#Shortimagination
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in which kevin talks about his girlfriend in an interview
many people loved kevins and y/n 's relationship, thats why when he talked about her in his interview after a game the fans went crazy.
"Now kevin last question, how would you describe your girlfriend y/n ? " the interviewer asked with a smile on his face. kevin had a big smile on his face, he loved when he got to talk about his girlfriend.
"Yea well i think she's a blessing. I never thought i would meet someone so perfect for me in my life." kevin said with a slight blush on his face. although he loved talking about his girlfriend, it made him nervous knowing you were watching.
a little after the interview he met up with you. you had a big smile on your face once you saw kevin. "so im a blessing or whatever." you told him with a smirk on your face. kevin blushed and smiled. "yea your my blessing you angel."
you were his angel and he was your angel.
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Boyfriend to Death imagination:
Strade being your boyfriend
Gender neutral
You know his little secret and it's okay with him
He won't let you in his basement though
You live together (Ren included)
Watching horro movies with him is pretty tiring
Because he likes to scare the shit out of you
"Boo!" "AHHHH"
He teaches you German
"You are my one and only means du bist die Einzige für mich~!"
Firm good night bites on your neck
He cuddles with you but he sometimes gets really rough
"Strade?! I can't- breath-!" "Oh! I am so sorry mein Liebling!"
He will keep you forever
It's pretty short but I still hope that you guys liked and enjoyed it <4
Strade belongs to @gatobob
#Boyfriendtodeathimagination#Boyfriendtodeath#Boyfriendtodeath2#Btd#Btd2#Horror#Gore#Imagination#Shortimagination#Genderneutral#Boyfriendtodeathstrade#Gatobob#Game#Gamer#Horrogame#Boyfriendtodeathgame#Btdgame
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i’m...sorry
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: language, slight DV(?)
word count: 953
in a nutshell: admitting to Chris that you have cheated on him
I fucked up.
I knew I fucked up.
There were no words to describe how horrible I truly felt about my doings. One minute I am having the best time at a movie premier with a man I truly love and the next minute I am fucked into oblivion by a man I don’t even know. Well, kind of at least. I did know of him. I heard many amazing stories about his capabilities in bed. Rumours spread around extremely quickly in Hollywood and there is no denying in that.
Seven days. Seven whole days it has taken me to collect myself and tell Chris. He didn’t believe it at first. He didn’t believe it at second or third or fourth either.
He did believe it when I told him how the man did me. Where and for how long he did me. That is when he believed me.
I bit my lower lip, looking at Chris who was sat at a table. The silence between us was lasting too long. I couldn’t stand it.
‘Was it me, Y/N?’ He asked, finally looking up at me. I opened my mouth although no words flew out. All of sudden my ability to form sentences was gone and I couldn’t restore it for the life of me. ‘Please, tell me. Tell me what it was. I wanna know what was missing. Something must’ve been missing if you decided you want to get fucked by a different man. Now I wonder if you was faking every pathetic moan that those lips of yours let out whenever I was inside of you. I wanna know what the problem was, tell me, ’ He spat, I could tell he was getting angrier and angrier each second.
I was lacking an answer. Truly, I had no idea what to tell him. I was drunk and stupid, that was it. Was it a valuable excuse that should make him want to forgive me? No, absolutely not. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I was in his shoes. I knew I wouldn’t. My pride and my emotional damage from the past wouldn’t allow me to forgive him.
‘Tell me what it fucking was!’ He shouted; his voice sounded out in the whole room. Even Doger looked up, getting awaken from his nap. He always tried to defend me by growling at Chris whenever we had a disagreement. The poor creature was probably ready to do it right now even though I was the only person that was worthy of a loud bark.
‘No, it wasn’t you. I cannot explain what it was. All I can say is that I am sorry. I don’t know what else to tell you, I truly don’t.’ I shrugged my arms, was I looking careless? Probably, because Chris looked in a way that was unfamiliar with me, it was strange to me.
‘You’re just a fucking slut, you know that, right? You’re a piece of fucking shit,’ He spat, piercing a whole in my face. I didn’t want to defend myself; he was right.
‘Was it worth it? Huh?’ He raised his eyebrows, coming nearer my body. I didn’t move, I felt frozen. A part of me, a sickly confused part of me, wanted him to fuck me up. I deserved it. I needed him to beat me up, mess me up, whatever. I was worthy of that. ‘Fucking speak up!’ He shouted again., pushing me back. I managed to balance myself enough not to fall, swallowing a huge lump in my throat.
The dog jumped up from the coach, running towards us while loudly yapping at the man in front of him. We both looked at him. Chris with pity more than anything else.
‘Your mummy is a cunt, Dodger. Don’t defend her.’ He said with an evil laugh, shaking his head. Was it comical? Slightly, yes. He was upset and he knew the screams won’t help. Going back in time and changing what has happened between us was not an option.
He mumbled a few curse words as he walked around the house, collecting his wallet and car keys. It was late and he was angry, driving probably was not the best option right now. I should’ve said something but how would I even say that. I had no authority over him now.
If I could go back in time, I would’ve declined that date offer he gave me on a set couple of years ago. I didn’t deserve him. Right now, he has probably hated me more than anyone else in the world but overall, I have hated myself so much since my own creation that his intensified feelings could still never compete with my dysfunctional way of thinking.
I have done it again. I self-sabotaged myself. I have done it purposefully. The relationship was too good to be true, so I have managed to mess it up as I felt like this was what I deserve. To lose someone so beautiful should be a sin. I was definitely going to hell anyway, but this only made my portfolio richer in Satan’s eyes.
‘Take all your shit and get the fuck out of my house, you understand that? I want you gone by the time I’m back,’ He didn’t even look at me. He sounded firm and certain but his emotions where completely unclear to me. I didn’t even stop him. There was no point of doing so. Was I supposed to comfort him? I think he would have tried to kill me if I even touched him.
I watched him leave. He wasn’t only leaving the house that we once happily shared. He was leaving the life that we once happily shared.
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FIND LOVE THROUGH COFFEE SMELL💞💚☕
The smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries were all you could smell and it smelled like heaven, the only thing killing the mood was your open laptop which displayed the unfinished essay that you had to finish by tonight. And the fact that you had time to do it was worse, you just decided that you would be able to do it last minute but now here you were stuck and not knowing how to finish it.
But on the good side is that you got to look at the cute stranger who was always there in the café yet not in the creepy way! Hopefully it didn’t look like that…. It was more of infatuation… he was super cute and had a very great sense of style so of course you wouldn’t stop looking.
He was actually in two of your classes but you have never spoken to him before so with that he was a stranger to me though sometimes you just get the urge to go over and introduce yourself. However, you would never do that knowing yourself as an introvert to a people you just met. So it was better to keep things the way they were, no contact.
It hurt your heart to leave the café now, but it’s best to finish the essay in your dorm. To put in another words, it was kinda like a routine; he was there and you were too. So you two would always see each other or at least that what you think and then both of you would see home.
And like always, the next time you were there so was he except this time you got busted from staring at him, which was definitely shameful incident for me. In spite of that, he shot you a soft smile that was enough to make your day better and make you blushing and then he left like always.
On the next time you were there, he seemed not to be in the café which was really weird but who knows maybe he was probably running late or maybe he got something so there was no reason to dwell. And your hunch was right, he entered the café as soon as you sat down at a table, you saw him get in line and order his coffee but he wasn’t going to another table or anywhere else. He’s strutting his foot towards you.
You started to get super nervous as this had never happened before, what if he told you off because feeling uncomfortable by your gaze on him?? or what if he told you that you look like a weirdo?? But there was not time to overthink since he was right in front of you at this moment.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” flustered by the questioned, you scratch your neck which wasn’t even have any itchiness. “Uh, g- go ahead.” While taking his seat and putting over his coffee on the table, “Sorry if this was unexpected of me but I usually see you staring at me when I’m here so I’m thinking why not just sit together with you.”
In my head right now all I can think is how to run from this embarrassing moment. But as I know it’s no use of me to run now. With a shameless face, I face him “Oh god, you notice? Like all the time? I thought I was being discreet about it.” He chuckled by my answer “Not really, it’s quite eye-catching.” My face started to flush in pink, “I’m so sorry if it bothering you all this while. I hope I don’t look like creepy person-…”
“No, no at all! It’s quite flattering to be honest.” He says while smiling charmingly which make my heart faltered by that. “Oh, then that’s good that it didn’t look weirdo to you.”
“By the way, my name is Johnny.” “Oh, mine is Riana.” While seeping his coffee, he started to ask, “It’s lovely to meet you Riana, would you mind if I start sitting with you from now on?”
Try to calm my inner-self, I adjusting my way of sit “I wouldn’t mind at all.” “Great, I’ll be happy to see your pretty face regularly.” You chuckled by his remarks, “Aren’t you gonna even ask me if I have a significant other before flirting with me Mr Johnny?” he giggled with my respond and started to show his cheekiness by saying, “I think if you were to have a significant other, you wouldn’t be staring at me all the time.” he twinkled his dark brown eye. “Hmmm I guess you’re right.”
“But who knows, I maybe can be your significant other if you gave me the chance.” You grinned your smile while looking at your laptop. “You sure are an outgoing person, that’s very nice.” While he looking at you into the eyes, “I’ve been told that before, so how about you and me go out on a date?” you could only grin your smile and try not to look into his eyes as you surely blushing right now by his questioned.
Looking you flushed in pink, he knows there’s a chance so he asked, “Great, so how about you give me your contact number.” “Gladly.” You both exchanged smiles, he handed you his phone and you put your contact number there.
“Okay well, it’s done deal. I will contact you for our next date. As right now it’s been considered as our first date. OK?” You still flustered by what just happened, but you smile sweetly by what he’s saying.
After a while and having small talks about ourselves, it’s time like always for our routine which off from the café. And also we both got our own engagement after this. He has to go to his part-time work as a photographer while I’m off to meet my mom for dinner date.
“Alright Riana, sadly I have to go now as my works have been calling me but expect a message from me, OK?” and with a smile, “OK, I will wait.”
“Bye Riana.” “Bye Johnny.” With that he went to his way and left waving goodbye while winked his dark brown eyes and his cute puffy cheeks can be seen from afar.
Who would have known you would have scored a date with a cute and charming stranger, well it’s not now, as we have been exchange name and contact number. Guess the café was the one to thank to.
“Coffee connects us in so many ways – to each other, to our senses, and to the earth that supports the coffee trees”
“It’s amazing how the world begins to change through the eyes of a cup of coffee.”
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A Failed Order
“What are you wearing!?” You walk into our room with a glass of water but stop dead when you see me standing wearing what looked like a huge brown tent that went down to my ankles and I looked back at you, “it’s a dress I ordered...” “you’re telling me people sell that for money?” You start and fall on the bed and watch me take it off,
“IT LOOKED CUTE ON THE MODEL OKAY, IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS BIG ON ME”
“Awwww”
you dragged on and extended your arm out, and I take it and come and hug you on the bed,you lean forward and kiss my hair, your arms drape over my body, and I just have underwear on.
“It’s okay” you say softly and I make a face at you, and you pull me into your chest, and loop your leg on top of me. I take my arms and wrap them around your back, and rub my palm against your torso, Gently your fingers play against my skin along my back as though you were playing the piano, and as I begin to look up I feel your curly hair gently touch my nose and we kiss softly, I start to pull away as you pull me back for an even deeper kiss, longer too. I take my hand behind your neck and hold you, and you quickly get on top of me. You kiss me lips and then my jaw, and I run my hand against your hair, and then you move to my breasts and you kiss my cleavage and touch them and give them a little squeeze and then you leave quick soft kisses against my belly and right on top of my panty. I sigh, and you pull yourself up and gently hover your body on top of mine,
“Feel better?”
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stress relief • bokuto koutarou
genre: fluff
notes: have a fluffy scenario with our gorgeous owl-boy, courtesy of me :)
you pinched the bridge of your nose tiredly as you typed a report. the sunlight was beginning to fade from outside as night crept nearer and nearer. you were snapped out of your daze when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso.
"hi bo." you giggled, turning to face your grinning boyfriend.
"come lay down, it's getting late." he pouted, moving one arm to cup your cheek. you sighed and laced his hand that was resting on your hip with yours.
"i'm busy with some work. i can lay down later." you replied in exhaustion, forcing yourself to turn back to your computer. bokuto moved his hands away from your body and sadly trudged upstairs to your shared bedroom. you felt bad for rejecting his romantic advances, but you knew your boss would be livid if you came in with an unfinished report the next morning.
after almost two hours of staring at the word document your work was on, you frustratedly turned your computer off and stormed upstairs, where bokuto was laying in bed watching tv. he immediately perked up when he heard your steps. you flopped face-first onto your bed, letting out a loud groan.
"something wrong, baby?" he asked in concern, tenderly placing a hand on your back. you sat up and moved so that you were sitting in his lap, making him internally smile.
"work is just awful. i hate overworking myself like i do, yknow? i wish i could just stay home and hold you all day." you ranted, resting your head again his strong chest. bokuto rubbed slow circles on your back, contemplating the best way to make you feel better.
"i know it's hard, love. you do a lot for your company, and for us. i know how stressed you can get, and i don't want you to feel that way anymore. from now on, i'm gonna be your stress relief. i hate to see my baby sad. it makes me sad too. i want you to know that if you ever feel sad, scared, lost, or alone, please let me know so i can make you better." bokuto murmured slowly, making sure the impact of his words fully sunk in. small tears pricked up in the corner of your eyes. how did you end up with such an amazing boyfriend?
"kou, i don't deserve you." you sobbed, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling yourself closer to him. he let out a small chuckle, wrapping his arms around your waist as you cried into the crook of his neck.
"dont say that, baby, you deserve the whole world." he cooed, resuming his calming back rubs.
"kou?"
"yes?"
"i love you very much."
"and i love you so much more."
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Harry Styles - Cameras
I rub my eyes as I wake up to the morning sun of L.A, my arms stretching and reaching to find Harry. I grew disappointed that he had moved from the warm confines of our bed as I sat up, scanning the room to find him. When I decided he was well and truely out the room I wandered around the flat to find him.
I leant against the doorway of the balcony as I watched him eat. He had a large bowl of fruit and a sizeable glass of orange juice. I watched as Harry glanced over the balcony edge and wave down at something, most likely cameras. He popped a strawberry into his mouth before looking down at the newspaper he bought every morning, wherever we were in the world.
I must’ve made some sort of noise because his head snapped in my direction, a grin settling on his lips. “Mornin’ Angel.” He greeted.
I swaggered towards him and began to sit next to him before he quickly changed my path and situated me on his lap. I looked down and saw, not to my surprise, an army of cameras waiting to get the first picture of my visit to L.A. Harry’s lips sponged over my cheek. “Harry, what about the cameras?”
“Can’ show ‘em I love you?” He smirked, taking the opportunity to press his lips to mine. “Can’ help it ‘f you’re sweet like sugar.” He mumbled against me. I could hear the clicks from the camera at our affection.
I hummed. “If you really want.” I smiled before leaning down and connecting our lips. The kiss was lazy, lips moving against each other slowly as our tongues danced with one another. My arms wrapped around his neck as I heard whooping from the small crowd bellow, Harry’s hands cupping my behind and gently squeezing.
“Rock hard baby.” He whispered against my lips. “Would fuck you right ‘ere, in front of all these people.”
I giggled flirtatiously. “No Harry,” I blushed. He groaned and flopped his head onto my shoulder, kissing over the cloth of the sleep shirt I wore.
I squeaked as he picked me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. “If I can’t take you in public I guess private will do.” He nipped at my neck as he marched me into the bedroom for undoubtedly another round of what we did last night.
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A/N I do not own any of these gifs or images, they are just simply from Google or Tumblr. And please this is my own writing, so don’t take it for granted.
Word count: 747 words.
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You were supposed to be looking for the hole Liam apparently fell in the other night when him, Mason and Brett were in the words looking for the tree stump where Parrish was apparently putting the dead bodies. So you agreed to go on the hunt with them, not thinking that you would get lost in the matter of thirty minutes into the hunt. You were following the boys but one thing led to another and you managed to wonder of out of boredom when you stopped for a little break, thinking that the boys knew what was happening. But luckily for you managed to find it back to the car, taking safety and warmth inside, because you didn’t have those werewolf powers where you could stay nice and warm. You are human and no matter how many layers you had put on, you was still freezing cold.
So here you sat inside the car with the heating on full blast, your dead phone charging because the stupid thing died on you and wondering where the hell the boys were.
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"We lost her!"
"We did not lose her Liam."
"Then what is it called when someone just disappears, who may I add was right behind us!" Liam exclaims to Brett, his hands tugging at the his roots. "We lost her and Stiles is going to kill us because we lost his cousin, and he's going to kill us with that baseball bat and ah-" Liam shouts when he suddenly loses his balance and falls down into a deep, dark hole. "What the hell" he mumbles and looks up into the opening, spotting Brett looking down with an amused smirk on his face.
"Looks like we found the hole" Brett smugly says before reaching a hand down and helping Liam out of the dirty hole. "And the trunk shouldn’t be far from here" Brett adds as Liam pulls himself out of the hole with Brett's help.
"But our main thing here is (Y/N), she's lost out there somewhere, along and scared and doesn’t know what to do." Liam says in a quick ramble like he does when he's nervous, with panic and worry deep in his voice.
"She might of found her way back to the car, for all we know she could of left us here. She did drive" Brett says to help calm down the younger wolf. "We know now where Parrish is keeping the bodies, so now let's head back to the direction of the car, and hope (Y/N) is there."
And with that Brett and Liam start there walk back to the direction where the car was, quietly bickering on whose fault it was on losing you. After a long thirty minuet walk, Liam and Brett get back to the designation of the car, finding the lights on and you cozied up to the back seats with a blanket wrapped around you and reading from a book you keep in the car.
"Thank God" Brett breathes out before clambering in the driver's seat with Liam following behind and getting in the back seats.
"We thought you were dead" Liam cries when he gets close to you and pulls you in a bone crushing hug.
"He thought you was dead" Brett says, correcting Liam. "Why didn’t you call us?" Brett asks you when you finally pull yourself away from Liam's mighty strong grip.
"Well one I thought you knew I wondered of, two there's no service and three my phone died. Sorry guys" you say sheepishly in a soft voice, shrugging your shoulders. "Did you find the hole in the end?" You ask them.
Liam nods his head before he begins to speak. "As long as you're okay, everything is okay." He says patting your arm.
You smile at you two best friends, knowing wouldn’t change them for the world.
"So whose hungry, I'm starved" you say with a big grin on your face.
"Starving" Brett says. "And we do not tell Stiles about this" and with that you all agree with not telling Stiles anything as Brett starts the car and drives away to cure the hunger in all of you.
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Life As You Know It
He was yours and you were his.
It took a while, but life finally made up for all the suffering you had to endure all these years.
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Parents In Town
Summary:Phil’s parents are in town and he’s freaking out.
Rated:G
Phil rushes around the flat for a fifth time trying to make sure everything was in place and not a speck of dirt could be seen. Dan laughs to himself watching him run back and forth waiting for Phil to pass by Dan reaches his arm out grabbing Phil around the waist pulling him onto the couch.
"Will you calm down the place looks great and your parents aren't coming to see the flat they're coming to see you."
"I just want everything to go well and look nice."
"Trust me it does now will you chill out before you knock something over? Your parents have been here before why the extraness?"
"This is just really important I'm going to tell them about us and I want it to be good."
"And it will be don't worry so much."
Dan smiles pressing a kiss to his temple before releasing the older lad to finish making lunch. Sighing Dan makes his way into the bedroom to finish getting ready he knew Phil would have a fit if he didn't. When the bell finally rings Dan pushes Phil into the lounge before going to answer the door.
"Hello Dan it's great to see you dear."
Phil's mum smiles hugging Dan as he shakes his father's hand the three chat about their ride down before Phil comes into the hall greeting his parents.
"We've been very excited to come visit you love the place looks amazing."
"Thanks mum."
Phil grins leading them into the lounge Dan walks to their room grabbing his wallet and phone.
"Phil would you like me to go and get some drink?"
"That would be so great thank you love."
Placing a quick kiss to his cheek Dan heads out wanting to give Phil some time to spend with his parents alone. Walking down the sidewalk Dan makes his way to Tesco to get their drinks and some snacks.
"Hi sir is this everything?"
"Yes."
Dan gives a awkward smile wanting nothing more than to get back home so he could relax and eat something.
Paying for his items Dan carefully carries everything home taking his time so not to spill anything. This was the last time he would offer to get everyone drinks and go alone he was really struggling. Slowly but surly he makes his way back to the flat having to ask the neighbor to get the door for him. Taking the elevator up to their place Dan uses his shoe to knock for someone to open it.
"There you are I was wondering where you had gone."
Phil smiles taking some of the items lightening Dan's hands carry everything to the kitchen he smiles.
"I had a bit of trouble but nothing too major."
"Well I'm glad you were able to do it thank you very much."
Phil smiles kissing him before calling his parents in for a drink and snack the rest of the visit spent in high spirits.
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pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: -
word count: 830
in a nutshell: telling Chris you don’t want a baby anymore
‘Babe!’ I yelled to let my fiancé know he can now entrance the room. A loud sigh left my mouth as I watched him walk into a bathroom with a smile on his face. I shook my head to the left and to the right, showing him a negative pregnancy test.
Sadness was visible on his face; I could tell he hoped for a different outcome this time. ‘It’s okay, baby.’ He said. ‘Maybe we just need to try harder, you know? Have more sex, at more times, more frequently.’ His voice was full of hope. He took my hand into his own and squeezed it gently as he sent me a gentle smile.
I looked him up and down before nodding and leaving the bathroom. I walked down the stairs, stepped into the kitchen, and quickly prepared myself a glass of cold water and lemon juice. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Chris was so disappointed, and I was so…relieved.
I was convinced I am pregnant for the past couple of days. I even stopped drinking my morning coffee and paused my sushi dates with my co-workers to ensure that I am doing everything right to protect the baby. Like a good mother would or more so – should.
‘Y/N? You’re okay?’ Chris’ spoke, standing behind me. I could not view his figure, but I guessed his right shoulder is leaning on the doorframe as he stares at my back. My eyes opened wide, scanning the picture of the outside bombarded with rain from the window in our kitchen. ‘Y/N,’ He repeated in response to my murderous silence. Another, yet again, long sigh has left my lips as I turned around to look at him. I shrugged my arms, there were no words within me right now that I was brave enough to tell him.
‘Chris, I don’t want this.’ Finally, I started with an opening sentence as I looked him in the eyes. One of the best qualities about the relationship that I shared with my boyfriend was the ability to talk to one another about everything. However, admitting to this was hard. Facing the truth was difficult on its own but admitting it to someone so close to you was even harder.
‘I don’t know what happened. I promise you that I really wanted this when we first started seeing each other. You asked me if I’m sure and I repeatedly agreed. I wanted this too, I wanted a baby with you. Daughter or a son, I did not care at all. I wanted us to have a family but now,’ I looked at him helpless, feeling as if I’m crushing a long-term dream of his into pieces. Feeling as if I’m taking something important to him away with no hope of ever returning it back.
He watched me from the other side of the room. His eyes reassured me to continue my monologue, however I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t rather hide somewhere in a hole and never ever leave it. ‘Listen, the more we try the more I appreciate not being a mum. This is not my dream anymore. I don’t want to give my life up to someone else anymore.’ Our eyes locked as I confessed to my recent thoughts. I didn’t quite know if this would indicate the end to our relationship but the baggage, I had to carry with me over the past weeks was too much. I didn’t enjoy the force sex that we would engage in in false hope that a life would be created after we finish. I hated constantly talking about it and peeing on a fucking stick weekly.
‘It’s okay, my love. I won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to do,’ A sincere smile appeared on his lips as he put his arms up, signalizing for me to get closer. I was wary as I approached him. I knew he would not hurt me, however I feared there is more for him to say that I won’t like. ‘I love you and I want to be with you. We are partners and an item, however corny that sounds. I would rather have you than try to be with someone who isn’t even half as gorgeous and loving as you for a fixation over something I’ve never even had in a first place.’ Chris said firmly, his eyes were focused on mine from the start to the finish of his sentence.
‘Are you serious?’ A big smile grew on my face as my hands moved to his neck. Standing on my toes, I gave him a sweet kiss on the lips as his hands hugged my body. I loved his touch, adored when he gripped me in all the right places. ‘Let’s get another dog though, that’s final.’ He whispered, pretending to sound as temptingly as possible. His words were met with my loud giggle as I buried my body in his arms.
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devoted to him
request: i need a smut but like with a lot of dirt talk!!!!!!!!!! it can be really short i just need some sexy talk PLS
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: rough smut, language, breeding kink
wordcount: 592
p.s i c you lot are horny as shit innit
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His thrusts penetrated my insides completely. I was screaming out loud, my screams were most definitely perfectly heard throughout the house. We were alone, so I was not afraid to shout as loud as possible. I knew how it excited him, how it turned him on. I sensed his responses to my own thrill. His muscles flexed all over, which I felt as he squeezed my thigh tighter. One of his hands was choking my neck, holding it firmly. He cut off my access to air, making me feel even more aroused. It was one of the things I learned to love during our relationship. I loved when he was rough and firm with me. I adored when he was owning me, owning my body. I worshiped it when he made me know who I belong to.
“So. Fucking. Tight” He breathed down my neck, the hairs around his beard tickled my jawline. “And so mine.” He added as he pounded harder. I let out a loud moan, feeling myself exploding under his touch. “I want to hear you say it. Say it, you slut.” Chris ordered. His voice was raspy, his hot breath smacked the skin on my face.
“I’m all yours, daddy. I-I am all yours.” I pleaded, completely giving in to the intense experience he was giving me.
My words worked like a charm, almost acted like a spell. Chris lifted his body up, towering fully over me. I loved feeling his lips against my neck as he pounded into me, but watching his eyes filled with lust was just as sensual.
“Tell daddy how badly you want him to cum inside of you. Tell him how you love when he’s filling you up with his load. I wanna hear how fucking bad you desire me to breed your little cunt.” He commanded again. The grip on his neck tightened even more. His balls were hitting my body hard. A characteristic, erotic sound bounced against the walls in the room.
If only he knew how hard it was for me to talk. To focus on something else than his dick giving me the ultimate treatment. Chris knew exactly how to make my body act stupid.
“I want all of it, daddy. I want to feel you deep inside of me. I never want to stop feeling you. All of you. Your cum belongs inside of me. I want to be a good girl and hold it for you in my princess place.” I managed to do as I was told. My words were shaky, I felt my whole body tremble.
His thrusts were getting faster, stronger, more and more dominant. I screamed loudly, as my walls tightly hugged his dick. Orgasm infected my whole body, giving me an overwhelming feeling of joy. Fuck, only he could make me feel all of this. I felt him pressing harder against my thigh, digging his fingers onto my skin. I heard him curse under his breath as he finished inside of me, releasing his cum deep inside of my hole. I licked my lips; I couldn't help myself. I was completely devoted to him.
“I hope you’re ready for more, princess. Give me a minute and we’re going again. I want you to feel load inside of you for the rest of the day.” A devilish smirk appeared on his face as his hand grabbed a hold of my chin. I nodded, although there was barely any strength left in me. I needed to resist him, but I couldn’t. He was addictive.
#chris evans imagine#chris evans x reader#chris evans one shot#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans#shortimagines
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beyond words
pairing: chris evans x black!fem!reader
warnings: none
wordcount: 607
p.s it’s still fuck dem kids over here but i was in the mood
Looking through old photos I smiled at memories coming back to my head. Being pregnant and hormonal made me more emotional than I have ever been. I hated that but there were some positives of my newest state. I appreciated everything around me a million, or a billion, times more. I loved, appreciated, and cherished my family and my loved ones more than ever.
“Aw, look how cute you look here,” Chris poked my cheek as he sat himself next to me on the coach. I laughed in response, handing him printed pictures that I have already viewed. Those photographs of me were taken when I was a little girl. I could recall myself always smiling and getting myself in trouble. Of course, pictures couldn’t quite capture the reality of the past events, but they were a great reminder of the days that made my childhood so special.
“You know, I hope we have a girl. A beautiful, beautiful girl like her mummy. With stunning, divine hair as yours. With deep brown eyes as yours. With this perfect, infectious smile as yours. I cannot wait, baby,” You could here the honesty in his voice. His hand rested comfortably on your enlarged stomach and softly massaged your skin. You let out a small whimper, feeling extremely relaxed by his gentle touch. Not to mention his words that once again ensured you that there was no better choice of a baby daddy than Chris.
“Huh, Chris wants to be a daddy?” I teased him, placing my leg over his knee. His free hand squeezed the skin on my thigh as he sent me little smirk. He loved when I referred to him as a future daddy. We used to use this word in a different context but now it was purely applied when talking about parenthood. Sometimes I wondered if his kinks would go back to what they were prior to pregnancy or they would disappear completely. Recently sex was rarely a thing since I could barely move at all times. Some days I was convinced I totally forgot how to do it, no matter how absurd it sounded.
“Chris does want to be a daddy,” He winked at me, leaning towards my face to link our lips in a small kiss. My hand travelled to his cheek, caressing it gently as my body shifted closer to his. He moved away slightly and sent me a big smile before his large arms locked me in a hug. I felt so safe and comfortable in this moment. I enjoyed it so, so much.
“I can’t wait, baby. I love you both so much already” Chris whispered into my ear, biting it gently before hugging me even tighter. Thinking of his words, the sudden inflow of anxiety attacked my body. I started questioning whether he would be happy if we had a boy instead. I had a feeling I was pregnant with a boy, but I never really mentioned it to him. We promised ourselves we won’t check the child’s gender and have a big surprise when they are born. I never regretted that decision, I was just sure that I am pregnant with a boy. I suppose you could call that an instinct, right?
“Daddy will love them no matter who they are and who they choose to be.” His words travelled to my ears, calming my nervous instantly. A small smile appeared on my face; I could not stop the sudden feeling of happiness. At that moment, I felt ready to become a mum to someone who was already adored beyond words. This was what I have always wanted.
#chris evans imagine#chris evans x reader#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans one shot#chris evans#shortimagines
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LOVE? HATE? : YOU CANNOT FEEL ONE WITHOUT EITHER OF IT
The final punch that was thrown at your face while you barely had the ability to stand on your own two feet. Dropping on the floor, you wiped off the red liquid that was flowing from your lips.
You looked up at the three girls standing in front of you. Each were glaring at you with wide smirks on their faces. One dragged you towards her by gripping onto your hair.
“So? When are you going to tell him, huh?! How long are you supposed to wait?” she spoke with her grip on your hair tightened as you winced in pain.
So what happened? These three girls have caused some major problem in school that you had no idea about it. That was until you saw your dad, which is the school principal, scolding them in the corridor which was a terrifying view.
How did you ended up in this situation? They bribed you to lie to your dad, knowing you were an easier way to get out of the problem. However, you did not have the heart to lie to your own dad, just because some random strangers caused a bad deed in school.
They threatened you, hurt you, abused you. They did all they could to get you on their side. But that isn’t going to change your mind. No matter how many cuts and bruises you get from them, you would never ever lie to your dad. NEVER.
Another one of the girls came and squat beside you. “You know, firstly you’re surely pretty dumb to hide the fact that we are hurting you from your dad. We would have probably been expelled by now if he knew about us abusing his ‘pReCiOus’ daughter, right girls?”
Well, there is a reason for their mocking. Although being an extremely nice daughter, your dad never trusted you. He never believed what you told him unless you had a perfect evidence. He believes all the rumours from anyone except the ones you tell him yourself.
“Maybe we should tell your dad that you were hooked up with someone. He would love that news, wouldn’t he?” the girls said and chuckled. Your body froze and you took in every word she said.
Already having lost all his trust on you, this news would affect your relationship in long term. You were scared, you were trembling. The girls laughing hysterically, before leaving you alone in the classroom. They knew that would have sparked something in your brain.
You stayed still for around ten minutes, before starting to clean up the mess. You fixed your uniform and packed your bag, before leaving the classroom, soon leaving the school.
You continued walking wherever your feet brought you to. Too afraid to go home, you thought of any other places to go to. You knew your friends were no good in comforting you, they only cared about being on your father’s good side.
After thinking for a while, you finally decided to go to his house. Your head kept reminding you that it was the worst choice, but your heart told you to keep going. He hated you, and you hated him. But did you really hate him? Did he really hate you?
Yeah, it’s Lucas. Bullying you was his job. He loved getting under your skin and always talking back at you. However, your dad loves him though, maybe that factor could help you with this problem.
Soon enough, you reach the entrance of his house, ringing the doorbell a few times, you tried your best to control your tears. It was as if reality just hit you. Feeling light headed, you held onto the gate, hoping you won’t fall.
“Oh why are you disturbing m- holy hell dude what happened to your arms and your face?” you heard him exclaimed. You looked at him, teary eyed, and explained, “Look, I-I didn’t know where else to go…”
He pulled you in quickly but slowly as to not put more pain in your injuries into his house, forcing you to sit on the couch. He pulled your face closer to his, examining all the red bruises on your face. You winced at his touch, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
He ran to his kitchen and come back with some medicine and first aid kit. He treated each bruise carefully. “Now tell me who the freaking idiot doing all this to you!” he suddenly spoke in angry manner. Noticing his intimidating gaze and clenched jaw, you realised he was being deadly seriously. So you told him. You told him everything.
Lucas listened to each sentence carefully with eyes likes a hawk, and popping his knuckles every now and then. He stopped your mid-sentence, and pulled you up from the couch. Dragging you outside, and he said, “Let’s go talk to your dad immediately now!”
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“You should expel them! They’re no good to the school’s reputation or your daughter!” Lucas was talking to your dad, listing out everything that has to be said. On the other hand, your dad looked at you in pity and guilty cause feeling bad that his daughter had to go through all this rough experienced. He slowly smiled at both of you.
“I’ll talk to their parents about it and report to the authority as what had should be done with them. Thanks Lucas, for stepping up for Emma. I really appreciate your kind heart on helping Emma.” Yeah kind heart, sure, Lucas smiled widely at your dad, and your mom, who just walked into the room. If only they knew how actually ‘kind and what a nice heart’ he is towards me…
“Hmm... by the way can I borrow your daughter for a while Mr and Mrs Granger? That’s also if you don’t mind.” Lucas told your parents. Bet you’re probably going to ask me to treat you for this… Hmmm he always sucked money from me like always…
“Okay sure! But remember to take care of her and yourself!” your mom spoke. You stood up and walked out first, while Lucas bowed at your parents. He turned around and saw you outside, swinging on the gate, like a child. He smiled at your childish self and mumbled to himself, “Of course… I have to take a very good care of what’s MINE…”
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Not Your Typical First Date
I walk towards the given address and look around, I fidget with my tote bag and then as I look up, I realised I had reached. I am on a date, with this friend of friend’s who had sort of set us up? We met at a party at her place last week, but she had eaten both our ears off about how great the other person would be. We didn’t talk for too long at the party since I had just landed that day and coming from Europe, I had a bit of a Jet lag, but he seemed nice, and we both agreed to go on a date. So here I was, standing in front of an open cafe waiting for a tall, lanky head of curls to show up.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, have you been waiting for a while?” I turned to look up at Timothee, “Oh, no! I arrived just a couple of minutes ago!” “Oh thank god” He put his hands on his chest and looked heaven wards as he said this, which made me giggle and then we did a quick hug. “So have you ever been here?”Timothee asked as we found a place to sit, “No, actually I haven’t ever been to this part of the town at all!” I exclaimed, as we scanned the menu “Oh Really?, Then I have so many things to show you, I used to come here all the time” I smiled at him, I loved how animated and child-like his mannerisms were, such a young, sprightly spirit.
We were still going through the menu, when I saw a table adjacent to ours get this huge cheeseburger and fries, and instantly my stomach growled, Timothee who’s back was to the cheeseburger, laughed. “Let’s get that” I laughed along and pointed to that burger, he looked over and then back at me, with his eyebrows raised “ No way!” “Why not!, c’mon I want it!” “Are you sure you’ll be able to finish it?” “You can help!” I laughed at him and then reached over to touch his arm, “Please!” His eyes closed, and then he threw his hands up and went, “Okay, Okay, Okay, We’ll get it!” I squealed with joy and he motioned the waited over and asked him to get us our order, And 15 minutes later, it appeared,A large, towering cheese burger, with 5 burger patties and tons of tomatoes and cheese and lettuce, sauce dripping down the sides, and a large serving of fries on the side, good thing we were famished
Timothee and I decided to take strategic bites one after the other, and each time I got tired I would resort to fries, the burger was so delicious it was almost impossible to not take another bite, the both of us had gotten so messy from the sauce, our wrists and forearms had gotten sticky, and we were both laughing and chewing, and then we would take long pauses and talk about food mishaps and challenges from our past and then dive back in, each time He would eat, his curls would flop with his face, and similarly my front hairs would also swoosh closer to my mouth, and once or twice, Timothee would try to keep them away and his cold knuckles would caress my face as I contrast his sweet soft actions with my monstrous chewing, after a long 45 minutes we were both done, and we had to go and wash our faces and our hands in the restroom, but it was totally worth it. Maybe this Timothee guy was pretty great after all...
#Timothee Chalamet#fanfic#cute#fluff#blurb#short#imagine#imagines#fun#burger#lovely#sweet#friendly#first date#cutesy#shortimagines
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