#CHRIS I AM LOOSING MY MIND OVER THIS

[starry-night-rose]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLIS !!! I offer this token for your aging. Stay gold. Or er— to ‘Cloche-ify’ my greeting…

“Take this sketch as you will. Consider it giving back the joy that you gave me… that’s all.”

CHRIS.....JUST OH MY GOD CHRIS THIS???? OH MY GOD I CANT THINK RIGHT OH MY GOD I AM JUST💝💞💖💖💞💓💕💓💗💘

I will stay gold! Don’t you worry!

Now! Let’s see how the prefect reacts!

“Oh hi Chris! Thanks for dropping by!....You got me a gift? Thank you so much!.........Oh my god....this..this is BEAUTIFUL! I’ll treasure it! Just don’t tell Malleus!”

[hollandsangel]

move over | m. sturniolo

okAY here we go this is my first sturniolo fic please be nice to me i am afraid

ps if you’d like to be tagged in any (possible) future fics comment 🍜

summary: matt needs a bigger bed

wc: 1k

warnings: matt x fem!reader, cursing, nightmares? no description really, just funny and fluffy 🫡 all the triplets are in it but reader is dating matt!

..does anyone remember that one video where matt said chris never sleeps in his own bed? well…

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

you feel yourself slipping back into consciousness, and you can tell from the soft, pale blue light of matt’s bedroom that it’s morning. matt’s fast asleep behind you, resting on his stomach with you tucked up into his side, his right arm slung over your waist. you’re already upset that you have to pee, the idea of crawling out of the sleep-warm bed and leaving your boyfriend’s cozy embrace is not an appealing one, but the nagging in your bladder won’t go away.

with a sleepy sigh you stretch your arm out just enough to the tap the screen of your phone, the numbers 8:23 glaring back you. you still don’t have to be up for another hour and a half, which you think is an acceptable amount of time left to lay in matt’s arms and snooze a bit more, even if you don’t really need anymore sleep.

it’s a bit tricky to clamber out of bed without waking the sleeping boy next to you. trying to keep from dragging the duvet with you when you slide out. you tuck matt back in properly before you wander off to his bathroom. softly, you click the door shut, and it, along with your sleep-hazy mind, muffles any sounds coming from outside the bathroom.

for once, chris slept in his own bed, knowing you’d be sleeping over and nick was editing the video meant to go up later this afternoon early into the morning. it’s too early for him to be waking up on his own but something stirs him into wakefulness, his heart beating a little faster than it should be.

matt had woken up for a mere second when you slipped out of bed and hasn’t fallen back into the depth of his sleep, waiting for you to come back. he’s just barley alert enough to hear shuffling from down the hall, getting louder until the person responsible is standing at the crack in the door.

“matt?” chris whispers, peeking into the bedroom.

matt groans and rolls over just until he can see his brother over his shoulder, “what, chris?”

“i had a fucked up dream, dude,” chris says, padding further into the room, “where’s y/n?”

matt turns a little closer to his brother, facing him now, “bathroom,” he mumbles, “what was it about?”

chris is still standing in the middle of the room, phone held loosely in his hand, “you got into a fuckin’ car accident, a really bad one” he admits, feeling a bit foolish and juvenile for running to his brother after a bad dream, “can i sleep in here?”

matt’s face softens and he rubs his eye, “yeah, ‘course.” he says, watching chris slowly walk towards the bed, “that’s her side,” he says though when chris tries to lay where you had been.

chris fakes a scowl and matt makes a face back, sleep still tugging at his mind. the two of them lay back down, back to back, tugging the covers over their shoulders.

you finish washing your hands and shut off the bathroom light. rubbing at your eyes, you make your way back to matt’s room, looking forward to sleeping a bit longer. upon wandering in you’re met with more than one body under the blankets, making you stop in your tracks.

“chris?” you wonder outloud, stopped in the door way.

matt answers before his brother can, “he had a bad dream,” he explains to you, face smushed into the pillow, leaving the words all muffled and extra groggy.

“sure,” you say, as if chris sleeping in matt’s bed doesn’t surprise you (it doesn’t). dragging your feet over to your side of the bed to matt, where he’s taking up a bit too much room. “move over,” you tell him when he peels the blankets back for you. he shuffles back with a little too much effort and you climb back into bed.

once you’re settled matt scoots a little bit closer to you to make more room for the three people now in his queen sized bed, but also because he never passes up an excuse to hold you a little tighter.

you doze in and out, matt’s soft breath against your neck keeping you a little bit dazed but not quite enough to lull you back to sleep fully. it must be nearing 10 am now, more bright sun spilling in from the cracks in the curtains above the bed. you think chris is awake too, hearing breathy little chuckles every now and then. you reach for your phone, deciding on a mindless scroll through instagram.

after a few minutes it sounds like nick has also woken up, his footsteps audible in the bedroom above. you hear him coming down the stairs, and you think he stops in the kitchen until his voice fills the quiet halls.

“chris?” he asks, standing in his brother’s empty bedroom, confused as to why he’s not in bed.

“in here,” chris speaks up, waiting for nick to press the door open.

he does, standing at arms length with a skeptical look on his face, almost afraid of what he might find. “um…hello, what are you doing in here?” nick asks, finally crossing the threshold.

“he had a bad dream,” matt says into your shoulder, startling you. you didn’t know he was awake.

“i had a bad dwream,” chris says in that stupid pouty voice that drives all of you insane, no doubt looking at nick with puppy dog eyes.

“oh…kay,” nick says and you laugh at the suspicion still evident in his tone.

“did you see the tik tok i sent you?” chris is laughing but stops abruptly when matt kicks him in the calf, which makes you giggle into your boyfriend’s arm.

“yeah, but i’m a bit more preoccupied with the absurdity of the three of you in matt’s bed right now,” nick says in his distinct deadpan drawl, which only makes you smile more.

“c’mon nick you might as well join us,” you say, earning a loud, over exaggerated groan from matt, his arms tightening around your waist.

you think nick must oblige because he doesn’t say anything for a second, coming closer to the bed.

“move over, dummy fuck,” he says to chris, who laughs out loud and scoots closer to matt.

“i hate them,” matt whispers in your ear.

tags! @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears

[christinarowie332]

too risky ?

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

who would fold first ? and where ?

warnings: smut , language , public sex . slight pov switching . not proof read !

this is long as fuck i apologize but bare with the plot i swear

massive big fat shoutout to @mattenthusiast @iheart2021chris and @mattsd0ll for giving me the ideas for dis fic . love y’all 🤍

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3 days . that is how long it has been since chris and i have fucked . i am by no means a sex addict . but fucking lord i’m loosing my fucking mind .

me and chris along with his brothers decided to all take a last minute vacation to boston ; to stay with their parents. it’s the third day now and out of respect for his family i decided i wasn’t going to have sex with him in his house , i even decided to room with nick instead . we have spent the majority of this time in the house playing board games and making memories , however today we decided to go out for a meal , just the kids , justin included .

we picked a fancy restaurant but still on the more underground type , so as i’m getting ready i have no idea what im going to wear .

“chris ,baby! you can’t wear a fucking beanie!” i tease him , pulling the hat off his head as he walks past me while i’m studying my choices in his closet .

he turns around , watching me throw the beanie on the bed and ruffles his hair back into place , annoyance very openly painted on his face . “y/n , bro , my hair looks stupid i need it” he whines out , while plopping himself down on the edge of the bed , manspreading and adjusting himself and his cargo pants . i turn around , black slip on dress in hand smiling to him as i close the doors of his wardrobe and make my way between his legs .

“you look fine chris , your haircut is perfect , your outfit is perfect , your face is perfect….god your hot….” i say while situating myself standing between his legs , putting my fingers through his hair as his hands snake their way to my bare back , in a bra and shorts . he pulls me in closer , smirk growing on his face as i completely get lost in his features , the harsh above lighting making his cheekbone’s stand out, and his jawline sharper then ever . his half lidded eyes meeting mine , pupils dialated , completely black with need .

“quit being a tease y/n , you’re the one who made the rules.” his voice snaps me out of my trance , letting my hands fall from the back of his neck as i step away from him smiling .

i pull my shorts down so i’m in my underwear, watching myself in the mirror on his closet door , watching him watch me . my ass is fully in his face , a black thong being the only thing covering my body .“pass me my dress please baby” i say as i keep eye contact with him in the mirror , putting my hand out behind me before he places the silky material into my palm . i slip the dress on , the thin straps tickling my shoulders as i slowly pull them to their place , the thin material of my dress carefully falling over my curves. he watches my face in the reflective object as i do this , trying to keep from looking where he shouldn’t .

“can you do me up chris ?” i ask him innocently, referring to the sip resting against my spine . he gets up slowly and walks towards me . still looking in my fucking eyes . break chris .

his cold fingers graze my neck as he moves my hair slowly, i’m sure he can see my blood pumping rapidly in my jugular . the air is thick with tension , allmost suffocating as he slowly moves the zipper up to my neck , the first time his eyes have left mine to carefully pull the fastener up my back : wary to not pinch my skin in the metal. he meets my eyes again and i let out a breath . he puts his hands to my ear from behind me , moving my hair from my neck and moves his lips to the skin . hovering, he moves to my ear .

“I know what your doing baby”

his whisper sends a shock through my body , i inhale quickly, eyes twitching as he looks away and turns around to walk towards his bed . he lies down and puts his back against the head board , a sly smile forming as he puts am arm behind his head before speaking . “you look fucking amazing ma”

this is going to be a long night .

we finally make it to the restaurant, chris’s hand never leaving my waist , from the house , from the car , to the table . his hand only moves when we finally sit down ….to my thigh.

“what do y’all want , i’m craving a MEAN bowl of alfredo rn” nick says diverting my attention from chris’s thumb on my inner thigh , drawing small circles on the soft skin .

“nick your allways getting alfredo , this is no suprise” matt replies from across me .rolling his eyes at his older brother , skimming through the menu before continuing to speak. “imma get some gnocchi i think , the one y/n made the other night seriously changed my life” he says looking at me .

i smile and look at my own menu. “i cant decide between a ceaser salad …. or pesto gnocchi, i love them both i cant-“ i’m interrupted by nick slamming the table . everyone’s eyes on our own table and half the restaurant on him .

“this … y/n is why i love you- have i mentioned that ? because I LOVE YOU !” nick very loudly exclaims from opposite chris , leaning over the table , allmost knocking over our empty wine glasses .

“nick i think your mistaking your love for pesto with y/n , relax” chris replies nonchalantly, his voice emotionless and his face neutral .

we order our food and get lost in conversation, justin ordering the boys their soft drinks , him a jack and coke , me a red wine . our food comes and we all enjoy it , after nicks outburst i ordered pesto gnocchi. of course.

nick matt and justin get lost in a heated debate , the content of this conversation falls on deaf ears to me as i slowly feel chris’s hand move under my dress . his hands tightly placed on my inner thigh .

he moves his hand up towards my core and runs his fingers down the fabric of my underwear , earning a soft and allmost undetected gasp from me . allmost. he hears and moves his middle finger to my clit over my thong , gently running it up and down over the fabric . my hips jerk forward and my legs open subconsciously . my eyes snap to chris’s , silently pleading . his expression never changes , he just removes his gaze from me to his brothers . continuing his movements.

“i have to go to the bathroom.” i announce to the table , the conversation dies down as they all look towards me . i scrape my chair across the floor as i rise from my seat, pulling my skirt down and wiping out the creases.

he watches as i walk away before turning his head towards his brothers , meeting their confused and concerned faces .

“what?” he asks , now matching their expression , jumping from face to face .

“is she good?” justin asks while bringing is cup to his face , taking a sip with furrowed eyebrows .

“yeah is she allright?” matt asks , looking towards the disabled bathroom door .

“oh um , yeah she just isn’t feeling well …. i’ll go see if she’s okay” chris lies through his teeth before getting up and walking towards the bathroom door . his family accepts this and carry on their conversation.

chris knows the door and speaks “hey , it’s chris can i come in?” he asks sweetly . allmost immediately door swings open and i yank him by his shirt inside, i slam the door and lock it , pushing him against it .

his eyes are wide for a second, before they fall and a smirk grows on his lips . “giving up?”

“oh shut the fuck up and fuck me” i say before grabbing his neck and attaching my lips onto his . he allmost immediately reacts, grabbing my face and plunging his tongue into my mouth. he never once breaks the kiss and he walks us both over to the sink , my back hitting the ceramic object harshly , making me gasp allowing him more access to me as he explore my mouth with his tongue, no battle for dominance as his takes over while i place my hand over his dick over his pants. i break the kiss to jump on the sink counter, opening my legs to allow him to situate himself between them. he breaks the distance again , his hands move down from my neck to my hips as i wrap my legs around his waist .

i unbuckle his belt while my lips are on his , he pulls away and glances down at my hand and chuckles to himself at my eagerness .

“we gotta be quiet baby ok ? u sure u want to do this ?”. he asks while unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor . i nod and he tuts while angling his head . “i said quiet .not silent , use your words”

“yes , please , fuck me chris , please” i breathlessly ramble , nodding my head frantically as i kiss him again . not caring how pathetic i must look as i hurriedly pull down his boxers after breaking the kiss .

i watch as his dick basically springs up from where it was kept , pre cum basically dripping from the tip . seems he was just as eager . he pulls my dress up to my waist and allmost rips my thong from me , placing his hands down to my ass , pulling me to the edge of the sink counter .

he wastes no time slamming into me , a moan slipping from my lips before i slap my hand to my mouth . no preparation needed as i was practically overflowing with my own arousal . days of celibacy taking its tole very evidently . his thrusts start slow , both sensitive allready from days of wanting to be touched.

he relentlessly pounds into me , i have to drop my hand to the cold surface under me to keep me upright , he lets out quiet moans as i grind my hips slightly.

he attaches his lips to mine as he thrusts , to keep both of us from being loud , our lips muffling the whimpers but not the sound of our skin colliding as he shoves into me .

“fuck chris right there ,FUCK!” i allmost scream before realizing where i am and widen my eyes . his dick hitting a certain spot , pleasure filling my body .

“shut the fuck up and take it” he basically growls into my neck after his head collapses onto my shoulders . before removing it and grabbing my face harshly “you look so beautiful right now , look at yourself” he continues, pulling out for a second as he lifts me from the sink , turning my body around and bending me over the edge to look at my self in the mirror .

my hair is plastered onto my forehead with sweat and my cheeks are covered in blush , mascara completely covering my under eyes from squeezing pleasured tears away . i take the sight in before feeling him insert him self into me again , making me let out a moan too loud for his liking. his hand cups around my mouth as he hits from the back , his dick reaching deeper at the change in position.

“fuck i’m so close y/n , fuck , i’m-“ is all i hear as i clench around his cock , moaning into his hand . he cums deep into me as i do , both reaching our highs together .

his hips splutter against me , his chest heaving breaths before he pulls out and removes his hand from my mouth . we take a second to breathe , i lean against the counter before he throws over tissues . i clean myself up as he gets changed and helps me put on my thong .

“we need to start waiting a few days again holy fuck” he speaks as he opens the door to the bathroom and walks out .

i follow him to the table , watching as all three brothers around the table look at me with concern . chris notices my appearance, mascara and sweat still running down my face and speaks up .

“she threw up!”

“CHRIS?”

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needing this rn .

sorry for not posting i have literally been busyyyyy .

love yaa -🍼

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@mangosrar @azkabanstar @biimpanicking @strniohoeee @soursturniolo @kenzieiskoolaid @kvtie444 @cabincorematt @urmyslxt @mattenthusiast @mattsd0ll @iheart2021chris @parkerssecrets @littlebookworm803 @recklesssturniolo @lovingsturniolo @loveesiren @lustfulslxt @paper-crab @daddyslilchickenfingers @ermdontmindthisaccount @chrattnick @sturnphilia @bluesturniolo333 @lea0518 @chrisolivia4l

[kvtie444]

°•★ SOLO .4

a/n: this took so long omds, i luv this song Summary: reader moves to LA for work and becomes the sturniolos editor, but what happens when she falls for someone unexplected… Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, suggestive?

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His words echo relentlessly in my mind.

"What, have you never been fucked senseless before?".

I toss and turn in my bed, desperate to find sleep, but my shameless thoughts make it nearly impossible.

"Well, if you wanna cum so hard you can't walk the next day, you know where to find me."

I groan and reach for my phone, checking the date and time: Friday, 4:18 am. The reminder of the car video I still needed to edit for today weighs heavily on my mind. I groan again, sinking back against my pillows, but as I close my eyes, vivid daydreams of Chris kissing down my body flood my mind. I try to push them away, reminding myself that he's practically my boss. I groan once more and turn over, attempting to banish the tempting thoughts.

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Alone at the dining table, I stare blankly at my laptop screen, feeling the weight of the looming deadline for the car video. Nick had invited me over to make food and chill, providing a change of scenery from the unproductive comfort of my own bed. As he heads off for a shower, I'm left grappling with the hour-long footage I need to edit down for the video scheduled to go up in an hour.

But the task feels insurmountable. I doubt my ability to get the video out on time, and the guilt gnaws at me. One job, and I'm struggling to meet the deadline. I groan, running my hand over my face, pulling at the loose hairs that cover it. Exhaustion clouds my mind, sapping my motivation and focus. The pressure mounts swiftly, and I feel tears welling up against my palms as the overwhelming thoughts consume me. To make things worse, I could hear Chris and some girl he brought over downstairs.

As the door creaks open, I look up to see Matt entering the room, his expression filled with concern once he sees me. “Hey, hey, what’s going on” He walks over to me, his steps measured and gentle. With a comforting hand on my shoulder, he squeezes it reassuringly, his touch a balm to my frayed nerves. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I struggle to articulate my overwhelming emotions.

"I don’t know if this video will be ready on time, and it’s my only job, yet I messed it up," I manage to choke out, my voice trembling with suppressed sobs. Matt hushes me with a gentle shush, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down my arm. He murmurs words of reassurance, “You’re okay, everything okay, don’t worry about it”.

In that moment, I realize how fortunate I am to have Matt as a friend. His kindness and genuine concern envelop me, offering solace in the midst of my turmoil. I can't help but feel undeserving of his unwavering support.

My attention shifts to the stairs as I hear the sound of footsteps dragging themselves up them. Chris appears, clad in a black fresh love tracksuit, accompanied by some Instagram model wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, she walks to the fridge. Our eyes meet briefly through my bloodshot gaze, and I follow his movements as he leans against the counter.

“What’s up with you?” he mumbles, distractedly taking out his phone. Matt's glare intensifies, his jaw visibly clenched in annoyance. “It’s nothing, she’s fine,” he interjects on my behalf. I lower my gaze back to my keyboard, exhaling heavily.

As I focus on my editing, a flicker of movement catches my attention from the periphery of my vision. The girl leans in close to Chris, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers something indistinct, punctuated by a playful giggle. With a dismissive gesture, she walks away, her hips swaying enticingly. I grit my teeth in frustration, seething at Chris's blatant disregard for boundaries.

Chris, true to form, can't resist one final display of arrogance, delivering a sharp slap to the girl's ass as she departs. I roll my eyes at his juvenile antics, feeling a surge of irritation and jealousy wash over me.

Left alone with Matt and Chris, I attempt to refocus on my editing task, but Chris's immaturity proves to be a persistent distraction. He reaches over and grabs the screen of my laptop, dragging it back to sneak a peek at my progress. I suppress a sigh at his lack of respect for my workspace. I grab the screen back and pull back to its original position.

“You on your period or something?”

The room hangs heavy with the weight of his words, a dense fog of tension settling over us as silence reigns. My gaze rises to meet his, finding his eyes hooded, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Can you go back to fucking your little girlfriend and leave me the fuck alone?" I retort sharply, the words dripping with venom as they escape my lips. Matt's reaction is palpable, his jaw visibly dropping in astonishment at the exchange unfolding before him.

A shift occurs in Chris's demeanor, a subtle transformation that darkens the intensity of his gaze. He leans in closer, his hands pressing down on the by the sides of my laptop, effectively trapping me in his presence. "Why? You jealous princess?" he taunts, his voice laced with arrogance.

I meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down, and let out a scoff of disbelief. "Didn't seem so against it when we all went out for dinner," He continues. The realization of what he’s just said hits me like a ton of bricks, and I feel a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck.

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, breaking eye contact in a desperate attempt to deflect from the uncomfortable truth. His chuckle washes over me, his breath warm against my skin as he leans in closer, his teasing tone only serving to fuel my simmering anger.

"Don't speak to your boss like that," he teases, the words sending a surge of frustration coursing through me. My jaw clenches with determination, a silent vow forming in my mind as I refuse to allow him to undermine me any further.

"Chris, fuck off, you can’t say shit," Matt's voice cuts through the tension, gaining attention from all of us. They lock eyes for a fleeting moment before Chris releases a chuckle and retreats to his room.

I exhale a breath I didn't even realize I was holding as Matt rises from his seat and begins rummaging through his pantry, likely in search of a snack. Was this job really worth this much stress? Chris was hanging over me like a dark cloud adds another layer of stress I certainly didn't need. Did I even want to continue working under these circumstances?

Before I can entertain the thought further, a muffled sound interrupts our uneasy silence, causing both Matt and me to freeze in place. We exchange a glance, our expressions mirroring a mix of confusion. The sound repeats, growing louder and more distinct with each passing moment. It's unmistakably a moan.

My eyes squeeze shut in frustration and disbelief. Fucking Chris.

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It had been a day since the whole kitchen incident, and while I managed to get the video uploaded only five minutes late, the lingering tension still weighed on my mind. As I walked home with my coffee in hand, a sudden ring in my pocket caught my attention. Pulling out my phone, I saw that it was Laura calling. My stomach churned slightly with anxiety. What if Chris had said something petty about me that could jeopardize my job? I bit the inside of my cheek nervously before answering.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N! I'm in a rush right now, but I wanted to let you know that at the end of the month, I've booked tickets for Hawaii for you, Madi, and the boys. Obviously, this is a great opportunity for the boys to do some sort of vlog, but you deserve a trip like this," Laura's voice came through the phone, her excitement palpable. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of a trip to Hawaii, but the smile faded as the reality of potentially spending time with Chris sank in.

"Yeah, that's amazing! Thank you! I'll definitely be there," I replied, masking my hesitation with forced enthusiasm.

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[milaisreading]

Amnesia

Warnings ⚠️:Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What do you mean (Y/n) won't be at practice today?!" Reo yelled at the screen Ego was shown on as the rest of the team went into panic mode. Just this morning she was fine and had even gone to help out the U-20 coach. So what was the issue now?!

"Did something happen during training?" Isagi spoke up next as the others looked at Ego, expecting him to deny it, but silence only greeted them.

"I knew it! You can't trust an Itoshi!"

"Shut up, Baro!" Rin yelled at the taller as Bachira started shaking in rage, wondering what that team did now.

"Ego-san, I left (Y/n) in the infirmary-"

"ANRI!" Ego yelled at the woman, pointing at the screen, indicating that he was still talking to the boys.

"Infirmary?!" Kunigami and Aryu yelled and bolted out of the room, followed by Nagi and Chigiri.

"What happened?!" Hiori yelled out, angry and worried over the state their manager might be in.

"Just go to the infirmary and don't overwhelm (Y/n) when she wakes up." Ego rubbed his temples, watching as the boys ran out.

"Anri!"

"Y-yes?" The woman asked in worry as he pointed at the phone.

"Call Lavinho and inform him what is going on. Tell him to keep those brats out."

"Alright! But what will the punishment for Sendou and Shidou be?" The woman asked, shuddering as she watched Ego grin like a maniac.

"No." The Spaniard said as he stood in front of the door, not phased by the glares he was getting from Kunigami and Baro.

"But coach, please we need to see (Y/n)." Otoya argued as Niko chimed in.

"Plus,maybe she will be scared and need us to protect her, once she wakes up."

This earned a nod from Rin, Nagi and Aryu as Lavinho raised an eyebrow.

"In the infirmary? Protection from what?" The man asked as the group fell silent, unsure what to even say.

"Well... needless?" Kurona spoke up as Karasu and Yukimiya quickly nodded their heads. Lavinho facepalmed and was about to sho them away again, but got interrupted as Chris opened the door.

"(Y/n) is awake now." The blonde's words struck a nerve, causing Chigiri and Isagi to push past the two while they told them to stay outside.

"(Y/n)?!"

"Are you alright?!" The two asked as the girl and Noel looked at them. Their eyes widened when they saw a bandage around her head and the girl blinking at them.

"Uhm..." The girl muttered as she watched Aryu and Nagi run to her bed.

"Hey you two!"

"Don't scare my child like that, Nagi!" Chris scolded the albino, but was left completely ignored.

"Do I...do I know them?" (Y/n) asked Noel, pointing at the group.

"What?!" Baro and Karasu yelled in disbelief, causing Lavinho and Chris to send them warning glares.

"(Y/n)... she had a little accident and the doctors said she might have temporary amnesia." Noel explained as (Y/n) kept looking back and fourth between the coach and the boys. This sent a wave of mixed emotions through the group, one part was sad that she couldn't remember them, bit the other was ready to kill whoever was responsible for this.

"So, I know them?" (Y/n) asked again. Otoya cleared his throat and walked up to (Y/n), grabbing her hand gently.

"How can you not remember me, my dear? I am your boyfriend after all." Otoya said sadly. The words needed a minute to be registered in everyone's heads, but once they did all hell broke loose.

"I-I am sorry, I really don't remember you!" (Y/n) started panicking.

"Otoya!" The boy earned a slap from Nagi and Kunigami had to pull him away as Lavinho and Bachira sent him menacing looks.

"Otoya, to my office." Lavinho said, but Japanese boy paid him no mind.

'Her hand is so soft.' He thought.

"Now, before Chris ends up in prison for a murder charge..." Noel started, looking at his colleague, who was being held back by Chigiri and Reo.

"...(Y/n) over here won't be able to manage you guys as well as she usually did. So please, while she is working make it easy on her." The boys all nodded as Noel sighed, looking at Gagamaru and Isagi.

"Isagi, Gagamaru, you two will be assisting (Y/n) while she is in this state. Got it?"

The two nodded their heads, earning protests from the others.

"What about us?! We can do just as well of a job!"

"Loki was the first one to say that Rin and Karasu won't be left alone with her. And Bachira is too wild and Otoya...well." Lavinho finished, pulling a little harder on the said boy's ear.

"What?! I can be calm too! Give me a chance, Lavinho!" Bachira yelled.

"And how are Rin and I not capable of taking care of (Y/n)?!" Karasu asked in agitation.

"Don't put me in the same place as these lukewarms. Isagi, stop cozying up to (Y/n)!"

"She is scared of you all yelling." Isagi deadpaned as (Y/n) hid behind him and Gagamaru, meanwhile the group grew louder, arguing with their coaches as to why they can't protect her.

"Thank you, Kunigami?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrow, hoping she got his name right. The orange-haired boy sent her a short smile as they walked down the hallway and he carried the box of footballs she was supposed to bring to Loki.

"That's right, you are really getting the hang of it. I am sure your memories will come back soon too." Kunigami praised, causing (Y/n)'s face to heat up a little.

"I hope so too! It's really annoying how everyone knows me and I don't remember anyone..." (Y/n) said sadly as Kunigami nodded his head.

"I can only imagine, but you will soon figure it out. Don't worry."

"You think so? Thank you-" The sweet moment got destroyed by Isagi and Gagamaru as they ran at Kunigami.

"You bastard, why did you lock us in the closet?"

"Snake!" Gagamaru added as they stopped in front of them, panting while Kunigami rolled his eyes.

"You guys were locked up?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrow as Isagi nodded his head.

"Yeah... if it wasn't for Chris-san, we would still be in there." The blue-eyed boy explained, just in time when Ego's voice was heard, calling for Kunigami to visit him in the office.

"And here? Do you remember this?" Hiori wondered as Kurona showed her a picture they took after a match with Bastard München. Isagi and Gagamaru were sitting on either side of (Y/n) as she observed Kurona's phone and eating her lunch. Gagamaru kept on glaring at Nagi and Reo, who were trying to approach the table, meanwhile Isagi was avoiding the stink eyes from Rin and Baro.

"I am sorry, I really can't remember anything. This was after a game with..."

"With Manshine, well it was a practice game." Kurona clarified as Hiori quickly spoke up.

"Don't worry! We have more pictures and videos."

"Maybe try showing (Y/n) the video she took of us during our match with the U-20?" Gagamaru offered as he received a side-eye from Hiori.

"You just want her to see your goalkeeper skills."

"So?"

"Uhh! Show her my winning goal!" Isagi added in as (Y/n) looked excitedly at Kurona and Hiori, both not having the heart to say no to her. While (Y/n) was watching the videos, giving Gagamaru and Isagi occasional compliments, the two boys sent each other triumphant looks.

'Lucky...'

'I wonder how it feels like to be praised like this by (Y/n)...'

"Nagi, Reo... what are you two doing?" The duo froze dead in their spots and looked at their coach Chris, who was looking ready to murder someone. Currently Nagi was laying (Y/n)'s lap while while Reo was laying his head on her shoulder. Chigiri sent the two a smirk, happy that Chris was mad at them now.

'Serves them right, they forced me to distract Gagamaru and Isagi, only for them to monopolize (Y/n)'s time.' The redhead thought.

"Get off you two, time for training." Chris said calmly as Reo tightened his grip on (Y/n).

"We just finished with the training!"

"Yeah, I am sleepy."

Chris felt his fists clench and his smile tighten.

"Get up you two, (Y/n) probably doesn't need you two annoying her."

"I don't mind. Noel-san said I have the afternoon off." (Y/n) defended the two.

"Can you comb my hair then? You do this all the time!" Chigiri cheered as (Y/n) nodded her head.

'These three...'  Chris felt his eye twitch while observing the trio sending them warning glares from time to time.

"Ouch!" (Y/n) yelped as she held her forehead in pain. Rin and Baro froze in their spots as they felt Loki and Snuffy sent daggers their way. The Ubers and PXG had a practice match and (Y/n) was called over to help out with some things as Aryu and Niko kept a close eye on her. The duo were sadly too focused on her to notice Baro, Rin and Karasu getting into a argument on the field. It ended up being bad enough to provoke Baro to kick the ball Rin's way, only for him to carelessly kick it away. It wasn't a gentle kick either, so when it did hit (Y/n), the girl felt like fainting again.

"(Y/n)!" Aryu yelled as him and Niko ran up to her. Snuffy took a deep breath as Loki inspected her head.

"Baro, to my office." The Italian coach said, causing the other players on the Ubers team to shiver in fear.

"It doesn't look too bad, but I think she should go to the infirmary." Loki said as Niko helped (Y/n) up.

"Alright, Aryu and Niko, you two bring (Y/n) to the infirmary and call Noel." The two boys nodded, watching as Snuffy walked up to where Baro was.

"Karasu, Rin. Come with me." Loki said with a tight smile, causing the duo to gulp.

"No."

"But-"

"No Yukimiya, I don't care what any of you have to say. Until (Y/n) isn't better, she is not seeing or talking to any of you. Did I make myself clear?" Noa asked, glaring at Yukimiya, Kurona and Kunigami.

"But what if she needs anything?"

"Anri is there to help her. You guys aren't safe for her to recover. We don't want another incident like the one hours ago."

"But we could-"

"Off to training, Kurona!" The trio flinched as they heard Ego's yelling from the speakers and sighed, opting to retreat for now.

[dreamtinblackandwhite]

A Dog's Best Friend

chris evans x female!reader summary: Dodger finds his best friend - Chris finds... someone.

note: this is my first fic for Mr. C. Evans :) I'm still going back and forth on if this will be a full series or if it will be a series of one shots but if will for sure have multiple parts! let me know your thoughts and opinions please!

warnings: meet cute, little bit of fluff, Chris falls hard and fast, swearing

word count: 2262

“Come on, Dodger!” I call to my rescue boxer-mutt as he trots back towards me with his skunk toy. Normally, he is very good at fetch but today he continued to be distracted by the golden retriever who was playing near him. I really can’t blame him though, I am equally as distracted by the owner of this dog.

Stop staring, I remind myself as I force my eyes to Dodger again. I kneel down as he gets closer so I can wrestle the toy away. I watch from the corner of my eye as the girl nearby tosses her dogs ball out into the distance; she’s got an arm, that’s for sure.

Dodger’s wet nose bumping into my face was his subtle reminder that I should be looking at him and not anyone else. “Okay, buddy,” I laugh as I stand up. I toss the skunk off in the same direction as before and watch Dodger happily chase after it.

While I wait for Dodger to come back, I easily fall into the enthralling trap this stranger yielded. I wonder if I’d ever seen her hair color on another person before – the sun really catches it perfectly, illuminating the multitude of different hues and shades that dance between each strand. I wonder what she does for work; her outfit didn’t give too much of a hint: blue jeans that were cuffed at the ankle just above a tan pair of boots with a grey-green shirt tucked into the waist with a long tan coat tossed over the top of it all and loosely tied closed at the front. It was a simple outfit, but nice enough in imply she was going somewhere next; unlike my black joggers paired with a grey workout shirt, white running shoes, a green windbreaker, and a Boston Bruins cap.

I watch her kneel down to greet her pup, “this isn’t yours, silly!” She exclaims, tugging at the skunk that hung from his mouth. Wait, skunk?  I look down at Dodger now who sat patiently looking up at me with a ball in his mouth, his tail wagging a thousand miles a minute.

I laugh as I gently take the ball from him; he licks my hand in thanks. “You are such a good wing-man, buddy,” I praise with a gentle pat to his head. I stand straight now, tugging my cap a little bit lower over my eyes to hopefully save the awkwardness of her knowing me immediately and flattening out any wrinkles that may have formed in my jacket.

I walk closer to her as she searches the park for the possible skunk owner. Dodger follows happily at my side, his eyes trained to the ball in my hand. “I think our pups got a bit confused,” I open, trying to keep my voice welcoming and charming; I hold the ball up and give my wrist a slight twist.  

She blushes immediately and moves to close more distance between the two of us, reaching her hand forward with the skunk. “I’m sorry about that; I’d say he doesn’t do this often, but that would be a lie,” she grins at me as we trade toys. I wet my lips before grinning back at her, her smile was gorgeous. She is gorgeous. Her eyes seemed to carry specks of a thousand different shades in them and were piercing against the sun that had begun to rise. “He’s got a bad habit of stealing.”

I laugh gently and shrug my shoulders, waving off the apology for her dog. “Don’t worry about it,” I reassure, looking down at Dodger at my feet. “I’m sure it was a mutual trade.” I try to control my expression as I glance back to the girl in front of me, my mind racing with a thousand different observations and questions. I think she chews her lip when she was nervous; even now she had the bottom right corner tucked into her teeth, her jaw flexing slightly as her eyes searched mine. Is she a coffee or tea person? She has really pretty eyes. Does she like road trips? Movies at home or in the theatre? God… her eyes.

“Dodger, right?” She asks, a small smirk playing at her lips as she steps back to toss the ball for her dog. My eyes widen by a sliver as a blush creeps over my cheeks, I’ve been made. I should have introduced myself right away, why try to hide it? Now it just seems like I was intentionally hiding from her – I don’t want to hide from her. Does she think it’s weird for me to be who I am? What if she hates my movies and, in turn, me?

“Uh- y-yeah,” I stutter embarrassed as I turn away and toss the toy for Dodger to run after.

“So, you’re Chris Evans’ dog walker, then?” She asks, her voice carrying the smallest glint of teasing. I smirked softly, looking back at her feeling slightly more comfortable after clocking the joke. Maybe my social status didn’t matter to her. That was nice; most people would have thrown a fit by now.

“Evans couldn’t afford my dog-walking fees,” I joke, winking at her. Did you just wink? What the fuck was that? Are you stupid?

She laughs, her chin falling towards her chest and one hand covering her mouth. The sound literally brought goosebumps to my skin and a warm tightness to my chest. I gulp as I try to control the smile on my face. Keep it friendly, not creepy. “I’m Y/N,” she introduces, sticking her hand out for me to shake. Y/N…

I feel my smile grow slightly as I took her hand in mine, giving her a polite handshake. “Chris,” I reply, keeping my voice cool and collected. Should I have let go of her hand already? How long do you normally shake someone’s hand? How long have we been shaking hands? It feels like hours – her skin is so soft and her hand is so small. I don’t want to let go – what is happening to me?!

She dropped her hand to take the ball from her dog again, tossing it off. I squeezed my now empty hand into a fist, containing her warmth to my palm. Calm down, she’s just a stranger in the park… with a beautiful name and beautiful eyes. “If I’m being honest, I recognized Dodger before you,” she explains as I bend down to grab Dodger’s toy and toss it. “So, either you have this whole ‘Clark Kent’ thing down solid or your dog is more famous than you. I’ll let you decide whichever helps you sleep better at night.”

It’s my turn to laugh, hard, my hand cradling my ribs as I do. It felt freeing and relaxed. I took a few deep breaths as I look back at her. “Thank you for that,” I chuckle, “I need to be humbled now and again.” She grinned at me as the dogs trotted back over to us. I knelt down and held my hand out towards her pup. “And, what’s your name?” I asked in a puppy voice as I scratched his ears.

“Oh god,” she mumbled slightly, covering her eyes embarrassed. I look up at her confused, taking the ball and tossing it off before doing the same for Dodger. “I have never been embarrassed about his name before this moment…” she grumbled, giving me a sheepish grin as I stood back up next to her.

“You’ve got me on the edge of my seat, Y/N,” I laugh softly, suddenly feeling anxious for very different reasons. Did she notice how you basically just moaned her name? You are being fucking creepy, dude.

“His name is Thanos,” she grumbles, hiding her face again. I burst out laughing again, leaning forward and resting my hands on my knees. “I didn’t think I’d meet anyone from the MCU when he was a baby!” She defends before starting to laugh herself.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh,” I breath out between chuckles as I try to control myself.

She shook her head at me. “No, please,” she giggles as her hands hide her blushing face again. “It is pretty funny.”

“I guess I’m just disappointed it’s not Rogers or Captain,” I grin at her as the pups came running back to us. “Hi, Thanos!” I cheer, kneeling down to scratch his head again. Dodger, realizing I was busy, went straight to Y/N. She happily bent down to give him so belly rubs before tossing his skunk off – I did the same for Thanos.

“Oh, you’ll just love his brother and sister then…” Y/N mumbles, looking at me embarrassed still.

“What do you mean?” I ask as I straightened up.

“Two cats… Loki and Nebula,” she grins, laughing at herself. Even if I didn’t actually find what she said funny, I’d still be laughing with her. It was contagious, I couldn’t imagine anyone hearing her laugh and not joining in.

Dodger and Thanos returned to our feet quicker this time, yipping at us to stop laughing. “Sorry, guys,” Y/N sighs as she bent down to toss Thanos’ ball. I went to do the same for Dodger but he growled and backed away, wagging his tail as he looks up at Y/N.

“What in the world?” I laugh softly; Y/N bent down and easily took the toy away from him to toss. “Traitor!” I call out as Dodger chased away. “It’s because you’ve got a better arm than me,” I wink again, looking back at Y/N. She blushed and looked down at her feet nervously; she’s adorable when she’s flustered. “So, where are you from?” I ask maybe a little too excitedly.

“What do you mean?” She counters, giving me a pointed look. “I was born and raised here in Boston.” Her serious resolve quickly faded to a grin as she heard the horribly fake accent come from her lips.

“No offense,” I laugh, setting a hand back on my chest to try to comfort my heart that was doing summersaults. “But never do that again.” Always do it – it was adorable.

“Noted,” she chuckles softly. “I am from a super small town in Wisconsin, moved here about a year and a half ago.”

“Ah, Wiz-cahn-sin, eh?” I countered, putting my own midwestern accent into use.

“That’s not fair,” Y/N laughs, playfully pushing my shoulder; I felt the warmth of her skin radiate through my jacket. “It’s part of your job to be able to do accents.”

I smirk at her as I held my hands up defensively. “You’re right,” I admit my defeat happily after seeing her smile. “What’s it like? I have never been to much of the Midwest.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” she smiles, tossing both dogs toys now that Dodger was completely ignoring me. “It’s pretty much just farm land everywhere you look, but the people and weather are pretty similar to Massachusetts. Just take all the history from Boston, Salem, and Plymouth and replace it with red-necks, corn, and beer and it’ll be like a typically Tuesday night for me.”

This woman seems to have quite the knack for making me laugh; I can’t remember the last time I laughed so genuinely with someone, it was nice. “What brought you to Boston, then? Needed a break from the red-necks?” I guess with a small smirk.

“Always need a break from the red-necks,” she grins at me. “I got a job at Tufin as a senior project manager for their cybersecurity department. It took me a bit farther from my family than I had planned, but it’s been a welcome change.” I study her facial expression for a moment, she looked sad but not in a bad way. She missed her family, I think.

“It must be hard, being so far away from them,” I glance at her as she tossed the ball for Thanos before he got distracted by wrestling with Dodger playfully. “Do you get home to see them a lot?” Take it slow, play it cool…

“Not really,” she shrugged her shoulders with a sad smile now. “It’s hard to get off work, and the flights aren’t exactly cheap.” She anxiously ran a hand through her hair again. “Holiday’s and special occasions mostly.”

Hug her. Wait, no! Don’t do that, that’s creepy. Fuck, how can I comfort her? Dodger happily rolled onto his back as Y/N scratched his stomach, Thanos was off in the distance chasing a few butterflies. A soft ring echoed from her watch, she frowns as she shut it off.

“Fuck, it’s already 8:30…” she mumbles; I look around anxiously, zipping my coat up and tugging my cap lower onto my forehead. Normally, I would have already made it home by now and avoided any extra interactions. “T!” She calls out with two sharp taps to her hip; Thanos came running at the command. “I’m sorry, I have to drop him off at home before work.” She looked at me apologetically, her smile didn’t reach her eyes fast enough to hide her disappointment.

I felt a pang at my heart as we both clipped the dog’s leashes onto their collars. “Of course,” I smile at her to reassure her, though I doubted it hid my disappointment either. “It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.” Y/N…

“It was nice to meet you too, Chris,” she grinned before turning away and clicking her tongue for Thanos to follow. Wait, don’t go…

“Y/N!” I called out before she got too far away. “I’ll be back here at 7 tomorrow, if you – I mean, uhm…” I stuttered, fuck, fuck, fuck.

She giggled softly and bit her lip, god how beautiful. “I will see you tomorrow then, Chris.”

[evrithingbagel]

Hostage m.s pt.3

Summary: after cleaning up post-breakup, you take a trip down memory lane

Word count: 0.9k

A/n: apologies for taking so long, I have many more fics coming, along with a part 4 (watch me cook next part)

pt.1 <- pt.2 <-

And nothing hurts when I’m alone

I can feel the air leave my lungs as my mouth hangs open only the slightest. I stare at the blonde girl, who is she? Her hand rests loosely on Matt’s arm as she looks up at him with a pouty yet smug expression. She knows what she’s doing, and she’s doing it well.

Matt stands there, his eyes wide as he shoots a look of “oh shit.” my direction.

“Matt, I said who is t-“

I turn around quickly before the blonde can say anything that makes my heart shatter even more. I start quickly walking back, tears falling down my face in a feeling of embarrassment and pain. Did he really set me up like that?

The cold air stings the tears on my cheeks as I pace home quickly. When I make it back to my apartment I carelessly throw my jacket somewhere on the floor, kicking off my shoes in the process.

I fall onto my bed, stuffing my face into a pillow. The looks of regret in his eyes as the blonde girl walked over is stained in my mind. The way she looked at him, how he looked at her, how close…

My thoughts are cut off by the feeling of several tears flowing down my face. My lungs feel like they are caving in with every breath, and my throat closing up. I choke out my breath several times as I cry out the burning feeling of hatred.

I roll over and turn the TV on in an attempt to numb away the pain. The muffled show plays in the background as I roll onto the floor, curling up into a small ball. The soft sheets feel comforting against my skin, the pillow suffocating my breathe

Why would I even give him a second chance?

Why did I actually think he would take me back?

I can’t help myself but to open my phone and scroll through his story. I start looking from the day we ended things, remembering how awful that day was.

As I scroll through all his posts, a specific one catches my attention. It seems quite recent, only a few days ago.

As I open the image and click through the photo dump, I see a photo of him holding a game controller. Chris must’ve taken the photo.

I zoom in closer on the photo, my eyes locked on his loving and goofy smile. I remember when he used to look at me like that. While I’m zooming in on the post, I notice his hand.

The ring.

He’s wearing the ring he gave me on our 1 year anniversary, a promise ring. It’s silver with a beautiful opal heart in the center. It has a small glint in the light. He’s still wearing it, but why?

I can’t even think straight. why would he wear that ring, try to meet up, but then bring his “new girl”?

My legs are moving on their own, standing up off the floor and collecting myself. I brush my hair and put on the shoes and jacket I kicked off not even hours ago. I open the door of my apartment to feel the cold winter air flow in, sending shivers through my body.

—

I walk up the stone footpath, meeting myself infront of the tall brown door I used to open almost daily. I reach my hand up to knock and freeze.

What am I doing?

I hesitantly knock my hand onto the door, taking a few steps back after. I wait for not even 20 seconds and the door is opened. Thankfully, I’m standing infront of Matt.

“Matt we need to talk.”

“I know.”

He drags me into the house and up to his room, still tidy and neat as always. I sit down on the silk sheets he has draped across his bed. I distract my mind from the memories of when I used to be in this room.

I can tell he’s nervous. His fingers fiddle with his silver rings, the ring. He’s slightly shaking and the feeling of wanting to comfort him overwhelms me, but I’m not here for that.

“I-“ Matt starts but I quickly cut him off. “Who is she?” I weakly say.

Matt sighs and sits down next to me. He looks so defeated and upset.

“M…my ex..” he looks up at me with glossy eyes.

His ex?

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The hotel is raucous. The cafe owner comes in with another empty tray of toothpicks and used paper plates. She looks tired. Katherine's already found her way to the party as you hide in the back and guard the cart. You should try to do more.

“Um, can I help?” You step forward, twiddling your fingers.

“Sure,” she dumps the contents of the tray into the bin, “do you mind running out the bruschetta?”

She points to another tray and you nod. You don't particularly want to brave the hordes, especially as their voices combat the pulsing volume of the music. Yet you'd feel worse letting her do all the work, especially when you begged for a chance just to help.

You push through the swinging door and creep down the hall. You peer into the banquet hall and gulp. You try to urge yourself to wade into the sea of people but waver. You can do this.

You press on, head down, set on the line of tables across the room. You stay against the wall, shying away from bodies and drunken voices. It's so crowded you wonder if all the guests are from the village.

You get to the x on the map and set down the tray. You exhale in triumph and shake off your nerves. You did it and it wasn't that hard.

As you turn, you stagger back, barely keeping from hitting the table behind you. You gulp as Chris stands amid the partiers without a care at how they bump into him. He stares you down with arms crossed, a dangerous glint on his blue eyes.

A pair of girls gab as they pass between you and you hide behind them as you head back across the room. You duck, trying not to give yourself away, and nearly sprint down the short hallway to the kitchen.

As you burst through the door, you find the manager gone. You're alone in the empty kitchen just staring at a crooked tray on the counter. Maybe there was an emergency. You shudder as you try to figure out what to do. You can tidy until she gets back.

You take the tray and add it to the stack. You gather up the loose cutlery and put it in the container. The party buzzes as you focus on the simple tasks.

A tray clatters and startles you. You whip around to look at it as it slides on the floor. Your eyes crawl up to the figure across from you, the door gently falling back into the frame. Chris arches a brow as he tilts his head.

“There you are, sweetness,” he growls, “you running away from me… again?”

Your eyes round, “no, I… I'm working–”

“Mhmm,” he clicks his tongue, “and what about the cafe, huh? You sure did your best to avoid me.”

“No, I… I was interviewing for this job,” you squeak, “I didn't mean to–”

“Didn't mean to,” he struts forward, “excuses…” he walks along the other side of the counter, “excuses,” he rounds the corner, “excuses.”

You back away from him as your insides bubble to a boil. He tuts as he comes closer as you stumble on your heels. He grabs the straps of your apron and spins you against the fridge.

He pins you there, snarling as his irises flair hotly, “wasn't I supposed to take you on a date?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, but–”

His hand wanders along your shoulder as his other trails down to your chest, “this isn't exactly what I had in mind but it'll have to do…” he bites his lip as he leers at your squirming body, “I like the apron… it's cute… I'll get you a nicer one, hm? Something frilly?”

“Chris, sir, I… I'm working–”

He claps his palm over your mouth and hushes you. The fridge is cold against your scalding back. His hand descends further and further, slipping beneath the apron and along the top of your black jeans. You squeak as his gaze bores into you.

You grab his bicep but don't push him away. He's too strong to fight and you know it. He slides his hand down the front of your pants, crushing you as he stretches his arm into the denim. He hooks his hands between your legs urging them apart with his knee.

He curls his fingers against your panties and rumbles with delight as he pets you through the fabric. You whimper, eyes glossing as you stand frozen in shock. He lowers his head, resting his forehead against yours as he rocks his hand.

You murmur into his rough palm as he rolls your clit between two fingertips, the friction burning from the dry fabric. Wetness slowly rises, easing his touch as he plays with you. You quiver and squeeze his thick muscle as your pelvis tightens and your thighs tingle.

Even through your fear, it feels good. Your breath puffs over fingers as you cling to him, legs trembling as he toys with you so easily. You close your eyes and he slips his hand down to grip your chin.

“No more hiding,” he snarls, “look at me.”

You obey, bracing the fridge with your other arm as your body threatens to collapse. He moves his finger along the crease of your legs as delves beneath your panties. He flicks and swirls and rolls your tender bud until you're mewling.

“Bad girls don't usually get treats,” he sneers as your voice warbles, “but I'll show you what good girls get and maybe then you'll shape up.”

He rubs harder, faster, until you're senseless and babbling. Your hand falls onto his chest and you moan into a whine. A flash of delight swells in you and bursts at once.

“You gonna be a good girl,” he taunts as he continues to play with you, “or you wanna see what a bad girl gets?”

[leewekwert]

It was a normal day at the 118 for the most part. If anything a strangely quiet day. Everyone was sat down for dinner as Buck fantasized about Bobby’s Mac and cheese tuning everyone out.

“BUCK!” A voice shouted. He didn’t need to process the voice he immediately knew who said it. With a quick glance around the table looking for his boy he finds Christopher. He stands up and Chris runs into his arms. There is a moment where buck wants to remind him that his dad is in fact with them but they all knew that. Whatever the reason he was there for he was there for Buck and no one questioned it. Well buck did a little.

“What’s going on?” Buck asked suspiciously. If you asked Buck he would tell you your wrong but everyone else saw the way bucks hands and eyes roamed over Chris’ small figure. Panic, worry, and admiration seeping through his gaze like a dam breaking loose.

“I asked Carla to bring me here.” Chris smiled up at Buck. Almost proud he convinced the woman to bend to his will. Little does he know Chris could have called Buck and he would pick him up himself. Buck knows he needs to not be the fun guy right now though.

“Christopher you can’t leave school cause you wanna come here. You could have head over after school but I need you to understand that school is very important.” Buck didn’t think too much about what he was saying because to be honest he was saying it to remind himself. It had been a while since he had last seen him. For the last few weeks it has been ft and phone calls at night but that was it.

“Buck. You need a couch before you say anything like that to me again.” The attitude in those words was one hundred percent his dad. As he tried to remember the last time he made a joke like that he calls Carla to the table and pulls a seat beside him for his kid.

“Are you here just to humiliate me? Your dad has that covered.” He shoots a playful glare at Eddie. Eddie isn’t paying attention to the words spoken just the way Buck and Chris are interacting. Like it’s a new thing he has never experienced.

“No. I want you to hear me out before you say anything,” Christopher starts slowly, “ I was talking with some friends and they mentioned that their parents let them stay a week or so at their other parents house and I wanna stay with you for a week.” Chris cautiously starts. He doesn’t feel how Buck stopped breathing. He doesn’t see the shock on chim and Henriettas face. He doesnt see the way Bobby and Carla look at Buck. He doesn’t notice the way Eddie looks at him. “You can clearly take care of me: you did it when dad was shot. I think I can handle the snoring. I miss you and I haven’t seen you in forever and it feels like you’re leaving and I can’t handle that buck. I can’t loose you too.” For all the things Chris ignores, Buck can’t ignore the tears in Chris’ eyes as the words roll off his tongue.

“Chris… they are talking about their mom and dads. You have a mom and you have a dad. If you miss me just come over. I will make a weekend of it and you can take my bed and I will take the couch okay. I just need you to remember I am not trying to be a replacement for your dad. I’m not your father Chris but trust me your dad is so lucky to be yours. Leaving you….leaving you isn’t an option for me. You’re my soul. As soon as I met you I knew there was never gonna be a choice I make where you weren’t involved.” Buck tried not to look at the young man. He just couldn’t. He needed him to know that he would never ever leave. The images of all the people who left him flash through his mind and when the idea of Chris came about he couldn’t breathe. It’s not normal to care this much for a kid that’s not your own. He doesn’t think of him as a nephew or a brother but he is still the most important person in his life.

“What’s a dad buck?” It wasn’t a genuine question. But he wanted a genuine awnser.

“A dad. That is the person who fights for you. You know he is always on your team. If you’re in a bad situation you know he will drop everything just to get to you. He loves you endlessly and supports you through everything. From homework to bailing you out of jail. You know he will never intend to harm you and will kill anyone who tries.” Chris’ arms are around him and he is shaking. Buck holds him not coming close to understanding what’s going on but knowing what he needs. If he wants to tell him he will.

“The tusnami, you thought you didn’t protect me.” Chris remembers the way Buck tried to save others. Buck remembers going to Bobby’s that night and sobbing against him while Athena reassured him how his boy was safe at home. Buck had rambled nonsense the entire night about what could have happened. He is brought back to reality by the small hands on his face. Holding steady, the way you would approach a stray dog. Unsure of if you’re going to scare it off or not. Turning his body to face Christopher’s he takes his hands and places it on his heart. Remembering the way Maddie used to do that to show that her heart was his. The same way Bucks heart is his. “You saved me over and over again. When I went overboard I thought that was it. You jumped though. You came after me to find me. You did everything you could to keep me with you. When my dad was in the hospital you didn’t leave me to go with Carla. You immediately took care of me. I hear the comments people make. That you are a kid yourself. You can’t be a dad.” Buck knows it’s irrational but hearing these words come out of a Diaz’s mouth hurts. He can’t be a dad for someone. For Christopher he can be though. If that’s how he wants buck he will give him that part. “You bake goods and help me with my homework and tell me to get ready for school and love me no matter what I say or do and losing you is as scary as losing my dad. I had three parents and now I have two.” Christopher trails off looking around. Now he notices everyone. All the tears streaming down peoples faces and the shock and awe of Christopher’s heart being pulled out of his chest and gently being placed with Bucks.

“You and your dad have parts of me I never knew existed. This is just another one. Being a dad is something I can’t even imagine. But being anything less to you is even harder. Buddy, any way you guys want me I will give you. As long as you guys want me. I don’t want you to just say this cause you miss me though. If you miss me, tell me. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” He whispers to Chris. Buck isn’t whispering because he doesn’t want other people hearing. He physically can’t talk normally. His heart is in his throat and he doesn’t want to talk he just wants to hold him. Chris wants to talk so that is what he will do.

“Buck…. Will you be my dad?” Christopher pulls a cheap little ring that you get out of dispensers out of his pocket. Just like that, if there was any hesitation at all about being this kids dad it’s gone. The smile on his face as he tries not to laugh at his own joke makes him want to scream from the Hollywood sign that Christopher Diaz is his son and he is coparenting with Edmundo Diaz.

“Yes!” He screams dramatically matching Christopher’s smile tooth for tooth.

After an hour of everyone talking Carla and Chris leave. When Buck goes to lay down on the couch the 118 meet him there. They surround him on the floor and furniture while he thinks about what just happened.

“He called you his dad.” Eddie breaks the silence. To afraid to say anything he sits silently waiting for Eddie to continue. “Move over, Evan.” The name makes the silence deadly. The last time he called him that they were talking about him being Christopher’s legal guardian.

“I’m not gonna hurt him Edmundo.” Buck says with a slight edge to his voice. This was the first time Buck has ever called him that and Eddie ignores the ping in his chest of happiness. The 118 watches them, eyeing Buck… studying Eddie….

“I made you his legal guardian. I viewed you as his other dad before anyone else. I just want to know how you feel.” Eddie places his hand on Bucks shoulder. His thumb on his jugular feeling the steady yet slightly racing pulse beating through his body from that one inch.

“Nothing changed. He just went for the title.” Buck shoots Eddie a teasing smile replaying his words from the kitchen.

[ratataque127]

Where reader does a crime and might have ta serve time (maybe)

Neuvilette x reader

"I see that you're back here again mon chéri. Is this the sixteenth time this week?" He sighed as he viewed your beautiful figure seated and ready for your daily rant and scolding.

"What was it this time?" He attempted not to roll his eyes, annoyed by your misbehaviour, But the fondness towards you outweighed such.

you being you however, obviously did not catch onto that.

"You've got to hear me out Neuvi. This time I'm actually in the right!"

"mhm" he hummed sarcasticly.

"So this morning I was with my crew and as you may know I have a business of selling...you know... The good good stuff.. Mauve herb" You started off to which he sighed in reply.

"But in the mist of selling my 'get happy inhaler' some guards caught me and demanded that I handed over my herb to them....AND GET THIS RIGHT. THEY WANTED IT FREE OF CHARGE!"

The man got comfortable in his seat, knowing that this was going to be a long story.

"SO I GAVE HIM A PIECE OF MY MIND, NEUVILETTE. I told him that 'i am not going to give you nothin unless u paying buddy' and suddenly he and his friendie, Chris or wtv. (He looked like a Chris) got mad and flipped over my table of herb, calling it 'ILLEGAL'

That stunned the prosecutor only for a moment , before he went back to his cool and nonchalant persona.

"So I was like: 'Ass up bitch, cuz when I'm done wit you, trust. me. U ain't gonna even be able to walk' before I pulled out my lil vision and showed him (not Chris cuz Chris was kinda nice) who was boss."

You finally ended off with a confident gleam in your eye as though you saved the planet.

"You do realize that you were in the wrong , right...chéri?" Was the first words he spoke to you as you completed your side of the story.

Of course you was, but that didn't stop Your jaw from dropping.

"Excuse me mr! I'll have you know that I was saving the world from a corrupt society of individuals whom were taking advantage of their position to rob the poor. THEY ONLY CONSIDERED MY SERVICE ILLEGAL AFTER I TOLD THEM NO TO FREE 'HAPPY HERB'."

he sighed heavily "And although I understand chéri... Selling weed is indeed illegal. I can't really assist you out of this one..." The man concluded feeling the least but sorry for you.

You couldn't help but grow angry at each word which left his mouth as hot tears butchered your vision,that being, until he stood up from his seat and squatted in front of you.

"I apologize, that the world must be unfair chéri, but unfortunately I must abide by the rules of such.." he soothed, as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Tell you what.... I'll get you some ice cream on the way to the cell? Would that please you, my love?"

I take requests guys😔

[lolahasmoxie]

our story will be different - E.M.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x y/n

Count - 988 words

Warning - angst, but ends in fluff.

Notes - Popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Also, thanks for loving the last couple of head cannons I wrote. You sure do know how to make a hyper-fixated gal feel special.

Cold sheets woke Eddie up at the ungodly hour of 3:27 am. He grumbled to himself as he got out of your warm bed. Peeking his head out of the bedroom, he could see a faint light in the kitchen. Well, that was one mystery solved. Usually, you slept like the dead; once you were out, you were out until the sun's rays started to burn into your bedroom.

He silently padded down the hallway, not wanting to startle you, and felt a slight smile on his lips as he spied on you. You were seated at the small table, a mug of steaming tea in your hand. You were wearing his old boxers and an oversized shirt you had stolen from your dad when you were a pre-teen. On your feet were the slouchy socks Wayne had gifted you for Christmas. His heart felt like it could burst; anyone who saw him would immediately peg him for the love-dumb fool that he was.

His happiness at seeing you was shortlived when he noticed the thousand-yard stare in your eyes. You didn't have that look when you came home, even though he could tell something was off. You had been out with some of your girlfriends. Your best friend had received a new promotion, and it had been a while since you'd all had the chance to let loose and catch up. You had come home shortly after midnight, buzzed and adorably affectionate the way you were when you had one too many. You had quickly given him the highlights of your evening, and after a short makeout session, you had both gone to bed.

"If you stare at that wall any harder, you're gonna put a hole through it," he said softly as he approached the table. His worry grew when your lips quirked up, but your eyes stared straight ahead.

"You should be in bed; it's late."

"Could say the same about you," he said as he sat beside you. He studied you briefly with an elbow on the table, chin in his hand. Messy hair and a sad expression on your face, he worried about what could be hurting you at this hour. "I didn't do something, did I? Cause if I did..."

"No, baby," you interjected quickly. Your eyes finally met his, and you gave him your best happy smile as you took his hand in yours. You brought his hand to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles before placing it back on the table but not letting go. "Just a lot on my mind."

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked. You knew he would never press you for information, and you sighed heavily before casting your eyes down to your joined hands.

"Kai thinks that Chris might be cheating on her."

Eddie let out a heavy sigh at the news. Your best friend had been with her boyfriend for five years, and they had been engaged for almost a year and were planning the wedding. Eddie liked Kai; she had always been kind and friendly to him, but he loved how protective she was over you.

"Jesus," he murmured.

"She's figuring out how she wants to confront him. I knew they'd been having some problems, but I never thought he would actually do something like that to her. I mean....". Your voice drifted off.

"What?" he asked gently. You paused, the intrusive thoughts plaguing you all night finally coming out.

"What if that's us?"

"Baby," he said as he gently squeezed your hand. "No way, that will never be us."

"You don't know that," you said, your voice on the cusp of crying. "I used to think that Kai and Chris were the one couple that would never break up, and now, shit, if they can't make it, what's to say that won't be us in a year?"

"It'll never happen," Eddie said, his shaggy hair moving as he shook his head.

"You have psychic powers I don't know about?" you teased.

"Don't need them," he said with certainty. "First off, we aren't Kai and Chris; we are us, and we will never end up like them."

"Fucks sake, you play guitar in a band, Eddie. You expect me to believe that you would never cheat?" Eddie chuckled as he scooted his chair closer to you.

"Princess, all other women became pussy non grata the minute I asked you to be mine. I love you, and only you." This time he was the one to raise your joined hands, and you felt your heart melt when his lips touched your knuckles.

"Really?" You should have known that Eddie's dramatic ass would never give you a simple answer. Your breath hitched when he got down on both knees before you, taking your hands in his.

"I would love you even if you were a worm. I will love you when we're old gray farts telling everyone about our grandkids. I will love you until there isn't a breath left in my body. I'll love in this life and the next. Understand?"

"Fuck, you really know how to make a statement," you said as you sniffled at Eddie's assurances. He gave you that boyish grin that made your heart swell as he reached out and brushed an errant tear from your cheek. He quickly stood up and held a hand out to help you up.

"Only the best for my baby," he said with a grin. "Now, I know it's late, but since we don't have to work tomorrow, maybe you could let me show you how much I love you." You couldn't help but giggle as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. How could you say no to him?

So you didn't. You simply let him lead you back to your bedroom and let him cover you like the night. He was right; your story was going to be different.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Hello to the almost same jacket for Eddie!!! Aisha and Anirudh really are the A team today - giving us all the goods!!! Aisha is doing gods work making sure we all understand that wardrobe really do think of everything and that colour and fit is very carefully chosen - Thank you queen!

the cuffs are different, so it isn’t the same jacket (also the fabric is a bit different - its hard to tell from the IG live still, but it isn’t herringbone weave like the 6x05 one is) but its close enough to draw a few parallels 🤓😎

first things first though - No watch Eddie 👀👀👀👀👀

Right jackets - fun things!! the khaki olive drab green is a very Eddie colour, but the fact we have a jacket cut in aa very similar style to the one form 6x05 is very interesting. the scene we see the 6x05 one in is very focused on Eddie being with Hen and Karen and them displaying their love and pride in one another. Obviously the scene is very much centred on hen moving on from firefighting (setting up 6x06 and her changing her mind) but the Eddie part of that scene is centred on the joyful expression of Queer love and him witnessing it. 

One of the key things about this colour way on Eddie when he’s wearing it as a jacket is that it is both his comfort blanket and an indicator of his mental health. Eddie has only really started wearing these olive drab jackets in season 5 - the one exception being 3x12 when he goes to apologise to Ana for overreacting about Chris!

as a result we invariably see Eddie in the olive drab colour jackets when he’s either struggling mentally  - 5x10 quitting the 118, 5x11 not going to the bar or at the Equestrian centre in 5x14 - or when he’s not necessarily struggling mentally per say, but something in the scene is important for Eddies storyline in connection with his mental health - such as in the scene from 6x05. The difference in them to be found is in the fit - the silhouette - the ones from season 5 are all much more loose fitting - oversized, and help make him look either ill (Equestrian centre jacket I’m looking at you!!) or like he’s trying to protect himself in some way. this makes total sense when you combine the choice of olive drab as a colour and Eddies military background!

So I am going to go out on a bit of a limb (as I have zero script context to work with here which always makes costume speculating a bit more difficult) and say that this new but slightly different jacket will be bringing us something in the same ball park as that one from 6x05 - especially if we are getting a firefam leaving at the end of the day or arriving in the morning scene from this - or something similar (because they wouldn’t be in the firehouse if that wasn’t the case!!) because it is better fitted than the season 5 ones, but its still olive drab. This being for either 6x17 or 6x18 is pretty important - Love is in the air, or pay it forward - really plays into that idea of something in a scene being important for Eddies journey in connection with his mental health - if its some form of coming out arc for him then I will be partying hard over the fact that the wardrobe team have subtly been showing us the way through Eddies olive drab jackets!!!

Then of course there is the fact that Buck is back in light blue - for the millionth time in season 6!!! If you’ve been reading my other costume metas from season 6 you will know I’ve been fascinated by the use of Blue on Buck in this season (metas can be found on my pinned post if you want a read!), especially pale blues and I’m very 👀👀 over the fact he’s still in pale blue at the end of the season! Also the white high tops are still there and they mean Buck moving forward on his journey - so combined with the pale blue - I’m very very excited!!!

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Porcelain

My first story about Chris was definitely aggressive, and I loved it, but now I wanna write about the softer, but still intense, side of Chris (in my head, idk if he's really like this lol).

Here we go again! Warning: NSFW, 18+ only, m/f intercourse unprotected (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), aggressive fluff, pet names, Daddy energy, brat energy, and brat gives daddy aftercare in this episode.

Scene setup: you came to Chris's house last night for a pizza party with a few friends (the band and a few producer friends), but they all left relatively early and allowed you to be ravished by Chris. In the morning, you wake up alone in his bed.

You open your eyes. It's still kind of dark out. You notice Chris is gone from the bed, and there's a light shining into the upstairs hallway from downstairs. You check the time: 3:45 am. Chris must not have been able to sleep. He randomly gets into a restless mode during the night and will go record. You get up and grab one of his shirts out of his drawer, and you practically swim in it.

You tiptoe downstairs so you don't disturb him. You just want to watch. You can hear him through the studio door and decide to go grab him some water. As you approach the door, you hear him singing Porcelain 🎶Ravenously, feed my mind, we bend before we break. God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside,🎶

You hear him get frustrated over the scream he does on "break" towards the end of the song and sneak in.

"Baby? Everything ok? I brought you some water." You say in a soft voice. You don't like when he's frustrated.

You walk toward him, and he swivels his chair around and runs his hands through his hair. You love when he does that because loose strands fall randomly. He sighs and takes the water from you.

"Thank you, love. Get back to bed, I need to keep working." He turns around with a dismissal.

You know better than to disobey him, he said it so nicely, but you can't help yourself. You cross your arms and dip your hip.

"Excuse me, sir, frustrated or not, you don't get to dismiss me like that. I'm not going back to bed. I'm going to stay right here and watch you work." You start to shake a little in excitement because you know what will happen if you push just the right buttons.

Chris ignores you, tapping on things in the program he's working on. You walk over next to his chair and get down on your knees. You rest your hands on his leg, put your chin on your hands, and look up at him with big eyes; just begging for his attention. He continues to ignore you, but he sighs. So you stand and slide into his lap; wrapping your body around his. You feel like a koala clinging to a tree.

Chris tries to pull you off, but you cling to him.

"Baby, please? I have to get this done. I promise I will come to bed once I'm finished." he says.

You pull back to look at him with pouty eyes without letting go. "Promise?"

He kisses your nose, "I promise my love."

You still don't let him go. Instead, you kiss his lips and dip your tongue into his mouth. He stiffens for a second because he's in work mode, but you reach up and put your hands in his hair, and he relaxes; wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back with intensity. He starts to pull your shirt up and stops kissing you. He pulls you back slightly, lifting the shirt more; noticing that you are completely naked underneath. He looks into your eyes, and they are dark and hooded.

"Kitten is getting my pants wet." He gives you a swat on your ass and you blush.

"I could be getting your dick wet if your pants weren't on." you giggle.

Chris stands up with you still wrapped around him. You squeak in surprise but hold on. He wiggles his pants down and sits back down in his chair. He grabs your hair and yanks your head back. Chris runs his tongue along your neck and nips at your ear.

"Oh my god Chris!" you moan out.

You rock against him, feeling him grow hard while you coat him in your arousal. Electricity runs through your core and you moan. Chris bites you playfully, making you lift up. He takes the opportunity to slide into you but makes you sit slowly. It makes fire coarse through your veins and now you are panting. You yank off your shirt and then take off Chris's. He runs his hands along your sides and up your belly to your breasts. You try to rock, but he gives you the look that says not yet, so you clench around him. Chris hisses.

"Behave or you will be the mouse and not the kitten." He warns and swats your other asscheek.

You dead look him in the face, then whisper in his ear, "Maybe I want to be the mouse Mr. Pussy Cat." You let yourself draw out the s's and t.

Chris pushes his hand up your chest and wraps his hand around your throat. You moan and lean back, resting your hands on his knees. This was your favorite game to play, and he knew it. With his hand still around your throat, he puts his other hand on your hip and helps you slide back and forth in his lap. He brushes your most sensitive spots, and your vision soon goes black. He knows your body queues, and lets go of your throat. His fingers tangle in your hair to hold your body from falling back.

You cry out, so close to succumbing to the waves you feel.

"Not yet, little mouse." Chris says. "I'm not ready to be done with you yet."

Chris holds you still and doesn't let you move. You hate when he does this but you love it too. He holds you down so tightly, your pussy throbs and drips around him. You start to whimper and he shhh's you.

"It will be ok. Just hold on." He kisses your lips so softly before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and bites.

You cry out, and he lets up a little. He begins to lift you up and down, your arms pinned under his. He is so slow about it, and you can feel the intensity grow quickly as he glides in and out of your wetness. You try to help him by moving your hips, but he just stands up, helping you wrap your legs around him, and then walks into the sound booth. He puts you against the wall and continues his slow torture. He kisses along your shoulder and neck, taking turns with your mouth.

"Chris, please? It's too much!" You beg.

Chris picks up his pace and lets you wrap your arms around his neck.

"You really want me to destroy you? Beg for it little mouse." He says through pants.

Your moans turn into cries as he pounds in and out of you. When you are close, he pulls out and sets you down. You squish your face and furrow your brow. You'd stomp your foot if your legs weren't shaking so badly.

"Turn around. Spread your legs wide for me." He instructs.

Furious that he didn't let you cum, you spin around, spread your legs and put your hands on the wall. Chris comes up behind you and slowly re-enters you. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lip. With his hands on your hips, he guides you back and forth. He's hitting you so deeply. You know it won't be long. You start rotating your hips and Chris growls out in satisfaction. He bucks into you hard and slaps your ass. It stings but shivers coarse through your body.

Your body is shaking so badly from trying to draw out every last second. Chris pulls your back against his chest and changes his angle in you. Now, not only is he deep, but he's hitting every inch of you. He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit. You put your arms around his neck to hold yourself up and when he tells you to come for him, your world crashes. You orgasm so hard you feel like you're going to black out. Your knees go out and Chris lowers you to your hands and knees and he continues to pound into you. He has ahold of your ribs and you know you're gonna bruise.

As a second orgasm collides, Chris let's go and follows along with you. You both fall to the floor.

"Oh. My. God." Is all you say. And you see Chris nod as he tries to catch his breath.

"My little kitten turning into a mouse is just what the doctor ordered." He says.

You roll over and stroke his face with your fingers. You lean into him and kiss his nose and then his lips.

"Chris, love, open your eyes and look at me." You tell him. " You need to cut yourself a little slack. I know you like everything perfect, but when you get frustrated, that's the time to get up and give yourself a little break. Go for a walk, come take it out on me, get some water, just take a small break and then return to your project. It ok to come back to it with refreshed eyes."

Chris gives you an adoring look. "You are completely right. Where would I be without you."

"Probably shaving your head from pulling your hair out." you giggle.

"You're probably right. Now go get my shirt back on and get to bed. I've taken my break. You've made sure of it. I promise I will be up when I've finished. I'm almost done. Just have to finish that part I was so frustrated with." He kisses your forehead and stands. Grabbing his clothes and putting them on, he sits back in the chair and laughs a little.

You shake your head, grab his shirt and walk back to bed naked. You clean up and crawl under the covers. Not too long after, you feel Chris crawl into bed and scoop you close to him. Giving your shoulder a few soft kisses before he nuzzles into your hair and starts softly snoring. You smile and fall asleep, content in his arms.

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In the morning you jolt awake with the sound of loud laughter. Chris rubs his hand down your back and pulls you back down to him.

"It's probably the guys babe, go back to sleep or I will put you to sleep." he says.

You close your eyes, but the laughter continues and a few 'Oh My Gawds' follow. You open your eyes back up and try to wiggle from Chris's arms. He tightens them around you.

"Let me up, please? What are they going on about? Maybe they need breakfast?" you ask.

Chris rolls you to look at him. "You stay in bed. I will go see what they are on about." He kisses your lips and rolls out of bed.

You watch as Chris throws on a t-shirt and walks out of the bedroom. He leaves the door ajar and all you can hear is clapping and hooting as he ascends the stairs. You jump out of bed and quickly get dressed. You run out the door and see all the guys clapping a confused Chris on the back. They drag him into the studio and you hear excited chatter. You creep down the stairs and peek into the studio. Chris is standing by the computer rubbing the back of his neck. He rubs his hand through his hair as the song finishes that he was recording last night. You see Justin move the mouse and click and are horrified as you hear you and Chris having sex over the speakers. You clap your hand over your mouth as you gasp. All the guys look at you and Vinny runs toward you. He scoops you up and spins you around before he carries you into the room and drops you next to Chris.

Your face is bright red and Chris starts to giggle a little before going into a deep gut laughter. He bends over and tears start rolling down his face from laughing so hard. You are still half horrified but the laughter is contagious.

"Did we accidentally bump the record button this morning?" you ask between giggles.

The guys burst out laughing. Ryan pats you on the arm and walks out of the room, trying to contain his laughter. Ricky goes to make coffee. Justin, Vinny, and Chris are doubled over on the floor in a pile. You finally get ahold of your fits of laughter and put your hands on your hips.

"What am I ever going to do with you boys?" you ask lightly.

This just gets them going again. Ricky walks in with coffee and hands you a cup. He stands next to you and stares at the boys.

"You two really didn't know the record button was on huh?" he asks.

"Not a clue," you giggle. "I can't believe we recorded all of that."

"I can't believe you guys did it in the booth." He smiles and goes over to the computer chair.

He starts cutting the track and moves the sound to a folder that says 'Don't open me. Chris xxx'. You let out a chuckle and sip on your coffee. Justin, Chris, and Vinny all get themselves under control and are now sitting on the floor staring at you and Ricky.

"So, I guess we should just stay out of the studio with that now." Chris says.

The others nod in agreement.

"I'm gunna go cook ya'll some breakfast. Behave will ya?" You look at them all and they say 'Yes mom' in unison.

You leave the room and hear footsteps run up behind you. Long tattooed arms encircle you and stop you. Chris kisses your cheek.

"Fluffy pancakes please? With chocolate chips?" He is smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Anything for you babe." you say.

He kisses you again, swats you and turns to go back into the studio. Ryan follows him in and they shut the door. You hear another wave of laughter and can't help but smile. You don't know what you did to land such a blessed spot in this little family, but you were beyond grateful and so in love with your goofy tattooed man.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Handler’s Red Carpet Express Part 7 & 8

Casting for a new buddy cop Apple Plus TV show called Ghost Spy’s sitting in the major casting room at television studio want I am expecting is so much better Chris Pine and Chris Messina in the waiting the room.I flip on the camera setting up the room all is perfectly set up as I call Chris into the room for the time being as he enters my cock is coming to life springing forward under the desk.

Quite a unique looking face he has I must admit to myself but still fucking handsome and he is about to me be mine I state all to myself very hyper excited at his newest role in cinema.The lights flicker on lowly as he sits down the door slamming closed he slates for the camera then we begin to read lines as the circular light system around the camera turns on burning brightly it edges deep into his mind.

Everything comes to a slow stuttering crawl as he stumbles over his words his eyes grow heavy, his mind is in a deep sea of hazy fog and I watch him falling ever deeper into my power.He has no idea what is happening nor cane he even attempt to resist if he wanted to simply because I will him to be at my mercy for life and he is fully committed to serve me for life.

Pine has no more ideas left in the pretty boi face of his except to stare mindlessly with a stupefied look on his the spit trickling down his chin soon he is all that ever existed in his mind.I am the center of his life now as he builds so many monuments of me in his head one at a time he falls for me a expression of love over comes him and he soon is everything I ever want.

Getting up I push my chair back to rise to my feet as I stood up staring him down in a hot, heavy and lustful display of pleasure launched me over the table on to his lap and we make out. His hands rove throughout my body touching every part of his body in a scandalous wave of energy overcomes us both in a shill of power his lips touch my skin all hot and bothered.

“Mr. Messina please come in.” I say exiting the room as he smirks walking in.

“Please sit.” I instruct not even looking at him.

“Please focus on the camera.” I state

“May I start?”

“Yes commence”

“Oh wait! Must the lights be so strong”

“I can’t think”

“I am confused “

“Why am I here?”

“Hahaha”

“What’s so funny?”

“You are hilarious “

“Wait what?”

“Continue to take a gander “

“You will admit it”

“You own me”

“Mmmm”

“You love the sound of my voice “

“You are rock hard”

“Mmmmnnnn”

“Fuck…you own me”

Grant Gustin is up for a second pilot go a up and coming new show I have commissioned for Amazon where he would play a hot shot attorney having a torrid affair with a young male assistant attorney. The studio is awash in a bright gold lights of the entire room showcasing everything as he walks in with such power, confident and presence to control the situation he is so instantly struck.

The moment he saw it his world spun intoa fit of crazy babble in a world wind of air to his lungs he takes a deep breath inhalinga sweet intoxicating taste like he has never smelt before. His body is hot falling backwards onto his back his mind melts away at everything he has ever felt loosing himself in a pure unsafe feeling of love and desire for me and only me.

“Grant please slate”

“I am Grant Gustin”

“Good boi”

“Please read this “

“I am here to submit and obey “

“I submit “

“I succumb to your will”

“I am at your mercy “

“Do as you wish and please “

“Ravish me in your will”

“That’s it truly feel it”

“You are intoxicated with love”

“I am obsessed “

“Intoxicated “

“Oh God! You make rock hard”

“How do you feel about me?l

“I love you “

“Absolutely correct “

“What do you expect Charlie Hunnam? Come in now.” I say swinging the door open in excitement because I know he is loves it madly in love with me soon enough he will follow me like Grant. “Please slate for me Charlie.” I command him as he sits down he stares down with a smile he sits up flipping his hair up with a cute wink and he says his name in a sexy, heavy and gruff.

“My name is Charlie Hunnam”

“Good boi”

“I ain’t a boi ”

“Yes you are”

“I don’t have to stand for this”

“Sit down”

“Baby”

“Cut it out “

“I love you “

“Get off me”

“Stare in to the light “

“Give in”

“I can’t stop “

“Why can’t I think?”

“I can’t move”

“Spread your legs”

“Take off your pants”

“Rise up “

“Remove your clothes”

Chris Wood and Jessie Metcalf waltz into the auditorium for the audition but soon the power of the lights, the heat of night and so much more consume them they are lost to my power as well.

The end

[greatqueenanna]

Talking about Ryder and his Importance

As said in my Honeymaren analysis, one of the most important lore and world-building aspects in Frozen 2 was the introduction of the Northuldra – a group of people to which Iduna originally belonged that is loosely inspired by the Sámi of Scandinavia.  They are a racially diverse group in F2 that live within the Enchanted Forest and have a close relationship with the Magical Spirits and Ahtohallan.

Unfortunately, the Northuldra do not get a lot of screen-time in the film, however, the prominent Northuldran characters still managed to stand out and be recognizable even with their small roles - one of these major characters being Ryder Nattura.

Ryder is Honeymaren's younger brother, and much like Honey, has a small, but prominent role within the film. He is described as a playful dreamer, always cracking a joke here and there while dreaming about exploring the world outside of the Enchanted Forest. He plays a larger role in Kristoff's story, the two becoming fast friends due to their shared love of reindeer, and helps him gain the confidence to ask Anna to marry him.

In Tribute

I felt it wouldn't be appropriate to talk about Ryder without mentioning the person he was based on. Chris Buck, the Director of Frozen, Frozen Fever, and Frozen 2, went through a terrible tragedy when he lost his son. The song The Next Right Thing is famous for being a song that represents the grief he and his wife went through. The overall themes of F2 were also inspired by this tragedy.

Jennifer Lee also wanted to give another tribute to Ryder Buck, so Ryder Nattura was named. He was also based off of Ryder's hopeful personality.

“We’ve given him more to do because he’s a very light spirit, he’s a very positive character. He’s actually really fun, really, like I said, kind of hopeful.” - Chris Buck

You can find out more about Ryder Buck's story here.

The Wingman

Ryder plays a fairly big role in Kristoff's story - some may say that all he did was suggest a proposal, but I would say he did a little bit more than that, and actually helped Kristoff in finding his own confidence.

Firstly, he helped Kristoff feel more comfortable with his relationship with Reindeer. It's a very small detail, but it's worth mentioning. Everyone in the series, other than Anna, was very critical of Kristoff's relationship with Sven. The citizens of Arendelle always assume the worst, like in F2 when they question Kristoff and Sven acting out his proposal. Even the Trolls call him out on it.

"Like his peculiar brain dear, his thing with the reindeer, that's a little outside of nature's laws!"

However, when Ryder suddenly comes along and starts making his own Reindeer talk, Kristoff is shocked and happy.

Kirstoff: Wait, you talk for them too?! Ryder: I do. Kristoff: It's like you can actually hear what they're thinking? Ryder: Yeah and you.. you just say it! Kristoff: And then you just say it.

It's such a goofy interaction, and obviously meant to be funny, but it also feels so heartwarming at the same time. Kristoff finally found a friend who gets his peculiar interests. You can honestly hear the relief and happiness in his voice when he says "And then you just say it."

I think this interaction actually helped Kristoff slowly start to become more confident, along with the actual proposal attempt.

The proposal is over the top and full of emotion, in which Kristoff says everything on his mind about Anna even before his final proposal. The two proposals are very similar -

"Princess Anna of Arendelle. My feisty, fearless, ginger-sweet love. Will you marry me?"

"Anna, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever known. I love you with all I am, will you marry me?"

Obviously, the second one is more emotional and, however, you can see that Kristoff was just as confident and loving in the previous attempt - showing how Ryder was able to help Kristoff be more open and honest about his feelings by introducing the Northuldran ceremony.

His overall support of Kristoff, without even knowing him that well, also shows his kindness and willingness to help others, even when he is unsure.

Kristoff: I can't seem to get her attention. Or even say the thing. Ryder: Well, you're in luck, I know nothing about women. But I do know that we have the most amazing way of proposing, If we start now, we'll be ready at dawn.

Ryder was an important aspect of Kristoff's development, and Kristoff would've probably still struggled with his feelings if not for Ryder trying to help. While it did lead to a misunderstanding when the two left to prepare for the proposal, this situation was necessary so that Kristoff could better understand his emotions and become a better partner to Anna.

The Dreamer

While a lot of Ryder's personal development isn't explored, we do get a small glimpse of his dreams - and we get to see them fulfilled.

One of the first things Ryder says is -

"Ryder: Free the forest… Wow… I'm sorry, It's just… ah, Some of us were born in here, we've never even seen the clear sky."

Here, we see how Ryder is hopeful to see the sky. As described by him here and within the Frozen 2 guide, Ryder was born in the Enchanted Forest after the Battle of the Dam, thus he never saw what life outside the forest was like. It also describes how he longs to explore the world.

When he finally gets to see the sky, it is wonderful for him to finally get his wish. You can really feel the happiness and excitement in his words.

Ryder: Look at the sky. I just didn't realize there was so much of it.

Future Potential

Ryder has a huge amount of potential as a character. His kind and supportive nature, as well as his big dreams of exploring the world, give us so many possibilities and situations to explore with this character.

As with all the Northuldran characters, Ryder, like his sister, deserves his time to shine and be explored in more depth. I can only hope that the writers also feel this way, and will give Ryder his time to shine, especially now that the whole world is at his fingertips.

[soda-cherry]

BONFIRE🪵

One shot

summary- You and the triplets have been best of friends since you were 3… You may even seem “sister like” to them. But what happens when one day at the beach there’s more flames than just the bonfire.

Contains: nothing sexual, a little bit of fluff. Chris x female reader

Me and the boys decided to hang out with Nate today. We all decide to go to the beach for the sunset every time we have the chance. This time was different.

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I’m in Nicks room packing a small beach bag with a towel and a hoodie for when it eventually gets dark and the breeze hits a bit more. Chris is sat on his bed on his phone playing with his hair, while nick and Matt are bickering between if Nate gets shotgun of the passenger seat. I decided to try on my new baby pink bikini since I haven’t got the chance to wear it out yet. I look up in the mirror as I see Chris quickly look down in my reflection with a flush of red covering his cheeks.

“GUYS HURRY THE FUCK UP WERE GONNA MISS THE SUNSET” I hear Matt scream from downstairs, keys rattling in his hand. I quickly grab my towel completely missing my bag as I snap out of my trance hearing a pair of echoey footsteps make their way down the stairs. All five of us laughing making our way to the car. Nick won the argument. Obviously. It’s always been hard to win a debate against Nick. Everyone’s known that since the 4th grade so no one even tried once he had his mind set to something to even ATTEMPT to change it. He hops in the passenger seat quickly connecting to aux before anyone can say anything as Matt climbs in the car like he’s been ready to go for the last 30 minutes. I get wedged between Nate and Chris in the back as they spread out their legs leaving mine right together in the middle. Matt is focused on driving occasionally looking in the mirror at Nate since him and Nick are bickering over what song to play. Eventually bonfire by childish Gambino fills up the speakers of the car as they carry on debating which artists are better than one another. Chris is to the left of me looking out the window as he watches the sky get darker before it sets. I can tell he’s admiring every second of it because it’s not often they come back from LA to Boston to enjoy moments like this. I’ve noticed my legs slipped loose and became more relaxed as mine and Chris’s knees are now touching and are closer than usual. I shake my head snapping myself out of it because why am I thinking that now? we’re all as close as ever and I’ve never even thought about little touches like that before?

Matt parks up the car as we all get out as quickly as we could and make our way towards the beach. There’s about 20 small groups of people spread out the beach making their own bonfires and s’mores as several channels of quiet music is heard all over the beach. We find a spot and decide to dump our stuff there before all getting in the ocean. Nick and Matt are having their own conversation on who can make the better s’mores while me Nate and Chris are all giggling at the constant digs they throw at each other. Nate eventually interrupts as me and Chris are now in our own conversation. His words are going straight through my head and I notice the slight appearance of his blue swimming shorts under the water. His flushed red cheeks from the heat and i can tell he’s caught the sun a lot. The way his chain is sat around his neck as the small wet hairs are sticking to his forehead as small droplets of water fall off.

and then I was like HOW ARE YOU NOT GOING TO LIKE LIL SKIES HES LIKE THE BEST ARTI-“

“Did you forget to put sunscreen on?” I interrupt him making him immediately un tense from his small rant he was on about before.

“ Oh yeah I forgot to put some on before I left” he let out a small laugh.

“I can tell because your nose and cheeks look a bit burnt” I laugh back in response with him.

Eventually it’s just silent and we can still hear the continuous bickering from the three boys next to us about completely random topics. We shared eye contact for what felt like forever but it was almost comforting in a way. I try to snap out of it again as I realise I’m scanning over all of his features trying to think of something to say.

“The colour pink really suits you” I smile at him as he quickly says “well your bikini really suits your figure- I mean like not in that way- not like you took it in that way but it makes you look really nice like”

He takes a big sigh and almost sounds defeat “sorry I like just wanted to say you look really good” I slowly smiled and nodded as my cheeks fell pink making a clear difference between the sunburn I originally had as I watch him try to get his words out, nervously cutting himself off every other word. “ Thank you Chris, I think you look really good too” i give him a warm reassuring smile as he looks completely confused that I even responded and didn’t just swim away. I don’t know what he’s expecting me to do because obviously I find him attractive. Id be stupid to say I didn’t.

“ GUYS CMON LETS GO MAKE SMORES” I hear Nate yell already making his way back to the front of the beach. We all quickly make our way back craving the s’mores as the water made us all super hungry. I walk back next to Nick laughing about old stories we shared here as kids as Matt and Chris race to see who can get to our patch the fastest. We all eventually sit down as Me and Nate begin to make the fire as the three boys start gathering everything ready to make them. Me and Nate share a small handshake we made in the 7th grade because we finally got the fire to start while everyone is celebrating because they know how dumb Nate and I can be when we work together. They sometimes ‘joke’ and say we share half a breaking combined.

We all set our towels down and begin to sit on them as Nick hands out all the things we need. I sat down next to Chris as all 5 of us are staring at the sky as the contrasting colours of pink,yellow and orange fills our eyes. We’re all sharing and laughing at memories we shared here as kids and Nick tells the group the ones we were both laughing about previously. The suns pretty much set now as we all turn our attention back to the small fire which had surprisingly not gone out yet. The wind starts to pick up a small bit. I turn to my right Chris was already staring at me. I realise I had forgotten my bag but I don’t say anything other than give him a light smile and turn my head back to the fire as I make Nick put my s’more together because I can never seem to do it properly without it breaking.

Everyone is stuck in their own conversations, or debates I should call them again. I feel a heavy fabric land on my thighs as i snap my head to the right. Mine and Chris’s faces are now inches away from each other. I throw a confused expression at him and he gives me a light smile in return. “I seen you left without your bag” he raises his eyebrows as i throw a small dig at him in response. “Didn’t know you watched every move I make” I say back cockily as I throw the oversized hoodie over my head. “Thanks” i roll my eyes at him as I see him still staring at me still giggling at my response to himself with a small smile tugging his lips.

Once all the marshmallows are finished we watch the fire go out just sat enjoying each others company, because it’s rare that the boys come back and visit me and Nate back home in Boston. Tiredly we all stand up and slowly make our way back to the car slumping ourselves back into the same positions we were in before.

The sky was pretty much pitch black as nicks music quietly played in the back round eyes glued to his phone trying to keep himself awake. Nate’s hat was propped up on his head in a way the front of his eyes were covered as he had his arms crossed and eyes most likely closed under it. Matts eyes focused on the road per usual not missing a single turn home on the busy roads which took us longer than usual to get back. I lean my body into Chris as my eyes fell heavy resting my head on his shoulder into the crook of his neck. He leaned into me a bit more swinging his arm around the back of me to make me lay more comfortably. I feel his eyes slowly glance at me every once in a while as mine finally shut. I wasn’t asleep yet but I couldn’t keep them open anymore.

All of the windows were rolled down as the hot hair filled the car making everyone feel even more exhausted. I feel Chris’s hand move the pieces of my hair out of my face as he pulls me in a bit tighter than he ever has before. I feel a light peck on my head which immediately turned the sickness from the heat in my stomach to intense butterflies. He thought I was asleep or I would’ve grabbed his face and kissed him then and there. I eventually drifted off to the sound of drowned out music and other cars passing by on the road. How long has he been waiting to do this?

AUTHORS NOTE- hey guys this is my first time writing.Please give recommendations and just remember you are loved.💋