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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Please scream at me!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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After an early morning phone call, your mother insists on coming to town for lunch. You couldn't bear to tell her everything over the phone and frankly, you don't know how much you should tell her. You remember in high school when you were sent home after Kelly Harris dumped mud in your lap, your mother was more irritated to have you home than empathetic.

You watch through the peephole before you sneak out. You haven't slept but you can't be sure Colin hasn't returned. There's enough noise in the building that it's hard to discern who's coming or going.

When you do emerge, you flit quickly to the first floor and dip out, looking over your shoulder for either Colin or his vengeful girlfriend. You get through the lobby without trouble but you're not in the clear. Surely the day holds nothing but trouble, regardless of where it comes from.

You check the time as you wait for the cab. You refer to the text your mother sent before she set out and give the driver the name of the restaurant. You've never been there before and you're certain it's well out of your price range. Another debt for the tally.

This is the last thing you ever wanted. It makes all this drama seem all the more ridiculous. You’re a grown woman and this is what you’ve come to. Back to square one.

You approach the restaurant doors and enter with a sheepish grin. You don’t know that you own anything that wouldn’t be underdressed for this bougie brunch locale. Once more, you look at your phone. Crap, she’s there first. That means you're late even if you agreed on nine.

The hostess shows you to the table where your mother waits. She has her compact out as she touches up her mauve lipstick. She doesn’t acknowledge you or the hostess as you sit. She snaps shut the mirror and sips from her stemmed glass of orange juice.

“About time,” she drawls, “oh, and nice to hear from you after all these months.”

Her eyes finally deign to land on you. You gulp. You should’ve taken the chance of talking to your father but ultimately you know it’s not up to him.

“You’ve been so busy with Geri’s wedding–”

“Don’t try to guilt me for your neglect,” she warns, “you should be happy for your sister. Her fiance is a charming man. You’ve met Colton, haven’t you?”

“Once or twice,” you grumble. Family get togethers weren’t exactly your favourite memories. “I’ve been waiting on my invite–”

“Invite? You’re a bridesmaid. Geri sent out that email months ago. Is this why you weren’t at the fitting?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t get an email.”

“You’re wrong. Certainly, you must be. You and the rest of the girls are bridesmaids. You have to be. And it might be good for you to be involved in a wedding at least once,” she tuts. You don’t miss the jibe. Yeah, not like you have much hope of walking down the aisle.

“I’ll… I’ll call Geri and clear things up,” you say, “how are the others?”

“Well, Maeve is graduating this year. Always exciting. She’s thinking of joining Audrey at her alma mater. And Livia is somewhere in Spain again.”

“Ah, yeah, she sent me some pictures,” you say.

“And you? What are you up to?” She challenges. She’s not genuinely curious.

“Well,” you take a breath, pausing as a server comes to ask what you’d like to drink. You get the same as your mother and peruse the menu.

“Well…” your mother prompts.

“Yeah, um, I…” you shake your head, you can’t even look at her, “I am on leave from work so… not much.”

“Leave? What does that mean?” She hisses.

You feel your eyes tinge. You look at her. Why is she so different to you? Your other sisters can spill all their worries and whims but you, it’s always judgment. You can never do anything right.

“Uh, I thought maybe it might be a good time to–”

“Ah, pardon,” you’re interrupted before you can sputter out the revelation of another failure. You cringe as you recognise Jonathan’s silky lilt. Why? How? Do you even dare questioning fate anymore? “I just, I had to say hello.”

You force a smile and look at him, trying not to falter in front of your mother’s all-seeing gaze. She sits up, and lets out a hum of surprise as she sees Johnathan. Her lashes give a telling flick.

“Hello?” She utters quizzically.

“This must be one of your sisters,” he says as he runs his hand up the sleek lapel of his blue jacket, “very pleased to finally meet you.”

“Sister? Oh, do not flatter me. I am her mother, Eugenia,” she introduces herself with a smug smirk, “and how do you know each other?”

“Uh, oh,” you stutter and send Jonathan a desperate look. Do you tell her you’re his disgraced former employee? Or maybe just business acquaintance. She’s going to know eventually, that’s why you’re here. “Jonathan is–”

“Jonathan Pine,” he introduces himself, “honoured to finally meet you.” He looks at you, arching a brow before turning his attention back to his mother, “you both must be so excited for your elder daughter’s upcoming nuptials?”

“British?” She intones with intrigue.

“You’ve caught me out,” he grins, “your daughter’s been rather helpful in getting me acquainted with this country. Very lovely…” he peeks at you again, “hardly as lovely as her. You’ve raised a rather endearing daughter.”

“You…” she blinks in confusion, sending you another flabbergasted peek, “you and my daughter…” she lets the suggestion hang. Jonathan does too as he gives you an option; come clean or take the bait.

“I was waiting to introduce you at the wedding,” you blurt out, “I… it’s new.” You say, each word jarring as the lies piece themselves together on your tongue, “and I thought,” you look at Jonathan pointedly, “he was out of town.”

“Business trip was canceled, rescheduled to a business breakfast,” he slithers, “I’m meeting Gerry soon,” he checks his watch, “but I will be sure to tell the hostess to put your bill with mine.”

“Oh–” you squeak.

“Oh my,” your mother trills, “you are too kind. That is…” she gapes at you openly, “you… you’re with my daughter. Her?”

He chuckles lightly, “why wouldn’t I be with such a beautiful woman?”

“I didn’t mean– I don’t– I’m very surprised,” she exclaims shrilly, “she never mentioned, but then again, she’s always been so private. So shy. And you seem like such a lovely man.”

“I like to think so, but please, she is not the lucky one,” he preens and steps towards you. He places his hand on your shoulder and bends, grazing his lips across your cheek, “go with it,” he whispers.

You turn your head just as his lips aim for yours. He kisses you and the air leaves the room. Your chest ties tight and your entire body tingles. Oh, wow. You’re too swept up in the sensation of his unexpected kiss that you can’t remember why you were so off-kilter a moment ago.

“Now let me not interrupt further. A mother-daughter reunion,” he puts his hand to his chest, “how sweet.”

He backs away and dips his chin. He turns on his heel and crosses the restaurant as you stare after him. The server approaches and sets your drink in front of you. You drink it in the silence of your mother’s disbelief.

“Well, you’ve done finely,” she says in a stunted cadence, “I… he’s so handsome. And tall. And blond!”

“Mom,” you plead as you nearly choke on the orange juice.

“Well. Even you must realise he’s very… dashing as they’d say in his home country,” she flutters her lashes dreamily, “oh, yes, you must bring him to the wedding. He’ll look wonderful in the photos.”

You wet your lips with your tongue and nod. You look down at the table, still buzzing as your lips warm up. You can’t stop thinking about that kiss. It nips away at the anger that kept you up all night, but hardly solves your anxiety.

You can’t tell your mother you expect to be evicted in the next month or that you lost your job. So what now? How do you untangle the knot that only grows bigger and bigger?

💗

For once, your time with your mom is less than torturous. She keeps her barbs dull enough to leave you only bruised. Her mood is a touch above neutral, which for you, is an accomplishment. You’re content but not entirely at ease. You have a lot to figure out.

You bid her goodbye just outside the patio seating and wave to her as she unlocks her luxury car. You watch until you see her get in and let out a sigh. Shit. Not only do you have Jonathan to worry about, but you don’t expect Colin to be AWOL much longer.

So what do you do? Go home and face the music or call Jonathan and try not to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. It was a nice favour of him to pretend but you don’t want to assume anything. High hopes and stupid girlish fantasies got you into all this.

As you walk along the curb, a short toot draws you to a stop. You turn as the whir of a car window steals your attention and you face the familiar car. Jonathan leans over the passenger seat to see you.

“You’re not going to run away again, are you?” He asks.

You twist your heel into the pavement and bend down. You furrow your brows as that big question needles between them. You can’t lie anymore, you can’t just wait for the truth to come out, you just have to ask.

“How did you know I was here?”

His brows lift and his eyes roll to the side. He gives a guilty grin, “I hope you don’t… misinterpret it but I… staked out your building.”

“What?” You puff out.

“Yes, I know, it sounds very bad. And I won’t claim it was entirely sane but I wanted to see the police take him away after I filed the report. To be sure you were safe and then… I sat stuck in my own head. Wanting to run up those stairs and knock on your door but also terrified you wouldn’t answer,” he shrugs, “and I followed you because I worried you might run into him, but that’s only half the reason…”

You swallow and step closer, “Jonathan, what are you doing?”

“Being crazy,” he lowers his eyes bashfully, “I know, you don’t need two madmen after you.”

You shake your head and reach for the handle. You open the door and get in. He sits back, watching you as you move your purse into your lap. You stare at the dashboard.

“What is going on?” You turn your head and look into his beautiful blue eyes, “what is this?”

“I don’t…” he begins.

“You’re my boss.”

“I was.”

“I never should’ve dragged you into this–”

“I’m so happy you did,” he murmurs.

“Jonathan, please,” you beg, “it’s not right–”

“You quit,” he insists, “so what isn’t right?”

You pout and sit back, turning straight and looking up at the upholstered ceiling of the car. You don’t know what to say. No, you don’t know how to say it. Except…

“I’m stupid.”

“What?” He scoffs.

“I’m stupid because… I’m scared and lost. And I can’t make you follow me through that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Feelings don’t just go, they just get complicated,” you explain, parsing through the stirring in your gut, “I hate Colin, I’m scared to hell of him, but I still… feel some of those things I felt.”

“Oh, but darling,” he reaches over and rests his hand above your shoulder, “I know feelings don’t just go. Mine certainly won’t.”

“Feelings? For me? Are you sure it’s not pity?”

“I only pity myself for how deeply I’ve fallen,” he breathes as you sense him leaning in, “the first day I saw you, I knew. I’ve never been much of a romantic but I have to confess something.”

“What?” You shy away, sensing how close he is.

“I knew how to use the coffee machine,” he admits, “I just needed an excuse.”

“You… did?” You look at him. He’s so much closer than you thought.

“Oh yes, if you hadn’t helped with the machine, I would’ve failed miserably in front of you at making copies. And if that didn’t work, well, I suppose I’d just have to make a mistake in my numbers,” he purrs, “you would’ve helped me, wouldn’t you?”

You quiver out a breath. You want to collapse into him, you want to let him make you forget everything but him, and yet, you’re so afraid. You’re afraid to believe that this could ever be real for you.

He doesn’t let your fear win. His lips are on yours again and that’s all you need. Nothing is left but that moment, the feeling of his mouth on yours, how his hand comes up to frame your jaw and cradle your cheek, his other creeping behind your head as he clings to you desperately. You can’t help by latching onto his collar, diving into his need.

You don’t stop until you're dizzy and breathless. He pulls back, hovering before you, thumb tracing your cheek bone as his other hand tickles your neck. His eyes search you, admire you, you’ve never been looked at like that.

“May I drive you home?” He asks softly, nuzzling your nose with his.

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greenxgloss · 17 days

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haaaiii mootie pie!! i'm here with a lil request :3

so like, i don't have any actual ideas BUT soft fluffy gentle sex with charlie hhrnmmggnghnrhhrnrm 😵‍💫 idk sorry, bye bye mwahh!!

MOOTIE PIE I LOVE THAT AND THE DRAWING this is so cute

Movie Date (Charlie Walker) NSFW

Tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaa @444rockstargf @wildathevrt

Summary: you ask Charlie on a movie date at home and you escalate the moment, unable to hold yourself back Contents: Fem!Reader, NSFW, Use of Y/N, Soft!Dom!Charlie (cuz ik you like that one pooks), unprotected sex, p in v, reader receiving oral

You slipped on your black lace set as you got ready for your date with Charlie. you finally worked up the courage to ask him out knowing he wouldn't make the first move and you planned to put out on the first date of course.

You finished getting ready, sitting in excitement waiting for the clock to hit. and suddenly you heard the knock on your front door. quickly you got the popcorn out and ran to the door to answer it. "Hi!" you exclaimed, your eagerness getting away from you. And you would have been embarrassed if it wasn't for the grin already glued to his face with flowers in his hands. "You sweet boy." you said pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. "Hi." he said, exhaling like he'd been holding his breath and immediately you could tell he was nervous.

"I got some new horror movies for us to watch." you said, bubbly and excited, taking the bouquet from his hands and leading him to the kitchen to search for a vase. "That's actually the sweetest thing." he giggled. all he could do was look at you endearingly like he was staring at his dream girl. "you haven't kissed me yet." he said, holding his hands behind his back like a boy waiting patiently for his turn. you giggled. "in time my sweet boy." you teased, taking his hand and leading him to the living room after putting the flowers in water.

You plugged in the first movie and sat next to Charlie, crossing a leg over his lap and snuggling into him, making sure you jumped into him when a scary scene came on. obviously, you weren't scared you just wanted him to hug you tighter. your hands unconsciously slipped down his waist.

He let out a forced yawn and wrapped his arm around you, causing you to giggle. "you're such a cliche." you told him. "i-is that bad?" he asked, looking down at you. "no I like it, I like the cliche, I like when you touch me." you whispered, causing him to reach around and gently lay his hand on your lower stomach. your breath hitched. "like this?" he asked quietly and you nodded in response as he inched his hands lower. "you know why I haven't kissed you yet?" you asked, getting up and turning to straddle him. "to torture me?" he asked, looking up at you and placing his hands on your hips. "no I just knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself once I started." you told him as you leaned down to kiss him.

You tugged at his shirt and he pulled away to take it off. you sat back and watched him, running your hands down his chest. "God Charlie you're so fine." you whispered. he pulled you in, kissing you softly and sensually, raising the hair on your arms. "Charlie." you spoke. "yeah?" he breathed out. "I need you." You began unzipping his jeans as you began getting undressed. "oh you planned to put out on the first date huh?" he asked almost out of breath eyefucking you in your matching set and it made you more eager, you just wanted to put your hands all over him. "of course I did." you giggled, wiggling out of your jeans. you saw his eyes falter for a moment, thinking you probably did this with most guys. "only for you Charlie." you whispered, getting back on his lap.

Charlie already had a hard on, begging for your gentle hands to wrap around it. you began grinding your hips down and his mouth opened right up. "oh fuck it feels so good, Y/N." he gripped your hips gently, scared to bruise you. charlie leaned in to gently bite down on your neck, leaving hickeys. "brand me, baby. I want to be at school showing people I'm yours." your words tasting like sugar slipping through your lips. though his mouth wasn't on yours, Charlie groaned into your skin at how sweet you tasted. he reached down to pull your panties aside and lifted you to slowly slip himself into your heat.

he craved you so bad, wanting to please you and listen to you whine out his name. This being exactly what you did as it slipped deeper and deeper. "oh Charlie fuck." the sound of your moan pushing Charlie to lightly buck his hip up. "yeah? that feels good? tell me what you want. faster?" he asked, watching you close your eyes in pleasure. "no keep going slow I like it. please please just keep going." you said reaching down and rubbing tight circles on your clit. "that's my job baby let me do all the work." he said, gently pulling away your hand and flipping you on your back now in missionary.

he replaced your hand and began rubbing those quick tight circles while keeping his slow pace. you were now a moaning mess begging him to speed up. "you feel so good Y/N." he said both of you now sweating and feeling your release approach. "I'm- I'm close Charlie." you stuttered as his thrust became sloppy. you gripped the pillow behind you as you felt yourself untangle and melt under his touch. he moaned out, collapsing on your chest.

"you're so beautiful." he let out as you both caught your breath. "and wow you sound just as beautiful." you could hear his smirk as you said this, running your hands through his hair. "speak for yourself loser." you joked. "right I'm the loser but you couldn't kiss me because you wouldn't be able to hold back from fucking." he said looking up at you, leading you to lightly pulling his hair. "watch it pretty boy." you said, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

"Can I.." he trailed off, reaching his hand down to your heat. "UM YES? Be gentle I'm still sensitive" you exclaimed. "I love it when you ask for permission like I'd ever say no." you said, rushing to sit up when he got off you. he spread your legs and kissed up your thighs until he reached your dripping heat. "I'll make sure to do it every time." he said before licking a stripe up your pussy. you let out a quiet moan, your hand flying up to your mouth. "don't cover your mouth baby I wanna hear those sweet moans." he whispered up at you, pulling away. you nodded. he went back down, sucking and gently biting causing your back to arch as you gripped his hair. "oh god it's so good." you whimpered as his tongue dipped into you and before you knew it you spilled your release into his mouth. "you taste so good Y/N." he said, getting up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips, biting his lower lip. "you can have a taste whenever you want, my love." you said, pulling away. the both of you cuddling on the couch the rest of the night, switching the movie over to a romcom and feeding each other popcorn.

there would definitely be more dates.

A/N: i worked a little bit more on this one HOPE YOU LIKED IT ARTIE!!

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bonniebird · 1 month

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Colin Shea- Credit if using

#colin shea #chris evans #whats your number #what's your number #bonniebird

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daylightdreamscape · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS AS COLIN SHEA WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER? (2011)

#chris evans #cevans #evansedit #gifs #movies #whats your number #colin shea #queue

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 8 months

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#love this movie #cute things #my heart #whats your number #chris evans #anna faris #ally darling #colin shea #rom com #romantic comedy #movie #movies #filmedit #filmedits #gif #gifs #gifset #love

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annislittleshopofhorrors · 10 months

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What's your number - Colin Shea (Part 1)

#gifs by me #chris evans #colin shea

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americanass1981 · 5 months

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Chris Evans as Colin Shea in What's your number

#chris evans #cevans #colin shea #what's your number

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cottagecheese1 · 2 months

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Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

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Chris Evans as Colin Shea in What’s Your Number, 2011

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Crushed 16

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Surpreez!

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All dread washes away as you're swept up in the rush. The drive home quickly becomes a fleet, entangled scramble to the front door. Jonathan pushes you against the front door, crushing his lips to yours as you desperately search your bag for your keys.

“Please,” you rasp as you turn your head, “I can't–”

“Sorry, darling,” he pulls away breathlessly, “I can't help myself.”

“Just…” you can barely tell him to wait. Adrenaline courses through you, you really think it’s going to happen. This is real, someone really wants you.

You grasp your keys and pull them out, jingling them in victory as Jonathan steps back. You turn to shove them in the slot as his hand tickles up and down your back. A shiver rolls up your spine and radiates across your muscles. You open the door and he grabs it above your head, trailing you closely as you hurry inside.

You giggle, unable to withhold your brimming giddiness. You scurry to the stairs as he follows, tugging at you, touching you any chance he has, like a game of cat and mouse. You can’t get a few steps ahead before he’s on you again.

As you approach your door, he covers your hand with his. He takes the keys from you gently and unlocks the door himself. You look up at him as he nudges the door open, flush to your back as he urges you inside. You turn to face him as you enter, pulling him in by the lapels of his suit.

He stumbles with you, the keys hitting rhe floor in a jangle as he kicks the door shut right before he scoops you up. You squeak and let him, giving a little hop before wrapping your legs around him. Your lips lock onto each other again, your hands roving over his shoulders and around his head. Your fingers comb into his hair as you’re desperate for more. More of him. All of him.

He staggers against the wall, shielding you with his arm around you. He crushes you against the platter as he moans into your mouth. A fire scourges over you. Not just your own need, but his. You can feel how much he wants you. A wholly intoxicating sensation you’ve never known before.

He parts, leaning his forehead against yours, breathless as his blue colour your existence.

“Darling,” he keeps you aloft as he nuzzles your nose with his, “shall I go on?”

You bite your lip and nod, drawing him back to you with a hum. He chuckles as your mouths meet once more. He moves you away from the wall, continuing his slow but deliberate advance into your apartment.

He carries you blindly with him, grunting as his leg hits the end table, jostling you as he angles around, entwined in you fully. He sidles along the couch and lowers you onto the cushions. You land with a gasp, pulling back from him again.

You gaze up at him as he holds himself over you. You keep your legs around him, your hands feeling the tension in his neck. In that moment it's as if you're both trapped in the same cloud of disbelief. You flutter your lashes and look away shyly, the words crawling from your throat without permission.

“I never…” you swallow as your cheeks burn, “oh, gosh, I'm sorry, but I've never…” you rolls your eyes back against your embarrassed tears and laugh at yourself, “Jonathan…” you murmur, unable to force the confession out.

“I don't mind if you don't,” he slides his arm under your neck, holding himself up on his elbow as he tilts his body over yours, “we don't… tell me if it's too much, fawn, I will hear you.”

You flick your hot eyes and look at him. His irises blaze as he admires you, his fingers tracing along your cheek. He leans in, his breath dancing on your lips, “I am in no hurry,” he assures you before closing the distance.

You dissolve into him as he coaxes you easily. His hand tickles along your throat, thumb pressing just so to elicit a razing heat across your skin. He delves further, plucking open the front of your blouse.

You tremble and his lips drag along your cheek. You hold your breath as he bares your chest, button by button. His lips graze your ears as his timbre rises in a silty rasp, “is that alright?”

You can only let out a squeak and nod. You swallow the lump in your throat and run your hand down his arm, “yes.”

He purrs and lets his fingers dance beneath the fabric, shyly exploring the thin pad of your bra, “and this?”

You hum and eke out another affirmation. He kisses your cheek and your jaw as he follows your encourage, gently cupping you as his thumb feels the tender flesh along the top of the cotton. You arch your back as your hand trails up his arm and you pull at the strained fabric of his jacket.

“What is it?” He nibbles your earlobe between words, “what do you want?”

“Off,” is all you can manage.

He laughs again. It isn't mocking or mighty, more so endearing. He slips his hand from beneath your shirt and lifts his shoulder. He raises himself on one elbow, awkwardly freeing one arm then leaning over to shed the other sleeve. His jacket drops to the floor as you eye his throat above his shirt collar.

“All of it?” He goads and you look him in the face as he winks.

Your breath escapes you as your lust mingles with horror at being caught, “your shirt…”

“As you wish,” he sits up on the edge of the couch, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping it from his broad shoulders. He lets it fall with his jacket.

He comes to face you again, lowering himself onto his side next to you as you roll to meet him. He balances on the edge as you hover a hand before his chest, marveling at the muscle. You feel suddenly very inadequate.

“Are you sure?” You peer up at him.

He smiles and strokes his finger under your chin, “are you?”

You close your eyes and take a breath, giving permission not only to him but yourself, “yes, I'm sure.”

He presses his lips to yours and you quickly sink back into the moment. You feel the world shift as he subtly moves you over him, laying flat beneath you. Your stomach meets his bare skin as your shirt slumps down your arms, restraining you.

You move your legs to straddle him and sit up, irritated by the shirts flapping tails. You shrug it away and swipe it over the coffee table. As you look down at Jonathan, his fingertips brush up your stomach as his eyes drink you in.

That look! It drives you crazy. How can he look at you like that?

You let your deepest yearning get the best of you. The years of longing, of loneliness, of curiosity. You run your hands up his torso and back down, taking in every inch of lean muscle. His hands frame your hips as he watches your exploration.

“I must insist,” he sits up suddenly as you slide your hands up to his shoulders, “ladies first.”

Confusion sparks but can't catch as he lurches you suddenly onto your back. He's on you again, his mouth following his hand as he dotes on you; cheek, jaw, neck, chest, a steady but patient descent. Your stomach clenches as he lingers along your chest, his hand crawling beneath you, swiftly, almost expertly unhook your bra.

You gasp as he lifts his head. You let the straps slacken and nod at him. Yes, please, keep going. He doesn’t need more than that. He frees your arms one at a time from the straps and unveils your chest. You resist the urge to hide. He’s the first to see you.

He bows his head and goes back to his worship. That’s exactly what it feels like. As if he’s enshrined in some sacred mission. He kisses between your tits, fondling one side, then the other, pecking along the soft skin, teething, teasing. You feel the plucking as the pressure pinpoints between his lips, drawing on your nipples.

You look down at his head, bent as his shoulders hunch. The sight is electrifying. He purrs as he drags his lips lower, down your stomach, once more nipping and kissing along his path. He gets to the top of your pants and bites the fabric with a growl. He tilts his head to peek up at you.

You watch him. He picks open your fly as you lay enshrined in his delight. He eases the fabric down, sliding his hand beneath your ass as he urges your pants lower and lower. He sits on his heels as he untangles your ankles, knocking your flats off as he does.

He’s quickly back to his mission. He buries his face against your pelvis, nosing your cotton panties as he feels along the scalloped trim. You shiver as his breath dampens the fabric and seeps through to your skin.

“More?” He asks, the movement of his lips stealing a moan from you.

“Please,” you gulp and brace the back of the couch, fighting to rein in your nerves. As much as you want it, you’re scared. What if there’s something wrong with you? What if you don’t taste right?

He rolls down your panties, peppering kisses along your pelvis as he uncovers you. You squeeze your thighs together. He lets his fingers wander down your legs and prods with his thumbs, easing them apart as you surrender. He hums as his eyes fall and he pushes himself back on his knees, bending to hover his head above your pelvis.

He kisses the tuft of hair and you wince. He does it again and you let out another moan. A third time and he lets his tongue glide down between your folds. You squeal at the cool sensation. It’s so different and new and strange, but wonderful. What’s more, you feel yourself, wet and wanting for him, mingling with him as he delves into you.

A growl rolls up his throat and through you as he tastes you. His tongue swirls around your bud, setting a new fire alight. You arch your back further, gulping as your arm shoots down unthinkingly. You tug at his hair, clutching a silky shank as you beg him wordlessly.

He laps you up. Slowly at first, then faster, more fervently, as if he is just as desperate as you. He breathes into you as his fingers tickle up your thigh. Your other leg falls over the edge of the couch and you’re splayed completely. Your hand drifts down and you grip his shoulder as you curl and whine.

You puff out as a sudden wave of hot and cold swallows you up. Your body quakes as an orgasm unlike any you’ve had before sweeps you into a tide of spasms and twitches. Your voice drones out of you uncontrollably as you succumb to the sheer pleasure coursing from him into you.

He edges along your lips with his fingers, poking and rubbing, spreading your ecstasy around. He prods a single finger at your entrance, dipping in just a little, then pulling back. He repeats the motion, in and out, each time a little further till he's buried to his knuckle.

He turns his hand, tongue still diligent, matching his own pace as he finds another knot to untangle. You moan and pant, shaking as another climax crashes down, muscles vibrating and veins fiery. You drift into the afterglow, eyelids fluttering as your head swims with joy.

He reluctantly drags his hand away from you and raises himself on his knees. You watch him dreamily as he grins and bends over you again. He kisses you on the mouth, leaving your own flavour on your lips. He groans, his hips jerking as if not of his own volition. He cradles your cheek and rests his forehead on yours.

“More?” He repeats.

You whisper, “yes” and pull him to kiss you again. A long, needful kiss to say ‘never enough.’

When you part, he rises over you. He stands, eyes stuck to you as he works at unbuckling belt. Once it's undone, he seems to disemble. He fumbles with his fly and staggers as he tries to untangle his feet. He laughs at himself as he stops to untie his shoes and kick them off. He peels away his socks before finally stepping out of his rumples trousers.

You can't help but giggle too. The thought of him being just as excited, even as nervous, as you is comforting. He stands in only his briefs, bulging with expectation as he looks down his body. Wow.

He hooks his thumb under the elastic and pulls it out. You watch, spellbound as he rolls them down and he springs free unrestrained. He's unabashed by his own desire as he lets the fabric fall free.

He kicks away his briefs and comes closer. You're surprised as he takes your hand, moving it to his dick as it bobs above you. It's not so much lewd as it is assuring. He lets you feel him, guiding you up and down as he shudders in response. You squeeze and shift on the cushions.

You let him go and he kneels between your legs. He brings his hand to your pelvis, rubbing your cunt, spreading your lips, stoking a new flow. He angles his body down over yours, keeping his fingers along your folds.

He looks you in the eye as as he tilts his hips, pausing as you stare back wideyed. He kisses your lips and lingers just above them, “still sure?”

“Yes,” you answer a bit too quickly.

He moves closer and presses his tip along your folds. He drags himself up and down, wetting his head before stopping at your entrance. You hold your breath as he pushes, just a little. He does just as he did before, inching in then rearing back, then deeper, not to much. Patient but fervent.

He sinks into halfway. You groan at the strain in your walls. He presses his lips to your forehead as his voice rumbles in his throat. He rocks, further and further. You bend yournlegs around him, an arm draped behind his neck as you stretch the other down, touching his hip as he bottoms out.

You hiss out and he tries to pull back, “less?”

You shake your head and grit your teeth, reaching further to grope his ass, holding him deep even as tears prick. It's not pain, though theres a dull weight in your core, it's something else. Fear. Of losing this moment. Of never feeling this way again.

“More,” you moan, “please, more.”

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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I love you 3000 writing bonanza!

I’ve hit 3000 followers!!!

Now if you remember a while ago I asked how you guys would like to celebrate and this is what I’ve come up with! If you remember my 2.5k Followers Writing Challenge and Exchange its kinda similar to that but I’ve made some improvements!

What is going to happen is I am going to open up my askbox/dms for requests!

To make this manageable and allow me to complete as many as possible I will only be accepting requests in these following forms:

1) A question about a character or series

For example: How would X characters feel about Y character doing XYZ?

2) A What If…. For one of my series

For example: What If the character for X series met 10 years prior

3) A request using a maximum of 3 of the prompts below (the list is hella long so I’ve put it below the cut!)

For Example: Ari Levinson / Mob AU / You won’t get away so easy

If I receive a request that does not fall into one of these three categories then I will not fulfill it!

And because I like for everyone to be able to get involved if you yourself are a writer/want to give writing a go and you like any of the below prompts feel free to use them (the max of 3 doesn’t apply to you guys) all I ask is that you tag me, use the hashtag Niamh Loves You 3000, use appropriate warnings and let me know which ones you’re using so I can keep my eye out!

If you are writing a fic using the below prompts I ask you to follow these rules:

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality!

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

No word limit! If it’s over 500 please use the read more function!

All the prompts are below the cut, remember its a max of three, but you can mix and match as you like so the possibilities are endless!

Characters:

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Curtis Everett

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ransom Drysdale

Any other Chris Evans character

Trope:

Fake Dating

Only One Bed

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Cuddling for warmth

Trapped together

Mistaken Identity

One night only

Love Triangle

Fated Mates

Childhood Sweethearts

Grumpy x Sunshine

Forbinned Love

Forced Proximity

WILDCARD! (You can pick an Trope not listed!)

AU:

A/B/O AU

Mob AU

Sports team AU

College AU

Emergency Service AU

(Medieval) Royalty AU

(Modern) Royalty AU

Pornstar AU

Fairytale / Fantasy AU

Biker AU

Soulmate AU

Band/Musician AU

WILDCARD! (You can pick an AU not listed!)

Dialogue:

"I told you not to touch that"

"I'm tired of answering that question"

"Why didn't they come?"

"I'm so sick of pretending everything's okay"

"don't just stand there! do something!"

"do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

"is there a problem here gentlemen?"

"what on earth happened here?"

"there's blood everywhere"

"Get in the van!"

"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks."

"I may be a terrible dancer, but I've got great moves in bed."

"I'm not high maintenance; I'm just low tolerance for mediocrity."

"I love the sound of your voice and the way you say my name."

"Being with you feels like coming home."

“You're not the person I thought you were."

"I never imagined my life without you."

"I never got to say goodbye."

"I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own."

"Oh, don't worry about being late. We'll just sit here and wait for you forever."

"I'm sorry. Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Why do you always insist on seeing the worst in people?"

"It's not my fault you can't handle the truth."

"You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want."

"You think you're better than me, but you're not."

"I'll use anyone I need to achieve my goals."

"You've made a huge mistake, and now you're going to pay for it."

"Don't you realize how much you've hurt everyone around you?"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"don't you dare go slow"

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow"

"move and you won't be coming tonight"

"hands behind you're back"

"Beg for it"

"you can take it, you've done it before"

"I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"do you think you deserve a reward/punishment?"

"show me how much you missed me"

"Are you holding back? don't"

"shall we put your mouth to better use?"

"Slowly, I'm not going anywhere"

"I said I'd take care of you"

"Please, I can't sit still"

So there’s absolutely so many to pick from covering fluff, comedy, angst and smut 😉 don’t forget to follow the rules I’ve set out above!!

I love you all 3000 🩵🩵🩵

#NiamhCelebrates #Niamh Loves You 3000 #Writing Event #writing challenge #request info #chris evans #andy barber #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #jake jensen #steve rogers #colin shea

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