#cevans imagine

[boxofbonesfic]

can we get a slight drabble of new hire ari worshiping reader? 😏

nonnies, you’re not the only ones with New Hire on the brain! i hope you all enjoy this little peek behind the curtain 👀

Title: Itch

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: You get the feeling you’re needed at home.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Smut, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS, DNI!, PWP

A/N: i’ve had a few people asking about New Hire. i don’t have a new chapter ready just yet, but i do have this sinful little peek into their daily lives. hope you enjoy!

Your mark itches. 

  The bite is long healed by now, but you feel a sudden heat course through the scar tissue, pins and needles erupting under your skin as you raise a hand to scratch at the raised flesh. It’s enough to surprise you, make you slam hard on your brakes while other cars beep furiously at you. You pull over, swerving into the breakdown lane as you wipe at the cold sweat beading on your forehead.

  Kitten.

  You can feel him in the bond, like a phantom hand on your shoulder. You swipe the back of your hand across your forehead, and wrap your clammy fingers back around the steering wheel and navigate back out into traffic. Ari’s car is in the driveway, and you pull in next to it. Your mark is still flush with heat, prickling uncomfortably as you exit the vehicle. Slowly, you make your way up the steps, fitting your key into the lock. 

  Ari’s scent fills your nostrils as soon as you step over the threshold, pungent and musky. You almost drop your purse as you swallow thickly, fumbling as you try to hang it on one of the many hooks by the door. The air is so thick with the smell of him that you can scarcely make out anything else. Dizzily you drag yourself up the stairs, practically tasting him on the air with every breath you gulp down. 

  You’re barely feeling the bannister under your numb fingertips as you ascend. The frantically beating heart in your chest rises to your throat as you crest the staircase. The heat from your mark is starting to spread, flowing down your arms to tingle in your fingertips. It washes down your back, making you shudder as you stare blearily around. 

  Alpha’s here. Needs me.

  You scratch at the bite mark again. 

  It’s as if there’s a thread in your chest, and it pulls taut with every tentative step toward the bedroom that you take. By the time you reach it, you’re practically drowning in his scent, your pupils wide and dilated. The bedroom door is already open, and you stop short of entering the room as your glassy eyes widen further. 

  Ari’s turned almost completely away from you, the thickly corded muscles of his back bunching and flexing hypnotically as he moves. He doesn’t notice you at first, and remains hunched over the dresser, one hand tensed against the wood as he drags the other down the thickly veined length of his cock. You recognize a pair of your own panties knotted in his fist. He drops his head back as he reaches the base, groaning something that sounds suspiciously like your name. 

  The pieces fall into place with alarming clarity as you run your tongue over your suddenly dry lips. 

  Your mate is in rut. 

  You aren’t prepared for his dark eyes to fall on you as he turns, your breath hitching in your throat. The stormy blue of his irises is almost completely swallowed by black, and you can see sweat beading on his brow and chest. Your face burns with heat, but you are unable to look away from him. A little whimper works it’s way up and out of your tight throat as he speaks. 

  “Kitten.” He doesn’t stop moving, groaning as he presses the thin material of your panties against his throbbing length. “Come.” It isn’t an Alpha command, but you’re already moving clumsily towards him before you have time to register it. Ari yanks you against his heated skin roughly, pressing his face into the side of your throat with a growl. He tosses your panties to the ground before he begins to work at your clothing, tearing the t-shirt up and over your head before tugging at your jeans, snarling. 

  “Off.”

  He grows impatient as you try to wiggle out of the snug denim, snatching you up by the waist and depositing you onto the mattress. He snatches the jeans down your legs, pressing his cheek to the skin of your bare thigh. You whine a little as he mouths at the already sopping mess of your cunt through your panties. 

  “Needed you,” he groans. The sharp points of his canines leave raised trails as he drags them across your sensitive skin. You’re dizzy, drunk on his scent. Your head is spinning as you reach for him, tangling your fingers in his sandy hair as he laps at you. You yelp as he rips your panties off, the ruined elastic snapping sharply against your skin. Ari drinks from you like a man possessed, his curling his arms around your thighs to keep you anchored to the mattress—and to him. 

  You aren’t in heat, but for all the sense in your head at the moment you might as well be. Ari flicks at your clit with his tongue, catching it between his teeth and pulling before releasing it. You keen, thrashing in his grip. Ari doesn’t let up, lashing at your oversensitive clit with his tongue until you wail, thighs trembling as you cum. 

  “Taste sweet,” he mumbles against your folds, and you feel his lips curve against you as you shudder. “So good.” The words are barely out of his mouth before he’s re-attaching his mouth to your sloppy, sticky cunt. 

  “God, Ari,” his name is a breathy plea on your lips, one he responds to by slowly uncurling his arms from around your trembling thighs. His soft lips leave goosebumps in their wake as he works his way up your body. You taste yourself on his lips as he claims your own, his tongue sliding sensually against yours. Ari’s skin is fever hot to the touch, and he shudders with pleasure as you shyly reach between your bodies to graze your fingers against his leaking cock. 

  His breath ghosts across your cheek, and you relish the burn of his stubble as he drags his teeth down your throat, towards your mark. 

  “My perfect little mate,” he murmurs, his voice so low you’re not entirely sure the words were meant for your ears. Your breath hitches when he nips you, catching your skin between his sharp teeth. “Soft and sweet and mine.”  The words end in a growl. Ari runs his tongue across the perfect ring of teeth marks lining your shoulder, and as they slide home like keys into a lock, your pussy clenches hard around nothing. Ari’s hips buck into your hand, and he shudders a little as you run your thumb across the head of his cock. 

  You stare up at him, the room spinning when he pulls away, his lips tinged pink from reaffirming the mark. His cock slides wetly against you and your hips buck without your permission. Ari is gone with rut, his eyes dark and glassy as he pumps his cock in his fist, staring down at you. The base is already thick, his knot half-exposed—a testament to just how far gone he is. 

  His entry drives the breath from your lungs and forces you a few inches up the mattress. You keen, and Ari throws his head back with a groan. He’s already thick, so thick it leaves you aching every time, but with the addition of his knot, you’re choking on air with every thrust. 

  “Needed this,” he repeats, the words almost lost in the bestial growl. You don’t even think he’s talking to you anymore, unaware of the words leaving his lips as he drives into you like a man possessed. “Need you, Kitten,” he rasps. “Need to feel you on my knot, gonna split you open with it—”

  It’s as though you’re drowning, fingernails digging hard into Ari’s back as he ruts into you. The stretch and burn of his knot in your cunt is practically sinful, drawing fresh tears from your eyes as you gasp. You can feel the instincts in your hindbrain pressing up to the surface, the bestial thing residing there crowing with joy as Ari’s cock spears you open over and over again. 

  You cum with a pathetic mewl, arching your hips up toward Ari. He bares his teeth as you tighten around him, your walls milking his cock. There’s no respite for you from the dizzying pleasure, though, as Ari lifts your thigh, pressing your knee to your chest so he can sink in deeper. 

  “My Omega.” Ari snarls possessively, his fingers digging hard into your hip and thigh. “My Omega, my Omega, mine,” he repeats the words deliriously, his eyes locked on the bruised mating mark on your throat. You’re strung out from the pleasure, your limbs shaking and overtaxed, and still you can feel that taut string in your chest pulling tight again as he works you towards your third orgasm of the evening. 

  “A-Ari, Ari I, I can’t,” you whine pathetically. “I can’t cum again—”

  He leans down to drag his lips across yours, tasting the salt of your pleased tears with his tongue. 

  “You can, Kitten,” he rasps, his eyes flashing. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay—” His thrusts shorten as you wail, your cunt squeezing around him while your eyes roll. Wet, sticky warmth bathes your throbbing and overtaxed cunt, while Ari’s knot swells inside of you, locking him in place as he pants over you, sweaty hair falling across his eyes. 

  He curls over you, dropping to the mattress and taking you with him, rolling onto his back. Slowly, his breath begins to even out, and he releases your hip from the iron grip he’d held it in. You try to move, but Ari bares his teeth in warning before nuzzling against your mark. 

  “Welcome back, Kitten,” he says hoarsely, his hands moving reverently over your back. “I missed you.” 

[capsiclecevans]

I am back

Hi everyone,

I am so sorry that I disappeared suddenly, I have had a busy couple of years and I put this blog on the back burner, along side my writing for Chris and his characters, but I am looking to come back, I have ideas that I want to write, and I will start posting them this week, twice a week

Ashleigh x

[flordeamatista]

Ari Levinson ─── Chris Evans

The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)

[dungeonpuppykai]

I am not saying I want Steve Rogers to bend me over his desk and whip my ass to get me to do/finish my homework but that's exactly what I am saying.

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer

When a relationship not known by Chris’ family is suddenly front and center when he insists on her coming to his family Christmas festivities. Just how insane can she expect it to be? And how bad will it effect her relationship?

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“I just need my bathing suit and I’ll have all my clothes ready to be packed.” I tell him as I hold the laundry basket in my arms

He nods as he remains half out of it staring at me

“Chris?”

“Mmhm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

He sighs as he sits up saying “I’m not liking the idea of not being together on Christmas. The best holiday.”

I drop the laundry basket and walk over to him, I sit on the armrest of the chair as he pulls me towards him

His lips press to my shoulder as he says “The Bahamas are so lame right now. Change your flight. Let’s go there for New Years. Boston is so beautiful right now.”

Sighing I say “My whole family is there, and they would love to meet you. You know that. I talk about you all the time and my mom already loves you. Why don’t you come with me? And then we can celebrate New Years with your family?”

Slowly he considers giving in as my eyes practically melt him and my lips press to his as I smile widely

The corners of his lips curve upwards in response to me and he groans saying “My mom and sisters would kill me if I missed Christmas. My nieces and nephews are expecting me there.”

Nodding I sigh saying “So basically we can’t spend the holiday together. And we’re back to square one.”

He smiles to me and says “Yeah. I guess so.”

But that look on his face for a split second was awfully mischievous and I know he’s up to something.

He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my collarbones as we draw closer to each other

“It’s snowing in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston when it’s snowing?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Winter is my second favorite season there. A white Christmas is my favorite. And my family goes all nine yards.”

“Oh really? What do they do?”

He smiles and says “Well my whole big family pile into my childhood home and we spend the whole week together. My mom has us baking and cooking all week and we go see a Christmas play on Christmas Eve. And we have a Christmas Eve party after. And Christmas Day is the best, seeing my niece and nephews excitement over the gifts is the best. My mom makes us spiked hot chocolate and we have this massive dinner. It’s literally heaven.”

The pause sits for awhile as I think on my family, my parents have my sisters and all their friends in the Bahamas with them currently

I paid for the vacation, called it an early Christmas gift.

But… Boston doesn’t sound too bad

“If.. I can change my flight, I’m in.”

His eyes widen suddenly as he looks to me surprised saying “You’re serious?”

I scoff saying “Was that not a real offer?”

“No! No it was real. I’ll.. I’ll call my mom telling her you’re coming along.”

I nod and stare at the laundry across the room. I sigh saying “im not going to need that bathing suit am I?”

He laughs whole heartedly and I grumble saying “You owe me time at the beach. I need ocean and sun time.”

“Promise. New Years with your family in the Bahamas. We can stay a week longer than your family. Just us.”

I sigh into him as I grow relaxed, nodding saying “That sounds perfect. Just what I need after the shit-show movie I just wrapped.”

“He was a terrible director.”

“He made me pull my hair out. I need to strictly rely on Greta and Sofia for work. They’re the only tolerable directors I’ve worked with. Besides obviously the marvel projects.”

He nods saying “Making everyone work on a holiday is crazy.”

“Well you saw how well that worked out for him.”

Chris laughs saying “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie crew so happy that an actress went full diva for them.”

“They all deserved to be with their families, regardless if they celebrated the holiday or not.”

“Trust me, I know they were thankful.”

I sigh saying “Yeah…. Now tell me what I need to pack for Boston.”

“You need to start with at least 3-4 coats or jackets.”

I make a winced face and say “You’re kidding.”

“That doesn’t include winter coats. Do you have a winter—”

He pauses as he looks to me as I produce a pinched expression and shrug saying “I don’t own anything like that.”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do then.”

The flight was simple enough, I overpacked and had to check my bag. Chris didn’t have to, he had a small enough bag for it to be a carry on

I realized how big of a mistake it was to check my bag the minute I started looking through the carousels for my suitcase

Only to my surprise it never came around. Chris felt terrible as the flight attendant informed me that my suitcase, along with half the passengers were left to fly out on the next plane

I blinked in response to her, feeling anger rise within me “what do you mean you left my suitcase?”

“It will be delivered here in a few hours. We can ship it to the address you—”

“I just want my things! Why couldn’t you fit my suitcase on the plane?”

“There are certain rules and regulations we need to follow, the flight was sold out and we couldn’t exceed a certain weight—”

“Everything I need is in my suitcase! It’s 25 degrees out! I need my things!”

Chris wraps his arm around me attempting to calm me down saying “Honey… honey it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

I scoff saying “Don’t give me that. You carried your suitcase on. You have everything you could possibly need. I have nothing. My scripts were in there. I needed to run those lines.”

He sighs and attempts to comfort me as he looks to the lady saying “How soon will it be shipped?”

“The second it’s in our custody. You should get it by tomorrow.”

“That’s not so bad, you’ll have all your things by tomorrow. In the meantime we’ll figure something out.”

The Bahamas are sounding a lot better now

“Yeah. Okay..” I say unconvinced and on edge

Chris had called his mom a day ago telling her he was bringing his girlfriend and she was surprised to find out so late in advance

Pretty frustrated this is one of the few times she’d even heard about me.

But before I wasn’t even his girlfriend, we were just going on a few dates. He thought it was easier to just say that to his mother instead

We were both so busy, there was no time to share with anyone else but each other

And we used every single minute we could find with the other

He’d fly to me and leave in the morning. Or I’d fly in at 9am and have to leave at 12am.

He knows he should have mentioned his girlfriend earlier, to not only his mother but probably his sisters and practically anyone else in his family

I ask as he drives our rental car towards the house “Scott’s there already?”

He’s the one person I really knew from his family, considering how often he visited

“Yeah. He just got to the house this morning.”

I swallow hard saying “And your mom, Lisa knows I’m coming to Christmas?”

“She knows, relax y/n. There’s nothing to worry about. My mom will love you and we’ll have a great time.”

“So your older is Carly, and Shanna is your younger sister. Then there’s your dad and he’s a dentist. And then there’s miles and—”

“Clearly you’ve done your research.”

I sigh as I run my hands down my face saying “I wouldn’t even need to. You love your family, you talk about them constantly. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve met them. I could probably recite their birthdays at this point… oh my god. Don’t let me say that to them. I’m losing my mind. I’m so nervous, were you this nervous to meet my mom?”

He laughs as I scramble my sentences together quickly, talking way too fast

“Your mother gave me no warning, I met her in my boxers while I was getting the paper. I had no time to be nervous.”

I smile and look to him saying “She thought you were handsome immediately.”

He shakes his head saying with a chuckle “No, her first comment was asking why I was so pale.”

Laughing I shake my head saying “I can’t believe she said that.”

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He livens up my mood just switching the topic, I feel better already. He squeezes my hand saying “Just don’t overthink this and you’ll do great. Promise.”

And that’s when we turned down a street where I saw a suburban neighborhood, it was different than I was used to

There was an inflatable Santa on the large patch of grass in the front yard and lights thrown up onto the gutters, brightly colored

The driveway was full and it made me uneasy. Chris put the car in park and once he turned off the engine he looked to me “you ready to go in?”

“The gifts were in my suitcase, Chris. I have nothing for them—”

“You have your bright smile. That’s enough, we can go shopping in the morning or wait for your suitcase. All that matters is the gifts under the tree by Christmas.”

A sigh releases my lips as I look to the sprawl of inflatables across the front yard that I hadn’t noticed earlier

Some that are so clearly Boston suburbia that it’s odd to me

“Oh. That’s Jim. Moms had that inflatable for decades. It’s older than all the grandkids combined.”

“What is… it supposed to be?”

“It used to be an 8foot tall snowman, one of the first to be released. But it’s face wore off so is kids drew a new one on with sharpie and… yeah that was the result.”

Scott slowly sneaks around the car, and slams his palms into the glass of my car door

I scream as I jerk my head towards him and heave heavy breaths as my screaming stops

Chris laughs loudly and boisterous as I nearly kick the door open. It hitting Scott as I climb out, pushing his shoulder as his laugher only annoys me

“You’re an asshole!”

He and Chris just think my reaction is the funniest thing possible

“Did you hit your head when you jumped that high?”

He tumbles to the ground as he falls in the snow and practically cries with laughter

I huff in annoyance saying “Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Scott struggles to say as he gasps for air as his laughter slows

I look to Scott saying “We have a whole competition going, scaring each other. We do this basically every time everyone’s home.”

Chris smiles as he says “She has an out, it’s her first Christmas with us. She is free of the jump scares.”

“No way! She needs to experience the evans family Christmas in every way.”

Chris gives Scott a look and I walk away saying “I’m freezing. Can we please go inside.”

Scott nods saying “that sounds like a great idea.”

Chris nods as he lifts his suitcase through the snow and pulls his jacket off as he drapes it over my shoulders

I look to him thankfully as I tighten it around me. I slow to a stop as I wait for one of the two brothers to lead the way

Chris steps in front of me as he says “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just cold—” but I’m cut off by Scott running towards us and throwing a snowball into the back of Chris’ head

Scott laughs as I feel the corners of my smile turning upwards quickly as I laugh quietly as Chris huffs out a breath of annoyance

“oh… little brother you so shouldn’t have started this.”

“Chris.” I plead as his hand digs into the snow

“Just let me reach this little punk a lesson.”

And they’re already at it with each other. I stand there as Chris creates a snow ball throwing it towards his brother as Scott ducks out of the shot

My sisters and I were never like this. They were 12-15 years older than me. By the time I was 5-6 years old they were out of the house or in college. I was basically an only child with occasional visits from my sisters

But Bree moved to England for a job and Elise lives across the US. Hawaii, with her husband. Her husband is stationed in the navy there

I wince as both Scott and Chris tumble roughly into the snow but I smile because it’s hilarious

“They do this often.”

My shoulders jump at the voice, I thought I was alone out here

I look to the woman and say “And I’m sure it’s entertaining every time.” My smile shines towards her and she breathes out a laugh saying “Yeah. Most of the time. I’m Shanna. You must be y/n, his girlfriend. Right?”

Nodding I say “yes, that is me. I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas, he insisted I have a Boston Christmas.”

“You don’t have family around here?”

I pause and say “They’re in the Bahamas for Christmas.”

“And you picked this over that?” She laughs as I shake my head saying “I couldn’t leave him. We try to spend any second we can together. I’m sorry, are you Carly or Shanna? Chris talks about his sisters so much but I can’t place your name.”

She smiles saying “Shanna. His younger sister.”

“Oh okay. Thank you.

She nods saying “How’d the two of you meet?”

“Work. Of course. There’s not really anywhere else I could’ve meet someone.”

“You’re an actor too?”

I nod and say “Yeah.”

“Are you cold? We could go in while they sort this whole thing out?”

I look towards Chris as he has Scott pinned down with knee pressed against his back.

Scott’s face doesn’t leave the patch of snow as Chris tells him to tap out

I look to their sister saying “Is this normal?”

Shanna smiles saying “Yes. When they’re around each other they get like this. They’re brothers that’s for sure haha.”

I bite at my lip saying “I really am freezing. We could go in.. I’m just anxious.”

“Why don’t you head in while I get these idiots into the house?”

She steps away before I can argue the offer

I swallow hard and walk towards the house, I so don’t want to go in alone

Scott is pulled up from the snow and pushes his brother as he looks to me as Chris brushes off the snow on his clothes

“Babe, you can head in. You look like you’re about to freeze.”

I nod to Chris and ask “Just walk in?”

“My ma doesn’t care, she has everyone just walk right in.”

I stare at the door as I push it open and enter the house. Shutting it behind me to keep all the warmth in the house

I’m first hit with voices and I slow to a stop as I attempt not to intrude

But then I quickly realize they’re talking about me

“No, this is really the first time he’s ever brought her up. He told me all about her a day ago and that she was coming for Christmas.”

“Shanna is laying into her for answers and to find out what kind of person she is. God I hope she’s not some arrogant brat.”

My eyes widen suddenly as my arms drop to my sides quickly

“God knows Chris has poor taste in women. Should be interesting to meet her. From what he’s told me she’s a bit high maintenance.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that and I huff in annoyance

“I can only hope she isn’t some privileged obnoxious child. Chris didn’t give me much, only that they didn’t want to be apart. It sounds like they’re pretty serious.”

“How close could they be if he kept her hidden from us? She’s got to be the reason he skipped literally everything for thanksgiving but the dinner. He literally rolled in here at 3 and left by 8.”

The pause in conversation leaves me frozen in the entry way as I feel like I just stepped into something I shouldn’t hear

“You think he’s fallen for a girl who will keep him from us for holidays? That’s often what happens when a son marries someone.”

“You think they’re getting married?! He hardly knows the girl. God bless her but Chris could never commit to something like that. You know the cycle, give it a few more months and they’ll have moved on.”

“He said she can be difficult, especially under pressure. Like I said super high maintenance.”

“Probably means controlling.”

Excuse me?

“If this girl is wrong for him I’ll have a conversation with him. He’s my son, he’ll listen to me. She’ll be just another ex girlfriend if we don’t like her—”

I can feel the lump in my throat growing as I reach for the door handle but it opens and I take a step back as Chris steps in

He looks to me confused as I remain hovering by the door like I wanted to bolt, his arms find their way around my sides saying “you alright?”

My shoulders tighten and wind up as my whole body tightens up, I shrug in response as I slip from his grasp

Scott shouts “Ma! Chris and y/n are here!”

Chris huffs in response to his brother

The group of people file towards us as my hands pull at the zipper sides of Chris’ jacket that’s tightly wrapped around my body

Tightening it around me

“Chris!”

He bounds for his mother, and you could tell how much he loves him mom. That’s a strong hug around her. Clearly he missed her

Maybe she was right, I didn’t think I was keeping him from his family

Suddenly I feel super out of place as their whole family hugs and speaks to each other

Slowly I slip into the background of the family as my back presses to the door, everything growing overwhelming

“My sweet boy. I’m so happy you’re here.”

Controlling.

That word wanders around my head as I feel the weight of it

High maintenance

How could she have all these opinions of me before even meeting me?

Scott pulls away from his older sister saying “y/n, meet my sister Carly… y/n?” He looks behind him not finding me

I’m practically melting through the door as Chris suddenly pulls away from the conversation him and his mother are having

“honey?”

The people in front of me, serving as I wall suddenly break into two groups and the whole Evans family turns towards me

Chris looks to me with a widening smile and walks forward, grabbing my hand and saying “Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/n. I’ll introduce you to each person in a minute. Firstly, this is my ma.”

The woman looks to me and I feel the nauseous feeling grow as I stare at her nervously

She takes a step towards me as Chris’ warm hand leaves my back

She smiles and says “I’m Lisa. It’s so great to meet you.”

My grin slips as she pulls me into a hug and I grow frustrated as she says “Chris just adores you.”

I swear there’s sarcasm coming off her words

“Love, mom. I love her.” Chris confirms as his smile falls from his lips and I’m released. I’m basically introduced around and the minute I’m free from introductions I find Scott

He’s with Carly but I grab his wrist tightly and give him the crazy eyes. He excused himself from his sister as I pull him out front

“I have to get out of here.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

My hands pull down my face as I frown and say “Your mother doesn’t know I heard what she and Carly were saying in the kitchen.”

“What we’re they saying in the kitchen?” He leans forward, practically begging for the information

“Am I controlling?”

“What? Why would you…. Oh.” He pauses as he looks inside the glass panels for a second saying “she doesn’t know you. Don’t take what she said to heart. She probably read a bad article about you.”

I shake my head as I sit down on the front steps and he follows shortly after “They lost my suitcase. I have nothing. I’m feeling insecure enough already. And I know Chris is loving every minute of this but I’m just… overwhelmed and annoyed.”

Scott nods as he rubs my shoulder, and I continue saying “He never told his mom or anyone about me. They don’t know me. Would he have ever told them about me? He basically worships your mom. But I’m not important enough to be a topic?”

“I’m sure he has good reason, bee.”

I huff in response and cover my face saying “This is going to be a long week. You have to promise me you won’t leave my side. If Chris isn’t glued to my side you have to be. Please.”

His eyes widen and he says “That’s a big job.”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Scott.”

He smiles lightly saying “Fine deal.”

“This is going to be a long week.” We both say in sync

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Oh hi! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it! I wanted to create a Christmas story, this is only going to be a few parts, I think (don’t know yet!)

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[frostironfudge]

Over And Over - Ari Levinson Smut

Summary: Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: overstimulation, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, edging, nicknames: neshama sheli - my soul, metuka - sweetie/sweetheart, MINORS DNI, not red sea diving resort compliant.

A.N: ari is a feral, feral man but i think he's an adorable bear at times, this is not one of those times.

Word Count: 1k

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The haze is muted blue, sloshing of waters echoes in your mind, gaze unfocused but you feel yourself at the edge. A burning, numbing feeling creeps along your spine. 

In a sense of deja vu you reckon, there is a distant sound of pleasure, followed by a choked sob. The buzzing stops, you sigh in relief. For what? Your mind searches through the haze. 

“Oh sweetheart, too much?” Ari’s deep timber hums, your gaze moves from the swirls on the ceiling to the darkened almost blackened blue of his irises. 

The sloshing returns in tandem with the deep strokes of his fingers, Ari reignites the flame and your mouth only knows to whimper and moan for him your thighs try to close. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to keep him away from what is his and his only. 

“Oh sweet baby, you can’t keep my hands away from this greedy cunt. Come on now, give me my fifth orgasm. Come for me. I know you’re so close. Look at this filthy mess of your thighs and the sheets.” Ari croons, his voice both punishment and salvation the coil snaps, your walls spasm around his fingers pulling them back in because you can’t tolerate feeling empty. Its what landed you in trouble the first place. 

“Look at all of this, mess of my hand, my thigh, my beard. All thats left is my cock. You want it don’t you, my little filthy, pretty slut.” Ari pinches you clit making you cry out. 

“Please Ari—,” the sensitivity begins, even the soft satin of the sheets is brushing over your skin in bruising kisses. Aftershocks push through your form. Tears pooling in your eyes. 

Ari’s lips trace over your collar bone, beard brushing over your flesh. His lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on the nub, he repeats the same to the other. 

“Please what sweetness? Didn’t you want this? Sent me all those filthy little pictures.” Ari’s teeth graze around your nipple, the peaks hardened aching for attention, this fingers toy with the other. 

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” your hands find respite; his biceps, your nails dig in, Ari bites down on your nipple. He hisses you preen. Body keeping your limbs apart. The hard planes of his abdomen flush against your puffy core. 

“How many more? Got me aching for your cunt. But what was it you said?” He wonders, grabbing your face. Eyes intently looking int yours. 

“I’ll give you everything you want metuka, you know this, don’t you.” He promises, your hips raise against your will, clit brushing against the trimmed hair, “Greedy little girl. So perfect.”

Ari brushes his knuckles over your cheeks. 

“You know what you have to say metuka this punishment will end.” His patience is wearing thin, he needs the apology from you. You can’t even remember. 

“Oh, is little baby cock drunk? Can’t remember what she said? Lets see if your favourite vib—,”

“No,” you grasp his hand, “Need you, Ari.” You bite your lip but he only smirks. 

“Metuka, I need you too, but you complained about finding someone else to keep you coming and full. Now, Four on the vibrator when I left the room and one on my fingers, one of my thigh, see just two more out of the eight. For the number of times you took his name while touching yourself and sending me a fucking video.” Ari growls, you whimper. 

Warmth engulfs your nipple, you feel yourself grow slicker. Ari’s tongue swirls as he sucks upon the nub, fingers giving the other attention, he keeps switching. Every touch amplified, your stomach tightens. 

Clit pulsing for attention, you arch in his unrelenting grip. Just as you’re at the edge he stops, he slips out of your grasp, you’re about to complain.

His mouth sucks on your aching clit. Tongue swirling around the bud. You moan, head pressing into the pillow, his beard rubs deliciously against the puffy lips. 

Your broken sounds urging him onward, stomach tightening then he slows. 

Your tongue acts on its own accord, your mind desperate for release, “Ari I’m sorry, please, please—oh,” you choke on your words a scream ripped from your throat as he fills you to the brim, the stretch burns so deliciously. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Ari hums appreciative, “Metuka, fuck,” he grunts, hips begin to snap and the tendrils retirn, his thick veiny cock hitting that spot as though he placed it right where his tip curves. Your legs spread wide one on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat. 

You cum undone, a whine escaping your lips. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little filthy girl, creaming ovver my cock, fuck cunt’s sucking me in. You’re gonna milk my cock aren’t you? Pretty little slut.” His pace picks up, you only know Ari’s name it is music to his ears. 

Urging him on he can feel himself close he takes his palm away from your thigh. Calloused fingers rub at your clit. 

Your body spasms as do your walks, Ari groans your name as he spilled inside you. You moan voice cut off by his lips on yours as your final orgasm takes over. 

Ari watches you, enamoured by your arousal snd his pooling at the base of his cock. Love-bites he left ob your tits glowing with the sheen of sweat that covers your delicious skin. 

He manoeuvres you sideways, cock sliding back inside you as he pulls you to his chest pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

Your whimper as he shifts inside you. 

“Have to keep you full, Metuka. You begged for it, I’m not done, that was just your punishment. Did so well for me.” He praises, hands running over you softly. 

You nod, turning to capture his lips with yours, Ari hums, “Need to have you marked with my cum, tasting like me as well.” 

“Ari.” You huff tired. 

“In time Metuka.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 

“I love you, neshama sheli.” Ari confesses against your shoulder. 

“As I love you, neshama sheli.” Your fingers run through his hair. 

-x-

[coltrainbat]

Imagine

Chris loves the feeling of sleeping on ur boobs

https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0580/0837/1362/articles/70_ff3f59ef-5c8a-48fc-a4b1-4435c34c0f82.png?v=1636438945 thats how i imagine then, honestly idk The size

And I wanna say that I love your writing and that I’m proud of you<3

Favourite Pillows

A/N: Aww I’m proud of you too. Wait can I get more little messages after requests its so cute. 

The Pic:

You were propped up in bed, Dodger at your side, glasses sitting lazily on the end of your nose reading your book. Covers pulled up to your chin, warm and snuggly in the sheets. It was almost 11 and Chris still hadn’t come home.

They were shooting night scenes and while you appreciated that were filming in Boston so he could come home after work for once, this was a late one even for him.

You heard the front door being opened and closed slowly, the sound of soft steps coming up the stairs. Dodger stirred slightly but then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth the effort and went back to his slumber on your lap.

Chris appeared in the doorway, peaking his head in,

“I thought you would have been asleep by now.”

You placed your book out flat in front of you, looking up at him through your glasses

“Can’t sleep without you.”

“I’m coming.” He slipped off his shoes and undid his pants, stripping down to his boxer briefs.

He whistled while he took off his clothes “Dodger. Bed.” With that the pup, lazily made his way back onto the floor and towards his mat near the door.

“More room for me now.” Chris smirked at you.

You put your book on the bedside table and opened the sheets that covered your body. Your thick thighs revealed a small triangular window of your hot pink lace panties. His eyes trailed up to the tight grey cotton tank top, which while stretchy and comfortable looked like a size too small as it hugged your chest tightly, exposing your prominent nipples and large mounds.

“Now this is why I like when we film in Boston.” He crawled towards you on the bed, getting himself comfortable as he kissed you before placing his head down on your tits, his favourite pillow, his warm large body swallowed you up as he distributed his weight on top of you, tangling his legs in yours.

With a sigh he lay his head down softly on your chest.

“Big day?” You enquired.

“I am exhausted and been thinking of this all day.” His voice muffled as he sunk into your cleavage. Being fully supported by the soft, fleshy melons. His beard tickled the skin of your boobs, as he nuzzled in between them, inhaling the scent of your coconut body oil and various other shower products.

You giggled slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, he let out a content moan as he enjoyed the motion of your hands gliding through across his head, slightly scratching his scalp.

In no time at all you heard soft snores fall from his lips. As always, he had fallen asleep in his favourite position. You turned off the light next to you and slowly shimmied down the pillows to lay comfortably, careful not to stir the sleepy boy.

[satellite-evans]

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff. Like y’all know you can’t expect anything else from me at this point

A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.

There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.

The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.

While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.

"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.

"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.

" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."

Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.

"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.

"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"

Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."

The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.

"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."

In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.

"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.

"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"

He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"

"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.

Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.

"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."

"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."

The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.

"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."

With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:

"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"

Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"

Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.

"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.

"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."

"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"

The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.

"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."

The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.

"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"

He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.

"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."

"That's incredible news, buddy."

The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.

"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"

The video also caught you screaming from behind.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."

The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:

user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD

user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???

user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao

user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO

The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.

[jklcvs]

Steve Rogers One shot - Ignored

My first ever fic, it's a little short. Not proof read so I apologise if there are any mistakes. Thank you for reading!

Also not my gif, credits to the creator.

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end but not really?, just Steve being cute and reader being a little mad but it all ends well, or does it?

I'm laying in my bed, exhausted after coming from the Med bay, after being treated by Helen for a small injury from the mission this morning. "What on earth were you thinking?" Steve asks sternly walking in after knocking twice and not receiving a response from me If he could ignore me then I could too. he looks down at my bandaged arm "I was saving your ass" I respond, slightly annoyed that he only talks to me when I'm injured. He's made it his life mission to ignore me over the past few days, now he's going to speak to me?. "I don't need saving, I need all of you safe and right now I can't see that you're safe when you have a cut on your arm and it's huge" Steve says crossing his arms as he now glares slightly.

"Why do you even care? you didn't give a shit in the past few weeks" I say feeling bitter. All Steve does in response is sigh and sit beside me "Is this what this is about? you're showing me attitude because I was busy?" He asks making me narrow my eyes "busy? you were busy?" I ask in disbelief "being busy does not involve talking to every other team member, laughing with them and completely ignoring my existence, Steve" I say frustrated

"I was not ignoring you" Steve says simply staring at me, slightly uncomfortable that I caught on to his actions "yeah? so you just happened to be too busy to even talk to me but you can have a whole movie night with Bucky, a night out with Natasha and Bruce drinking in a bar? but you can't even say a simple hello to me?" I reply almost getting louder

"Look, I'm sorry, okay. I didn't think I was ignoring you" Steve tries to apologise "don't bother if you're just going to keep doing it, Steve" I say quietly. He stares at me, feeling guilty before taking my hand and stroking it lightly with his thumb "I wasn't ignoring you because I didn't want to talk to you... you just make me feel weird and I can't get a word out when you look at me. I feel as though you're too pretty to talk to, too beautiful to even look at. I feel like I can't look at you without wanting to take your lips in between mine, I can't talk to you without wanting to wrap my arms around your waist" He explains softly, my eyes widening as I listen to each of his words. "So you're ignoring me because you like me?" I ask not wanting to take longer "...yes" he answers before cupping my face "I... know I've not been the best to you in these past few days but... could I kiss you?" He asks with a shy smile, eyes full of admiration causing my throat to dry up as I try to come up with an answer but end up nodding.

Steve leans in, his lips instantly taking mine in between his as his right hand leaves my face and goes to my waist, his head tilting slightly to deepen the kiss. He pulls back slowly before looking into my eyes with a loving gaze "I want to try" he says. I look at him confused "try? try what?" I ask but Steve simply smiles "I want to try and make it up to you, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks as my face reddens "a date? like an actual date? or a friends date?" I ask not believing he'd want to go on a real date with me

"A real date, where I take you out to enjoy ourselves before bringing you back home, taking you to your room, kissing you goodnight and then leaving." He says but continues "but then coming back to your room and then giving you the time of your life, sweetheart" he whispers the last part in my ear, his lips touching the tip of my ear causing me to shiver slightly as he leaves a kiss and then pulls away with a smirk.

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Exhibit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Kink Prompt: Exhibit [Exhibitionism]

Word Count: 2,000

Summary: You attend a party in your roommate’s stead. 

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Public Sex, Masquerade, Exhibitionism, Nonconsensual Drug use, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number three, and the end of week one of my kinktober celebration! i sincerely hope you all enjoyed the first three installments! thank you all so much for reading. mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Your palms are sweating underneath your evening gloves as you make your way down the marble staircase. Everyone is looking at you. You can’t see their eyes through the masks, of course, but the sea of porcelain faces turned in your direction lets you feel the weight of their gazes anyway. Your own is tied securely beneath the carefully coiffed mess of curls at the nape of your neck, and you resist the urge to check Emily’s tie-job as you descend the staircase.

 “What if they notice that I’m, you know, not you?” You’d asked as she’d tied the black satin straps behind your head. “This isn’t a frat party, it’s like. An event.” Your roommate rolled her eyes in the mirror as she continued fussing over you, dusting lint from the front of your gown. 

 “No one’s going to care,” she’d nodded appreciatively at her handiwork. “Besides, everyone’s wearing masks anyway.”

 You feel ungainly in the heels Emily picked out, but you manage to make it to the landing without falling on your face or tripping over the train of your dress. Now that you’re at the bottom, part of the roiling mass of bodies instead of above it, you don’t feel quite as watched, and you let your shoulders sag with relief. 

 How long did Emily say this thing was? Three hours? You’re a stranger to the rituals of the wealthy, so you stand there awkwardly, clinging to the bannister. You don’t know anyone, either. The most Emily had told you about this weird little shindig was that it was once every few years, and that the absolute most important people in the city showed up. 

 “And why am I going?” You’d asked, fiddling with your ornate swan mask. 

 “You’re my proxy, silly!” She’d smiled warmly at you. “So like, if you can’t go, you can, like, have someone go represent the family. Like a stand in.” 

 “And it’s important that you be there because…?”

 “The Swan’s like. Really important. There’s this whole boring story they tell about it, but I don’t really remember.” She waved her hand at you dismissively. “Anyway, you look great.”

 “Is it heavy?” A man in a crow mask stands in front of you, his head inclined in question. 

 “W-what?”

 “The bannister. Or are you not holding it up?” He asks, grinning at you. You straighten up self-consciously.

 “I, um.” You clear your throat. “N-no.” 

 “That was a joke, sweetheart.” He extends his hand. “Emily, right? I’m Lloyd.” He points at his mask. “Crow.” 

 You shake your head. “No, I’m. I’m her fr—roommate. Stand-in. God.” You glance up at the ceiling in embarrassment. 

 “Ah.” He licks his lips and nods. “New blood, then.”

 “I guess so.” 

 He circles around to your right, looping his smoothly beneath yours. “You should dance with me.” He’s staring at you hard underneath the black porcelain of his mask, you just know it, and your skin prickles. You’ve always had a hard time telling people no—that’s how you’d ended up here in the first place. “Come on, it’s a party. You should dance.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand.

 “O-okay.” You allow him to tug you out into the crowd after casting a look back at the bannister. You can’t stay there for three hours, and you suppose having someone to talk to is better than staying in silence. Lloyd snags two flutes of champagne off of a passing server, and hands it to you. 

 “I didn’t get your name, sweetheart.” He says, tipping the glass up to your lips. You take a clumsy sip, and the bubbles tickle your nose. You tell him, and he repeats it. You don’t like the way your name sounds on his lips, drippy and smooth like honey. “Mm. I like it.” 

 “T-thanks.” You drain the rest of the flute, and the alcohol settles warmly in your empty stomach. You turn to set the glass on one of the tall tables with the other abandoned cups, and when you turn back, Lloyd has another two full glasses of champagne. You take it from him, knocking that one back too. 

 “How much did Emily tell you about our…get-together, duckling?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink. You grimace at the nickname, but Lloyd doesn’t apologize. He reminds you uncomfortably of Emily—the same bored sort of entitlement that took you months to work around in your roommate radiates from Lloyd. 

 “Not much. She just said it was a party her parents wanted her to go to.” 

 “Mmm.” He hums, stepping closer. Lloyd slides his hand around your waist. You want to tell him no, to push his arm away, but you also don’t want to make a scene. You compromise by leaning as far away from him as you can manage. If Lloyd notices your distaste, he doesn’t say anything about it. “That’s certainly part of it.” He inclines his head towards the dance floor, and continues talking. There’s no space for you to edge in a word, tell him you’re all left feet and elbows before he’s positioning your stiff arms properly. 

 “Like this, duckling.” 

 “Don’t call—”

 “You’re right. You’re a swan.” His voice is mocking. “The swan’s important, you know.” He spins you, and you land against him dizzily with one hand on his chest. “Very important.”

 “W-what?” You feel… strange. Your mouth is dry and your thoughts feel like car wheels spinning in mud. 

 “Oh yes,” Lloyd’s full lips curl into a handsome—but cruel—smile. “Beauty, youth, rebirth, blah, blah, blah. A bunch of bullshit to justify a wild party, which, if you ask me, doesn’t really need any justification.” 

 “Wild?” You don’t know what Lloyd means by wild, it looks fairly tame to you. You glance around the room, but your vision swims a little, and you stumble. Lloyd chuckles. 

 “Those drinks’ll creep up on you, Sweetheart.” He spins you again, and you let out a huff, trying not to fall over. This time, when you fall against his chest, he holds you there. “You really ought to be a little more skeptical about your friends, duckling.” He grasps your chin, turning your head a little. You grit your teeth at his familiarity, but it’s hard to fight his iron grip. After a brief struggle, you look in the direction Lloyd wants you to, and your eyes bulge in their sockets. 

 There are people dancing, milling about, but up against the wall, there’s a woman. Her gown is rucked up around her hips, held there by her masked companion. Another woman, who’s gloved hand is moving steadily beneath the fabric. You gasp, and Lloyd lets go. 

 “They’re starting early,” he hums, and you swallow dryly as you whip your head around. Suddenly, you’re seeing people all over the crowd… indulging, and no one was… saying anything. Even as you watched, a man reached down the front of his slacks, pulling out his half hard cock, while his dance partner dropped to her knees and greedily licked at the tip. 

 Panic swirls in your veins. “I-I need to go,” you mumble, your tongue feeling like thick cotton in your mouth. “Home, I n-need to go…” The words are clumsy in your mouth. Lloyd strokes your chin with one finger, and then taps it against the porcelain nose of your mask. 

 “No, duckling. I think you’ll stay here, with me tonight.” Your head spins. He fingers delicate, feathered wing motif on the spaghetti straps of your dress. “You know, when they described Emily to me, I wasn’t too keen on playing the Crow to her Swan.” He pushes the strap from your elbow, and you reel backwards—or, at least, you try to, your body moving clumsily. Lloyd’s hands are so big, and he wraps one easily around your forearm, pulling you back. 

 “But seeing you, you know you’ve got me rethinking.” 

 “S-stop, I—” He pushes down the other strap, and you try to hold up the gathered fabric at the front of your dress with one hand. “Lloyd, stop!” Your shrill voice turns a few heads, but no one moves to help you. He doesn’t stop, his fingers dancing up your bare arm to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

 “I was promised a Swan tonight, duckling,” he breathes the words out against your trembling lips. “Normally I’m not one for keeping a promise, but you know what they say. A deal’s a deal.” He cups your breast—you couldn’t wear a bra with the plunging neckline of Emily’s borrowed dress—and you whine. Lloyd hums low in his throat with approval, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You hate the hum that sings through your blood at his touch, the unwanted thrill of being seen, even as the party around you devolves into depravity. His mouth works against yours hungrily, sucking and pulling on your lips until they’re swollen. 

 Your flesh dimples at the cool air, legs wobbling dangerously when Lloyd pulls away to remove his jacket. You feel feverishly sensitive, your nipples suddenly aching from rubbing against the fabric of your dress. It’s like that all over, wherever your hot, prickling skin touches the shimmering silk. It’s hateful, the way you whimper with relief when Lloyd’s fingers make quick work of the dainty pearl buttons, and the whisper of the fabric is deafening in your ears as it slides to the polished floor. Dimly, you’re aware of Lloyd’s low hum of appreciation. 

 People are looking, you can feel the uncomfortable heat of their gazes resting on your bare skin as you try to cover yourself with stiff, clumsy hands. One of them, a man in a rat mask, reaches forward to touch you, but Lloyd yanks you back against his chest, snarling. 

 “Hands off, asshole,” he snaps, grinding his cock against the soft curve of your ass. “No touching.” Even as he reprimands the other man, Lloyd kicks your legs further apart to slide his fingers through your slick folds. God help you, it feels good when he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger. The pleasure rockets through you like electricity and you pant. Lloyd’s teeth pull at the soft lobe of your ear, and you arch your back, pressing against him desperately. He chuckles. 

 “Look, duckling,” he murmurs, reaching down between your bodies to slide his cock between your asscheeks. “They all want to watch me split this tight little pussy open, isn’t that nice?” The tip of his cock presses wetly against the puckered ring of your ass and you whine. He laughs again, the sound low and almost hypnotic in your ears. “Don’t worry duckie. Next time I’ll try your pretty asshole.” If there were more than fleeting thoughts in your head, if you were capable of doing anything more than whining like a needy animal at his touch; you would say that there would be no next time, that if you ever saw Lloyd again, it would be from the other side of a jail cell—

 But your head is empty, save for the burning in your veins that only the push of his thick, leaking head against your slick cunt can assuage. Your mouth falls open as he begins to push inside, words becoming an unintelligible gurgle in the back of your throat as you stare sightlessly at the distant domed ceiling. Lloyd curses, his fingers digging into your bare hips as he seats himself inside. 

 Perhaps it’s the delicious way he stretches you open, or the press of his thumb against your clit, but you cum with a pathetic mewl, squeezing and sucking at his cock as you tremble. The feathers of his crow mask tickle against the side of your throat as he laves at your pulse.

 “Look at you, duckling,” he grunts as he pulls out a little, only to slam back inside, making stars dance in your blurry vision. “Star of the show.” 

fin

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Rainy Mornings

Pairings: Chris Evans x Wife! Reader

Word Count: 647

A/N: 18+ Reader, Smut, Morning Sex

Summary: Chris’ POV of a rainy morning with his wife.

Chris POV

The thunder wakes me up and I look over at the clock and it’s 6:00am. The room feels exceptionally dark on rainy days and I look over at Y/N and she’s sleeping facedown, using her forearm as her pillow and her face in my direction. Her curls are wildly covering the top of her head, her lips looking pouty. I can’t help but stare at her features and just smile. How did I get so lucky to have this angel as my wife? The thunder startles her a bit out of her slumber and she reaches for me and puts her arm across my chest and her leg over my waist. She puts her face into my neck and she inhales and kisses me lightly on my neck. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lean down to kiss her forehead. “Morning sunshine.” She smiles up, “Hi, you sound like you’ve been awake for a while.” He chuckles, “Thunder has had me up for a while, I’ve been just laying here.” She sighs, “It’s early, let’s go back to sleep.” As she pets my chest hair and as I do every morning I immediately want to bury myself in her until it’s time to get up. “I have something better in mind, come warm up my dick babe” You start to grab her hips and pull her on you, she looks so beautiful over me. Her curls making her look like a lion, her eyes still a bit puffy from sleeping, her lips smiling down. She has one of my T-shirts on, only. I lift the t-shirt off of her, she leans down and pulls my boxers down, and she leans down to pet my beard before kissing all over my face. With her other hand she reaches between us and grabs my dick from the base and runs the tip of my dick through her wet folds. She finally brings me to her entrance and sits herself all the way down until I’m fully in her. We both sigh and groan at the same time, she’s so wet and warm like she always is. She looks down at me as we hear the rain and she puts her hands on my chest, she looks down and starts moving her hips in the slowest rhythm. I grab her hips and pull her hips back and forth, while she runs her hands up her own body and towards her nipples. She gently pinches her nipples and moans when I squeeze her ass. She parts her lips and sighs, “I love you, Chris” and she reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair as she kisses me lazily. I sit up so we’re facing each other and she continues to ride me. I run my fingers into the back of her head and with my other hand reach down between us and rub my thumb on her bundle of nerves. She moans into my mouth and I can feel her tighten around my dick. I groan with the sensation of this beautiful pussy wrapped around my dick. She starts to ride me harder as I rub her clit faster and she grabs the hair on the nape of my neck and throws her head back, “Omg, papi…” I continue to rub her clit and now I’m getting closer to reaching my climax and I can feel her tighten around me again and I know we’re about to reach it together. I kiss her neck and say, “let go, baby”. She squeezes my shoulders with her hands and she moans my name again as I release hot spurts into her warmth. I throw myself back and she falls on top of me. “Stay on top of me baby, keep it all inside of you.” She sleepily looks up and snuggles her face into my neck again and says, “let’s sleep a little longer before the little one wakes up in like 2 hours.”

[flordeamatista]

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Chris Evans | PEOPLE's 2022 Sexiest Man Alive

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 475.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

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*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Ari sat, propped up by an assortment of pillows against the headboard, head tipped back; long sandy strands clung to the sweat on his brow.

Soft amber glows from the setting sun snuck in through the glass panes, covering your naked body with a fading warmth as you laid between his legs. Red lipstick smeared over your lips, cheek and chin; the same red lipstick covered Ari’s thighs in pretty kisses smudging under your fingertips as you kneaded his thighs as you lapped at the skin of his balls, letting out soft, muted moans that made Ari reply with pleased hums and chesty grunts.

Heat burnt across your cheeks and the burning remnants of Ari’s heavy palms on your thighs blended together. The hues of red smeared across your face was complimented by the muted pink of your tongue, skilfully rubbing at the underside of Ari’s balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth. 

‘’That’s it, Pup,’’ Ari groaned, slow and deep; hand stroking over your hair, his hand settling lightly on the back of your neck; the sudden softness from the heaviness of his hands earlier caused your head to spin. ‘’Such a good pup.” 

You whined at the sound of his drawled praise, pleasure filled and throbbing core. Your hips humped at the sheets below you, hopelessly trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache between your legs. Ari’s chuckle soon brought you out of your head as you peered up to find his gaze locked on you, a smirk pulled at his lips. 

‘’Pathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live  for nothin’ but to be used— nothin’ but hole,’’ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack.  ‘’And you fuckin’ love it. You know you do. You’d waste days between my thighs, wouldn’t you, Pup?” 

A pitiful whine escaped your throat as you were forced to lower your gaze from his intense stare, trying to sink into the sheets while keeping your mouth and tongue running over his balls. 

‘’Tryna’ hide from me, Pup?’’ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ‘’Don’t go shy on me now,’’ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ‘’I know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``

Ari’s threat made you push yourself, widening your mouth and using your fingertips to manipulate both of his heavy balls to settle against your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly around the skin, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth; stuffed to the brim and overflowing with everything Ari. 

‘’That’s it, get ‘em dripping, pet,’’ Ari moaned into the open air. ‘’You fuckin’ love it,’’ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. “Gonna keep you there forever.”

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color Masterlist

By @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

* = Denotes smut! All of our work is 18+ only!

Chapter 1 - Work begins on Lightyear and they meet for the first time.

Chapter 2 - They get lunch together and each develop feelings.

Chapter 3 - Nat hosts a game night and shares details about her past with Chris.

Chapter 4 - Nat needs saving, and a birthday party finally forces them to act on their feelings.

Chapter 5 Part One | Part Two* - Chris explains himself in the aftermath of their date, and Nat attends his going-away party.

Chapter 6 - They deal with the aftermath of their actions.

Chapter 7 - Nat's sister's visit provides her with a distraction from missing Chris.

Chapter 8* - After a long distance birthday celebration, Chris steps up in Nat’s time of need. 

Chapter 9 Part One | Part Two - After a photo is shared online and Nat gets a glimpse into Chris’ world, they deal with the aftermath and try to pick up the pieces.

Chapter 10 Part One* | Part Two* - They are finally reunited after two months apart.

Chapter 11 - After struggling during a work day, Chris relaxes at Nat’s apartment and they share a tender moment.

Chapter 12 - Chris finally meets Nat’s family and he learns more about her past.

Chapter 13 Part One* | Part Two | Part Three - While missing Nat, Chris makes a spur of the moment decision and later Nat visits Boston for the first time.

Chapter 14* - They celebrate Nat’s birthday.

Chapter 15 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat spend Thanksgiving in Washington.

Chapter 16 - Nat participates in an art show and discusses her dreams with Chris.

Chapter 17* - Chris and Nat go on a quick trip to ring in the New Year.

Chapter 18 - Plans change and concerns are revealed.

Chapter 19* - While Chris is in Atlanta, Nat goes out to visit him after a while apart.

Chapter 20 - New beginnings and new opportunities happen.

Chapter 21 - Nat shares her news with Chris.

Chapter 22 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat deal with the consequences of their decisions.

Chapter 23 - Chris and Nat spend time together in San Francisco.

Chapter 24 - Chris and Nat celebrate the premiere of Lightyear.

Chapter 25

**We are posting the remaining chapters and a synopsis to summarize the rest of the story**

Chris and Nat asks, headcanons, and more!

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer pt.3

warnings: none

word count: 3,211

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December 24th: Christmas Eve and party-

The sound of tiny stomping feet wakes me as I open my eyes confused, the door to his childhood bedroom pops open quickly

Three of his nephews and his niece come running toward the bed. I go to brace for impact as they scale the bed

Little knees hit my stomach and Chris groans in pain as tiny elbows and knees dig into his stomach and side

“Uncle chris! Uncle Chris!”

They poke his face as his niece, Stella pokes at my cheek smiling widely

I smile to her saying “Merry Christmas Eve miss Stella.”

She chuckles saying “Grandma said to wake you because breakfast is ready.”

I look to Chris as his nephews wrestle around with him as the older one rifles through the drawers in the room

“Hey. Quit snooping through my things.” He pushes the drawer shut saying “Tell grandma we’ll be down in ten.”

Stella asks “How do you make your face so pretty? Can I do your makeup?”

“Of course you can. Find me tonight after dinner. You can do my makeup.”

Stella quickly whispers to me “Uncle Chris has stinky breath.”

I laugh and nod saying “He does doesn’t he?”

I sit up, lifting her onto the comforter at my feet saying “how about you save me a spot at the table. I just need to change.”

“Okay.”

Chris looks to miles saying “I expect a spot beside you bud.”

Miles and Stella remain as the only two niece or nephews that haven’t ran off yet

They both nod in agreement as Chris kisses the top of my head and I say “She’s right, you need to brush your teeth babe. That beer last night gave you stinky breath.”

The two kids grow into a fit of giggles as Chris gasps saying “I beg to differ!”

He kisses me and I lean into him and bite at his lip as I push out of his grasp “Brush ‘em please.”

He laughs saying “Fine. Fine.. I’m going.”

The two kids leave the room shortly after and I follow Chris into the bathroom, picking right back up on our domestic routine

We move through the bathroom like we would at home. Handing and moving around each other with ease

He holds out both our toothbrushes as I squeeze the contents of the paste onto the bristles

I drop the tube and grab my purple toothbrush, I pull the brush through my hair, handing it to him seconds later as he pushes the faucet on

He looks to me as he finally realizes and watches how well we’ve developed together

How smoothly and easy this is

Like we don’t even inconvenience each other. It’s not always like this but it is right now, we’re a team and he’s staring at me in awe

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion as I stare at his reflection in the mirror “something on your mind?”

He spits his toothpaste out, at least a minute after me and smiles saying “No. I’m just really happy.”

I smile to him as my hands press to his cheek “Have you taken the Russo brothers up on that suggestion?”

He exhales slowly in response as he melts into my hand saying “Of course I have. The beard is making a comeback.”

My smile grows contagious as he grins widely, his teeth finally showing as his smile widens

“I love you. Have I told you that lately?”

“It never gets old, babe. I love you too.”

“Good. Expect me to never give up saying it.”

I pull away from his grasp as his hand remains pressed to my waist as my hand drops from his cheek “I should wash my face.”

I lean towards the water, rinsing my face then scrubbing in my face wash and rinsing it off

His hand slides across my waist and wraps around me as the other arm cages together with the other

His lips press to my shoulder as I laugh I crack into a fit of laughter as he continues to move his lips across my skin

“Chris.” The words barely leave my lips as I exhale with them

“I know. We should go downstairs..”

But his grip around me says otherwise

His foot kicks the door shut as I slip from his hold

I shriek in laughter as he spins back towards me, charging towards me

He grows risky quickly as his hands pick at the buttons of my top and I shake my head saying “This is your childhood home.”

“I’m an adult.” He admits as he gives each other distance. Not much but some

I smile and say “She’ll send the kids back up if we don’t go down. How did we even end up back up here? I know I fell asleep downstairs.”

“I carried you to bed. At like 3 am. It was just Scott and a couple of the cousins that stuck it out. All the couples had gone back to their rooms.”

“Oh. Well my back and I bet your back thank you.” I smile as I squeeze his shoulder as I leave the room

He follows shortly after me as we walk down the hall and find out what the family is up to. And much to my surprise it’s more chaotic than I’ve ever seen it

There’s an influx of people I’ve never seen and Chris pushes me forward saying “I’m starving, come on.”

My eyes jolt around to all the new faces and influx of Christmas decor everywhere. Waiting to be hung up or presented somewhere

Chris hands me a plate and I look towards Lisa as she seems overwhelmed during her conversation with a few women and Scott and Ryan.

“What is all this?”

“Christmas Eve party. I told you about that, didn’t I?”

I look towards him saying “I don’t think so. All of this? How many people does your family host?”

Chris shrugs saying “Let’s just say it’s a packed house. Mom knows everyone. You’ll get to meet my dad tonight. He’ll be here with his girlfriend. Mom will be as far away from his as possible, as usual.”

“Okay. I don’t have the guest list memorized. I don’t know who I’m meeting. You told me I’d be meeting your immediate family. I only know their names.”

He laughs as he bites into his toast and shakes his head. I eat a bite of the French toast and sigh saying “It’s not funny. I don’t want to mess up their names. That’s rude.”

“They’ve never met you, and you’ve never met them. I’ll introduce you to each. I promise, and then you can memorize their names you weirdo.” He kisses my hand and drops it onto his knee a second later as he smushes the egg with two pieces of toast

Lisa can cook. This is really good

“Your mom looks stressed.” I admit as I look to her. Her hands hold up her hair as her face looks distressed

“Yeah. She gets like this every year.”

“And you don’t help her?” I ask

“Of course we help her. She gets overwhelmed regardless.”

I purse my lips as I smile saying “We never had big scale holidays like this. Half the time my sisters barely made it home. When I was a kid we’d go into town for a nice dinner, and walk the streets for Christmas lights. And my dad would read the night before Christmas when we got home.”

“It was just the three of you?”

I nod saying “Yeah. My sisters were in college and had friends and boyfriends. They followed them home for the holidays.”

He nods saying “I see. What’d you do last Christmas?”

My smile drains from my face as I stab at my plate of food and I clear my throat saying “Oh just.. hung around.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s pretty self explanatory isn’t it?”

He shakes his head saying “I know we were friends then but what were you up to?”

“Well, I had a script sent to me a week or two prior so I was running those lines and I had a nice takeout dinner sent to my apartment and I watched Christmas movies over a bottle of wine or two.”

His eyes widen as I cough and try to move onto a different topic “Anyway-”

“Hold on. You didn’t spend the holidays with your family?”

Sighing I say “It doesn’t matter alright? I spent New Years with a beautiful man though. That was my favorite holiday by a long shot.”

My hand grazes his cheek as I smile and he says “So for thanksgiving this year, you went to your sisters?”

Nodding I say “Yep. Had a great time seeing her and the kids.”

He exhaled as he says “You told me you went to your other sisters place.”

I groan saying “Chris why does it matter?”

“Because you spent that holiday alone. I should’ve been with you.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had Dodger. And a large bottle of wine.”

He shakes his head saying “Why is your family so distant?”

“It’s how we were raised. I never had anything like this. It’s really cool you have this. I get why you love it here so much.” I smile to him and feel warmth radiate as he hugs me saying “Any holiday, any year, you’re welcome here. With me.”

He kisses me and Scott scoffs saying “Gross. I’m trying to drink my spiked coffee in peace.”

Chris looks to Scott saying “Did you know she spent Thanksgiving alone this year?”

“She finally told you that?”

I glare at Scott and Chris scoffs saying “Seriously?”

“Scott stayed with me until 1:30 that day. I bought his first class ticket to Boston.”

“Why wasn’t I told? I would’ve brought you with me and—"

“My sister was gonna call and my mom was thinking she might’ve stopped by… it was complicated.”

Scott rolls his eyes saying “They’re flakes. I don’t know why she gives them the time of day.”

“They never did those things?”

I sigh saying “You’re really bringing down the Christmas cheer here, bucko. I’d like to not think about the holidays I spent alone.”

He nods saying “you’re going to love the things my family has planned today. It’s going to be your best Christmas Eve yet, y’know.”

I shake my head as my grin widens “I’m ready to be woo’d.”

Lisa squeezes my shoulders saying “Scott says you’re an amazing cook. I could use another set of hands. Do you mind?”

“Of course. Where do you need me?”

I stand up and follow her to the kitchen as Scott says “You should know by now that her family is the worst.”

“I was thinking you’d help me with the appetizer prep. I’m scrambling around like a frying egg. God I’m nervous.”

She pushes the cookbook stand in both our eye sight and says “I was thinking we’d start on the dips. They need to be refrigerated for at least a couple hours.”

“Okay. That’s do-able.”

Chris watches me as I cook and watch his mom and sisters interact. I smile and he looks towards Carly willing her to get his girlfriend to join them

“Mom did you show y/n your famous bread yet?”

“Bread?” I ask

“It’s twisted brioche. It’s my great grandmothers recipe. I have it rising right now. I think we could steal a peek.”

She motions for me to walk over and I watch as she lifts the towel off the dish and I see the bread that looks gigantic already

I smile and say “It looks great.”

“Thank you. We have it every Christmas Eve dinner. My grandmother used to put a bay leaf in one slice and whoever got it was deemed to have the best Christmas. It’s a cheesy tradition but it stuck.”

Carly complains “I’ve personally never gotten it. But Scott’s had it four different years. Shanna’s had it twice. Chris has had it like eight times.” She laughs and I chuckle saying “Of course he has.”

Chris looks to his mom and sees her actually getting along with the woman he plans to propose to. And he feels relief

“I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be down by the time we need to head out for shopping.”

I look towards him quickly, slightly confused why he’s abandoning me like this. Scott sits at the barstools and smirks saying “I think y/n needs to shower too. You two are going to have to share like last night.”

My eyes pop to Scott as I turn flushed. Chris smacks the side of his brothers head saying “You and I both know you’re only starting shit.”

Scott laughs and Chris excuses himself as the conversation in the kitchen turns sour. Lisa teases “We have quite a few other bathrooms if you’d prefer to shower without Chris.”

My skin grows a darker red in embarrassment as I feel heat cover my arms and cheeks

Scott says “I was just joking mom. y/n can’t handle the temperature of Chris’s shower so she had to use mine anyway. His is still stuck at that scorching temperature.”

I stare at him as he tries to remedy the situation he created but all it created was tension and silence

And I just go back to making the many dips I’ve been left in charge of. Slowly making my way through the list

Onion dip, spinach dip, sweet dip, and salsa.

Once I finish Scott helps me carry them to the outside fridge.

I hit him the second the fridge closes and groan saying “You just can’t let me have an easy moment can you?”

“Nope.” He laughs and I sigh saying “Your mother despises me.”

“Maybe.” He smiles

I run my hands down my face and he opens the freezer. He pulls out a brown bag and I look to him confused. He slides out a large bottle of vodka

My eyes widen and he grabs the half empty bottle of cranberry juice “mom used this for a recipe.”

“The vodka?”

He laughs and says “No.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he begins to fill the cranberry juice container with vodka. “Jesus Scott! That’s a lot—”

“This will get you through today. Chris loves Christmas Eve, but I grudgingly get through it with this. This is going to be my Christmas punch.”

“That’s literally just a vodka cran.”

He chuckles and nods happily. I groan and he screws both caps closed. He shakes the container and then quickly takes a sip

He closes an eye and shouts out

He laughs shortly after and says “You’re up.”

“No.” I shake my head in disagreement and push the container away from me “I refuse to get tipsy in front of your mother. She’s scary enough sober.”

Scott shakes his head saying “This is the only way it’ll get better.”

“Liar.”

And then I left the garage, I went upstairs and took a shower.

I had no clothes to change into so I just headed back to the room in my towel and then met an already dressed Chris back in our room.

I sighed as I approached him. His hands pressed to the sides of my face as he then bent down to kiss me

Once we pulled away he said “Ma didn’t tell you the plan for today right?”

“No. Not yet.”

“After visiting the mall Santa and shopping, we go caroling.”

My eyebrows shoot up.

He scratches at his chin and says in a mellowed tone “As a family, all of us. We put on our warmest clothes and have hot coco in travel mugs. And once we’re done with that we go home for my families Christmas Eve party. My aunt stays back with the food and it’s all ready for our guests.”

I stare at him with minor disgust as my body remains stagnant. I feel like I have to be energetic about these festivities but I don’t sing and I don’t visit Santa

My eyes remain wide as I bite my cheek roughly as I choke back the words.

“You’re kidding.”

He chuckles and says “I’m not. It might sound childish but it’s a lot of fun. Trust me.”

“Oh…. Trust me… I’m trying.”

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here’s the next part, sorry about the delay. Life happened. Gentle reminders or polite asks for me to update are appreciated.

But I don’t respond well to negative messages that call me a liar and hateful things. I am a person on the other side of this screen and I have my own problems and life. Please refrain from leaving those messages on my feed. I am just a girl, writing in her free time because I enjoy it. And I’m glad that you enjoy my story too! And I’m sorry when I don’t post as often as we’d both like.

But my life is sucky a lot of the time and I have a ton of problems. Which lead to me having to value myself and my health first. I’m sorry for the delay, I’ll try to be more consistent.

Here’s the long awaited next part!

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You Said I Was Your Favourite - Ari Levinson

Summary: You're taken from Ari. He's promised you many things but when his eyes don't meet yours and his present words begin to make you doubt his past promises. Will you go back to him?

Paring: Mafia!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, mentions of past self harm, scars of self harm mentioned, reader is clean since 3 months, canon level violence, reader kidnapped, swearing, guns, blood, injury, protective ari, smut, p in v, dirty talk, fluff, past is in italics, hurt/comfort, fluff/smut, nicknames: metuka (meaning sweetheart).

A.N.: honestly the lyric 'you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding' cardigan by taylor swift, was circling around my head for the most part writing this fic. this is sort of a self indulgent fic, plus Mr. Levinson just reminds me of this comforting bear, i adore him. wrote this amidst a writing block so it may not be top notch but i adore it.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics || Word Count: 4.1k

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Burning gunmetal and rust, a leaking pipe of water. Rough, uneven ground digs into your skin. Your gaze searches the dark room, vision field limited at the angle your head is twisted upon. 

The overhead light flickers with an inconsistent buzz. You groan when you feel yourself being propped up to your knees. 

“Stupid bitch.” The man sneers, grip tightening on your hair, twisting harshly. Your clothes stick to you, uncomfortably so. Sweat and you fear some amount of blood might be the reason. 

The door is kicked open, heavy footsteps each around the room. You can’t look up fully due to the grip on your head. 

However recognising that cologne is easy, and the way your heart soars even in this most horrible situation. You know it’s him—Ari. 

Another whimper is coaxed out of you, your head tilted further the warm barrel of the gun touches your jaw. 

Ari’s gaze is cold, not the warm blue waters that you love to sink into, none of the fiery blaze present with which he would trace your form. 

“I see you made it.” The man chuckles, tapping your jaw with the gun, “Here I thought apart from your long gone wife no one held your affections.” He laments. 

Ari’s jaw tightens, lips pressed into a thin line. It is then you realise he isn’t sparing you a glance. His gaze is on the man only. 

“What no words? I have your girl.” The man scoffs, Ari just shrugs. 

“You should really fact check, Parson.” Ari tuts, retrieving the pack of cigarettes he carries and lights one. 

One puff, then a second one. 

He scratches the side of his mouth with his thumb. Eyes everywhere else but on your form. 

You swallow, your heart trying to convince your mind this is a dream. You were sleeping. 

You had gone out, the mall? Yes. 

Picking up a dress for dinner with Ari. 

You must have gotten tired and fallen asleep. 

This is just a dream. 

Ari would never let his gaze stray from you. He would never ignore you. 

“So if I shoot her, you won’t be sad or mad?” Parson’s voice sounds full of doubt. 

“Oh I would be, but it is because you killed an innocent person, not because she means anything to me. You have the wrong woman.” Ari takes another drag of the cigarette. It burns bright then turns to ash. 

You feel tears brim your eyes, a wicked smirk on Ari’s face. 

“Oh, did you think more?” He speaks in a mocking tone. You feel your heart crack. 

Please be a dream. Your heart screams, wails in your chest. Your gaze shifts down, lips pressed together tightly not to let the sob break free. 

“But, but I saw the two of you, your hand on her face. She’s in l-love with y-you.” Parson stammers, his clear upperhand being undermined. 

“Half of the female population pines for a minute of my affection.” Ari drops the cigarette, stepping upon it with the heel of his boot.

“You should have had more women in here.” He gives a dry chuckle. 

“There isn’t anyone apart from you, Metuka.” Ari whispers against your forehead, “After a long time my heart has thawed, waiting to place itself onto your palms.”

You stay silent, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Bear.” Your throat tightens, “I, I have feelings for you too.” You admit, “I thought, I thought you wouldn’t—,” 

“Oh but I do, Metuka.” He smiles, the kind that melts your heart. He pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his bear hug. You nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck. 

You blink tears at the memory. 

“I’ve seen you kiss her.” Parson still argues. 

Ari clicks his tongue, clearly irritated. 

Ari’s lips find yours, he walks in after his work day. You gave him your apartment key. A squeal leaves you when he lifts you up, arms wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his broad chest. 

Deep rumbling laughter fills the small kitchen. You tilt your head back looking up at him. He then brushes his lips against yours, your hand moves to tangle with his soft hair. A few of the strands tickling your cheek.  

The kiss turns bruising, you tug on his hair, he groans into your mouth, hands tightening around you. Keeping you to him. 

“You’re mine, Metuka, as I am yours.” He promises. 

“Parson, you’re wasting my fucking time.” Ari roars, anger coursing through his voice. You close your eyes. 

“So you won’t care if I hurt her?” Parson smirks, watching the man in front of him closely. He taps the gun to your forehead. 

“No one will lay a finger upon you, Metuka.” Ari promises as you’re laying with your head in his lap. 

“Ari, nothing will happen to me.” You look up at him, his palm brushing over your head pauses, eyes harbour a moment of worry. 

You grasp the hand that is on your abdomen, bringing it to your lips you kiss his palm. The callouses memorised by you. Your thumb traces over them. 

“You will always protect me, I know.” You assure him. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of what I do. Ever.” There is a furrow between his brows. 

“Bear.” You try to get him to smile at the nickname, he doesn’t, you frown. 

“Metuka,” Ari struggles with verbalising, you sit up, effortlessly he makes you sit facing him, “I will protect you till my last breath.” 

“Bear, don’t, say that.” Your hands cup his face, stroking over his beard. 

“There is only you, I only harbour you in my heart.” Blue eyes study you as you take in his words, your skin heats. 

“I love you, Ari.” Your words light him up, he rewards you with the prized grin that belongs only to you. 

“Parson, I was told you have a negotiation for business.” Ari taps his foot, your eyes drop from his face, “I didn’t realise you’d rather discuss the women I fuck.” 

The words are cruel, they make you question everything over the past six months. 

Your brain mocks your heart, you almost don’t feel the blade sinking into your forearm. When you refocus, you see the torn sleeve, Parson’s smile drops when Ari doesn’t show a shred of care. 

“Let's try the other hand.” Parson moves, gripping your left hand. You panic. 

“No.” You whisper, you hadn’t let Ari see your arms, favouring full sleeves. Not letting him take off your shirt when things got intimate during heavy make outs. 

You were waiting for the damn scars to fade. You try to pry your hand away. 

Ari’s hands freeze under your shirt. The way you tensed had him pause. He retracts his hands and pulls his mouth away from your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, attempting to shift away. Your hands grasp his shoulders urging him to stay. 

“Ari, Ari let me explain—,”

“You just have to say no, Metuka. It all stops. I don’t want an explanation.” He shakes his head. 

“I’m, no I want to do this, kissing you making out, I just, I’m not comfortable taking my top off yet.” Your skin heats, you gaze down at his half exposed chest. The hypocrisy makes you wince. 

“Do you want my hands to explore beneath?” He questions, you nod. 

“So the shirt is not off but I can try to touch your very pretty boobs.” He just laughs when you lightly smack his chest. Grasping your palm he brings your fingers to his lips. Placing soft kisses upon them as his beard tickles. 

You giggle, Ari adores you. 

His palms then cup your cheeks, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll take it further okay? I’m very happy making out as though we’re horny teenagers.” 

That earns him another smack. 

His deep laugh rumbles through your chest. 

You try to shift away, Parson points his gun at Ari. 

“He may feel nothing but I know you do, even if you’re nothing to him. Do you want him dead?” He chuckles darkly when your eyes shift from the gun to the towering man. 

Ari still doesn’t meet your gaze, you don’t understand. Till this morning it was as if you were his world. Now he looks at you as if you’re nothing to him.  

“Please don’t hurt him.” You look up at Parson. He only smiles, lowering the gun. Harshly grabbing your forearm you cry out, then bite down on your tongue to stop the whimpers. 

Parson pushes the sleeve back harshly, the knife ready but then he pauses, seeing the lines strewn across your skin. 

“Of course, big bad mafia man, Ari Levinson would never want someone broken.” Parson shakes his head with laughter bubbling past his tongue. 

Ari finally moves his gaze on you, you’re looking down, biting back sniffles. The sight of your forearm though, sends his heart plummeting. 

How had he not figured it out? 

Why hadn’t you told him? 

Is this why you didn’t want to show him all of you? 

Why had he not asked you more often if you were doing alright?

How selfish and blind had he been towards you?

How long has this been going on?

Guilt fills him. 

“No one would want someone this broken.” The disgust in Parson’s voice wraps around your mind, the scars ache beckoning you towards them yet again. 

“I know.” Your voice is so small, you don’t look up. You don’t want Ari to see you this way. He wouldn’t care either way. You blink away the tears, it only makes them brim over. 

“Parson, you have ten seconds to step away from her.” Ari warns through gritted teeth. 

The man scoffs, “You’re without a weapon. You’re in no position to—,” 

The mobster reaches into his jacket, retrieving a gun. 

“H-how did you get that past my guards?” Parson sutters at the ammunition reveal. 

“Oh, your guards? Did I say I came in here unprepared?” Ari chuckles darkly. 

Parson presses the gun to your forehead, again. 

“I won’t hesitate.” He warns. 

“Nor will I.” Ari declares, “Close your eyes for me, Metuka.”

You look up at him, he finally meets your gaze. You close your eyes. 

You hear the click, there is the echo of a shot fired followed by a clattering. You cover your ears. The gun no longer pressed to your forehead. 

“Metuka.” 

Warmth wraps around you, the scent of musk and jasmine surrounds you. Ari. You’re pressed to his chest. You want to cry, bury yourself in him. 

You’re about to give in, take the comfort that belongs to you. Then you pause, you tense up. 

Pushing at him, no, no, he wasn’t yours, he promised and everything Ari just admitted to, he doesn’t, he never said it and you know why, now. 

“I’m sorry, I had to lie. Metuka, I’m so sorry, I should have been there with you. I sent you off alone like a fool.” He stumbles over his words, 

“I promised you and I broke it, I couldn’t protect you, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry about whatever I said, I had to make him question his plan. I’m so sorry. Please talk to me, Matuka.” He pleads, large hands running up and down your shaking form. 

You stay quiet, cheek pressed to the exposed flesh of his chest. His habit of having the top two buttons of his shirts unbuttoned was something you always found yourself drawn towards. Findinding your cheek pressed against it, hearing his breath and heart beating. 

“You said it all so easily.” You whisper. 

“I had to lie.” Ari explains, his hand cupping your face, trying to get you to look at him. 

The wet tears gracing his skin breaking everything within him. 

“Bear?” Your voice is low, sleep ridden. 

He looks up from his files to you. You’re standing in the doorway of his office. 

“Metuka? Why are you awake, is everything alright?” Pushing the chair back he stands, motioning for you to come closer. 

“Bad dream…” you say, making your way to his open arms. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Ari wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

You shake your head, wanting to dismiss the dream. It still gnaws at you. 

“You won’t, you won’t lie to me right?” You whisper the question. 

Ari’s brows furrow, “I’d never—,”

“About the way you feel, you won’t lie right? Saying that you have feelings for me when you actually don’t? If, if you just want sex then we can, you don’t have to lie to wait—,” 

“Metuka.” The pain in that one word makes you pause. 

Ari steps back, hands not leaving your face. 

“I want everything with you okay? I don’t care how long I need to wait. I want you to be comfortable. I know I don’t express myself enough but please know I will never lie to coerce you into bed.” His blue eyes gaze into your own. Slowly you move closer to him again. 

Closing the distance between the two of you. Ari’s hands move to your hips, aiding you in reaching up to him. He bends down, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. A promise. 

When your lips part, as you breathe in you contemplate telling him. 

“You can tell me what is on your mind.” His thumb strokes your cheek. 

“Previous, previous partners have said sweet words and declarations of emotions… just to get into bed and then they leave.” You tell him. 

“Give me the names.” He says so casually. 

“Ari you aren’t going all Mafia Boss on them.” You warn him. 

“They disrespected you, Metuka, they hurt you. Those who hurt you should not get a second chance at life.” He declares. 

There is a pause, “Was your dream about me hurting you?” He hesitates in wanting to know, a fear so deeply ingrained. 

You nod. 

“I wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt you, please know that. I may have to lie or keep some truths half hidden, to protect you from the world I am a part of, I don’t want that tainting you.” Ari admits his worries, your arms wrap around him. 

He seeks refuge in your warmth. 

“I cannot have people use you or hurt you just to get back at me, for things I’ve done.” He continues, “I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire and I will make sure of it that you don’t ever get hurt.” 

“I’m so sorry.” He says again, you grab at his coat lapels, “I’m going to find who leaked our location—,”

“Ari, it hurts.” You finally register the wound on your forearm, looking at it you frown. 

Then you look down at Ari’s sleeve, his jacket half off, the sleeve of his shirt torn to make a makeshift bandage for your wound. You stare up at him. 

“Metuka, we’ll talk about everything at home. Can you stand?” He watches over you, the protectiveness within him brimming over. 

You wince moving your leg forward. 

“Alright, I’m carrying you.” Ari decides, shifting to your side and in a blink you’re in his arms. 

“Boss.” Lloyd interrupts his step towards the door. 

“Close your eyes.” He whispers softly to you, you bury your head against his chest. Closing your eyes. Breathing in his scent. 

You feel Ari turn, “Keep him alive. I want answers, then I’ll take care of it. Metuka isn’t to be messed with, ever.” There is a dark edge to his voice, a judgement veiled between words. 

Lloyd hums, “Alright, can I be creative with the keeping alive process?”

You don’t hear Ari’s reply, just feel him beginning to move again. 

The distant yell has you know what his reply was to Lloyd. 

Ari doesn’t take you to your apartment, you’re driven up to his estate. The first time you had seen his home post the lunch he took you to for your first date you joked if he was a mafia drug lord. 

You giggle remembering his expression. Ari smiles when he hears the melodic sound. Nerves easing. 

“What’s making you laugh?” He smiles as you meet his gaze with a smile. The dim lighting of the car did not dull the soft shine in his loving gaze. 

“Just your face, when I asked if you’re a mafia drug lord when you brought me here for the first time.” You laugh again, he squeezes your side playfully. 

“I was so scared you’d go running to the hills when I told you.” He admits. His free hand softly traces your left hand. Never over the scars just bordering around them. 

“I wouldn’t, I mean, shady things yeah, but you aren’t in the whole drug thing so…” you trail off, the house comes into view. 

“Come, I’ve got a medic on call.” Ari holds you protectively yet again. 

“I think I can walk—,” you keep quiet at the look he gives you. 

The medic is a sweet woman, she tends to your wounds, the cut isn’t deep for stitches, just a dressing. Her eyes linger on your scarred forearm, she doesn’t broach. You’re thankful for that. 

The other scarpes littered over your form are checked and cleaned. 

Ari enters the room, holding your favourite blue shirt of his and a pair of leggings you left here. He places them then moves to stand outside the room, waiting for you to change. 

“I want to tell you about, about the scars.” You tell him, his face ashen as he turns. 

“I, I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention.” He doesn’t know what he should say, you shake your head. 

“I hid them, I, I’m about three months clean now. I wanted them healed before you saw, didn’t want you to think I’m broken.” You quietly admit the last part. 

“Metuka, I could never.” Ari gently grasps your hands, “You aren’t broken, this, this is hard, I just want to support you. The way you need. I don’t want you doing this to yourself ever again, but I know it’s easier said than done. I’m proud of you for being clean for three months. So immensely proud.” He peppers kisses all over your face, his beard tickling you laugh. 

“You never have to hide any part of you from me.” Ari grasps your chin gently, tilting your head back, “I love you. Every part, even the ones you may keep hidden away from me.” 

You stare up at him, the little flecks in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. Your chest tightens. 

“Ari.” You remember to breathe. 

“I love you.” He affirms again.

“Ari.” His name breaks as your voice does, “Ari, I love you too.” 

“Metuka.” His own voice grows heavy with emotion, “No one is in my heart but you, no one holds my heart but you.” 

Your hands move from his chest, up his neck, one cups his face the other runs through his hair. He sighs, basking in the warmth of your touch. 

You reach up, gently tugging him downward. Ari complies with your wish. 

Your lips meet, his hand moves over your back, towards your neck. His lips slightly chapped, bitten in worry, the lingering hint of smoke and the drink he probably took. His tongue moves over your bottom lip, parting your lips. 

Your groan has him push himself closer to you. Your legs around his waist, Ari nips at your bottom lip coaxing another whimper from you. Your fingers tug upon his hair, a deep growl rumbles within his chest. 

You can feel his hardening length against your core, you gasp when his hips move against you. 

“A-ari,” his lips move along your jaw, nipping and humming at the taste of your skin. 

Your clit pulses as he sucks upon the spot beneath your ear. 

“I feel so content.” He hums, tugging on your earlobe, “Having you back in my arms.” His beard brushes over the spot he just etched his mark onto. 

You keen as his bulge twists the fabric of your panties over your clit. Pleasure sparks across your spine. 

“Mine, just as I am yours.” Ari says, biting down on your collar bone. His large form encases you. His lips on every inch of your exposed skin, the little gown coming off, your nipples harden brushing against the fabric of his shirt. 

“Fuck,” you tug on the shirt, he shifts back letting you undo the buttons, his own large hands moving over your sides, eyes darkening. 

“You sure you want this, Metuka?” Ari hisses when your nails scrape over his chest, your lips tracing over his sternum, making way to his nipple tugging on it, his grip tightens on your thighs. 

“I want you, Ari. How much ever you’re willing to give me.” Your lips trace over his neck, to his jaw, then his lips. Hands moving to his pants, he aids you in undoing them. 

His length twitches in your palm, you moan softly feeling the familiar vein on the underside as you trace his length. Ari groans as your thumb circles over his tip collecting the precum and bringing it to your lips. 

Fingers hooking around the band, you raise your hips, Ari gets rid of your panties, discarding them to the side, you shiver as the cool air greets your wet folds. 

Warm fingers have you arch, grinding against them. 

He brings his soaked fingers toward his mouth. You moan when his eyes close as he hums at your taste appreciatively. 

“Ari, please.” You plead, he chuckles. 

“Impatient little sweet girl.” He teases, parting your thighs further, hooking them around his waist, his tip moves against your folds, you want to sigh at the relief of being so close to feeling him. 

It turns into a moan melding with his own groan as your walls take his girth in, chest rising and falling, Ari sinks into you inch by delicious inch. The burning stretch dulling into pleasure as his thumb draws circles onto your clit. 

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” you choke on your words, his his flush against yours, your walls pulse around him. His lust blown eyes on your pussy. 

“She takes me so well, fuck baby, look at you.” He gazes into your eyes, slowly pulling out halfway then sinking into you again. And again. 

Your jaw slack, he shifts slightly, tip brushing over the spot that has you shuddering in his hold. Ari pushes you down, the angle making him go deeper, your back arched. The sound of skin slapping as his pace becomes relentless. 

“Squeezing me so good, don’t want to let your cock go do you, Metuka?” His mouth latches to your taut nipple, your hand grabs at his hair tugging harshly lips only know to say his name—oh god, oh god, oh god. 

You feel the pleasure build slowly then all at once he has you dancing along the edge. Your legs wrap around him tighter, not letting him go too far. His large hands squeeze at your hips, mouth latching onto the other nipple. His happy trail, rubs against your clit, sending you over. 

You cum with a cry of his name, the wet sloshing sounds only increase as you gush around him. His pace doesn’t relent, pushing you further down, he hovers above you. Your leg now over his shoulder. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, stroking over the sweat sheened skin.  

“So pretty this way, one more baby, one more before I fill you up. One more,” he coaxes, you feel him move impossibly deeper. Tip hitting your cervix stars cloud your vision. 

Can’t, I can’t, you think, “Ari,”

“You can and you will.” He growls, pinching your clit you shudder yet again, the pleasure begins to climb, taking over you nerve by nerve. 

“Look at you, so pretty, taking all of me so well, I belong to you my sweetness, all of me, yours, yours to love, yours to hold, yours to claim, yours to fuck.” Ari swears as he feels your walls spasm, your nails dig into his forearms you shudder in his grasp as your orgasm triggers his own. 

Ari moans your name, spilling into you, claiming your walls with his seed. He continues to thrust allowing you both to ride out your orgasms, he watches the mix of the two of you coat a ring at the base of his length. 

“I’m not done with you, Metuka.” He says, softly kissing your forehead. 

You look at him through glassy eyes, aftershocks lingering through you. 

He slowly pulls out, you whimper, then moan when his lips move along your inner thighs, blowing softly over your clit. 

“Ari—,” Your whine cut off when his mouth latches to your cunt. The way his eyes glaze and roll back at your taste, the moan that presses against your folds and clit. You cry out for more of him. 

“I told you I’m not done. Have to have a taste of my pretty pussy.” Is all he says, beard gleaming with your arousal, before his lips latch around your clit again. 

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