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Chrissy looks tired darling...give him cuddles.
I would give him so many cuddles🥺 we can do anything he wants, even if it’s laying on the couch and watching movies all night🩵
Let me write a little something…
You walked in the living to see Chris tiredly. You sat down next to him, placing a hand on his arm.
“You ok, baby?” You asked.
“Yea, sweetheart. I’m just tired.” Chris says, rubbing a hand over his face.
“I know you have to learn these lines, but that’s enough reading for tonight.” You say, taking the script from his hand and put it on the coffee table.
“You’re probably right.” He sighs, slouching back on the couch. “I’m so tired I can’t think straight.” He says.
“We can cuddle and watch movies if you want.” You suggested.
“I like the sound of that.” Chris smiles, giving you a kiss on your lips.
You two got comfortable on the couch with a blanket and a movie playing on the TV. Chris fell asleep halfway through the movie and you fell asleep a few minutes later.
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cevansbaby-dove · 3 days
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Chris surprises his family.
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Chris's pov.
I wake up and turn to see Becca sound asleep. I smile and place a kiss to her cheek and get out of bed and put on joggers and look at dodger.
dodger follows me down the stairs and into the kitchen where I turn the lights on low so I can at least see where everything is.
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I walk around then stub my toe on the counter. "shit!" I said "oh man that's going to swell"
I walk to the pots and pans and grab my pancake recipe and start getting that made.
I get dodger food and water and look at the recipe. "ok three cups of milk" I grab the milk and say. "Oh I forgot about the gifts!"
I walk into the living room and grab the four bags and set them out on the counter. "okay pancakes now"
I put on some music as I cook up breakfast I start the coffee because I know becks will want a cup before she even says anything to me.
I grab her this cup that Ivy got for her a few years ago for mother's day.
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I grab the soy milk and pour it into the cup and I hear Soft footsteps. I look up to see Ivy in her princess PJs. "Good morning Princess" She rubs her eyes as she walks to me. "Morning"
I lift her onto the stool and kiss her head. "Did you sleep well?" She nods. "es" I walk back to the stove and say. "was mommy up too or just you?" I turn and look at Ivy. "mommy sleep" I smile. "Okay"
I set the things of pancakes in front of ivy and she gets these big eyes. "Food!" I laugh. "yes but wait for matty and mommy to join us"
Ivy nods. "ok" I hear More footsteps. I see Becks with Ava in her arms. "Morning babe I got your coffee here" I pick it up and hold it out. She is wearing this outfit.
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"hmm" She takes a sip then says. "Thanks love" She kisses me and I smile. "I made breakfast" She looks at ivy and says. "Did she help?" I laugh. "No maybe next time but it was just me here so I couldn't keep a close eye on her if she was near the hot stove"
becks sits at the counter. "true." She kisses Ivy's cheek and then says. "What with the bags?"
"Gifts for you and the kiddos" She raises an eyebrow. "Chris come on we don't need gifts" I smile. "Ah come on dove i'm just being nice for my little family"
She smiles. "it's okay Chris we will still love them" I grab some plates and set them out, Matty yawns as he climbs onto the stool next to becks. "morning Matty" becks said.
I smile. "Matty isn't fully here" Matty nods. "I want sleep" Ivy says. "Can we open ift!! pweese mommy!"
Becks giggles. "let's eat these great pancakes then we'll see ok?" Ivy crosses her arms pouting. "ivy listen to your mother" I sit down by Matty and he says. "Can I go back to bed?" Ivy says. "Gifts!"
Becks whispers something to ivy. Matty says. "bed!?" I sigh. "Ok, Matty you will go to bed tonight, ivy behave or you'll get put into timeout"
Ivy says. "I want gift!"
i walk around becks's stool and pick up ivy and she starts screaming. "No no timeout!" I set her on the couch. "Will you stop with your mood?"
She pouts telling me no so I stand up and say. "You will stay here until you will be in a better mood" becks says. "Chris!" I look at her. "She needs to calm down dove"
Ava starts crying and I say. "Great surprise Evans" Becks walks around getting ava to sleep and Matty says. "these pancakes are good!" Ivy says. "Daddy me sorry"
I turn and say. "that was fast young lady, are you truly sorry?" She nods blinking tears from her eyes.
I say. "Okay you may go back to the table" She jumps up and hugs my leg. 'thank you daddy" I look at becks and she sends me a smile.
We all go back to our breakfast and I wash the dishes and then say. 'Okay gifts now?" Ivy claps. "Yay!" Becks nods. "okay"
becks says. "ivy you open your first" Matty says. "I want to!" I say. "Ah Matthew let ivy go then you will ok?" he nods "Yes sir"
Ivy pulls her gift out of the box.
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"yay!! I can make daddy pretty now!" She said with a big grin. "haha yes but daddy is already very pretty right princess?" I hear becks say. "he be ever better!" I laugh. "oh no no mommy and ava should have that on them not me"
Matty says. "Me daddy?" I nod "Yes Matty" He opens the box and finds this
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"yess!! Thank you daddy!" I smile. "I thought you might like that set" becks smirks. "Classic Evans with Marvel stuff" I chuckle. "I love it babe"
"okay now mommy opens her gift" ivy and Matty look at becks and she picks up the small box. "hmm I wonder what it is" the kids giggle and Becks opens it.
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"Chris..." She looks at me. "this couldn't have been cheap!" I smile. "your worth every bit of money for this" She shows the kids and they say. "Wow pretty!"
I hold my hand out for it and say. 'Shall I put it on?" She smiles with a slight nod. "Yes please"
I take it and stand behind her and she picks up her brown hair and I clasp the necklace on and she touches it. "I love it"
She turns and I learn down. 'I love you" She kisses me and we hear the kids. "Yuck!" I pull away with a grin. "I love you too" She said with a smile.
After breakfast we all just lounge on the couch watching Disney movies.
tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @patzammit @bookishtheaterlover7 @cutedisneygrl @armystay89
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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏
hello, I want to thank @foxyprincessworld for inspiring me to write this.
connected to fairytale
summary - it has been a while since meeting ari in the woods, and while he goes out to gather food for you two, you manage to get yourself stuck.
warning - smut, inter-species, tiny fairy, stuck, slight fingering, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Ari had gone out to gather some berries and vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin, ensuring you’d be stocked up for the rapidly approaching winter. While he was out picking, you were fluttering around the house, ensuring things were clean and neat. Since you met Ari that fateful night, becoming his partner, the cabin also became your home. 
You had been cleaning all day in your human form, making sure you could cut the cleaning time in half with your size before finding a spot that no large thing could reach. You wave your hand, allowing your magic to dance over you and shrink you into your fairy form. You fly over to the area, noticing through the small hole that it has become dirty. You knew Ari didn’t care about these things, but you did. So, you began to clean, softly groaning as you kept missing a few spots, pulling yourself further into the tiny hole, your hips catching onto the sides. You wiggle, huffing when you realise that you are stuck. “Oh no… I do hope Ari gets back soon.” You let out a cute little sneeze as the dust tickles your nose. 
Ari grins at the basket in his hands, loving that it’s filled to the brim and that he can show you what he’s managed to gather. He heads into the cabin, setting down the basket on the table and then looks around confused, wondering where you are as you usually came to greet him. “Fairy? Bear here!” He grunts, scrunching his nose. “Little Fairy?!” Ari begins to walk deeper into the house, becoming worried that something may have happened to you.
“I’m here, Bear. I’m okay. I’m just stuck...” You sigh and allow magic to flow through you, appearing before your man.
Ari stares at the bright ball, following it as it slowly leads him to where you are stuck. The ball disappears when Ari stops where you are, and his eyes widen. “Oh, Fairy! How?” He can’t deny that his cock twitches when his eyes land on your exposed arse, your dress lifted from wiggling. “Stuck?” You still weren’t able to teach him how to speak proper sentences, but you found it endearing with his short answers. Knowing he tries so hard, his face always scrunches up, trying to find the right things to say, and the thing you love most about him is even though it becomes hard for him sometimes, he never gives up. 
“Yeah, Bear. I’m stuck, and my magic cannot get me out of this one.” You pout, not noticing that the more you wiggle, the more that becomes exposed, causing the giant bear behind you to become aroused. “Could you please help me?” 
Ari nods, too preoccupied with how your arse jiggles and your sweet honey pot glistens. He licks his lips at the thought of honey and how delicious you taste. “Help after,” Ari growls out, quickly ridding himself free from his pants and gripping his thick, monstrous cock. He begins to stroke it, grunting as pre-cum leaks from his angry tip.
“What? Ari, what do you mean after? Bear?” He ignores you, too lost in his mind now. You softly squeak as his finger connects with your dripping cunt. You now understand what is happening and allow your magic to wash over you. “You can enter, Bear.” You whimper when he pushes his thick finger inside, stretching you and curling it, ensuring you are wet enough to take him.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” Your head falls forward as he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his member. His tip stretches you wide as Ari pushes in. “Oh, god…” He rests his hands against the wood, fucking into you harder and faster, enjoying how your tight walls squeeze him. 
“Not god.” Ari growls, fucking into you harder. “I Bear!” Your tiny body rocks back and forth, and your eyes roll back as the pleasure intensifies. Your walls pulsate like crazy around Ari, causing a groan to slip out. “My Fairy!” Your arousal builds, leaking alongside his thick base, coating him and creating a white creamy ring. “So pretty and tiny.” He hums, staring down at your stretched-out cunt with a dazed look, entranced by how hot it looks. 
Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palm. “B–bear! I’m going to–” You cut yourself off with a strangled moan. Your vision becomes white as your walls squeeze around him, and your juices squirt out of you. You fall limp, exhaustion hitting you. Ari continues to thrust into you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten, cock twitching. He releases thick amounts of cum into you, coating your walls. 
Once Ari empties himself, his cock softens, and he slowly pulls out of you. “Bear, help now.” He grumbles, wiping off the sweat on his forehead before punching the wood, snapping it enough to rip it away and pull you out of the tiny hole. He lies you on the palm of his hand, looking down at you with a soft look, “Fairy, okay?” 
You snuggle into his palm, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, Bear. Thank you.” You give him a soft tap and sigh as he moves you to the chair. Your hand waves, and you feel your body slowly grow, allowing you to become human-sized. You stretch, kissing Ari’s palm as he rests it on your cheek. “How did your picking go, Bear?” 
The smile on his face makes you think he’d be able to brighten up a room with how bright and gorgeous it is. Ari quickly moves over to the basket and brings it back to you, showing you the many things he picked. You smile, eyes dancing around the many different colours. “You did wonderful, Bear! I could maybe make some soup for dinner and a pie for dessert.” You slowly stand, legs feeling like jelly. 
Ari places the basket back down and pulls you into him by the hips. He looks down at you with such love and adoration, like he cannot believe he has you in his life. “Bear love Fairy… S–so much.” He wraps an arm around your waist while his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Pretty Fairy.”
You smile, eyes becoming clouded with love. “I love you too, Bear, so much. My big handsome bear.” Your hand rests flat on his chest, and the other cups his cheek, stroking the soft beard underneath before moving up to scratch between his cute bear ears. “Why don’t you get some rest? You’ve been working so hard lately.” Your lashes flutter as you continue to stare up at him. “I’ll prepare dinner, okay?” 
Ari shakes his head, huffing. He peppers kisses against your face, smiling at how beautiful you look. “I help.” 
That night you and Ari make dinner, and as that is cooking, he helps you prepare dessert. You couldn’t have wished for anything better. He’d wrap you in his arms as you made the food before pulling you over to the couch, holding you against him while you both waited for dinner. Your hand rested against your stomach, knowing that when you finally told the news to Ari, he would be so happy. You’d finally have everything you had ever wished for. 
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stylesmygucci · 1 year
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Requesting Chris Evans having a impregnate kink with his girlfriend, reader
-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: Husband!chris x reader
Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!! (breeding, rough penetration)
Word count: 2.2k
A/n: I read four books these last months, I’m giving you guys all I’ve learned. So sorry for the wait, school and depression don’t go well, but I had to fit Chris in. It’s not as explicit as some smuts but it’s sweet. ENJOY! masterlist
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It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).
Chris left the party city with a “Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.
As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag.
Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long.
“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.
“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.
“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.
“Please come in.” Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. “Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?”
“No, not yet.”
“Perfect.”
We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.
That’s what I liked about him.
The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. “Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.
Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.
Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.
It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.
“Chris! Y/n!”
I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.
“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.”
I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.
After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone.
“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.
I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. “Sooooo.”
She laughs. “You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!”
“What do you mean?” I laughed.
“You’re not pregnant.”
My eyes flung wide. “No— oh god, do I look pregnant?”
“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.
“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence.
“Healthy.”
I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before?
Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. “I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.”
“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. “But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.”
She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. “Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray.
A grin grew on my face.
She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. “Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.”
I pushed her shoulder and she laughed.
I smiled, “We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider, “then he went down on me like five times.”
She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again.
“Then it was just the best sex of my life.”
“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.”
“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.”
She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret.
“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. “Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head.
“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head.
“Well, I’m not.”
There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick.
She knew better than me, her face showed it.
“Have you talked to him about kids?”
“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.”
She nodded.
She poked my side and set her wine aside.
“You should tell him.”
“What exactly?”
She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. “That you want one now.”
Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?…
I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now.
“Ok.” I tell her.
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It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum.
I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief.
Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road.
“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.”
“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.”
Confusion fled his face.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up.
“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. “Something’s on your mind, talk to me.”
“…Over some wine and cereal?”
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “As long as you talk to me!”
“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek.
Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine.
I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top.
Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more.
“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him.
He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest.
“Look at me, baby.”
I opened my eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me.
I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes.
Please, it’s just me, they said.
“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled.
“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked.
I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless.
He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it.
“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— “you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. “to get you pregnant—“ again. “to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again.
I was smiling like an idiot now.
“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips.
Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one.
His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things.
He knows, though. He always knows.
His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last.
He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned.
“Chris!” I grabbed his arm. “Fuck.”
He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me.
“How much do you want this?” He asked.
“So much.”
He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath.
“How much?”
“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in.
“Yeah?”
I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head.
“I’ll give it to you, Y/n. I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.”
He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted.
I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted.
He pulled out of me, wearily.
His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me.
“What are you-“
“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off.
“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was.
He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee.
He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was.
“What?” I asked.
“I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.”
“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?”
“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me.
The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work.
And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.
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aalyssah · 1 year
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Missing Snacks
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 750
Summary: Chris' snacks kept getting missing band there's only one person who knows what happened.
A/N: I thought this would be cute. Hope You Enjoy!
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Ever since you've gotten pregnant, Chris, his snacks have been missing. Every time he buys something, within the next morning, they're gone and he has asked you, but you don't know.
Chris sighed, walking into his house with a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos in hand. He was craving some Doritos, so that's exactly what he bought.
He bought those for one reason and that was to catch you in the act because there's no one else, but you and him in the house and when he's gone, who else could've eaten them?
He put the bags on the kitchen counter, before walking over to you who was on the living room couch. "Hey babygirl." He kissed your lips, pushing your hair back.
He got on his knees and kissed the 6 month old baby bump. "Hey there, little man. How were you for momma?" He rubbed the bump, while you laughed, watching him interact with the baby.
You rubbed your bump, shaking your head. "He was good, but he's been kicking all day. I guess he missed daddy." Chris couldn't hide the smile from his face, loving to come home to this. "How I can't wait to come home to the real thing!” He placed one more kiss before going upstairs to what you assumed to take change into his pajamas.
He shortly came down, instantly going to the kitchen. At first, you didn't think anything of it, until you heard wrapping crumbling together. Then you hear the sound of a bag being opened. You shot up, as fast as you could and waddled your way to Chris.
You saw him seconds away from sticking his hand in the bag. You tried grabbing it, but he pulled back. "Uh, uh, no ma'am, these are mine." He shoved the chips in his mouth, moaning at the taste. "They taste so good!" You, on the other hand, had a pout on your face to show him how much you envy him right now.
You stood with your arms crossed and your head turned to the side. "You're being so mean to me and the baby." Chris laughed, shaking his head and putting another chip in his mouth. "You and the baby will be fine . It's not like y'all haven't eaten enough on my snacks."
You looked at him, 'offended', putting a hand over your heart. "Hey, I told you that wasn't me!" Chris muttered something under his breath before gently picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. He helped you get comfy in bed and turned on your favorite show.
He's been working, so hard with his movies lately and all he wants to do is sleep next to you. He leaned over to you and kissed your forehead. "Good night baby, 1." He then kissed the baby bump. "Good night baby 2." You two shared a laugh before he turned in his side and 'fell asleep.'
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It's been about 2 hours when you woke up to the urge of feeling hungry. Your stomach growled loudly through the room with the TV still on your show. You slowly got out of bed, trying to make sure you didn't wake up Chris and walked downstairs. You knew from experience, not to step on the floor boards that squeak, so you didn't get caught.
You made your way to the chips before doing a little dance. You gently opened the bag, trying to be quiet and took a chip out. As soon as you were about to put the chip in your mouth, the clearing of a throat caught you. You froze, turning your body around only to be met with your husband Chris.
A smile grew on his face as he looked at you. “I knew it!” He pointed at you, who was standing there chip in the air, close to your mouth. You put your hand behind your back. “W-what are you talking about?”
Chris pranced his way to you, pulling your hands from behind your back. “This.” He leaned down and took a bite of the chip. “You're the reason why my snacks are gone.” You shook your head, denying. “No, it was the baby!” You said, pointing at the baby bump.
Chris laughed, picking you up and walking up to the stair, but you stopped him. “Wait!” He paused, before letting you take the back of chips off the counter.
“We gotta keep them upstairs with us, just to make sure we don’t have any more missing snacks.”
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mavsstar · 2 years
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐖.𝐂.︱𝟐.𝟐𝐤
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐟! & 𝐦!), 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 & 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞,
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑
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For the past couple of days Andy has been hearing people come in and out the house next door. It quite frankly annoyed him given that the people who came had loud kids or newborns. He moved away after his divorce to be alone and most importantly live somewhere quiet. 
Andy was faced with quietness for 2 days. Finally. 
Until he heard a scream accompanied by giggling. Frustrated, he let out a huff of air as he opened his front door when he saw the back side of your body. 
“Congrats on the new house miss,” The realtor congratulated as he handed you the keys. 
Unfortunately Andy didn’t get to see you until he got home from work. He made a mental photo album of what you could possibly look like. The women he conjured up in his mind did not compare to you in the slightest when he saw you. 
You were outside hugging your friend when he caught a glimpse. His jaw went slack and he was mesmerized. So mesmerized for a split second he forgot he lived next door and almost missed his house. 
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing,” He mumbled to himself. 
For a while he found himself trying to look at you as much as he could without you noticing. Much to his luck you were always outside and oblivious to your surroundings. He was able to stare for as long as he wanted to. 
Andy was in his room getting ready for bed when he saw your bedroom light turn on. Intrigued by the soft yellow hue Andy peeked from his window. There you were in a towel, fresh out the shower. Andy should’ve turned away and back to bed but he didn’t. 
Instead he watched you. He watched you as sat down and applied lotion to your body sensually. Andy felt the blood rush to his cock as you lifted the towel higher on your leg. When you finished you took off your towel which caused Andy to palm himself. 
“Jesus christ,” He cursed as his eyes fluttered shut. “You’re so fucking perfect.” 
Your hands roamed around your body as your breath quickened. When Andy saw your fingers swipe across your bare cunt he knew it was over for him. He freed his cock from his now tight clothing and swiped the bead of pre cum that formed using it as lube. 
“Fuck,” He gasped as he started to pump while he watched you. 
You lazily circled your clit while one hand pinched your nipple. Your lips were parted open and Andy could only assume little gasps were fleeing your lips. 2 fingers teased around your entrance before you slowly pushed them in and your legs closed instinctevely. 
Andy could only imagine what you would feel like wrapped around him. How you would taste on his tongue. Oh the things he’d do to just hear you whimper out his name. He started to mimic your pace, it started off slow and sensual. You were enjoying yourself and taking your time. 
“Come on baby spread those legs,” He breathed out, wanting a view of your pretty pussy. It was as if you heard him because moments later you opened your legs. “There you go, good girl.” 
“God I just want to fuck that pretty little pussy,” He breathed out as he rutted into his hand harder. “Bet you taste so sweet too. I don’t think I’ll ever want anything else but you.” 
You sped up your movements, a clear tell tale sign you were getting close. Your body started to arch off the bed and your thighs slightly trembled. Pleasure jolted through the both of you, the feeling coursed through your veins. 
“Come on baby,” He grunted, withholding his orgasm to cum at the same time with you. “Cum for me.” Seconds later you writhed around as the tremble in your thighs crescendoed, a gush of slick coming out from your hole.  
“Good girl, you're such a good girl,” Andy repeated as he spilled into his hand. 
After he got himself cleaned up Andy went back to the window. He saw you as you rummaged through your drawers this time in your undergarments. You pulled out a very worn but very loved shirt and pulled it over your head. 
You felt a stare behind your back and you quickly turned around, though Andy was quicker and hid behind the curtain. You shrugged it off and turned off the lights in your room. From there Andy continuously watched you every day from his window. 
Andy was jogging around the neighbourhood when he saw you at the mailbox. He took it as his opportunity to finally talk to you. He slowed down his pace to not startle you until he approached you. 
“Oh hello,” You greeted when you noticed him. 
“Hello,” He greeted back, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m Andy and you are?” 
“Y/N,” You replied with a kind smile. “Pleasure to meet you Andy.”
“The pleasure is all mine Honey.” He smirked to himself when he saw you bashfully smile and turn away.  “Liking the neighbourhood?” 
“Surprisingly yes,” You chuckled. “It’s very quiet. I like it,” You started to close your mailbox door when a question popped up in your head. “By the way, do you know someone that can fix my AC? It’s really hot and I can’t stand being inside.” 
“I can fix it for you,” Andy eagerly offered. 
“Are you sure? You’re not busy?” You asked, taken aback at his eagerness to help you. 
“Yes I’m sure,” He assured you, already walking to his door. “Give me a second and I’ll be right back!” 
You waited for him outside and exactly 1 minute later he came back with his tool box. You guided him to your front door and opened it. It felt like when you open an oven and that first heatwave hits your face. You led Andy to your AC and let him work. 
Halfway through fixing your AC sweat was dripping down his back and soaking his shirt. This resorted him to peeling off his shirt and draping it on his shoulder. You went towards Andy with a refreshing cold water when you saw him. Well his back. 
Your throat went dry as you saw him work. His back muscles prodding out mixed with his grunts sent heat towards your lower half. Your mind instantly went to the dirtiest things you could conjure up. Specifically your nails scratching down his back, leaving red angry marks.
You shook your head to shake away all the thoughts. “I brought you water, figured you might need it.”  He took the water and thanked you appreciatively.  
While he finished up the AC you wandered off and did your own chores, desperately trying to distract yourself from the ache between your legs. It didn’t help Andy was in the house. Neither did the sounds he was making. 
You were in your bedroom when you finally felt a blast of cool air rush through the house. You sighed in relief, thankful you were going to get a good night's rest and not having to open the windows. 
“Y/N?” He called out. “I finished!” 
“In here!” You yelled, hoping he would find his way to your room. 
The sound of heavy footsteps grew and he appeared in your bedroom. He still had his shirt off and you let your eyes go off on their own. You mentally kicked yourself in the head and brought your eyes up to his but your eyes betrayed you and kept darting back and forth between his abs and eyes.
Andy felt a sense of pride wash over him, you were just as attracted to him as he was to you. “Want a feel Princess?” 
Your mouth opened but no sound came out. Andy cooed at your reaction and stepped closer to you. He grabbed your wrist and guided it towards his body, “Don’t be shy Princess.” 
Your shyness dissipated away slightly and you allowed yourself to map out his body. He let go of your hand and brought it down to your hip while the other went to grip your jaw. In one fluid movement he brought you in and his lips crashed onto yours. 
You tensed for a split second before you relaxed against him. As your lips collided together Andy’s hand snaked down to the waistband of your shorts. He dipped his hand in your shorts and cupped your cunt. He groaned against your lips when he realized you were soaked. 
Before you could even register what he was doing, he threw you on the bed with no effort. You yelped in surprise and propped yourself on your elbows. He was in the midst of stripping himself down. You watched him in awe as he took off his boxers. 
“Woah,” You commented when you saw his large cock oozing with pre cum. “Uh Andy I don’t it’ll fit.” 
“Don’t worry Princess,” He soothed, “we’ll make sure it fits.” 
Andy strided towards you and crawled on top of you, pushing you back down on the mattress during the process. He kissed you again, this time with more urgency. He pulled away for a brief moment to strip you away from your clothes. You felt your body get hotter and grew needier for him. 
You helped him take off your clothes as your lips chased his once again. You felt a pair of hands palm your breast, kneading them. You whined at the feeling and placed your hands over his, squeezing harder. 
“Oh god,” You whimpered. Andy’s left hand left your tit and made its way down to your folds, teasing you with a feather-like touch across your clit. 
“Please–Fuck me,” You said agasint his lips. 
“What was that Princess?” 
“Fuck me,” You reapted. “Please I can’t take it anymore.” 
“Only because you asked so nicely.” Andy grabbed his cock and swiped it up and down your folds, gathering more slick before pushing the tip in. 
“Oh,” You moaned when he pushed all the way in, bottoming out. You clenched down on him as you adjusted to his size. You could feel him deep inside you and probably would for days. 
Andy’s head dropped to the crook of your neck. “You feel so good Princess–Shit.” Though he imagined what you would feel like, you were gripping him like a vice.
He started with short, shallow thrusts, allowing you to get used to him. Your heavy breaths morphed into soft high pitched whines. He took that as a sign to quicken his pace, almost bottoming out with every thrust. 
“You’re so tight,” He groaned. “Could stay in this pussy forever.” 
“You feel so good,” You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the bedsheets. “Yes, yes, god yes!” Your head fell backwards when a particular thrust hit your g-spot. “Just like that daddy.” It was so faint he almost missed it. 
“Say it again,” He murmured. When you didn’t reply he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Say it again or I’ll stop.” 
“No-no-no don’t stop daddy!” 
You felt his cock nudging against your sweet spot and you knew you weren’t going to last long. Frankly, neither was he. Andy went harder, the sound of your pussy squelching spurred him on. 
“Hear that? You’re so wet.” He rambled. “Nothing but a hole for daddy to use.” You nodded your head rapidly as you lost yourself in the euphoria. 
“Oh-I'm gonna cum daddy.” You whined as tears gathered in your eyes. 
“Go ahead Princess, cream my cock.” 
You arched your back as your orgasm crashed upon you. Your nails dug into his back and raked down, creating angry red stripes. You spasmed on his cock and your legs locked around his body. 
“Let it go princess–just like that. You’re such a good girl.” He praised as he fucked you through your orgasm. 
Aftershocks of pleasure jolted through you as he continued fucking you. You fluttered around him and drew him closer to his release. 
“I want you to cum inside me,” You meweld, clenching at the thought of his cum leaking out of you. “Please daddy!” 
“You want daddy to cum in your pussy like a dirty slut?” He knew he was going to lose if he heard the words spill out from your mouth again. 
“Yes please cum in my pussy.” You started to meet his thrusts halfway  to bring him closer to his release. “I want your cum so badly!” 
He started to lose his pace, his thrust becoming erratic. “Daddy’s going to make sure you’re nice and full, don't worry Princess.” He lost himself as he gripped your hips and used you like a toy. 
A deep moan rumbled through his chest as he spilled himself inside you. His thick ropes of cum painted your walls as he emptied himself inside you. Andy dropped his weight on top of you while he let his orgasm wash away. 
He got off and laid beside you, both of you catching your breaths. You wore a hazy smile and glossy eyes. He turned to look at you with the same look. 
“Welcome to the neighbourhood Princess.”
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sweetsbfreex · 2 years
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the couch
pairings: chris evans x wife!reader
warnings: none! fluff
You're cuddled up to your husband in the dimly lit room entertaining yourself in another episode of Modern Family. Your cheek is pressed against Chris’ chest and his arm wraps around you as his palm rubs up and down your arm . You look up at his perfect face and kiss him. 
“Goodnight, I’m gonna go sleep on the couch.” You say as you untangle yourself. 
He sits up urgently watching as you pick up your pillow. You stifle your laugh at the way his eyes widen, and his mouth makes a cute o. 
“What? Why? Did I do something?” He rapidly fires the questions. 
“No, I just want to sleep on the couch tonight.”
“Well why do you want to sleep on the couch?”
“I don’t know, I wanna be alone.”
His eyebrows knit together, “What did I do? Is it because of my snoring?” He shuffles over taking a hand in his. 
“No, honey.”
“Well I’ve clearly done something? We’ve never willingly slept apart. You can be honest with me.” He speaks the last sentence so gently, taking your face within his palm.
“Nothing!” You laugh, kissing the tip of his nose. 
“Well,” he sighs. “You should at least take the bed; I’ll sleep on the couch. Dodger will stay here too. No rebuttals.” He stands to gather his things for the night. 
He’d hate spending a night apart when you both were within distance, but if it's what you’d wanted, he couldn’t not give in. 
You can’t help but laugh at the solemn, yet cute expression on his face as he all but drags himself to get his things. 
He looks at you concerned, but you ignore it as you grab his face and kiss him. 
“You are so adorable, baby. You’d really let me have the bed.” You can’t help but squish his cheeks a little bit. 
“Well, yeah,” he grumbles. “Does that mean we’re both sleeping in here tonight?”
“Yes, it was a prank I saw on tiktok.”
He groans and throws his head back, so your hands fall to his shoulder as he runs a hand down his face. “Thank fuck, you scared the shit out of me. Don’t do that again. Ever.”
You laugh some more, throwing your arms over his neck. “Promise I won’t” 
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frostironfudge · 1 year
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Over And Over - Ari Levinson Smut
Summary: Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: main kink: overstimulation, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, edging, nicknames: neshama sheli - my soul, metuka - sweetie/sweetheart, MINORS DNI, not red sea diving resort compliant.
A.N: ari is a feral, feral man but i think he's an adorable bear at times, this is not one of those times.
Word Count: 1k
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The haze is muted blue, sloshing of waters echoes in your mind, gaze unfocused but you feel yourself at the edge. A burning, numbing feeling creeps along your spine. 
In a sense of deja vu you reckon, there is a distant sound of pleasure, followed by a choked sob. The buzzing stops, you sigh in relief. For what? Your mind searches through the haze. 
“Oh sweetheart, too much?” Ari’s deep timber hums, your gaze moves from the swirls on the ceiling to the darkened almost blackened blue of his irises. 
The sloshing returns in tandem with the deep strokes of his fingers, Ari reignites the flame and your mouth only knows to whimper and moan for him your thighs try to close. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to keep him away from what is his and his only. 
“Oh sweet baby, you can’t keep my hands away from this greedy cunt. Come on now, give me my fifth orgasm. Come for me. I know you’re so close. Look at this filthy mess of your thighs and the sheets.” Ari croons, his voice both punishment and salvation the coil snaps, your walls spasm around his fingers pulling them back in because you can’t tolerate feeling empty. Its what landed you in trouble the first place. 
“Look at all of this, mess of my hand, my thigh, my beard. All thats left is my cock. You want it don’t you, my little filthy, pretty slut.” Ari pinches you clit making you cry out. 
“Please Ari—,” the sensitivity begins, even the soft satin of the sheets is brushing over your skin in bruising kisses. Aftershocks push through your form. Tears pooling in your eyes. 
Ari’s lips trace over your collar bone, beard brushing over your flesh. His lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on the nub, he repeats the same to the other. 
“Please what sweetness? Didn’t you want this? Sent me all those filthy little pictures.” Ari’s teeth graze around your nipple, the peaks hardened aching for attention, this fingers toy with the other. 
“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” your hands find respite; his biceps, your nails dig in, Ari bites down on your nipple. He hisses you preen. Body keeping your limbs apart. The hard planes of his abdomen flush against your puffy core. 
“How many more? Got me aching for your cunt. But what was it you said?” He wonders, grabbing your face. Eyes intently looking int yours. 
“I’ll give you everything you want metuka, you know this, don’t you.” He promises, your hips raise against your will, clit brushing against the trimmed hair, “Greedy little girl. So perfect.”
Ari brushes his knuckles over your cheeks. 
“You know what you have to say metuka this punishment will end.” His patience is wearing thin, he needs the apology from you. You can’t even remember. 
“Oh, is little baby cock drunk? Can’t remember what she said? Lets see if your favourite vib—,”
“No,” you grasp his hand, “Need you, Ari.” You bite your lip but he only smirks. 
“Metuka, I need you too, but you complained about finding someone else to keep you coming and full. Now, Four on the vibrator when I left the room and one on my fingers, one of my thigh, see just two more out of the eight. For the number of times you took his name while touching yourself and sending me a fucking video.” Ari growls, you whimper. 
Warmth engulfs your nipple, you feel yourself grow slicker. Ari’s tongue swirls as he sucks upon the nub, fingers giving the other attention, he keeps switching. Every touch amplified, your stomach tightens. 
Clit pulsing for attention, you arch in his unrelenting grip. Just as you’re at the edge he stops, he slips out of your grasp, you’re about to complain.
His mouth sucks on your aching clit. Tongue swirling around the bud. You moan, head pressing into the pillow, his beard rubs deliciously against the puffy lips. 
Your broken sounds urging him onward, stomach tightening then he slows. 
Your tongue acts on its own accord, your mind desperate for release, “Ari I’m sorry, please, please—oh,” you choke on your words a scream ripped from your throat as he fills you to the brim, the stretch burns so deliciously. 
Thank you, thank you, thank you. 
Ari hums appreciative, “Metuka, fuck,” he grunts, hips begin to snap and the tendrils retirn, his thick veiny cock hitting that spot as though he placed it right where his tip curves. Your legs spread wide one on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat. 
You cum undone, a whine escaping your lips. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little filthy girl, creaming ovver my cock, fuck cunt’s sucking me in. You’re gonna milk my cock aren’t you? Pretty little slut.” His pace picks up, you only know Ari’s name it is music to his ears. 
Urging him on he can feel himself close he takes his palm away from your thigh. Calloused fingers rub at your clit. 
Your body spasms as do your walks, Ari groans your name as he spilled inside you. You moan voice cut off by his lips on yours as your final orgasm takes over. 
Ari watches you, enamoured by your arousal snd his pooling at the base of his cock. Love-bites he left ob your tits glowing with the sheen of sweat that covers your delicious skin. 
He manoeuvres you sideways, cock sliding back inside you as he pulls you to his chest pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. 
Your whimper as he shifts inside you. 
“Have to keep you full, Metuka. You begged for it, I’m not done, that was just your punishment. Did so well for me.” He praises, hands running over you softly. 
You nod, turning to capture his lips with yours, Ari hums, “Need to have you marked with my cum, tasting like me as well.” 
“Ari.” You huff tired. 
“In time Metuka.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 
“I love you, neshama sheli.” Ari confesses against your shoulder. 
“As I love you, neshama sheli.” Your fingers run through his hair. 
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angrythingstarlight · 2 years
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 What’s the most attractive name you’ve ever heard?
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Pairing: Firefighter!Ari x Reader
Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI.
A/N: Sinday Drabble.
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Ari peers down at you, fingertips tracing nonsensical patterns over your belly, casually pushing your shirt up more and more with every pass of his hand across your skin.
"Excuse me?" His question is more to bide time than anything. Curious gaze gauging your every expression while he thinks of the perfect answer.
The obvious answer is your name of course and it's true, it became his favorite the second he met you but he feels like there is more to this seemingly simple question.
He already failed the "would you love me if I was a worm' test because how was he to know you wouldn't appreciate being kept in your own compost tower by his bed.
The 'what would you do if I joined a cult' one delved into how he would simply create a sex cult and steal you back.
Which led to you asking, "why a sex cult Ari?" followed swiftly by his almost indignant retort of "have you seen yourself, neshama sheli? If I making a cult for you, it's gonna be a sex cult. And my one rule is that we're the only two members because I don't share. Second rule is no panties. Ever. They just get in my way."
"Answer the question Ari," you say, flicking the tip of his nose to draw his attention back to your face.
You get all of it. All of him.
His stunning eyes dilate until your favorite shade of blue is only a thin rim around his pupils, the heady, intense expression alone would be enough to keep you pinned to the couch even if his large hand wasn't settling on your belly, fingers splaying across in a familiar possessive claim.
He shifts his weight onto his elbow, and his heavy thigh moves between yours.
"Alright," he hums, his head dropping to the curve of your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin, nipping and sucking a trail up your neck until you hiss his name, maybe it's a warning, perhaps the beginning of a plea, either way, he soothes the sting with his tongue, easing a kiss along your bruised throat.
"The most attractive name I've ever heard is your name, duvshanit,"--he groans, his thigh slides up, stopping when he finds your panty-covered pussy and he puts more of his large, warm body on yours until you're completely encompassed by him.--"when you make me say it like it's a fucking prayer."
Oh.
"When you let me inside your perfect little pussy, when you're wrapped around me so tight I can barely move and you feel so fucking good and you're all I can think about it and your name is the only thing in my head, it's definitely the best one I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." His chapped lips pepper kisses along your jaw, his warm, minty breath washing over you and he continues speaking, his deep, smooth voice sinking into your veins. "And I fucking love the way your pretty eyes light up when you hear me say your name when I get home."
He pushes his hips into yours, grinding down so you feel his erection growing, hardening for you. That damp spot that's been forming since he first spoke gets a little wetter and he relishes in it, circling his hips to feel you throb against him. His lips brush over yours, teasing you before pulling back to gaze into your eyes. "And don't think I don't see the way you shiver when I whisper it in your ear when we're in public either."
"If your name is my favorite thing to hear, I know my voice is yours."
Your lips part to respond although you don't know what to say other than yes, yes it is. Ari saves you the trouble, rolling onto his back, taking you with him. He pushes you back until you're straddling his muscular thighs, pulling your panties to the side with his thumb, one hand moving to your hip, the other grabbing the base of his cock. "You know my second favorite thing to hear?"
You shake your head, breath catching as his swollen head glides through your pussy until he's at your entrance. Even though you know he's right there, even though you're so wet and ready you're dripping, that first thrust inside you always takes you off guard. Suddenly so full, so stretched. "Ohmigod Ari," you gasp, back arching as he moves deeper inside you.
A smirk plays along his lips as he fucks you, pounding up into you with a ruthless focus, drawing his name from your slack mouth with every thrust until its echoing around the room.
"That -" he chuckles, bracing his feet on the bed, both hands curving around your waist to keep you in place. "-is my favorite fucking sound, I can't get enough of it. I'm greedy, greedy man duvshani, I'm going to have you screaming my name all day. "
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:・゚➴ 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈𝐈𝐈
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Chris Evans x short!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, short!reader, size kink, dom!chris, praise kink, degradation, dumbification, spitting, oral (m & f mentioned), dirty talk, choking, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex (p in v, anal), breeding kink, squirting, creampie.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈 & 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈𝐈 continuation.
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𝗔/𝗡 | to celebrate daddy being the sexiest man alive, here is part three of one of my first stories !! i hope you all enjoy. all mistakes are my own.
˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Chris is an early bird, quite the opposite of you. Especially after long travelling trips—it usually takes a few days for you to get back to your usual lively self. Jet lag always gets the best of you but it was worth it to visit your boyfriend while he worked.
And now that he’s back home and grateful he doesn’t have to live out of suitcases anymore, you two spent the whole night catching up and soaking in each other’s warmth before retreating to his big comfy bed.
Even though he wants to spend time with you after being apart for months, he lets you sleep in. When he got out of bed, he made sure you were tucked in the plush sheets and snuggled with pillows. All warm and safe from the autumn weather outside—and Dodger who stared at you until you woke up.
When you met Chris, he only had four pillows on his bed. Now he has at least seven, not counting the decorative ones. Similarly, his blanket game has significantly evolved to a collection of the softest blankets you’ve ever had the pleasure of sleeping with, oh, and don’t forget about his special winter ones that are thick and fluffy.
“Do you wanna go to the dog park?” Dodger perks up, adorable eyes looking at his owner intently. “You wanna go now, bubba?” Dodger hops down from the couch and goes toward the master bedroom. He stops, looking back at his owner.
Chris can’t help but laugh. “You’re right, let’s wake her up.” He follows his dog down the hallway and the opened French doors at the end.
You’re lying on your side, buried in the sheets with your face mushed in between two pillows and the white blanket up to your ears—he didn’t know how you slept with your face half covered. (“Can you even breathe?” “Duh, how else would I wake up every morning?” “Oh, shut up.”)
Chris slowly makes his way to the bed, shushing Dodger. “She’s tired, bubba. Do you really want her to come?”
The dog looks at him, head tilted to the side as his tongue hangs out.
“Of course, you do.” Chris sighs, wondering why he even asked. He gently caresses your head and brushes your hair with his fingers. Cooing and calling your name softly. “Wakey, wakey, darling.”
You flip over, still sound asleep with your arms above your head and quiet breaths coming from your parted mouth.
Chris barely resists tickling you, the last time he did that, you bruised his nose. So instead, he delicately traces down your jaw to your neck, shaking your shoulder. “Baby, c’mon, Dodger is going to start whining.”
As if on cue, from his spot on the bed, the dog starts making high-pitched noises. Loud enough that your eyes flutter open, immediately squinting from the bright sunshine.
“Ugh, why are the curtains open, you dick.”
“Because the plant you refuse to move needs light.” Chris glances at the little string of pearls hanging from the ceiling by the sliding glass doors.
“I told you to put another hook in the dining room.”
“And I told you to marry me before you start making renovations to my house.”
The glare you send almost scares him—but it’s Chris and it’s you, so he just shoots you an exaggerated grin. “Are you going to marry me now? Think about all of the amazing sleep you’ll get in our bed with the curtains shut whenever you want.”
Feeling forgotten, Dodger whines again. His heavy paw lands on your stomach as he noses at your face.
“I think you mean that I’ll instead get woken up by a grumpy puppy staring at me every morning.” You rub the pup’s ears, squirming away when he licks your face. “Yeah, isn’t that right, bubba? You’re a grumpy puppy when your daddy doesn’t wake up on time to feed you?”
“I think he likes when his mama feeds him more.”
You’ve gotten used to the marriage topic and Chris’ half jokes (it wasn’t a secret that he wanted to go the full mile). The media’s unrelenting rumours and debates about your relationship status were old news: “Trouble in Paradise? Details of Chris Evans’ failed marriage proposal to girlfriend!” “Captain Can’t Have It All: Chris Evans is officially the sexiest and saddest man alive”
It was funny how a lot of the articles credited close sources when in reality it was just a bunch of dramatic assumptions.
All those pesky breakup rumours end (for the time being anyway) when you post a baking video: homemade dog treats.
You posted the video on your Instagram captioned: Very proud to announce this recipe is approved by the toughest critic pup! Hard work does indeed pay off.
The video was cute, you were dressed in an apron and one of Chris’ flannels. In the comfort of his kitchen, you carefully followed the recipe, chatting up a storm with the very interested puppy (“He isn’t a puppy anymore.” “All dogs are puppies.”) at your feet.
After you finished cooking, it cut to Dodger at a miniature table, he had one of those doggy smiles and was wearing a bib, very obediently waiting for you to set up a few of the fresh treats. You gave him the go and he dug in, practically devouring the food in seconds.
Once he was done, he looked up at you in a silent plea for more, definitely giving you those signature puppy dog eyes—and who were you to deny such a sweet boy of his treats! The video ended with shaky footage of you being kissed to death by the happy pup.
People loved it, some even trying the recipe themselves and tagging you in it. Your friends made jokes about you ditching your job to become a full-time pastry chef for dogs, and honestly, you wouldn’t mind it.
One comment, in particular, catches your attention.
chrisevans: What a good girl ❤️ Will you cook for me and call me baby too?
That made you miss him even more and you immediately called him to gush about your little baking adventure.
“I miss you so fuckin’ much.” You can hear the pout in his voice. “Come see me this week, please?” Chris had a habit of forgetting that you can’t just drop everything and go with him to work. Sure, you tried your best but it was tough if he was across the globe.
Fights about that usually last a few hours at most. Chris hates going to bed angry and he’d much rather cuddle and talk it out than not say “I love you” before going to sleep.
As his birthday approached, you told him you couldn’t make it. As much as it hurt to lie to him, you had to for the surprise. Scott was already there, not wanting his brother to spend his birthday alone and when he asked if you could surprise Chris—no convincing was needed.
After getting on set while Chris was off filming, you huddled inside his trailer. It was a little hectic inside, with clothes and shoes skewed across the floor and an unmade bed. Empty coffee cups and water bottles were scattered over the counters. Working Chris was a little different than home Chris, so you cleaned up as much as you could, not wanting him to walk into a mess on his birthday.
“—I have ice in the freezer, I’ll just use that.” His voice flows through the opened window. You barely contain your squeal of excitement, quickly fumbling to fix your little setup. The door clicks open but no footsteps follow. “Did you lock my door?”
“Yeah,” Scott answers back. You hope he was recording.
Chris huffs, stepping one foot into the trailer. “No, you didn’t. It’s unlocked. I told you to lock it before you left, idiot.” When he sees you, his immediate reaction is to scream. With wide eyes and a hand over his chest, he falls back into the wall, taking a few seconds to process who’s in front of him. Then, the biggest, brightest grin grows on his face.
“Happy birthday!” You jump off the bed, tackling him in a hug. He picks you off the floor with his hands under your thighs, hiking you up high to kiss your lips with such force you get lightheaded.
“I got you flowers.” You pull away and point over at the dresser where the luscious bouquet sat. “And your favourite ice cream, that new book you’ve been talking about, a new sweater and baseball cap and—”
He interrupts you with another kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and lowering you until your core brushes against his crotch. Scott gags, announcing to call him when you’re off to dinner before leaving. The door slams shut and you and Chris are alone.
When he pulls away, you bite his lip cheekily. “I thought presents were supposed to be a surprise.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and his lips stretch into a smirk under his moustache.
“Oh! Forget I said anything.” (You also made him a photo album, you cut up pictures of you both as children to glue together to make it look like they knew each other. It was dumb but it was cute! And Chris said he loved it!)
You freaked out about the nasty bruise on his arm and didn’t calm down until he accepted your offer to pamper him.
(Scott posts the video with a caption: Happy 40th birthday to my brother! Thought I’d get him the best present this year—a girl who can handle all his asshole behaviour! One of a kind for the best brother out there. P.S. yes, the ending of the video was as awkward for me as it was for you all watching. We’ll probably welcome a new baby in the next nine months.)
And well… Chris wouldn’t tell him but that was his plan from the moment he saw you.
Your clothes litter the once clean floor and your panties are tight in his fist as he brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply before he shoves them into your mouth, “Gotta be quiet, baby, these walls are thin.”
If he truly cared about keeping it quiet, he wouldn’t be bouncing you on his cock, using you like a toy and spanking your ass. His balls slap against the plug nestled deep inside your puckered hole, stretched and ready for him. You’re so pretty when you’re gagged, but he would rather hear you.
“Daddy, uh—uh, I can’t.” You weakly brace yourself against his hairy chest, digging your nails into his tattooed flesh. “You’re too—fuck!”
His blue eyes cloud with lust, he watches you whine and weep on his girth, babbling nonsense about him being too big, too deep. That wouldn’t do, you were made for his cock, and you fucking loved when he was all up in your guts. This was his birthday present (the best he’s ever been given) and he was going to take full advantage of it.
He groans when your walls tighten. The tendons in his neck tense and his arm hooks around your waist, tugging you closer. “Daddy’s too deep? Just wait ‘til I get in that ass.”
He manhandles you into different positions: on your side so he could wrap his bicep around your neck and make you watch in the mirror, he hooks your legs over his shoulders and bends you in half, gripping the headboard above you as you squirt again and he fills you for the first time that day, promising the end is nowhere near.
Chris fucks you like he hates you while cursing about how much he fucking loves you, his sweet girl.
“Such a little thing, poor cunt is crying on my cock, makin’ a stupid mess.” “Remember when you could only take me halfway? Fucked yourself on my tip like a dumb baby, now look atcha. Stuffed so full you can’t even think.” “That’s okay, daddy loves you even when you’re a little dummy.”
His big frame blocks any sort of light, shrouding you in shadows and bliss. Every thrust shoves the air straight from your lungs, leaving you a gasping, weeping mess. You gnaw on your fingers, squirming as he pounds into your ass, hitting deeper than ever. Your body ignites in hot pleasure, it prickles at your skin and makes tears well up in your eyes, that band tightening in your belly again.
“Look at that pretty hole, stretched to the brim with daddy’s cock, gonna have no more room when I cum in you again, huh?” He coos when you cry and kisses your wet cheeks. “You better thank me for giving your pussy a break.”
“T-Thank you, da—daddy.” You hiccup, eyes rolling back as his pace builds with speed and strength, his hips slap against your ass, obscenely wet noises filling the room.
Your juices and his previous load dribble out of your used cunt to your ass. He fucks that filth back into you, groaning lowly as your cream coats his pulsating length. “That’s my good little slut.” “Fuck—you’re so fuckin’ messy, huh? Look at that shit.” He forces you to look down, a ring of whiteness sits at the thick base of his cock, sticking to his skin and smearing to his full balls, undoubtedly a mixture of your shared arousal. “Dirty girl, creamin’ all over me. Should make you clean it up, fuck your pretty face—and make you suck on my balls too.”
Your please daddy is barely audible.
“Yeah, you want that, baby? Wanna clean daddy’s sack like a little ballslut?” He spits on your soppy core, adding to the filthy fluids that cover your petals. “My sweet baby, you’re doing so good for me. Gonna knock you up tonight, you know that?”
He licks his thumb, then brings it down to your puffy clit which was still sensitive from his mouth—and that fucking moustache. You gasp sharply, your hand shooting out to grasp his wrist. “Missed these pretty holes, missed your creamy cunt on my face. This little button missed me too, yeah?” “Daddy will give her lots of attention, sweet girl, gonna get her all swollen and make it hurt—I know you love it when it hurts.”
The trailer was rocking and there’s no doubt that everyone knew what was going on (if your moans weren’t enough).
“Daddy loves your little hole, baby, feels so fucking good.” “You worked yourself open just for me? Fingered your ass like a whore so I could fuck you?” “That’s why you’re my baby, always so good for me.”
Your mind goes blank as he fucks you stupid, drool hangs out of your mouth and you feebly push at his abs. “Poor baby, am I going too deep?” “Good, wanna fuck all that attitude outta you.”
You can do nothing but watch as he rocks above you, the light fanning around his head like a halo as sweat glistens on his skin.
“Open up.” You obey, and he spits on your tongue, then again on your cheek so he could smear it into your skin. He grips your throat, and your wispy gasps turn into squeaky uh, uh, uh’s, “You want it, baby? Want daddy’s cum up your ass? Wanna be my little cumrag tonight?” “Beg me.”
“Dad–dy, please cum in me. I wanna, uh, need to feel—” Your voice breaks into a mewl when he slips two fingers into your sore pussy. You’re rushed to the edge, teetering closer with every pump of his long, thick fingers, your juices leak out around his cock, claiming him in the lewdest of ways.
“Fucked so dumb you can’t even beg.” “What’s this fuckin’ mouth for then? Is it just another hole for my cock and balls? A filthy cumdump?” He wished you could see yourself, cockdrunk with tears and spit on your face, your makeup ruined beyond salvation—but he thought you’ve never looked more beautiful. “Must be.” He drops down to lick into your slack mouth, kissing you breathlessly as his hips stutter, his fingers thrusting into that rough patch brutally.
All it takes is a few rumbling dirty words for you to reach that high. You clench around him and he presses balls deep, taking out his fingers to rub your puffy clit. Euphoria comes in bright colours and tingling sensations, with a final cry of his name, your juices spurt out and cover his hand and lower abs.
His body gives out and he crashes on top of you, pinning you down as his seed fills you to the brim, dribbling out from around his pulsating length and down his tight balls. “Fuckin’ take it, take my fuckin’ cum—so good—”
He swipes up the droplets and brings them to your mouth, tracing your lips before rubbing your tongue. “Don’t we taste good together, baby?” He wraps your legs around his waist and starts thrusting again, fucking his cum deeper while some also leak out, adding to the messy sheets. “Daddy’s not done yet, I gotta teach you a lesson about lying to me—for my fucking birthday, ya brat.”
It was safe to say that you’ve never felt more dirtier and loved when you limped out of the trailer a few hours later, practically waddling to the car with wet cheeks that never seemed to cool down—while Chris strutted proudly with his arms full of his gifts, your panties in his pocket and waving his hotel key. “I plan on taking full advantage of your visit, darling, 41 is a milestone to celebrate.”
Chris loved winning. Whether it was a lame competition between the two of you/with his brother, or an award/role he’s been hoping for, Chris strived to come out on top time and time again. Although, he’s gotten to that point in his career where things can slow down and he’s comfortable in his place, successful and secure. (“Some would say that makes the perfect time for a wedding but what the hell do I know?” He laughed sarcastically.)
Hence why you’re currently upside down and being paraded around the house like a prize.
You squeak when his hand lands on your ass. The flesh is still sore from earlier this morning when he fucked you into the mattress. He couldn’t resist when you were so cute and bleary, sweetly kissing his chest and telling him how much you loved him. If you didn’t want to get railed first thing in the morning, why the fuck were you wearing his t-shirt and no panties to bed? That’s just asking to get folded and fucked like his little whore.
“I didn’t hear that, what did you say?”
“I’m gonna throw up if you don’t put me down!”
Another sharp spank. “That’s not it. Maybe you'll learn to believe me from now on, huh? And not be a little brat in front of our friends.” “What was it, oh—he’d never win, he’s too much of a pussy to accept the title.”
You were drunk when you said that and you thought he was too, but as he got older, he limited his beers and was sober when you blatantly rejected any of his chances of winning the 2022 title of Sexiest Man Alive.
In fact, you bet he wouldn’t win—drunk you was a troublemaker. After the whole 2021 Sexiest Man Alive fiasco, you thought the media was going to rob him again. But you couldn’t have been more wrong, especially when the headlines came out and Chris had the biggest ‘I told you so’ smile on his face.
He’s lied before (about very stupid things), why would you believe him now? Especially when he expressed how nervous he was about accepting the title before, and how he would be bullied by his friends.
“I accepted it.”
“No, you didn’t.” You giggle sleepily, snuggling deeper into the sheets.
“I did.” Chris stands by the bathroom door, shirtless with his sweatpants hanging low. “I told you when I had the photoshoot, remember?”
No, you don’t because your memory was shit. “Mhm, okay. I guess you get delirious when you’re drunk. It’s okay, baby, you're still the sexiest man alive to me.” Then you fell asleep peacefully, buried under the blankets while he wrapped you in his arms, already feeling smug about your rude awakening just brimming on the horizon.
He thinks about you so much that he dreams about you almost every night. Even when you’re in his arms, tucked against him firmly with your cold feet brushing his legs. He used to say it took a long time for him to need human contact, but now he knows it was because he didn’t have you—he didn’t have someone who he wanted to be with all the time. Even just in your presence, in the same room doing completely different things in your own space but in each other’s company.
Speaking of drunk you, Chris never failed to care for you when you were inebriated and terribly uncoordinated.
“Behave.” He set you on the floor, pointing a finger at you which you tried to bite. “No. Hey, come back.” He drags you by your hips towards the bed after you tried leaving. “Get in bed.”
“Ooh, not gonna take me out to dinner first? And no flowers?” (As if he hadn’t showered you with affection all day/night while at a friend's birthday party). “I thought Christopher Evans was a chivalrous, romantic man?”
“He is. But only to good girls.” “Are you going to be my good girl and get into bed?”
It must’ve been the alcohol or his tatted, hairy chest peeking out from under his green button-up that filled your foggy mind with endless fantasies, making you instantly obey. Usually, you’d put up some more of a fight, asking him to touch you with his big soft hands—ugh, your panties were soaked and he seemed to know it from the smirk on his pretty face.
Chris takes your silence as confirmation and grabs clothes from his dresser. “Change into these, I know you’d hate me if I let you sleep in that.” He points to your tight satin blue dress.
You shake your head stubbornly.
Chris sighs. “C’mon, sweetheart, just do what I say.” “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”
There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he knew what he was doing. In a daze, you clench your thighs, and rock your hips a little from your spot on the bed, drunk and desperate for some relief, anything.
Chris plays it cool, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from touching you. You’ve been teasing him all night, kissing his neck and grinding against him, it was a miracle he lasted this long. “I have to let Dodge outside, baby. Call me when you’re done and I’ll tuck you in.”
People still bring up those photos of him groping your ass or kissing you with a hand loosely around your throat. How could they ignore the ones that so vividly show off your size difference? He was the biggest when he was in the MCU, and proudly picked you up whenever he wanted, giving the paparazzi exactly what they wanted: “Chris Evans is a Giant and We Hope His Girlfriend is Okay” “When will Chris Evans learn his girlfriend isn’t a sack of potatoes? Here are our predictions!”
He was a giant. A damn mountain of a man as you kneel between his legs under the desk. “There we go—deeper, baby.” He grunts, guiding you further down his length. The fat tip is heavy on your tongue and already leaking precum, you sneakily lick at the pearls, desperate for a taste. He holds you as deep as you can go, which is barely halfway so you jerk the rest of his length with your hand.
He’s so thick your fingers don’t meet. Chris growls at the size difference, your cute hand dwarfed by his big dick. He gently pets your head when your tongue drags up and down the underside of his girth, messily spreading your saliva. “Are you gonna stay there while I work?” You nod or try to with his cock shoved down your throat. “What a sweet girl, keeping daddy’s cock warm. You’re my good little cocksleeve, hm?”
Your size difference got him off to no end, just the thought of you struggling to take his cock or his fingers in your tight holes made him rock hard.
He also loved being a dick about it too.
“Look, baby, I found your size.” Chris holds up a pair of infant shoes, dangling them from his fingers. He pouts mockingly, “you need new shoes, honey?”
You throw the tiny stuffed animal you were holding, it bounces off his head and lands on the ground.
Chris cackles, quickly covering his mouth when a couple looks over. He sets the shoes down and mutters under his breath, “No need for the tantrum… sheesh.”
“You know what, how about you shop for a gift alone? Better yet, why don’t you go to the baby shower alone?”
“Now, now, calm down before you explode.” “God knows how much anger can fit in your body, squirt.”
Chris has no clue how lucky he is. You claim to tolerate him poking fun at your height, but you actually really liked it. Your banter was always entertaining and if you were bratty enough, he’d go all dom mode.
“Are you okay??” “What happened to you?” “Call me ASAP”
#GetWellSoonY/N was trending along with a few photographs. Specifically, the ones taken of you with Chris and his family on vacation.
There were some of you both and his family on the beach, playing with the nieces and nephews, having a picnic or sightseeing.
Although, there were some of you and Chris that everyone seemed to focus on, along with a short video taken from a different angle than the photos. (Your disguises weren’t the best, and that’s probably why you were spotted).
You and Chris are talking, his hand on your waist and yours fiddling with a camera. You were trying to change the settings and when Chris offered (for the fourth time) to help, you just scoffed, “Yeah, the old man who can barely use his phone is going to help me with a camera that costs thousands of dollars? Pluh-ease.”
The video ends just after he lands a harsh spank on your ass, hard enough that you stumble forward and almost drop the camera. Worst of all, you can hear his palm make contact with your flesh.
‘Praying for Y/N and her 🐱.’
‘I wouldn’t be surprised if chris’ gf can’t walk today.’
‘Y’all see that firmness of his hand? My ass is throbbing just from watching.’
And the best article title you’ve seen in a while: ‘BREAKING NEWS: Chris Evans SPANKS His Girlfriend! Why Can’t He Leave the Poor Girl Alone?’
“Well, my publicist is not happy… again.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“I don’t know. Who has the attitude problem?”
You and Chris both stare at each other, clearly having different answers to that question. You narrow your eyes, at this moment, you hate that you have to look up at him while he glares down at you, his pink lips in a scowl.
“You’re a brat, you know that?” His voice lowers and he cups your jaw, leaning closer, the blues of his eyes going dark. “You’re lucky I take it easy on you.”
You laugh in disbelief, slapping away his hand. “Tell that to my bruised ass and waddle.”
Every once in a while, the public gets a peek into your relationship. The softer side that wasn’t broadcasted all over the media.
“Play. Play. Play.” The dog repeatedly presses the button. “Okay, okay, bub.” You come into the frame, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. You grab a ball from Dodger’s bucket of toys and step out to the backyard. The sun is setting, bathing the autumn trees and grass in gold, only adding to the tranquillity. Chris gets it all on camera: you throwing the ball and cheering enthusiastically when Dodger brings it back. You shower him in pets and kisses before throwing the ball again, this time further away.
This was it—this was home. Chris used to be convinced that he’d never reach that level of intimate security, that warm place where he could be vulnerable and trust someone else wholly. His whirlwind of life was full of obstacles, long months away from home, and nasty rumours and expectations that kept him up at night, but right now, all of that faded into the glow in your eyes as you waved him over with a gleaming smile.
He posted that video after you fell asleep.
chrisevans: What a perfect day! 🌲☀️❤️ Would’ve been more perfect if she didn’t wrestle me to the ground as soon as I stepped out, but all is good, she’s smaller than me anyway.
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𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: there we go !! the long awaited finale to one of my first series. when i posted the first part, it was my first time writing reader insert smut and now i'm a shameless slut on here. certified ballslut/sackslut! so that proves you can do anything if you just try, or fall down a rabbit hole of word porn and spend hours a day writing some yourself. but hey, i'm not complaining, i love it here.
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! did you know that daddy Chris Evans is the sexiest man alive?
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 21 days
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Can u give me a short drabble of CE smut? Anything I'd like but damn I am in need of him right now it's killing me 😩
10 Minutes » Chris Evans
Pairings: Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Y/N visits Chris on set which results in a quickie.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, use of pet names
A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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You and Chris were all over each other the second the door to his trailer closed. Clothes were taken off and thrown in different directions. Chris picked you up and gently laid you on the couch. He hovered over you, leaning down to kiss along your collarbones and chest, his teeth nipping at your skin to leave some hickeys behind.
“Chris…” You breathed. “We only have 10 minutes.” You say, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his beard scratching across your skin.
“We have enough time, baby. Remember the times I made you to cum in 5 minutes? I’m gonna do it again.” Chris says, smirking against your chest.
Chris’s hand found it’s way to your pussy that was practically dripping. You gasped when his fingers rubbed in between your folds. You involuntarily spread your legs wider.
“Chris, please!” You whined. “Fuck me!” You begged.
Chris chuckles at your neediness. He lined his hard cock at your tight entrance, sliding it inside of you, making the both of you moan. His thrusts started off slow, but quickened. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. Usually Chris would take his time with you, but you two only had 10 minutes before he had to go back to work so he did what he had to do. Fucking you fast which you love.
“Chris…” You moaned, digging your nails in his back.
Your moans was like music to his ears and encouraged him to move faster. One of his hands found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock.
“Fuck…” Chris moans.
His other hand tightened it’s grip on your hip. A loud moan of his name left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot. You two could care less if anyone outside of the trailer heard you guys.
“That’s it, baby. Moan my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” He says huskily.
Your orgasm began to build up the more his cock hit your sweet spot and his fingers rubbed your clit. You arched your back in pleasure, your chest touching his.
“Chris, I- oh fuck!” You moaned, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head.
“I know you’re close, sweetheart. Give it to me.” He says panting.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came. Chris wasn’t too far behind you. After a few thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He laid on top of you, being careful not to crush you. He kissed you hungrily before grabbing his phone to check the time.
“Not that I keep track, but we beat a record. We have 5 minutes to spare.” Chris says smirking.
You couldn’t help but laugh. You two kissed one more time before he pulled out of you and got dressed.
“Are you coming to my hotel room tonight?” You asked, putting your shirt on.
“You already know the answer to that, sweetheart.” Chris says, kissing you.
💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
-Bucky’s Doll
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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months
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Coming home to you.
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Pairing:Dad!Chris Evans X Mom!reader
Warnings: Fluffy stuff with a bit of smut in it.
Chris was in Washington with His friend Mark for an ASP meeting in the white house. he was tired from being away from you and your three kids, Emma, Lauren and Alex.
Note:this is all in your Pov.
I was cleaning up the kitchen when chris calls me.
I pick up sayng. "Hello My love" I hear him say. "Hey baby how are things there?"
I look at the girls petting dodger. "good the girls are with dodger and Alex is napping, are you okay? You sound tired."
I sit at the counter and chris sighs. "I'm exhausted if i'm being honest"
I watch the girls as I say to chris. "I'm sorry babe when will you be back?"
"Uh should be home later around 4 pm"
"okay works for us here"
Chris says. "good, i had fun working but it's alot ya know...then i had people come and ask me to sign stuff for them"
I can't help but smile. "Aww poor evans maybe you should get home and just relax, i can help you relax with something if you want"
"Noted Mrs Evans...i can't wait to see you i know it's been only two days but it feels like weeks without you with me and i hate that feeling"
I smile more. "Chris i'm going to cry" I laugh again. "Sorry"
he sighs. "It's okay love are the kids to much on ya?" I smile. "No lisa came over to help for a bit all good."
I then yawn. "Sorry i have been up since five am today, Alex started crying around then"
Chris laughs softly making my heart beat faster I always loved hearing him laugh second best thing from his Boston accent.
"I should let you go back to work I love you Chris see you later"
"I love you too, give a hug to the girls for me see you in a bit"
I smile and hang up and Emma and Lauren walk over to you. "Mommy we want Popsicle pleaseeee" Emma said giving me her best puppy eyes.
I kiss the tops of their heads. "In a few girls ok?" Emma pouts and Lauren says. "Now?"
"not now girls come on we have to clean up your toys, daddy will be back in a few hours"
Emma jumps around. 'Daddy come home!! yay!!" Lauren jumps with her sister "daddy daddy!"
I giggle. "Okay hey girls toys come on" the girls and i pick up the living room and make the girls their snack.
Later the day I have Alex in my arms as the girls color in their books. I watch them and then hear the front door open.
Chris walks in his suit and he says. "hello?"
He walks around into the living room and Emma looks at him and gasps. "Daddy"
She stands up and chris sits on the ground wrapping his arms around her. 'Hey Emmy" She hugs him saying. "issed you"
"I missed you too princess." Chris looks at Lauren and she says. "draw?"
Chris smiles. "whatca girls drawing?" he looks at them and sees cards for him saying 'welcome home daddy we missed you'
"aww oh that's so sweet girls thank you!" He kisses their heads and I smile. "they missed you more then you missed them i think"
He smiles at me. "i'm going to go change i'll be right back" he stands up and walks over to me and kisses my lips softly. he then says in my ear. "I missed your lips too".
Later that night.
Chris and i were on the couch with my head on his shoulder. the kids were down for the night and that left chris and i to enjoy each other.
"So Misses Evans what should we do now?"I look up at him. 'Hmm i would love you if you'd kiss me like you did when you got back" he smiles. "i don't ever mind kissing you"
Chris places a soft yet loving kiss on my lips. I smile and pull away saying. "should we um...take this somewhere else?"
Chris grins standing up and picking me up throwing you over his shoulder.
"Chris!!" he walks into the bedroom and sets me on your back on the bed and says. "Now what should i do now?" I giggle. "Oh? im a the dom tonight??"
He looked at me with that sexy smirk on his face and said "if you want". He started kissing my neck making me moan. "Hey hey bubs who's in control?" He looks into my eyes. "Me cus i haven't had you for two days"
I grin. "oooo do i feel a dom?"
"Always Misses Evans" He kisses my neck again.
He gently took my clothes off interrupting our long hookup session. I opened his belt as he took off his white and tight shirt that enhanced all of his muscles and his veins. We were now both naked and the most vulnerable and intimate we could be.
As I sat there naked he took a minute to look at me up and down "Damn. You're so fine Misses Evans".
I stand up and turn him around. "sit down"
I pushed him on the bed and climbed on his lap. He started kissing my chest and I couldn't help moaning his name "mhh Chris".
He was so turned on by that. He grabbed me by the thighs, stood up while holding me and still kissing me.
He put me down on the bed, went on top of me while still kissing my chest.
I tap his arm once telling him to stop. He looks at me and I look at chris and takes his glasses off. "As much as i love you in them they might get in the way"
I set them down by our bed and chris says. "you love them don't you?' I smile looking at him. "it's a huge turn on" he grins and kisses my neck. "glad you think so"
He kept going down till my hips and worked his way in between my legs.
I could feel his tongue and his beard against my things and it was amazing, kinda itchy but amazing.
I sucked in air sharply through my teeth, and lifted my hips towards his face.
He pulls away looking up at me making me frown. "fucking tease evans"
He smiles "This is what you want, huh? Want me to take a little taste wifey?"
he goes back to licking me.
"Hmm chris that feels...good" I said as i run my hand through his hair tugging lightly on it.
"God, yes. Please don't stop." I pleaded. fuck this man knew how to turn me on everyday.
He dipped his tongue back between my folds, and swirled it over my clit. This was going to be torture.
"hmm" I said making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Chris stops and goes back to my face looking at me. "Hi Handsome" I said with a giggle.
He sat up between my legs, lightly running his finger up and down my folds. "hmm"
He knelt there waiting, rubbing the length of his cock up and down. He took my ankle in one hand and kissed it, grazing his teeth over my skin.
I shivered with the anticipation of what was coming, but he just left me waiting.
"Chris please..." i said moaning.
"Please, what?" He asked quite nonchalantly. I couldn't believe he was doing this.
How could he have been going down on me for so long and then just sit there waiting for me to beg him to fuck me? I knew why he loved seeing me beg for him to ruin me.
He plunged into me. My whole body clenched. I pushed against his shoulders with my feet, raising my hips off the bed, allowing me to penetrate me as deeply as was possible with each thrust.
With my left hand I began squeezing my breast, and with my right I worked my clit.
And in no time an orgasm had pooled in my stomach waiting for release.
I had to brace myself against the headboard as he fucked me. My whole body came apart around him as my orgasm crashed down on me for the second time today.
I arched against him, clenching around his cock. I screamed his name until he kisses me as he came. Emptying inside of me, his cock pulsing deep in my core.
He pulls away panting. "The kids need to sleep wifey" he kissed my cheeks.
Chris rolls off of me panting still. I turn and cuddle on him. "are you alright?"
He holds his hand up giving me thumbs up. "yea" I kiss his cheek. "Welcome home Chris, we missed you."
We fall asleep in each others arms.
The next day i wake up and look and don't see chris there. I sit up and see it's almost eight..shit!
i jump out of bed and change into a white dress and put my shoes on.
I walk downstairs and see chris with the girls and i walk in and hear Emma Laughing as chris tickles her. I shake my head with a smile. Chris has been the best father i could ever ask for this family.
I walk in. "hey your three" I walk over and kiss chris and hear Lauren say. "eww!!"
I turn and place my hand on chris's chest. "whats ew for?" She giggles and chris says. "she doesn't even know"
I turn and grab my coffee that chris already made and take a sip. "so how long have they been up?"
i asked looking at chris. He says. "they came out here a little after 7" i nod and say. "well they need a nap by two then"
Emma says. "no naps mommy!" Chris looks at her. "Emmy be nice and do as mommy says ok?" She frowns. "okayyy"
I look at chris with a smile I am so glad he's back home he makes this house feel like a home.
tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl @armystay89 @patzammit @mrsevans90
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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What about a request where After the divorce, Andy barber meets Jacob's childhood friend, reader who they reunited in college and hasn't seen her since middle school. Andy can't stop thinking about her and having wet dreams. Then the wet dreams became a reality
hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.
warning - smut, swearing and fluff.
18+ only, please. the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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“Y/n, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with Jacob?” The older man asks, gulping as the young female spreads her bare legs, exposing her glistening folds. He grunts, feeling his pants tighten.
“You didn’t wish me goodnight, Mr Barber. I was sad.” Her hand slides down her nude form, softly grazing her plump breasts before reaching her soaked honey pot. Her eyes are locked with his dark blue ones, and a soft whimper falls from her lips when her fingers glide through her folds. “Don’t you want to wish me goodnight? I’ve been a good girl, I swear.”
Andy strides forward, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. Not expecting the goddess on his bed to want him. Andy stands at the end of his bed, having a complete view of your pretty little cunt. “You’ve been a good girl? Are you sure?” Y/n nods, half-lidded eyes focused on him. “I don’t think so, sweetheart, because, from my view, you look like a naughty little slut.” His eyes snap down, watching your juices leak out at being called a slut. “You like being called a slut, sweetheart?” Andy groans when you nod.
“Play with me, daddy?” Everything seemed to have moved fast once those words were uttered from her lips. Andy lies on top, his mouth covering hers, tongues tangling together as he rubs his bulge against her bare cunt. Andy quickly reaches down to release the throbbing member before lining it up with Y/n’s entrance and pushing in. Their groans and moans fill the room as he begins to thrust. He plants kisses on her neck, loving the feeling of her clenching and pulsating around him.
When Andy feels his end approaching, he suddenly wakes. His eyes open with a snap, and he looks around, trying to find you, but when he comes short, a groan of disappointment leaves his lips. Andy looks down and notices his cock is straining against his pyjama pants, the member throbbing wildly and his chest covered in sweat. “Fuck sake.” He slowly sits up, wiping his hand down his face before his hand moves to his pants. A soft groan falls from his lips at the slight relief before it disappears and an image of you pops into his head. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Andy stands, tucking his member into the waistband of his pyjama pants before walking out of his room and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Andy is too busy wiping his eyes to anticipate the sight before him. The sound of a small gasp causes him to put his hand down and look toward the noise. 
“M-Mr Barber... I’m sorry if I woke you. I was trying to get some water….” The sight of your wide doll eyes and the oversized shirt covering your form causes his already rigid member to twitch, pre-cum leaking from the throbbing red tip.
“It’s okay. So am I.” He gulps, moving closer to your tiny body. His eyes flicker down to where your thighs not-so-subtly rub together as you take in his bare chest. Andy grabs a glass and fills it with water, not taking his eyes off you as he takes a sip. Once he swallows, he places the glass on the counter and crosses his arms against his chest. “What are you doing up so late?”
“I– uh. I couldn’t sleep” Y/n’s lip goes between her teeth as she stares at the older man’s bulging muscles, itching to know how the hair covering his chest would feel against her. She feels herself clench around nothing at the forbidden thought of her friend’s dad bending her over the counter and pounding into her. Just like in her dream…
Andy strides forward until he’s so close to her that he can feel her breath on his skin, Andy’s hand comes up, and he uses his thumb to untuck Y/n’s bottom lip from her teeth. “Why are you lying, sweetheart? Don’t you know only bad girls lie?” He grunts when he hears a soft moan fall from her lips. 
Y/n slowly nods, feeling her thighs slick with her juices. Suddenly realising there was nothing underneath her shirt, and she was close to her crush, which made her dizzy. “S–sorry, Mr Barber, I just don’t think it’s appropriate to tell you….” She casts her eyes down at the confession.
Andy’s eyes darken, his hand gripping her chin as he tilts her head to look at him. “Tell me, sweetheart. You want to be a good girl, right?” Andy’s eyes move down to Y/n’s chest, noticing her nipples poking through and how her breathing quickens. “C’mon, be a good girl for me.” 
“I had a dream… “ Andy raises a brow, waiting for her to continue. “I–I was bent over a kitchen counter whilst getting pounded into.” 
Andy growls at the thought of someone else fucking your tight little cunt, not caring that it’s a dream. “You going to tell me who it was, sweetheart?” He leans forward, staring deep into her eyes.
Y/n’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, trying to look away from Andy, not wanting to confess that she dreams of him fucking her until she can’t walk. The sound of a slap and the feel of sharp pain caused her to gasp and look at Andy bewildered. 
“I’m asking you a question, and I expect an answer, sweetheart.” Y/n gulps as she feels herself clench and drip, her cunt throbbing like crazy at how dominant he is. 
“I–it was you, Mr Barber….” Andy groans before smashing his lips into hers. Moaning as their lips move in sync, his hands grip her hips while maneuvering her to the kitchen counter. Andy pulls away as he turns her around and bends Y/n over the counter. His cock begging to be free and buried deep inside her tight cunt as she whines. “M–Mr Barber.”
Andy pushes you down, pressing your cheek into the marble. “It’s daddy to you, whore. Now stay still. I'm making both our dreams come true.” Andy quickly pulls his pants down, his cock springs free, and he wraps his hand around the thick base, tugging on it as he lifts your shirt and groans at the sight before him. “You dirty little slut, wearing nothing underneath? Were you expecting this?” He tuts, shaking his head. “What a whore you are.”
Y/n moans when she feels Andy rub his tip through her folds, the head catching her swollen bundle. “D–Daddy, please.” A choked gasp forces its way out when he begins to push through her entrance, the girth stretching her small walls, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through her. “Oh– Fuck, daddy too big.” Andy’s hand comes around and covers her mouth, his thrusts getting deeper and harder.
“Shut up, you little slut. You don’t want Jacob to walk in and see you being a whore for his dad, do you?” He grunts when you clench around him, the thought of getting caught exciting you more. “Oh, you like that idea.” Andy leans forward, pressing his front closer against your back before delivering deep strokes. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Just relax while I use you.” Andy’s thrusts become brutal, a slapping sound filling the room. 
“A–ah, please. S–so close.” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels herself clench down, her walls pulsating around the thick member piercing her tiny cunt. Soft moans fall from her lips, still blocked by Andy’s hand as she cums. 
“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good.” Andy leans back, his gaze focusing on where they connect, watching as his cock thrusts in and out, her cream coating the base causing it to be easier for him to pound in. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart, and you'll take it.” His pace picks up, eyes locked on her tight cunt, his balls tightening and hips stuttering as his end approaches rapidly. Andy leans down and plants soft kisses on the back of her head and neck as he finishes inside, streams of thick cum shooting out of his cockhead and deep into her womb.
The two stay like that as they catch their breath, Andy’s hands squeeze her hips gently before he slowly pulls out, walking over to get a clean cloth and wetting it before he comes to clean the young woman up. “How are you feeling?” The softness in his voice shocks Y/n out of her blissful daze before she slowly stands and hums.
“I’m okay, thank you.” Andy’s eyes connect with hers as they share a soft smile. Y/n leans forward while resting her hands on his chest, finally feeling the hairs that sit there. She places a soft kiss against his lips before pulling away. “Goodnight, daddy.”
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stylesmygucci · 2 years
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-𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: dad!husband!chris x reader
Content warning: fluff, mentions of sex
Word count: 1.1k
A/n: After literal months of not posting for Chris, I give you this sweet little bit<3 masterlist
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Cries. The thing I dreaded most at two in the morning. It was either a messy diaper or hunger.
“Babyyy,” Chris groaned.
“Don’t baby me, it’s your turn.”
The bed squeaked followed by the heavy pattings of his feet. He grumbled something under his breath but I was too tired to even bother to listen.
Eventually, the crying stopped and Chris’ light singing sparked through the baby monitor. My eyes shut and I hoped, hoped, hoped that I could reach the seven hours of sleep mark.
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A drooler was what our baby was, just like his father. He was up and smiling by the time I wiped away his dried saliva with a wipe. A change of diaper and a new bottle and he was set while I tried to cook breakfast— right after throwing a big tantrum.
It seemed all I remembered to cook was eggs. Chris got so tired of them that he started buying Raisin Bran (no amount of teasing was enough to convince him he was growing an old man).
“Coffee?”
I turned to look at Chris: dad slippers on, hair spiking everywhere, and more strands of grey on his beard than yesterday.
“Was just about to put it on.”
He hummed before kissing my lips. He went straight to our boy and smothered him with kisses until he whined.
“Why so cranky?! Just like your mother.” He said before bothering him with one more.
He began to cry and I gave Chris a look.
“I just want to love you, bud.” He picked him up from his seat, hushing him while he made his way to the pantry, taking out the Raisin Bran.
“I told you he doesn’t like to be smothered, he’s whiny in the mornings.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He brushed off. He poured his cereal. Our little baby babbled in his shoulder, lip still quivering from the small cry.
I always ignored the small back comments we gave each other. I know he doesn’t mean to be mean, he’s just tired. Like me. Sleep deprivation and waking up early does that to parents, it makes them cranky and moody.
The kettle started hissing. I immediately turned the stove off, poured out two cups and dropped one at the table where Chris now sat with our baby on his lap.
He played peek-a-boo with one hand, getting small smiles from our love. He’s so good with him (except when he forgets our love doesn’t like too many kisses). These past few months seem like a fever dream, too good to be true— maybe because of the lack of sleep.
There was shuffling, music, and shaking of those loud beads that drove me crazy at times. Our baby was giggling in his bouncer chair, jumping up and down at the sound of the small piano toy in front of him.
“Did he poop this morning?”
“Yeah, he did.”
Chris smiled. We were kind of running out of things to talk about. Our conversations were about baby or sex, no in between. First time parenting was difficult, and our stubbornness didn’t allow us to accept anymore help than we were given.
“I kinda miss dodge.” I said, scraping the last of my eggs off my plate.
“Kinda?” He sounded unconvinced, maybe even offended.
“Okay, a lot.” I admitted in a laugh. “Miss his stinky breath and those nights he’d split us up in bed.”
We had to let Scott take Dodger off our hands for a couple months, at least until our kid was old enough and we’d be able to manage the both of them. I knew Chris missed him, but we visited him almost every weekend to get rid of that grief.
He laughed. “I miss him too.”
He drank his milk and I got up to take his bowl before he stood.
“Can you change Bub’s diaper? I’ll wash the dishes.” I kissed his cheek. He nodded and sipped his coffee.
Hours upon hours, we sat back as our baby played with toys, crawled to corners we were too scared to let him close to, and put stuff in his mouth that he wasn’t supposed to.
Chris pulled away to take calls upstairs, meetings and all sorts of things for work. Sometimes I felt bad for pulling him away from his passion, but no matter how I try to reason with him, he states that our baby is the best thing that’s happened to him. I don’t question it at all.
My tired eyes don’t keep me away from seeing how much love Chris holds in his heart for our baby. It’s the type he’d get after coming home to dodger and i after being away for several months, only ten times stronger.
I hummed as I paced back and forth; baby on shoulder, and his babbling going quiet.
Spotting Chris from behind me, I raise my brows in question. Our one language we used when we tried to avoid waking this whiny baby up.
He smiled and nodded. “Knocked out.” He whispered.
I sighed and offered bub to his dad. He took him cautiously, and shushed him his whole way to the room.
Finally, after almost an hour of “sleepy music for baby’s”, I sat down and changed it to Gracie and Frankie. Even their jokes weren’t enough to keep me from falling asleep on the couch.
A hand ran over my shoulder, along with a blanket.
He kissed my head and told me he loved me.
“Chris-“ I held him back. He looked down at me with sleepy eyes. “Lay with me.”
He only gave me a tired smile, so obviously thinking of there was anything important he had to do before a break. He didn’t, or at least he didn’t care.
He turned on the baby monitor and put it beside the shut-off tv. Soon after, he carefully took his place beside me on the thin couch. He laid on his side, brushing soothing lines on my shoulders. My eyes stayed shut, too heavy to lift without me giving an effort.
“We need a getaway.” I mumbled. He laughed lightly before kissing my shoulder.
“That we do.”
“Like a real one, on the beach. Maybe the Hamptons?”
He let out a gut laugh at that, quickly muffling it in my shoulder. I couldn’t help but furrow my brows. I turned to face him and slowly opened my eyes.
“What’s wrong with the Hamptons?”
“Nothing, baby, nothing.” He cooed, kissing my forehead. “I just would’ve thought the Bahamas or Hawaii.” He smiled.
“Those sound good too.” I let my eyes close again. “I just miss fucking you.”
Then again, he laughed. My comfort.
“I do too.”
“Do too, what?” I yawned.
“Miss fucking you.” He kisses my forehead.
“I hope so.” I dug my head deeper into his chest, taking in every inhale and exhale, every beat of his heart, and the soft hums he let out.
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fineanddandy · 2 years
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Don’t Run.
Summary: you just had to doubt Chris Evans…
Relationship: best friend!Chris Evans x black!reader
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUUUUUT!!!, too big/too much 🍌 story line, unprotected sex, real rough sex, oral (m rec), gagging/choking, graphic language, shit talkin, Evans wilding out, 18+
A/N: Um…here it is y’all lmao my Evans too big fic. Idk…this is…well, see for yourself 🙃
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You always figured you’d wrangled your fair share of…“beasts” in your time, men who stretched and banged you out just right. Really thought you had some heavy hitters under your belt. Your top 3 were the ones you bragged about the most to your friends, swearing they’re as big as you say; but then the one came strutting along, swinging his big bat around, prepared to show up all your hall of famers with his cocky smirk. And cocky for good reason.
You’d heard plenty rumors about Chris and you don’t know, something about the way he carried himself gave you every inclination that he was working with something serious between those meaty thighs of his. No one’s allowed to be that stacked, and that fuckin pretty, not to be. Swear his dick is big. Dude he is swangin down there I heard. You know mans knockin em down. You’d heard it all, and giggled with your friends about all the dirty things you’d do if you were to ever get your hands on Chris oh my god. And in your mind, due to your track record, you swore you could take him. Handle him. Sure, he’s big but is he really that big? You had to wonder the way girls gossiped about him. Maybe the girls he’d been with had never dealt with the kind of guys you have and they were just being dramatic. The side eyes your friends gave you when you tried to downplay him. You just had to talk your shit.
When word had gotten to Chris that you were talking all this noise, he had to laugh. Yeah he knew of your top 3, and sure, they may have done their thing and made an impression, but he knew he’d have your ass stuck on stupid fuckin with him. Chris didn’t have to brag on his dick; the girls he’d been with did that enough for him. It was best to keep his game on the hush, play it cool and modest…just to blow girls’ fuckin minds. And he could blow yours, since you had something to say. Comparing him to those dudes from your past when he’s nothing like them. He’s fuckin better.
“Didn’t think I’d find out…did you…”
Chris asks closing in on you, smooshing you up against your bedroom wall. When he hit you up to come over, you didn’t think it’d be to come charge you up for what you’d said. Forcing his way inside with this haughty glint he caught you entirely off guard…then you got a feeling what his little arrogant smirk was all about. You’d said too much…
“But then again, maybe that’s the plan. Just so I can give you what you want…”
He’s never treated you like this before you didn’t know what to do other than anxiously stare, steady yourself for the inevitable. Not too long ago you were so confident that your dorky friend was tamable but Chris shot all that to hell with power you didn’t know he had until this moment.
“And what do you think I want Chris?”
You’re on edge and that’s how he likes it. He doesn’t play around he snatches your wrist and forces you to cup his throbbing dick, his hot girth makes you gasp in surprise. Oh wow…okay…so…there’s…that.
“Mmhmm yeah…” he nods squeezing your hand with a stern groan, grinning when he hears a silent whimper from your tight lips. “This is what you want right cookie? Why you talked all that shit?”
Hands conjoined, you guys stroke his dick growing harder, even fatter, in the palm of your hand and your knees buckle a little. Good god there’s no way he can get any bigger…
Your voice is suddenly so broken and small. “Chris, I didn’t mean…”
The rest of your protest is muffled behind a rough kiss that’s led by an enticed moan from his vibrating lips, crushing you back into the firm wall and you just about fall to pieces. Slipping away beneath his slithering tongue pushing its way back over yours. Kissing you with all his might like he’s got something to prove. His cock wildly thumps between your curled fingers.
“Don’t talk your way out of this now that my dick is in your hand cookie…” His words are hushed and damp against your bruised lips, brushing them back and forth with a crooked grin, softly panting from your chokehold. “Can’t be too much to handle…not for you, right?”
You’re starting to second guess yourself.
“I was just saying…”
Chris pops a heavy frustrated hand into the wall shutting you up once again. “You should stop talking…and put your money where your mouth is.” He takes your hand off his swollen member just to manipulate your fingers to unbuckle his belt. Leaving you to handle the rest, Chris’s thick knuckles embrace your slacked jaw as he casts his hooded eyes down your front. “Maybe that’s where I should start hmm…this sexy ass loud mouth. Heard about me? I’ve definitely heard about you…” The edge of his thumb cradles the curve of your bottom lip and your mouth begins to water. “Those precious lips…wrapped around my cock so far down your tight throat…hm yeah heard about you alright…” A sliver of your tongue slips out to meet his salty skin, entranced by the seductive dark tone of his voice, “suck a little life from every dude you get on your knees for...”
His pants collect around his ankles as he shoves three of his fingers over your tingling tastebuds, pushing the back of your head into the wall with a small thud. You hum a weak moan around his hand and pull him stiff out of his boxers, gently stroking his cock with a firm fist. Your heart beat quickens the longer you stare into his demonic gaze as he drags you down to your knees. Just so you can be face to face with your destroyer dripping and engorged. You gulp down a hard knot, aware you’re about to really struggle taking all of him in your mouth. Chris chuckles at your worried stare up his muscular frame, happy to see you about to eat your words…and his dick.
“Take some of mine.” Chris bends over and whispers in your ear, withdrawing his saliva coated prints and securing them around his taught veiny skin. “This is your moment.”
As the words breathlessly hit your eardrum your mouth falls open with a needy moan, enough for him to jam his fat head in without warning. Inhaling sharply you go to push him back some but he slaps your hand away.
“No ma’am.” Chris reprimands dropping his hips into your face and you inhale another sharp gasp as he reaches the back of your throat. “Don’t you dare. Remember? You got it,” he thrusts his chiseled hips with a half smile, “love it when the dick’s so big you gag. Right?”
Asshole’s using your words against you as he vigorously fucks your mouth, pinning your head back, forcing you to choke with each stroke down your clenched throat. Hard breaths flare your nostrils as you groan out each time you’re slightly relieved of his immense weight. Nails digging into the sweaty palms of your hands you keep your fists behind your back.
“No hands like a good girl.” Chris’s smile is wide and happy. “Like a fuckin pro.”
The muscles in your jaw and throat start to strain but he doesn’t give a shit. Shouldn’t have been talkin. Head bobbing as drool drips from your dangling tongue and stressed lips. Every inch of your body pleasantly aches from the constant contraction of your gag reflex. Pussy so slippery wet between your burning thighs Jesus Christ you’re barely hanging on. Chris sounds so damn good growling and moaning out your name, mockingly laughing at your struggled breaths as he rolls his toned waist. Looks so damn good, hovering over you and leaning against the wall, licking his pretty pink lips with a dire need in his piercing glare.
“Fuck you look so hot a stupid little mess.” He lovingly wipes away your tears from your droopy lids. “Tired? Big mouth can’t take much more?” He falls out of your unlatched jaw. “Fine. Hands and knees. Now. Go.”
Whimpering, softly clearing your exhausted throat, you fall into formation as Chris yanks at your sleep shorts, tugging them down your round ass and down your trembling thighs until he’s throwing them across the room. Checking out how wet your pussy is from assaulting your mouth, Chris tears a couple of slaps into your ass and you collapse into the carpet with a tired moan.
“Haven’t even gotten to the best part yet and fuckin look at you…” He shakes his head watching your wetness procure along your folds beneath his faint touch.
You cry out, “Oh shit!” burying your face into the soft fibers of the carpet as he slips his middle finger up and down the length of your flittering slit before he sinks it inside your warm hole.
“That’s just my finger cookie and you’re shuddering. Sucking my fat ass cock turn you on that much?”
“Mmmm yessss,” you whimper into the floor, voice broken as you bite back your moans since your throat still hurts, “felt so good choking on your dick…”
Chris takes a taste of your wetness dripping from your swollen clit with a pleased hum, still slowly pumping his finger in and out of your squishy hole. Can’t help it when your body lurches forward, nerves so wrecked that even the heat from his tongue rattles you.
“My poor cookie…” He’s so amused pulling you back by your hips as he sits up on his knees, admiring your trembling skin. “I’m just warming up.”
Chris faintly runs his fingertips over your slithering spine, down the crack of your ass as he lines his length up with your slit. A soft sweet sigh parts his heaving chest, grinding his rigid girth into your warmth and it feels so damn amazing to you both. Your pussy throbs in distress, fisting the carpet as you softly gripe to yourself for opening your big mouth. Fuck he feels solid back there the pit of your stomach cramps in anticipation. You can tell by his hard breaths, the way he rocks you back and forth teasing your folds, that he’s about to fuckin wreck you.
“Chris please…please don’t…” You sputter a weak beg and he punished you for it, tearing a brutal cry from your feeble body.
“Aww…don’t what.” He taunts spitting down the taut slope of his dick, poking and prodding at your fluttering hole. “Don’t tease you? Don’t destroy this beautiful pussy?”
Chris slaps a heavy hand down on your shoulder to help drive his way through your narrow canal, and your intense groans echo into the floor. Every muscle trembles as he fills you up, your folds burning as they try to adjust around his size. Holding you still so you have no choice but to take the dull ache quaking through your core.
“Oh my god…oh fuck…oh my god…”
You squirm burying your clammy forehead deeper into the cushioned stiff floor. Shit, he’s way too much idle, beating in your guts like this fuck. Your nerves shudder in shock. His grip on your shoulder’s brutal as Chris tries to control his urge to cum already. You’re too sopping wet, too cramped for all this meat he’s forcing inside. Skin flushed, prickled with tiny beads of sweat, Chris licks his lips as he slowly pulls out some, so fuckin ready to give it to you like you deserve. You cough a yelp as he slams you face down into the floor, burning your nose and cheek dragging across the carpet.
“Starting to look like you wrote a check this pussy can’t cash huh…” Immediately skin’s clapping, he’s aggressively working those beefy thighs, fisting the back of your hair to lift your head up. “Who knew I’d be the perfect fit.”
Asshole’s relentless, brutally laying into your quivering pussy, keeping you perfectly arched as you whine up into the cool air. Nails scratching and digging into the floor it felt far from a perfect fit. It was entirely too much—your poor pussy had no time to get acquainted—and he gave zero fucks as your textured walls suck the life from him breathlessly laughing. Looking exquisitely miserable with your neck careened back, brows pinched and tears falling back into your hairline, Chris is utterly pleased to see you in your fuckin place. You felt so warm he almost closed his eyes but watching you be his little fuck toy had him stuck. Your ass quaking off his thighs with every bounce…hypnotized. He didn’t think you’d be so tight if you’re such the size queen you claim to be. Your top 3’s are a fuckin joke compared to Chris he can feel it with every ripple his veiny cock rolls over. Smack! Smack! Smack! He fills you so goddamn deep, so goddamn hard you attempt to scramble away but he jerks you by your fisted hair.
“Don’t you dare!” Chris darkly bites, shoving your head back down into the floor as he presses all his weight into your convulsing pussy, popping his brutal strokes. “Don’t you fuckin dare run from me cookie…”
You damn near scream, “Oh my god I’m not! Fuck!” Sinking lower into the floor, losing the battle.
“Sure feels that way…bring that ass back here…” Chris releases your burning scalp to drag you back to where you belong, anchoring a foot down as he crosses his hands at the small of your back. After some more overzealous pumps in and out your creamy pussy, finally you adjust and you just fall into a whole nother level of ecstasy. Nerves numb, completely spent, you become one with the floor and let Chris use you.
“Mm that’s it…that’s it you got it…take this dick baby…” All you can do is grumble some indistinct noises, eyes rolling back into your skull as you slip in and out. “Pussy looks so fuckin good stretched out around me holy shit!” He can’t stop staring that’s how much he loved watching your creamy goodness ooze down his length. Pussy lips so swollen but so pink and pretty just makes him want to beat them up more. Out of nowhere, he gently brushes a loving touch over them. That simple touch damn near sends you over the edge. Your tired legs spasm as you whimper,
“Ugh Jesus Christ Chris! Fuckin me so good!”
He growls a low sinful chuckle, nibbling down on his lip. “Oh now you wanna act out? Hm fuckin hilarious…yeah I’m fuckin you alright…fuckin you so good you keep squirting all over me.”
Two fat fingertips circling your sensitive clit violently alerts your body, locking it up as a wave of absolute pleasure starts to wash over your empty head.
“Oh fuck you’re so good!”
He can feel you start to unravel, your needy whines howling longer…knees digging harder into the carpet…
“The best?”
Chris audaciously smiles circling round faster as he grinds the hilt of his cock around your blistering hot entrance. If you could fall through the floor…he’s absolutely driving you mad toying with your clit while he’s thumping amongst your tingling walls.
“Best ever god please, please! Don’t fuckin stop I’m so close! Shit!”
You didn’t want to cum yet, but the more you felt his dick fight against your impending orgasm, the less you could fight it. Slowing his strokes, just to torture you, or lure you to cum all over him. Chris just about sighs, keels over, as he witnesses your sticky cum raining down his soiled skin. You just crumble, weeping out his name you’re cumming so hard your thighs cramp, you punch the floor. And you’re cumming so much Chris can’t hold out much longer as well, pulling out just in time to shoot his hot load all over your ass and lower back. Jerking off the rest over your spasming pussy just to see the combo of your cream drip down your bruised folds together.
“Mmm proud of you cookie. Took the beating of your lifetime huh…” Chris huffs a fatigued laugh as he cleans you up with the shirt off his back, tossing it to the side once you’re in the clear.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” you sigh lying back onto the carpet covered in your spit, tears and sweat. He can’t help but grin down at you all depleted but scowling him for acting out like that. Hunching over you, Chris drops to his hands, caging you in as he steals a hard kiss from your puffy lips. Dick already hefty bobbing between y’all’s tired hips. Now that you know what he’s working with…might as well go another round. His hand abruptly rings your neck as he smacks his lips away from your soft surprised gasp.
“Don’t run this time…”
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Beauty And The Beast - Ari Levinson
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Pairing: Beast!Ari Levinson x Belle!reader
Warnings: SMUT! UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL SEX (F)
Author's note: Here is the long-awaited start of Fairytale Fantasy! I hope everyone likes and enjoy it as much as I did writing it (Hehehe) I tell you that the back pain I have from working on this is worth it hahaha. I'm a whore for Beast!Ari 🫣🥵
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Maybe you should have listened to your father. Maybe you should have stayed home and called the guards as he told you to do in case something happened to him. But of course, you had to be stubborn and go looking for your father by yourself. Deep down you know why. Because everyone in town doesn't think you're capable. They believe that you are a simple, innocent young woman who does not pay attention to her surroundings and who plunges into the world of fantasy. But that world is so beautiful. Not only reading but writing as well. Your little notebook next to your writing machine keeps stories that have made you lose your innocence for a long time.
If only people knew what you do at night when you finish writing them. The times that your hands have traveled from your chest to your femininity, releasing that pleasure that reading them generates. And it all comes from your mind. Your precious mind.
But that's a secret that the rest of the town doesn't know. Nor will it know. Oh, the scandal they would make! they would kick you out of town, they would try to...
But if they only knew that it started with a dream. A very realistic dream that woke you up in the middle of the night with your underwear stained with a fine creamy liquid.
For in the dream, you were the victim of a beast, an abominable, male, beast.
You remember it as if it had happened in reality. You ran through the forest, your clothes were torn little by little as you collided with the branches of the dry trees. you hide behind a tree enough to cover your body. You closed your eyes. Your heart gave millions of beats per second. And then, as if your body felt it. He was standing in front of you. And you, even with your eyes closed, felt how his great and bestial hand caressed your body...
A strange noise makes you wake up from your thoughts. It's night, and you're still alone walking through the woods looking for your father.
You just hope he's okay.
In the distance, a large object, which is illuminated by the moon, becomes visible before you. Your eyes widen in shock. It's your father's carriage.
You quickly approach and desperate you begin to shout:
“Father? Father are you there!?".
But there is no answer. The carriage is wrecked. On the right side, there are some fine lines marked. As if someone or something had scratched it. Suddenly, a large shadow passes in front of you, alerting all your senses in less than a thousandth of a second. You, desperate and scared, start running, going back the way you came from. Or so you think because it's too dark for you to notice. The great shadow seems to haunt you. Your whole body feels it.
Not daring to look back, you continue and continue running until just a few meters away, a large tree appears in your visual field, and without thinking, you sneak behind it and close your eyes. If there is someone chasing you, they will surely lose sight of you. But how wrong you are... A great shadow rises in front of you, and without daring to open your eyes, you start running again, only, having your eyes closed, you are not aware that there is a stone, and before you could react, your body falls to the ground and everything turns black.
"My sweet daughter, please wake up." You feel a voice from far away.
Slowly, you start to open your eyes as the voice becomes clearer. In front of you is your father, who carries big dark circles under his eyes. You get up without hesitating and hug him.
"Dad! You are alive! Oh, thank you! You are okay," you take a look at his form. His clothes are dirty, and torn, as if someone had scratched him "Wha-what happened? Who hurt you?" you ask, concerned.
"You don't worry about that hun, why did you come here alone? I told you to call the gua-"
A loud throat clearing interrupts your father, who quickly takes you by the arms and runs you, staying behind him.
"She didn't do anything, don't kill her." He says scared of the big shadow hiding in the dark.
“Shut up!” The big shadow now stands in front of your father, and you can't believe it.
He is the one from your dream—the beast.
You do not let out a single word, nor sigh, but how your body is shaking at his presence, clearly shows how scared you are of him. But is it fear that you feel?
"Stupid man, don't you see why you are here?" The big beast lets out a smirk, "You were just bait. A bait to attract what I really want." his penetrating gaze travels quickly to you.
Your father seems to realize that because the way he slowly puts you behind him shows it.
"You won't lay a hand on her, Never!" He spat the last word harshly.
"Then I'm afraid I will have to kill you." The big arms of the beast try to junk away your father from you, but you instinctively stand in front of him. Stopping what he is about to do.
"No! Please wait!” you put your hand up as if that could serve as a shield from preventing the beast to take another step. “Don't kill him, please! I-I'll go with you, just-just don't kill him"
Your father tries to talk to you but you stop him giving him a quick look, silent telling him not to do anything.
“I'll stay on one condition,” you take a deep breath, “Let him go. Alive.” You lower your head as you say it. The penetrating gaze of the beast provokes something in you that you still can't figure out what, or why...
You do this for your father. You do this for your father, you repeat yourself mentally.
The great sigh of relief you breathed when the beast strangely agreed to let your father go.
And even though you would have liked to have hugged him goodbye, you should have been content to see him dragged away from you, outside the castle, while you watched from the castle gate.
Apparently, the beast owns this old and great castle...
And now you find yourself in this great room, standing in front of a great bed, and on top of it, a small box embroidered with your name.
How was he able to know my name?
Doubtful, you open the box, and in it, there is a large note that read: put it on. And without waiting any longer, you stir the box to see what was inside. Your eyes can't believe what they are seeing.
A light knock at the bedroom door makes you jump a little. A slight forward is emitted from your lips.
The instructions were clear. Behind the note that was inside the box there were also two clear indications:
1. Sit in the chair in front of the window.
2. Blindfold.
And this is how you are now, as you listen to the door open.
"Hello?" you ask. Although it is a stupid question because you already know who he is. Him.
Obviously, you don't get an answer, but you do feel how close he is to you.
“You look beautiful,” He says. “Like in my dream.”
"What dream?” your words seem to tremble at the confession. "Have you also dreamed of me?"
You try to get up so you can look at his face, silly of you, because you forgot you were wearing the blindfold. But the fall to the ground never arrives. Large arms support you, preventing the fall.
"Calm down, calm down." the voice comforts you. "Don't tremble, I won't hurt you." The beast's voice emanates sincerity.
His arms lift you up, you emitting a small moan at the action, as they take you to the bed, where you are gently deposited on top of it and immediately afterward the blindfold that covers your eyes is untied. And after so long, you can see him up close.
He is sitting across from you, his eyes seeming tiny before his large features. But nevertheless, that seems to turn you on.
The beast's eyes don't seem to waste time, as they cover your body from top to bottom, with admiration but also with lust. Instinctively your hands try to do what they can to cover your body.
The beast denies and, gently, its hands are positioned on top of yours, detaching them from your body.
"I won't hurt you."
"How can I be sure of that? You kid-kidnapped my father!” You exclaim ignoring his gaze.
"I wasn't going to hurt him, I didn't mean to" The beast sighs. "Everything was for you to come."
Her words confuse you. "What?”
"I saw you in my dreams. You helped me heal."
Your eyebrows knit together, "Heal?"
The beast nods. "To become human again...My name is Ari and I...I have been the prince of this castle for as long as I can remember..." He pauses before continuing. Telling this seems to affect him. "But my greed and ego made a mistake and cursed me, turned me into this!" he says getting up angrily, turning his back on you. And after a few seconds, he seems to give up, “Help me, please…”
You get up and slowly walk towards him. Your delicate hand rests on his shoulder, motioning for him to turn around. And it's what he does. Both are face to face, his eyes connected with yours. The hand that was on his shoulder now rests on his large, bare chest. You nod, giving him to understand that you are going to help him. “Just tell me what to do…” you whisper.
The beast—Ari, with his hands, enclose your face between them and bring you closer to his lips. You stand on your toes quickly since he is much taller and bigger. Your eyes close when you feel the touch of his lips with yours. His tongue quickly asks for passage, something that becomes messy, because no one had ever kissed you, much less done that with you. You were only able to write it thanks to your imagination but, god... this is so much better.
Quickly you both move until you collapse on the bed, he remains on top of you, holding on with one hand to avoid crushing you while the other remains on your cheek. After a few minutes, Ari separates his lips from yours, a fine line of saliva peeling off both of them, cutting in the middle of the separation. His hands now run and caress your body.
"It's perfect for you. Beautiful.” he says referring to what you are wearing. A fine yellow lingerie set covers your beloved body, highlighting your qualities. And it's not like you were going to tell him, maybe not yet, but when you saw yourself in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence. Well, if there was something that the beast had, it was good taste.
You let out a thin chuckle, your eyes traveling over his bare chest. He was only wearing big pants.
One of the beast's hands is positioned above your femininity. A small wet patch is present on this one. He smiles when he feels it and begins to put a little pressure on that area. Your giggle quickly turns into a moan. A wave of electricity warms up your body in no time. Everything in you asks for more of his touch. Your pelvis rises a bit, signaling him not to stop.
This time it is you who decides to take control of him, joining your lips with his again, intertwining your hands behind his great neck, drawing him closer to you. With his big hand, Ari breaks the fine cloth that covers your precious femininity, and without warning his mouth travels there, fiercely devouring your pussy. The sensation you feel generated by his beard between your feminine lips is incredible. A finger enters your inner walls without difficulty because of how lubricated you are there still, you shuddered in pain, and Ari realizes and lubricates the area even more, murmuring meanwhile to you to be calm and that it's only temporary.
Ari was right. You lost count of how much time has passed, but Ari has been so patient with you, it's amazing to think that this man, who turned into a beast, would take the time to make you feel comfortable, to prepare your femininity.
And now you are ready. Everything in you feels it.
You told Ari how you wanted to do it, and he didn't object.
Sitting on top of him, your hands on your chest, and with all his cock inside you, you move up and down. The sound of both skins colliding, the moans, the scent of sex in the room, everything fits perfectly.
Ari quickly grabs you by the waist to take control, further speeding up his penetrations.
Your moans are getting shorter from all the pleasure you are feeling, and you no longer know where that strength comes from to emit them. This is better than your nights alone. A hundred times better.
For Ari to enter you like this, for him to have been so gentle, is a combination of pleasure that cannot be described.
A knot seems to form in your stomach. Ari notices because he feels how your insides contract, making his member tighten a little, turning him on even more.
Ari takes your body and lays it on his chest, your face is hidden between his neck and shoulder.
You both move haphazardly. You looking for your climax and him for his. But at the same time, both are going to come to the same thing. Your grip on his arms intensifies more. Ari hides his head on your shoulder sucking on a bit of skin until… The ferocious moan they both let out is inhuman. Both reached the climax.
The great jet of hot liquid that you feel inside you tempers your interior. You let out a big sigh. Fine drops of perspiration fall from their bodies.
You are the first to get up from his chest, without removing his member from yours, when you feel how Ari's body changes.
In front of you is no longer that great and enormous beast, but rather a man. And even though he's still so much bigger than you, Ari looks more human. His face is no longer full of hair. But rather only one fraction of it is adorned with a beard.
You and Ari smile. He hugs you and doesn't move away from you, but rather he stays inside and strokes your hair, whispering to you:
“Thank you…”
THE END.
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