megan, my publicist.

Megan: Chris, hope you had a safe flight home. I hate to break it to you, but we need to be in LA tomorrow afternoon for some fittings. I'm sorry... I'll call you in the morning. Have a good night.

I groan as I read the message, Great. I look at the time as it's 1:00 in the morning now. I roll over, trying to get some sleep.

I just end up tossing and turning. I can't sleep. She's still on my mind. I open up Google again and look her up again. I see she has a few interviews on YouTube, so I decided to watch a few. She's funny and has a natural charm, doesn't try to stand out too much, but her smile doesn't always reach her eyes in most photos, or press junkets.

I sigh, as she doesn't seem to be an attention seeker. Damn, she's too pretty. She's got to have a boyfriend right?

...

I groan as I shut my alarm. I don't remember what time I went to sleep last night. I check the clock on the wall and it reads 6:35...I get out of bed, brush my teeth, and head to the basement to work out.

Soon after I had a quick shower and breakfast. I'm getting ready to head out the door when my phone starts ringing, and it's Megan.

"Morning Chris, how are you doing? She asks.

"I'm good, a little tired," I laugh

"Yeah, Well I'm sorry to hear that. I've booked the ticket for LAX. You leave in an hour. I'm sorry Chris but I tried to get a later flight...,"

"It is okay thank you Megan I'll see you real soon, Take care," I say as I hang up the phone.

I head back inside and pack a little carry-on bag for a few days. I only bring the necessities, since I have most things there.

...

I walk into Ma's home. I smile, as it smells like home.

I enter the kitchen and I see Shanna and Ma finishing their breakfast.

"Hey Shanna, Morning Ma," I say as I grab myself water.

I explain to Ma what's happening as she and Shanna are both running a little late to the theater.

They both wish me a safe flight, to enjoy myself and not overthink and that they'll see me on TV. I smile and hug them both.

I call an Uber and head to the airport. The driver parks on the airstrip, and as I head inside, I'm greeted by the pilot and the flight attendant.

They tell me the flight is on time, and I should get ready for take off.

I lie back in my seat and try to read a book, but I just think about her. I can't wait to meet her in person, and soon the plane takes off.

...

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Friend of a Friend 1/2 (Chris Evans)

Summary: Y/N is Elizabeth's friend that she introduced to the Marvel cast but she caught Chris' eye. He decided to pursue her and thought he succeeded until she put an end to it.

Characters: Chris Evans x Black!reader (romantic), Elizabeth Olsen x Black!reader (friends), Scarlett Johansson x Black!reader

Notes: mentions of Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, SMUT warning, Minors do not interact, GIF is not mine

Chris, Anthony, Sebastian join Elizabeth and Scarlett for lunch at a Korean steakhouse near where they had their interview. You had just arrived there to pick up some barbeque chicken and kimchi you ordered online.

You work with public policy but you met Elizabeth at the gym no doubt and you've grown closer every since.

You used your vacation time to take a few self care days and just to relax. Working in public policy is not no easy task. You wear a grey two piece work out set as you were just coming back from the gym. You had your short hair brushes back into a clip to get some strands out of your face.

Waiting in the pick up area, Elizabeth notices you. Chris noticed you as soon as you walked passed the window but you were in your own little world, thinking about what you were going to binge watch later that night.

"Y/N, hi!" Elizabeth says as she approaches you. "Hey!" She hugs you warmly and rocks you side to side playfully. "What brings you here?" You ask. "We just finished up an interview a couple minutes ago and are starving. Do you come here often?" She asks.

"Yes, at least once a week. I love their kimchi, it's fermented vegetables and it has a bit of a kick. I love it." "Well that's great, I'll make sure to try it. I'm here with some friends I would like to introduce to you." "Like actor friends?" "Yes," "Oh no, Liz. I look terrible. I just got back from the gym."

"Oh my God, Y/N. Believe me they would not care. You look hot no matter what you wear." "No, but-" Elizabeth interupts you by grabbing your hand and pulling you to the table. "Everyone, this is one of my dear friend, Y/N."

Everyone said their greetings and Y/N smiles warmly. You've met many important figures in your lifetime but something just hits different with actors. Especially when Chris said, "Hey there sweethart'."

"So how did the interview go?" You ask. "Eh, the usual. The boys get the deep questions and Liz and I get the questions about our dieting and our bodies." Scarlett chimes.

"Ugh, hate it when that happens. I actually had a senator the other day tried to do the same thing. What I told him sounded better in my head, but it gave me more backlash than I thought. "Oh, this is going to be good," Liz said and you sent her a glare that she responds with a chuckle.

"Really? Now I'm curious, what did you say?" Scarlett says. "Yeah, you can't just drop that bomb on us and not tell us what you said." Mackie states.

"I said 'Careful Senator, your misogyny is showing'. And the women in the room started to laugh. He was not happy about that."

"Wow, I'm definitely going to start using that. You're an icon." Scarlet says with a chuckle. "You should hear the rest of her stories." Liz says. "Order for Y/N," the worker announced.

"Well it was great meeting you guys. I'll be binge watching Stephen King movies all night." You say, earning a chuckle from the group.

You grab your food and leave the restaurant. You thought you handled the situation pretty well. Even when you caught Chris staring at you a little longer than usual, you didn't think anything of it. He's not into girls like you, you thought. All he's every dated were petite white women.

"Hey, Y/N." You hear a voice call out. Turning around, you see Chris jogging towards you and your heart stutters in your chest. "Hi," "I was, um.. I'm starting this initiative called A Starting Point. I'll send you an overview of it but I would love it if you spoke on liberal views."

"Oh sure, that would be great. I've heard about your initiative, it's a great start to get the new generation involved." You explain and his face lit up.

"You've heard about it from your colleagues?" "Yes, they've been advocating the hell out of it. I'll be more than happy to help. Let me see if I can find a card to giv-" "I can just give you my number, if that's okay with you." He suggests.

This cannot be happening. You're dreaming, Y/N. His navy blue eyes pierce yours as he waits for a response. "Sure." You say, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. You phone looks so small in his hands as he types in his number.

"When can I see you again?" He asks, giving you back your phone. "To talking about A Starting Point or something else?" You ask. "Both," he says with a soft smile that makes your heart melt. "Which days work for you?" He asks. "I'm free this entire week. Self care and all that." You answer.

"How about Saturday afternoon for lunch?" He suggests. "Sounds great, I'll see you then." "That's if you don't forget about me, Future Senator." He teases. "It's impossible go forget about you, America's ass." You taunt before walking to your car, smiling when you hear him laughing from your joke.

You decided to keep things to yourself about what's been happening with Chris. You didn't want to make Liz uncomfortable about something that you have no idea what you have yet. And you definitely didn't want to tell your mother, although you tell her everything.

She would have a cow if she found out you were talking to a celebrity. Chris walks you to your front door step after your third date together, each time was better than the last. The gentleman in him suppressed Chris' dirty thoughts, well most of them anyway.

You wear a burgundy body con dress that hugs your curves just right and black pumps. The chumb rub between your thighs were hurting like a bitch and you already put scentless deodorant on your inner thighs.

You couldn't wait to put some ice in between them. But your pussy has been purring ever since you first saw him in that black Henley shirt with dark wash jeans. You could see his chest tattoos peeking from the top of his shirt, his cologne practically inviting you closer to him.

"I think a FRIENDS marathon is on if you're.. interested," you trail off when you notice how close Chris was. You didn't even feel his heat on your back at first but now that's all that you could feel. "Come here," he says before pulling you closer by the waist.

Your mouth instinctively open when he leans in and he rubs his nose against yours. He lifts his head and ghost over your lips instead of colliding his lips with yours. "Get the door open," he whispers against your lips. You turn around and open the door within seconds.

You both burst into your apartment and you slide your hands under his shirt, moaning when he gently presses you against the wall. Moving your hands to his back, you scratch his back with a hum and he moans against your lips. He finally kisses you and it felt like you were floating.

His hands slowly traveling down your body, he licks your bottom lip for entrance in you mouth and you graciously accept. You pull down your spaghetti straps and shimmy out of the dress. He kneels down and pulls off your pumps, slowly kissing up your ankle and leg.

Your heart races, knowing that he's nearing your irritated, sensitive skin. "Is everything okay?" He asks, noticing your nervousness. "Yeah, I just need a minute. I need to add some cream to the.. it's irritated because my thighs rubbed together."

He stands up and steadies you by the hips. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "It's more of a discomfort." You answer, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Where's your cream? I can put it on for you." "You don't have to. I-". He lifts your chin up with his hand and press his warm lips to yours.

"Let me do it," he says when he pulls away. Shit, he can tell you to do anything and you'll do it if he gives you that look. You walk into the bathroom and open the cabinet to grab your soothing cream. Handing him the bottle, he takes your hand and sets you on the kitchen counter.

He spreads your legs and squirts some of the cream on his fingers. "The cream smells nice," he says and you spread your legs for him.

Rubbing the cream along your thighs, you sigh softly to prevent yourself from moaning. "Baby, you keep making those type of noises, and I won't be able to contain myself."

"Sorry," you mumble. "Does this feel good?" "Yes," your back arches so your chest connects with his. He squirts some more to rub on your other thigh before rubbing both of your thighs. He pulls away to wash him hands of the cream and you jump off the counter.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "What do you have to be sorry for?" He dries his hands with your hand towel before approaching you. You cross your arms around your stomach, feeling more self conscious under his gaze.

"I ruined everything. The mood or whatever was going to happen. "No, baby." He starts as he boxes you in against the counter. "When the cream dries, I'm going absolutely devour you." He adds, dragging out the last few words in the sentence and you could feel a pool in between your legs.

"I think it's fast drying," you retort and his lips curl into a smirk. "Is that right? Let's check." He rubs the his knuckles along the skin where the cream had dried. "Yep, seems dry to me." He says before abruptly picking you up and putting you back on the counter.

He quiets your gasp by pressing his lips to yours. He slides his hands to your lower back to pull your core against his solid stomach. Leaving you breathless, he pulls away from your lips to leave soft kisses down the base of your neck.

Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, you pull the shirt his head and his lips are back on your neck. You lean your head against the cabinet and moan softly when he hooks your panties with his finger and pulls them off.

He trails his fingers along your soaked slit and he hums with satisfaction. "You're already soaked for me, aren't you baby?" "Y-yes, papi." You say, gasping when he slides a finger in and your pussy graciously takes it. He stops his movements for a moment and locks eyes with you.

"Say that again," his eyes darkening. "Papi," He slides another finger in and curls them hard. He pumps his fingers into you with a beautiful rhythm, making you spread your legs even further for him. He nips at your collarbone and one of your hands rest over his while the other pulls him closer by the back of his neck.

You could feel the muscles in his fingers flex as he finger fucked you. Rocking your hips into his hand he says, "That's right, baby. Come for me." You roll your hips a few more times before coming apart on his fingers.

He licks his fingers clean before lifting you off the counter. Burying his face into your breasts, he walks to your bedroom and kicks the door open. You yelp out when he tosses you on the bed playfully. He kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his pants before dropping them on the floor.

He wears dark grey Calvin Klein boxers and you could see the painfully growing bulge. You reach for them but he sends you a tsk. "I have something to do first." Tugging you closer by the ankles, he settles in between your legs and rests one of his forearms on your lower stomach.

You could tell by how he applies a little pressure to your stomach to keep you down, that you were going to see stars. He sends you a wink before kitten licked your swollen nub and lapped your folds. Sparks ignite inside of you when he dipped his tongue and dragged it along the upper wall.

"Chris! God, please don't stop." "Believe me, I won't." He flexes his tongue and drags the tip of it along your clit and flicks it side to side. Your legs tense as your orgasms builds and builds until you just- your walls clench around his tongue as you came with a breathy moan.

He continues his movements but he lifts the skin to expose your clit to him. Your throat hurts from yelling and squeal as he sucks on your exposed clit. Tears were starting to build up in your eyes and your legs trembled with your third orgasm.

"C-chris, it's too much." "Oh come on baby, you've got one more in you. I know it." The fact that he's made you cum twice with just his tongue and none of his fingers appalls you. You spoke too soon because he now buries his tongue into your folds and rubs your clit with his thumb, his nose occasionally brushing against it.

Your nails dig into his forearm and he hisses. "Sorry," you choke out and he picks up the pace with his rubbing. Wiggling under him, you close your legs around him but he only pushes them apart again and sends you a warning look. With a few more licks, you cum with a yell that irritates your throat.

You're pretty sure you won't have any voice by the time this night is over. Your body goes limp and he pulls his entire body over you. He grabs your hand and trails it down his chest and stomach before pressing it against his rock hard dick in his boxers.

You both moan at the contact and you pull his boxers down, his dick hits the middle of your stomach. Pulling him down for a kiss, his tongue invades your mouth and caresses yours. "I'm on birth control," you say when you pull away from his lips.

"I was tested a few days ago, and they came back negative." He says with a nod. "You ready for me baby?" Biting your lip, you grab his length and slide it inside of you, your back arching when he bottoms out. "Goddamn," you moan out. His thrusts start out gentle with a soft rock of the hips until you begged for him to move.

Every one of his thrusts were heavy and slow, knocking the breath out of your lungs each time. "Harder, please! Oh God." You trail off when he lifts one of your legs on his shoulder and turning your body so you were laying on your side.

Your other leg was in between his and he moves the other leg so it's in the crook of his arm. You were confused about what was happening until he started to move at a different angle. He drills into a g-spot while brushing against another one.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and his hips stuttered out of rhythm. He rubs your sensitive nub until you came with a gasp and he releases himself soon after. The last orgasm hit you like a mack truck. Your eyes were barely open when he lays you down on your back and leaves the room to get a wet rag.

He return with one and wipes up your thighs and pussy. You wince when he brushes over your over stimulated bundle of nerves and he shushes you. He pulls back the covers and pulls them over the two of you.

Resting his arm behind his head, he watches as you curl up next to him. He puts his other hand on your bare thigh and ask, "Do you have any company coming over tomorrow morning?" "Mm, I don't think so." You answer groggily. "Good, because I'm going to cook you some breakfast." He says, smiling down at your glowing, mocha colored skin.

You fall asleep to his soft praises and kisses on your cheek.

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Stay (Ransom Drysdale)

Summary: Ransom asks reader to stay the night after a terrible birthday party at Harlan's house.

Notes: GIF is not mine, mentions of neglect, mentions of childhood trauma, soft!Ransom, sub!Ransom, dom! reader, SMUT warning

Ransom lifts his eyes from his newspaper as he relaxes in the lobby of his favorite cafe when he hears your heels clicking. You are a new business woman to Boston and decided to take a walk through the town. Ransom's never seen you before and that alone peaked his interest.

The fact that you looked like an absolute bitch only made him want you even more. You were a black, highwaisted dress pants, black heels and a beige sweater.

You ordered a caramel latte with whip cream and extra caramel when you heard some wolf whistles from the guys who entered the cafe.

You don't bother turning your head until you felt his hot, gross breath on the back of your neck. You turn around slowly and made eye contact with the man with tattoos litering his neck and face. He smiles at you and you notice a few missing teeth that were replaced with golden ones.

"You seemed like the type that got what he wants by beating people up, given you lack of teeth in the front row." "That's right, sweetheart."

"Gross, okay. Well I was the girl that was paid to kick the asses of guys like you. Now move aside." You states, taking your coffee into one of your hands.

You turn around to pay for you latte when you felt his heavy hand on your shoulder which normally follows a punch.

Ransom stands from his chair to deal with the this douche but soon stops when he sees you catch his fist. "Really? That's all you got?" You taunt.

Letting go of his hand, you palm strike his nose before drop kicking him with your heel. He falls right through the table and you huff. You reach into your purse and pull out $200. "For the damages," you tell the clerk before leaving the cafe like nothing happened.

Ransom follows you out of the cafe. "Hey, sweetheart," Ransom calls out. You look over your shoulder and give him a once over before fully turning around.

"Hi," "You're a new face. You visiting?" He asks, stuffing his hands into his peacoat. "I recently moved here actually. I finished up yesterday."

"Wow, this just keep getting better and better doesn't it?" "I'm Ransom," he adds. "Y/N," "You need a tour of the town?" "You're laying it on a little thick, aren't you?"

"Not really. I'm the kind of man that knows what he wants." "Let me guess, you always get what you want? Yeah, you seem like the type." You give him another once over.

"I'll see you around Ransom," you add before spinning on your heel and walking back down the street. You could feel his gaze on your back and especially on your ass but you just sipped on you coffee with a soft smile. He seems like a fun one. You think to yourself.

About a month since that day and weeks of nonstop filthy images and texts, you finally let Ransom come over. He wanted to do everything he promised in those texts and you decided to tease him a bit and let him think you were the submissive type.

He learned pretty quick that you were nothing like the submissive women he's hooked up with before. You instructed him not to kiss you unless you allowed him to, just to show him who was in charge here. Naturally, he defied you and grabbed onto your neck while doing it.

You squeezed his bulge in his slacks and he growled with annoyance. "You want to be a little brat? Fine." You step away from him and opened the chest of your sex toys. You pulled out a vibrating pocket pussy and some handcuffs with soothing memory foam lining the inside.

"Lay down," "Why?" You grab his chin and leaned in close enough to brush his nose against yours. "Lay down now," you repeat and his dick twitched in his pants.

You slap him through his slacks and he yelped. "You bitch," he groans but you could feel him getting harder under your touch.

"I wouldn't have to punish you if you didn't listen the first time," you shove him on his back and straddle his waist so you could slide his hands into handcuffs and connect them to your bedframe.

You pinch his nipples when thrusts his hips against your clothed pussy. "Bad boy," you snap and he whines desperaty.

You stand from the bed to pull off his slacks and boxers in one motion. He sighs when he's finally free and you licked up his shaft before sucking on his tip lightly.

"Y/N, please." He says, trying his best not to move his hips under your touch. You spread his precum down his entire shaft before sliding the pocket pussy over him.

"Wait, what is- OH FUCK!" he squeals when you turn on the vibrating setting on the pocket pussy. Loud moans leave his lips and took off your panties to shove in his mouth.

"Y/N," his voice is muffled under your panties but he still tries to speak. "Do you want me to put it on a higher setting?" You state and his eyes widen with fear.

His eyebrows pressed together and his mouth fell open as he came undone. Your pussy throbs at the sight of him and a great idea came over you. "You want me to take it off?"

He nods his head yes and you add, "Ill take it off if you can make me cum before you do. Think you can do it?"

You pull your panties from his mouth and he says, "Y-yes- fuck. Sit on my face," you straddle his chest and slide yourself so you are just out of reach of his mouth. "You sure?"

"Please, I-I'm close." "Alright," you sit some of your weight down on his face and he whips his tongue along and through your folds before drawing figure eights.

"R-ransom," you choke out. He whines against your pussy as he clenches his legs to prevent him from cumming. He traced faster figure eights on your clit and with a few rocks of your hips, you came in his mouth. "Fuck!" He cums and a huge surge of his seed leaks down his throbbing dick.

"You did well on your promise," you slide off of his face that was covered in your juices and clicked the vibrations off. You remove the pocket pussy from his aching dick. "Good boy," you scratch up his stomach and he arches his back off the bed. "So responsive."

"Can I kiss you?" You smile and cup his cheeks. You press a soft kiss to his lips but he devoured your lips in a passionate French kiss. "Where do you want me, baby?" You ask, dragging your thumb along his bottom lip.

From that night on, he knew it was going to be hard to shake you from his mind. Every day he craves you. The way you taste. The way you scratch his stomach to tell him good job.

But more importantly, the way you smile down at him when his body is in a boneless state from the amount of orgasms you put his body through.

It's safe to say that enjoyed giving way more than you like receiving. He hated how a smile would creep on his face whenever he thought about you. He completely forgot he was at Harlan's house for his birthday.

The party they threw was less about his birthday and more about his mother talking about where she thought he would be.

She basically called him a disappointment, which normally didn't phase him. But then the horrid idea of you thinking he was a disappointment like his mother did. And that thought made him feral. He grabbed his peacoat and stormed out of the house without a second thought.

"Hugh, I didn't mean to ruffle any feathers. I ju-" "Shut the fuck up Linda," he says before hopping into his Beemer. It took everything in him not to drive to your house. But he knows and respects your rules about visiting during your planning periods.

Last minute, he decided to drive to his house and pop open a bottle of Tennessee whiskey. He scrolls through your previous texts to him and manages to scroll all the way towards the beginning of your friends with benefits relationship.

He adjusted himself when he came across the picture you sent. You were completely nude and had a thin bedsheet that draped from in between you legs all the way to your breasts.

You looked outside of the window, giving him a chance to appreciate your strong side profile. You're a strong woman and have your own business and life to think about. And he acknowledges that.

Maybe if you tell him that he was just a booty call that you don't care about, it would be easier for him to move on and pursue other people.

He hasn't contacted any of his previous links. Some of them texted him but he left their texts on read. And when they started to get desperate, he blocked them. He waited as long as he could before texting, "Can you come over?"

You were in the middle of taking a break from reviewing your business proposals when you got the text. It was good that he texted you because otherwise you would have pulled an all nighter for the fifth time this week.There was something different about this text. You could tell that something was wrong.

"I'll be there in twenty. Address?" you text before taking your shower. His body sags in relief that you answered quickly. Maybe it means that you cared for him.

Or maybe it was coincidence that you were on your phone and not working when he texted you. "She doesn't care about you, asshole." the voice echoes in Ransom's brain. "She'll get bored of you eventually,"

You stare at your closet and debate between wearing business casual clothes that you wear 99% of the time. You look over your shoulder at the clock that read 2:03 a.m.

Screw it, it's too early to spend time wearing make up and walking around in heels. You throw on an oversized t-shirt, shorts and slip on sneakers.

You swing your purse across your body and pull your hair up into a clip as you make your way down the stairs. Swiping the phone from the stand, you click on the address that Ransom sent.

Within ten minutes, you pull into his driveway next to his Beemer. You leave your purse in the car and advance to his front door.

You barely lifted your hand to ring the doorbell when the door opens. He wears black Calvin Klein boxers and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "You look different. I've never seen you without make up," some of his words are slurred.

"I think you've had too much to drink," "Oh please, I barely had any." "You look pretty," he compliments, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"If you drunk texted me, you're going to hear an earful tomorrow morning." You say, brushing away his hand. "Don't do that please," Ransom says. "Don't do what?"

"Push me away," you take Ransom's hand into yours and drag him inside. You lock the door and he sets down the whiskey on the counter and pulled your back into his chest.

"Ransom, what happened?" He buries his face into your neck in response. "I'm scared," he croaks. "Of what?" "You. Everything about you defies the norm." You turn around in his embrace and your heart races when you see tears brimming in his eyes.

"What did I do to make you scared of me? Did something happen last night that you couldn't say your safe word?" "No," "Then what is it?"

"Do you care about me? Or is that how you behave with everyone?" You press your lips together and avoid his gaze momentarily. Most of your life, you've been told that you don't care enough.

The majority of your boyfriends said that. It's the primary reason why you do hook ups instead of boyfriends. You got tired of hearing the same thing.

"Look, if you want to break things off that's fine. I've been told more than once that my way of caring isn't enough so." You pull away from him and advance to the door again.

He holds you back by the wrist and says, "So you do care," "I never understood how to tell someone that I care. I thought that showing you that I care was better but apparently not." "You care," he says to himself. He was at a cross with himself and honestly, he wasn't the only one.

"Today is my birthday. My family threw a lame party and my mother practically says the same thing. She expected more from me and that I was a disappointment." "Well someone's mom deserves the bitch of the year award." Ransom chuckles and takes your other hand into his.

"I'm used to her saying that, but then I thought of you saying it to me and I just.. I flipped out." "Believe it or not, we have that in common. People telling us that we're never good enough until we believe it." You explain, taking a swig of the whiskey. He stares at you and examines your features as you continued to drink the whiskey.

"Have you--" Ransom captures your lips in a warm kiss. He flushed his warm body into yours and pinched your back against the counter. "Ouch," "Sorry," he picks you up and sets you on the counter. He tugs on the hem of your shirt to take it off but you hold his hands.

"Hold on, are you sure this is what you want? We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." You say breathlessly. "I want to," he says, kissing down your neck. "Okay," you lift your arms up so he could take off your shirt. He lays you down on the counter and kisses down your chest.

He kissed you again and lingered on your lips. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue and run your hands down his tense back muscles. You palm him through his boxers and he moans into your mouth. "Take everything off," he whispers and you raise an eyebrow at his tone.

"Please, baby." He corrects. You maintain eye contact as you slide off your panties and shorts. You were in the middle of taking off your bra when he pulled you so you were on the edge of the counter. You tossed your bra across the room and laid down on the cold surface.

A small smile plays on your face when he mumbles, "So pretty." Your mouth falls open when he thrusts two fingers inside of slick folds and sucked on your throbbing clit. "Ransom," you whine as you make eye contact with him.

He curls his finger faster and your nails scrap against the counter top. The coil in your belly was growing by the second and he rolled one of your nipples in between his fingers, making you cum soon after.

"Let me get down so I can-" "No, this is about making you feel good." "Ransom," you start. "Come here," he pulls you into his arms and rest your back against the nearest wall. He yanks his boxers down until they pool at his feet. He lines his tip with your pussy before sliding it right in.

Your hand grabs the side of the wall behind you as you both gasp at the sensation. One of his hands push you close by the lower back and shoves himself even deeper.

"Oh God," you moan out when he moves in slow, hard thrusts. He uses his free hand to rub circles on your clit and you wrap both of your arms around him.

Your chin rests on his shoulder and you suck on his earlobe. "Fuck, Y/N." Your walls clenched around him and he picks up the pace. Heavy breathing and the wet sound of him recking your pussy fills the room.

"I'm close," you say. "Let go for me baby," your eyes are screwed shut as you concentrate on clenching hard around him. He cums with a hum but doesn't stop his movements until you milk him dry with your orgasm.

Your smart watch vibrates as you get a call from an unknown number. It's best if you shut off your phone because the closer it gets to morning, the more calls will come in.

It's been ages since you had a day off. Maybe it's best if you spend the night. He stills his movements and rests his face on your shoulder. "I'll be right back okay?" "Stay,"

"I will. I just have to shut off my phone so I'll have the day to spend with you." He pulls away from your hesitantly and you pull on your shirt and panties before leaving for a moment.

You unlock the door and reach in for your purse and phone. You lock the doors again before going back inside, holding down the power button to shut off the phone.

Ransom had his boxers on and had his back facing you with his head bowed. "Ransom," you start, setting your purse down on the table before advancing towards him.

His back had a layer of sweat from earlier but you wrap your arms around him anyway. You press a lingering kiss on the middle of his back and he sighs. "Have you eaten?" You ask. "Barely," "What are you in the mood for?" "I can hold off until the morning," "Alright then, come on."

You take his hand and walk him to his spacious bedroom. You jump into the center of the bed and open your arms for him. His body completely covers yours, his hips were flushed against your knees and he inhales your soft musk of vanilla perfume.

Scratching the back of his head, he nearly crushed your body with his weight.

Ransom's POV

A loud snore brings me out of my sleep. Groaning lowly, I wipe the grime out of my eyes without fully opening my eyes. My entire body feels like it's floating. I haven't slept this good since well never. There was always something to worry about, my mother, my father's affair, Harlan's 'suicide'.

I reach out to make sure Y/N is still there and a breath hitches in my throat when there's an empty side of the med. My eyes fly open to look for her.

There isn't a single noise to let me know that she's still here. She left. "Really Ransom? You really think that a catch like her would stay for you?" "Shut up," I tell the voice.

"She just bounced on your dick and left. She's probably being railed by someone else by now." "Shut up!" "Ransom?" She calls out, concern weighing on her voice.

Or is she? Maybe I'm just imagining things. I doubt she was even here at all. That whiskey must have been laced with something.

She walks into the room with a large back full of food. There was something familiar about the scent of the food. "You okay? I just ordered some breakfast for us from your favorite cafe. I wanted to get back before you woke up but the line was terrible." She sets the food on the nightstand and reaches out to hold my chin.

"You doin' okay?" She asks. You didn't realize this at first but she was wearing my cable knit sweater with her loose shorts. Her Y/H/T, Y/H/C hair was pulled into a low ponytail and she wore my lovemarks proudly on her collarbone.

"Are we.. dating?" I ask hesitantly, my eyes trained of her face for a reaction. "That's what it normally means when I wear your clothes and shamelessly show these bad boys off." She teases, pulling down the sweater enough to see the purple marks.

I pull her into my lap by the back of her thighs and slide a hand under the sweater. "I thought you left me. That you were some drunk hallucination," she cups my cheeks and captured my lips in linger kiss. "Does that feel real enough for you?" She asks with a smile.

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Numb Part 2 (Johnny Storm)

Notes: GIF is not mine, SMUT warning

You cup his cheeks and he hums at your touch. You smile because you could feel his smooth skin along his jawline. "Sue, come here." You rush over to her and frown when you feel the nothing. You did the same to Reed and Ben and you didn't feel anything.

You rushed back to Johnny and cupped his cheeks again and sigh when you feel his soft skin. "I don't understand," "I honestly don't care, just keep touching me." He says with a smile but you don't pull away from him. "Well I did notice similarities in your bloodstream." Reed starts.

"We'll r-run some more tests once the heat gets f-fixed." Reed tugged his puffer jacket closer to him and Sue asks, "Johnny is there anything you can do?" "What do you want me to do? Set the penthouse on fire?" "Can you at least get the fireplace going?"

He sends a fire ball into the wood in the fireplace and they all hustle over there to stay warm. Meanwhile, you're still holding Johnny's face.

He pulls your hand away a little to press a soft kiss to your palm, sending chills down you arm. He sends you a warm smile and the group watches the interaction between you.

"If he breaks her heart, I swear to God." Sue starts. "I second that motion," Ben says. "Oh come on guys, you have to understand her predicament. She couldn't feel anything. Her entire sense of touch was gone and now she can finally feel something in months." Reed explains.

"I know, I know. But out of all people, it had to be my friend. My play boy brother." Sue adds with a sigh. You pull away from him and set the Keurig to make coffee to a small cup.

"Do you want to go on a date with me tonight? We could go to a hotel after." Johnny suggests, leaning his back against the counter as he stares at you. You try your hardest not to stare at his muscles flexing under his tank top and waited for the coffee to be done.

"Are suggesting a hit it and quit it, Johnny Storm?" "Oh, I don't plan on quit you at all, baby girl." He says, sending chills down your spine. "Where do you want to eat?"

"Let's see if your torch power extends to food. I know an awesome Indian place." "Alright, I'll make sure to leave some room for dessert," his eyes rake your frame and your falls open in disbelief.

"Is that an invitation?" He taunts and you smack his arm. "Does five sound good?" "Five, why so early?" "Because I plan on taking my time with you, sweetheart." He says, kissing your cheek.

"I told you we should have bought a half gallon of milk just in case." You say with a chuckle as you open the door to the hotel room. He asked for a love suite with a king size.

Your eyes scan the room and fall on a jacuzzi in the far left side of the room. Yeah you're definitely going in that.

You kick off your shoes and turn on the TV to find something decent to watch. A smile tugs on your lips when you feel his hands circle your waist and slide under your dress. His soft lips kiss along the side of your neck and a soft sigh leaves your lips.

"Johnny," he grabs the remote and tosses it on the night stand. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls you into his lap and you moan when you feel his hard on pressing against your inner thigh. He smooths his hands over the curve of your ass and squeezes before claiming your mouth.

You hold the side of his face as he moves your hips to roll over his. You smooth a hand over the spiky hair of his buzzcut and he hums softly. You nudge him to lay on his back and pulls off his leather jacket and t shirt.

You kiss from his v line and all the way up his stomach. "You know how to make a guy feel special," "Oh, you have no idea." You say with a wink. He watches you with a lust piercing gaze.

Straddling his waist, you pull off your dress, leaving you with the red lace set that you bought from Victoria Secret. "My God," he says softly.

He sits up and licks along the valley of your breasts. Without skipping a beat, he rolls over with you in his arms so you were underneath him.

He burns the lace bra down the middle with his index finger. "Johnny," you scold. "I'll buy you a new one," he says, not breaking concentration. He meets your gaze as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and swirls around it. You arch your back in pleasure and moan when he slides his hands into your panties.

He sinks a finger into you and starts thrusting it at a moderate pace. "God, you're tighter than I thought. Let's get you nice and wet for me, okay baby."

You squirm when the tip of his finger brushes against a sweet spot. "Does that feel nice, baby?" You nod softly and he adds, "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Johnny," you whimper and holds onto his bare shoulders. He rams his finger into your gspot and you squeeze your eyes shut as he inserted another finger into your mound. Your walls fluttered around them and you cum on his fingers with a soft cry.

You sit up slightly to hold onto his face and capture his lips with yours. Your lips part when he continues to thrust his fingers into you. Lifting your hips to relieve the tension, he holds you down with the weight of his lower half. It wasn't very long before you came again.

He pulls off your panties and spreads your legs. You were starting to feel self conscious under his lustful gaze and tried to close your legs. He holds the side of you face and presses a reassuring kiss on your lips. "Look at me," he waits for you to meet his gaze to say, "You're perfect,"

Your cheeks felt hot as you got lost in his gaze that you don't even notice him kissing down the base of your neck and chest. He kissed all the way down until he was leveled with your slick core. He takes you into his mouth and a strangled moan leaves your lips.

He sinks two fingers in and curls them at different angle to caress another gspot while he worked steadily on your clit. "J-johnny, please. It's too much."

"You're doing just fine, sweetheart. Remember when I said I'll take my time with you?" "This is just the beginning," he adds before speeding up his movements.

"Johnny!" You yell out, trying to scramble away from him but he has your legs pinned. He pulls back the hood of you clit and sucked on the exposed skin, making you scream as you came again.

"That's a good girl," he stands up from the bed and pulls off his boxers. Your stomach does flips when you settle on his big he was.

He shushes you as he settles between your legs again. In one quick motion, he jumps back so he lands on his back and you are straddling his hips. He sits up and wraps his arms around your exposed back.

"I can feel how wet you are," he rolls your nipples with his fingers to distract you before slowly sliding his dick inside of you.

He waits until he feels your walls expand before he thrusts up into you. Pulling him closer, a moan leaves your lips after every thrust. You rolls his hips to match his thrusts when you started to smell like something was burning.

You look to see the spot on the bed you were currently on, was on fire. You were going to tell him until when you saw his face as he fucked you. His eyes were screwed shut and the muscles in his face contorted with pleasure as his lips parred.

He opened his eyes to find your staring at him. "Is there something-" you cut him off with a kiss and lay him down on his back. Your hands settle on his chest as you roll your hips and clench. "Fuck," he moans. You stand on your feet and alternated between bouncing and rolling.

You throw your head back and clench hard as you came for the fourth time that night. You had no idea that your powers were showing. After all, keeping them under your control was the last thing on your mind right now. You both fall on the ground because you made the bed deteriorated. Well, what was left of it anyway, he burned the majority of it.

Johnny knew what happened but he was drunk on you. You were so intoxicating. He rolled over so you were underneath him. You were still buried in you and didn't waste any time ramming into you. "Damn it, you have the best pussy I've ever had, baby." Your walls fluttered as he finally came.

Damn his stamina. There was no way you could survive this. He stills his hips and nudged your chin up with his nose. "You still with me?" "Barely," you groan. "Did you disintegrate the bed?" "Only after you burned it," he chuckles and pulls out of you. He lays down next to you and traced circles on your stomach.

"Did you want to get another room?" "Yeah, just give me a minute," he watches you with amusement in his eyes.

"Alright, Johnny is here. Now we can go along with the tests." Reed starts. Johnny peels off his leather jacket and tosses it on the couch. He makes his way towards you and Reed and sends you a wink. Rolling your eyes, you jump up on the counter and let Reed press monitors on your chest and temple.

He puts one monitor to the chest and another to his temple. "Okay, now touch each other." Reed says, not realizing how wrong it sounds. Johnny raises an eyebrow and you chuckle before holding your hand out. You slowly link your hands together and held each other's gaze.

"Huh, that's weird," Reed starts. "What happened?" "Your heart beats are in sync," you send Johnny a warm smile and his heart melts. He lost control for a split second and levitates himself off the ground. "Uh, Johnny," Reed says, watching as he lifts you off the ground too. "What? Oh, sorry."

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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You Promised (Ari Levinson x reader)

Summary: Y/N was having an affair with Ari and he promised to always be there for her outside of their relationship only to find out that Ari is going back with his wife to try things one last time.

Notes: SMUT warning, minors DNI, GIF is not mine, Y/C/N = your co workers name

You silently cursed at yourself for letting it get this far. You knew how this ends but a small part of you hoped that it would end differently. And that small part of you won. You sit on the couch, blowing out a huge huff of air and rub your thighs comfortingly.

"I'm coming over. We need to talk." His text said and it made your blood run cold. He was going to break things off. You could tell by the way he would look at you. He was at a cross with himself and it seems like he finally made up his mind.

The knock on the door made your heart jump. You stand up and open the door for Ari. He leans his hand against the doorframe with his curtain bangs hanging over his face. "Ari?" You question and he shakes his head, his hair shaking along with him.

"Baby, there's something I have to tell you." "Come inside, Ari." "I can't, because then I'll want to stay," he says, still not meeting your gaze. Well, that's the idea. You step through the doorway and lifted his chin so he would finally meet your eyes. "Say it,"

He leans into your touch with a soft sigh and you drag your thumb along his bottom lip. "I'm getting back together with my wife." He mumbles but you heard him very clearly. His heart shatters in his chest when you pull away from him. Crossing your arms after pulling your cardigan close to your body, you were having trouble meeting his gaze.

"She wants to start over for our daughters sake. I didn't give her an answer yet but I think we should at least try to make it work." Ari continued to ramble on about his decision and how sorry he was for getting you involved in his drama. But all of it felt like he was talking through a really long tunnel.

Once he noticed you were disassociating, he gently touched your hand. You snapped out of it when you felt his soft touch and pulled away from him. "Don't," "I hate that I'm hurting you, Y/N. But it-" "I understand why you're doing this, Levinson. I'm not angry. I'll see you tomorrow."

He cringes at the name you gave him. If that was the beginning of your treatment, he dreaded how the rest will be. "Baby, please. Don't shut me out." "How do you expect to react, Le-" "Stop calling me that." "Would you rather I call you agent? What do you want from me, Ari?" "I want to be friends. I still want you in my life because I care about you."

He steps through the door and closes it behind him. "I thought you couldn't come inside," you retort, eyes narrowing as he nears you. "I'll be in your life.. as a coworker, but I cannot be your friend." You add. He doesn't say anything when he walks you into the wall. He didn't have to. His troubled, ogate eyes said everything.

"Go, Ari." You say, pushing against his chest but he doesn't budge. Your hands stay on his chest and he gently holds one of your wrists, placing a kiss on your palm and making you both sigh softly. "Don't," you say barely above a whisper.

His nose brushes yours and his hips melt into yours. He places a hand next to your head and leans in to kiss you but you move your head to the side. "Ari, please. At least try to make this work. For your daughter."

He clenches his hand into a fist next to you and leans his forehead against yours. "I don't think I can do this," he croaks. He was holding back tears. "You should still try," "I can't," he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, burying his face into your hair.

You were trying to hold back your own years. Let alone try to tell him to stop crying. He's your soulmate. You could feel it deep in your bones that you two were together for many past lives. But in this one he had a wife and a kid. The biggest way to tell if you loved someone is if you're willing to put their happiness before your own.

You scowl as you stare down at your phone. Ari is calling you for the tenth time today because you took a sick day to clear your head. You were recently offered an Interpol job from an old friend but you declined it because you were still with Ari at the time.

You called your friend back and said that you wanted the job. He was glad that you reconsidered and said that you start in two weeks. How were you going to get your affairs in order in just two weeks. Once your co workers catch wind of your letter of resignation, they will plan a getting away party.

But once Ari figures out you're leaving, things will get a lot more complicated. "If you don't pick up the phone, I will go over your house." He texts. Your heart races at the tone he uses. He's probably having a white knuckle grip on his phone staring down at it angrily.

Ari is one of the calmest people you'll meet, but when provoked, he can be your worst nightmare. This wasn't the first time you tried to pull away from him thinking that it was for the best. He lasted about two days before bursting into your apartment and claiming you on the kitchen counter.

"Is there something wrong? Did I do something?" He asks, boxing you against the counter. His chest heaves from chasing you around the house before he caught you in the kitchen. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him so he grabbed your chin until you met his gaze.

"This is a mistake, Ari. We can't keep doing this." "Can't keep doing what? Being happy?" "You know what I'm talk about." "I'm happy with you, Y/N. I'm happy with what we have." "What do we have? It started out as sex but now I..." "You want to make our relationship public? Done. We can announce it tomorrow."

"We have a relationship?" "What? You don't think we have a relationship?" "No, no, no. That's not what I'm saying. I'm just.. we haven't talked about it so I thought-" "You are more than just sex to me. You're my safe place." "And you are way too fast for your own good." He adds, making you chuckle.

"Well give me good reason and I'll be the Flash." You state, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Then remind me not to give you a good reason." His body is flushed against yours and he bends down to kiss you warmly.

"Ari, you have to stop calling me." You answer. "I wanted to check up on you, and.. I missed you." He explains. "Ari," you warn. "What? I can't miss someone I care about." "You can't focus on what matters if you're busy talking with me."

"You do matter." "No, your family matters." "You are my family." He interrupts. You couldn't help your heart fluttering in your chest. He noticed your silence and added, "You're my home. I can't do this with her. I'm serving her with divorce papers." "You barely gave it a chance, Ari. It's been what four days."

"I can't believe I've lasted this long. It's killing me." He says with a chuckle. "Its been hard on me too," "Can I come over?" "Sure," you say, breaking the silence.

Last week everyone found out you were resigning and as expected, a going away party was thrown for you. It was tonight and you really didn't want to go but it'll be rude for you not to show up to your own party. Ari has been quiet since he found out you were leaving. It felt like a knife through the heart for the both of you.

He wanted to drive to your apartment and claim you on every surface and like he did last week and beg you not to leave. Yet he was dead silent, he could feel him retreating into his own mind.

To his safe place; the moment when he realized he loved you. He decided to spend the night and he woke up the sound of you laughing.

You were staring up at your phone and scrolling through your newsfeed when your sister sent you something hilarious. You tried to contain your laughter but the more you saw the video, the funnier it got.

He opened his eyes to see your hand covering your face as your body shook with each bubble of laughter. Your hair was disheveled and his love marks littered your neck and chest.

You were beautiful. You were glowing. Chills roll down his body every time he thinks about it. He felt like punching himself in the face. Why did he even consider getting back together with his wife? Why didn't he divorce her yet? It's not that he loves her more. So what was holding him back?

Questions fill his head and all of them could be answered if he just looked down at his phone. His phone screen was his daughter and his home screen was you smiling at him from over your shoulder.

"She's here," he hears one of his co-workers say. He completely forgot that he was at your farewell party. His heart patters in his chest when he sees you wearing make up, a long sleeve crop top and jeans. Your thick, curly hair is pulled up into a messy bun. You scan the room until your locked eyes with Ari and warmth flooded you body.

"I need a drink," you whisper to your friend. "Oh, Ari could get you one, he's right in front of the drink table. "Oh, okay," you hesitantly walk next to him and grab a wine cooler from a bucket of ice. You close your eyes when you inhale the scent of your favorite cologne.

The next thing you knew, you were being pulled into a room. He locks the door behind him and makes a few strides over to you. "I can't believe you're leaving. Leaving me. Leaving us." "It's for the best," "Who are you to tell me what's best for me?" "Does that ring a bell?" You say with a wry chuckle.

Your cross your arms and he narrowed his eyes at you. "This is not the same thing as when I said you couldn't come to Sudan with me and my team." "Why not? I was clearly an asset to the team but the only reason why I wasn't apart of it was because you wanted to me to sit pretty on the sidelines."

"You could have been killed. We barely got by but if I brought you. Your prescence would have raised questions." He explains. "Stop making this about the past. This is about now. You're leaving because of what? You don't have even have a reason, do you?" He adds.

"I have to make the tough decisions for the both of us. You won't let yourself entertain the idea of being happy with your wife. So I'm giving you the space for that." In just a few strides, he was standing right in front of you and holding your face in his hands.

"I'm done running in circles. I know what I want. And I want you as my girlfriend. My wife and daughter will still be in my life, of course. But I'm done choosing one over the other when I don't have to. I'm yours and you're mine." "But I already told-" "We're moving with you." "What?"

"I also got a job offer from the FBI. I get out at a decent hour so I'll make it to dinner every night. There's a beautiful school in D.C. that she could go to. It's perfect." He explains and you were at a loss for words.

"You would uproot your life for me?" "Yes," Your heart did backflips in your chest and every ounce of self restraint went out the window. You go on your tippy toes and pecked his lips softly. He grabs the back of your neck and slide his tongue into your mouth.

He hummed as his hands travel down the curve of your hips and lovehandles. He walks you into the bed and straddles your waist as he works on unbuckling your jeans. But then he halts his movements makes you whine. He grabs a fleece for us to lay on which only meant one thing.

His eyes darken as they land on you and chills roll down your spine. "Take off your jeans." He commands. You stand from the bed and pull your unbuckled jeans down your legs.

Watching as they pool around your ankles on the ground, you look back up at Ari. "Lay down and spread those gorgeous legs for me,"

You follow his instructions and he approaches the end of the bed, trailing his hand up your ankle and rests it on your pelvic bone. He picks you up by the hips and tosses you towards the headboard of the bed, making room for himself. Your pussy throbs in anticipation and he kisses up both of your legs with his eyes never leaving yours.

Your body jolts when presses the softest of kisses to your clothed bundle, smiling when you squirm at the contact. In one swift motion, he rips your underwear down the sides and lifts your legs over his shoulders.

He breathed your earthy scent and rubbed his nose against the hood. "Ari, what are you- oh!" He licks up the stripe before kitten licking your clit over and over again. He wasn't wasting any time with the romantics. The coil in your stomach was growing and it was growing fast.

He wasn't letting up at all. "Ari, wait." You groan and tried to close your legs around his head. Your body was already starting to shake from the intensity of your orgasm building. He switches from circling your clit with his tongue to kitten licking it.

Your walls fluttered around his tongue and your cum flooded his mouth. He pulls your legs away from his head as he sank his tongue into your walls, curling it upwards to hit a sweet spot. A loud moan leaves your lips and you clap a hand over your mouth with embarrassment.

"Don't hide those sweet sounds from me sweetheart. No one can hear us over the music." He says before resuming. Your hands find his soft locks and your roll your hips into his mouth.

"That's right, fuck my face, sweetheart." Throwing your head back, a squeal leaves your mouth as you fall apart once again.

"P-please, Ari." "I love hearing you beg," he coos before pulling taking your trembling body into his arms and laid on his back. You straddle his waist and met his lust filled gaze. Tearing his shirt off, buttons go flying everywhere and you grind your pulsing core against his rock hard dick.

You kiss up his thick toned stomach and in between his pecks. You gasp when he thrusts his hips upwards as you try to take off his pants. He assists you with pulling off his pants and boxers. You waste no time sinking down on him.

You hold out your hand and he links his hands with yours. You rock your hips back and forth on your feet and set your hand next to his head.

He smiles up at you and pulled you down for a kiss by your chin. He pulls away for a moment to lick his thumb and rub your sensitive clit.

Moaning into his mouth, you bounce on his dick at a faster pace to which he rubs you faster. "Ari!" You yelp when you come undone for the third time. He grabs your hips and thrusts into you until he came. The both of your pants filled the room as he stayed buried inside of you.

He sits up and trailed his calloused hands down your back, pressing his plump lips to yours. "You wanna get out of here?" He asks. "I thought you would have never asked." "We have a lot of catching up to do, darlin'." He says, giving your ass a slap.

"But we have just one problem," "What is that?" "You tore my clothes." Embarrassment burned your cheeks and you slide yourself off his lap. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. Maybe one of Y/C/N has something." "Well, that's one way of saying we're a couple," he retorts, watching as you put your clothes on.

"Ooh, I like the way that sounds," you give him a quick peck before adding, "I'll find Y/C/N,"

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #chrisevansmut

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Ari Levinson Appreciation Post

Okay, I'm not mad about it. But I am currently obsessed with Ari. Hellllppp 😩

AHHHHHHHH! THE GOLD CHAIN!

thank you for listen to my rant, that is all 🤭

#alpha! ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #chrisevansmut #appreciation post

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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The Strategist (Ransom Drysdale x mob!reader)

Summary: Y/N is apart of the Chicago mob, the branch that involves scamming and con artist. Her legal job title is Strategist. All of the bags she secured gave millions to the mob. She's getting bored with what she does and will do one last job before moving on with her life. Her last job being hired by Ransom Drysdale.

Characters: Ransom x mob!reader, Marta x mob!reader

Notes: GIF is not mine, SMUT Warning,

"Now, Tucker. If you're jealous that I'm getting more dick than you, just say that." You spit, annoyed with his lame attempts to produce doubt amongst your superiors. "You shady bitch," Tucker says, standing from his chair and stalking towards you.

You stand up and roll up your sleeves in case things go south. "Enough Tucker, she brings more dough than all of you combined. She's reached a point where she can do whatever she wants." Your superior, Grant, defends.

"But this is my last job I'm doing. I already talked to Leon about it. He gave me the green light." You explain, jumping up on the counter and swing your dangling feet. "Damn it, we're losing another dime. We keep loosing people like you and we'll go bankrupt." Grant says, running a hand over his face .

"Oof, don't let Leon hear you say that." Everyone in the room chuckles and Tucker asks, "Who's your client again?" "Ransom Drysdale." "Oh, girl if you don't tap that, I'll hate you forever." "Now hold on, aren't the majority of trust fund playboys two pump chumps?" You ask.

"Not from what I've heard," Tucker says, smiling to himself. "I don't even want to know," you say, jumping off the counter and grabbing your travel bag. "I'll see you guys in a couple of weeks," "Don't do anything I wouldn't do,"

You wait in your hotel room for the text from your employer with the coordinates of your meeting. You were currently making out with the clerk of the hotel you were staying in.

He didn't know what to do with himself when he saw you. And you thought it was cute how nervous he was so you said that he could come by your room anytime he would like.

He took up that offer an hour later and now you're straddling his waist as he works on pulling your shirt over your head. That was, until you heard the door open to your room. "What the hell?" You say, looking over your shoulder to see a tall man wearing a khaki peacoat stalking towards you.

You stand from the couch and get into a defensive stance in case he decides to put his hands you. Instead he grabbed the clerk by neck and lifts him off of the couch. He reaches into his peacoat to placed a wad of a hundred dollar bills in his hand.

"Say anything about me being here, I'll come back to snap your neck. Got it?" The man threatens and the clerk frantically nods his head. "Get the fuck out of here," he says, finally letting go of his throat. The clerk rushes out of the room without looking back and slams the door behind him.

"Who the hell are you?" You ask. "So this is what I paid for? A floosy? I thought you were a strategist." He says, his eyes lingering on your topless chest. "Says the man who took hours to send a text with the coordinates. Looks like someone needs to work on their communication skills."

"Oh get off your high horse. You're apart of the mob, how much communication do you really use?" "Enough to plan assassinations without being traced,"

"Was that a threat?" "Believe me, you'll know when I'm threatening you, Mister Drysdale." You snark. "Now are you going to tell me why you hired me or should I just take the next flight back to Chicago?" You add, grabbing your shirt and pulling back over your head.

He pulls a flash drive from his peacoat and tossed it to you. You catch it with hand and cross the room to plug it into your hologram computer. The computer illuminated the new file name and you click on it. You scroll through the file to see some pictures of a beautiful Spanish woman.

There was a hint of surprise that it was this woman that he was asking you to frame. She seemed like a geninuely innocent woman. But then again, you were a perfect example of a wolf disgusted as a sheep. It wasn't until you saw the picture of Harlan Thrombey's will that everything clicked into place.

This woman got the money fair and square and this prick wants to take that from her. It also clicked in your mind that you are not some vengeful angel. You have enough blood on your hands to drown a whole village. You'll double dip and rid this Marta and Ransom of their money. Every. Single. Drop. And then you'll disappear.

"There are two ways I would go about this. The first being getting close enough to download her banking servers and drain her accounts. The second being write her will, forging her signature and voice recognition before staging her death as a suicide. Both of which are untraceable back to you." You explain, his eyes never leaving yours.

"And why is that?" "Because I have firewalls the size of Mount Everest. And I'm good at what I do." "I would assume so for four million dollars." He retorts. "And if you had me before instead of trying to use tactics that the police could easily track, you could have had everything from the money down to the guard dogs." You say, crossing your arms.

"Alright, let's go with the downloading thing," he says as he places his hands on his hips. "Awe, you like her. That's cute." You take out the flash drive and toss it back to him. Little did he know that you just downloaded his bank servers and plan to take every penny.

"I'll be in touch," he says before leaving the room. Things progressed faster than you thought. The next day youb found Marta at the grocery store and 'accidently' dropped my groceries. She helped me pick everything up and offered to buy me a new milk jug since it exploded.

You threw in that you just moved to Boston and had no idea how make friends and that you felt like a loser because of it. Her being the kind hearted Marta she is, offered to be your friend and show you around town. Your pesky conscious was starting to bother you because she behaved as geninue as she looked in those photos.

She wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill Harlan like Ransom said. She told you about her family and how she's struggling getting papers for her mother. You couldn't scam her, no matter how hard your tried.

Ransom noticed your change in behavior when he ran into you walking with Marta down the street. He spewed all kinds of hateful things toward her that it made your skin crawl. "Enough," you said but he continued. You didn't think twice when you grabbed his chin roughly and pulled his face down so he was looking at you.

Feeling his jaw clench under your touch, you add, "When I talk to you, I expect you to look at me, Hugh." His ogate eyes narrowed at you and you could feel your heart race in your chest. You were going to hear an ear full later. He pushed your hand away from him and stomped away from you and Marta.

"I can't believe you did that." She says with a chuckle. "No one has stood up to Ransom before," "Why?" "I don't. They're scared of him." "Scared of him or scared of what he can do with his money?" "Both," she answers.

You two enter the cafe and stay there for nearly two hours before you parted ways. You were on your way back to your car when you got a text from Ransom. He was watching you. "My house. Now." He texts. He sent you the address and you drove there soon after.

You barely set a foot in his house when you were pulled inside and pushed against the door. "What the fuck was that?" Ransom grumbles, his hand finding your throat.

"If you wanted Marta to trust me enough to let her into her house, you really think that would happen if I treated you like a decent human being, not like you deserve that anyway." You snark, your hand reaching for the pressure point on his hand.

He hisses as pain shoots up his forearm and pulls away from your throat. "You're not having second thoughts are you?" He asks. "Why would I do that? Could it be because she's actually a decent human being?" "Ha, I knew it. I should have stuck with the guy. Women aren't meant for jobs like these." He snaps.

"Does your fragile ego need more time to shine or are you done?" You taunt. "You bitch," he steps so close that if one of you moves, you would kiss. You push him away and say, "Are you going to kill me or are you going to fuck me? Because I'm ti-" he swallows your words in a fast and desperate kiss.

You could taste the Scotch on his tongue but he pulls away to tear your shirt in half. He did the same thing to your bra and latch onto one of your breasts. You unbuckled your jeans and when you tried to take off your underwear, he stops you. He tears them in half and roughly pulled off his boxers.

He grabbed the back of your neck and spun you around so your ass was pointed towards him. You place your hands on the wall and pressed your back into his warm cable knit sweater.

"Stop," he commands and gives your ass a hard smack. "Ouch, you piece of- oh God," he slams his dick into your pulsing core and rapidly hits a spongey spot, making your eyes roll back.

"What, no smart remark, huh?" He taunts, placing a hand in between yours and thrusting his hips so the tip of his dick is kissing your cervix. A loud yelp leaves your lips and you could feel his breath fanning against your neck. He grips your hair and forces you down as he continued to fuck you harshly.

The knot built in your stomach faster than any time you've had sex before. You throw your head back and let out a soft groan when you come down from your high.

He doesn't pull out of you just yet. He picks you up and turns you around. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he shoves you against the wall and rams into you just as fast as before.

The sounds of his grunts and your soft moans filled the room. He buries his face in your breasts and his thrusts slowed until his cum painted your walls. Then he speeds up once again and you could feel your pussy suctioning his dick. "Fuck," he moans into your neck.

Your body shook with your second orgasm but he doesn't seem to be done with you yet. "O-okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I-" he grabbed your throat to shut you up and walked you into his large bedroom. He pulls out of you to toss you on the bed.

He pulls off his cable knit sweater and tank top. Your pussy flutters when you see how fit his body was and how thick his dick is.

"Come here," he commands, sliding himself between your legs and pushing into you again. "Ransom, I can-" "Come on, just one more." He says, wrapping his hand around your throat.

He brings your legs on his shoulders with one hand and rams into you so hard that your boobs bounce with every thrust. His grip on your hips was hard enough to bruise and your eyes screwed shut when he rubs your clit in hard circles. Stars cloud your vision and you arch your back when your third orgasm hit your like a mack truck.

He pulls out of you and smiles down at his work. "That'll shut you up. I'm going to take a shower. Stay here." "Fuck no," you say, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

"You're going to get me a chance of clothes because you tore mine to shreds like a brute." You add. His eyes travel to your neck and he rests his hands on his hips.

"Okay, I-I'm sorry, but you provoked me." "Bullshit. It's a free country, I can say what I want. It's how you react that matters. And this, is not cute." You say, motioning to the bruising on your neck. He was silent for a moment, biting his lip as his thinks to himself.

"Is there bruising anywhere else?" He asks, breaking the silence. "Doesn't matter," "Did I tear anything in-" "I said it doesn't matter. Just give me some sweats and a t-shirt. "I don't think they'll fit." You send him a glare and he held his hands up in surrender.

"Damn, I.." he scratches the back of his head as he gives you some clothes. "Let me make it up to you," he adds. "No thanks," you put on a t-shirt that ends at your knees.

"I was planning on going to Cancun after our work here. Come with me and I'll buy you anything you want." He explains. "What point of no isn't getting through your head," you scold yourself because your Chicago accent came out.

It comes out when you're really pissed at someone. "What if I raise your pay to $10 million?" "$10 million is not enough to spend a whole week with you. I'll stick to the $4 million." You snark.

"Look, I feel like shit." "Well good for you, I guess. And I don't romantically associate with my clients." You explain, pulling on his sweatpants. No matter how much you pull up the pants, they still sag over your ankles. You look up because you're confused as to why he wants speaking.

He has a smirk tugging on his lips. "What the hell are you smiling at?" "You look cute," you roll your eyes at his commentary. He walks up to you and you stand your ground. "Come on, come with me. What more do you have to lose? You're said you're out of the mob after this job right?"

"So what?" You cross your arms and narrowed your eyes at him. "Fine, I understand. Sorry." You push passed him and grab your car keys and phone to drive back to the hotel. "Our deal is still valid in case you were wondering," you say before slamming the door.

When you see Tucker, you're going to ring his neck out. This must have been some act of revenge against you. But you can't deny the fact that he could make your entire body tremble from just one orgasm. He's still an asshole though.

Later that night you stayed up because you couldn't sleep. Something about what happened at Ransom's house hasn't left your mind. You silently scold yourself for reaching for your phone and sending Ransom a text.

Ransom was in the exact same position as you were. Wide awake and staring at the ceiling, constantly thinking about how you sounded underneath him.

"Make Russia apart of the trip and I'll consider it." Ransom smiles up at his phone at your text. "Done,"

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #smut #chrisevansmut

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