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Cruel Summer Ch. 5

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 4

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-Chapter 5-

You stared at him before giggling, “Funny Chris, you know….. about us…now that we’re…ya know…gonna be public and all that.” you smiled as he chuckled. “Baby…you know we could never be public…I can't ditch the perfect, good girl next door, to go out with an old co star…besides, we’d never work out publicly, we're better this way. Private, just you and me, locked away in a bedroom somewhere.” he leaned in to kiss you again, but you pulled back feeling bile rise in your throat. “You never planned on leaving her for me…did you?” you asked, staring at the bed. “Babygirl,” he walked around the bed to sit by you on your side of the bed.

He pulled your chin up kissing your lips before you pulled back, he only had a moment to see your eyes before you slapped him as hard as you could. “Get out. Get the fuck out!” you glared at him before you moved quickly off the other side of the bed. “Sweethear-” “FUCK YOU!” you screamed. “GET OUT!!” you grabbed his clothes throwing them at him, he ducked as his shoes flew at his head.

The door busted open, your security guards and Megan stood there. “Oh Y/N…” She said softly as Chris stood up after sliding his jeans on. “Y/N! Baby come on! Knock it off, let's talk about this!” he snapped back at you. You raced off into the bathroom, locking the door as the tears fell. You started the shower, a sob leaving your lips as you slid down to the floor crying.

A few weeks later

“And in other news mega worldwide Popstar Y/N, has deleted all posts from her social media. Sources say, She’s “Blacking out any and all communication on tour, and while she loves sharing her life with her fans, touring has taken a toll on her, she’ll return eventually, but for now. She’s got to focus on herself.” wow, so no more thank you posts to all her concert goers? That’s gonna feel like a slap to the face.” the news reporter stated as her co-star started in on you and your reputation. You sat by the window staring out over the city, thankful that no one could see you all the way up here. “Turn it off.” you grumbled out, “You know it's interesting, one former Avenger star announces his wedding date with pictures of his fiance’ the same time another former Avenger star blacks out her social media? I smell drama!” he chuckled as she gasped.

“I don’t need to hear how Lacey and Simon think I’m some big fuck up for not wanting to be on social media right now.” you said getting up and grabbing your phone. “I’m going down to the gym, maybe running will clear my head.” you said matter of factly before grabbing your headphones. “Maybe you shouldn’t go alone?” Megan asked as she stood up. Your phone had been blowing up from friends and family checking in on you, wondering why you’d gone radio silent.

You felt your phone go off as you exited your room and felt the corners of your mouth turn up for the first time in what felt like forever.

Hemsworthy: ‘This place is super boring without you here.’

Y/N: ‘Tell me about it. I wish you were here. Life fucking sucks right now.’

Hemsworthy: ‘Heard you went black out on socials….you doin okay?

Y/N: ‘Yep…got a lot going on & I don’t want to see anything online…just, want to focus back on friends and myself for a while…’

You sighed as you sent the message, heading into the gym where you began to walk on the treadmill. You thought back over all your time with Chris lately, before he left for South America. The movie nights eating ice cream, playing new songs for him, talking him through his depression when it came to the divorce. You felt tears in your eyes, how could you have been so fucking stupid.

Were you this desperate to fall in love and be with someone? You’d mistook your friendship with Chris, the things that friends did, as romantic interest and felt yourself developing feelings for him. He was just recently divorced…why would he even think about dating anyone; you needed serious help.

Hemsworthy: ‘You know if you keep running on the treadmill, you’re gonna burn holes in those tennis shoes missy. :P’

You glanced at the message before you did a double take; you didn’t remember telling him you were going to work out to clear your head. “If I have to stand back here any longer I’m gonna go insane.” his thick Australian accent startled you, causing you to whip around as you pulled your headphones off. “Oh my god!” you dashed over to him jumping into his arms as he laughed and hugged you tight. “I missed you popstar,” he mumbled in your ear as you buried your face into his hoodie, breathing in his scent. “I missed you too,” you whispered against his shoulder.

You jumped down smiling up at him, “Let’s go order some room service and catch up,” he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Uh…I wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner tonight, with me?” he smiled softly. “Somewhere nice?” he asked as you grinned and nodded, “yeah! That sounds fun!” you said as you both walked to the Elevators. “I have this super cute outfit I’ve been wanting to wear anyways!” you grinned as he chuckled. “I’m sure you’re going to look as beautiful as you always do,” Chris smiled at you, his eyes twinkled softly as you talked about your upcoming show, which was a couple of nights away and Chris was thrilled he was going to attend it.

When he was touring with you, he would stay back at the hotel, usually cooking a meal for the two of you and picking out a couple of movies for you guys to watch and relax after your shows. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to your shows, it was just easier to avoid the press. After the divorce, anytime they had the opportunity to print something about him or his ex wife, they jumped on it.

Once you guys made it back up to the hotel suite, you got ready for the evening, excited to have a nice dinner with someone who didn’t give a shit how famous you were, or what was happening in your life. You looked in the mirror and smiled at the black sequinned dress, which looked like a night sky, with clouds and a half moon on it. You wore strappy black heels and a fur jacket; and paired it with a silver flashy purse with a diamond studded necklace.

Chris grinned as he saw you come from your bedroom, “Whoa…you look…..incredible,” he held his hand out spinning you around as you giggled softly, “Thank you. My friend Kayleigh had this made for me, and I hadn't found the right occasion to wear it yet, but thought tonight was perfect.” you smiled as he smiled tenderly at you. “Well it’s perfect, come, I’ve made reservations for us.” he chuckled as you giggled excitedly. “Yay! It’s going to be so nice just…going to dinner and relaxing,” you said as you both headed to the car.

Pulling up to your favorite restaurant you sighed softly, the paparazzi were covering the street and you looked at Chris. “I’m sorry…I know you want to avoid them, I can go first…maybe see if they have a back entrance you can come through?” you said as he reached over and grabbed your hand, smiling softly. “I think I can manage a few photos with a beautiful girl before we go to dinner.”

The way he smiled at you, something felt different, you were starting to convince yourself that it was all in your head, but a small part of you wanted him to be into you. You knew you were developing feelings for him. “Y/N! Over here! Over here!” several voices shouted at you as you climbed out of the SUV and made your way around to the sidewalk. You smiled, waved at them, clearly not showing annoyance that you held toward them sometimes and even asked a few of them how they were doing this evening.

You stopped and posed for a couple of photos, when the other door opened and Chris got out smiling and waving at them for a moment before he put his hand on the small of your back as he walked with you to the door. The camera clicks intensified as he placed his hand on your back and you could hear them shouting more questions as you walked in together.

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 months

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Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

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sturniolo-mairead · 3 months

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"Slut!"

LetsTripTour!MattSturniolo x Popstar!Reader

a/n: in this fic i dont use y/n, i may in some future fics if i cant come up with a name 😭🙏🏻 Hope you guys enjoy, its my first fic!

in which Matt Sturniolo announces his girlfriend of 6 months. Presley Evans, global popstar! Nick and Chris are shocked because they didnt even know. Shes on tour down the road from the triplets' tour. he has the camera footage that would be on the big screen of her stage. They decide to watch her tour on their screen and they figure out she wrote quite a few songs about him! they soon meet up at matts hotel room later on.

warnings: use of the word slut, like a lot 😭🙏🏻

Matts pov:

"Next question, 'does anyone have girlfriends or in nicks case a boyfriend' Well i'm very much single" my brother said. Shit. I've had a secret girlfriend for 6 months now. We have talked about going public. She said shes okay with it. It's just difficult because shes a global superstar! It's been stressing me out. I think i'm just gonna say it. I'll tell everyone here.

Presley pov:

Im about to go on stage. I talked to matt last night about going public with our relationship. It's kind of getting exhausting having to sneak around. I've been a target for slut shaming because of how many guys ive dated, but i got into the industry when i was 15! It's not my fault. My managers say it's good for 'traction' or whatever. I sent matt the camera footage that would be on the big screen of the stage. Im performing in a stadium tonight, it's my all stadium tour. I just hope he tells his crowd, thats coincidentally, down the road from the stadium. He could connect his phone to the screen behind him and his brothers and show them my show, but i don't know if he will. I understand his anxiety thats going to come with going public, especially him now going to have paparazzi following him and his brothers everywhere, and me. He's gonna be more worried about me than he's ever been before because of his female fan base, they'll send me death threats and hate, more than i normally get. It's not like I'm not used to it though. I just hope he does whats right for himself and how he's feeling. I don't want him to feel pressured to tell everyone because I am ready to.

Matts pov:

"Nah i'm still single, sadly." chris said. I stayed silent. I could just spit it out. "Matt? we all know your single" chris teased. "actually.. I do have a girlfriend." i spat out. "WHAT?" nick said, he was as shocked as he should be. "yeah, we've been talking and we think we want to go public. She is a celebrity," i went on, "her name is Presley, Presley Evans." The crowd went wild. "SO ALL THOSE TIMES IVE SCREAMED HER SONGS IN THE CAR YOU DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME YOU WERE DATING HER?!" I laughed, "i guess not, I have camera footage thats om the big screen of her tour thats going on right now, i could put it on?" i suggested.

Presley pov:

"Presley! Time to go in 5!" one of my managers told me. "Okay! coming!" i say, Matt told me he'd text me if he told everyone, and he hasnt texted me. Im starting to lose hope when, Ding! i rush to check my phone. Twitter. Not matt.

'Matt Sturniolo comes out saying hes dating global superstar Presley Evans!'

holy shit. he did it. I laugh and squeal as i jump in my bedazzled heel boots. "Presley? what happened? are you okay?" my manager asks. "HE DID IT!! HE TOLD EVERYONE!!" i scream and jump around and laugh. "Presley, are you serious?!" my manager says, she seems angry? "whats wrong?" "Presley! this could be so bad! you'll become a lightning rod for slut shaming!! His fan base is mostly girls, they'll be angry! You could be in danger! You didn't even ask me if it's a good idea!" My manager yelled. I hate to say it, she was right. I probably should've informed her i would do this. But she is not allowed to shit on my relationship. I wanted it to go public. "Listen, Trina. This is my relationship. I know where you're coming from, a place of worry. But i know i've been through worse. You were with me since i was 15, you know how strong i am. I appreciate the worry, but let me do my thing. Ive been hiding my relationship for 6 months. Putting Matt in the shadows. Im done doing that. I love him. Thats never going to change. Let me do things- no. Let me and Matt do things our way. Now i have to get to the stage. Thanks for the input." I finished. I walked away, I had on my white bedazzled heel-boots with my skirt that was tied on one side up, showing my whole thigh. the rest barley covered anything which was good because i had on a white bodysuit under. I had on a corset top. It was all white, the whole outfit. I looked amazing, i checked myself out as i walked past a mirror. I heard music start up, somebody came and handed me my mic as i walked toward the piece of my stage that moved up and down. I stood in the center preparing to go on.

Matt pov

I put on her show on the screen. I hear music start. Just in time. Everyone's eyes are glued to the screen. I look around, nobody recognized the opening notes.? I didn't either. As far as i know, theres no songs about me. As far as i know.

"Flamingo pink"

I really don't recognize this song, i feel terrible that i don't.

"sunrise boulevard, clink clink. being this young is art."

"who do you guys think this song is about?" nick asked. I know of all her exes. They all treated her like shit. I am determined to be different. I think this is a love song? she has some love songs, then breakup songs after because they put her through hell. I'd never do that, I will never.

"Being this young is art Aquamarine Moonlit swimming pool"

This could be anything, we're both still very young. Shes 20, Im 19. I turn 20 soon.

"What if all I need is you?"

So it is a love song.. i wonder which ex it's about? Maybe Johnny Orlando? (no hate to Johnny Orlando fans just needed an ex lmfao 😭) We all just stand and admire her. She looks gorgeous. Fucking beautiful, How do you fumble her? Shes like a goddess. "Maybe this songs about you lover boy" Chris says, jesus christ i hate that fucking nickname. "shut the fuck up chris! And i don't know, i don't know if she has songs about me" I say, I wish she had written a song about me.

"Everyone wants him,That was my crime The wrong place at the right time. And I break down, then he's pullin' me in. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"

she always refers to me as a gentleman, she always says everyone wants me too.. "HOLY SHIT!" I scream, i didn't mean to, i just did. "What?!" nick said, "THIS SONGS ABOUT ME!!" "BITCH WHAT?!" "oh my god" i say.

Presley pov

I open with "slut!", a song about matt. I never tell him any songs a write about him because, well, theres a lot. I don't wanna seem creepy, but constantly writing songs about one person could be taken that way. I hope he catches on though. I always say everyone wants him and I always call him a gentleman. "And if they call me a slut. You know it might be worth it for once. And if I'm gonna be drunk. Might as well be drunk in love" I finish the song. I don't know what matts thinking, i don't even know if he was watching, i put on my best show nonetheless, just in case he was. I didn't want to disappoint him. Should i tell the crowd the songs about him? Maybe i will. "Hello! and welcome to the "Slut!" tour!"

A/N

cliffhanger! Okay so i've had this idea for a long while now i've just never gone through with writing it but i finally have! This gonna be a series and it's gonna be like every song she performs is a different chapter! This chapter is "Slut!" and thats also the name of the album! I've taken songs that already exist and made a whole new playlist/album type thing! Each song will be a surprise as the next chapter title! In total im thinking 19 parts as there are 18 tracks and then 1 extra chapter for after the tour when taylor and matt meet up 😉 I'll also be working on making my masterlist so you guys can easily access this series! See you next time 💕

#sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #taylor swift #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #singer reader #Spotify

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Superstar

Summary: the secret is finally out, but something is off.

Request: can we get an update on Chris and black popstar!reader

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Popstar!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, make up sex, girl on top, Daddy kink,

(A/N: I can’t believe I finally figured this thing out. It took me forever ugh. But I’m happy with how it ended up. Like really really really happy. Please like follow and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“It’s fine,” you replied. Which obviously meant it was not fine.

Chris sighed as you looked away from the screen. “It’s not. I’m sorry, but I have interviews and events back to back. I’m trying.”

“Are you?” You finally looked back at him, furrowing your perfectly threaded brows.

“You know I am,” he said. “I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

You rolled your eyes. He bit his tongue. Refraining from telling you to behave. This didn’t feel like the time for that. He didn’t wanna upset you more. “You keep saying that but every time you push it back. I always come see you, but it’s never the other way around.” You went off. Clearly this had been something you’d been holding in. “You know what I gotta go. I’ll just talk to you later.”

It had honestly felt like a gut punch. Despite everything that’s been going on, the two of you had never really fought. Sure there was one time you’d gotten into a “disagreement” over something dumb once but it was over in like a second. This time felt different.

He was busy, you were busy. Distance is fucking hard. He was so proud of you and it made him feel guilty that he wasn’t really there with you.

Still he was really trying. He bought you flowers all the time. Texted you as much as he could. Fuck the two of you were at least in the same time zone so you could always FaceTime before bed.

When everyone found out there was this weird lull for a minute. Things just felt off. Maybe because of all the sudden attention and the way everyone seemed to be analyzing every move, but it was hard. But it didn’t matter. Because despite the weird slut shamey comments from too many people, the constant speculation about your sex lives, this weird tarot reading situation that people kept tagging you in, and obviously you ended up getting the brunt of most of the bullshit, you stuck through it.

There was one set of fans that was totally over the fucking moon. Then there was this other for both of you. The hate always seemed to happen for the same reason. Either way it was worse for you.

You always kept up a happy face though. That even though you’d bitch about the dumb shit they’d say you also read so much nice stuff. The even after that weird fucking segment from a dork that leaves his wife with a dry ass pussy and a few of the other fucking weirdos in that particular group of fuck wholes, you were okay. Everyone told him to not respond even though he wanted to so bad. But he was dying to say something, but he promised you so he refrained.

You were obviously right. It mostly died down. Of course there was this one particular dickhead that seemed to obsess over it. Even that became easy to ignore at some point. Not like you hadn’t kind of expected something.

Honestly it felt weird. Like he was worried about you. About how it was affecting you. If this was good for you. If he was good for you. Then the other part of him never wanted to leave your side. He just loved you.

Then a fucking bomb dropped. At first you rolled your eyes. Even laughed. It was like who the fuck cares where he thinks. It’s just then it’s became a discourse on twitter. On if it was fair for you to move on. It was such bullshit.

It was easy to mute certain words online and filtering as much as you could. Still not wanting to disrupt your happiness just because some jealous asshole had some dumb shit to say. It would have been fine if it didn’t end up in every interview you did.

Your album had finally dropped. Which came the press tour. Everyone heard about how you’d reworked it and it was so obvious he was why. Everyone felt the need to comment on it.

Of course he was asked questions about you. Everyone wanted to know as much as they could. He couldn’t even go to the grocery store without someone asking. Not to mention the way people would get when they saw you together.

It still didn’t compare to the absolute scrutiny you received. The way they’d dissect you. Everyone just running with a bullshit narrative that you’d led him on only to get with Chris and ghost.

Which wasn’t even true. You’d seen him at a few events. Got photographed together and suddenly everyone was running with that like it was true. Then a few days later there you were with him. Flirting with him on camera. Then letting him take you home so you could smoke and fuck.

Then the way you got caught. It just wasn’t a good look right after scrapping the album that was about him. Chris had read the lyrics. He hated that you ever had to feel like that. Not to say the entire thing was dedicated to your breakup, but after you’d done it all over it just wasn’t the same. Your heart was in it more. And people noticed. Despite the drama you were blowing the fuck up.

He was never the type to be in drama before. This was all new to him. Sure people speculated on his relationships. Hell there’d been speculation with his current costar. Fans and gossip blogs always did shit like that. He knew that. Hell he expected that kind of stuff to happen.

It was just that something was off and he realized that. Suddenly days that should have been scheduled together had been not happening. Something wasn’t right.

He knew he’d made sure to take those specific days off to see you on tour. It’s not like this was the first time he’d seen you. You tended to get more days off so you managed to make more time. Staying in bed for as long as you could. He fucking missed that. So yes he hopped on the fastest flight he could get.

The whole time there he was doing everything he could try and get a ticket. Not totally sure how to since it seemed like you were sold out.

He didn’t wanna be a fucking douche bag. Go up to someone like let me in I’m Captain America. You’d think he was a fucking dork. Well he could go up there and say hey I’m Chris Evans your boyfriend. Maybe he was still on the list.

Well he was going to have to look like an asshole because he had this big ass bouquet. Just hoping maybe it wasn’t too late. God his management and everything were about to be pissed, but he’d handle it. It’s just that ever since he met you, it felt like you belonged in his life. He wasn’t ready to lose that.

The thought had made him sick. It was like hey asshole. Either he got his shit together or he’d lose you. His fucking person. You were it him. And breaking up wasn’t an option if he could help it. Even if some tough decisions will have to be made.

Yeah he knew everyone would be pissed, but it was just something he’d have to deal with. It’s not like this has been a habit. It’s just that this time had been a little too long. Especially with all the problems going on.

If anything now that he was coming today he was here earlier. Which meant he could spend more time with you. Say sorry in your section of the bus. Get a hotel when you could.

“Hey, Chris!” Your tour manager greeted him with this fake ass smile.

“Hey,” he said probably sounding more nervous than he wanted to. He just wanted to see you already. “Is she already on stage?”

Your manager sighed then groaned. “See we just calmed her down. We feel like you being here might upset her more so-“

“What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, side eyeing them as they’d rambled on. “You realize I’m her boyfriend, right?”

They bit their tongue and made a face before scrunching up their nose. “I’m aware,” they replied. “It’s just that we don’t need her having problems right before she goes on stage.”

It’s not that he didn’t get that, but fuck. If it was that bad he could make it better!

“There’s nothing I can do,” they replied with a shrug.

Yeah see that wasn’t going to work for him. He doesn’t know what the fuck was going on but he was getting the fuck inside. Whatever games everyone was playing was not keeping him from his girl.

He sighed and took his phone out. Considering he wanted to surprise you, at least he knew one person here that didn’t hate him.

“Why didn’t you just text me first!” Your best friend rolled her eyes.

Chris chuckled feeling relieved. If she didn’t hate him. You didn’t hate him. “I know. I should have. I just thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Look, you’re here. Her last dude would have never hopped on a plane for her like that.” She shrugged. “I like that about you.”

“Yeah I’m trying. It’s just… I feel like our schedules never line up anymore, but that’s okay I’m gonna talk to my team and tell them they can’t just add things without speaking to me first anymore,” he rambled on.

Chris almost missed the way she glared at your tour manager. “Yeah, that’ll be a start at least.”

Watching you in the studio had been magical to say the least. You looked so fucking cute all serious and energetic. Like you were so in love with what you were doing. He’d never been like this before. Honestly he felt like a fan girl.

You sang a lot at home. Like when you’d be fiddling around with different melodies or lyrics. Sometimes with acoustic guitar accompanying it. Then other times piano. There’d been a few times where you’d play together. Not that he was at your level.

Those were some of his favorite moments. They seemed to be yours too because you’d giggle and bite your lip. Then you’d always end up on his lap. Kissing and grinding on him. But this? This was not the same.

You were in your element. And the crowd was probably just as pumped as he was. It’s not like you were the first famous woman he’d dated, but it was never like this. Something about you in that spotlight in your knee high boots and little costume. You were so fucking perfect. All made up. You looked like a fucking star. And you had no idea he was right there.

Your fans were clearly feeling it. Screaming along to every song. You honestly looked like you were having the time of your life. This place was fucking packed. All for you. God he couldn’t believe he almost missed this.

You looked so fucking perfect. He felt like a fucking fan girl. He can’t believe he almost missed this.

You still hadn’t noticed him from where he was, but you were performing like it didn’t matter. That’s his girl.

By the time you saw him, you did a double take. Walking off stage for a wardrobe change. Jaw dropping as you saw him.

“Chris?” He could see you say even though he couldn’t hear you over the

As your lip poked out he couldn’t stop himself as he went to you. Pulling you into his arms before you could even react. It didn’t even matter that all these other people were around.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, voice cracking.

“I couldn’t just let you be mad at me,” he said rubbing your back. You finally wrapped your arms around his waist and he sighed in relief.

“Did they let you in okay?” You asked. “I put you on the list.”

“Yeah? Even though I was being a dick?”

“I always put you on the list,” you replied.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head. Fuck he really needed to step up. “Y/N, outfit change,” your manager said.

“We’ll talk after?” You asked pulling away from him.

“Yeah of course. You sounded amazing by the way.”

“Think so?”

“Of course I did,” he said with a smile before pecking your lips again. His eyes connecting with your manager’s who sneered at him as you finally went on your way.

It didn’t take long for you to be back into it. Up on stage putting in work. He doesn’t know how you did all of that. In heels.

He was genuinely bummed out when it was over. Then you were back in his arms giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. He actually couldn’t believe you were his girl. That you were this fucking amazing.

After the meet and greet and some other stuff the two of you finally got to be alone. Getting a hotel so the two of you could be alone. Honestly he was waiting for you to do something. Scream at him maybe.

Instead you let him hold you in the shower. A silence falling over you. Just wanting to be with you. Fuck he felt like such a fucking asshole still. At least he knew things weren’t broken.

Now you were sitting on his lap. Still clinging to him. Wearing his shirt while all he wore was a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. As much as he was enjoying having you so close he couldn’t not say anything. “I still wanna talk about this,” he said.

“Me too,” you replied, before getting ready to scoot off of him. Before you could he just wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you still.

Chris put his hand under your chin. Lifting it up so he could swipe his lips across yours. “It’s okay,” he whispered nuzzling his nose to yours. “We can be close.”

You nodded with your lip trembling. Resting your head against his strong chest. Sniffling as he placed kisses on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

“No it’s all me, okay. I’m gonna get down to the bottom of it.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Eyes all welled up with tears.

Chris sat back. Wanting to get really comfortable like this. He just fucking wanted to hold you. “I don’t know. It’s like they sprung it up at me. I feel like it keeps happening.” He rubbed your thigh just trying to relax you. “It feels like the time I schedule with you always ends up getting changed around.”

“Do you think it’s someone on your team?”

“It could be,” he confessed.

“But, like, how? Why?” You were all teary. “Do they not like me?”

He sighed. “I dunno, Baby. It’s okay I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry for hanging up on you.”

“No, don’t you even,” he scoffed before kissing your cheek. “I deserved it.”

“I don’t care. I’m supposed to talk to you, I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off as the tears finally started slipping out. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Besides it’s what made me get off my ass. I couldn’t handle you being mad at me.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” He didn’t stop kissing your face. He hadn’t been able to do shit like this I’m too long. “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied

He sighed contentedly and you sat up a little so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. Moving so you could straddle his lap. Putting your head into the crook of his neck. You wanted him close. And he was more than happy to wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more.”

You looked up at him with those watery eyes, his heart feeling like it was about to explode. He couldn’t let you go. Not when he saw the future in your eyes. Fuck.

Chris knew he loved you. He’d taken one look at you and said oh that’s wifey before you even met. Then when you did. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He’d be damned if someone ruined this. He’d get to the bottom of it. He had to. For you. He couldn’t picture life without you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t like fighting with you.”

“I don’t like fighting with you either,” you replied with a chuckle as you sniffled, pulling away so you could look him in the face.

He half smiled, putting his hands over your hips. Moving to your ass to palm you and then back. You giggled and frowned. Before you could protest he pressed his lips to yours. Needing you close.

You wrapped your arms around him again. He pressed his lips to yours finally. This time not wanting to let go. There was this desperation. It had been to long. Longer than you usually go. Now that all the crying was out of the way now he could work on showing you just how sorry he was.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist. Putting you on his lap. Making you straddle him. Cupping your ass in his hands. Making you move up and down on his lap. Grinding your pussy against him.

You seemed to be just as needy as he was. He understood. First fight and all. Both of you wanted to put it in the past.

“Daddy,” you gasped into his mouth after he grabbed your bare ass this time. Could feel his dick getting hard. Pressing into your inner thigh.

Kissing got deeper. Tongues moving against each other’s. There was this warmth in his chest. Fuck he needed you.

His fingers going down to your pussy lips. Chuckling to himself as he remember that you hadn’t worn panties. You gasped again, but this time he kept you there. Not even letting you take a moment to relax. Pussy juices dripping onto him his fingers like honey.

Fuck you were oozing. Ready for him and only him. So many man would kill to be able to touch between your thighs. He was the only one allowed to though. Your pussy was his. You were his.

He pushed all the thoughts of what he needed to do out of his mind. All of that could wait until later. He didn’t wanna think about that when he was fucking your pussy with his fingers.

It had been a minute since he’d been inside of you. He needed to stretch you out a little. Needed to make sure you could take him. Wanted to take care of your pussy until you were cumming all over him. His little star. He had to take care of you.

With that he hurried up so he could get buried inside of you. Pushing in so deep and watching your face get all screwed up. Keeping you on top. Little pussy hugging his cock because he was still way too much for you.

At this point in your relationship, he knew exactly what to do to get you turned on. Not like he even had to do much. It was like the both of you were just fucking always ready. Nothing else mattered when you were alone.

Shit.

“Please don’t stop,” your whimpered. Knocking him out of his thoughts. He smiled up at you before kissing you again.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl. Look so pretty when you take my dick. Always take it so well.”

“I missed taking your dick,” you whimpered.

He stood up making you scream out as l cock dick impaled you deeply. Pussy clenching around him as you clung to him. Nails scratching against his flesh. Good he loved how you did that.

He’d wanted to take you over to the bed so he could fuck you right, but this was okay. He could fuck you like this. Holding you up in his strong arms. Moving you just like how he needed to.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” You cried. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking big! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“That’s it. Cum for me,” he said. “Fucking cum. Now.”

You buried your face into his neck as he helped you work through it. Still holding you up. Moving you how he needed you. Needing to get it all the way out of you. Fuck it the bed would have to wait.

He laid you down on the couch. Standing over you so he could pump in and out of you. Moving his hips in a certain way with your legs around his waist. Going deeper and deeper.

“Chris, Ch-ris! Ah, ah, ah.”

“That’s it.” he groaned. “Say my name. My favorite girl. Gonna love you for fucking ever. You hear me?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered all breathily. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he groaned. “Gonna marry you. Make you my wife. Only pussy I’m gonna fuck for the rest of my life.” Fuck he couldn’t stop. It’s like the words were spilling from this lips.

All you could do is look at him with teary eyes. Still unable to really say what you wanted as he drives into you. You were his. You were fucking his. And he was going to make sure every fucking person knew that even you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head again as you came. Pussy clenching around him so tight it triggered his own orgasm. Shooting deep inside of you.

He rode it out. Making sure you were good until he finally picked you up so he could tuck you under the covers. Getting comfortable beside you. Wanting to be close to you. Trying to wrap his head around what he’d confessed while balls deep inside of you. And that he meant every single word.

Spending the rest of the night wrapped up in you. Not letting you go until morning so you could at least get a little sleep. You still had to get up and get to the next venue. All that mattered right now things between you were god. He could figure out the rest later.

#chris evans smut #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x black woman #chris evans x female reader #Chris Evans x popstar!reader

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not-sebastian-stan · 6 years

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Sebastian Stan Imagine- When I grow up

A/N: I’ve been listening to waaaaaaay too much 2000′s music and the Pussycat dolls came on and I had to write this. Enjoy

Warnings: Idk, fluff, swearing, the usual

Word Count: 1,2 K

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x singer!Reader, for like one second a Anthony Mackie x reader and a Chris Evans x reader.

The soft makeup brush swoops over your cheeks as you apply a pink blush that makes you want to puke. But they won’t see it. You puff your hair up a little and step into shimmery shoes that you can see from a mile away. You want to say that you look horrible, but hot damn, you look good. “ Five minutes! “ you hear Jessica yell from outside your room. “ You can do this. You can slay this, “ you tell yourself as you look into the mirror. You still can’t believe that you have become this now, a popstar touring around the world. You open the door. The warm, sweaty air engulfs you. You make a quick prayer to drunk you for taking shower last night. But you still grab a bottle of deodorant that Jessica is holding up for you. The cold, flowery air feels like heaven against your skin. Jessica grabs the deodorant and hands you a microphone. “ Small crowd this time. The are some people of a movie cast in it, they just finished the movie, so watch out for the paparazzi. “. You smile at Jessica and nod. “ Of course, Jessica. And please, give take a vacation next week. On my costs of course. “. The girl tries to refuse but she quickly gives in. What’s the point of money if you can’t help make other happy with it?

The closer you walk to the door, the harder you hear the deafening music. You feel how the ground shakes with its bass. You take a deep breath and open the backstage door. People dressed in black clothes are running around like headless chickens. You would think that the club would be chill, but you would be wrong. This isn't just your average sweaty, noisy, drunk club. No, it was bigger than that. Yes, Jessica said that there would just be a small crowd. But Jesus fucking christ it’s a big crowd. The theme of the night was quickly given away by the way people dressed, 2000′s. The silver, sparkly dress that you’re wearing made you blend in with it perfectly. The song that the DJ is playing, Low by Flo Rida, is being paused as he grabs the mic.

“ For this special night we got ourselves a special lady, give it up for Y/N! “ he says. An applause rings in your ears and gives you that confidence boost that you needed. You step onto the small stage as you wave at the people clapping for you. You place the microphone that’s in your hands in the holder they put onto the stage for you. You smile as the music starts to play. The lyrics start to flow out of you as if you said them every night like a prayer. Your eyes scan over the crowd as you bounce along with the beat. Your eyes stop at one particular person. A brunette man with a stubble peppered onto his cheeks. He looks so familiar. Did you go to pre-school with him? Middle school? High school? Probably. You push the thought out of your head but make a mental note to go to him after the show.

Your act already ended two hours ago, but that didn’t stop some people from staying and dancing. One particular group kept on dancing like it was their last day. They would occasionally stop to down a shot or two. You quickly noticed that you brunette was in that group. He looks at you while the DJ keeps on talking about how his music will “ go down in history “, but you both know damn well that everybody that was here has already forgotten about his music. You excuse yourself as you walk over to the brunette. “ I’m sorry, I might be completely wrong, but you look like someone from my high school “. He says. God, why is his voice so sexy. Something clicks in your head now that you're up close. “ O my God! “ you say as you place your hand in front of your mouth to keep your screams in. “ Sebastian! I haven’t seen you since summer camp! “. He gives you a puzzled look, he clearly forgot all about you. But you can’t blame him, who would remember the ugly nobody of the class. “ I’m Y/n. Remeber? I had short hair back then? I moved to New York in grade 10. “. A smile grows on his face. You hear him mutter something foreign under his breath. “ Y/n! Wow, god. This might be awkward to say, but god damn you had one hell of a glow up! “ he says as he takes a good look at you again. A pink tint creeps itself onto your cheeks as you giggle.

“ Chris! Mac! Come over here! “ he yells to two men standing in the group dancing behind him. The two walk over to you. “ This is Y/N. We went to school together for some years. “. They introduce their self to you as you shake their hands. “ Of course I know who you are, I don’t live under a rock! “ you say. “ I heard that you guys are here to celebrate the wrap of a movie. “. All three the man nod. “ I can’t be happier for it to be over. This guy here is horrible! “ Anthony jokes as he slaps Sebastian against his arm. You can’t help yourself but stare at them. What you would do to have those wrapped around your legs, keeping you still while he-. “ So you’re a singer now. “ Sebastian says, snapping your attention away from his arms to his voice. You nod as you swallow thickly. “ Y-Yeah. I always wanted to be one as a child. It’s like a dream coming true. “.

“ You have the voice of an angle, Bug. “ Sebastian says. Something in you swells up at the mention of the nickname. He was the only one who called you that. You got it after he found out that your favourite animal was a ladybug. The name seemed to fit you so well in his eyes. “ So the acting thing worked out for you as well, “ you say. His smile grows bigger at the mention of it, it’s clearly something that he enjoys doing. ‘ Hell yeah! It’s amazing. I get to meet all these amazing people and I get to do something that I love. “. He makes big hand movements while talking, something that you know he does when he is excited. “ So your dream came true, huh? “ you ask. He nods. “ Let me give you my number, to keep in touch, “ you say as you grab a marker out of the little purse you have in your hands. You grab Sebastian’s hand and write your number on it. “ Hope to see you again, “ you say as you turn around and walk towards the backstage area. “ Mac! Mac! Make a picture of my arm, quick! “ you hear Sebastian yell. His little discussion with Anthony about why Sebastian doesn’t have his phone with him to take his own picture quickly ends when your name is mentioned. You take one last look over your shoulder. Sebastian throws his fist into the air while Anthony gives it a little fist bump as a congratulation. You wave at him which causes a rosy blush to appear on his cheeks and a smile to creep on his lips. God, what you would do to have those lips against yours.

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐂.𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

pairings || Bodyguard!Chris Evans x Popstar!Male Reader (AU)

requested by anon || “ Hey boo! I was wondering if you could do an AU of bodyguard Chris Evans x pop star male reader where the male reader is a young pop star in his 20s who’s a femboy who gained instantaneous overnight fame dancer, singer, breaking gender stereotypes and all that. He’s pretty naive, wild, likes to party, drink and flings with the wrong guys and he’s just WAY too famous that he even gets a lot of death threats, creepy messages gets mobbed and harassed by fans because he has poor quality security but his staff just ignores until at his first concert there was a dangerous threat so it was cancelled and that’s when Chris was recruited to protect him cause he’s a professional guard who even worked for politicians. And the male reader is very attracted and flirts with his hot blue eyed bodyguard (maybe even tries to seduce him) and I’ll let you decide it’s angst or smut or both because that’s as much as I can think of. Thank you!💖”

summary || Reader is famous but being famous has it’s cons. Reader gets death threats and even mobbed. One day a crazy fan acts upon their actions and it has to be stopped. What happens when Chris becomes the new bodyguard for reader?

warnings || +18, ANGST, SMUT, death threats, crazy fans, shitty staff, overprotective Chris, flirty reader, pet names (baby boy, angel), choking, praising, face fucking, spanking, shitty smut / shitty writing..

authors note || The fact I wanted to write something like this is crazy. I didn’t proof read so any mistakes I apologize for. Hope you liked it! Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

wordcount || 2.7k

You had just woken up from your nice nap that you had took.

Ever since you became famous, there have been some ups and downs. You would get threats and and creepy comments/messages from crazy fans. You didn’t think much of it since your bodyguard was there to protect you. Or so you thought.

How could one person be so famous but with the most shitty security out there? When you went outside, some people would come up to you for either a picture or autograph. That didn’t bother you until one person grabbed your ass and your bodyguard just stood there. Doing nothing.

You just accepted the fact that he didn’t care for your safety so why should you care for your own? Hell, even Tom Holland has better security than you.

After you got up, you let out a breathy yawn and stretched your legs and arms.

You decided that you wanted to go to a club because why not? You wanted to dance, drink, have fun. Even see if you can get into someone’s pants tonight. Your security guard wasn’t going to show up anyways. He most likely just hated you or just didn’t like his job.

You grabbed your towel and made your way to the bathroom after finding a nice outfit that fit your style. A nice pair of shoes with long socks and a skirt. You smiled at the outfit you chose out. After your shower, you brushed your teeth and cleaned your face off. Even though you’re going to a club, who says you can’t look hot?

Making your way downstairs, where your bodyguard would usually be. You looked around to see if he would show up and yet to no surprise.

He wasn’t here.

You sighed knowing he wasn’t going to show up. Who needed him anyways? You grabbed an apple and bit into it before heading out of the door and getting into your car. Turning it on, you buckled your seatbelt and pulled off the curb making your way to the club.

You finally made your way to the front of the club.

The exterior was nice filled with neon lights and a huge line of people waiting to be entered in the club. Since you had famous privileges', the guard let you in as more and more people filled the lines.

You made your way to the bar to get drunk first.

The plan was simple. Get drunk, dance a little, and then get laid by some random guy in this club. Simple. Right? Well no, it wasn’t so simple since men always wanted to either harass you or try to get their way with you. Another downside to be the famous Y/N Y/L/N.

After a few drinks of vodka, you made your way to the dance floor and started to dance along with the music. Some people started to even dance with you so that was on the bright side at least.

While swaying your hips to the music, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist bringing you more in to his grasp. You looked to see who it was and it was a handsome brunette with brown eyes. He looked to be around in his 20s also.

Boy oh boy were there ideas popping up in your mind..

Your dirty filled thoughts were interrupted when the brown eyed brunette said something to grab your attention.

“Hey there baby.” He spun you over so you could face him now.

You knew what he wanted because that’s what every man wants now a days. Everyone is so fucking horny. You raised your eyebrow to let him ask what he wanted.

“Why don’t me and you get out of here, have a little bit of fun..” He stated the last part in a more teasing and seductive tone. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hands to guide him out of the club.

You two made your way back to your house and had some fun. Let’s just say you’ve been dicked down and he was probably the best one you had yet..

It was now morning.

Your eyes fluttered opened from the sound of cars in traffic in New York. You slowly raised your body from the bed now feeling someone on the left of you. You saw the man who had fuck the shit out of you last night.

The brown eyed brunette.

Do you remember his name? No.

You got up from the bed and made contact with the wooden floor trying not to wake the man up. You looked around the room to grab the mans clothes and then tapped him. His eyes opened and he set his gaze upon you. His brown eyes connecting with your e/c eyes. You gestured his clothes for him to take so he could get ready and leave.

As you were making your way to the closet, you heard a knock at the front door.

You raised your eyebrow wondering who it could be.

“Did I invite someone over?” You couldn’t even remember a lot of what happened yesterday since you were stupid drunk. The only thing you could remember was going to a club and then getting laid.

You made your way to the front door opening it.

There he was.

Your manager. He looked a little pissed for some reason but then your gaze then set on the blue eyed brown haired man. He looked handsome as ever. Your gaze was ripped from him when your manager called your name.

“Y/N, we have to cancel your concert.” He said gritting through his teeth.

“Why?”

“Because we, well you, got threats saying that someone was going to bomb your concert. Since we don’t wanna get sued, we had to cancel the concert.” He looked at you but then his eyes went to your left. You looked over to your left to see the brown eyed brunette coming to the front door to leave.

“Are you serious right now?” Your manager was blabbing about your “safety.” Like he even cared. He just wanted the damn money..

After he was done he gestured his hands to the blue eyes six foot man.

“This is Chris, he’s going to be your new bodyguard since the other one quit. He will make sure you’re safe and that no one touches you.. ever.” You sigh knowing that Chris wasn’t going to let you bring men in anymore.

Chris was wearing a blank expression waiting for your manager to be done talking so he could do the one job he was asked to do. Protect you..

Your manager finally left the door way and made his way back to his car. You opened the door and moved over a little more to let him in while the brunette left. When Chris entered the house, he checked every where, making sure there were no camera, mics, or even other men’s underwear.

Chris was fucking hot.

You had to give it to him. The way his tight shirt hugged his broad shoulders and muscles. The hair on his arms. His beard that was located on his sharp jawline. His blue eyes. Oh those eyes..

‘Oh this will be fun..’

It’s been one hell hole.

Chris would show up at your house around 6 am and would stay there till 4 am. The man was dedicated. He would make sure that any fan who wanted a picture or autograph from you, would be patted down. It was embarrassing.

He would watch you eat even. Like a damn creep.

You were now on your daily walk you did with Chris of course. You looked around at the beautiful landscape in front of your eyes. The park was somewhere that you loved to go to if you ever needed to calm down.

In the corner of your eye, you see someone coming up to you which you assumed was a fan. He looked at you with a huge smile on his face like it was an honor to meet the one and only Y/B Y/L/N.

“Hi! Oh my god.. I’m a huge fan of yours. Can i get an autograph and a picture?” The teen said as you smiled back at him.

“sure!”

Chris guard was now up making sure if this teen did anything utterly stupid, he would have to do something about it. You got up from the bench and gave the phone to Chris for him to take the picture of you two. Smiling, that was the last thing you saw on the fans face when Chris punched him in his face..

The Teenager accidentally moved his hand to your waist which made Chris make a move to protect you. Your eyes widened at the sudden action that Chris had cost.

Before you could say anything, Chris took your arm in his huge hand and took you back to your house..

- -

You and Chris made your way inside the house.

As he closed the door, you turned around to him obviously angry at his antics. You’ve had enough of this shit.

“What the hell?!” You raised your voice at the Bostonian six foot man. Who acts like nothing just happened.

“Why the hell did you punch a fucking teenager?! He only wanted a picture and an autograph!” Chris just stares at you blankly with his usual cold look he always has on.

“I did it to protect you. That’s my job.”

“Your job! Your fucking job was to make sure that I’m safe. Not to punch a teen or a fan who wanted a picture.”

“You know what..” You took a pause before saying what’s been on your mind for a while now. This was the last straw and you’ve had it. No more Chris fucking Evans.

“… you’re fired!” You yelled on the top of your lungs but as usual. He looked you with the same stupid cold look. His stupid fucking face.. Oh boy how much you would love to punch that son of a bitch in his perfect face.

“You can’t fire me.” Chris chuckled at the thought of you thinking you could fire him.

‘Who the hell does he think he is?’

“And why is that?” Your eyes obviously filled with rage tired of his shit. Remember when you used to wanted to be in his pants? Yeah that plan is gone.. maybe.

“Because..” Chris eyes went dark when an idea came to his mind. He slowly approached you making you stumble back. His huge frame hovering over your smaller one.

“Boys like you need to be taught a lesson.”

You gulped.

“Chris… what are you doing?”

Chris hands started to make his way to your waist. Pulling you closer. To close. His dark blue eyes made contact with your e/c eyes. His plump lips making their way to yours. Before you could back up, he grabbed your face and connected his lips with yours.

You two are now having an intense make out session. Tongues fighting for dominance. Chris won. He pulled away from your wet lips and picked you up so effortlessly.

You yelped at the action and then felt something hard under you.. Chris was so fucking hard. So hard and horny ready to teach you a lesson. A lesson no one was able to teach you..

Chris smirked as he could feel his erection through his pants. Tightening around his crotch making him squirm for a second. He looked at you with eyes that were filled with lust. He was ready to show you how to be a good boy and you weren’t complaining anymore. You took a quick second to see if this is right and..

“Fuck it.”

You moved your hips in a slow motion, teasing him. Chris grunted at this action caused by you. He was almost about to let you take over.. almost. Chris came back to reality realizing it was you who needed to be punished. Before you know it, Chris hands moved from your waist as he took your clothes off slowly. Your skin grew goosebumps from the cold air now filling the room.

He liked the way you looked. You looked..

.. vulnerable.

Chris set his gaze on you one more time before pulling his shirt, pants, and then boxer off. His 10 inch cock bouncing up from the sudden release. His angry red head leaking pre cum already. The way your ass looked. ‘So fucking soft’ Chris thought to himself as he massaged each cheek. Praising both of them..

He picked you up again and made you bend over on his lap. As if his cock wasn’t hard enough, the thought of you begging for him to stop made him even more needy. So needy.

“Count.” Chris said in a blank but controlling tone.

You nodded knowing what’s about to happen.

Smack.

“1..”

Smack.

“2..”

Smack.

“..3″

Tears now filling your eyes as you were now at 15 smacks. Your cheeks were feeling a different type of pain but you? All you felt was pleasure. You begged him to take this more further wanting him inside of you. Chris gave you a punishment now it was time to pleasure you. Only you.

He sat you back up in his lap as he grabbed the lube from the dresser on your right. He lubricated his hard red cock and then made contact with your hole with his tip. You moan as you feel him slowly entering you. Inch by inch. His cock was finally all the way and you were ready.

Chris started to buck his hips up in a slow but steady motion. Even though he wanted to punish you, there was this feeling in his chest that he couldn’t explain. He wanted to be the only one you had sex with. The only one you wake up next too. All these thoughts running through his head as he heard you moan his name, over and over.

“Ngh~ F-Fuck Chris, P-Please!”

“Please what baby boy? Use your words for daddy.”

“P-Please fuck m-me faster!”

Chris smirked now that he got permission to fuck you fast. He gripped your waist tight as he started to thrust faster and faster. He could feel his climax reaching and he wanted you to swallow every. single. fucking. drop of his cum.

You felt your climax reaching also. Your cock was twitching ready to release it’s cum. You wanted to cum for Chris.. you wanted to show him how a good boy can please his daddy.

“You wanna cum baby boy?” Chris moaned as he could feel your cock twitch on his almost hairy abs. He smirked knowing you were waiting for him to tell you when to cum. Such a good boy.

“Y-Yes Daddy! L-Let me c-cum!~” Your words stuttering as you tried to hold in your climax. You were ready, you just needed to hear the words..

“Cum on my chest baby boy! Be a good boy and cum for daddy!~”

Without another thought, you shot your release on his hairy tattooed chest. As promised. Chris then pulled out of your hole. Which caused you to whine at the sudden loss of his girthy cock inside of you. Chris grabbed your hair in his fist and made you kneel down. He slapped his heavy cock on your plump lips before shoving it in your mouth.

Breathing through your nose as you took in his manly musk.

Chris thrusted his hips fast making his cock hit the back of your throat over and over again. You moaned which sent thousands of vibrations to the Bostonian mans cock.

“F-Fuck Baby boy! You want this cum? You want daddy’s cum?!~” Chris moaned through his teeth as he could feel his climax reaching itself. You nodded fast needing his seed inside of you. His eyes glued shut and his toes curled as he shot his massive load down your throat.

You swallowed every last drop.

You got up from your knees as Chris cleaned you up with a warm towel.

He set his blue eyes with your e/c eyes and opened his mouth to say something to you. You didn’t expect him to say what he just said but he did.

“I will always protect you. Even if I’m not your bodyguard anymore you will never leave me sight. My one and only angel.”

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