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I died...

INFINITY WAR: Theory of CAPTAIN AMERICA

To all the members of the marvel fandom... this may break some of your hearts but it’s probably 42% false, hopefully.

Everyone knows that Chris Evans is done his 6 movie marvel contract and that he would have to be signed back later... well, infinity war part 1 is his last marvel movie as Captain America😭

And on the other hand, Sebastian Stan has a 9 movie marvel contract and has only done 4, including infinity war part 1. What I’m getting at is...

BUCKY BARNES MIGHT BE THE NEXT CAPTAIN AMERICA😱

ARGHHH I’ve probably just broken some of your hearts but it’s probably the truth. This is most likely affecting EVERYONE AND IT IS NOT OKAY. I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE DIES IN INFINITY WAR,(R.I.P Vision) I WILL TACKLE STAN LEE! It’s either Steve Rogers dies or Bucky becomes Captain America...

What do y’all think??? Anyone thought the same thing???🤔

Imagine disobeying Steve’s orders!

(You’re sitting on the bed, wiping your face with a towel)

Steve: You’re not a hero Y/n. You’re just a civilian who found their way into S.H.I.E.L.D.

Y/n: What the hell is that suppose to mean? Just cause I messed up one mission doesn’t mean the world is ending, Steve. You can’t just do that!

(You stood up in anger, as he watched you. Noticing your chest heaving up and down.)

Steve: I’m the Captain, not you. So take my orders, or get out.

(He threatened with clenched jaws)

Y/n: I’ll take my chances, Rogers. I don’t follow rules, I break them. And if you don’t like that, maybe you should retire because that’s how I'm going to be.

(You threw the towel on the bed and walked by him, slightly stomping your feet)

Steve: We’ll see about that.

Imagine being part of the Marvel cast and being liked by these guys!

A/n: gifs aren’t mine!

Tom Hiddleston

Y/n: Hiddles! Wanna hear a quote I made?

Tom: I’d rather no-

Y/n: Okay great! Listen carefully!

Tom: I’m listening!

Y/n: Roses are red, violets are blue, vodka costs less than a dinner for two.

Tom: *laughs* I’m impressed!

(He said winking at you)

Y/n: And that’s why we’re still single! *wink*

(You said waving goodbye and walking off)

Tom: (gif happens) Wow!

Sebastian Stan 

(Both of you are reacting to Liza Koshys puns) 

Y/n: Her puns are cringey but funny! 

Sebastian: Oh Yeah? Why don’t you make one than?

Y/n: Is that a challenge Stan? 

Sebastian: Yes indeed Y/L/N!

Y/n: Okay! How do you get holy water?

Sebastian: You boil the hell out of it! Make a new one!

Y/n: You make one!

Sebastian: You know your puns are cheesy, but they make me feel GRATE!

(You fell onto the ground and started dying of laughter! Sebastian tried holding in his laughter but ended up laughing along with you) gif happens

Y/n: You’re so cute! Oh my gosh I can’t!

(You couldn’t stop laughing but you had enough energy to get up)

Sebastian: You’re so annoying, you know that?

(Sebastian said chuckling now. You got up and walked to the door about to leave the trailer still laughing. You turned back to Sebastian)

Y/n: Mission accomplished Soldier!

(With that said you winked at him then stepped out)

Sebastian: (gif happens) What am I gonna do with you?

Chris Evans

Chris: Damn! That ass is flatter than a piece of bread!

Y/n: I can always tell when you’re lying. Your lips move!

Chris: I guess you prove that even god makes mistakes sometimes.

Y/n: You did not just say that to me!

(You had a serious face but both of you knew it was as a joke)

Chris: You heard me! 

Y/n: You just started war Evans!

(You said in a low voice, crossing your arms over your chest)

Chris: I’m well aware of that! 

(He got up and slowly walked towards you)

Y/n: You are not as bad as people say, you are much, much worse

Chris: Some babies were dropped on their heads but you were clearly thrown at a wall.

Y/n: The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chickens ass and wait!

Chris: Are you the chicken?

(Chris asked with a smirk on his face)

Y/n: You wish! I can’t fit a big human dick like you up my non-existent chicken ass!

Chris: Right!

Y/n: Admit it Evans! I have an ass!

(Chris nodded his head mockingly)

Chris: Yeah you do!

Imagine Chris acting like he's sleeping and he looks at you while you're changing!

You open the door to your room to see Chris sleeping on your bedroom sofa with a robe.

You go to the washroom to wash your face and then you came out to get a change of clothes.

You didn’t care to change in front of Chris bc he was sleeping or as you thought he was. You slowly started stripping out of your dress.

Chris slightly opened one of his eyes to see you taking your dress off. He smiled at the work of art in front of him.

You were now in your lingerie and you looked at the mirror to find Chris immediately close his eye after making eye contact.

You smiled and jumped on your bed to get a pillow and threw it at him with full force!! He started laughing and threw the pillow that was under him.

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ?” “ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋʟʏɴ.”

——To the best 8 years by Chris Evans as Captain America / Steve Rogers

Brother from another mother

how can you choose, I want all of them🤩

-𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧

Okay so a few things:

Just finished The Gray Man and I f**king loved it SOO much!

I see why people like Chris Evans character; Lloyd is really good looking and all, yes. But I don't agree or understand HOW PEOPLE ARE OK WITH A SOCIOPATH. I mean yeah he's handsome and shit but still, HE FREAKS ME THE F**K OUT!

It's sad there's not much hype/appreciation for Six. Sure, he's an assassin and but he seems like a lost puppy who's still figuring shit out and who loves Claire very much. ITS SO SWEET!

Now let's address the real deal, "HOW TF DID RYAN GET SO BUFF!?". The shot of his arms in that scene made me rewind 15 times. HE'S SO F**KING HOT IT PHYSICALLY HURTS ME 😫

ANA DE ARMAS. What is there to say, she still as gorgeous as ever and I wish I had a girlfriend like her.

As an Indian, specifically South Indian I'm SO F**KIN PROUD of Dhanush. He did so well I hope he gets more opportunities like this. Also, for a character of that caliber, he deserves more screen time.

TWO YEARS

SUMMARY: "accidentally" during an interview you and Chris reveal that you're dating.

A/N: sooo, this is my first post and also, english it's not my first language so i hope this is good. let me know what you think! take care of yourself pls <3 (not my gif)

Chris and you had decided to keep your relationship as secret as possible, because you wanted to avoid the paparazzi and the countless notes that would have their names as a title.

after the endgame tapes, the two were thankful that people thought they hadn't seen each other anymore and that each was in their respective home. although, obviously there were fans who noticed every little detail about some photo or instagram story.

the quarantine had taken everyone by surprise, but what surprised and even alarmed them the most was that James Corden wanted to do an online interview with several of the cast and obviously with you and Chris included.

"morning, my love" Chris said as soon as he got up and saw that you were already awake.

"hi, baby" you smiled at him and leaned a little closer to leave a short kiss on his lips.

"what is it? the interview?" he asked as soon as he saw that you stopped smiling as you parted from the kiss. you nodded as you closed your eyes for a moment "don't worry, darling. everything will be fine."

"i don't know, Chris. i think we should stay in bed and say we got sick." Chris laughed at your comment and ran one of his hands around your waist.

"that would attract more attention, don't you think?" he asked and that made you smile again. "look, this is what we're going to do. i'll be in the kitchen and you can be outside sitting on the wooden chair we have there. no one will suspect anything, i promise."

"i will trust you for the first time in my life" you said with a smile, provoking one in him.

"rude" was the last thing he said before reconnecting his lips with yours.

finally it was time for the interview, as they had said, you were in the backyard and chris was in the kitchen, each one with their airpods so that the noise would not give them away.

"once again, thank you so much for being here." James thanked all the members who were connected.

"don't worry James. it's our pleasure to be here again." Zoe said kindly with a big smile.

"who told you that? i'd rather be in bed right now watching any Marvel movie, except Spider-Man, without offending you Tom." most of your friends smiled when they heard your comment, especially Sebastian and Anthony.

"i see what's going on here." Tom said quickly and pointed one of his fingers at you. "you're making alliances with Mackie and Stan to annoy me, that's a cheap shot."

"ugh, I hope the quarantine never ends so I don't have to see them again." Robert said sarcastically and rolled his eyes as he sipped from the coffee in his cup.

the interview started to move forward and it was soon your turn to answer some questions James had for you.

"the fans want to know, do you have any upcoming projects or are you taking a break like everyone else?" he asked while reading one of his letters.

"well, this is actually a secret if Stan will allow me to reveal it." you spoke up and quickly sought approval from your partner. when it was given, you kept talking: "Stan and I are in a new movie out of the entire superhero universe." you responded with great emotion.

"that's true." Sebastian added a comment. "i've been seeing [Y/N] for a few weeks now. when it was the meeting where we read the script and I saw her there, i really felt a relief that I wouldn't have to make any new friends." he confessed and raised his eyebrows.

"i have to admit I thought so-." you stopped talking as soon as Dodger started barking.

"is that a dog? i didn't know you had a dog." Hemswort quickly asked and leaned a little closer to the camera.

you could see how Chris also froze a bit when he heard the other Chris' comment. they both knew that he was only doing it to annoy the two of you, well, all his companions knew that you two were together.

"no, I'm at my parents' house and they recently adopted a dog." you tried to hide it with a smile.

by the time Chris was answering some questions, you couldn't help but look at him with great tenderness and love from your small screen, causing several of your friends to notice this.

"alright, back to [Y/N]" James talks again. "how have you been coping with the quarantine?"

"honestly, it took me a bit..." you sighed when you heard Dodger bark again. "i have found some hobbies, but, it is not the same as being on a set or in a restaurant." you answered with a grimace and closed your microphone.

"what are those hobbies? tell us." the guy encouraged you.

"one of those better be learning to skateboard because you're lousy, [Y/N], lousy." Anthony commented a laugh.

you had already opened the microphone and were ready to defend yourself from the actor, however, a "shut it, Dodger" from Chris from the kitchen slipped into your audio, leaving everyone surprised.

"is that the voice of Chris Evans?" James asked in total surprise.

"What? Of course not-" you were going to deny everything, however, Chris quickly run from the kitchen to your side.

"yes, it's me." the actor responded with a smile, and quickly the open mouths of all the other actors were present.

"are you two dating?" Corden asked as he sucked in air with his left hand.

"we are, yes." you answered while smiling broadly.

"in fact, they have been for two years." Scarlett added. "that's right! they have been lying to you for two years."

"thank goodness they said so!" Tom said with some relief. "as soon as I heard Dodger barking I didn't know if I was going to be able to hold it back any longer and it was probably going to escape my mouth."

"well, kid, you've managed to keep the secret for two and a half years. i think that's a great achievement" your boyfriend congratulated him and the laughs were not long in coming.

Helping Hand

Pairing: Bestfriend!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Breeding, impregnation, mating press, p in v, no protection, foreplay, cunnilingus, implied alcohol (can be ignored if you don’t drink, because neither :) ), Beefy!Ari (6,4), check-ins, body worship, mutual praise, kink slight scent kink, size kink

Nicknames: Baby, Sweetheart, Princess, Darling, Mommy

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: This was a request from @adoreyouusugar and let me just say she has the patience of a saint, because she requested this ages ago. Just want to say that I’m so sorry; I really hope you like it and it lives up to what you wanted.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

“And here’s your drink, and there’s mine.” Ari placed the sparkly purple and blue drink on the coaster in front of you and then seated himself on the plush velvet barstool next to you holding up his whiskey glass waiting for you to clink your glass against his. You let out a small titter, picking up your glass “to a quiet night between friends.” Ari announced.

“To friendship and your extremely successful bar.” You added.The sound of your glasses colliding briefly covered the slow sombre tunes that Ari had playing through the bars speakers.

Ari took a quick sip and you followed suit, smiling at the lovely tasting drink he had made for you “It’s not that successful.” He stated humbly.

“You’re being way too modest right now. This place is packed almost every single day, it's rare to be able to get a place on the dance floor let alone a seat at the bar. People were almost rioting when you said you were closing early tonight. Those girls sitting at the bar watching you like hawks were especially angry.’

“Well, I have a very special person with me so of course I would close early.” You let out a series of dry laughs, causing Ari’s deadpan expression to turn into a frown. He placed his free hand on yours “Im being serious. You’re one of my only friends.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you took your hand back and began to dramatically list “What about Steve, Bucky, Sam, Lloyd-“

“Don’t mention those guys. They get on my nerves.” He sighed, eyebrows pinching together as he facepalmed.

“Sure they do.” You chortled “that’s why they come here and hang out with you every other day.”

“The only reason they come is too exploit me for free alcohol.”

“I don’t blame them, your drinks are amazing.”

“Look, I know you know what I mean. I feel like I can be open with you, you’re kind of like my other half.”

“Other half huh?” Your eyes drifted to the chest hair peeking out of the open button on his blue button up, then down to his rolled up sleeves constricting around his firm, veiny forearms and the golden watch on his left wrist. You couldn’t help yourself as you continued to take in his appearance, focusing especially on his large, rough hands, which you had imagined a myriad of times when alone in your bed. You were ashamed of yourself for doing what you had just criticised those girls for, but Ari was your friend. You knew that; you’d never attempt to violate the trust between the both of you. But even then it didn’t stop the fact that your best friend was the hottest guy in the city and that fact made it hard for your eyes to not drift when you were with him. “You said you feel you can be open with me, right Ari?” You questioned. The words leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself, you had no idea what came over you, perhaps it was him saying that he trusted you that made you want to finally be honest about what you had been considering for a while.

“Yeah…I did.” His brows furrowed again, his eyes flooded with concern "Everything alright?” You meet his gaze quickly, the concern in his soft gunmetal blue eyes made your heart squeeze. You turned your attention to the wall of bottles beside you, taking a long swig of your drink “is there something you need to tell me?”

You quickly shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath and mentally formulating what you were about to ask so you didn’t sound like an absolute creep and ruin your years of friendship. But even if you did, you knew what Ari was like despite his cold, blunt exterior he was understanding and level-headed. He wouldn't start hating you because of one thing “This is going to sound really weird. And you can absolutely say no. I value your friendship, I feel like I can also trust you with anything. I- God I don’t wanna make things between us strange.” You mentally punched yourself for fumbling with your words, digging your fingernails into your thigh to try to centre yourself.

“I promise you, no matter what you say. No matter what you do. I will always be your friend, and you will always be mine. So you can tell me.”

You took a deep breath, facing Ari “I feel very secure where I am in my life and I really want to be a mother.”

“Okay.” He was quiet for a second, before he continued “ You want to have a baby and you want me to help?” He asked, his voice totally calm.

You were shocked that he instantly knew what you were suggesting “umm. Yeah…I want you to help me, please.”

“Alright, when do you wanna do it?”

“Wait. Wait.” You put your drink down to stop you from dropping the glass and threw your hands up in a stopping motion “You’re okay with this?!” You couldn’t believe how nonchalant Ari was towards this. Ari, the man with a glare that could cut stone was casually agreeing to impregnate you. It felt as if you were dreaming. You knew he was always willing to help you, but you thought that only extended to easy Maintenon tasks, not something like this.

He raised an eyebrow at the startled look on your face “Absolutely, why wouldn’t I be?” He questioned warily

“I don’t know… I just thought maybe you’d think it's weird since we're not together and asking you to make me pregnant is a big ask.” Ari’s large hand pulled your hands away from their place on your thighs and engulfed them once again. He flipped one of your hands and began to rub circles into your palm in an attempt to sooth you.

“I told you, you’re my best friend. I want to help you in anyway I can. Now, when do you wanna do it? Tonight?” His voice was low and smooth like velvet as he asked, the tone making your pussy involuntarily twitch in appreciation.

“If that’s okay with you.”

He nodded solemnly “Come on let's go to my room upstairs. Unless you want to do it in one of the booths.”

You giggled at his suggestion, although you knew the booths were extremely comfortable you didn’t feel as if that was the correct setting for what was about to happen “Upstairs would be great.” Ari took your hand in his and began to lead you upstairs

“This way then, Princess.”

“Kiss me, Ari” You nibbled at the scruff decorating his chisels jaw, running your hands across his hairy forearms and placing his hands on your breasts. He obliged moving his hands to pull you into him, whilst locking your lips in a furicious kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you senseless as his tongue tangled with yours. Ari swallowed your moans as he slipped one of his hands between you rubbing at your clothed core momentarily, before moving on to other areas of your body. you whined into his mouth in protest, grinding yourself on his thigh which he had positioned between your legs and pressed yourself impossibly closer to his chest. You could feel yourself melting in his arms as Ari carried on kissing you, taking his time to explore your mouth and roam you clothed curves with his hands. They travelled back up the top of your spine, ghosting the back of your neck with his finger tips before slipping down to the back of your dress and making quick work of your dress's zipper. Reluctantly you let your hands fall from Ari’s hair and stopped kissing him so you could slip your dress off leaving you only in your bra and panties “you look so fucking beautiful, Sweet heart.” Ari's hand glided from your chest, to your waist then to your ass where he gave you a few squeezes “You’re perfect. I have to see these breasts.” You unclipped your bra allowing your tits to finally be free and tossed it to the floor to join your dress. Ari’s calloused hands quickly cupped them, his thumb running across your hardened nipples before continuing the feather light touches on the rest of the skin of your bare breasts “Your skin is so soft.” He spoke quickly before leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a small gasp in response as his hot tongue lapped at your nipple. He then grazed the hard nub gently with his teeth as he tweaked the other with his fingers.

You tugged at his shirt pulling it from the black jeans he had it tucked into and began to unbutton it with shaking hands, as Ari continued his assault of your sensitive nipples. “Ari you’re so hot. God I love you like this.” His shirt joined your clothes on the floor and you instantly began to run your hands across the solid planes of his abdomen, your mouth salivating at the sight of him. You’d seen him shirtless before and you’d definitely imagined him shirtless in compromising positions, but finally being allowed to touch him like this made you brim with elation. But there was something you wanted to see, his cock which you’d fantasised about too many times. You could see the outline of it pushing against the fabric of his jeans, but you wanted to finally be able to touch it “Ari- help me take your p-pants off.” You could barely get out a sentence with how he was teasing your nipples, but he finally let go. Speedily stripping off his pants, leaving him with only his boxer in which the outline of his stiff cock was undeniable. He was straining against the fabric, his tip making a wet mark on the front of his blue briefs “Holy shit, you weren’t joking it’s really big.”

“Of course not, I told you that I’d never lie to you.” You pulled down the brief finally releasing his dick, it bobbed against his abdomen, the reddened head shiny with precum.

You could barely wrap your hand around it. You gave his cock a pump extracting a grumbly moan from Ari as you ran your thumb across the slit “So big and hard.”

“All or you, you made me like this.” You were enraptured by his smooth deep voice hanging on every syllable as you released him and began to lower yourself to your knees, but Ari grabbed you and pulled you back up cupping your face with his hands “Tonight’s all about you, Princess. I’m gonna make you cream my name while I fuck a baby into you.” You nodded you head slowly, slightly disappointed at being denied the ability to choke on his thick cock. But all was forgotten when Ari picked you up with ease in his strong, firm arms giving your ass a spank as he carried you over to the bed setting you down gently.

“I was really expecting you to throw me just now.”

“Usually I would, but not tonight. Tonight you get treated like a Princess, maybe tomorrow morning I’ll throw you around like usual, but not right now.” You scoffed in response. Ari took a pillow from next to you and brought it to your hips “Lift up, I’m gonna put this under you so you don’t hurt your back.” You obliged, settling back down onto the soft pillow.

“Such a gentleman” you remarked sarcastically

“I always am. Now then it's time for these panties to go.” He stroked between the folds of your clothed pussy, teasing the wet spot with the tips of his fingers “Already so fuckin’ wet for me.” Ari took the waistband of your lacy panties between your teeth and began to tug them off. Once they were off he took them into his hands and lifted it to his face taking in the scent of you. Your cheeks burned at the sight of him with his panties pressed to his nose, taking in the scent of your arosual that he caused “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.” He tossed them to the ground and began stroking his hand across the smooth skin of your thigh, squeezing every so often before reaching your knees. He bent your legs slowly then rested them on his broad shoulders. Ari gave one of your knees a kiss before looking down at you with a dark lusty gaze “This ok?” He purred, gaining a quick succession of nods from you in response. His calloused palm stroked your cheek tenderly, then tenderness set your nerves ablaze. If you weren’t careful you were going to get addicted to this, him treating you as if you were fine china, so sweet and caring. It made your pussy throb in excitement. Ari’s voice cut through your thoughts “words, baby. I need your words.”

“Please, Ari, use your mouth on me.” You pleaded, making Ari’s lips curve into a soft smile that he reserved only for you. The smile that always made your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. Even now with his head in between your legs, puffs of his warm breath fanning at your sensitive clit, what embarrassed you most was his warm, barely noticeable smile.

He moved towards your face and leaned down, pressing a quick peck to your lips, then he made his way back down to your core, stroking down your sides with his strong hands as he went “I can’t wait to taste your beautiful pussy.” He murmured, voice deep and husky, as he traced your lips making your hole clench around nothing. You squirmed, agitated by Ari’s teasing “I’m gonna give you what you want now. Don’t worry, Darling.” You let out a small hum which melted into a whine as his hot, wet tongue made contact with your clit. He slowly circled the bud, his eyes veering upwards to watch your expression as he surrounded your clit with his lips sucking the sensitive nub before flicking it in quick succession. He let out a gravely chuckle in response to your shrill scream of pleasure as you buried your fingers in his ashy blonde locks, pushing his face impossibly closer to your dripping core.

“Ari! Feels really good, I want more, more of your tongue.”

Ari slurped at your juices making the most salacious sounds, before he pulled back from you. Licking around his mouth to drink as much of your juices as he could. “Don't worry. You’re going to get more of it. Being such a good girl for me.” You sat up quickly connecting your lips with his tasting yourself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. The sting of him tugging at your scalp lightly made a moan slip from your lips. He looked directly into your eyes as he grazed your bottom lip with his teeth as you pulled apart, “now you know how fucking sweet you taste. I’m gonna give you more, I want you to cum on my tongue.” He rumbled, making even more sick drip out of you.

Ari delved back between your legs, digging his nails slightly into your calves to reposition you on his shoulders as he began to suck and lick your pussy with restored zeal devouring you. You could hardly hold back your moans as you felt the heat within you rising even higher, the sight of him between your legs tuned your nerves that were already on fire into a blistering wildfire as Ari attacked you with his tongue. You squeezed his head between your thighs as tugged at his hair shoving his face against your needy pearl. He retaliated by purposely rubbing his scruff against your inner thigh as he hollowed out his cheeks sucking on your clit. Ari released one of your legs, bringing his hand between his leg and pumping his dripping, hard dick prompting low growling moans from his mouth that made his tongue vibrate against your clit. You could barely contain yourself, you were so close “gonna cum!” You cried drivin your hips into his mouth as you back lifted even further off the mattress. From between your legs you could hear Ari’s muffled shouts for you to do it, for you to come on his face. His commands pushed you to the edge, you finally let go allowing the heat in your abdomen to take over you a kaleidoscope of colours blotting out your vision as you threw your head back into the pillows pulling Ari’s hair so hard you’re surprised he didn’t scream as you rode out the aftershocks using his face.

Once you had settled slightly Ari pulled away from your clenching pussy, cold air kissing your overstimulated clit setting off goosebumps across your skin. Through your half open eyes you could see him, his hair messy from your hands tugging at it, pupils blown wide with ardour and the lower part of his face damp with your arousal “I can’t wait to put a baby in you, Darling” His eyes scanned over your body before he dipped his head back between your legs raking his teeth along your inner thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.

He nipped the skin, kissing and licking the sting away which only worked to increase the sensations you were coming down from “Ariii” you whimpered out, making your face redden at how pathetic you sounded mewling his name. But you could barely find it within yourself to care, the pleasure from your orgasm meddling with your thoughts.

“Right here, Baby. I’m gonna start loosening you up, that okay?”

“Want you now.” You mumbled almost groggily “You just ate me out, I’m already loose. I’m ready!” You whined wiggling your hips to try to entice him.

A smile graced his lips once again as he hung his head and huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in mock disappointment “Baby, you know from our conversations that I’m big. I need to stretch you, I want this experience to be as comfortable as possible for both of us. Especially for the beautiful mom to be below me.” He moved to hover above you pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Fine…You can loosen me up.”

“Thank you.” He pecked your lips once again “You won’t regret it, promise.” You felt the tips of his long digits stroke against your already dripping entrance, circling it a few times before he slowly pushed them inside you maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. You could tell from the slight smile and adoration in his eyes that he was revealing in how easy it was to destroy you. He had barely just put his fingers inside of you and already you were attempting to buck your hips to get him deeper “so eager for me.”

“You’re being too slow! I want it so bad.” Your craving for him was growing too much for you to handle, the desperation making you push your hips closer and closer towards his thick cock which was already leaking.

“Patience now, Pretty girl. I told you I’d make this worth it and I never go back on a promise.”

He used his thumb to rub your clit sending shockwaves through you as he continued to stretch you open for him “Gonna put another finger in, then we can start.” You hummed at him feeling a slight burn as three of his large fingers began pistoning in and out of your slick hole “So good, you’re ready.” His finger pumped inside you once more before he pulled them out. You opened your eyes, peering down at him holding your breath as you watched Ari lick your slick from his fingers, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. The sight of his blown pupils added to your crazed need as he brought his hand to his cock pumping it briefly. You watched his sculpted, sun kissed chest rise and fall with each breath as he lined up the head of his cock with your entrance “Take a deep breath for me.” You instantly followed his instructions, the prospect of finally being filled with him making you more obedient “Now breathe out. I’m gonna enter you, Darling.” Your exhaling was interrupted by the sweet burn radiating from your hole drawing a sharp yelp from you as it stretched to attempt to accommodate Ari's thick member. He entered you slowly, fiddling with your nipples between his fingers in an attempt to draw even more pleasure from you “that’s the tip. Such a good girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, curling your arms around the pillow behind you “There’s no way that was just the tip!”

“Just the tip. It’s okay, the rest will be easier.” He assured stroking your sides encouragingly.

You braced yourself taking Ari’s cock inch by inch. He Let out a growl as he settled inside, feeling your walls clench around his cock, squeezing him so tightly “Even with all that prep you’re still so fucking tight.” He muttered.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one aiming for the spot inside of you which caused you t practically scream for him. But it wasn’t enough you “Ari want it harder!Faster! Please!” You begged, your fingers digging into the fabric of the pillow case behind your head.

“You want more? I’ll give it to you” He thrust into you with increased speed and power hitting a spot so deep inside you that you saw white drawing a guttural moan from your chest.

A primal urge washed over him as he watched his cock move in and out of you, your walls twitching as he slammed into you once again his tip was pushing right against your cervix. Familiar tinges of arousal pooling in your gut as Ari continued to rock into you, the head of his cock hitting directly against the spongy part inside of you that made your toes curl and back arch even more. You want him so deep inside of you, you wanted him on top of you so you could breathe in nothing but the scent of him “Ari want you on top of me!” You whined

“Quite demanding aren’t we?”

“Please!”

“Good girl for using your manners, I'll change positions.” He took your legs off your shoulders and instead hooked his arms under your knees before hoovering himself above you. You threw your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his shoulder blades as his beard scraped across your cheek, he licked the shell of your ear with his tongue “Gonna put a baby in you! I’m gonna make you pregnant with my baby. Squeezing me so much, you really want my seed don’t you? Want me to make you a mom?” The gruff tone to his voice as he spoke only thrusted you deeper into your lust fueled trance which had you moaning like a pornstar at any slight movement of Ari’s hips.

“Yes! I wanna be a mommy!” You screamed no longer caring about how desperate for him you sounded.

“Such a good girl.” He purred, continuing his harsh thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your ass as his pace only quickened.

Ari looked directly into your watery eyes before slipping his tongue into your open mouth sweeping across your tongue to prompt you into reciprocating the passionate kiss. It took a while for your brain to catch up with how fuzzy everything was becoming from having Ari rocket you towards climax, but you began to return the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with your teeth as your mouths parted as payback for the last time he kissed you. Smirking at him from below, he caught onto why you had done it and simply smirked as well before using the pad of his thumb to massage your sensitive clit which was still throbbing from his tongue teasing it earlier. You choked out a moan, moving your hips in time with his thrusts “Gonna come Ari!” You exclaimed.

“Me too, fuck! Gonna fill you with my seed!” He grunted, letting out a low moan as he angled the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over and over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry of his name. A blanket of euphoric warmth covered your whole body, legs twitching and fingertips tingling as you slowly returned back to reality in Ari’s bedroom. You wiped your forehead— damp with a thin layer of sweat— and then returned the hand to its safety of Ari’s broad, muscular shoulders, stroking up to the prominent vein in his neck and tracing its branch-like pattern to further ground yourself. A part of you couldn’t believe that you had just had sex with your best friend, but another part of you was content. You could feel his warm spend inside of you filling you up, you were going to be pregnant from this you just knew it. Ari’s husky voice disrupted the huffing of both of you catching your breath “You’re gonna be a great mom. I promise.” He spoke in a tone that while soft also made you aware that he was extremely serious about what he was saying. You felt tears brimming your eyes as you thought about it. You were going to be a mom. It made your heart hammer in excitement.

You felt Ari slowly pull out of you before plopping down next to you on the bed and pulling you to lay on his chest, you revealed in the warmth of his large chest “I don't think I can ever look at this place the same way ever again” Ari gave a chortle in response, Moving his arm under your body so he could hold you “Thanks Ari, for everything…Not many people would do this for their friend.”

He turned his face towards you, forehead glistening with perspiration and eyes twinkling and creased from his smile. With his free hand he brushed the hair in your face behind your ear “I’m always here to lend a helping hand, Sweetheart. Always.”

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I Wanna Be Yours❦

Part 1: Snap out of it

Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

One stop off of heaven masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, reader is the side piece, hurt, brief mentions of childhood friend!Bucky, no happy ending (sort of), reader is used, no aftercare, all hurt no comfort, p in v, rough sex, hate sex, doggy style, hair pulling, slapping, biting, allusions to reader being infertile (can be ignored :))

Nicknames: My girl, whore, slut, Sweetheart, buttercup

WC: 4K

The Happier version: My Girl -Coming soon

A/N: This is the angstier version of the fic ‘My Girl’ and is the actually original version of the fic and more truly embodies what I was feeling when writing them both.

A/N: Ive been gone for a really long time (like almost 3 months) and I’m really sorry I’ve been extremely busy, because as a lot of you know I’m doing a PhD right now. Anyway, this is part of a series that I’ll hopefully finish when I’m not so busy. I also have a few requests to finish. Love y’all 💕

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

You both laid in the middle of the hotel bed, your head nuzzled into Bucky’s chest as you held him tight, taking in the smell of him like it was the last time you’d ever be able to. Your mind burned as you broke down every note of his scent; Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted it like a recipe in your head, begging yourself not to forget it. Just in case you ever had to recreate it when he was gone, it was inevitable after all—It was reality, this world you had both created in this room was no longer tangible. Someone was going to find out, or they had already—and to make him keep risking it, running around with you at night. It couldn’t continue, the thought of it ending made your throat tighten and a smell similar to pva glue fill your nose. It burnt as you blinked the tears back. Even as you squeezed him tighter, closer, it felt like he drifted further and further away; you could just feel it. He was distancing himself from you mentally and now physically, to make it more bearable for you both; so that he could lessen the pain, but little did he know the more he moved away the more it hurt, the more your heart shattered into tiny, little pieces that you’d inevitably be left alone to pick up. You wondered if you’d ever be able to repair your heart, or if it had shattered so much into such minuscule pieces that trying would be futile.

You had one final night with him and here you were, spending it cuddling him trying to suppress your tears. You didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes if you shattered, if you showed how much this little love affair truly meant to you. You loved putting up the tough, emotionless bitch act but you couldn’t. Not now. Not if it meant letting him go, never feeling his rough hands trace your every curve, never having him to kiss every scar, never being able to hear his deep, silky voice. You didn’t give a shit about the sex, no matter how mind blowing it was. You just wanted him to stay, you’d become celibate if it meant he’d stay. You’d do anything. But you weren’t “his girl” no matter how many times he whispered it to you softly or made you scream it as he fucked you. You just weren’t his. Not in the eyes of the law and not in the eyes of any of your guy’s friends. She was and you hated her for it, you hated the nice girl who brought you ‘Welcome home’ cookies, who comforted you when you were crying, despite not know you were mourning your chance with her husband, the sweet, beautiful, perfect girl that would one day give Bucky the sweet, beautiful, perfect family he’d always dreamed of. You hated that you hated her, it felt immoral, this all felt immoral. But she had what you wanted; him. She had him wrapped around her tiny, wicked…pretty, well manicured finger, it was wrong of you to force him into this—Bucky had always been weak to you and you used that against him. You made him cheat, but deep down you knew a part of him liked it. He was just like you after all, he was broken and a collector—but instead of things you both collected bits and pieces of others and saved them up inside you, it’s what made you both feel whole.

His arm that had been laying flat under your head shifted, he ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing slowly circles on your scalp, caressing the base of your skull with his warm palm. His touch was too much, you didn’t deserve it. That’s what broke you. The burning in your nose got too much; tears began to stream from your eyes like water from a broken faucet and the knot straining in your throat gave way to heavy sobs as you scrunched the material of his shirt in your fingers “What’s wrong sugar?” He asked indifferently, but you couldn’t answer. The embarrassment from letting your walls finally fall in front of him and the pity you had for yourself, that you detested, jammed your throat. You tried to open you mouth to speak, to tell him it was nothing or that you’d had an awful day at work, you’d always been quite sensitive, he knew that, so the excuse of being yelled at in front of everyone at work would probably work, but no matter how much you tried to summon the words you couldn’t speak. The frustration just made it worse, the warmth from your emotional outburst and his natural heat made it hard to breathe. You pushed away from him, finally distancing yourself. But the implications of your action just intensified your blubbering, you felt like a child as you collapsed in front of him.

Bucky pulled you closer even as you tried to fight him off. You kept your face hidden behind your hair, but he started to peel it away from your damp cheeks. “There we go I can see you now.” He let out a halfhearted nervous laugh, smiling. His smile. Your chest tightened painfully, even through your drowned vision, the full intensity of his welcoming smile hit you like a pile of bricks. “What’s wrong, sugar pea? You can tell me, it’s just us.”

“I can’t- can’t tell you”

“Why not? We’ve know each other since we were kids, you can tell me anything.”

“You’re gonna- you’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I’ve seen do a bunch of things and I’ve never once hated you.”

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted, your hands scrambled to your mouth covering it in fear of more words spilling out unchecked. The room fell silent and you heard Bucky’s breathing stop short. You’d ruined everything. Your whole chest ached as your heart beat ramped up, slamming against your rib cage, your ears ringing as the precious Eden you’d created with him began to crumble and rot. Neither of you said a word for what felt like forever, then he slowly pushed you away from him and he rose from the bed slipping on his shoes. “Wait, no don’t leave please.”

“You just had to go ruin it didn’t you? It’s like your specialty.” He turned to you sweeping his hand through the air as he spoke “ Y/N professional ruiner.” He scoffed as he returned to tying his laces “I mean God! You had one job! And it was to lay there and not talk, but you just had to open your mouth.” Every single poisonous word that fell from his tongue knived you.

You held onto his back trying to pull him back into bed “No please, please don’t leave me!” You cried, hardening your grip as he tried to stand.

“You’re so pathetically lonely, you always have been.” Bucky pushed you into the bed, holding your hands above your head as he glared down at you “You’re just like a dog you know that? A creature that can’t survive without its master. That’s what you’ve made me isn’t it? Your master. Well I can’t be anymore, the little doggy needs to realise that she can’t keep forcing people to be in her life, dragging people into her misery!” As he berated you you sobbed, trying to turn away from his scrutinising, to cover your ears. He was right, you were dragging him down into your misery. You were pathetic. You were harming him and his life by existing. “You know what? How about, as a parting gift, we do it one final time? Give the bitch what she wants? Would that make you happy? Would it finally fill that gaping hole inside of you?”

You nodded tearfully, gnawing down on your bottom lip to stop sobbing. It didn’t stop anything. In fact it just made the helpless feeling inside you fester.

He began tearing your clothes off, tugging at your shirt harshly making it catch your ear as he yanked. You resisted the urge to yelp, you didn’t want to anger him further. He tossed it carelessly and gave you a light slap on your cheek before squeezing your face in the palm of his hand. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He let out a dark chuckle as he scrunched your face “You are pathetic aren’t you? I can’t believe it took me this long to realise just how pathetic you truly are. You can take off your skirt can’t you?” You whine out a yes and start to undo your skirt, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky undressing above you. You watch the muscle under his slightly tanned skin stretching and tensing as he removes his clothes. Once he was nude he looked down at you expectantly, catching your wander gaze with a stern scowl “Why are you still wearing clothes? I just told you to take your skirt off. Do it.” You scrambled to unzip your skirt, fiddling with the zipper. Bucky tutted, grabbing the sides of the fabric and tearing it apart “Simple.”

More tears filled your eyes as he yanked off your panties. You closed your eyes and thought back to the other times you were together in different hotels, how gentle he was as he stroked the soft flesh of your thigh and nibbled at your skin, whispering promises and praise as he approached your core. He’d stretch and tease you till you begged him for more and even then he’d be so very careful as he entered, pressing his skin against yours as much as possible just to feel even closer to you.

A searing pain shot through your scalp, making your eye shoot open, as he pulled your hair wrapped around his strong vibranium fingers “Face down, ass in the air.”

“Aren’t you going to prep me first?” You asked sheepishly, your voice not going above a whisper.

“Why the fuck- No. Just do what I told you to do. I’m hard, I want to fuck you.” He scoffed, clearly tired with your constant hesitations and questions.

Hesitantly you sat up and presented yourself to him, hoovering your face above the pillows. He pushed your head down, your heart jumped, fear blooming in your chest; for a brief moment you thought he was going to suffocate you, the reminisce of his smell on the pillows filling your lungs. He released your head, you lifted your face from the pillow slightly “Stay down.” He ordered sternly, sounding bored as his dripping tip pressed against your entrance. You did as he said, lowering your cheek back down on the cheap fabric of the pillow case; you began fiddling with the cream coloured fitted sheet, rubbing the fabric between the tips of you fingers. Waiting. Then you felt him push into you, a searing, stretching pain tingling through every fibre of your being as his thick shaft parted your walls. You weren’t as wet as usual, you weren’t as ready as usual, you were afraid of him in this moment. More afraid than you’d ever been in your life. “Fucking tight. God no wonder I keep coming back to you, it’s this pussy. It’s like silk.” He sheathed fully inside of you, ramming his weeping tip against your cervix.

“Ow! Buck, slow. P-please.” You requested timidly, stuttering out the last part fearfully, feeling a sense of uneasiness churn your insides.

He guffawed in response, leaning his head down to rest against your arched spine. Warm puffs of air made your hairs stand on end as he laughed at your request. Finally he rose back up, swiping a tear from the corner of his eye “Last time I checked whores don’t have much of a say in how their clients fuck them. Lay there and look pretty, moan for me, scream for me, but for fucksake whatever you do just don’t talk. You’re driving me crazy.” He pulled out in one Swift motion before slamming himself back inside, relishing in the cry that left your lips “I’m gonna use your little slut hole and you’re gonna thank me for it aren't you?” His voice deepened as he asked, changing his pace from long and brutal to shallow and fast. When you didn’t answer he slapped your ass harshly and clawed at your back leaving painful, searing red streaks “I said. You’re going to thank me, aren’t you.”

You choked on your tears as you answered, managing to croak out a very quiet “yes, Bucky.” Before burying your face back into the pillow in embarrassment from the sound of how ruined your own voice sounded. You took a deep breath in, taking in the lingering scent of Bucky’s cologne. Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted the list of fragrances, hoping it would carry you away to a better time. But the sound of his grunting, the sound of his skin colliding with yours and the painful, heavy sadness weighing on your head was too much for you to think back to the past. You were trapped here, under him as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

You felt his once loving cool, metal hand snake around your throat squeezing tightly, you began to choke spit flying from your mouth onto the already tear dampened white pillows “The one good thing about you is you feel so much better than her and you let me do whatever I want to you. You let me choke you.” Bucky gave your throat two strong squeezes before removing his hand to allow you to breathe “she- ah squeezing again? God I’m gonna miss this tight cunt. She’s so vanilla, only missionary, no blowjobs and I practically have to beg her to let me eat her out. But you, you’re a little whore, you'll do anything as long as I pump you full of my cock.” As he finished talking Bucky slammed his hips into your ass, watching it jiggle at the force. He craned his neck down and bit the supple flesh, grinding his teeth and licking the mark before returning to his thrusts, slapping your ass just to hear you yelp. You squeezed him even tighter every time he slapped your ass and with each moan and cry your voice sounded more and more ruined, you hated that even when he was treating you like dirt your body responded to him and he could draw this much pleasure from you.

The gradual heat that had been rising within you was becoming unbearable and the moans you have been trying to silence we’re now impossible to silence “That’s it. Scream for me.” A deep, guttural moan escaped from his open mouth, his hand on your hip growing stronger, to the point that you could feel bruises sprouting “Fuck. So close. So goddamn close, I need you to milk me with you tight hole.” Bucky’s metal hand moved away from you head and slipped underneath you, gathering your slick and fiddling with your clit with his thumb.

“Ahh! So good! So good, Buck!” His hand that was holding your hips buried itself in your hair before he yanked it at. You screamed in response to the burning in your scalp

“I said no talking you fucking whore!” You sniffled in response, feeling your release draw nearer. You pushed back against him choking out a moan as you came on his cock, your walls pulsing and squeezing around his twitching length. Bucky rammed into you a few more time with uncoordinated thrust, believing out a loud “Fuck!” As he painted your walls white. A whimper crawled from your throat as he pulled out; you could feel his seed leaking out of you. Bucky flopped down on the bed next to you pulling a few tissues from the bedside table to clean himself. An awkward silence permeated through the room. Not once after having sex with Bucky did you feel dirty, but today you did. You felt an indescribable urge to get home and scrub yourself till your skin bleed to even hope to remove the icky, gross feeling spread across your skin.

Slowly you lifted your head from the pillow and carefully laid down on your back, wincing as you reddened bottom came in contact with the quilt. You laid there staring at ceiling, tears making your vision swim. Bucky’s rough hand entwined with yours; he squeezed your hand twice and swiped the pad of his thumb across your knuckles tenderly “She’s pregnant. I thought I should tell you. She's gonna give me that family I’d always dreamed of.” The words that were crawling up your throat died, you died. Your body went rigid at the word, pregnant. Of course she was pregnant. The word made you sick, it made you jealous, it made you a crucible of contempt boiling over a bunsen flame—you were going to explode. “We'll, aren't you going to say anything? I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I thought you’d at least be happy for me.”

“Congratulations.” The voice that came out didn’t sound like you, It sounded robotic, metallic and forced. But that was all you could manage, if you said anymore you might snap and strangle him or go kill her. You hated yourself for hating her. But it didn’t make the nagging belief in the back of your mind that it should have been you. That it was destined to be you. He was yours, you were his. It was meant to be you at the altar, meant to be you telling funny stories at your wedding about how you were childhood friends that went to high school and college together, who both had brewing feelings that you both kept suppressed and when you finally both got the courage to confess you had to move for work, but destiny made it so you would both reunite and jump at the chance to confess. It was meant to be you.

“Thanks.” His tone was bitter “ I can stay a bit longer, but I’ll have to leave soon. She’s waiting for me after all.” He cuddled you close, stroking your hair, probably imagining you were her. Had he imagined you were her this whole time? Was it that painful for him to fuck you?

The amount of thoughts racing in your head made you want to step outside into the chilly night air to cool down, but now was your final chance to be with him and you weren’t going to waste it. You ran you hands across the corded muscle of his back, drawing soothing circles just like he used to do for you when you couldn’t sleep. When sleep made your eyelids heavy you barely put up a fight, you welcomed sleep with open arms, you wanted to be freed from the bleak, harsh reality and enter into a dream world where she was you. Yeah that sounded good.

“Bucky?” You called groggily. There was no reply. You crawled over to his side of the bed, it was still warm, and peered over the edge. His shoes were gone and so were his clothes. You laid back on the bed, your eyes catching sight of a torn bit of paper. You grabbed the paper and unfolded it, your hands trembling as you read it ‘I don’t want to see you anymore, please don’t bother my family. - James’ You read the words over and over praying they would change into another message, but it didn’t work. It only made the pang in your chest throb. You scrunched it in your hand as you curled up into a ball trying to disappear as you soaked up the shadow of his body heat, the memories of him that were lingering in that shadow—high school when he sat with you behind the bleachers in the rain and gave you his varsity jacket to warm you up “I’m your portable heater at this point.” He jested, letting out his signature low husky laugh that made you melt, college when he held you from behind as you cried into your pillow about your college senior boyfriend who dumped you, because he was graduating; you could still feel the phantom of Bucky’s warmth whenever you were sad thanks to that day. The day he stroked your hair and whispered into your ear that “He didn’t deserve you.” And that he’d “never make you feel like this.” Well he had so many times, he was right now. But it hurt even more now, it was over for good. You’d lost him, you were too many years too late and now you were just clutching to fleeting memories, but God if the feelings didn’t sting every time you thought about him. It was hard not to, he’d dominated every significant moment of your life. But now you were barred from his perfect little family.

Slowly you unscrunched yourself from the ball you’d folded yourself into, spreading your body out like a starfish drying out on the beach. Your throat was scratchy from crying and your eyes were heavy and swollen. Everything hurt, but simultaneously you were so numb.

You thought of showering, you thought of searching through your bag for some pain meds, you thought of driving your car off the bridge back to the city. You thought a lot, as you laid there staring at the yellowed patches on the popcorn ceiling from water damage.

You thought so much and so hard that you didn’t even notice you’d started crying, again, you were drowning in your emotions. You were huddled in a lifeboat slowly filling with water, with no sight of land. You were waiting for him to save you, but he wasn’t coming back “I wanna be yours. Just wanna be…”

A disembodied voice continued “Yours. Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought.” The sweet sound of the man’s singing stops “I thought we were gonna sing together, sweetheart.” There was a soft knocking on the wall next to your head “No more crying okay? Guy was a dick anyway.”

“Who are you?” You questioned, sitting up and pressing your ear against the paper thin wall

“A person who’s also been left out to dry, a person who also needs someone to stop me from drowning. If you want some comfort I can come over; we can just lay here, Y/N.” The way he said your name brought back so many memories, you knew who he was

“Ari?” You asked hesitantly, the man who Bucky said didn’t deserve you all the way back in college was on the other side of the wall. He’d listened to everything. You wanted to evaporate.

The door knob of your room jiggled and then the door creaked open. In the doorway was Ari, droplets of rain trickling down his skin. He dipped his head down so he didn’t hit it as he entered your room, his brown hair was a bit longer than it was in college, his beard a bit fuller, he was much more muscular and his chest was more hairy; but for the most part he was the same, he even still had the same crotchety, yet solemn look on his face “Hiya, Sunshine.” His voice was low and soothing, as if you were the finest China that he was worried about shattering. He closed the door gently and walked over to the side of the bed, crouching down to try to make his bearish figure smaller and less daunting “Long time no see. didn’t think the next time I’d see you would be in a shoddy motel, but life is nothing if not unpredictable, right?”

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One stop off of heaven

Choose your path ➦

My girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

All ends well from Bucky and his girl, now they have to make up for lost time and miscommunication.

Chapters:

🛎️Part 1: I'll call you mine - Coming soon

🛎️Part 2: You're my sweet complete desire - Coming soon

Drabbles:

Coming soon (open to thots/asks)

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader → Ari Levinson x Reader

Bucky might not want you, but someone from your past absolutely does and he won’t let you be treated like you’re worth nothing. He’ll go above and beyond to show you what love truly is.

Chapters:

🗝️Part 1: Snap out of it

🗝️Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

Drabbles:

Coming soon (open to thots/asks)

Santa Claus is coming to town 🎅🏻🎄

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: p in v, vibrator, allusions to breeding, squirting, overstimulation, kind of ddlg dynamic

Nicknames: Doe, Doe eyes, Little one, Good girl, Santa

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas or if you don’t celebrate I hope you’ve just had a nice December.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

A distant rustling woke you from your slumber and groggily you turned over, swiping your hands across the tepid mattress searching for the bulky warmth that was your boyfriend, Ari, but no matter how far you reached you couldn’t feel him. His side of the bed was noticeably vacant of his large bear-like form.

Finally you opened your eyes, confirming what you had been feeling. Ari’s side of the bed was empty; warm, but empty. Squinting your eyes you cast your gaze over to your bedside table, moving aside the tiny Christmas tree to see the bright digital clock displaying that it was almost 1 am and was now officially Christmas.

Slowly you peeled the hefty, comfy quilt off of you, slipped on your reindeer slippers that matched Ari’s and shuffled in darkness towards the bedroom door. Creaking it open cautiously, the warm, yellowish light of the hallway poured into the dark room bedroom and temporarily blinded you. When your eyes finally adjusted to the brightness you peaked your head out of the door, swivelling it to search for Ari. Then you heard the rustling again coming from the living room and it clicked. Ari was putting out the presents, he had told you the day before that he wasn’t going to put the presents out because he knew you’d snoop “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sugar. I know if I put those presents out and leave the room you’ll be shaking them up and down and trying to peek at what Santa got you. You have to be patient, or you’ll get put on the naughty list and I have no problem replacing all the gifts with coal.” You stepped back into the bedroom standing there in the darkness staring at the vacant bed, you knew you should probably go back to sleep, but you knew without Ari there the possibility of going back to sleep now was zero to none. You’d be tossing and turning until he climbed back into bed an curiosity of what all the presents looked like under the tree was making you even more impatient. You grabbed one of your teddy bears from the bed, tucking it under your arm and fiddling with the soft fur of the paw, if you were going to get told off by Ari for being up so late, you were going to need moral support.

Stepping out into the hallway, you stood in place for a moment listening. You could hear the low timbre of Ari’s voice as he hummed Christmas songs. You avoided all the creaking floor boards while you tiptoed over to the living room; peering round the corner you saw your six foot four boyfriend in a tight Santa suit, his muscular arms tensed as he held a stack of presents, placing them neatly under the tree. You unconsciously let out a small giggle at the sight before you, and that’s when you knew you were absolutely caught. You dropped your bear as you covered you mouth, Ari span around on the ball of his heel. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark and his plump, pink lips were turned down in a frown “You’re not meant to be up right now, little Doe” His was low, he didn’t sound genuinely angry and the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was a dead giveaway that he had absolutely expected for you to wake up and find him like this. But you decided to play along, after all you were tired and you did truly just want to find Ari so he could gently rock you, stroke your hair and hum you to sleep.

“I heard a noise; you weren’t in bed so I wanted to come investigate.” You mumbled, turning your gaze downward in an attempt to calm how heated your cheeks were getting just from looking into Ari’s eyes. You crouched down picking up your teddy, holding it tightly to your chest as you played with a lock of your hair.

“I think someone was just being a bad girl and was trying to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus.”

“Just missed you, Ari, promise.” You pouted, shuffling over to him hugging him tight, burying your face into his tight Santa costume; breathing in his scent, he smelt of warm vanilla, sugar cookies and bourbon. The smell of him just made you nuzzle against him more, he smelt so delicious and felt so warm, it was making your head go all fuzzy. You could feel the warmth of your cheeks slowly finding its way between your legs, making your pussy tingle as you grew more desperate for friction.

“I don’t think you’re telling the full truth, Doe eyes, is someone getting all hot down there.” One of Ari’s hands that was wrapped around your waist slipped down between your legs and began rubbing your wet slit through your panties. “You’re so wet already. You know, you can try to lie to me, but your body always tells me the truth. And it’s telling me that someone wants to have some fun with Santa that would not land them on the Nice list.” He taunted in a velvety tone.

“But I’ve been good all year, Daddy.” You murmured, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes as you squeezed him.

He rolled his eyes at your attempts “I can’t attest to that, Doe. You’ve been pretty naughty and you’re gonna have to make up for snooping, little one, or Santa might just have to take all the presents back and replace it with coal.” Ari released you walking over to the rocking chair next to the fireplace and plopping down on it. He clapped his hands on his thighs “Come take a seat on Santa’s lap, then we'll see about getting you put back on the Nice list.” Hesitantly you began to go towards Ari, his dark, stormy eyes watching your every move a you made your way to him. He shuffled forward, taking hold of your hips and lifting you up on to his lap so that your feet were dangling. “The cookies you made were great, no wonder you wouldn’t let me try them when they first came out of the oven I would have eaten them all there and then. They went great with the milk, although I did add my own little twist.” Ari let out. Low chuckle, reaching up towards the mantel to retrieve the engraved flask you had gifted him for his birthday last year. He unscrewed the cap slowly, letting you watch the tendons and veins move under the rough skin of his knuckles as he opened it, taking a long swig “I’d give you some, but Bourbon isn’t for little ones like you. Sorry, doe.” He drank the remaining contents of the flask, you were entranced by his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he drank, it was almost hypnotising. He dropped the now empty flask on the floor. Ari’s large hands took hold of your hips, repositioning you so his thigh was slowed in between your legs. He lifted up his T-shirt that you were wearing and pulled at the band of your panties “You won’t be needing these” You moved to take your panties off; he pushed your hand away and tore through the fabric “Perfect, easy access.”

“I could have just taken them off, you can’t keep ding this every time; at this rate I’ll have no panties left.”

“Good Then I can have you walking around the house always ready for me.” He brushed aside some of your hair, pressing his scratchy beard against the shell of your ear, making you squirm on his thigh “Always dripping, ready to be filled by me.” His hot breath fanned against your face, he smelt of alcohol but you felt like the one intoxicated—intoxicated by his words, his scent, how he manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him. He stroked his hand up your sides, massaging your breast briefly before returning them to their place at your hip and he began moving you up and down his thick, muscular thigh. Holding you still occasionally to grind your clit against him, watching you with lust blown eyes as you bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your moans “I want to hear you, show me how good I’m making you feel.” A strained moan escaped your lips. Ari began to Bounce the thigh you were sitting on to encourage you to move faster “That’s a good girl, keep grinding on Santa’s lap. I can feel you slick making my trousers all damp.” He could feel his dick pressing against his boxers, begging to be freed. He could only hold on for so much longer with you above him crying out for him so prettily. Then he stopped your squirming, your eyes flying open in surprise.

“Why’d you stop? Wanna keep going, so close.” You whined, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks as you pushed down on his shoulders to try and move, but you couldn’t overcome his strong grip at your waist.

“Go get the pink present from under the tree. I’ll let you open it early. Only that one though, no other one’s.” As you slipped down from his lap your legs were still shaking as you came down from the high from your almost orgasm. Ari grabbed your arm pulling you up, just before you fell to the floor, and quickly switched to hold you in place with two firm hands on your hips “I got ya, Doe. My little one can’t even walk because of the pleasure I just gave her. Do you want some help going to get the present?”

“I got it, Santa.” Replied in a sing song voice

“Good girl, go on.” He gave your ass a gentle swatt as you stumbled towards the tree. You bent over as searched through the presents makin sure your dripping pussy was on display for him and then you finally found a small present wrapped in sparkly, pink, festive wrapping paper. You held it up to him, searching for approval and he gave a small nod “That’s the one, bring it over. You're gonna sit on my lap as you open it.” You did just as he said, wandering back over to him and clambering into his lap. He took a handful of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You looked to him for permission before opening it. “Well, open it.” He ushered. You beamed at him as you began to tear the pink paper to reveal a golden box, you opened the top and sat inside was a pink bullet vibrator on a pile of tissue paper “I thought it was time I got you a new one; it’s more colourful than the boring black one you have and this one has way more speeds with Bluetooth connection.” He took it from the box, pinching it between two of his fingers, and pulled out his phone tapping at it to make the vibrator spring to life “Are you ready?” He questioned, you nodded taking ahold of his shoulder to steady yourself. You squeak out a high mewl as he presses the vibe firm against your clit, before bringing it down; slipping it between your pussy lips, teasing you, watching as you nibble on your lip in anticipation for the blissful heat of to return to your clit. Ari let’s a satisfied smile stretch across his lips, before he drags it back over to your clit making you rock your hips greedily trying to chase the pleasurable sensation sprouting in your tummy. the vibration gets higher, the buzzing gets louder, the pleasure gets heightened as he plays with the setting on his phone. A satisfied grin spreading across his lips “Never in my life have I made such a worthwhile purchase. I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He began to suck on the shell of your ear, chortling briefly as he changed the pattern and speed once again as the vibration from the vibe at your clit gets stronger your whines become more broken and desperate.

“How about we go to the finally setting, so you can really test your present out.” Ari cranked up the vibration one finally time to the max setting. You began writhing on his lap, crying out and bucking your hips with wild abandon to chase the pleasure that’s building inside of you as he presses the vibrator just right against your sensitive pearl.

Then he removed it from your clit, stealing your orgasm from you just as you rested on the precipice. Ari slid the vibe into you, guiding it with his fingers to place it directly against the spongy sweet spot inside, the vibration against your inner walls “I’ll be the one to finish you off.”

“Is someone- ah! Getting jealous?” You manage to piece the words together in spite of the ecstatic y clouding your thoughts.

“Never. I know I can destroy you, even without the help of our little friend inside of you. You know it as well, or will I have to re teach you after this?” His voice grew lower, nearing a growl. He meant it as a warning, you knew that, but you knew considering the season he’d let you off. Just this once.

“Maybe later.” You quip, digging you nails into his clothed shoulders for support as you moved in time with his pistoning fingers. He pressed his large thumb to your clit drawing tight circles, adding fuel to the already blazing fire inside of you.

“I want you to cum.” He slipped the vibe out and pressed it to your clit once more and the strong thrumming electricity was all you needed to have you throwing you head back and screaming his name as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at high tide.

“More. Want more.” You cried pressing your chest against against Ari’s leeching the heat radiating off of him.

“I’m gonna give you more, my greedy little doe.” Ari pulled off his T-shirt from your body and threw it onto the couch. He cupped your breast with his hands, pinching your nipples with one hand and taking your other in his mouth; sucking it, circling the hardened nub with tongue. You trailed your hands from his shoulders up to his head and buried your fingers.

“Ari! Please, I want you inside of me!”

“Your wish is my command.” Ari slides his cock threw your folds briefly and then slipped inside. You whimpered at the pleasurable burn of Ari stretching you open, filling you so completely. His pace started slow, but he quickly began thrusting much faster and rougher. You rolled your hips into his thrusts trying to keep in time with the pace Ari setting as he circled your clit with the pink vibe. He slowed pulling out slowly before slamming back inside making a surprised high pitch yelp escape your lips. Ari’s hips stilled “Tell me how good I’m making you feel or I won’t keep moving.”

“Please. It feels so good! You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.” You keened, trying your hardest to focus on him and not let your eyes roll back.

“Good girl.” He rasped, angling his hips to hit the sweet spot directly inside of you.

You choke on your words, hands gripping hard on to the costume, clenching large fistfuls of the fabric as you cry out his name, then the warm and familiar sensation of orgasm blooms across your abdomen reaching an impossible high, you were going to come again, but this time was different you could feel a foreign pressure building in your abdomen “Ari!”

“Let it go. Come for me. I’m so close, just need your tight walls milking my cock one last time to get me there.” He groaned

“I’m gonna- gonna ahhh!” Ari’s low, husky timbre brought you to climax, but as you let go letting the pleasure bulldoze over you felt a hot liquid spray out of you, dripping down on to Ari’s thighs.

“Fuckkk you squirted all over me. You’re so fucking sexy.” He finally removed the vibrator, dropping it to the floor and grabbing your hips with both hands as he pulled you down onto his cock with newfound vigour “Is that what I do to you? Make you all fucking messy? God I’m gonna come, gonna stuff you full of me. We might even have a little Christmas miracle from this. You’d like that.” Ari’s groans melted into desperate moans as he rutted into you releasing inside of you. He paused before he bucked his hips a few times to offset the quivering of his legs from his high.

“Felt good.” You purred, leaning against his chest and fiddling with his beard. Ari lifted you up and you felt all of his seed begin to leak out of you as he placed you back on his knee.

“Here, I left one cookie for you and there’s still some milk, there’s no bourbon in it.” Ari held the cookie out to you and you took a bite, he then pressed the cup of milk to your lips and you held on to his arm as you drank the milk using it to wash down the cookie.

“They still taste pretty good, but they do go better with hot chocolate.”

“That would be too much sugar right now, little one.” He cooed, placing the cookie and milk back down on the table so he could cradle you closer to his chest. You listened to the calming, thumping rhythm of his heart as he pushed slightly rocking the rocking chair gently, whilst stroking your hair “You did so good, little Doe. I think I can officially put you back on the nice list.” His voice was just above a whisper—soothing, calm and only a tad sarcastic. But he was trying his best not to diminish the tiredness that was slowly building inside of you.

“Does that mean I can open my presents?” You laughed, fighting the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep in his protective, comforting embrace.

“Don’t be cheeky, it’s not time for that yet. You still need to get the rest of your beauty sleep, I’m surprised you have any energy after all that.”

You let out a small yawn, shuffling to be able to lean your head against Ari’s broad shoulder “Got lots of energy.” You protested, pouting slightly.

“That cute little yawn you just let out would say otherwise. Come on, Doe, it’s time for bed. Oh, and Merry Christmas.”

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🍁🍪 Ransom Drysdale x Reader: Cookies Drabble 🍪🍁

Warnings: cunnilingus, tooth rotting fluff, baking with Ransom, undertones of power imbalance, Ransom is a bit of a douche, innocent!reader, implied smut

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, dumb (lightheartedly)

A/N: This is kind of a Drabble/continuation of ‘Never stop chasing me’ as it has the exact same dynamic, but you don’t need to read it to understand what’s going on. Can you tell I adore this asshole so much, I just want to squeeze him 🤗 He gives me cuteness aggression Istg.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Everything was ready, you looked down at your list one more time to confirm “Flour, baking soda, canned pumpkin, eggs, sugar, festive cookie cutters… and the rest. It’s all here!” You could hardly contain your excitement as you hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth, a wide smile spread across your face as you hummed along to the songs of the halloween playlist you’d put on. It was perfect, you just needed one more thing.

From the kitchen you heard the jangle of keys and the front door slamming shut. Bingo! Ransom was home. “Puppy! Where are you?”

“In the kitchen!” You call in a singsong voice, the kicking of your legs growing faster as Ransom approached.

You jumped off the counter bounding towards Ransom, squeezing him tightly in a bear hug. You took a deep breath in allowing his familiar, warm vanilla scent to fill your lungs “What’s all of this?” He questioned in a suspicious tone, raising an eyebrow at the neatly ordered spices and assortment of baking ingredients.

“We’re gonna make halloween biscuits!” You exclaimed, your bare feet pattering on the kitchen tiles below you. As you squeezed him tighter.

“We? Do you mean You’re gonna make them?” He asked dryly.

“No, I mean we’re gonna make them together, Ransom.” Your dug you hands into the thick fabric of his sweater, looking up at him and jutting you lower lip out in a pout and putting on your best pair of puppy eyes “Pleaseeee” You whined, rubbing your face into his chest “For me, Ransom, I wanna make cookies with you.” You could see the conflict waging behind his eyes, Ransom bit down on his lip, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his nose.

“Fine. We’ll make cookies together. But you owe me.”

“Owe you what?” You tilted your head to the side curiously, sloping your head upwards to look into his eyes—the white of his sweater made them look almost grey. Ransom's heart squeezed at the innocence in your gaze as you asked him, he adored that about you—the fact that it bordered on naïvety and made you wordlessly follow anything he said like it was gospel.

“I haven’t decided yet,” His gaze travelled down to your bare thighs, he swallowed thickly, he knew you were only wearing panties; it was what you usually did whenever you wore any of Ransoms clothes, because they were so big on you, and it drove him crazy every single time. You always did things unknowingly that made him feral and he had to force himself to keep himself under control “but I have some ideas.” He smirked, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair—giving you two head pats and watching as all your thoughts behind your eyes faded as soon as he touched you. “So…Cookies?” His questioning brought you back to your senses. You released him, turning away from him shyly; embarrassed by the effect his touch had on you. The beast inside of him was aching to be released as he watched you fidget, he had to subtly rearrange himself to prevent you from seeing how hard he was. He walked over to the sink, thoroughly washing his hands.

“I-I have everything set out and measured, all we need to do is put it all together, cut out the cookies, put them on a baking tray and leave them in the oven. I didn’t want you to have to do too much, since I knew you’d be tired.” You wrung your hands together as you explained yourself, busying yourself with fiddling with the strings of your apron.

You could feel Ransom standing behind you before he rested his chin on your head. “How thoughtful of you, Puppy.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head before picking up the mixing bowl “So what’s first?”

“We need to cream the butter and sugar together.” You earned a deep laugh from Ransom “What?”

“Cream.” He repeated, tittering to himself. You gave him a playful slap on his forearm, turning away from him and putting the butter and sugar into the bowl he was holding.

“You’re on whisking duty.” You huffed grabbing the smaller bowl and combining the variety of spices, plain flour and bicarbonate of soda together “You’re gonna be whisking for about 3 minutes, until it’s a nice pale colour” Ransom scooted next to you rolling up his sleeves before he began to whisk vigorously, grunting in the process. You felt your mind wandering as you folded the dry ingredients together, swirling them gently as you let your gaze shift over to Ransom. Biting your lip at the extreme focus he was in whilst whisking.

“That’s looking pretty pale to me. I think I’m done, what do you think?” He questioned, looking down at you. He set down the bowl “Caught you staring.”

“I was looking at the bowl!” You defended, unable to meet his accusing gaze.

“Sure you were. Come on, you're the leader, do we just combine both of these?”

“Yep! You know for someone who’s never cooked or baked you’re pretty good at this!”

“Don’t be cheeky, Puppy. I’ve baked before, just not often. Here gimme that.” He took the small bowl of dry ingredients and dumped it all in the bowl he’d been mixing.

“No! we were meant to fold it in slowly!”

“It’ll be fineeee. We can still fold it and now it’ll be quicker.” He passed the wooden spoon over to you “Your turn, since you’re the expert.” He said in a honeyed tone.

After bumping heads with Ransom a bit more about his odd approach to baking you finally had all the cookies cut out in the shapes of pumpkins and bats and on a baking tray. You slid it into the oven and closed the door, throwing the oven gloves and your apron onto the counter “That took way longer than it was meant to, because someone was eating the raw cookie dough!” You grumbled, washing the sticky residue of the cookie dough of your hands.

Ransom picked you up with ease, locking his lips with yours as he placed you on the counter. As he kissed you he began running his hands all across your body; slipping his hands up his sweater you were wearing to caress your tits, tweaking and twisting the pebbled nipples. He pushed his hardened cock against your dripping cunt as he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours. Watching as you turned into a whimper mess beneath his attention as he deprived you of oxygen. His kisses becoming more and more ravenous as your face becomes red, Ransom pulls away from allowing you to breathe. You grabbed at Ransom trying to pull him back in for more kisses, your mouth feeling so empty without him. But Ransom eased down on to his knees, tipping his head back as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter by your calves. “All this baking has made me hungry, Puppy, but I’m sure you can fix that. Can’t you, my precious little Pup?” Heat rises to your cheeks as a throb of heat pulses between your thighs, you squeeze them together trying to subtly gain some friction. He slowly trails his large hands from your calves up to your knees, rubbing circles into them with the pads of his thumbs before he parts your legs. You loved it when ransom manhandled you, the way he took control and dominated you; he made you wet without even touching your pussy.

Ransom massaged the wet spot form on your underwear grinning as he watched you bite back a moan. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them off and tucking them away in the back pocket of his dark blue jeans “You’re dripping for me.” He blew cold air against your clit, as if you were a hot meal he was trying to cool, the action sent a shiver up your spine making Ransom chuckle

“Stop teasing.” You pouted using one of your hands to tousle his hair playfully.

“I’m teasing? I think you’re mistaken, Pup. You’ve been teasing me since the second I walked through the front door. Wearing my sweater, giving me those puppy eyes and expecting me to be able to focus on baking. I wanted to bend you over this counter and fuck your little brains out as soon as I laid eyes on you. This is simply payback.” Placing feather light touches with the tips of his fingers right next to your swollen lips.

You whined pushing your hips into his face “Please.” You begged “need you.”

“Can’t even form a full sentence. I haven’t even touched you yet and you can’t even think coherently. What are we going to do with you, my dumbly little Puppy?” He cooed, taking your sensitive nub into his scorching mouth, sucking on it gently and grazing the hood with his bottom teeth. You threw your head back, narrowly missing the corner of the cabinet. He released your clit, swiping his tongue through your creamy slit; before sucking on each of your puffy lips giving soft nibbles to each, your moans rising in pitch with every soft touch and lick. He slipped two fingers inside you, scissoring them inside you whilst he drew his initials on your clit with his tongue with slow swipes. You could barely focus on anything, as his fingers rubbed against the spongy part inside you that made your moan like a pornstar. Ransom moved from your clit to slurp the slick running out of you “Such a messy Puppy. You’re gonna get the counter all dirty with your sweet nectar.” You couldn’t handle his teasing normally, but especially not while he was devouring you like a starved man. You attempted to pull your hips away as you felt the heat within you growing, but his hold on your thighs stiffened; becoming almost bruising as he lapped and sucked at your quivering hole, slipping his tongue in to accompany his fingers before returning to your throbbing clit. The pace of his tongues flicking quickened, he could tell you were near your end and he was going to do everything in his power to hear you scream for him “Cum. Cum on my face, Puppy. Soak me.” He demanded, suckling your clit as your body spasmed, making your hips rise up off the counter as you came on his fingers. Your sopping pussy constricting around him like a viper as he continued to piston his fingers into you through your orgasm; attacking the sensitive part within you making you scream. You could feel another orgasm approaching as he drew tight circles on your pulsating pearl.

“Ransom! Please stop, it hurts. Feels too good.” You sobbed your thighs, quivering in his powerful grasp. Drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as you let out pathetic overstimulated whines. Another wave of pleasure crashed through your body, making you let out sounds you didn’t think you were capable of. If you knew what was going on you’d be embarrassed, but you were so lost in the pleasure that Ransom’s tongue was giving you that you couldn’t care less if the whole world heard you.

Ransom got to his feet, his eyes raking over you hungrily as he wiped the remainder of your juices that his tongue couldn’t reach with the back of his hand. He wanted to take a picture of you like this, your pretty face all destroyed for him accompanied by the vacant look behind your eyes. Scratch that he wanted to frame it. He cupped your cheek with his hand wiping the tears of ecstasy still staining your cheeks away. He slipped his thumb past your lips, practically growling as you began to suckle on the digit “We’ve still got a few minutes before they’re done baking, so how about we have a bit more fun, Puppy?”

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🎃Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble🎃

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

Nicknames: Pumpkin

A/N: A spooky little treat before the next Monstertober day

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

“How did I let you convince me to do this again, Pumkin?” Lloyd questioned in a huff, he stood in the doorway wearing his tight black turtleneck, which was your favourite, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, bulky arms, his vein rippling out of his skin like lightning bolts trailing down to his calloused hands.

“I promised you a reward afterwards.” You giggled passing him a kitchen knife, which he began chucking up and down “Lloyd that’s dangerous.” You warned, he smiled at the concerned look on your face

“I know what I’m doing, Pumpkin.” He threw it up in the air one more time, bumping the handle with his elbow as it fell, catching it with his hand and pointing it towards his pumpkin “You’ve got everything set out so nicely, like a little housewife.” He cooed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his comment. You, a housewife…for him. You liked the idea, you couldn’t deny that; but the way he said, it like his words held so much more meaning behind them. You always loved when he complimented you, it made you feel so special. Nothing else in the world mattered except what Lloyd thought, what Lloyd said—he’d made you completely reliant on him. “L-Let’s get started…That pumpkins yours and this one's mine.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, Lloyd smirked at your brushing his large hand across your forearm before pulling his pumpkin closer to him on the newspaper. You followed suit, picking up your knife and beginning to cut a circle around the stem of the pumpkin—you had much more difficulty than Lloyd as tried to cut through the tough skin of the pumpkin.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”

“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.

Lloyd grabbed your chin turning you towards him “No, I mean because you’re a pumpkin; so this is murder and cannibalism. I never knew you were so devious, Pumpkin.” You opened your mouth to reply but no words left your mouth, you just stared at him with your mouth hanging open. He let you go and resumed carving his pumpkin, you closed your mouth and returned your own pumpkin, pulling the center out before you began digging out the seeds.

Your gaze drifted over to Lloyd as he held onto the pumpkin with one of his hands, the muscles shifting under his skin as he squeezed the skin of the pumpkin. The golden ring on his pinky finger glimmering in the light catching your attention briefly as you remembered the time he slipped it on to each one of your fingers trying to get it fit “it only fits your thumb, Pumpkin, you’re so tiny compared to me…Don’t worry I'll get you a ring just like this one so we can match.” He did get you a ring to match, it was perfectly tailored to the size of your pinky. Your eyes travelled up his arms, watching as his biceps tensed whilst he used a spoon to scoop out some of the pumpkins innards. You had to look away to stop yourself from drooling, Lloyd knew you were watching. He was taking his time on purpose, squeezing the firm outside of the pumpkin and intermittently letting out a soft grunt to toy with you. He loved to see the way you practically salivated over him—he always knew you adored his hands, his scent, his eyes, his body. He knew The parts you liked about him so he abused your weaknesses just to be able to watch you stumble over your words; just last week he caught you spraying some of his new cologne on one of his hoodies you’d stolen, so he instantly bought more of it. Lloyd broke the silence “I’m all up in this pumpkin's guts. Kinda like I was last night with you-“ You pout grabbing some of the mashed up pumpkin and throwing it at him “Hey! No throwing the pumpkin. God, it smells so bad.” His face contorts into disgust as he wipes it off his black turtleneck grimacing at the texture and wetness as he throws it on to the newspaper-clad counter.

You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.

“There’s nothing wholesome about the way you were looking at my hands, Pumpkin, don’t think I didn’t see you.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and without thinking you smear your pumpkin covered hands across his stupid attractive face “Oh that’s it!” Lloyd picked up the knife he’d been using to carve the pumpkin and hovers it underneath your chin, gently gliding the blade against the delicate soft skin of your throat, the juice of the pumpkin on the knife leaving a sticky trail “I’ve played nice for long enough, now it’s time to have fun. You like that idea don’t you, Pumpkin? Your thighs are clenching. I decided to be nice and play along with your desire to carve pumpkins, and you return the favour by being a brat.” He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning at the sensitive skin “Good thing I like it when you’re a brat.” He whispers, rubbing the bristles of his moustache against the shell of your ear, relishing in the whine that escapes from your lips as he sucks on your earlobe. He knows it’s sensitive, he’s teasing you. You wipe your hands on the tea towel you’d set out and then rest your now clean hands on his shoulders for support as he continues to attack your sensitive ears. Lloyd moves down from your ear to your neck, licking a stripe from your jaw to clavicle. He settled at your collar bone, suckling at the thin skin and running it through his teeth. You buried your fingers in his cropped hair, fiddling with the styled top till strands of his hair were falling onto his forehead in curls.

You rub your thighs together, relishing in the friction, as he drags the knife down your neck to your torso, pressing harder so you can feel the blade through the crew neck of his that you were wearing. He drew crescents beneath reach of your breast before travelling further down. Lloyd pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your throat as he bunched the sweater at your hips “Only panties? How naughty.” Lloyd purred, sucking a hickey into your neck.

He ran the cool blade of the knife along your thigh, bringing it ever so close to the apex of your hips tracing your folds with the blunt side of the blade before running it back up your torso, across your chest and back to your neck; outlining your collar bones then your trachea and settling just below your jaw. He stared down at you, you swore those eyes could see into the depth of your soul. You followed the slate outer ring that faded into a bright blue—one glance into those eyes made any bad day better. His pink lips curved into a smile and he pulled the knife away from your throat, raising the blade in the air threateningly.

Lloyd stabbed the knife into his pumpkin and then picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a quick kiss “We’ll finish carving later, I want my reward now.” He kissed you again, but this time he deepened it; slipping his tongue into your mouth intertwining it with yours before catching your bottom lip with his teeth and tugging at it “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want me to be all up in your guts?”

‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.

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꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Beefy!Ari (6,4), Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angel, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Monstertober Day 3:

The Scarecrow walks at midnight

Pairing: Scarecrow!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, serious Non con, death, mentions of blood, asphyxiation/choking, bruises (not the kinky kind), Beefy!Ari (6,8ft), size difference, held down, chasing, p in v

Nicknames: Song bird, birdie

Word count: 2.3k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

AN: My apologies that this is a bit late, I had some health issues yesterday which really messed up my whole day. I ended up changing it from Headless horseman!Bucky to Scarecrow!Ari, because I had such bad writers block when trying to write it. I hope y’all enjoy and like all the Goosebumps references ♥︎

You pull up to The Stanley's farm, you’d know the Stanley’s for a long time. Everyone in this town knew everyone, that’s how it always been. Which is why, when Natasha sent you texts saying to come find her in a corn maze. You knew this was where she was talking about and despite the fact that it was technically closed right now, you knew the Stanley’s wouldn’t mind. You hopped out of the warmth of your car and into the autumn night. You loved the countryside, but you hated the fact that there were no lights. You only had the stars and the moon to guide you as you stumbled across the rocky path towards the corn maze.

It wasn’t far, you could see the sign, but you could also see a foreboding wooden cross standing outside the corn maze that you’d never seen before. You stopped in front of the wooden cross, running your fingers across the red paint chipping off the splintering wood. There’s nails with shreds of fabric still tangled around the posts; there was something hung up here at some point, a scarecrow more likely than not “The shity neighbourhood kids probably ripped it off” you huff “Always ruining everything, they threw paint in the plaza fountain only last week.” You drag your hand to the apex of the cross, it’s warm. Peculiar. You brush it off, despite your uncertainty, and look back at the text Natasha sent you.

I’m in the corn maze

Bet you can’t find me, scaredy-cat 👻🐈‍⬛

She had some nerve calling you a scaredy-cat, who in their right mind wouldn’t be scared to go alone into a bloody corn maze at midnight. It was pitch black, aside from the piercing light of the moon that parted the slate clouds that drifted across the inky, velvet blanket of the sky.

You stand infront of the en tree dance of the corn maze. It’s marked by an ornate metal sign, with chipping discoloured paint ‘Stanley’s Corn Maze’ it said in a faded orange paint. It felt like the beginning of a horror movie. Two friends enter a corn maze at night, now you just need a killer.

“Natashaaaaa” you sing “where are youuuuuu?” You’d been walking for what felt like forever, your phone was only on 4%. Nerves were starting to prickle in your belly “Come on I can’t find you! I give up okay so let’s go! I wanna watch a scary movie. Oooo maybe we can watch ‘Stay out of the Basement’ that’s meant to be good.” You hear the rustling of the dying corn leaves being pushed aside behind you, but still no reply from Natasha “Nat, if you’re trying to scare me it ain’t gonna work. I can hear you.” You spin around on your heel. It was not Natasha.

It was a man, he looked to be well over six foot tall. From where you were standing he was an Adonis; a halo of blonde hair and bulging muscle. He stepped closer, you remained still.

In the moon's pale light you could see the dirty blonde hair, tousled and scruffy with loose bits of hay and dirt tangled in his locks. He had a thick beard and moustache, but the glow from the moon still allowed you to see his prominent cheekbones. His firm chest strained against the thin fabric of his red, plaid shirt. You could see the contour of his torso and arms, he was covered in muscle and towering over you. As he stepped closer, further into the moonlight, you could see his face clearer; there were two messy stitches on either side of his mouth, clotted blood surrounding the punctures and strands of hay protruding from his skin. As he neared closer. You stumbled backwards. Fresh blood coated his thick, veiny arms all the way up to his sleeves rolled at his elbows, the cloth of his sleeves stained and dripping “Where are you going little bird? I want you to sing for me.” The stitched corners of his lips stretched into a smile as he lunged forward at you, his heavy body's ungraceful movements allowed you to dart past him into the thicket of corn. Your hands guarded your face defensively as you dashed through the corn, the brown, aged husks and leaves whipping at your exposed skin “Birdie! I’m gonna find you!” His bellowing voice pierced through the deafening sound of your blood rushing in your head.

You paused as your foot treads on something squishy, yet firm, you turn your gaze to the floor. Natasha. She’s beaten and bloody, clothes torn and her head appears to almost be severed from her shoulders “Nat…” you whimper, her eyes are still open. You hear the jostling of corn. You have no time to close them as you take off again, the bleak night air drowning you as you gulp it down like a fish. The burning tears dripping from your eyes burn your icy skin, you turn your head back to try to see him. He’s not there. You practically jump out of your skin as you hear a loud crack of thunder rumble around you, then cold drops of rain begin to fall. The drops that sprinkle across your skin send goosebumps across your skin, your hairs prickling to a point as you shiver.

You need to keep running, despite your exhaustion you find it within you to keep going. You can hear the corn rattling around you from every direction, you were so disorientated. As you jogged through the maze you reached down to your pocket to search for your dying phone, that’s when all hope drained from you. You’d dropped your fucking phone. The rain began to pick up, turning from a light dusting to harsh, thick droplets that fell with such speed that it hurt your skin. You came to a halt in a patch of newly formed mud, what were you meant to do? You felt doomed, you could no longer restrain the sobs that left you, lip wobbling as you choked on your sorrows.

One second you're standing, the next you’re tackled to the ground. Your shoulder collides with the sludgy earth and air catches in your lungs as you let out a choked yelp. You smash your hands into the Scarecrow's strong chest as you writhe against his fierce grip, he only needs one of his hands to overpower you and pin your hands above your head. You’re forced to look at him atop of you. His hair is glued to his forehead with sweat and the moonlight causes the thin sheen covering his skin to glitter like tiny diamonds. He bends closer to you, hot puffs of air from his heavy breathing suffocating you. He presses his face into the crook of your neck; the bristly hairs of his beard scratching against your neck as he licks at your neck, he shoved his nose into your hair and takes a long deep breathe in “Smell so good birdie, better than other woman. Ari’s gonna give you pleasure now.” You thrash against him kicking at him, he ignores it and bends one of your legs over his shoulder, “Lie still, Song bird, gonna make you feel so nice.” He grunts as you kick at his face, catches your ankle in his free hand and squeezes. His grip strength is inhuman. You shriek as you feel your bones creaking against the pressure he applies, your bones threaten to snap.

“Stop! Stop! I won’t kick you please!” You scream, the agony sending shocks across your nerves and to your brain, a dull ache lingering in your skull. He lets go of your ankle and lands a powerful punch to your gut, grit your teeth and grunt “Oof!” acidic sickness rising in your throat, you swallow it.

“Other girl wouldn’t stop screaming. Squeezed her too hard. Always squeeze too hard, it was an accident. Not gonna squeeze as hard with you, Birdie, like you, like your voice, like your scent. Want you alive.” His large hand tears your shorts and panties with one pull, the display petrified you but it also made your pussy drip. He ran two fingers through your fold, collecting some of your slick and bringing it to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean of your cream, releasing his fingers with a loud pop “Taste so good. Need to fuck you.” Ari grumbled, undoing his jeans, releasing his member that slapped against his clothed stomach. It was long and ribbed with a thick purple vein running up the shaft and patch of pale blonde hair dusted his pelvis.

You moved your hips away from him. He hooks his calloused hand under your knee quickly and pulls you closer “No riggling, Birdie. Don’t wanna hurt you.” The fear freezes you in place and he takes the chance to thrust all the way inside you, smashing into your cervix causing you scream out and thrash as his dick crams uncomfortable inside you, he’s too big. You can feel the rubbed texture of his cock as your walls clamp harshly in an attempt to push him out. He pistons his hips without a care, unbothered by your body's feeble attempt at rejection. Your shrieks appear to fall upon death ears until he lifts you slightly by your wrists and then slams you back into the ground. Your brain rattles in your skull as your head hits the floor; a pounding pain throbs across the back of your head, and you look at him with a bewildered expression.

“No, Birdie, you’re meant to sing nicely. No screaming, or I’ll squeeze.” His scratchy knuckles brushes away the tears flowing down your cheeks. You nod and whimper, fighting the pain and letting out soft ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s as he continued his brutal pace, bending closer to you pushing your legs into you, angling your hips so he could thrust even deeper. Spearing you all the way to the hilt of his girthy length, you let out a guttural cry as he grunted and groaned in response to his own wild thrusts. Heat spread across your back as his pelvis rubbed against your clit “Tight.” He growled, pressing a kiss to your temple, he smelt strongly of hay and dirt, but underneath that strong scent of petrichor was a uniquely manly musk. Your pleasure was interrupted as his hand released your wrists, he slammed his fist into the ground, snarling as he thrusted. The hand holding your knee squeezed extremely tightly, you could feel bruises forming under his touch.

“Ow! Ari! Squeezing too tight!” You yowled, he was going to snap your knee. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, his pace slowed; his hips stuttering as he came to a stop entirely.

“Sorry, SongBird. Won’t squeeze anymore.” For a man…Scarecrow who was raping you he was being surprisingly considerate. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your reddened cheeks soothingly before pulling out all the way to his tip before ramming back into you, hard enough for your body to slide around in the mud below you. Your lungs burn and your throat is raw. You bite back a scream when his bulbous tip collided with your cervix once again “Close. So close. Sing! Sing for me Birdie!” You whimper and let out an involuntary moan as his cock rubs the sweet spot within you. His barred teeth soften into a smile at your moans, his free hand comes to neck and he begins to squeeze. You remember Natasha, the way her head laid in a pool of blood. How you could barely see any remnants of her neck. You began to thrash once again, Ari ignored you, lost in his own pleasure. You could feel his cock twitching inside, in your mind you pleaded for him to come. For it to be over. His thrusts quickened even more, his hips bashing painfully into your ass. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin overpowering the crackle of thunder. He threw his head back and let out a full bodied groan, which resembled a roar as he came inside you. The ropes of his come were cold, just like his whole body-ice cold, the amount of his spend was unrelenting. He released your neck, you let out a series of cough thanking God for answering you as took deep breaths of air. You’d never been so grateful to be able to breathe.

Ari still hadn’t pulled out, he was still hard. Your pussy was rubbed raw from his pubic hair, and your clit ached painful from the force of his pelvis colliding with it. Then his thrusts continued. He wanted to go again. You clawed at him and he pinned you again “Bad Birdie, not done yet.” He murmured. You stared up at the moon as it mocked you, moving so freely through the sky. You curse the moon for letting him come alive. Your thoughts begin to fade as you just gaze up at the moving clouds heavy with more rain.

Resistance was futile. So you just laid there taking it. You close your eyes, your head was heavy from the adrenaline crash. You hoped sleep would take you, and it did.

The orange, pink tinge of sunset colours your vision as you open your eyes. Your ears are ringing, a piercing static reverberating in your skull. Your eyes sting and your throat is strained and scratchy. You push your hands beside you, they sink into the mud slightly as you sit up. A dull pain radiates throughout the apex of your thighs and legs, the bruises that litter them clear in the garish glow of the orange morning sun. You look around you, there’s hay scattered across the ground and beside you is the Scarecrow, face down in the mud your phone beneath his freakishly human hands. The baritone sound of his voice echoes in your mind as you pull your phone out and turn it on. 1% battery…Better call the right person.

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Never stop chasing me 🐕

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Overprotective!Ransom, softdom!Ransom, angst, Beefy!Ransom, mentions of mean!Ransom, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, p in v

Nicknames: Puppy

Word count: 2.9k

You’ve been in love with Ransom for as long as he could remember. It was obvious to everyone around you, even to him but he ignored it. He liked feeling wanted. He liked the look of pure admiration in your eyes. He liked how you’d follow him around like a puppy. And he loved your adorable jealous face when he flirted with others. But lately you haven’t been coming around, you’ve been avoiding him completely. Then he sees you with another man. He can’t bear it, he needs you back.

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Wherever Ransom went, you weren’t far behind. At the country club? You were there. At social events? You were there. Shopping for new clothes? You were definitely there; carrying his bags, giving opinions on outfits and keeping him company. Your behaviour had earned you the nickname ‘Puppy’, well at least, that was what the nicer people called you. Others, who were less nice, called you a more explicit word of the same origin. The nickname had stuck, even Ransom called you it now ‘Puppy, carry this.’ or ‘Puppy, follow me.’ or ‘Puppy, put that down’ They’d all become frequent commands. He liked having a little puppy to follow him everywhere, despite him disliking dogs—he liked you, though he would never show it. He loved the fact that no matter what he did you’d always run back to him. He adored the sad puppy eyes you always gave him; whenever he abandoned you to go off with others or whenever he said something inherently mean to you like insulting your outfit, hair or just general appearance that day—he loved the sight of tears threatening to spill from your big eyes and your lip quivering at his insults, it was one of his favourite activities. He felt powerful when he did it, something he always lacked at home—but you slotted right into that category of need perfectly. He valued your friendship deep, deep down in his seemingly non existent heart. He refused to show it though, because to show it was to admit that he needed you and he didn’t need anyone…Or did he?

But then it happened the next day, and the day after that and then just like that a week had passed. A bleak, lonely week. He sat snuggled in a sweater on one of the cushiony, cream chairs next to the roaring fireplace. He’d been on the same page of the latest fashion mag for almost an hour, staring blankly at the model; pretending to himself that he was reading it and that he totally was not waiting for you to reply to his 30th text or 50th missed call.

But then it happened the next day, and the day after that and then just like that a week had passed. A bleak, lonely week. He sat snuggled in a sweater on one of the cushiony, cream chairs next to the roaring fireplace. He’d been on the same page of the latest fashion mag for almost an hour, staring blankly at the model; pretending to himself that he was reading it and that he totally was not waiting for you to reply to his 30th text or 50th missed call.

He had caved on the third day. He couldn’t bare the silence any more. It was making him antsy, his leg was continually bouncing and for the first time in forever he’d begun biting his nails again—a habit he’d had to try so hard to curb. God damn he missed you. He missed your presence, the soft chime of your sing-song tone, the light pitter patter of your feet as you followed closely behind him and your scent—he missed that most—it was so comforting, he’d instantly relax when he smelt you. He was crumbling without it. He threw down the magazine, onto the small black table that divided the chairs, in frustration throwing his head back, resting an arm on his forehead and letting out an elongated Ughh. He was bored and lonely. Argh he hates that word: Lonely. Why the fuck should he, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, have to be lonely? It was a ridiculous concept. The words Drysdale and lonely do not align, they should never be placed next to each other. It was sacrilege. But somehow it happened.

He needed to fuck someone.

That was the conclusion he had come to, that’s why he was here at ‘Miss Scarlet’ ‘The hottest bar in town’ is what every stupid tourist site called it. To Ransom, it was exclusively known as ‘the bird nest’ because it was one of the only places he went to pick up women. Aside from the country club, of course, but he'd almost run entirely through its supply of hot milfs looking to cheat on their husbands. So now he was here, nursing a drink whilst he flirted with a hot blonde at the bar. That’s when he saw you. More dressed up than he’d ever seen you before, giggling at a guy's jokes, touching his arm whilst he kissed along your delicate face. He squeezed the glass in his hand so hard that it threatened to shatter. He slammed his glass into the polished bar top, leaving his maraschino cherry. And he never left his maraschino cherry.

Before he knew it he was striding over to you, uncaring about the looks he was getting as he parted the crowd like the Red Sea to get to you. You were stunned at the sight of him; his eyes narrowed, dark and dangerous, chest heaving, hair slightly tousled and nostrils flared as he stood tall, towering over you and the man you were fooling around with “Get up, Puppy. We’re leaving.” He demanded, waiting for you to comply. You remained seated “Puppy. Get up. Now.” He ordered sneering at the fact that he had to repeat himself, he had never had to do that with you. You had always followed commands the second they were uttered. You ignored him for the second time, he was livid. “Hey you. Yeah you, fuck face, who else I’m I talking to? Take a fucking walk okay? Just piss off.” the man shifted in his seat but you grabbed his wrist, looking at him with your puppy eyes. That broke him.

His pride took the back seat, as walked into the booth seizing your wrist and using little of his strength to pull you in his chest. His other hand drifting to the small of your back, your scent hit him. Fuck he needed you, more than he’d needed anyone before. He’d never noticed how much bigger he was than you, how he practically engulfed you. It made him hard. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms- as if you were a fragile baby—and grabbed your stuff before marching out of the bar towards his prized BMW. He set you down in the passenger seat and then got into the drivers side. You started to frantically pull at the door handle, trying to get out of here. You couldn’t be in here with him, you could feel all the words you’d wished you said tangling inside you; getting trapped in you throat forming a painful lump as your lip wobbled and tears rolled down your cheeks “Open the door! Ransom!” You thought you sounded fine aside from when you said his name, your voice quaked and you let out a little whimper. He noticed though and it made his heart ache at the sound of your pain. Finally you gave up on the door.

“The child lock is on, you won’t be running from me, Puppy. I need to talk to you, let’s get to my house first.” You didn’t respond “Do your seatbelt up.” You made no movement to do so, crossing your arms over your chest and looking out the window. Ransom leaned across you, buckling you in. He swiped at the tears on the cheek facing him, telling you it was going to be okay before turning the key and starting the drive back to his house.

You were silent the whole journey, aside from your sobs that you attempted to muffle in the sleeve of your auburn sweater. He put some calming music on low volume hoping to calm you. It didn’t work. Your sobs just became more ragged, he could see your whole body shaking in his peripheral vision as he pulled up to the house.

He immediately got out of the car, wasting no time as he practically ran to your side. Throwing open the door, swiftly unbuckling your seat belt and pressing you back into his chest, rocking you like an infant and shushing you as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. He locked the car and walked up to his house, struggling to unlock the door. He finally did, kicking the door open and shutting it ungracefully behind him as he entered the living room setting you down on the couch. He finally looked at your face. It was red and wrecked with tears and snot that you had attempted to rub away with your sleeve. You hiccuped as more tears came, the gravity of the situation crushing your chest pushing all your emotions out of you, you tried to cover yourself, to curl in on yourself so he couldn’t see your disheveled state as you unwound before him. He plopped down next to you and pulled you close “Y/N you need to look at me, okay? We need to talk about this. I need to know why you left.”

You slowly let down your arms “why I left? Ransom y-you k-know why I left.” You choked looking at him incredulously. He stared at you dumbfounded, he had no idea. “You make me feel s-so insignificant, you’re always so mean to m-me despite e-everything I do for y-you and you always ignore m-me and make me feel like I don’t even… I don’t even e-exist.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, you looked and sounded pitiful. You whimpered as his hand stroked your cheek, leaning into his cool hand for relief from the sweltering warmth that was stifling you.

“I never knew you felt like that. I was so lonely without you, Puppy.”

“Stop it.” You sniffled, face scrunching up in anger as you pulled away from his touch

“Stop what?”

“Calling me Puppy. I hate it. You always use it to make fun of me, you hate dogs Ransom so it’s your way of saying you h-hate me.” You mumble in a strained voice, a fresh stream of salty tears ran down your face as you choked painfully on the tight knot in your throat, a sob wracking your body as he squeezed you tighter into his muscular chest .

“I’m not making fun of you. I call you Puppy because you follow me around like one. I love you. This week without you made me realise that. I can’t be without you, my life falls to pieces when I don’t have you here. I love you, Puppy. I can’t see you with another man, it hurt so much and it made me so fucking angry.” He had to stop the anger from over taking him, he didn’t want to scare you, but just picturing that guy putting his lips on you made him want to ravish you. He began kissing your tears away and wiped your nose with a tissue from the table “No more crying okay? Because you’re making me cry too.” And it was true there were actual tears running down his face, for the first time ever he was actually crying. Your tiny hand cupped his face, marvelling at the tears that were actually falling from his eyes “I’ve known you loved me ever since we became friends. But I liked you chasing me.”

“You’re such an asshole Ransom.” You chuckled tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, he soon removed you.

“I know, but I’m your asshole, Puppy.” You swooned at the idea of him being yours, you’d always prayed the day would come when he’d say he loved you and now your dream had come true. His head dipped down just enough to be at level with yours and then he kissed you, curling his rough fingers into your hair as he deepened the kiss. It had started as an innocent kiss, but there was nothing innocent about the way his tongue crept into your mouth or the little moan you let out as he lightly tugged your hair. It metamorphosed into teeth and steamy gasps for air between kisses, your tongues thrashing together with insatiable hunger, as he pushed you back into the couch; your head resting against the arm rest as he continued to devour you. He finally pulled away and admired his handy work. Your lips were red and swollen and your eyes were clouded with lust, practically gawking at him as you shifted uncomfortably pleading for him to continue. Those puppy eyes would be the death of him.

He threw his cable knit sweater to the ground and slipped between your legs, tearing a hole in your tights and pushing your panties to the side. “Ransom you don’t have to do that.” You exclaimed, pushing at his head and squeezing your thighs closed, his strong hands parted them.

“Today is about you. I need to show you how much I love you, Puppy, and the best way to show you is with my mouth.” He ran his tongue between your dripping folds, he let out a deep moan when the taste of you reached him “So fucking sweet.” He growled, pushing his tongue into your clenching hole. One of his hands drifted down your clit, gathering some of your slick before circling the little bud of nerves as he attacked the spongy sweet spot inside of you. You threw your head back, your hands scrambling to take hold of his silky locks. Even his hair felt expensive. You drove your hips into his mouth forcing him further into you.

“Feels so good.” You pant as he pulls out his tongue and replaces it with his fingers, continuing to attack the spot that made your toes curl. His lips closed around your clit licking, sucking and biting ever so gently. He flicked his tongue over your pearl, relishing in your mewls

“That’s it, Puppy, you’re close. Come on my face. I want to taste you. Come.” He ordered, attacking you clit with new found vigour as your hips raised up off the sofa your thighs shook as the using warmth inside you came to its peak. You screamed as he abused your clit even through your orgasm, squirting all over his face. He lapped at you a few times before pulling away. Cold air kissing your tepid, wet pussy sending goosebumps across your skin. Ransom's face was glistening with your slick and his lips were swollen and red. He pulled your tights, underwear and skirt all at once and pulled your sweater over your head, leaving your nude body completely bare to his wandering gaze “you’re gorgeous.” He uttered, not intending for you to hear, stroking his calloused palms against your smooth skin, running his hand over every single curve and dip “I want to worship you, I’ll open a temple for just me and you because you are my goddess. I need to worship you.” You covered your face in embarrassment, he pulled your arms away from your face. “Don’t do that with me, Puppy, I want to see every single one of your beautiful expressions.” He cooed as he undid his pinstripe slacks and pulled down his boxers freeing his length that had been begging to escape, it was heavy and long with a thick vein tracing up the shaft. It twitched as he took a hold of the thick shaft, hovering it over your lower stomach “I’m going to fill you so we’ll, Puppy.” He rasped before nudging the head at your entrance. He pushed his whole length in with a grunt, his dick stretching your walls, relishing in your cries as your back arched further into him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, sucking his shoulder. The scent of his cologne weaved it’s way into your lungs, it was an intoxicating woody magnolia with a hint of vanilla—he smelt like an expensive candle from bath and body works. It was so comforting. You nibbled his neck and he let out a groan and ruts so deep into you that your breath catches in your throat, you let out a high pitched yelp which melts into a moan as he grinds his tip against your cervix a mind numbing sensation blows through you as his nails dig into your hips his girthy cock perfectly rubbing against all the right spots.

your legs clamped around him, drawing him deeper into you, your fingers taking down his back leaving angry red streaks in their wake. You threw your head back, your mouth gaping open in a silent wail “You’re close, Puppy. Me too. Come whenever you want, I’m right behind you.” He moaned, bracing himself on his elbows on top of you.

“Gonna come! Gonna comeee Ransom!” You squealed, he squeezed your clit between his fingers. Plasmid starburst exploded behind your eyelids, sweat collecting at your clavicle as a pleasurable numbness coats your whole being. Ransom fucked you through your orgasm, his thrust becoming unquardinated reaching his peak with a grunt. His messed up hair, damp with sweat drags across your forehead as his lips connect with yours in a compassionate kiss. You let your eyelids fall closed.

Ransom cleaned you up with a warm rag and carried you up to his room, he wanted you to feel safe, to feel comfortable, to feel wanted. He stroked your sleeping face, trying to memorise your peaceful expression. He never wanted to see you upset ever again, he promised he wouldn’t cause you sadness. The only tears he wanted to see was from the pleasure he gave you “Never stop chasing me. I need you, Puppy.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead and leaning back letting out a content sigh. All he needed was you.

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I’m Only Yours To Taunt

Chris Evans x actress reader

Warnings: language, sarcasm, mentions of smut (18+), lmk if you find anything else!

Summary: you and Chris love tossing sarcastic remarks at each other when being interviewed on the carpet. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way

Word count: 1,682 words

A/N: I've got a request brewing in my drafts at the moment, so in the meantime, enjoy this cute Lil read😋😋😋

The day had finally arrived. Your new movie was coming out in a few months, and tonight was the night of the premiere. You were starring in a mystery thriller alongside your husband, Chris Evans, who was attending with you.

After being told the premiere will be held in Vienna, two days after Chris’ birthday, the two of you agreed it would be a great idea to fly out earlier than planned, so the two of you would be celebrating his birthday there.

And so, on the day of the premiere, you were getting ready in one of the hotel rooms. With a tailor making last-minute adjustments to your dress, a makeup artist adding a few extra touch-ups to your face, and people running all over the place.

You had settled on a beautiful dress and Chris, a dashing yet straightforward black and white tuxedo.

Chris was a lot calmer than you were, seeing that he had less work to be done. However, all this pressure sure wasn't making you feel any less nervous. As you were sitting on the make-up chair, your manager, Mara, walks toward you.

She was making sure you were all caught up on your itinerary for the night. Not that you were going to follow it anyway, you just loved to entertain her. “OK. So first, red carpet. You're walking with Chris, right?”

You nod in response, face still being brushed up by one of the make-up artists.

“Alright. Then, since we need the publicity for your upcoming movie, I've arranged about five interviews for you. And then it’s bonding with your castmates, bla-bla-bla, movie premiere, you know the drill, and then, finally—the after-party. Sound good? Good. Have fun, you look great.”

Giving her a warm smile in return, you pull her in for a warm hug. “Thank you, Mara; you're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

She kisses both sides of your cheeks, making sure not to ruin your makeup. “Meet you on the carpet.” and then leaves to take care of other things.

Chris soon comes out of one of the bedrooms, adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, eyes immediately turning away to look at you. “Beautiful,” he says, staring at you in utter amazement.

“Why thank you.” you manage to say, bending your knees outward and pinching the sides of your dress to take a curtsy.

He then takes his eyes off of you and stares you down. “Oh, sorry, I was talking about the dress.”

You look up at him with an offended stare and furrowed brows. “Excuse me?” You scoff, hands crossed. Chris then walks towards you, hands in each side of his pockets.

“Somethings....not quite right,” he says, and before you know it— he’s pulling you in by your waist, closing in the gap between the two of you, and connecting your lips with his.

The kiss starts soft, later then turning passionate, his hands running along your back. That action alone making you feel shivers run down your spine. Soon, he's reaching down toward the back of your dress, attempting to pull the zip down.

You pull away from the kiss, causing him to let out a whine, trying to pull you back in. “Chris! You've already ruined my lipstick; I can't have you ruining my makeup next, can I?” You scold, giving his shoulders a whack and causing him to yelp.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. Looking forward to ruining your makeup tonight, though.” He teases while rubbing his shoulders.

You roll your eyes and can't help but bite back a grin at his sly comment.

The little moment is shortly interrupted when Megan, Chris’ publicist, walks through the door. “Alright, you two. The limos are ready. You guys good to go?” She asks.

The two of you nod in agreement, then clasping your hands together, following her in pursuit.

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Stepping out of the vehicle, Chris offers out his arm for you to take. After hooking your arms around his, you look to your side to meet his gaze, taking a slow breath. “Let's do it,” you state.

Making your way through the entrance together, so many people greeted you. All of them were thrilled to talk to both of you. Then, one by one, you and Chris made your way through all of them.

As the two of you were finishing up with your castmates, the next thing you knew, you were about to walk the red carpet.

These types of things had always scared you; Chris knew that. So, in an attempt to make you feel better, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You know, instead of going to the after-party, we could leave early and go to burger king instead.”

You turn around to face him, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. “I’d love that.”

“Great,” He says, amused by the look on your face. “You ready?” And to that, you nod, squeezing your eyes shut out of built-up nerves.

Chris places a gentle kiss on your forehead, intertwining your hands with his. “Let's go,” he says, taking in a deep breath and letting go with puffed cheeks.

Hand in hand, you begin to make your way towards the crowd. As soon as the two of you set foot on the carpet, cameras start flashing, and photographers were throwing shouts everywhere—Chris wraps his left arm around your waist, another hand in his pocket.

Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you, leisurely strolling along the carpet.

After posing for what felt like forever, you and Chris separate for a while. He was still busy making conversation with everyone, and you just wanted to get over with all five interviews Mara said she'd arranged for you.

You walk in the direction of a friendly-looking reporter, her face lighting up when she sees you.

“Hi! I'm Y/N, and It's so lovely to meet you. How are you? You look great, by the way!” You say as a conversation starter, a small smile appearing on your face.

Her face begins to blush at the striking compliment. “Oh my God, it's so lovely to meet you too! I’m Leia, and I'm doing good now, thanks to you. But, can I just say, I look like nothing compared to how great you look tonight? Always gracing us with your presence and beauty. Do you mind telling us who designed this beautiful dress of yours?” She asks, holding out the mic for you.

“Oh stop, you're making me blush, thank you. It's so good to hear that you're doing good now, Leia. Well, I got this beauty designed by one of the best, my knight in shining armour, Jean-Paul Gaultier.”

She lets out a chuckle, then moving on to ask you another question. “Speaking of knights in shining armour, I was told that you and your husband, Chris flew out to Venice early. I'm assuming the two of you celebrated his 40th birthday here two days ago?”

“Right, yes, he forced me to come with him. It hurt that I had to cancel my invite to Kat Dennings birthday party instead because of him. What a jerk.”

Amused by your answer, she brings the mic to her chest, letting out a wholehearted laugh. You can't help but bite back a grin.

She then regains her composure, brushing off the hems of her dress before being given a chance to ask you another question. Suddenly, the two of you are joined by Chris, who rests his hands on your shoulders.

“Hi, there! What are you ladies talking about? I'm Chris, by the way,” he lets out in a cheerful tone, holding out his hand for the reporter to take.

Leia shakes his hand, excited. “Hello Chris, so lovely to meet you. Your wife Y/N and I were just talking about your birthday celebration the two of you had two days ago. How'd it go? Did she orchestrate any surprises?”

His eyebrows perk up, one hand falling off of your shoulder and now resting on his hip. “Oh yeah, it was great. We fucked all night.”

After hearing his bold statement, he laughs playfully as your eyes bulge, later shoving him in the chest, causing Leia to laugh again.

With Chris now enjoying himself after embarrassing you, you can't help but return the favour. You sure did have something in mind, alright.

“Deffffinitely. Also, don't tell anyone I told you this, but since it was his birthday, I had to fake my orgasm and lie, so he wouldn't have to feel bad.” So you say, after pretending to whisper in Leia’s ear, loud enough so Chris could hear you.

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. You couldn't stop laughing after seeing the look on his face, Leia joining in with you. It was priceless.

His whole face turning bright red.

After talking with Leia a little longer, the both of you start to move on to the next reporter. You had noticed the change in Chris’ behaviour.

“Why didn't you tell me even if it was my birthday?" Finally, Chris manages to let out, after being quiet for some time.

"I was joking, Chris. You know I love to tease you and only you. That night was one of the best nights I've ever had, It makes me wish it was your birthday every day. Plus, you kinda got what you deserve right after what you said about us fucking all night." You let out a small chuckle, rubbing his back gently.

His mood lightens up again after your response, a sneaky grin dancing along his lips.

"Did you know it was my birthday today?" He jokes, nudging you in the shoulder.

“You’re disgusting.” You look at him on your side and roll your eyes. However, you can't help but hide a smile as the two of you make your way towards the crowd, blending in.

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Finally done with the movie premiere and everything else, you and Chris excuse yourselves just like he had promised, and the next thing you know, the both of you were making out in a Burger King booth.

I need them back. Even if it's for only one movie. Please. Pretty please

We are never gonna have them back together are we 🥲

I live here now.

Best interview ever

Chris Evans as Steve Rogers in The Avengers, 2012.

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

Crisp Evan’s is captain American

-my mother

This is insanely well written 😍

Blue Christmas-Two

1/1/20

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

Warnings: language, angst

After taking a hot shower and getting dressed for the day, I let Dodger out once more before I leave for the studio. This time of year is always busy; families coming in wanting photos done of their kids or the whole family for the holidays. I love this time of year and how happy everyone is. Plus, the holidays provide endless possibilities when it comes to the pictures. 

When I get to the studio, I head inside and unlock the door, flip the sign, and turn the lights on and get ready to get down to business. My assistant/receptionist Allie gets there about 15 minutes after I do. 

“I hope you’re full of coffee and perkiness, because we are going to be jam packed today, my girl.” I tell her. 

“Had a cappuccino at home and I have coffee in my trusty travel mug. I’m ready to go.” she says, laughing. 

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