#jake wyler imagine

[imyourbratzdoll]

What about a request where Jake W. Finds himself horny when his nerdy wearing a mini skirt

hey baby! I hope you like this!

this is the same universe as my other fics on jake wyler having a nerdy girlfriend.

summary - you decide to try a new outfit, and it's safe to say your boyfriend approves.

warning - mentions of being horny, cock, swearing, public behaviour.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Jake shifts in his chair, eyes widening as his gaze lands on you. His nerdy girlfriend, who usually wears baggy oversized clothes, walks in wearing a dark blue/black mini skirt with white stripes, a matching tight blouse, and black mary janes on your feet, making your legs look longer. Jake’s mouth hangs wide open as you walk toward him, a cute little smile on your face. “Hey, Jakey. Why’s your mouth open?” 

Jake blinks, eyes moving up and down your body, feeling his cock twitch as a bulge forms in his pants. “Baby… You look… Fucking hot.” He practically whines, his hands coming up and gripping your hips, spinning you around so he can also look at the back of you. He smirks as he sees how short the skirt is at the back and decides to cup your arse. “Damn. Making me so fucking horny with this outfit, baby. I think you deserve a shopping trip, my treat… Get more of these lovely clothes.” He groans, massaging your cheeks in his large hands. 

“Jake! We’re in public!” You whine, feeling your knickers dampen. You look back and down at your horny boyfriend, and your hand comes up and pushes your glasses up. 

“So,” He shrugs. “If you didn’t want me to react like this, baby. You shouldn’t have worn this. My girlfriend is so goddamn hot.” Jake chuckles as he slaps your arse, and you squeal, your cheeks heating up as some heads turn. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[upindreamland]

Obvious - Chris Evans

Chris Evans x fem!victoria secret model reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Request: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans (fluff)

Italics mean flashback

Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

AN: I hope you like it. I tried my best to mention the model aspect of it so I hope it’s what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so it’s not the best…)

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Y/N'S POV

Once I got inside our house, I let out a long sigh while finally being able to put down my bags. Taking in the scene around me, it looked exactly the same as Chris and I left it before our trip. Deciding to leave my suitcases near the front door I made my way up to our bedroom. Knowing how I needed time to relax, Chris dropped me off and went to buy some groceries for this week. 

Once I made it to the bedroom, I changed out of my airport clothes and into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Laying on my side of the bed, I decided to scroll through Twitter to waste some time before Chris got home. While scrolling, one tweet caught my eye:

Wondering exactly what they were talking about I clicked on the replies. One reply had attached the clip:

Seeing the way Chris was looking at me made me fall in love with him even more. Since the beginning of my career, I thought that if I were to date someone, they would only see the Victoria Secret Model side of me. I was scared that they wouldn’t accept the other parts of me that weren’t the perfect model they see in public. I’m glad that I was able to find someone who has looked at me the same way as he did when he first saw me all those years ago. I was getting flashbacks to a scenario just like this - the time when Chris and I first met. 

I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous person’s house that I didn’t even know. There were still a good amount of people around me but not as many as there were inside. Looking up at the sound of someone clearing their voice I’m shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when “Not Another Teen Movie” came out. 

“Is this seat taken?” Chris said pointing to the seat next to me. 

Recovering from my shock I shake my head no. 

“You don’t know the host either huh?” He asked. 

“Was it that obvious?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up. 

“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?” 

“You… You know my name?” 

“I mean yeah why wouldn’t I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know me…”

“Who said I knew you?”

“Oh darling don’t act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.”

“Oh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

“I never said that!”

The rest of the night went by super fast. Chris and I just sat there talking about everything and anything. It was relieving talking to someone who understood the craziness of being young and becoming famous so quickly.

Feeling my phone buzz I looked down to see that my manager was texting me to remind me that I had a shoot tomorrow and I should head back home soon. Feeling disappointed that I would have to end our conversation I looked up at Chris and said

“Sorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.”

Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that. 

Before I could figure it out he responded with: “Oh okay. Bye”

Waiting to see if he would say anything else, he went to open up his mouth but quickly closed it. When he opened it again he said, “Hope to see you again soon”

And with that I walked away. Not knowing when I would be able to see him again.

The next day my best friend texted me a link to an article. Opening it up I was surprised to see my name along with Chris’ name on the title. Scanning through the article there was a recording of Chris and I last night at the party. Some time during our conversation someone recorded Chris and I talking to each other. More specifically it was me talking about whatever and Chris looking at me with so much adoration. Feeling bummed knowing that I wouldn’t be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot. 

While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didn’t know why at the time but while I was about to open the door, I got nervous. Turns out that this coffee shop was going to be the place where my relationship with Chris would start. 

When I opened up the door, I was immediately struck with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Ordering my drink and sitting down to wait, a shadow came over me. Looking up I was shocked.

“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.

“Definitely, I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.” I responded.

“Oh you've been thinking of me?” He said with a small smirk forming on his face.

Rather than trying to explain it to him, I decided to pull my phone out and show the article my friend sent me. 

“Oh wow I didn’t know I was that obvious”. He responded after the video was over.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Well for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldn’t help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.”

I was speechless.

“Then, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. I’ve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, I’m not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if you’re up for it go out on a date with me?”

I was even more speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and handed him my phone. When he handed it back to me I didn’t know what to say. I went to respond but was pulled out of the moment when my phone started ringing with my manager's name on the screen. Sending him a disappointed smile I promised to text him and answered the phone call.

Ever since then, it’s been history. 

“Y/N?”

Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me. 

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.”

“Uh oh. What happened this time?” Chris asked, worry written all over his face.

“Nothing bad this time. It’s just a clip of you at the show.”

“Oh really. Let me see.”

Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Huh I guess I’m still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.” Chris said.

Now it was my turn to blush. I was at a loss for words once again. Through the ups and downs of both of our careers - like not seeing each other for weeks on end due to both of our busy schedules, - he has still stuck by my side and supported me no matter what. He still looks at me with that same type of adoration he had the first time we met at the party. I couldn’t have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.

“Come on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.”

I will never fall out of love with this man. 

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it’s all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.

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[onsunnyside]

This thot just popped into my head: Frat bros! Jake Wyler and Johnny Storm 😍🤤

Imagine those to together, both star football players, stubborn, huge egos that's not the only thing that's huge, and have definitely shared women in the past 👀 I can see them being best friends but also having a low-key rivalry or something

Maybe they start chasing after reader not knowing that they're both interested in the same girl?

- 🦔

I found this in my drafts from my #underrated daddy party 🫡🫡

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"She's already here, I didn't have the chance to tell her I was gonna be late."

"Me too." Jake huffs, unable to stand still as he searches for you. "Hope she isn’t too upset.”

Two pairs of blue eyes land on you from across the park, you're clad in a short skirt and the college hoodie, helping to decorate a booth.

"There she is." The friends chorused at the same time, roughly bumping shoulders when they try to walk to you. They turn to each other, mirroring confuses frowns. "That's her?" “That’s my girl?” “No fucking way she’s yours—”

As if on cue: "There you guys are! I've been looking for you both all day!" You beam, wrapping your arms around them, or trying to—they were both towers packed with muscles. "I thought I'd have to take your place at the kissing booth."

Over their fucking dead bodies.

"Sorry... I got caught up with practice." Jake murmurs.

Behind your back, they exchange glares, silently arguing about what the hell is happening. This was kicked-in-the-damn-balls ridiculous.

"Thanks again for helping with the fundraiser. I know you both have other things to do, but y'know, having the football co-captains be the face of a kissing booth is bound to bring in more people."

"Right," is all Jake manages, but Johnny is quick to swoop in. "No problem, babe, I still owe you for those exam notes."

Jake bites back a scowl, and counteracts by wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close. "Are you going to be one of our customers today?"

"Oh, I don't know..." You answer, looking anywhere but the six-foot tall men crowding you. "I don't want to make things weird."

"It won't be." They can’t seem to stop saying things at the same fucking time.

"C'mon, it's for charity. Do you want all the vulnerable animals to… uh, get upset?”

Jake was a dumbass, and Johnny has never been more thankful for that. He leans down, a smirk set on his face.

"You want all of them to be packed into overcrowded shelters? And get sick? I didn't peg you to be a puppy and kitten hater.”

"I'm not!” You pout, hearing your name from the other side of the park. As the main organizer for the fundraiser, you've been running around all day. "Ugh, fine! But only when it's over and you guys aren't kissed to death.”

#underrated daddy party #johnny storm #jake wyler #sonny drabbles #johnny storm x reader #jake wyler x reader #johnny storm fanfic #Jake wyler fanfic #jake wyler fanfiction #johnny storm fanfiction #johnny storm drabble #jake wyler drabble #johnny storm x reader x jake wyler #jake wyler x reader x johnny storm #🦔 anon

[georgiapeach30513]

Imagine you being an actress and shoot a romance scene with Chris and you FEEL how excited he gets, while you make out in front of the camera 😵‍💫

We could always ask Mia Kirshner, it happened to her in real life while they were filming Not Another Teen Movie 😉

So did Jake Wyler really want to sleep with his sister? That’s the question.

#not another teen movie #jake wyler

[hettiesworld]

Jeremy Renner

Coast

I'm Just Ken

Oodie-Boogie

Every Woman (Female OFC) | She's a Fire (sequel to Every Woman)

Music Sounds Better With You - 1 | 2 | 3

I... Don't Like Coffee (Female OFC)

Incredible Eyes

Trouble (Sheriff!Jeremy)

Imagine: Attending a Jeremy concert without knowing it's him...

Run To You (professor!Jeremy) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

bad idea right? (Female OFC)

Jeremy song fics masterlist

Clint Barton

I Need Therapy

Hide and Seek

Rise Up (Clintasha)

Mike McLusky

Sacrifice (male OFC)

Come as You Are (female OFC)

Chris Evans

I Recommend a Daddy

Pity Party

Lessons in Love

Other Jeremy characters

Unnamed [renamed it No Lie] (William Brandt)

Runaway (You and I) (Jerry Pierce) - 1 | 2

The Riddle (Penn) - 1 | 2

Waking the Witch (Non-Vampire!Penn)

I Am The Law (Brian Gamble)

The Bodyguard (William Brandt)

War and Peace (And Love) (Sergeant James) - 1 | 2

Kids (Mark "Dags" D'Agastino)

Misc characters/actors

Band of Gold (Lance Tucker)

Orange Juice (Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood) - 1 | 2 [DISCONTINUED]

Walking on the Moon (Ian Donnelly/James Mace/Chris Beck) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Perception and Mischief (Loki Laufeyson) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Soldat? (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)

Knowing Me, Knowing You (Jake Jensen)

When The Party's Over (Ransom Drysdale)

Invisible Touch (human!Vision)

S Is For... Something Else? (Andy Barber)

Quarantined (Avengers cast) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Unnamed (Charles Xavier)

You Got Me Twisted (Ransom Drysdale)

Say So (Colin Shea)

Class Fight (Kyle - The Perfect Score)

Tainted Love (Jake Wyler)

The Distance (John Doe - Twisted Metal series)

Asks

Will Brandt headcanon - Patching each other up after a fight

Chris Evans headcanon - Taking care of you after a rough day

Hansel headcanon - Going on a witch hunt with Hansel

Fic request - Jeremy and the reader on a Zoom call in quarantine

Ransom headcanon - Falling in love for the first time

Fic request - Cornelia Street (Steve Rogers)

Ransom headcanon - Mean daddy with naive!reader

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[jupitercomet]

i cant wait for jake and peach to have their own little baby - in my mind jake is a girl dad and he loves their kids (and peach ofc) more than anything.

but at the same time i feel like he would be such a good boy dad and raise him to be the biggest swiftie ever

but bradley and their child deffo have the same relationship as nick and ruth - cause best tv dynamic ever.

'before you i was his babygirl'

AND ANOTHER THOUGHT

PEACH IS THE BIGGEST SWIFTIE!! I can imagine the boys baking her a red velvet cake for when red tv comes out (this was def jakes idea + baking the cake would also serve as a thank you cause my girl peach is always baking - she needs a break) and they all listen to it together - and bradley REFUSES to watch any jake gyllenhall movies for the next four months and mickey goes

'tay shouldve known his name is jake - a dogs name"

and my boi jake is like '......'

and whenever peach goes thru a break up she plays the last time, sad beautiful tragic and atw. and after neil those were deffo on repeat and each time the boys heard that song they would deffo go into action mode

I haven't really thought about Jake and Peach having kids, I think honestly Bradley, Mickey, and Javy are their kids lmao, but Bradley would definitely have a Nick/Ruth relationship if they did have kids

and I don't know if I've said this, or if you just live inside my brain but Peach is literally the biggest Swiftie and (no spoilers) we'll see some of that in season two. tbh all of them are Swifties, like we know that both Jake and Bradley are aware of John Mayer and Taylor Swift so they've cared about miss blondie since before they met Peach. when the atw short film came out, Peach was like "wait do I need to explain—" "we know!"

also them bullying Jake about his name 😭 first Jake Wyler now Jake Gyllenhall, my man cannot catch a break

and Peach definitely listens to lots of Taylor Swift during break ups but she'll also listen to those songs anyway because they're bops so what really sets the boys off is that she's watching Not Another Teen Movie they have a group chat that's just "CODE RED CODE RED"

#tdbj— asks #what's up doc

[royalsweetteaa]

Hey

I just wanna ask would you ever consider adding more of CE characters in your HCs in future…

You know I love your HC perspective and would want more of his characters may be in them

Bye bye

😘😘😘

I mean, there aren’t many good characters left? 😂 (jk, jk)

Originally thought of adding Colin Shea from ‘What’s your number’, but after a thorough consideration I turned the idea down because to me he’s basically a sweeter version of Johnny and without powers.

Colin’s SO FUCKING PRETTY but it’s so easy to just imagine him as Johnny in these scenes. He’s a matured version of Johnny basically. Still love him tho as a rom com character. 🥰

Also I unironically like Jake Wyler. But I’m unfortunately not motivated to include him.

Side note, I used to read some dark fics with Jake before I ever considered writing here myself and I love them so much, — Here’s a few of these that came to mind and I recommend because they are so good:

Teddy bear - dark!Jake Wyler x Christian!reader by @stuckysdumbbitch

Peaches & cream - dark!soft!Jake Wyler x reader by @mypoisonedvine

I really like Lloyd Hansen but I have yet to be really attracted to the character to the point where I’m actually interested in writing him so…we’ll see? I’ve given him one special appearance in a HC so I might continue with that of adding him as a bonus character.

Nick Gant is so sweet from what I’ve seen, I want to see the movie with him because I bet I’ll love him. Maybe I’ll add him if I like him enough. ;)

Saw ‘fierce people’ with Bryce Langley recently and considered on making a fic with him or add him to some dark upcoming HCs because he is like…perfect dark fic source material. He’s so fucked up and I’m ashamed to say I find him kind of hot…if we ignore the specific things he did. But idk I have mixed feelings. Let me know if I should.

Otherwise —

I haven’t seen the movies with Lucas Lee, Robert Pronge or Curtis Everett (not interested in seeing them either), already made up my mind on not writing Mike Weiss because he’s based on a real person and that bothers me a bit, I don’t really care for Frank Adler (sorry, haha), and lastly while it’s a good movie Chris directed and playing the character Nick Vaughan, the character himself is bland to me, I’m sorry. 😭

Hope that clears up my thoughts and status of other CE characters, tho I’m curious which specific characters you were hoping I’d add @elle14-blog1 👀

#elle14-blog1 #cevans characters hcs #cevans characters #colin shea #lloyd hansen #nick gant #bryce langley #chris evans x reader

[starryevermore]

forbidden fruit ✧ jake wyler

masterlist | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

pairing: stepdad!jake wyler x stepdaughter!reader

summary: jake didn’t think he could fall victim to temptation, until he saw you. 

word count: 1,378

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, one-sided stepdad/stepdaughter relations (jake lusting after his stepdaughter), male masturbation (to the thought of his stepdaughter), reader is over the age of 18 (roughly mid-20′s), age gap (jake is roughly late-40′s to early-40′s), not proofread, this probably isn’t very good lmao

note: as stated in my request faqs, i don’t write stepcest. however, i'm making an exception to this rule because i wanted to explore jake’s inner turmoil in realizing his attraction to his stepdaughter without him ever taking any steps to act on such a taboo. i will not go further than this. do not send any requests asking to see him act on his desires. any such requests will not be responded to and promptly deleted. 

Jake hadn’t thought much of you when he married your mother. You weren’t around much. You were going to college, lived on campus, and spent most of your days either studying or out with your friends. He only ever caught glimpses of you when you came back for winter and summer breaks (you opted to go on trips to Miami with your friends during spring breaks). Hell, he barely even saw you at the wedding. If you hadn’t been a member of bridal party, he might have forgotten you existed entirely. 

But now he was painfully aware of your existence. You had just gotten your Master’s Degree and you’d been living at his and your mother’s home while you searched for a job. Your mother had said it would only be a few weeks, tops. But that was a hopeful estimate. The job market was competitive, and finding a job in your desired field was proving more difficult than expected. You’d barely gotten any interviews since your graduation. Jake was half-convinced that you’d be living with them forever. 

That thought was once something he feared. And, yet, now...He wasn’t so sure.

There was something about you being home more often that had him looking at you differently. He was becoming more and more aware of the beautiful, intelligent young woman you were. He wondered if he had a type. Janey was beautiful and smart. His girlfriends in college were beautiful and smart. Your mother was beautiful and smart. 

Was that why things were changing for him? Or was there something more to it? Was it how your eyes twinkled when you spoke about something you were passionate about? The way you didn’t stand down when you knew something was right? How you tried to do right, even when it was hard? 

Or was it just because he knew he couldn’t have you?

You had just come back from a job interview. You were dressed professionally, in a grey blazer and pencil skirt and red blouse. You had left the house earlier looking excited, confident. Now, you looked like someone kicked a puppy. 

He watched you, from the living room, nursing a beer, as you trudged into the house. “How’d it go?” he asked. 

“Fucking horribly,” you grumbled. “They just, ugh. They spent more time eyeing me like I was a piece of meat than asking me questions about my qualifications.”

Jake took a moment to look over at you, his breath catching in his throat as he saw you bent over in the foyer, struggling to pull off your shoe. Wait. Why did he...No. Okay. This was nothing. Nothing weird was happening here.

“Well, you wouldn’t want to work at a place like that anyways,” he said. 

“Yeah, but I know you and Mom are dying to get me out of your hair. I, I don’t know. I’ll probably have to get a job that’s not what I want. Flip burgers all day or stock shelves or something.”

“Hey, now, don’t be like that. You’re gonna get the job you want soon enough,” he said. “And even if you don’t, you’re not bothering us to be here.”

“You don’t have to lie, you know,” you said. “It’s whatever. I’ll figure it out. But, I think I’m just gonna turn in for the night.”

“It’s two in the afternoon—”

“And I’m tired. Thanks, though, for the nice words. I’ll appreciate them when I’m not in such a sour mood.”

You walked away, going up the steps to your bedroom. And, though he didn’t mean to, he watched you disappear to the second floor, his eyes trained on your ass as you walked. But the spell you had over him washed away the second you were out of sight, as if it never really happened at all. 

Except, well, it wasn’t exactly gone. No, he saw you in a different light now. No longer could he just ignore your presence in his home. No, he was painfully aware of your existence, and the...attraction? he was experiencing. 

He didn’t understand it. He wasn’t convinced he wanted to understand it. He just knew that something had changed. It was like he suddenly knew what the fuck his family was on when his dad was trying to get him to sleep with his own mother when Priscilla broke up with him. Why his sister was so obsessed with him, why she always tried to get him into bed with her. There was something so alluring about something so wrong. And you, you were his forbidden fruit, and he was dying to have just a little taste of you. 

He tried to push it to the side, though. Forget about it. He was married. Perhaps not happily, but he was married. But the thing about pushing feelings to the side was, eventually they’re going to come roaring to the surface. And he was never going to be prepared for that.

It was the end-of-summer-pool-party his wife, your mother, insisted on throwing. He thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but she insisted that it was a neighborhood tradition and that it was their year to host. So, begrudgingly, he stood at the grill, looking out at everyone hanging around his backyard, trying his damned hardest to not grumble under his breath. 

“Say, Y/N’s single, ain’t she?” one of the neighbors, some husband of your mother’s friend from the country club. 

“Why?” Jake asked. “Lookin’ for an upgrade? ‘Cause you better look elsewhere.”

“Nah. My boy’s single, fresh out of law school. Actually just got a nice job down at Barber’s firm,” he said. “Was thinkin’ of settin’ them up together.”

Jake couldn’t stop himself from looking at you, the strange feeling of jealousy bubbling up in the pit of stomach. You were over by the pool, wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination, about to jump off the diving board. Did you always look like that? A vision of perfection? It made him wonder what you would look like with your face buried in his bed sheets, how your face would look when it’s all scrunched up in pleasure, and—

He shook his head, trying to come out of the daydream. “Uh, I don’t know. Don’t think she’s looking for a relationship, though.” He paused, then said, “Hey, you mind watching the grill for a couple minutes? Need to run to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” the husband of the whatever said. 

Jake pushed past him, past the crowd of people filling his yard and his home, heading straight upstairs to the master bedroom. He wanted privacy. He wanted to just...He wasn’t sure. He didn’t understand it. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to understand it. He was just aware, too aware, of the tightness in his pants and how he wanted nothing more than to relieve himself. 

He locked himself in the bedroom, laying back on the bed as he freed himself. His eyes screwed shut as he took himself in his hands, pumping his length, trying to reach his high as quick as possible. 

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you, though. How you would look in a pretty little lingerie set, kneeling on his bed, waiting for his order. Which way he would take you first—fuck your face until you were choking or eat you out until you were screaming? The coil in the pity of his stomach tightened, his orgasm fast approaching as he pictured you under him. Would he fucking in missionary, hold your hands in his, pin you down to the mattress? Or would he take you from behind, tug at your hair? He bet you’d like being spanked. Good girls like you always liked being spanked. 

The coil snapped, and he saw stars, gasping, as he came harder than he ever had before. He laid there, letting himself enjoy the moment of pleasure, before slowly getting out of the bed, cleaning up the mess he had made, making sure he looked presentable when he went back downstairs. 

And, as he took his spot at the grill once more, looking out at you as you floated in the pool, he knew that something like this couldn’t happen again. But, god, oh god, he wanted it to. 

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𝐵𝑈𝑇𝑇𝑂𝑁 𝐸𝑌𝐸𝐷

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 || y/n finds herself twined in the web of addicted fantasy, not knowing she’ll meet again with her crush- well her other crush, she is met with a life gripping warning.

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 || smut — hint of angst

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 || other!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 || 6.2K

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 || NSFW 18+; oral sex (f + m receiving) reader and Jake are of legal age and starting college, fingering, praise kink, cock warming, fantasy elements, brain washing, mental illness mention.

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 || tonight you belong to me by patience and prudence and the coraline soundtrack here ♡

𝒘. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 || pretty please like, reblog and comment your feedback and follow me if you’d like to see more of my future content! ♡ anyways hope you guys enjoy this my spooky cherubs! ♡♡♡

   splitting stars light the night, the whizzing swirls of yellow dancing behind your eyes. 

   sleepy body shifting on the bed underneath your roseate covers, your eyes open softly to the sound of squeaking mice. the small long legged cream colored creatures with their cheeky squeaks pull you out of your slumber, you smile and giggled in delightful bliss. 

   throwing your rose printed covers over your lower half you leave the warm comfort of your canopy bed. moving the sheer curtains out of the way your barefooted feet softly clad on the hardwood mahogany flooring. trying your best to keep up with the quick mice and not wake up your parents or fall on the towering staircase. careful hands glide along the polished railing tip toeing after each step. 

   rushing onto the last few steps once you reach the soft Persian carpet of the hallway you dash into the sitting room. meeting sight of the sad blue boy with the toppled ice cream cone you make your way to the small golden framed door. the fire burning in the brick fireplace is down to crackling coals, you savor the warmth whilst maneuvering your way from the expensive furniture your parents paid heavy dollar to install. 

  until, you finally kneel down face to face with the door. 

  the long ancient key in your hands, your fingers secure tightly on the button shaped handle while the other holds onto the dusty charcoal door nob. squeezing your eyes shut, inhaling and exhaling a quick breath and prayer you open the doors. the sparkling wind of harmonized freedom flowy gracefully against your face, your locks of hair flying behind your shoulders. 

   the very sight of the indigo whirlpool of dazzling blues and whirling purples releases a heavenly sigh from you. trying your best to keep up with the rushing mice who are already on the other side of the door and while you reach the other side you feel a complete magical change. crawling out of the tight space you stand up and meet again with your home, except it isn’t your home.

    it’s your other home, your better home.

    eyes gliding to the luxurious sitting room, same furniture and carpeting as your real home. except the Victorian painting of the blue boy does not wash with sadness over the loss of his iced treat. the space warm and cozy, not like your real home where every room is uncomfortably cold, damp and infested with crawling centipedes. 

   a cold house filled with cold people, your parents haven’t made this moving trip any less harder on you. the three of you had to move because of their jobs and because of your mental health, so they say. you think you are normal, perfectly and utterly normal amongst other people your age. 

   it‘s your parents fault why you didn’t get along with people, why you had to endure a difficult pace trying to meet their high expectations. you know it wasn’t best for you to not take your meds, you hated them though. if you took them before you went to bed as you usually would you’d get so tired. so tired you wouldn’t see the mice who would take you to this heaven. 

   curious feet stop wandering the living room for the scent of sizzling bacon and rising pancakes fills your nose. the delicious aroma making your stomach growl you tip toe to the kitchen. a bright light streaming into the rest of the dark candlelit house is where your wandering feet take you. entering the kitchens door frame, the marble tile is cold against your barefoot feet but the cold sensation is gone suddenly, replaced by the warm welcome of hot food cooking at the stovetops. 

   “mother?” your voice softly speaks, hopefully loud enough to catch your other mothers ears as she prepares the waffle batter into the cast iron and vegetable hash on the buttered pan. 

   your other father sitting at the finely dressed kitchen table, steaming mug of black coffee in his hands and newspaper in the other. he rests the ceramic mug on the white table cloth before meeting his glossy button eyes to yours, a wide grin greeting you. 

   “my lovely daughter, our y/n has finally come to visit us once again!” he cheers and you smile as your other mother turns around with a cheese grater in hand.

   “oh welcome back dear! come here I want you to try something,” her voice sweet and smooth as honey. it was remarkable how she sounds just like your real mother, looks like you real mother. 

   but she wasn’t your real mother.

   in some ways you had to admit that she was better than your real mother. your real mother didn’t give you whatever your heart desired and your real father wasn’t nearly as happy toned and both didn’t take every waking opportunity to optimistically put you down. 

    walking to her side, she stuffs a juicy strawberry in your mouth and you hum to the sweet ripeness of the red fruit. peering down to the chunk of brie your other mother shaves onto the almost ready hash before popping it into the oven. 

   “thank you for sharing this lovely brie with us y/n. it’s like you knew what was missing from my pantry and very classy to,” your other mother smiles and your eyes look up to her and smile. hearing your other father chuckle you turn your head to him who is raising his coffee mug to you.

   “it seems like our little y/n knows the finer things in life, sooner then later she’ll grasp those finer things. I promise you. now its cheese later it will be wine and much more, you will be savoring in these finer things y/n,” your other father proudly speaks and you can’t help but smile bashfully as you help take the trays of food to the table. 

   eyeing each and every dish with a watering mouth. “sit down dear and prepare your plate. i’ll be only a minute,” the other mother sparks and you sit down on the chair placing your napkin in your lap. 

   taking your chine plate with three pancakes and scoop yellow fluffy eggs and colorful fruit salad onto your plate. laughing when you see your other father pile his waffles into a huge sandwich-like tower. sunny side up eggs and sticks of bacon between each thick layer of buttermilk waffle he chuckles along your laugh pouring the vessel of maple syrup onto the tower. 

   fork in hand you notice how hungry you are as you devour your whole plate and the side reminder that since you were upset with your real parents in the little quarrel the three of you had you haven’t really had dinner with them. you didn’t deny the plates of food and cups of ice tea outside your door, your real parents truly cared for you but you are too stubborn and too wrapped up in this false fantasy to realize it. 

    the other mother takes her seat on one side of the table but close to you bringing the hot and cheesy melted hash. pouring a generous scoop onto your empty plate and on your other fathers, your eyes drift to her empty plate and you notice she has no intention to eat. however, you don’t think much of it as you eat forkful after forkful of the hash hearing your other parents chat about planting more of the pretty pink carnations and baby blue dahlias you love.

   “y/n?” eyes dashing to hers as she calls your name out and you don’t forget the glint of overbearing sweetness in her black button eyes and her pearly whites. 

   it seems she’s having to hard of a time to say what she really wants.

  “yes mother?” you speak, your fingers instantly going to your charm bracelet that was gifted from your real mother on your right wrist. it’s a habit but it it’s only a habit that only triggered itself when you feel anxious. 

   sure this land was a better version of the real one but that didn’t make you feel any less safe or questioning because your parents have always told you. if something, someone or somewhere seems too perfect, then you need run.

   the other mothers eyes go to the trinket, her cold hands grab at your wrist causing you to flinch away a slight. although you steady yourself as she examine it and to your surprise unimpressively laughs. 

  “oh y/n that Tiffany’s bracelet is all rusted! no one can notice the silver, it seems your real mother hasn’t been taking care of your jewelry like she should. give me that rusty thing and i’ll give you something more suitable,” your hands snatch away from the other mothers grasp. 

  “no don’t do that!-” her glossy black buttons twitch at that and your heart hitches in your chest.

“I-I mean it’s fine, this bracelet is- it’s very very dear to me, y-you see my real parents gave it me when I turned sixteen and—”

the words of real parents make you flinch and you do not gloss over the sheer of maliciousness in the other mothers buttons. concluding you to shut up and not choke on your words to prove your innocence.

   the sound of eerie quiet taking place in the kitchen sets an uncomfortably deadly tone. your other father lifts his eyes from the paper to look at the other mother cautiously. perplexed and distressed to see her drumming her black painted nails on the table.

   “i-i’m sorry,” you meekly whisper but you don’t know what you’re apologizing for. you don’t have to apologize to this person, this somewhat sinister supernatural being, because you did nothing wrong. 

   “it’s alright dear, it seems I stepped on ah- a boundary,” the sound of her voice isn’t sincere and your spine shivers as she continues to tap her long nails on the table which are longer and sharper than you remember. 

  “well I believe I have a present for you, y/n. you have company arriving in ten minutes!” the other father chirps and your eyes leave the other mothers buttons, meeting the other fathers comforting brown ones.

   “company?” you question, you weren’t really sure that there was anybody else in this realm besides your other parents. 

   “oh yes, I think you’ll love this surprise! we’re a little disappointed you didn’t have us meet him earlier but we understand how you young people love your privacy,” your other mother freely speaks and you scrunch your brows in confusion.

   what on earth are they talking about? 

    “I- I don’t understand, who’s coming here?” you stutter, dropping your fork accidentally on the floor, all on the account of your confusion laced uneasiness. 

   “see sweetheart, she doesn’t want us meeting the special boy-” your other mother says to your other father and while your other father snaps to attention you perplex on what she could mean. 

   special boy? who could that be?

   yet your other mother turns her attention back to you, “but you have nothing to worry about dear, we are not mad at you for having a boyfriend, it's perfectly fine. so perfectly fine we have arranged you and him on a little date!” your other mother squeals in delight.

   did she say boyfriend? 

   you don’t have a boyfriend. for goodness sakes you just moved to this shabby grey town a month ago. you haven’t made any friends yet and you surely haven’t met anyone on a day to day basis significant enough that you’d form a strong connection with. 

    your thoughts are interrupted when your other mother gets up from her seat and her empty plate of an untouched bundle of purple grapes. striding to the pantry closet and she opens the door, taking out a long creme box with a glossy red ribbon. the box is huge enough to take up both her arms yet thin at the width that it doesn’t seem that heavy. 

    walking to you with the clack of her black Prada flats — it still amazes you in the way she walks, her body language and her clothes perfectly resembles your mother, it's almost frightening.

removing your sticky empty plate, the other mother places the box in front of you gently. gently caressing your hair with her nails that seem to row into talons, you don’t know that they’re growing but he can feel the tension as a point grazes you’re scalp.

a shiver courses through you and your other father sits the paper in his hands down and looks up to you with a smile.  “go on y/n, look at your surprise,” he smiles and you look to them and place your hands on the ribbon.

the soft material falling apart as you pull on the string. lifting the boxes lid and your eyes are met with thin white pape. hesitant to remove the stuffing your other mother places a hand to your shoulder and you try your best not to flinch. 

   “go on dear, I know you’ll love it,” she whispers and you gently remove the paper out of the way and your eyes rest on a… a dress? 

    peeling the rest of the paper apart, the pieces falling to the floor circling your chair you take in the beautiful dress. taking the hems piece in between your thumb and index, feeling the soft silk of the material your eyes move to the corner of the box and notice matching clutch that goes with the dress.

    it’s strange that this is the same exact dress you asked your mother to get you for your birthday just a few days ago. when she asked you what dress you wanted for your birthday she had you streaming through the expansive catalogues of Gucci, Chanel and Dior. when you finally saw what caught your eye, the strapless pink silk slip dress she turned the suggestion down immediately. 

    your real mother wanted something for you that was appropriate for a good girl your age, something to show that you were now a grown women but not to show much on your womanly features. even though time and time again you had explained how you weren’t a little girl anymore and that you were eighteen had your mother scolding you to pick something out besides your desired choice or she’ll be forced to pick your birthday dress for you. 

    your real mother wanted to fit you in the pretty picture of pristine girlhood so badly she didn’t even know about the faults you have committed behind her back, as well as your real father. they think you are their perfect good daughter who is soft and innocent as the red roses at their windowsills, but they don’t know. 

   they both don’t know you had your first kiss at a boys house that you promised the event was a religious study. they both don’t know the cigars you lit and smoked with your classmates after school. they both didn’t know the boys you would let into your private dorms when you were away at boarding school. they don’t know that you aren’t the innocent pure daughter they wished to raise and nurture. 

   looking down at the gown you have been wanting you feel a sense of guilt but the way the silk shined in the kitchen lights and the matching purse and small pump heels that went along with it had you swallowing the shameful feeling. grasping the dresses neckline in your hands and a smile pulls on your lips and you look above to the other mother smiling down at you and your other father returning the grin. 

   “thank you mother and father, it’s what i have been wanting for some time now, thank you so much,” you hush, darting your eyes to their gleaming buttons.

   “we are so happy to hear that dear, but look at the time! he’ll be here any minute now! hurry up to your room and change!” your other mother exerts and your other father nodding along. 

    “who will be here? can you at least tell me?” you ask and your other mother only smiles at you, but beyond the pearly whites you can see the sharp daggers.

   “we don’t have time for that dear but I know for sure you cannot go out on a date in your sleep attire,” your other mother playfully scoffs and you look down to your cotton nightgown. 

   the spaghetti straps a bit worn out and the cloth a little raggedy than most your lounge wear, you feel your face heating up at the thought of going on a date with a mysterious boy in this rag doll dress. so instead of arguing with your other mother, you instead hug both other parents earning a laugh out of both as you rush upstairs to your room. 

who could the mystery boy be?

   your thoughts spiral as you open your door, the same pale pinkness inside and out yet the dancing lights of your lantern seem to be alive. the numerous stuff animals talking to one another and when you enter the room they speak delightfully and wish you luck on your date as you get dressed and style your hair. 

giddily waving back to them and squeak a hello, your heart thumps loudly in your chest you sit at your vanity nervous as to what the date will uphold. eyes occupying the sight of indigo emperor and orange monarch butterflies that flutter around your room. sitting in quite a bitter state you have come to the realization you have never been on a real date.

the boys in your life seem to manipulate you some ways all mentally and emotionally and even financially that dates weren’t even a picture in the false relationships. 

   being born into an affluent family did have its perks but the people who tried to use you solely for your money was heartbreaking. leaving your porcelain heart struggling to not combust despite all the jagged cracks.

     “dear?” the voice of your other mother breaks you out of your self afflicting silence and you meet her gaze in the mirror. chills running down your spine once your eyes lock to her buttons.

    “yes mother?” you say, she takes a few steps closer to you, caressing your cheek. 

     “he’s here, waiting for you downstairs,” you gulp at that thought, wondering who the boy could be.

    “there’s no need to be frightened dear. he already knows you’re beautiful, considers himself very lucky to be your date,” the other mothers voice is too soft and she reveals to you another box in her hands.

this one however is red and takes up just the size of her palm.  the gold cursive font with the words Cartier burning into your eyes, she opens the box to reveal a pair of golden bracelets so simple yet so exquisite. the other mothers hand goes to your charm bracelet which causes you to flinch your hand away but the other mother catches it.

   “we don’t need this old rusty thing now, do we?” the claws digging into your wrist, threatening to oerice through your skin and cut your veins underneath. inducing the pounding in your chest and distress in your head but you do not know if its intentional or not. 

   no words seem to leave your mouth for you’re to petrified to say anything so you simply just nod. letting the other mother open the charms clutch and slip the rusted gold piece of your wrist, replacing it with the two Cartier gold bands. 

   glassy eyes threatening with tears drop down to her fisted hand that holds the charm bracelet, wondering if it was wise to tell her to leave it on your vanity till you’ve come home from your date. if you want to go on this ridiculous date anymore, the thought disappears when she takes your hand and pulls you gently up. 

    “oh look at how much you have grown! you’re a women now,” her words don’t sound sweet to you at all, they hint to a remembrance that she thinks she’s known you her whole life.

the wave of shame and liability on your bare shoulders is heavy. if your real mother were to look at you now she would demand you to take off the dress and hide it away. if your father saw you now he would order you where you are going, who you’re going out with, ruin any chance of hope to have a good night.

the spire fuels you to take the many steps out of your room and down the hallway, going down the staircase with your other mother by your side. though your thoughts on what your parents would think always leave you taking stops midway.

  “lets get you downstairs, we don’t want to keep Jake waiting.” that statement makes your head snap to hers, mouth cracking open and heart racing upon her very word.

   “Jake?! as in Jake Wyler? Jake why are you here is here?” you spatter and stop in your tracks not going down a single step of stairs. 

   “yes dear he is here! he is a good boy, I fixed him up just for your liking,” her words are deflected, you hated the Wyler boy ever since you set your eyes on him. 

   which was the very first day you moved here, he appeared suddenly like a bad omen while you explored the Pink Palace estate. enchanted as well as fascinated by the small charming bridge and spacious yet empty dead garden, you pictured what flowers to plant in certain garden groves until you reached the empty grey area near the woods. 

   since you were told an ancient well was around these parts, you set yourself to look for with the help of a stray black feline. that is until you were caught off guard by a person in black, riding on a rowdy mechanical bike wearing a white sinister mask rushing towards you from down a steep hill. 

   honking a blaring horn scarring the living daylights out of you, you reacted how anyone would. screaming as you believed he’d crash against your figure, hands covering your face. hiding from the terror until you shed them when the bike stopped, your eyes met to see the mystery masked person on his bike. stopping only centimeters from your body and when revealing himself you were met with a surprising attractive stranger.

   it made your heart race when you took off the mask, made your heart flutter when his blue eyes locked with yours as he gave you a boyish smirk. leaning forward till his forearms rested on the handles, a tilt to his head that made you believe he wasn’t so bad and his only intention was to just tease.

however it created the start of a bitter grudge when he greeted you with nothing but that smirk and a flirty remark of, “what is a pretty girl like you doing in the middle of the woods?”

   in that reason when you would find was a signature introduction of his, wooing all the girls with his pearly smile and beautiful blues. too bad you were new to this town and new a person through the layers of charm, you knew the greeting of your new neighbor wasn’t off to a good start.

however you did find the well that was covered by the fairy mushroom ring, and of course it lead him into teasing you about that as well as the mood ring on your finger. telling you that mood rings don’t work but stop when he noticed it was turning pink suddenly, it just ignited his confidence and the flirtations.

   yet you stood there in your muddy boots and denim jeans not offering a bit of retaliation, hating how your mood ring had betrayed you. every girl knows a form of teasing was a sign of attraction of friendship or infatuated, you of course declined both. sure it was mostly you who was verbally distancing yourself from the boy day after day, you eventually found out was the towns favorite golden boy— Jake Wyler.

   you just didn’t take kindly to people who scared you nor strangers of the matter, or anyone you believed who’d abandon you for something better. 

   the conversation ended with a flirtatious yet teasing remark of why are you here — yes, you gave him that nickname when he mentioned that his family used to own the Pink Palace until they sold it — which you took as the perfect opportunity to tell him off.

on the other hand, your words did nothing to make him get the message to leave you alone. it was a good thing though, as much as you hated him you wanted to see him and his handsome face more, hoping he would feel the same thing about you.

with the call of his name by an elderly woman from afar he straddled his bike again. “guess i’ll see your pretty face tomorrow then, yeah?” he questions but he seems to have answered his own question before you flashed him a strong no.

although it’s like he could see right through, and the mood ring was practically glowing in a rosy pink aura. made your face beat up as he gave you a wink before racing off into the woods. 

   following the bike trial path through the red and yellow trees until his mechanical bike and the ruckus sound of it was gone, you really had hoped you wouldn’t see him again because you knew crushes like this would break your heart.

   but you had. 

   every day since meeting him he would always find a way to see you. from talking to you every now and then when attempting to introduce yourself to your other neighbors. to knocking at your door to invite you over to his house for dinner, to annoying you with something of his or just asking you if you’d like to go out in town with him and a couple of friends.

shit, Jake even gave you a doll that looked exactly like you that he “found” in his grandmother’s attic, which creeped you out to an extent that you ignored any knocking at your door for the weekend.

   all these invitations to be accepted into his social circle you easily shut down and declined but maybe if you didn’t have an imaginary bias against him and your own social conflicts weren’t so faulty, maybe you would set out to be his friend and play along with his flirtations.

    maybe there was this underlying thought you were being a bit too infatuated to him that keeps you from befriending him. Jake Wyler, in other words is perfect, he has pretty features that seemed like God himself took time to carve, a warm embrace when words would spill through his plump pink lips, and a dashing all American boy presence that makes anyone at the opposite end of those pretty blue hues fall hard.

   and that is the problem, the real Jake Wyler is too perfect. well not perfect, but you don’t know what to expect from the other Jake Wyler. 

   somewhere in the depth of his mind there must be a malicious threat that set out to hurt you. or so you made yourself believe, you can’t help but protect yourself from his comforting charm. you’ve encountered too many boys that reminded you of Jake, all of them the reason why your heart is just one heartbreak away from shattering into blistering china chards. you couldn’t risk giving in to this silly school girl crush because you don’t want to feel lonely.

   until now, that you had a surprise date in another realm. how would this Jake Wyler be if he was suited and molded to your liking when you’ve denying any attraction to him whatsoever?

allowing the other mother to walk you down the steps of the stairs, passing the kitchen and sitting room until you reach the hallway leading to the front door. suddenly from looking up you stop abruptly in your tracks to see Jake Wyler. 

    no, the other Jake Wyler.

    the sight of his dark navy button eyes place a knot in your throat, they look just like his real eyes it’s petrifying. though, he still very much looked the same as you would regularly see him. a black layered sweater and baby blue baggy jeans finished with his muddy shoes, the only difference is the lack of leather gloves he usually wears on his hands. 

   the blood red roses in his gloveless hold captures your eyes, and your eyes look up to meet his buttons, “hello hello, pretty girl,” he softly speaks with his signature crooked grin that makes you want to bashfully smile, but you deny him that obvious sign of attraction.

  “hello why are you here,” you respond bluntly and his head moves to the side. a smirk on his face knowing his charming motives are somewhat working if you’re starting to get tenses though making a mistake—

  “I think you already know why i’m here,” he chuckles, ignoring your crude nickname for him which you found strange.

the real Jake always had something equally witty and rude to say back at you but instead of that he hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, getting a whiff of his cologne that makes your knees weak.

   how did he know these were your favorite flowers? and how did he know that that specific scent made you delirious?

   “you didn’t have to bring me flowers, you know,” you mutter but he just continues to smile, not minding a single of your rude remarks. 

   “nonsense, it wouldn’t be proper and as a gentleman with greatest interest in his dearest lady— it would be a joke not to adorn you with flowers.” he smoothly grins and you bit your lip, eyes going to his button eyes and you allow a small smile to slip.

   “and where would this gentleman take his dearest lady?” you ask and as his response he extends a hand which you take, loving the masquerading warmth when you intertwine your fingers with his. 

   “somewhere to replace the emptiness of magic and fantasy you’ve been craving all your life. please allow me,” and you can’t deny that that has your heart racing. 

   Jake walks you out the door, allowing him to lead you to the porch. turning your head over your shoulder, you see your other parents at the doorway grinning at you both and waving exaggeratingly to go and enjoy your time. smiling at them, you turn your attention back to Jake as you walk side by side, hand in hand with him as he takes you to Mr. Bobinsky’s division. 

  the September air is not to hot but not cold but you do not mind the cascading warmth of Jakes arm over your shoulder as you both walk up the stairs to Mr. Bobinsky’s balcony. 

   “Jake what are we doing here?” you ask but continue to walk up the stairway anyway, he smiles behind you.

   “it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?” he cheekily remarks but you frown upon those words. 

   you have been graced with enough surprises to last you a lifetime. 

   “go on, open the door,” he encourages and your breathing hitches. you don’t want to see the sight of Mr. Bobinsky’s messy house, with the smell of putrid rotten food and the alcohol in his yellow teethed breath. looking over to Jake, his blue button eyes reassure you enough to raise your hand to grasp the doorknob. 

   shutting your eyes and open the door with a quick bang. a second or two passes and you hear Jake laugh behind you, “you can open your eyes pretty girl,” he whispers, lips pressing softly against your ears and hands at the soft material of your waist. 

   taking the trust you have in him you open your eyes and when you do so a gasp escapes your lips for the grey mess that was once Mr. Bobinsky’s home is transformed into a carnival themed entrance. a walkway formed by cannons in two lines catches your eyes and the clucking of a chicken captures your ears.

     “y/n look!” Jake exclaims stomping on the cannons pedal and your met sight of a mess of pink strawberry cotton candy splattered on Jakes clothes. laughing as you see the sugary stickiness covering his face and hair and his weak attempt to remove the sugar sweetness from himself. 

    taking his hands he rubs his button eyes look at you with his crooked grin “you try it, I know you’re smart enough to not mess up,” he lets out a series of laughs as he eats the candy floss, making a snowmelt pull from you. “i’m not sure but i’ll try.”

   pressing down gently on the cannons pedal, it results in a cone of baby blue candy floss popping into the air and you grab it quickl. smiling in amazement, taking the candy floss into your mouth the fluff of blueberry syrup hitting your tongue is divine. looking around to the other attraction besides the wheel of buttered popcorn controlled by the clucking chicken you giggle as you grab and handful of it and shove the buttery popped corn into Jakes mouth. 

   he responses to that fairly well as he laughs, trying to keep the kernels into his mouth without opening his mouth. you could spend the night like this but you jump at the sound of Mr. Bobinsky’s voice, “ladies and gentlemen! for to tickle your eyes and ears! and making hearts to pound!” the curtain to the miniature tent in the room opens. 

     Jake takes your hand and guides you underneath the tent, making you go first before he does and the sight of the small tent that seemed to be impossible to fit you and him transforms into a gigantic fortress of glimmering lights. two reserved seats and the background surrounded by red and white striped cloth. the center of the tent is a small flying indigo blimp, propelling up into the air slowly.

     “I Sergei Alexander Bobinsky now introduce my astounding, stupendously and amazing jumping mouse circus!” your eyes meet and you gasp when the little blimp falls to the ground but the outcome of the mice coming to life and standing on top of each other to write your name in the curves of their long thin tails and small bodies makes your eyes gloss and mouth gape in wonder and astonishment. 

   “my name!” you gasp and Jake smiles down at you throwing an arm over your shoulder pulling you close.

   the bustling mice jump off of each other and retrieve their small trumpets, trombones and drums from their embroidered crimson jackets and start their symphony. guided by the sole mouse jumping on the golden starred ball his baton guides the mice to and fro. 

   signaling the shapes they’d make, from a large circle swirling around, to a large star all while creating their wonderful melody, “do you like it?” Jake whispers anxiously.

   that ridiculous question has you deliriously acting without thinking, turning to him you place a soft kiss on his lips. finally, to your hearts content you are kissing the golden boy. as much as you wanted to deny the feelings you have for him you couldn’t and for that you’re so happy.

   the warmth of his lips so inviting yet the act in front of you has you pulling away, causing a light cherry tint to dawn Jakes cheekbones. “I love it, it’s absolutely wonderful,” you whisper in his ear then move your attention back to the mice who are creating a spiral swirling around then a bullseye.

    the motion of their bodies jumping and twirling while seemingly playing their miniature instruments fascinates you as the motion to form the curved spiral engraved on the floor another gasp escapes you lips when the floor tile towers up. having the leading mouse jumping on the very peak while the others follow along to the melody they stand on top their tales releasing the drums beats.

   your hand suddenly holds Jakes in restlessness and he gives you a reassuring squeeze not keeping your eyes off the mice's enchanting performance their drumming stops. the conductor bounce once more on the ball and glides down the swirling tower, making the mice in their single positions jump to the floor with a squeak while the trumpet and trombone musicians play their duet as they all jump off the tower the tower shoots down to reveal Mr. Bobinsky.

    the sight of him in his grand embroidered uniform looks like it was suited for a Russian prince and the way he bows down in courtesy your applauses bring his small emerald button eyes to you and he pridefully smiles.

    “very very thank you lady and gentlemen,” he speaks, the thick Hungarian accent stitched in every spoken word. looking down to the orchestra of circus mice you winks to the conductor and with three jumps on the ball the mice jump onto the stage and creep up both Mr. Bobinsky’s sleeves.

     the action of it all the mice gliding through the jacket sleeves you can see the outline of the mice as Mr. Bobinsky shifts up with the crookedness of his arms while the conducting mouse on the jumping ball rolls onto his head then disappears with the coverage of Mr. Bobinsky’s top hat and then the symphony ends.

     you jump from your seat in a standing ovation, “Mr. B that was-“ you’re cut off with an “aaaah-!“ he confidently drawls with his hands encouraging your next few words. 

     “amazing!” you cut in and he smiles, “you are very welcome anytime you’d like. you and your boyfriend here,” he smiles and he extends a hand which you place you hand in his and he kisses her knuckles making you smile softly.

   “you are a very lucky man to escort this wonderful woman,” and Jake nods his head and looks down to you, blushing at M. B’s words and Jakes attention.

   “the luckiest,” he smiles down at your flustered stance, taking your hand and walking you outside the carnival like apartment division and down the creaky wooden stairs. 

    the walk silent and peaceful you’re chest fills with a sadness that this little date is over once he takes you onto the porch of your house. walking inside you two immediately notice the absence of your other parents and a note on the lace table next to a vase of flowers. you pick it up and examine it. 

   off on a walk through the garden with your father, we’ll be back soon. - your mother

   placing the note down gently, your head lifts to look to Jake.

   “I guess this is our goodbye,” his saddened voice lingers in your ears and you turn around and shake your head.

   noticing Jake had read the note to, your mind struggles to think on what next to do when his hands that are planted respectfully at your waist glide down to your hips. the sensation of the prolonging warmth against the cool silk makes your heart flutter and core burn. Jakes sweet cologne filling your nostrils, your soft fingers grab his forearms. feeling the muscle through the thick sweater, they’re holding them still to make sure his hands don’t attempt lift off your body.

    “no! no, please don’t go,” you softly whisper, not sure if your begging but you would to reassure yourself that he won’t leave. holding your hands tightly with his, not letting him go. 

   “then- then I won’t. I won’t go,” he reassures and you smile that starlight smile that makes the button eyed boy fall harder for you. getting on the tips of your toes, placing your mouth against his your surprised when his lips aren’t stark cold but warm and tender.

   tasting like all the sweet things you’ve tried tonight, but you don’t want sweet.

   “may you take me to my room, please,” you draw, feeling Jakes shaky breath brush like paint across your lips. 

   “of course,” and he takes your hand, guiding him through the hallways of hanged expensive paintings on-top of wallpaper.

occasionally tripping and giggling on the clawfoot legs of the lavish furniture and beaming at each other through the golden framed mirrors till you meet the grand staircase. 

   a joyful squeal burst from your grinning lips when Jake wraps you in his arms carrying you up the stairs. crooked grin capturing the apple of your eye, your arms around his neck and breasts pressed softly against his chest causes his face to fiercely blush. 

   each step he takes makes your body jump and the grip on him stronger and your heart drops when one of your small pumped heels fall off your feet. falling and dropping down a few steps of stairs you apologize but its wiped with an assured, “don’t worry Cinderella, i’ll get it,” 

   Jake turns around to get it yet you pull his face to yours, “forget about it,” you murmur with a peck to one of the freckles on his neck and it doesn’t lessen his cherry blush that spreads now to the tips of his ears and lower neck. 

   once you meet the top and without any means of guiding him to your room he opens your door like he originally knew. although you don’t think much of it, it’s very obvious which room was yours: against all the cherry oak doors that filled the two walls of the hallway, only yours is a shade of pale pink. 

    walking into the room, Jake isn’t at all surprised to find everything in your room to be pink. the stuffed animals in the corner of your room greeting you and the flutter of vivid butterflies in the air. at the side of your bed, Jake moves the sheer blush curtain of your canopy bed and lays you on the plush comforter. 

    a single large hand of his goes to your foot that still has the remaining strapped heel attached and slides it off. placing it down besides the bed, he takes the edge of the comforter to cover your body then to tuck you in for bed. doing so, he stands from your bed before leaning down to cup your chin in his hand, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. 

   the butterflies in your stomach erupt and when your hands rise up to hold the sides of his face, or lean in for another kiss he is pulling away. “goodnight pretty girl,” he whispers, yet before you can respond you grab his hand before he can turn and walk away. 

    “please, no,” you mutter, eyes flooding with unexpected l tears, he stops in his tracks when he notices them.

   wondering if he has done anything wrong in order for you to cry, he probably has and his voice gets caught in his throat. “no? did I do something wrong? have I hurt you pretty girl?” Jake questions and you shake your head, taking his hand to pull him closer and he obliges.

   “i’m sorry pretty girl, i’ll do anything for you to forgive me. what do you want me to do?” he asks and you turn your eyes away from him, pouting at the comforter that covers your bed.

   what do you want from him? 

   Jake is the only person who has made this move from here to Michigan worthwhile and magnificent. he is everything you wanted and dreamt of, a perfect boy who did whatever you wanted and listened to you. you do not know what you want from him but the burning sensation in the pit of your belly and your wet cunt do most of keeping you from biting your tongue. 

   “please,” you plead to him, removing the comforter that was over you to the side. kneeling on the bed in front of him, looking up to the button eyed boy with your doe eyes.

   “I- I’m sorry but I don’t know what you need. I cannot do what you wish if you do not speak on what you wish,” he timidly but softly speaks, his tone isn’t teasing or taunting but a reminder.

the real Jake Wyler would know what you would mean when you would say please, on your knees looking up at him with your doe eyes. would unzip his pants and she’d every piece of closing off of you while teasing every inch of skin his fingers touch.

the real Jake Wyler would know what you need but not the other one — you sit there in realization because that’s what the other mother was implying earlier this night — “I fixed him for you.”

    it’s like she knew of the manipulative boys who have took advantage of you. now you have a boy who respected all your boundaries and let you be in control. but you didn’t want to be in control now, you wanted someone who could make you feel loved, who can forever make you feel the heavenly butterflies of bliss. 

   “please Jake, touch me,” you plead and almost immediately his hands go to grasp your hand in his warm hold, you shake your head no. “not there, closer.” then his hand glides to your side, clasping it in a way that makes your bottom lip come home in between your teeth.

still, you still shake your head. “closer Jake.” his hand creeps down to your thigh and you feel your wetness spreading and soaking the inner hem of the pink silk. 

   “a little closer,” you whisper, your breath hitched and honeyed, Jakes own breathing stutters and his hands slip under the dress and he lets out a ragged sigh when his fingers finally meet your wetness. 

   those digits accidentally brush your dripping hole and you arch your back in bliss. “please, put your fingers in me Jake. make me feel something,” you sob and Jake does as you wish. those hesitant digits dipping into your soaked folds and enter your tight hole, aimed to seek out your pleasure and give it to you.

   you moan at the stretching sensation, his other hand cupping your face until it grasps your jaw. thumb tracing your lips, “faster please, go faster,” you moan and he does, feeling the tightness in his pants he doesn’t dare let himself out until you ask him to or before he gets you off.  falling your back against the bedcovers, pleasurable sighs flow through your plump lips as Jakes fingers scissor you open.

   feeling yourself on the brink of coming your eyes go to his pants, the big tent in his pants and you almost cum at the sight. “stop,” you sigh and not a millisecond later he stops his pumping and takes his fingers out of your weeping pussy. 

    “did I do something wrong pretty girl?” he whispers anxiously, causing you to shake your head with reassurance. 

     “no! no, you’re doing so good it’s just- I wanna share this moment with you to,” you whisper pulling yourself up but the sight of navy buttons once you open your eyes pulls you aback frightened. 

  Jake pulls back with a remorseful frown, disgusted with himself to have scared you. “i-i’m so sorry y/n- just- please wait here,” he stutters and goes around your room searching for something until his eyes meet sight of your lavender kangaroo sitting amongst your other stuffed animals. 

   taking the thick string that tightens the stuffies dress together and ties the thick ribbon over his button eyes. making his way to you he trips over the fluffy rug but still manages to make his way to you.

   those soft warm hands hold your body and his blush only goes darker when you aren’t wearing your dress but you’re laying bare against your sheets. pulling him to you while you shed each and every article of clothing he has on till he is just as naked as you.

   bare and vulnerable under the eyes of the fluttering butterflies, you kiss his cheeks and face. hands in his hair but never touching the blindfold, you pull his face to yours. foreheads touching each others and noses inhaling the same oxygen you exhale, your lips press to his. 

    “please put it in me, put your cock in me. I wanna feel you,” your airy sigh makes his cock harden even more but the heavenly silkiness as you dives the tip of his member into your wet warm walls.

    the simple action has him seeing stars and he feels himself being reborn back into the needle hands of his creator— but not screaming in pain. no. this is all the heavenly things he wishes to be apart of, to be amongst in till the sun rises and sets, to live in.

    “harder, go harder please Jake! I wanna feel all of you please!” you pant beneath him and he does as he is told. pushing his whole member deeper into your tight channel, moaning when you squeeze around him.

pulling his head down by the grip you have in his hair, you gift him short and sloppy kisses. kisses that fill Jake’s heart chambers up with honey and your eyes gloss with heavenly dream. finding your hands to his, he pulls them above your head as he continues to ram into your caving velvety warmth as his tongue massages yours. 

   “pretty girl, y-you, you feel so good.” he moans and grunts and it only takes a few pumps until his thick tip hits your spongy ceiling. gripping his bronze shoulders as your nails dig into his skin from the peaking sensation. it makes Jakes pumps go faster as he grunts in your ear. 

   “cum for me pretty girl, be my pretty girl forever. cum for me.” with those sweet and hot words you cream all your euphoric pleasure onto his cock. 

    a loud groan leaves his lips and you pull those redness to yours, his tongue ties to yours and it only but roughens the grind your sensitive cunt has onto his pumping cock. releasing your mouth from Jakes he hides his face in the crook of your neck, his pleasured moans and sighs filling your ears ad you whisper sweet affirmation in his. 

    “cum for me Jake, please cum for me,” your voice sweetly divine as the butterflies that cover Jakes bare back. pulling out of you, he spills his white ropes of cum onto your thighs with a groan which you silence with a sweet long kiss.

    catching your breath, you softly smile when Jake collapses on top of you. the warmth of his body so soft and comforting, his breath brushing against the skin of your neck so tenderly. cupid lips trace his temple, pressing cherry lipgloss prints against it as your fingers trace his silky raven hair.

     before you can whisper how much this moment means to you, Jake speaks, “don’t come back here. please don’t come back,” he fearfully exhales trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. those very words have you from smiling to frowning, eyes watering with potential tears your throat burns.

    “why? did I do something wrong?” your voice breaks, seconds away from bursting into a tearful mess.

   “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he whimpers, hand to your face caressing your cheek. your mind clouds in a stormy blitz, heart pacing slowly trying to find an explanation. 

   get hurt from what?

   “Jake i-i’m fine. look at me! i-i’m alright, there’s nothing to worry about-” but those soft playful words only make Jake shake his head hysterically. a trembling crooked frown pulling his soft lips into a hushed body shaking sob. 

   “this world isn’t as it seems to be. I-I promise my life on you. please do not return! your fate will be deadly,” he wails and you notice the blindfold he is wearing getting wet, streams of droplets falling onto his redden cheeks.

   eyes concentrated to his tears you lift up your fingers and brush them off, he takes your hand and keeps it on his cheek, savoring your warm touch for his skin has gone deathly cold. tears of your own springing to life in those starlight eyes, streams shooting stars down the angelic scape of your face.

    “okay Jake,” you whisper, broken and airy and with that Jake gets up with a sorrowful stride but you catch his hand again. causing his head to flying back to you in confusion and chance, your arms wrap around his shoulders and you pull him next to you on the bed till he is under the covers just like you.

   “if I am to promise to never see you again please lay with me. that is all I’m asking before I wake up,” you shakily whisper, your tears already soaking your cheeks. 

   “please, don’t cry. don’t cry for me,” he whispers but it only makes he shed your blistering sorrow even more. this is the last night you will see him, even though it was the first you wish to repeat this day over and over again for centuries.

    “I can’t, I can’t,” you sob and with that shake against his body he pulls you to him and presses a kiss to your mouth. 

   not knowing the right words to say, he is nothing but a twisted object of the other mothers sinister craft. Jake didn’t know what to feel without her instruction, not know what to act one without her, but with you. you made him into something real, something that wasn’t born in the creeping shadows at the grasp of needle hands. that however doesn’t mean he possesses no heart and it doesn’t mean that you haven’t carved your name in it.

    you wish to feel him before you wake without him, and without even telling him he slips his soft member into your folds. creeping his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your natural sweet scent you feel his tear soaked blindfold against your warm skin. his lips humming a melody you heard your other mother sing but when he harmonizes it doesn’t bring shivers and penetrating fear but passionate serenity.

    it doesn’t take much for you to go to sleep, the soft circular motions of Jakes thumb on your stomach and his soft lullaby works well with the swirling butterflies humming a song with each flap of their silver outlined wings. before sleep outweighs your thundering sad thoughts and slumber shutting your close eyelids you feel a kiss to your temple. 

   “I love you,” the button eyed boy silently hushes before his tears drown him in his sleep. 

    once you open your eyes however, seeing sight of your room just how it originally is you drastically turn your head over next to you but you are heartbroken to find an empty space. the blindfold he wore last night rests on the other side of you pillow, shaking hands grab it and rub the material through your thumbs. 

   the smell of him stitched into the fabric you pull it close to you against the bareness of your chest, tears streaming down your face till they drip down to the pillow his head slept on. a sob erupts from your mouth, the emotional heartache thundering your china doll heart you feel it shattering against the bones of your ribs.

   the boy you thought you hated is now paved into your mess of a heart, but you cannot ignore his warning or break your oath to him.

    you will not return, you will never see him again.

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒄𝒌

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - jake has been waiting for this day since he first saw the sign, finally able to, he gets what he's always wanted.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake had just graduated, he felt good. Cocky even because no one really expected him to pass, especially not Jake. He still wore his orange and blue jacket, hands in his pockets as he struts down the street, winking and nodding at any woman that passes by. He stops, staring at a brightly lit sign that reads ‘The Strawberry Shack’. It had been his dream to go in there and finally he could so with a faster pace. Jake heads to the door and enters the building, smiling widely at the woman at the front desk.

“Hello, I’m just wanting my cock sucked if that’s alright.” He pulls out a wad of cash, placing it down on the counter before nodding and heading towards a door that leads to you. The heavenly mystery woman behind the hole, the one that every man seems to go to, spreading wonderful words about their visit with you. “Ugh, I’m so fucking excited for this, babe! You don’t know how much.” Jake rubs his hardened member through his pants, eagerly pulling it out and directing it into the hole. “C’mon, suck away please.”

You roll your eyes slightly, this wasn’t the first time dealing with a guy like this and they usually turn weak and needy the moment your lips wrap around them. Your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips before you lean forward and take his thick mushroom tip in your mouth, you begin to lick, swirling your tongue around it. 

Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head, practically whimpering as you begin to suck his cock into your mouth, pulling him deeper until he can no longer fit through. “Oh, yes… Jesus this is so perfect…” His hands rest against the wall, bottom lip going between his teeth. 

Your cheeks hollow as you suck hard, bobbing up and down his girthy length. You moan around him, smiling in your head as he whines, bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck! Babe, you’re going to make me cum if you keep sucking me off like that!” You continue your movements, flicking your tongue underneath his tip, enjoying how he loses control, bucking wildly as he moans freely.

Jake feels his balls tighten, tip twitches as thick cum spurts out of his cock and coats your mouth. “O–ohhhh!” His head flies back, whining as he empties his balls. You pull off, swallowing and wiping the sides of your mouth as he pulls his softening cock back and tucks it into his pants. “Fuck me, best day ever! Definitely gonna come back, thanks babe!” He wipes the sweat from his forehead and walks out of the building with a pep in his step.

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[inklore]

#14 and #37 from this prompt list with any character you’d like!! (although i’m imagining ari or steve?) ☃️🌲

the warmth of you.

prompts: “aren’t you cold like that?” + stuck in a snowstorm

pairing: ari levinson x (f)reader

warnings: dads bestfriend!ari bcus i have no self control and wanted to make this slightly messy, age-gap, smut, 18+ only minors dni, possibly slightly brat taming and dom/sub??, a bit possessive behavior, secret relationship, hair pulling, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (baby and my girl), mentions of jake wyler.

word count: 2.4k

etc: this is my first time writing for this beautiful beefy man, so of course i had to make it smutty <3. i wouldn’t mind revisiting these two again because dadsbff!ari is actually something that is so hot and personal to me ok.

“Aren’t you cold like that?” Ari quirks up a brow as his eyes skate across your outfit; flashy, tight, and anything but comfortable.

Your sigh is long and deep and laced with annoyance, “I didn’t expect us to get stuck in…this!” Your hands wave towards the windshield where a pile of snow has already covered the glass, as the two of you sit in Ari’s truck parked on the side of the road. “I figured you’d pick me up and we’d be there in no time and I’d only have to wether the elements for seconds, tops. But silly me for thinking such wishful things.” Your right leg bounces anxiously, the black heels on your feet already making your arches ache just from you bouncing your leg for a good straight hour. Or however long you’ve been stuck in this storm.

“It certainly is not ideal.” You turn your gaze on the man next to you, scowling at him. Him being more than oblivious to the offense you just took at his words as he looks out of the windows trying to see past the snow that blocks his vision. But when he turns back to you he grins, “I meant the storm, not your outfit.” He clarifies, “the dress is beautiful.” His fingers reach out and graze your thigh just below the hem of said dress, “not weather practical at all though. It’s a shame…by the time this storm passes the party will probably be over and no one would have gotten to see you in it.” His eyes shoot down to your thighs and make their way up to your face—that’s burning hot by the second. Ari chuckles, smirks, “too bad.”

You want to roll your eyes because you know his words are false, so untrue that you actually laugh a bit. If there’s anything you have learned from sneaking around with this man, going behind your fathers back to fuck his best friend in secret, was that; Ari got off immensely at the knowledge that behind closed doors you were his. His to do every last dirty thing he wanted to you and your body. Worship it. Bite it, leaving marks only he could see later. Kiss it with a hunger you’ve never seen in a man before, primal, raw and rough and so tender all at the same time. Fuck it. Spank it, which he loved doing—in any instance—but loved it even more when you played games with him. Made him jealous on purpose at a party, wore something short and revealing to a cookout and not letting him touch you when no one was looking once he got you alone, making him wait and beg for it.

And it was possible that that’s why you chose this specific dress to wear tonight.

When your father had called you up to tell you Ari was going to pick you up and drive you to the annual family Christmas party, instead of one of your parents, you had to hide the little spark of joy in your voice. Had to cover up your smile with an “okay, whatever”, because your body was already shaking with anticipation of seeing him.

You had been busy with classes for the last three months now and hadn’t gotten much time to drop everything and visit home—or coincidently meet up with Ari there and have him fuck you in your childhood bedroom. Or even text him asking him if he wanted to meet up. And he hadn’t reached out either. He knew you were busy, getting an education, making a career for yourself. He wasn’t pushy, or demanding—outside of the bedroom.

And he knows you always come back to him, will always come back to him. That no matter how much time passes that lust and want will pull you right back and into his bed, and onto his cock.

“It’s a shame, really.” You agree with him, your tone taunting. You smirk, looking down at the dress and Ari’s fingers still at the bottom of it, “was hoping Jake would be there. Ya know, the neighbor boy. He would of loved it, I know for a fact.”

“Mm,” Ari hums, let’s his fingers play with the fabric. “He definitely would have. Every time you come around he’s like a dog with a bone, with a dress like this he would of been down for the count.”

You nod agreeing, crossing your legs making his fingers slightly trapped under one of your thighs. “It would make my job of seducing him so much easier too.” You sigh, feening fake disappointment, “It’s been a while for me. Would of loved Jakey to show me a good time tonight, itch that scratch I just can’t reach with my fingers.”

“I imagine he could help you with that perfectly.” Ari’s smirk is like a snake, silently dangerous and hiding venom. “Bet you’d let him take you up to your room, push you up against the door, turn you around,” Ari pushes his fingertips against your crossed leg easily moving it and leaving your legs spread for him. You can feel the cool air from the dropping temperature inside of the truck nip at your exposed inner thighs once again, even more so now. His fingers start moving up your inner thigh slowly, “spread open your legs, move your panties to the side.” With each word he speaks his fingers move along with it inching closer and closer to your clothed center. And when his index finger reaches out and gently moves across your lace panties your heavy intake of breath almost makes you choke.

“Bet you’d open up so easy for him. Bet you’d let him slip his fingers or his cock inside of you without a second thought, hmm?” Ari’s rubbing right where your clit is through the lace between your legs, and it’s all you can do not to buck up into his palm. Your nails digging into the faux leather of the seats, eyes downcast to watch his hand move under your dress. “What about his mouth, would you let him make you cum with his tongue? Devour your sweet little pussy like it deserves to be ate? Fucked?” His pressure has increased, picked up, and there’s a plead on your lips to have him take your panties off and really touch you. But it’s replaced with a whimper, the only sound in the car now being your heavy panting.

“See I don’t think he would. I don’t think he would have any idea how to give you what you need. Fuck you the way you need. You need someone who knows how to fuck you, and that pretty little face of yours when you’re being a brat.” Ari removes his fingers from your legs, puts his finger under your chin to move your face back in his direction. He’s smiling softly at you, all remnants of teasing gone—an expression you know all too well, calm and cool Ari being the most dangerous of them all. Usually meaning a punishment is coming into play. “Is Jake the one you need to do that for you, baby?”

Baby. The silly word, sentiment, always drives you crazy when he calls you it. Foolish and cheesy but it makes your body preen and flutter with more than just need.

You catch yourself wanting to whine, to speak that plea that never got past your lips. Your core aching and throbbing to be touched again, to hear his filthy words and continue this fucked up relationship the two of you have. Because there’s no one like Ari when it comes to giving you everything you need and want, and the two of you can joke about it and taunt and tease, until you’re both blue in the face. But you’ve been Ari’s, body, mind, and fucking soul since the first night he fucked you on your back porch—your mother and father just centimeters inside watching tv.

And that’s why you find yourself shaking your head, tears almost prickling your eyes—because fuck you need to be touched so bad, to cum so bad, need him so bad. “No,” your voice is a cracked whimper and it makes him smile even wider.

“Tell me then. Who do you need?”

“You, Ari. Always,” it’s more of a sob than a whimper and it’s quickly cut off by his lips smashing into yours in a rough, passionate kiss that knocks you for a loop and has you grabbing to grip his arms—and then the side of his neck once he’s pulled you into his lap.

“I’ve missed you so much, you know that?” His hands are on your ass pushing up your dress. You shiver as the cold hits your naked—except for the slim piece of fabric between your cheeks—ass. His mouth still attached to yours, all tongue and teeth, “can’t tell you how many times I’ve fucked into my fist wishing it was your, mouth,” he gives your ass a hard slap making you yelp against his lips, “your pussy.” Your hips start to move of their own accord, rubbing your clothed cunt against the front of his jeans. Angled just right to have you shaking and withering in his lap.

“Missed you, so much.” You moan against his lips. And you did, so fucking much. Each time you let your fingers slip underneath the blankets it was the thought of Ari fucking you that made you cum. But you didn’t just miss the fucking. You missed the sneaking around, the knowing glances and gazes of longing across the room. How raw your chin felt from his beard after kissing him, how soft his lips were. Fuck you missed him so much.

“You sure, baby?” He’s pulled back from your lips to look at you, his eyes filled with that familiar lust you want to drown in. “Sure it was me you missed and not Jake.” You want to smirk because he’s keeping the game going, he’s taunting your bratty behavior right in front of you daring you to take the bait. To provoke a punishment. And if you weren’t so wet already and throbbing you would take it. Take it and let him reign whatever punishment he wanted on you.

But that’s not what you want right now, you just want him to make you cum, you’ve missed it—him—so much. So you’re shaking your head and giving him a pleading, “please,”

You let out a small wince that turns into a tremble when his fingers dig into the back of your hair, pulling your head back so you have no choice but to be looking right at him. Your scalp burning only adding to the heat all over your body, the cold moving in from outside a thing of the past.

“Please what? Use your words, baby. You know I love hearing them.”

“Make me cum, Ari. Please,” your whine is pathetic and puffed out on a whimper. “I need you.”

He smiles and then his lips are back on yours and he’s pushing your dress up until it pools at the base of your hips. Your panties pushed down to the tops of your thighs. And that’s where his fingers find their home, where you want them the most, need them. The moan you let out against his lips is vibrating and blissful at finally feeling his touch the way you needed it. Raw and with no confines. His fingers rubbing your clit in that slow circular motion that has you gripping his shoulders and shaking.

Your pants and whimpers once again clouding the car in a haze of pure filth and lust. The pitter patter of snow hitting the truck outside an echo in the background.

“Did you let anyone else touch this pretty pussy while you were away, baby?” Ari’s lips are all over you, your mouth, your chin, your neck. As if he needs to reclaim you everywhere once more.

“No,” you shake. “Couldn’t—would never,” you moan, devote, declaring the honest truth to him. It had never been a thought in your mind to fuck someone else, let alone let them touch you. You knew if you would have Ari would of been okay with it though, past statements made by him confirming such a thing. You were young, this relationship between the two of you was nothing but sex and lust and desire. It wasn’t something built to last other than between breaths and bedsheets.

But the mere thought of letting someone else touch you had always turned you off. You’ve even tried to re-work the thought into fucking someone and thinking of Ari during, or fucking someone who looked sort of like him. Until you could have the real thing again. And each time, each thought crossed your mind it just made you want him even more.

“Good.” Ari’s fingers move faster against your throbbing clit, that tantalizing burning bliss from his skillful fingers making your legs shake. Sweat gathering behind your knees, fighting the natural freezing elements that still continue to leak in from the storm outside. The windows surely fogged and dripping with condensation. “This is my pussy. Say it.” When you don’t answer in the timely fashion he wants, your mind clouded and hazy from being on the cusp of toppling over that bridge of ecstasy, of cuming on his fingers. He’s pulling your hair again making you open your eyes and look at him, “say it, baby.”

“It’s-“ you swallow, your mouth dry and aching from Ari’s assault on your lips and your cunt. “It’s your pussy.”

“That’s my girl.” He hums against your lips, pushes his tongue into your mouth devours you completely whole until you’re moaning incoherent sentences and pleads into him as you cum against his hand.

The aftershocks of your orgasm making your hips stutter as Ari’s fingers move lightly against your clit still, until you’re whining into his neck from over sensitivity, and trying to move yourself away from his hands. Making him chuckle and remove his hand, bringing it to your rest and rub at your back as you finish coming down. Your breath catching up to you.

Your head lays upon his shoulder, your face nuzzled into his neck. And all you can feel is him, his scruff, his warmth—the cold coming back with a vengeance now that you don’t have a fire burning inside of you. All you can smell is Ari, his hair smelling of pine and something fresh, something all him.

And the two of you bask in this moment until you can’t ignore the cold any longer and you’re shivering, “guess I really shouldn’t of worn this dress.”

Ari chuckles, helps you right your clothes and wraps his arms around you to help lock in the heat. “I disagree,” you feel him roll his hips up against you, feel how hard his cock is in his pants and it’s already got the heat coming back to your body.

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x you #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson x female reader #dadsbff!ari levinson #laurs sleepover & birthday celebration ! #** #*heat leveled* #/ esme

[georgiapeach30513]

Are we 100 percent sure that Chris is Priest Dean? Personally I don’t think that’s him and he might be another character.

I also don’t imagine Chris would agree or feel comfortable doing such scenes and having a jockstrap after so many years of not doing it. He had expressed how uncomfortable he gets with kissing and intimate scenes and this priest Dean does all that and in a very raunchy way. So I just don’t see Chris taking on this character and feeling comfortable with this, unless if he has a body stunt double to do all that stuff and Chris just sticks to the acting parts. Also, this character and movie reminds me of Not another teen movie in a way. So I don’t think he is priest dean, but if it is his character then it would be like he is reverting all the way back rather than moving forward. A little before marvel he grew up and out of all that raunchy stuff and after marvel he branched out a lot and took on some really great roles. Sorry if I offended anyone, just my thoughts and logic on this.

Of course we’re not 100% sure. It’s called context clues. Priest Dean seems to be an integral part of the plot. Cult leaders do not consider themselves cult leaders. They’re a religious leader, and they have their congregation/their people.

I think Chris is going to do what he needs to do for his career and to shed off some of the Marvel protective layer he has carried for far too long.

There are body doubles and an intimacy coordinator will make a world of a difference during a sex scene. But I also don’t get the reverting back part, if he is Priest Dean.

You have to think of why Chris took the role of Jake Wyler. He was hungry for work. He went out of his comfort zone, and even though it’s a spoof movie, it is a very well respected one. And who is the star? Him and Chyler.

And you are entirely forgetting What’s Your Number. He is naked throughout that movie and it was during Marvel. We won’t know until we know. Maybe he’ll mention it at his panel this weekend. But I don’t think him choosing that role is beneath him. When you’re hungry for work, enjoy the other cast, like the script, want to work with the director, etc. you’ll do things you thought you might not have wanted to.

Chris is at a different point in his career. I think people will be surprised with the roles he starts choosing.

[visbiscuit]

25 Days of CHRIS-mas ( masterlist )

Santa's not in town yet, but my Chris(t)mas spirit is stronger than ever! From the idea of @wiypt-writes, this is a collection of imagines of Chris Evans' characters (hence the CHRIS-mas in the title). Each one of them will have its own warnings, so always pay attention to those if you do not want to read something you're not entirely comfortable with. ONLY THE LAST ONE-SHOT WILL BE CHRISTMAS THEMED, so you can read the others without being continuously smothered by the holidays!

If you want to participate, just visit @wiypt-writes' profile and you will find all the info you need to try and spend December thinking about Chris Evans for a reason (not that you need one).

I'm sorry to inform you that the fics here will always have a fem!oc or a fem!reader, it's the way I am used to, but if you want me to write with neutral pronouns or male pronouns, I can definitely try!

PEOPLE UNDER 18 ARE NOT ALLOWED!

if you want to read more stories written by yours truly, this is my lovely Masterlist.

1 . Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

DAYDREAMING, jake wyler x fem!reader

[ fluff and cringe ]

Jake Wyler never noticed her through high school, but she noticed him. Oh, she did, all right. What happens when she finds out that he not only noticed her but even knew her deepest secret?

2. Kyle (Perfect Score)

OUR PAL IS DOOMED, pumba!kyle x timon,fem!reader

[ fluff and comedy ]

Matty is completely smitten with Francesca. What about Kyle and Y/N? Where does this leave them? The trio is probably going to be forgotten if they do not do something and this cannot happen. This is how Kyle and Y/N try to stop love from blossoming, but it does anyway and not only between Matty and Francesca.

3. Ryan (Cellular)

WHISTLE STOP, robin hood!ryan x fem!reader

[ smut ]

Ryan Ackerman steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He breaks into houses and tries to take as many things as he can to help his people. He always whistles while entering a house to see if someone's inside. One day, he accidentally enters his old employer's house and finally meets his daughter, Y/N, who doesn't call the police but... blows his whistle.

4. Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

I'M KISSING YOU, romeo!bryce x juliet,fem!reader

[ fluff and smut ]

Their families do not want to see them together. It would be a scandal. Centuries of hatred cannot be wiped out by a stupid young love. Except that it can, and it will. Bryce and Y/N know how much their love is worth and they finally decide to act upon it after years of pining for each other.

SKIPPED FOR NOW

5. Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

COMIN' UNDER FIRE, johnny storm x grimm,fem!reader

[ smut ]

She is Ben's daughter. She is off-limits. No one is allowed to look at her, touch her, charm her, or kiss her. Let me rephrase that: Johnny isn't allowed to be close to her in any shape or form. If Ben finds out that Johnny did something to his baby girl, he'd kill him and reduce him to ash. Pun intended. But does Johnny care? Not even a little.

6. Syd (London)

SYMPHONY, neighbor!syd x violinist,fem!reader

[ fluff ]

He's moved on from London. He is clean now, he went to rehab and is ready to start his new life. His new neighborhood is full of green areas, dogs and comes with a pretty little thing by the name of Y/N. He always listens carefully to her practicing the violin and he swears he's falling more in love with her each new symphony.

SKIPPED FOR NOW

7. Mace (Sunshine)

THE REASON WHY, james mace x fem!reader

[ fluff and angst ]

!! the reader is dead in this one !!

While on Icarus II, Mace is distracted. Everybody notices, but nobody knows why. In his head, he's thinking about his first love and how she influenced him to choose this path. He still cannot believe that she's not with him anymore. Maybe after this suicide mission, he'll see her again.

8. Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

WOLF LIKE ME, dilf!hayden x baby sitter,fem!reader

[ smut ]

The wolf loses the hair but not the vice. Hayden already has had a love story with a nanny, but history always repeats itself. The problem now is that Y/N is not just a random nanny, she's his children's nanny and he definitely can't fall into temptation with her. He knows that Y/N wants him, he can see how her eyes devour him. Now he has to choose what to do, if she's worth it or not.

9. Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU, paul diskant x lawyer,fem!reader

[ smut ]

They cannot stand each other. Y/N thinks that Paul is an arrogant piece of shit who sadly knows how to do his job and Paul is certain that Y/N exists just to ruin his, otherwise, happy life with her sassy remarks. They often are assigned on cases together and the only way to not constantly butt heads is releasing their tension. They cannot stand each other during the daytime, but during the night... that's when they come to play.

10. Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)

CIGARETTES BLUES, jimmy dobyne x fem!reader

[ smut ]

Jimmy smokes, he smokes a lot. Always lits up a cigarette. Every free moment is an opportunity to take a drag on his favorite poison. He smokes during lunchtime, while horse riding, while taking a relaxing bath, and while he's receiving the best blowjob of his life. Did I say cigarettes are his favorite poison? Scratch that, she is.

11 Nick Gant (Push)

12 Jake Jensen (The Losers)

13 Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)

14 Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice)

15 Steve Rogers (Captain America)

16 Colin Shea (What’s Your Number)

17 Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)

18 Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

19 Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

20 Me (Playing It Cool)

21 Frank Adler (Gifted)

22 Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

23 Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

24 Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

25 Chris Evans (as himself!)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #writingchallenge #chris evans #jake wyler #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #andy barber #chris evans x reader #colin shea #steve rogers #johnny storm #jake jensen #nick grant #it's christmas

[the-iceni-bitch]

Ok we need to talk about Jake Wyler, yk Chris evans character from “not another teen movie”. How have I never heard of him. Imagine him as Bobbys and kittens basement toy though😮‍💨 he seems like the type of toy that would cry

Oh, he would definitely cry. Excessively. But I feel like they would definitely be into that. Plus once he finally broke he’d be such a little slut for them.

Maybe they take him because his parents owe some money to the mob and their bosses want to give them incentive to pay up. So they just completely wreck him and send his family photos of exactly what they’re doing to him until they finally cough up the cash. But when they give him back he’s got a serious case of Stockholm syndrome and cries even more because he’s not getting Bobby’s dick anymore.

#natalie answers #anon answered #bobby and kitten #asks are always open

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

My Patriot

*Gif not mine

Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Slight injury, One curse word Summary: Your high school was able to allow girl’s to join football. Being around a football fan who happens to be your dad, he taught you the ropes in your freshman year, you made it to the Varsity squad your Sophomore year and your last game turned out to be a disaster at first but you made it a win.

A/N: I’ve wanted to join football after being in marching band and hearing from my guy friends (football players) who offered me to join. But I think I rather play in a band than be a low-life football player. Basketball is better along with baseball. Marching band may not be a sport to some but it is to me.

Amazing dividers by @whimsicalrogers​ I guess I lost the fan for 49ers and Raiders, I became a Patriot. 

Senior year was one of the most stressful and overwhelming. The season was at its end and it was gonna be one of your last games before you take on your wrestling season in February. This last game was gonna be one of the most powerful games of all. The last ones should always make it worth. Show that the Boston Reds were no match for the Spartans. 

You took football since you were a freshman.

One of the worst decisions you made but you’ve learned to become the first quarterback as a girl. A woman if you might add. Living in a family who were into football, you were the only oldest grandchild in the family. And only one person out of your family approved it. Your dad, Chris Evans.

Your grandma, Lisa didn’t like the idea and almost slapped the back of her son’s head while Scott came to every game with a box of bandages and water. 

Your dad and Scott were part of the football volunteers. They would stand on the sidelines, help your teammates with water, Gatorade, courage and support. Chris wasn’t your coach, no, but he did coach you at home if you needed it. You two on the weekends would go out jogging, try out new healthy foods, always took you to your school and practice some throws out in the field, since they did allow the field to be a public place at some times.

You loved your dad, more than you loved football. There were times where he wasn’t there, but Scott and your aunts were there to record your touchdowns and take downs. 

You had a couple friends on the team, almost half of them were part of the marching band up in the bleachers.

The boys on your team always supported you. Not only because you were practically Captain America’s daughter, they knew you were the best out of all of them. They treated you as an equal. Which was a good feeling to have. You were tall and strong. You weren’t positive this was gonna be a career after you graduate. It was something to do and have for the rest of your life. Something to have fun with.

Chris didn’t expect you to continue this football thing, he knew you would start something better. He was just proud to see you out in the field doing something to prove anyone could do any sport no matter what they looked like. 

School was just about to end and you pulled out your phone after you felt it buzz. A message sent towards you, you opened it and saw the message.

Dad Few minutes away. 

You grinned while shaking your head. He always wanted to be there for your training just after school. You assumed Uncle Scott would be there before your game starts. Your dad was there early to make sure what the team had and didn’t. He was a volunteer anyway.

The bell rung and you stood up, walking over to your locker. Once you got it open, someone pats your back. A random guy who nods at you, “Good luck at the game!” You smiled softly with a nod and reached in to look for your large water bottle. 

You cursed under your breath. You must’ve left it at home. You closed your locker and made your way to the side building where the footballers were gathering up. Everyone wore their jerseys with their numbers. On a game day, every sport player should wear their jerseys through the school day and you had yours on.

Your coach comes in and claps his hands, “All right, everyone. Let’s get out there fast! The other team is coming in few minutes, take the field. Coach Henderson will be separating groups and I want good spirit out there! Let’s go!” Everyone in the room went their own ways, most of them heading to the locker room for their gear. You went to a separate room and got your things on alone. 

Even for a girl, you couldn’t get ready in the boys locker room, of course. You slipped on your shoulder gear and slipped your jersey on over it. Your skin tight pants with pads over your knees, your cleats on real tight. You put your phone in the locker and closed it, taking your helmet and rushed out to the field. 

“All right ladies! Let’s line up.”

You rushed around the corner and almost bumped into someone, they shout, “Woah. Easy there, hey!” Your dad says with a grin, your eyes widen and you let out a laugh. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” Your dad takes your helmet by the bars of your facemask and lifts it up to see small strands fall over your face. He grins, “Maybe put on your helmet after you get to the sidelines.” 

You smiled and saw in his hand that he had your water bottle. “You found it!” You said, Chris lifts it up and nods. “That’s not the only reason why I came.” You furrowed your brows, “I thought you had a flight to Los Angeles?”

Chris lifted up his shoulders, “I can’t miss a final game in your lifetime, now could I? Besides even if you did NFL, your grandma would be pulling at our ears.” You smiled and took the bottle from his hand, giving him a large hug as he lets out a huff. He lightly chuckles and hugs you back just as tight. He shakes you a little, “Now, go out there and practice. I’ll be around, Scott will be around before the game. I love you.”

You pulled away and slipped on your helmet, “I love you too.”

Your coach called you in and you made your way over. With a nod of approval, you took that and followed your team onto the field. Warming up your shoulders, tossing your throws and kicks. Chris stood on the sideline, arms crossed as he chatted with your coach. You stretched your legs and slammed into a couple of your teammates to get yourself warmed up for this last game.

The families began to stack the whole bleachers, people with balloons, you knew your whole family will be here. Especially for your last game as a senior. They would start introducing the seniors. Half of your team were seniors and they were really supportive of you.

You thought they just liked your dad around. You saw what looked like your family. Lisa, Scott, and the sisters along with your cousins. They were waving at you from the bottom of the bleachers. You look over to Chris who waves you over from the sidelines and you rushed over to him and walked over to the fam.

“Hey! Sweetheart!” You smile big and hugged Lisa first, who gave you large kisses on your head. You hugged your two aunts, Shanna and Carly, your cousins Ethan, Stella and Miles. They started to admire your gear while Stella held onto you like a koala, ‘cause she loved you. Being her only girl cousin, you always did dolls and makeup while you did football and tag with the boys.

You started to hear the marching band play and you turn around. Chris nods, “You’re up, #4.” You grin and slipped on your helmet while the family waited. Usually on Senior games, they’d always read off what these seniors wrote for their last year and the family follows them down the row with balloons and large posters.

After the short time of the marching bands introduction to the field and the national anthem, the band makes a aisle for the senior families to walk down. They let a couple cheerleaders down the aisle, everyone following behind the senior friend. 

They did that for more students till it was your turn.

Your team were very chaotic so they began to cheer your name. “Evans! Evans!” They shout, you couldn’t help but laugh at them. “Now, quarterback on the football team, number 4 on the field. Y/N Evans.” You feel a couple of your team chant your name as you walked down the aisle with your dad by your side. The man on the speakers began to read your last words for your senior year and you were just lucky to be here.

After they represented every senior, the game was starting. You felt like your dad in Not Another Teen Movie, Jake Wyler, quarterback asshole jock. It was a hilarious movie. Chris stood by the sidelines and watched you stand behind your teammates. 

You hear your teammate yell hut and you run forward to catch the ball i your hand. Guarding it in your arm, you head to the right. Then you feel a harsh jab to your back. The referee blows his whistle and you stand up. Okay, you knew some were quick. 

Your teammate helps you up and you glance across the field, watching your dad give you a thumbs up while shouting, “You okay?” You replied with a pair of thumbs up and he gives you a nod. The team sets up by the yard line where you fell.

The teams began to line up in their positions and you bent your knees. Breathing slowly, you focused on the directions you could go. Maybe throw it to one of your teammates who could be open. “Hut!” You catch the ball and aimed it, your defenders are slamming into the others.

You catch your teammate with his arms open. You imagined him being your dad in your backyard. With a large throw, the ball darts towards your teammate and he catches it smoothly before charging for the end of the field. You see him reach the end and the crowd in the bleachers cheer on. You couldn’t help but grin.

This was gonna be a good game.

Halftime was gone and you were slightly behind the other team. A couple touchdowns, you could make an easy win. A kick to the goal post could do you some good. You were almost close to exhaustion. You hear your coach call you guys in and the referees give you guys two minutes. 

Running over to the coach. He began to explain a plan and you followed every single order. Once he broke the team, your dad hands you your water bottle. “You need to hydrate, sweetheart.”

You grin, lifting up your helmet a bit to pour water into your mouth. You gotten a lot of sips in and slid your helmet back down. The referees call you back in and your team positioned on the field.

You see that the team had slightly larger guys than the last ones. You needed to run pass them. You hear the shout and the ball comes into your hands. Your feet pick up and you took a sharp turn that causes your ankle to lock and you feel someone tackle you to the ground.

A large hit to the ground, your helmet bounces off the ground and you feel the player get off you. You breath in harshly and hear someone say, “Are you okay?” You roll onto your hands and knees, instantly feeling someone’s hands on you. “Hey, hey. Don’t stand up, yet. Take it easy. Honey, are you okay?” You hear your dad ask, you nod your head, not bothering to speak. 

Your arm gets pulled up and Chris helps you onto your feet again. He leans over, “Hey? Look at me? Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. Can I just sit down for a second?” Your dad didn’t refuse or hesitate. He helps you over to the bench and gives your family a thumbs up to know you were okay. He cups your helmet, “Can I take this off? It’ll help you breath better.” You nod and he slips it off your head. Your coach calls in a replacement onto the field and you lowered your head.

You lift your head up, “Coach, I’m sorry, I-” The coach gently shook his head. “It’s okay, Evans. You did good. You rest.” You felt embarrassed, being a woman and falling on the field made everyone lose hope in you. Your dad puts his hand on your shoulder, “Hey. You did good halfway through. I’m proud of you.”

You smiled up at him and watched as the team struggled to push through. No one scored and it just kept going back and forth. The coach calls out the last break. You needed to jump back in. Taking your helmet, you stand up and run over to the team circle.

You lean in, “Coach. Put me back in.” Your coach stared at you in disbelief till Chris jumps up. “No, you need to rest-”

“Please, dad. I know I can do this. I’m okay, now.” Chris looks up to the coach who does as well. Silently the two nod and your coach looks over. “All right. Y/N’s back in position. Stay strong and remember the plans.” The team breaks and you slid on your helmet. Standing in position, you breathed in slowly. You felt the memories come flooding into your head.

“You got this,” You hear your dad’s voice.

The shout breaks your position as you dart for the ball and grab it. You turn to the side and see a player in front of you. You realize he’s going to dive. It felt like slow-motion once he began to dive toward you. Your legs lift up and you hop over him like nothing. The crowd screams as you run for the touchdown yard line. 

Your team runs over and almost tackles you to the ground. They chant your name and your dad runs over. “Yes!” He shouts, too proud of a dad, he takes you off your feet and holds the back of your helmet, laughing uncontrollably. You laugh happily as he takes off your helmet and pulls your head to his chest. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” He says, you pull away and your team gives you a large hug. The team ended with a win and you were proud to take step back into the field. And your dad was happy to put your trophy on the fireplace.

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@jtargaryen18​ @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​ @donutloverxo​ @axen-gers​ @captainchrisbaby​ @patzammit​ @bucksgoat​ @la-cey​ @void-hoechlin​ @lovepeacefood​ @stargazingfangirl18​ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ @stop-obsessing-over-those-actors​ @star-spangled-beard-burn​​ @nickysurfer28​ @nbarnes​ @mcntsee​​ @adriannajackson​​ @chuckbass-love​​ @sebbystanlover-vk​​ @onetwo3000​​ @captainamerica-is-bae​​ @cheeseburgersstuff​​ @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​​ @rororo06​​ @elliee1497​​ @navybrat817​​ @waywardodysseys​​ @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​​ @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​​ @this-is-a-chilis-drive-thru​​ @what-is-your-plan-today​​ @princess-evans-addict​

#chris evans x daughter #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x daughter reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #patriots #football #chris evans imagines #optimistic-dinosaur-nacho #opti-dino-nacho

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30 Days of Chris

The Stories

A super fantastic collection of stories about Chris and his characters. I’m just blown away. I never expected this type of response to a humble challenge. Thank you so much! We’re here until June 30th!

There are a variety of themes and story types. Mind the tags and warnings. Please read responsibly.

FICS

Andy Barber

Dirty Game @ozarkthedog

Happy Birthday, Mr. Barber @imanuglywombat

It’s Not Your Fault @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Let Me Take Care of You @donutloverxo

Little Rose @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​

Soaked Leather @ozarkthedog​

Those Snuggles @omega-nicole (Also Curtis Everett au)

Till Death Do Us Part @star-spangled-beard-burn

Ari Levinson

Tonight I’m Yours @jtargaryen18

Chris Evans

And They’re Always Glad You Came @jennmurawski13

Awful Day @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Baby Awe @angrybirdcr

Bananas For You @angrythingstarlight

Good Morning Showers @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Happy Birthday, Baby @smediumsmeatbae​

Hard to Get @jennmurawski13​

Hell Hath No Fury @nachtaiwrites​

I Want to Be Like You @evansxxx

Imagine Your Wedding @smediumsmeatbae

Magnetism @smediumsmeatbae

Make You Feel My Love @angrybirdcr

Pain of Being in Love @randomsevans

Pain of Being in Love Pt. 2 @randomsevans​

Poor Dodger @angrythingstarlight​

Practice @angrythingstarlight

Rainy Day @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​

Reconcile @stargazingfangirl18​

Vacation @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

We Have Lift Off @la-zerpussy

When I Feel I Can’t Go On @smediumsmeatbae

You are the Reason @angrybirdcr​

You’re Never Too Old @randomsevans​

Colin Shea

Goals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Neighbor from 6A @helenaeisenhower

Curtis Everett

Little Thief @lok1sgrl

To Forget @trillian-anders

Treason Train @threeminutesoflife

Frank Adler

Close @trillian-anders

Hayden (Harvard Hottie)

Bookends @evansweaters

Jake Jensen

Hot Girl Bummer @jtargaryen18​

Hot Girl Bummer Pt 2 @jtargaryen18​

Too Loose and You’ll Lose It @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Jake Wyler

Tainted Love @nbarnes

Johnny Storm

Bad Idea @stargazingfangirl18

Fantastic Flamer @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Ice Blue Panties @jtargaryen18

Sweet Surprise @stargazingfangirl18

Kyle

Class Fight @nbarnes

Lucas Lee

So A Guy Walks Into a Bar @trillian-anders

Me (Playing it Cool)

We Gotta Watch the Wet Bandits @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Mike Weiss

Love the Way You LIe @donutloverxo

Nick Vaughan

The Look @denisemarieangelina

Paul Diskant

First Day @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale

Baby Driver @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Criminal @trillian-anders

Guidance @donutloverxo

Remember to Forget Me @angrythingstarlight

You Can’t Be Serious @randomsevans

Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy”

Cold as Ice @hettie-drysdale

Crazy About You @donutloverxo

Pretty Baby @jtargaryen18

Pretty Baby pt 2 @jtargaryen18

Daddy Can’t Save You Now, Princess @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Steve Rogers

A First Goodbye @whateveriwant​

Acceptance @nekoannie-chan​

Another Dimension @nekoannie-chan

Another Night In @beetlejuicelover

Another Night In Pt 2 @beetlejuicelover

Birthday Fun @donutloverxo​

Blood Roses @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Charm-ed  @nekoannie-chan

College Sweetheart @star-spangled-beard-burn

The Club @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Destiny @nekoannie-chan

Down With the Ship @brooklyn-1918

Elevator Dings @americasass91​

Esperando @nekoannie-chan​

The Fashion Show @denisemarieangelina​

Finger Painting @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

Fluffy Alphabet @donutloverxo

The Habit @randomsevans

The Habit pt 2 @randomsevans

His @omega-nicole

Ice Cream Date @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

I’m a Slave 4 U @ne-gans​

June 13th @cevansgirl

Mommy Dearest @donutloverxo

Murder, He Wrote @sophiria

No Good To My Heart, Darlin @omega-nicole

Not a Lady @donutloverxo

Old-Fashioned Man @denisemarieangelina​

The One Thing You Can’t See @myoxisbroken

Ready of Not @navybrat817

Regrets @nekoannie-chan​

Reunited @stargazingfangirl18​

Rose @randomsevans​

Ruby Digits @whateveriwant

Shy @nekoannie-chan​

Soft @omega-nicole

Special Delivery @chrisevansdaddycap​

Stay @omega-nicole​

Still His @omega-nicole​

Stolen Raindrops @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​

Sweet Surprise @suzieqsez​

Where You Belong @chuuulip​

Wildest Dreams @angrythingstarlight​

Words @omega-nicole​

Worthy @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

ART

Finger Painting (Moodboard) Fic by @chris-evans-indian-fanfic Art by @donutloverxo

Ice Cream Date (Moodboard) Fic by @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Art by @donutloverxo​

#30DaysofChris2020 #Masterlist #JTargaryen18's June Challenge