#chris beck x curvy reader

[peacefulwriter88]

Eurydice & Orpheus

Chris Beck X OC WoC Adria Devereaux

Warnings: SMUT and angsty af, cheating

A/N: I don’t know, @geminimoonbeamx got me all fucked up thinking about Chris Beck and this particular prompt (like all inspo credit goes to her lol) and I’ve been wanting to write an OC for a while so this is me doing it! Enjoy lol

His scent is intoxicating. It takes over the space of her small apartment, permeates more than the sheets that she had washed two times to ensure the scent would go away. Instead it wafts in the air, sticks to her skin, clings to her mind and she has to open a window to get it to go away.

She allows herself to stand there, looking out of the window. Into the busy streets of Boston, watching mindlessly as people with different agendas, careers, families walk by and she wonders if she can join them, to escape the situation she’s allowed herself in.

Not again.

It’s what her heart echoes out, yells at her with a steady beat, a song trying to break her of his spell. And she almost listens, almost doesn’t cav.

But then his voice is closer.

“Spent about five days down in Florida with this new crew that is destined to fly out. Trying to give them best practices for hypotheticals that won’t happen because we’ve already lived the worst case scenario and you know all I could think of? Between all that math and young excitement? How much I’ve missed you.”

It hurts, those words as she turns and lean against the window, still dangerously away from him. He hasn’t moved, he’s still sitting on the couch, those beautiful cerulean eyes trying to get a read on her as she gives a small smile.

“Sure you did. Because beyond Ethan and Beth, you thought of me.”

She doesn’t want to sound pained, or angry, or frustrated. She just wants to stop lying to herself, wants to stop the long nights that she’s lying in her bed, alone, wondering if he’s thinking of her. Knowing the truth.

He had a beautiful wife. A beautiful baby boy.

Why would he be thinking about her?

His eyes don’t shift, don’t betray what he’s thinking. That she can’t possibly know the relief she provides, his brilliant best friend, the astro-physicist that he’s known almost all his life, who was just as obsessed with the stars as he was. It was supposed to be her. She was supposed to be the one who gave him his child, who would live with him in the big house he owned on the opposite side of town, who was to be his wife.

But she wasn’t. Life intervened and by the time he had realized the consequences of those actions, he had to choose.

And he didn’t choose her.

She shifts, trying to cross her arms over her body. He had caught her fresh from a yoga class, waiting patiently outside of her apartment with his bag near him. Hadn’t told Beth he got in a day earlier, instead choosing to spend the evening with her. She hadn’t changed, not out of the tight capri leggings that had plastered themselves on every inch of her skin. Not the cute bralette that crossed over her cleavage, each breast pushing outside the crisscross design with each breath she took. The sun was starting to set, that six o’clock burnt orange brilliance streaking in, highlighting the way her gingerbread skin stood out in the light, the darkness of her black curly hair. It was especially hot and humid for Boston, even for August, and despite her AC the last faint droplets of sweat were falling down her neck, into that damn bralette he couldn’t take his eyes off of and he wanted to taste it, the mingle of her natural saltiness with the honey perfume that hit his nostrils every other breath he took.

Adria Deveraux was his beginning and his end and none of that mattered.

Because she wasn’t his.

“Don’t say that Adria,” he gets up and he notices the way she flinches away, pushing herself back. “I took an early flight home because I wanted to spend the evening with you. Don’t you miss us cooking dinner together and cuddling on the couch?”

She has to look away, close her eyes because how dare he. How fucking dare he. Of course she remembered. It was what she lingered on when the aching loneliness consumed her, when she denied friends blind dates or went to events solo along her partnered friends. Waiting for Chris Beck.

Always waiting.

“Chris…I think we should stop.”

She doesn’t open her eyes, instead keeps them barreled tight, fighting the overwhelming feeling of sadness and fear. She doesn’t want to say the words, wants to hold on to him for just a little longer, wants to be selfish and live in this moment. But it’s not enough, not anymore.

“I’m….I’m sorry of the snapshots of what we used to be. You’ve moved on and…..I should too. I shouldn’t….we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.”

She doesn’t open her eyes but allows the tears to take over, to spill down her cheeks and he breaks inside. Can feel his soul ripple with pain, to watch his sweet girl, his best friend in pain because of him. She was right. He was being selfish. He didn’t want to rock the boat with Beth and wanted to keep up the image of being a good father to Ethan while also fucking and loving the woman he’s lusted after for more than ten years. He should leave, he should accept what she says and leave and don’t look back.

But too many nights he’s laid in bed, Beth snoozing by his side while he looked out at the stars, thinking of her. Thinking of how much he wished she was by his side instead of the woman he called wife.

And she was crying and he could never handle her tears.

So he does the worse thing he could do and walks to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him tightly. She breaks down in sobs, trying to push away. Cursing him under her breath, calling him a selfish piece of shit and she was a selfish piece of shit and was trash and all of these things that weren’t true. Couldn’t be true because she was pure, she was like the space particles after a shooting star, glimmering in his heart, stained in his mind even seconds after they disappeared. And he was the dying star, dragging her down with him in pain because he couldn’t let go.

“You are Venus,” he whispers, “Your cozy, winter mornings and bright summer days. You’re a star shower in space or the northern lights on earth. You are worthy of love and I am tainting you of it.”

He knows it – that he’s the problem and she looks away, lashes matted with mascara and her thick tears as she sniffles the snot that’s trailed down her nose. To anyone else she would be a mess but to him she was just beautiful – loved when she was vulnerable like this – and he drinks in the image because he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to relish it. She’s so mad at him but her hands have stopped pushing him away, fighting him because he always knew the right words.

“You’re a selfish asshole Chris Beck. You know that?”

Her words are broken and torn and he nods as he leans down to kiss her. Then nothing matters. His hands are hot on her skin, like a comet violently rushing through the earth’s atmosphere as his mouth tangles with hers, teeth clanging as his hands find her ass. She was so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect and he wanted her forever.

But she wasn’t his.

She wants to stop this, wants this to end because she told herself no more, not after the last time. But he came to see her straight off the plane and maybe, just maybe, he was being honest in his words. She wants to believe, even for fifteen minutes as her hands find his curly hair, raking her hands through the short curly strands as he groans into her mouth, pulling her as he moved clumsily throughout her apartment.

He doesn’t make it far – her Beck – barely hits the couch with the back of his legs as he falls backwards and they both laugh as she stumbles on top of him, letting gravity take its course. This was how they met oh so long ago, at a college party that was way out of their league for the young witty pair. He had been looking down trying to memorize some equation for a quiz, two beers in his hands because why not, and she was too busy taking in the fucking glass ceiling and wondering how the fuck her black ass had made it into a party where you could see the stars when they bumped into each other. Beck fell back onto the pristine white coach with the cheap Keystone beer flying and Adria wasn’t far behind. It had been clumsy their landing, like they were now fifteen years later as adults, but he had looked into her big doe cinnamon eyes and knew that he was hers. Beauty wasn’t in the form of a planet – no – it was on earth and looking at him with the brightest smile.

The memory hits both of them at the same time, unbeknownst to the other, and for a second they stop tugging on the thin material of their clothing and just look at each other. Drink in the laugh lines and small strands of grey starting to emerge at their roots and ingest that fifteen years is a long time to be going through this. Adria thinks that this is the curse of all black woman – never good enough to be the wife of a prominent white men but good enough to fuck, only behind closed doors and Chris thinks that he’s too cowardly for someone as strong as her – too weak and afraid to tell Beth the truth and allow Adria be the woman he’s always wanted her to be.  

But they never say it.

Not what’s in their hearts – no – instead she leans down and kisses him. If part of the curse was to accept this fate, that she was only going to be a token and nothing more, then she was going to take what she could in this moment. He accepts it, accepts the languid way her tongue moves into his mouth, allowing her to be dominant as he his hands find her ass and pulls her closer to him, scooting the both of them so they can lay down comfortably on the couch. Her kisses taste like salted caramel – sugary sweet but littered with tears of disappointment and his hands move to her breast, kneading the supple tissue as she pulls away and moans. She was always so sensitive, such an expressive lover and he takes in the way her mouth pops into an “O”, the way she her eyes clasp close as she ruts her hips into his.

Venus was the brightest star that shone upon the ancient, the easiest to identify by the naked eye and the one who bought love and fertility. He wonders if she understood this was why it was what he lovingly called her, that Beth got nothing more than ‘honey’ because she was dull in contrast to her. She stood out always, conceived his thoughts even when he thought he rid himself of her – his Adria. The name that really meant darkness, which seemed like a joke because she provided light in his moments of darkness, the sun in which his shadow danced in.

He mentions this, later on, in a note when it doesn’t matter anymore.

For now, though, he allows himself to get lost in the way she sits up, throwing her bralette over her head as he sits up, pulling her closer to him as he suckles on her nipple. She throws her arms around him, drawing him closer as her moans fill the space, and his erection is biting into the thin material of her leggings, causing her hips to buck involuntarily. She would allow for foreplay later, when she could move past the disappointment and live in the happiness of his smile, the comfort of his voice. Right now, she needed to fuck him, to feel as dirty as her soul and she pulls away, yanking at his belt.

He purrs, deep and low and it makes her whine as her fingers brush against his erection and he’s quick to help her, to shimmy out of his pants and boxers with one swift move as she moves her pants down. Her scent was pungent, sweet and all he wanted in the moment was to get his mouth on her lips, to suck her sweetly until she had no more to give. But she’s impatient, always had been as she positions herself on top of him. He inserts himself into her, not slowly but swift and she yelps, pulling at his hair as she settles on top of him as she looks down at him. She’s still crying, tears falling down her face but there’s something else glimmering in her eyes and he knows it. Has said it too many times casually, in the context of their friendship, but too afraid to say it in person, as vulnerable as they both were now.

“I love you.”

She deserves to hear it, wants her to know that he does, that he’s so fucking afraid to be anything more but he fucking loves her before he’s pulling her on top of him and slamming her back down. She feels like a maelstrom that every part of her is getting pulled into him – Christopher Beck – that she has no control over her emotions but the senseless knowledge that has always lived within the both of them.

He loves her. Probably as long as she had loved him.

And it was too fucking late.

It’s rough, the way he pumps his hips into her, causing her to fall off the couch at one point and even though they laugh, take in the way she’s fallen between her couch and the coffee table he is quick to push the heavy wood aside so he can fill himself in her again. She wants it, wants him to fuck her raw as her nails rake down his back, her hips lifting to meet his as she looks at him. His eyes are a stormy, dangerous color, dark like denim as he tells her again and again that he loves her.

That he’s a coward.

That he has only loved her.

And he’s a fucking coward.

It resonates in her like a chord striking in a piano, reverberates in her soul as he cries and tells him she loves him too but it’s too late. When she comes, it’s loud and musical and fills his ears with his name and he fucks her harder, his dick relishing the way her walls flutter and squeeze him tight, until it’s pumping his seed into her, filling her. He see stars – not in the form of Orion or Aquila or Ursa Major. No, he sees only his Adria – the way her bright smile fills up a space or the key of her laughter or the softness of her voice. He sees the future of what he wants of them together, the world he’s too afraid to push until he’s left with darkness, nothing more than a faint memory.

She’s under him, silent because he’s never been honest with her, not like this. Beck was a dirty talker but not an intimate talker, not sweet words while he fucked her. He saved those intimate moments for beforehand, and even then he had never said that he had loved her.

If it wasn’t for the way he looked at her, those words would mean nothing. But she had never seen him look at anyone the way he had just looked at her. Not Beth or any of his ex’s.

He loved her.

The tears find themselves in the cave of her tear ducts as she looks away, shaking her head and whispering,

“What the fuck are we doing Beck?”

And he doesn’t answer because he doesn’t know anymore.

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[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

[dangerousvikings]

Moodboards

VIKINGS

Ivar the boneless

 Ivar/Freydis aesthetics

Ivar the boneless 1 

Ivar the boneless 2

Ivar / darkness / 1

Ivar / darkness / 2

Royalty  

Dom!Ivar 

Cute but psycho 

Ivar/WOC 

Ivar/latina girl 

Vampire 

Stargazing 

Ivar texting you and distracting you from work  

Ivar x gypsy girl  read story by @akamaiden “Destiny” 

Ivar x mermaid 

Ivar as Hades

Ivar the boneless / Harry Potter theme

Ivar the boneless Star Wars theme 

Romantic date in the woods  

Ivar comforting you on a bad day  

Buying lingerie with Ivar 

Incubus!Ivar

AU bad boy Ivar *gif moodboard

Ivar the boneless Slytherin aesthetics

Ivar finds a girl in pet store

Ivar Christmas moodboard *gif board

Ivar x elf *gif board

Ivar x fairy aesthetics *gif board

Curvy/chubby girl , wedding & Ivar  *gif board 

 Romantic date with Ivar in the woods

Ubbe  

 Ubbe aesthetics 1 

Biker read story “Bad Intentions” by @akamaiden

Home life 

Daddy Ubbe + camping 

Werewolf   

Ubbe x wife moodboard 

Vampire!Ubbe 

Ubbe & asian girl + food  

Ubbe & Halloween

Serial killer 

Domestic life with Ubbe 

Ubbe x Harlequin  *gif board

Hvitserk/ Marco Ilsoe

 Hvitserk aesthetics 1

Biker  read story  The night  by @akamaiden 

Cozy date night  

Hike + doggie 

Vampire read story by @sconniebelle “Love at first bite” 

Dom!Hvitserk 

Marco comforting you on a bad day  *gif board

Sigurd 

Sigurd & Margrethe

Biker 

Bjorn Ironside / Alexander Ludwig

Biker 

Tarot/psychic reader & Bjorn  

Cozy Sunday 

Queen’s Of Odin’s Eye 

Bjorn Ironside x redhead

Halfdan the black / Jasper Pääkkönen

Biker 

Doctor

Roadtrip/camping    read story by @ilooklikeididyesterday

Vampire read story @sconniebelle “Once bitten” 

Dom!Halfdan

Harald Finehair / Peter Franzen

Biker 

Ragnar / Travis Fimmel 

Biker

Heahmund

Biker

Vikings crew 

Teachers 

Biker!Rollo , Biker!Floki, Biker!Athelstan

Ragnar’s sons as creatures  read story by @lisinfleur “Curse” 

Alex Høgh Andersen 

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Brunch date

Saturday Night Bets   read story “Saturday Night Bets”  by @ivarsrideordie

Disneyland with Alex  for my HC “  Disneyland with Alex  “

Personal trainer 

Biker read story “Griffenholm Confessionals“ by @ivarswickedqueen

Cowboy / Farmer  read story  “Howdy” by @ivarsrideordie

Netflix & Chill read story “Netflix and chill” by @ivarsrideordie 

Vacation 

Lazy morning

Professor

Stripper read story by @ivarsrideordie “The Slippery Willy” 

Lifeguard 

Model

Cozy Sunday  

Picnic date 

Ice skating date 

Christmas kisses

Autumn 

Alex texting you and distracting you from work 

Lazy Sunday morning 

Alex x pregnant girl 

Vacation in cozy chalet  *gif board 

Cold and rainy day

October aesthetics

High school star quarterback

Coffee date with AHA 

Crossovers

Mobster!Bucky VS Mobster!Ivar  read “Sunshine” by @akamaiden w/ Mobster!Bucky 

Cowboy!Bucky VS Cowboy!Steve 

Winterfrost 

The end of the line  Steve x reader ; Bucky x reader , story by @dani-si 

Marco Ilso/AHA  for story “He’s watching” by @ivarsrideordie

Sebastian Stan characters 

Chris Beck 

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Based on description and character  you send me I will make a moodboard. 

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[peacefulwriter88]

One Man Show

A Gemini Flanagan One Shot 

Nick “Gemini” Flangan x Reader 

Warnings: Angst (fun banter), sexual innuedos, stripping, nothing crazy

Banner made by @peacefulwriter88​

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You didn’t want to be here. 

The townhome that you and your roommate had decided to crash for what you thought was going to be drinks with a few close friends had turned into a full blown house party and it was burning up. You automatically regret wearing the leather clad leggings you had squirmed your ass into, the low and loose v-neck white lace and silk tank top that you had paired with heels. It was hot as hell with all the extra body heat and it causes sweat beads to build up across your arm and roll down into the intimate crevices of your body. 

Your best friend Gen was pushing her way through the crowded room, two red solo cups she had picked up the minute you had both walked in still full and balanced as you both elbowed your way out to the balcony. 

There are less people out here, practically abandoned and it allows you both to drink in the scenery of your small college town. Chris and his roommate lived on the third floor of the townhome complex, which provided a great view of the busy street below them, of the night stars and other shenanigans that happened on a college campus. 

“Geezus I thought Beck was throwing a ‘small, intimate affair’” you breathe out, grabbing your cup of ale and taking a large sip out of it. Gen shakes her head as she takes a large gulp of her beer. 

“You know Beck. He tells one person, who tells another, who tells another ....” 

You roll your eyes. Gen and your childhood best friend Chris Beck had discovered their male and female attraction towards each other and the whole exchange had become them ickily defending the other. 

“Right. Despite his annoying sense of inviting everyone to everything all the got damn time.” 

“You’re just jealous.” Gen teases, taking a sip of her drink and you roll your eyes. 

“Puhlease. Of you and Beck? I’d sooner get blasted into space then be the envy of his affections.” 

Gen starts to say something before she pauses and she turns out towards College Ave, taking one last sip before letting out, “Speaking of affections- you’re little fuck friend spotted you.” 

Your eyes snap out through the glass balcony doors, surveying the group of co-eds who were dancing in the jammed space of the apartment. It doesn’t take long for you to find the lean frame of Nick Flanigan. 

Nick was the kind of guy who felt like an enigma because of his boy next door personality that mingled deeply with a bro like deposition. It couldn’t be helped - not with his genetics. He had a tall frame that was lean and muscular that you knew up close and personal - ocean blue eyes that were kind and playful and paired with dark, sandy hair it was easy to pick him out from the crowded room. 

He was also one of the kindest people you knew. Despite being known for his playboy tendencies (he was hyper focused on his education but was a notorious flirt) he was kind to every girl he hooked up with; the kind of guy who listened to girls cry to him drunkenly at 3 am and gave nothing but comfort & apologies. 

Which is why you didn’t believe Gen or Chris that Nick had a big, fat crush on you that was amplified after hooking up drunk three weeks ago. 

It was also the same reason why you had avoided him during that time.

Except you couldn’t avoid his eyes as they duplicated yours in surveying the room and drinking in the crowd, half bored - half amused. 

When they land on yours he pauses, a small smile forming on his plump lips as he raises his drink and waves. 

You try to fight the urge to wave back but you feel your stupid fucking hand lifting, giving a semi similar awkward wave back. 

“You talk to him since you randomly hooked up a few weeks back.” Gen has turned around, taking another large sip of her beer and smirking as she watches the exchange and you shake your head as you turn away, moving to the balcony rails and looking out into the distance. It was a warm spring night, the kind where young college shenanigans brewed deep in the night. 

“Nooooooppppppeee.” you pop the p, loud and clear and Gen giggles into her cup as she murmurs, 

“Well pony up because your dude is coming our way.” 

You snap your head around, drinking in the way Nick awkwardly dances through the crowd with two large solo cups in hand. Chris, his roommate and good friend notices the shift in Nick’s deposition as he tries to quickly cross the room and he smiles to himself, shaking his head.  

To be a prisoner to love was to be a prisoner to self. 

He had been stuck hearing his roommate bitch and moan about you for three weeks - how could one guy who had literally been voted the hottest guy on campus who had every girl falling at his feet be such a pussy willow when it came to one of his closest childhood friends? 

He’d never know and he blamed it all on the imputable equation that was the heart. 

Nick makes its there in expert time, a smug smile on his face as he crosses the threshold, slightly out of breath, 

“Hey Y/N. When did you get here?” 

You shrug, tipping back the rest of your drink and shrugging, 

“Just a few minutes ago.” 

“Ah. Glad you could make it…..and sorry it's turned into this huge thing. Chris really wanted it to be small but you know how it goes when your the party guy on campus - one person finds out and it all goes up in flames.” he hands over the extra red solo cup to you and you take it graciously, surprised to find that instead of the cheap ale that you had just been sipping on its filled with Corona. 

“It's from my special stash.” he winks at you and Gen punches his arm, shaking her head, 

“What am I - chopped liver? Hello Nicholas.”

Nick rolls his eyes but still smiles down at Gen as he leans over and gives her a quick squeeze, eyes flitting back to you, 

“Hey Gen. How are you?” 

“Great. Wish you’d bought me a beer like you did my roomie.” 

You roll your eyes, Gen was always fishing for attention if it wasn’t given to her and you lift the red solo cup, 

“Thanks for this. Might’ve ditched if I would've been forced to drink more keystone.” 

“You are such a debbie downer.” 

You all shift your eyes to the door that Chris is leaning and smiling ruefully against. 

“You invite the whole damn campus Beck?” Gen walks toward him, not ashamed to place a kiss on his lips. Despite knowing their attraction to each other you still couldn’t move past it…...you still didn’t understand how one idiot could handle being with another idiot. 

Love - the quadratic equation that had no founding answer. 

“Nooooooo I invited twenty people and they invited people  who invited people.  I can’t help it that I’m popular.” 

You roll your eyes as you lean on the balcony and Chris moves past Gen, bringing out the blunt that he had been working on inside and lifting it, the same rue smile on his lips,  

“Want to share?” 

“Gawd Beck really? Already?” Nick chuckles lowly, shifting next to you. 

Nick wasn’t necessarily against puffing up, but when he was trying to impress the girl he had a crush on getting high and making a fool of himself was at the bottom of his list. 

“C’mon don’t be a downer.” Chris says, pulling out a lighter and moving towards where you stand, Gen hot on his heels. 

“We would love to get high Beck. You always have the best weed.” Gen is eager, falls easily into his side as he wraps an arm around her hips, dragging her closer as he takes a deep drag of the joint. He releases it in the air, falling easily into Gen’s side.

“Agreed. It's been a helluva week.” you snatch the weed from Chris hands, taking a deep puff and allowing the smoke to fill your lungs. 

“How come?” you had forgotten about Nick, about how close he had been standing next to you as he laces his hand through yours as he takes the joint from your fingers. 

“Lots of fucking quizzes and fucking biochemistry.” you mutter and Chris laughs, his eyes averting to the loud yelling coming from inside. 

“Aww shit, someone found the beer pong table.” He mutters and Gens eyes light up. 

“Oooo, lets gooo.” Gen pulls away from Chris, attention already averted and Chris sighs because he already foresees the night he is going to have. 

“Guess we’re going in. You kids care to join?” 

You roll your eyes - Chris could be so fucking annoying sometimes - and you shake your head as you flicker your eyes over at Nick. 

“No, that's a hard pass for me.” 

Chris looks over at Nick, already knowing the answer. 

“Yeah - me too.” 

“All right…” Chris says, shutting the balcony doors and leaving the two of you alone. 

You both drink in the silence of the night; of cars driving by and the other patrons on the street laughing as they allow the semi early night to set in for themselves. It was darker out here, minus the small balcony light and it made you feel safe standing alongside nick. 

“.....you wanna get away from all of this?” 

The thought comes from Nick as he leans on the rail like you had earlier, his eyes focused ahead. You watch him thoughtfully, how his trained eyes glimmer a dark indigo in this light, half hooded from the cannabis and you bite your lip, looking back at the party. 

The only real reason you had come was for him - he was sure to know that as much as you did even though parts of you kept denying it and you nod as you take one last drag of the joint. 

Chris Beck could be annoying as fuck but he did roll the best joints. 

“Yeah,” you huff out into the cool spring air. “Yeah I do.” 

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The escape comes in the form of Nick’s room. You hadn’t ever been inside the four walls - he had hooked up at your place and done the walk of shame the next morning so you’re both equal parts intrigued and anxious to be caged in a room with him. 

Nick locks the door behind him - he had really hoped that he could get you to go somewhere else alone but he also knew that it was a miracle you had showed up at the party in the first place. You had done an effective three weeks of avoiding him - he had to give you that - and he wanted to bank on any time he could get with you one on one. 

He watches as you walk around the room, drinking in the space. The walls were framed with professional photos of space engines and ships - you knew he wanted to become an engineer for NASA but you didn’t take him seriously, not with his jock like demeanor - a poster of a British theatrical production of Othello, another one of Apollo 13. 

He has pictures of his family - there is one in particular with him and what looks like another brother and sister all smiling goofily into the camera from Disneyworld that makes you smile to yourself. There are more pictures of him with family, friends and you smile as you turn to him as he looks at you from the safety of his bed. 

“You’re room…..isn’t what I was expecting.” 

“What were you expecting? He asks and you shrug as you turn back at his desk, neat and organized - a tall bookshelf full of both school books and those of pleasure. You capture a few fantasy books and make a mental note to ask him about that as you answer, 

“I don't know. Pictures of hot girls and a bong and just a big mess I guess.” 

You move over toward his stereo - correction record player and start shifting through his vinyl. Yeah - definitely not what you were expecting. Between the Red Hot Chili Peppers and 2Pac albums he also had Phantogram and Lana del Rey and a fresh vinyl of Ginune’s Pony was currently in the player.

Did you ever know who Nick was? 

“I hate messes. Makes me anxious.” he says, moving off his bed to open a window. He still has the joint, finds a lighter off his desk and lights it - takes a deep drag. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous - perhaps because he wanted more than just a one night stand. Perhaps because he couldn’t get you out of his head for weeks - wanted to get to know more of you - and he didn't know what to make of that. 

Nick was known for not settling. 

With you, though, he felt butterflies. 

“Oh. my. God.” your voice is low and incredulous - its sexy - and he turns around in time to see you pulling out the 4x6 he had sworn to himself was hidden under piles of books. 

Instead, a nice thick stack was staring at him. On the card was him, in boxers dragged real low, an exposed torso as he looks seductively into the camera lens. At the bottom of the card read “Gemini Flanigan”. 

You pick up the card, eyebrows raised as you ask, 

“Gemini Flanigan?” 

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck - this was the last thing he wanted to explain tonight. But here he was in a pickle because he couldn’t deny that it was him - couldn’t deny that it was his eyes staring back at him and he shakes his head. 

What does one say when the girl they like finds their deepest secret - that only their roommate knew about. 

“Geminin Flanigan to join our Magic Hour lineup, exclusively this Saturday ……” your voice fades as you clear your throat. He knows what you’re going to ask next so he blurts it out, 

“I’m a male dancer. It's my job….you know…..helps pay for things.” 

“You’re a male dancer?” you repeat and he nods, grabbing the cards - and stacks - and ditching them into a drawer in his desk. 

“Yeah. I…...well like I dance for ladies. Usually old cougars who tip well on the weekends. It's a good gig - I make good money and it helps to pay off my tuition, other bills. Helps my parents out you know - they couldn't afford to send me to college. I have three other siblings…..” he’s rambling, he knows, but he can’t help it - he’s so fucking embarassed. 

How, how did he mistake where those fucking cards were. 

He’s so distracted he misses the way that you walk up to him, placing a tender hand on his lips as you whisper, 

“Hey, it's okay. I get it. We all are trying to make it.” 

He looks down at you, looks down at the way your hand has softly rested on his left pectoral, the other still lightly pressing on his lips and you clear your throat, pull away as you walk toward the bed. You bite your lip, dip your head to the side as you whisper, 

“But I require a small fee if you expect me not to share your dirty little secret.” 

Nick takes a deep breath swallowing as he watches you cross your legs, right eyebrow raised in expectancy. 

Somehow he knew this small fee would be nothing but. 

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You don’t know how you get yourself into these messes. You don’t even understand why you boldly whispered out the words but they had slipped out

‘I won’t tell your dirty little secret if you give me a show. Tell me - what does Geminin Flanigan have in store for his 40 year old ladies.’

 Perhaps it was because you didn’t know when to shut up. Or perhaps the universe hated you. 

Yeah that was it. The universe was getting back to you. 

You didn’t care. In fact, you were grateful for the universe. And for Chris Beck. Stupid Chris Beck has finally come through to make up for all of the bullshit he’s put you through.

Nick “Gemini” Flanagan, your best friends roommate and the keeper of your heart had two pairs of jean clad thighs on each side of your body, his six packed torso disguised by a wife beater he had right in your face as his hands planted themselves on each side of your body. 

You try to focus on your senses - on the way the smell of his cologne tickled your nostrils - ignited with the crisp smell of bergamot and musk, basil and something clean that caused your skin to outbreak in goosebumps. 

He’s watching you with the same intense look he had weeks ago - ocean blue eyes blown now to a dangerous shade of indigo just on the precipice of black in the small light as his legs widen, his hands gripping your sides. He slides lower until his face is between your legs and he widens them, causing you to gasp suddenly before he takes a large sniff before pulling away from you. 

He’s moving faster now, controlled and rhythmic and you’re bought into the spell - when did Nick know how to dance? - before he’s doing an acrobatic black flip in the tight space perfectly falling on top of your crotch, causing your laughter to mingle with the sounds of R&B from the 90’s vinyl record he had put on, a sharp contrast to the house music that was playing right outside your door. 

He grinds into your center, you try not to focus on how his erection bites into - the taut muscles of his ass that was dancing before your eyes before he moves up onto your lap with a final two grinds. 

He kicks off you easily, turning and giving you dark, sultry eyes as he takes off the remains of his shirt, throwing it over his head walking to you slowly. 

Sleuthly. 

Panther like. 

Before you can blink he’s grabbed your hips and you fall forward as he falls backwards perfectly, your hips falling perfectly on top of his manhood and he grinds hard into you before he's rolling you onto your stomach, his hands coming around your neck as he moves his hips rhythmically into your ass and you can’t help the groan that escapes on a particular thrust. 

He smacks your ass as he pulls you back - at this point you’ve just embraced the knowledge that you are going to be a ragdoll in this man’s arms. 

Never too old to experience firsts. 

He's pulled you both into his lap where he takes slow thrusts, his hands finding your breast and kneading them slowly, causing your head to fall back onto his shoulder, an unabashed groan escaping as his hips continue to slowly thrust into your back side. Your leather clad legs are soaked, the silk white shirt sweated through at this point as his lips find your pulse point and whisper, 

“That's premium material I just gave you…..how do you expect to pay me back?” 

Nick Flanagan - the guy who was built like a Hollywood model being dominate was not what you were used to. You were used to shy, humble Nick who could barely look in your eye despite his playboy reputation, a small blush always hitting his cheeks and you moan as you grind into him, turning your head. 

“I can think of some ways.” 

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[peacefulwriter88]

Siren

Chris Beck x Curvy, WoC OC

Warnings: M for Mature (SMUT, Language)

A/N: So this is for my K, @geminimoonbeamx who has me obsessed of exploring Chris Beck as not our soft space boi but a deceitful soft cheating man. Because it’s been interesting to extract. And I miss writing OCs and I love the unique qualities you can bring to each one. Hope you enjoy

She is strawberries and champagne.

Swirls of rose and gold that bubble up to the surface of delicate glass, the whispered promise of a forbidden taste.  

She is the ocean.

Expansive and deceivingly calm, dangerously enticing until waves his rocky shores.

It’s what he thinks as he takes her in. She’s come in early, far earlier than most of the staff on campus. The sun is barely rising, peaking through the dark clouds of grey that will eventually sift away to a beautiful late summer day. She hadn’t spoken a word to him when she walked in, her surprise wearing on those big, round doe eyes that he could always drink in. If he had looked longer, focused the small beam of light on his desk on that cheeky face of hers, he’d see just the faintest hint of moss dancing in those coffee saucers. Instead he smiles hello and returns to reading the thick book that is going to outline the next class he’ll be teaching later on that day.

She finds her place across from him, quiet as she pulls out her things from her bag. She’s been his TA for a semester now and knows that his mornings are valuable, that he’s thoughts were more concise before the rest of the world wakes up. She takes comfort in his presence, had learned that it was best to prep alongside him to follow his normally erratic stream of thought and settles at her desk in silence, her plump lips stuck between the wedge of her tongue and teeth, trying to brainstorm the best way to explain the intricacies of his mind in a more tangible language for students.

They only both last thirty minutes.

Then he realizes he’s bored. That he doesn’t care about the inky words on the page, no, he’s too distracted by her. Her scent has infiltrated the space, sweet and sugary and intoxicating. She’s humming to herself, her REM stage of learning he likes to tease her, that moment when’s she fully saturated in the task at hand. Her plump hand cradles her chin while the other occasionally turns the page, taking notes when she finds appropriate. She has the thickest hair, tawny waves that blend with black and end in blonde ombre. A look that he’d normally not give two thoughts of for anyone else but on her looks sinfully appetizing. She shifts, stretches back a bit and the deep tissue of her breast pour out of the barely legal sweater that she’s wearing.

Fuck.

She knows his eyes are on her, can feel the weight of them as she tries to focus on the task at hand. They were going to have their office hours this morning, in an hour, it’s why she came early. That’s what she tells herself. To equip herself with answers for the mindless questions students will ask despite only taken three classes. She didn’t come in because she likes this feeling, of Chris Beck’s eyes on her body, drinking her in, fucking her so openly and deliberately her panties were also squelching with desire.

No that wasn’t the case.

“Kaira,” his voice is low and soft, it’s gravely and commanding and it takes her off guard as she pops up in surprise. He’s smiling at her, knowingly, mischief dancing behind his beautiful indigo eyes. “I meant to ask you - how did your date go?”

He doesn’t really care about her date – not really – doesn’t care about the dumb fuck boy that probably will disappoint her in the end because men her age couldn’t appreciate her beauty and intelligence for what it was. No, he just wants to hear her voice, that high feminine pitch as she blushes and looks away in shame.

“It was fine…..he was nice. A bit boring.”

She doesn’t say anymore, her thick long eyelashes casting back down as she returns her eyes to the book. But he’s already hooked, he didn’t care about what he was going to teach next class or that at any time someone could walk in on them. Instead he’s pushing back his chair, watching the way her chest rises faster at the high screeching nose, her eyes still militant on the words on the page.

“A bit boring eh? What made him boring?”

He walks around his desk, slowly, his voice echoing in the tight quarters of the old office as he watches her. She’s finally lifted those cat like eyes of hers and from this angle he can see that she’s worn those tight leggings that painted over her thick, chubby thighs and he feels his cock twitch.

Kaira, meanwhile, is looking for words to say. Why was he invested? He had never been invested in her like this. Not asking her about her personal endeavors – no their conversations were always light and brief and playful. The boundary they’ve built up to save them from their feelings. She likes it though, this new tingling feeling in her gut. It feels intimate and dangerous but comforting, that feeling that washed over her when he showed concerned and delicate care.  

She whispers a lie to herself.

Perhaps this time was different.

“He’s just…not smart. Not really, not even witty. He’s just there and he likes such boring things and....it was just a terrible time. Much rather would have been at home on my couch working and watching Netflix then at the super cheap dive bar that he couldn’t even afford.”

She looks up to him, looking for some kind of approval and he smiles at her. Slowly and wickedly. He liked her like this, when she tamed the quiet, fiery parts of herself and became a tame lioness, his kitten. He missed this, the back and forth play of being with someone who so desperately cared about him and the ambiguous knowledge of not knowing if they felt the same.

“Poor kitten,” velvet and smooth syllables deliver themselves to her ear, “You are so much more than a cheap dive bar date.”

She wants to keen out loud because she knew! She knew she was more than that but it was nice to hear it from someone else – to hear it from him. His arms are crossed over his chest, muscle peeping out under the cotton of his shirt. His sleeves are rolled up, barely 7:30 a.m. and his demeanor screams exhaustion, and the color picks up the hues of silver in his eyes. His hair is a wispy uncontrolled palette of curls, plump lips wet from his tongue licking them so often. Watches her with dangerous, demanding eyes.

“Come here Kaira. The least you deserve is a hug after such a terrible evening.”

She tries to break out of it, his spell, tries to focus on the work she needs to accomplish. He waits patiently, focuses on the birds chirping outside of the window he opened an hour past. Knows that if she was going to do anything, it had to be on her terms. Unaware of the internal war she is having within herself, the teeter totter of choosing confidence in herself or the insecurity of being in his arms. She lasts three minutes before her blatant insecurity wins, desire and curiosity the rose color fuel to why she’s really going to give into the hug. Not the knowledge that she felt like she needed his reassurance – that somehow this handsome god was giving her the attention she so desperately needed. She rises slowly, eyeing him with uncertainty as her eyes flit over to the gold band that’s caught the early morning rays, the fake symbolism of the pure mineral in which bonded his lies together.

He is watching her curiously, watches as her plump body carries her closer to him. She’s far shorter than him, his kitten, but it looks good on her. Just like the way her skin pops, the colors reminding him of the shade of paint that Beth had pointed out to him at Home Depot. He didn’t fucking care at the time what the hell they painted the bathroom but now he’s grateful he was berated until listening, that he could find the words papaya and sand to capture the smoothness of her skin.

“Come ‘er….” His voice is lower as he draws her to him, his itching fingers finally able to find satisfaction in the plumpness of her, loving that despite all the time he’s sure she’s spent on her hair that he can still see tawny, kinky curls explode at the root, betraying part of her origin. He’s full on drugged by now, by the way she feels, the way her throat whimpers as she nuzzles into his chest, wrapping her short thick arms around him, her scent infiltrating him, cocoa butter and vanilla and musk all wrapped in one. He allows her to settle in his arms, to get comfortable before he pulls away, watching her carefully as she looks at him. His cock is rock hard, feels like a goddamn weight in his briefs and he thrusts his hips into her, hitting the softness of her belly and she keens as she leans up on her tip toes.

Then it’s all a dominance game.

He’s never gentle with her, not when their carnal urges win over. He allows her soft lips to brush against his chapped ones, his kisses chaste and rough as she tenderly pushes her tongue into his mouth. She wants to savor this moment, wants to get her fingers lost in the curly strands of his hair that caress the back of his neck, to savor the way his mouth tastes like bitter espresso with a bite of mint, the freshness of his cologne.

Instead she is left with his rough hands, the way his teeth scrap against her delicate skin as he forces her to turn around, pushing her against the desk. He’s surprisingly strong for his lean stature, and bending her over with ease as she grasps at the edge of the old, worn wood. His hands are coarse against the delicate tissue of her fatty thighs as he tears her leggings down, pooling around her legs as his hands smooth over her bottom.

“This ass…..damn I jerk off to the beauty of it…” he’s grumbling to himself before he’s tugging those down, soft cotton revealing the way her pussy is dripping and he groans as she hears the tinkle of his belt buckle, the soft thump of his pants as they follow in a mess on top of her own.

He wants to tease her, wants to eat her out from behind and hear those beautiful sounds she makes, but it’s too close to eight, to the time most people might be trickling into the old building and she’s a loud lover. The windows cracked, he’s reminded as cool air wafts in and his cock trails up her wet folds causing her to keen, sticking her ass higher in the air.

He’s quick, his thick cock sliding in with ease into her soft, feathery walls, fluttering around him and causing him to groan as he falls on top of her, the weight taking her off guard. She’s always so fucking tight, doesn’t make sense how much it feels like she’s already squeezing him dry and he relishes her youthfulness, that her cunt will always be this refreshingly slick as he slowly pushes his way into her.

“My god kitten, you’re so perfect. And it’s all just for me.”

Hips are involuntarily moving against hers and she mewls, throwing her weight down on him as she squeezes him tighter and he gasps, head falling into the delicate strands of her hair as he inhales her, pulling out only to dominate her again.

And then he loses it.

He’s consumed by dominating her, by taking control over the way she eagerly widens her legs, seeking some sort of relief as he takes over, fingers biting into her love handles, leaving deep plum and black marks that haven’t healed from the last time, the tender flesh adding to the exhilaration of the  moment.

And damn if it isn’t exhilarating.

There’s the sound of students slowly making their way on campus, the soft sounds of footsteps outside of the door. The low sounds of his colleagues talking about shit that doesn’t really matter, not really, living in the safe bubble of their lives. He wondered if any of them pursued their pleasures, found solace to the mundanity of the day to day by fucking their TA’s or students or whoever doggy style over their desk. To allow the sweet musk of their bodies mingle with the dangerous absurdity of the moment, to find relief in the expectation and to fall into the desire.

When he was with Kaira he was alive, he wasn’t a father who drove his d to daycare and his daughter to soccer practice and went to neighborhood bbq’s and talked about the new technology to a group of men who were similarly bored while their wives gossiped in a room not far from where they stood. No, when he was with her he was young, his curiosity was still alive and the rose colored glasses of youth still lived on his eyes, he could be what he wanted and do what he wanted and fuck who he wanted because he had no constraints.

She made him feel alive.

Kaira, on the other hand, misunderstands his aggression for tenderness, that he can find comfort in the safety of her arms. That when he fucked her like this, quick and aggressive, their skins slapping against each other on the old, worn walls that knew of their secrets, that he cared about her. That he looked past her weight and her skin color and she wasn’t just the pretty fat girl who might be black but could be white and was cute enough to fuck but she was his kitten – his smart, funny beautiful TA who he could bitch about how unhappy he was in his life.

And she realized, in that moment, how much he loved her.

He’s needy this morning, one of his hands finding the delicate bud of her center, teasing it slowly as her knee’s buckle, give in underneath her. She is pawing at the desk, at the empty papers and the wood that will later give her raw blisters, trying to contain her voice but unable to stop the low whine that escapes out of her as she cums around his dominant cock and his fingers, her wetness slowly sliding down her legs. He is dazzled, always because she’s just so wet and when she cums it’s marvelous, he already knows how her face contorts as she whimpers out his name shakily and he feels that pit in his stomach, his balls drawing up as she squeezes him tighter, amazed that she has the capacity to do this. Then he’s milking her, pulling out the millions threads of life and the possibility of their future, taking it all from him, ignoring how she’ll have to run and get a Plan B because even though she’s on the pill there’s still that one percent chance and once again he’d forgotten to use a condom.

Doesn’t matter, not when she’s wrapped in his arms safely, relishing the feel of him over her, whispering in her ear how wonderful she is, how beautiful, phenomenal.

But he doesn’t say the eight letters her heart aches for.

“You always know how to keep me satisfied kitten.” He finally pulls away when his heart stops thumping so loud it echoes in his ears. It’s sloppy, his limp dick sliding out of her overly sensitive walls, spilling out the remnants of their lovemaking. His voice no longer feral but gentle, caring, the bite gone to it.

“Are you ok?” he asks, watching as she slowly sit up, grabbing a handful of tissues off his desk to begin cleaning herself.

“I’m fine.” Her voice has that faraway tinge to it and he mistakes it for satisfaction. Kaira meanwhile is biting back her tears as she slowly wipes off the thick, sticky goop from her legs, throwing it away in the trash.

“I’d love to find time to treat you kitten. Maybe we can go to that nice little place we went to a few weeks back. Review some of your notes, talk through some opportunities for you to connect with Mark on some of the research you’ve done. I’m sure I can even convince Beth I have to go out of town and we can get ourselves a nice little air bnb…..”

He looks over at her and she nods timidly as she clears her throat. Grasps for words,

“Maybe,” she starts. “Maybe we can go to Trinity Inn. It’s a cute little bnb and they have a really delicious pot pie and I know how that’s your favorite….”

She tries to ignore the way his movements freeze, frigid, like a deer posed on a freeway in the dark of night before his eyes soften, the quick edginess disappearing as quickly as it comes.

“You know I can’t do that kitten. We can’t be seen in town like that. We could get caught and I don’t want you in the crossfire of Beth….”

He’s trying to navigate this, trying to understand where this is coming from. She had never bought this up before, wanting more out of him, more public and he wonders if this is a sign that it needs to end. He doesn’t need a frenzied lover. Doesn’t need to lose a good TA.

Kaira was just fun. The right and opportune moment, the definition of her name, that life had presented for him at the right time. She made him laugh and was insightful and made him realize how miserable he was in his life. That Beth had been fun to date when he was in space, but once he had touched terra firm de earth he had wanted to continue on with his life. Not feel obligated when she called him up three months later about the news to enter down the lane of love. Beth was fun but hadn’t been his type. Was intelligent sure but sex with her was boring, would probably continue to be boring. What she planned for them to do on their free time was boring. She was boring. Cookie cutter perfect and boring.

Kaira brought an edge. Sure she was the mixed fat girl, that’s what the dumb insecure men on the campus liked to tease behind her back, but she was beautiful. He liked that her edges were softer. Liked that she was willing to explore her sexuality through the trust of him, that she was willing to submit to his will for their pleasure. Liked the fun jokes she’d occasional text him or the delicious cookies she’d bake him or that she was the one, if he could swing it ever rarely, to do childish things like haunted houses that made her scream and jump in his arms or rafting. He liked the thrill of adventure that she bought and her company made it worthy.

But not if she was starting to get attached. To cling.

Sure he enjoyed his time with her.

He didn’t love her though.

“Right….Beth…”

Realization sinking in, again, her friends words screaming in her ear. ‘He doesn’t love you K! You’re just a good lay!’ and no that couldn’t be true she’d defend. Beck was kind, funny, caring. He wasn’t using her, just waiting for the right moment to leave his wife….

Like he’d been saying for six months.

“That diner outside of town. We can even do something fun and ridiculous. Like apple picking…..” his voice has lost its care and she snorts, shaking her head.

“I’m not trying to find a Hallmark moment with you Beck just wanted something new,” she can’t let him see her weakness. “Let’s go paint balling instead.”

He can’t imagine Kaira actually paint balling, her delicate skin that bruised so easily, even when they simply made love being tainted by artificial hands but he smiles, relieved, because of course she didn’t want more.

That just wouldn’t be who she was.

He finds his spot back behind his desk, his fingers picking up his book and referencing this week lesson on the screen. She ignores the way the silence falls on them, heavy on her end but light on his, the way he hadn’t really said anything but made sure to know that he wasn’t trying to change anything anytime soon.

Not yet.

He wasn’t ready yet.

It’s the lie she tells herself until there are no more classes, or dinners or texts.

When the siren song finally wanes out and she’s left with the low, sobbing ache in her heart.

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