#chris evans mini series

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Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way. 

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh. 

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room. 

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark. 

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind. 

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest. 

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic. 

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone. 

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.” 

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette. 

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil” 

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again. 

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing. 

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith” 

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again. 

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you” 

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him. 

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly. 

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Can I Count on Forever? ~ Chris Evans

Chris Evans x Senator Reader

Word Count ~ 4.2K

Songs: The Man by Taylor Swift; Paper Rings by Taylor Swift; Lover by Taylor Swift 

Its been three years since you met Chris and today, you take one of the biggest steps of your life.

Part Three of the "Can I?" mini series - Part One // Part Two // Main Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, SMUT (p in v, oral – female receiving, slight dominance kink), mentions of cheating, accusations of cheating, political nonsense. 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Just a quick message. While I have tried to keep this politically neutral, I will say that I have no idea what any real-world person’s views are and will not assume. Also, I am not an expert in politics and will not claim to be.  In the US, we have an election in November. Please, inform yourself on all of your local, state and federal races and issues and remember to register and vote.  You can’t complain if you don’t vote! 

Your POV 

Clack.  

Clack.  

Clack.  

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked to your destiny. It was the end of a fairy tale or the start of one, and you weren’t sure if you could get through the double doors. You thought back on your life, closed your eyes and prayed.  

It had been a year since Chris proposed and it was here, your wedding day.  As you woke on that bright May morning, you reached for your fiancé and found the bed empty.  But a smile crossed your face.  He wasn’t in the hotel with you.  He was at home with Dodger and his groomsmen while you were at the hotel with your bridal party.  As you stretched, there was a knock at the door.  “Room service!” 

Curiously, you opened the door, and the bellman pushed a cart in. “Mr. Evans asked us to deliver breakfast and champagne to you to start your special day right.  Congratulations ma’am.”  He stepped back out and you squealed.  Opening the cover, Chris had sent your favorite breakfast, along with coffee and champagne. Savoring the meal, you sent a text to Chris.  

YN: Thank you, love, for my breakfast!  My fiancé: You’re welcome.  Only six more hours before I see you again and you make an honest man outta me.  

You hugged the phone to your chest when your maid of honor knocked yelling for you to open.  

A few hours later, you were waiting in your bridal suite, your father comes in and sees you for the first time.  “Oh, my baby, you look beautiful,” tears forming in his eyes  

“Thank you, daddy,” your own tears welling up.  

“No, don’t cry.”  He handed you a tissue.  “Chris is a lucky man. I am so happy you found each other.”  

The wedding planner knocked.  “We’re ready for you.”  

As you stood at the double doors, you thought back to how you got here. How you fought for each other, against the world. The doors opened and all you could see was Chris.  

Chris POV 

I stood at the altar, waiting for those doors to open again and let my beautiful girl come to me. The past three years had been a whirlwind, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  All the bridesmaids make it down the aisle and little Stella finishes with her flowers and the music changes.  Everyone stands and the doors open. My jaw falls open. I can’t see anything else but her. She’s an angel, all in white, gliding on her dad’s arm. The tears are building up in my eyes at how beautiful she looked, my little senator.  

Once she reached me, I could feel a tear rolling down and she reached up and wiped it away.  “Please stop crying,” she whispered.  “You’re gonna set me off.”  

I could see her lip tremble a little bit.  I kissed her hand, "I love you," I whispered.  

We kept it traditional, reciting words that have been said by couples like us thousands of times over.  When I slip that ring on her finger, it was like a part of me that was missing got put back and I’m overwhelmed.  

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.  Chris, you may kiss your bride.” 

“Finally,” I breathed as I took her face in my hands and kissed those lips that had haunted my dreams since the first day I met her. It was perfect and when I pulled away, her lips were just a touch redder and more swollen, her eyes danced.  

“I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Evans!” 

The whole church cheered, and I took my wife’s hand in mine and walked out. After three years and one horrible misunderstanding, I finally have my girl on my arm as my wife.  

The reception is amazing.  YN and the wedding planner did a great job. It's intimate and romantic but not over the top.  Her father wanted to take out a house loan to pay for whatever YN wanted but she refused. “I don’t need you to be in debt Daddy.  Give me a reasonable budget and I’ll make it work.” That is my girl, always modest. But this is a once in a lifetime, if I have any say in it and I want it to be her dream. I talked to her dad on the side.  

“Mr. YLN, I just want YNN to have everything she wants, so get your budget together and I’ll double it. I want this to be a gift to her but never find out, because her smile will be my thanks.”  

It worked like a charm because I can see the tears in her eyes as she looks at the room and see her vision come to life. “Oh my...” she whispers. I take it all in, the crystal vases holding the red roses, tea lights on all the tables. The walls have a soft light to them, and the dance floor is decorated with lanterns and rose petals.  “It's perfect.”  

“It's you, my beautiful wife.” 

It's hours before I can take her home, well, to our honeymoon suite.  She’s exhausted, riding up in the elevator. I scoop her up in my arms, her heels already dangling in my hand. “You going to sleep, baby?” 

“Hmm, no, not yet. Just tired.” She smiles at me. “It was the perfect day.”  

“Oh yeah? Something important happened?” I tease as we get to our honeymoon suite.  

“Not really,” she shrugged. “Just tied myself to the perfect man.”  

“Sounds fun.” I had one more surprise for her. I opened the door and carried her in. The room was decorated in candles and roses, a bottle of champagne next to her favorite snack.  I had always dreamt of that night we had by the fire after I had proposed.  It was perfect and I wanted to recreate it for her.  Except this time, the hotel laid out blankets and pillows in a beautiful bed.  

“Chris,” she whispered, and I could tell she loved it. 

I set her on her feet and pressed my front to her back. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I was an idiot the first time I made love to you in front of a fire.”  I found the zipper on her dress and slowly began to bring it down. “I was apologizing for being the biggest jerk in the world after you protected me. I wasn’t appreciating the setting or taking my time with you.  But this time,” the zipper was down and i kissed her shoulders, “this time I want to worship you because you made me the happiest man in the world.”  I pushed the bejeweled straps of her gown down and she gasped at the sudden cool air.  

“Oh fuck,” I murmured as I took in the lacy white corset, teeny tiny white panties and stockings. She looked like a goddam angel that was going to send me straight to heaven.  I lifted her out of the gown and spun her to look at me. “This is like a present for me,” as I run a finger over the top of the corset.  

“Unwrap me Chris,” she said in a low sultry voice.  

And I crumble.  

Because there is no way I would say no to this gorgeous creature right now.  

I kiss her softly and pull away, kissing her forehead before turning her around again. I undo the ribbon holding the corset closed and let it fall away.  I kneel down and roll down the stocking and tip her foot so she can lift, and I can remove one stocking, repeating on the other.  I run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver under my touch, listening to her breath hitch. I kiss right under each cheek, giving a nibble on one.  

“Chris,” she moans, “stop teasing.”  

“Is that an order Senator?” I smile against her skin. “Or is it a request?  Because,” I spin her again, so she is facing me while I’m still on my knees, “if it's an order, then we have a problem.”  

“What problem?” 

“I remember you promised me that I would only take orders from you in public.”  I kissed around her belly button. She moans and her head tilts back. “But I would give the orders in our bedroom.”  

“We’re not in our bedroom,” she argues.  “We’re... oh.... oh fuck,” she whimpers as I kiss over the scrape of lace she calls panties and press against her mound.  

“Want to try that again, Mrs. Evans?” I pull the lace down just enough so I can get my nose close to her center and inhale that scent that is only her.  

“I...” she studders and I chuckle. I yank the lace away from her body, ripping them off.  

“Chris!” 

“No,” I say in a husky voice.  “No orders from you, Mrs. Evans.  You want something, you beg for it.  because until we get back from our honeymoon, you are not in charge.  Who is in charge?” 

“Fuck,” she cries as I let my finger circle her clit.  “You’re...hmm... you’re in charge.”  

“Good girl.” I stood up and lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “Such a good girl for me.” I walked us over to the fireplace bed and laid her down.  I took a long look at my prize, my angel, my wife. “God, I’m a lucky bastard.”  

I didn’t realize I said that out loud until she giggled. Then she grabbed the end of my undone bow tie and yanked me on top of her. She kissed me hard and then pulled away. “Please Chris, let me see my husband naked.”  

“Fuck me.” I pulled the tie off, straddled her and grabbed her wrists. I tied them together and lifted her arms above the head. “Naughty girl,” I said. “No touching now. Bad girls don’t get to touch.” She wiggled under me, trying to get relief from me.  

“I’m sorry, baby, please, I’m sorry. Let me touch you.”  

“No.” I stood up and started to strip. I unbutton my shirt slowly, working the cufflinks she had given me as a wedding present off carefully. She licked her bottom lip and I smirked. I was shirtless, which, if she had her way, she would keep me like this every day. I moved quickly with my belt and the button of my slacks.  She whimpered and I bit my bottom lip. “You should have stayed being my good girl, little senator.” 

“Chris, you’re being mean,” she whined.  

“Am I?” I let my pants hit the floor before I crawled up her body.  I kiss her inner thighs, sucking little bruises as I go. “I’m sorry sweetheart.” I kiss right above her clit, and she bucks at the sensation. I pin her hips and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy. God, I love the way she tastes, the way she coats my tongue in her arousal. Fuck, do I love being in between her legs. “So good,” I tell her, “taste like heaven.”  I work my tongue in her, fucking her while my thumb presses down on her clit. “Fuck baby, you’re even tight for my tongue.”  

“Chris,” she mewled.  She was close, so fucking close.  

“Come for me little senator. That’s an order.”  I shoved two fingers into her cunt and sucked on her clit at the same time.  she shattered, crying out as her orgasm fluttered through her body. I made it last for as long as I could. I tease her relentlessly and get her right back on the edge. Then i pull away and she cries in frustration because I know her orgasm is fading.  I climb up her body, tasting every inch of skin I can until I can wrap her legs around my waist. “Hang on, baby.”  

She grips the straps around her wrists and then I force my way home.  She screams as I bury myself in her to the hilt.  But I’m not cruel.  I wait until she is comfortable and then rock into her, leting her feel every inch, every ridge, every vein of my cock along her ways. Fuck, she feels so good. I’ve only fucked her bare a couple of times and the feeling of her heat, how wet, how needy she is, I’m going to fucking die a happy man.  

“Harder Chris, fuck, please harder.” I grab her legs and push them over my shoulder so I can fuck her into the mattress.  She feels like fucking heaven and tighter in this position. I can’t believe I get to do this with my wife. She’s moaning and crying out from all the stimulation.  I don’t want to ever stop.  

Your POV 

Chris is fucking you to within an inch of your life.  You are in heaven, lost in the heavenly glow of sex and you need him.  “Chris, please,” you pleaded.  You know what he wants because you want it too.  He pulls out quick, making you cry before he flips you to your front and gets your ass in the air.  

“This pussy is magically,” he says, looking it over before he fills you again.  You have always loved this angle. You can feel everything and when he moves, you can feel his balls hitting your clit.  Its perfect.  

“C-chris, I can’t hold on,” you whine. “Husband please!” 

“Oh shit,” he moans, “that’s fucking hot.” He thrusts faster. “Say it again. Say! It!” 

You’re on the cusp of euphoria. “Chris, Husband please!” He ruts into you, reaching down to circle and stroke your clit and you break. You scream your release, gripping his cock, squeezing him until he released into you, coating you in his cum.  

“Fuck!” He pumps a few more times until he stops, lowering you gently to the bed, not ready to separate. You lay there on your sides, legs tangles to keep you connected, catching your breaths when you start to giggle.  “And what is so funny, my wife?” 

You take a breath to speak.  “You have a kink, baby. You like it when I called you husband.” You turn to look back at him. 

He smiles before leaning over and kissing you again. “I also like calling you Wife and you like it too. You clenched involuntarily and Chris hisses. He caressed your thigh. “Told you.”  

After Chris cleans you up and you both crawl into bed, you find myself laying on top of his chest. “I wish we could stay this way forever.” You place a kiss on his chest.  

“I wish we could too, little Senator, but then how will you rule the world?” 

Its a valid question. One you are excited to figure out.  

You’ve been married for two months and now you are at the National Convention. Getting married during an election season was crazy but your team and Chris’s said it would give you the best boost.  You were set to become the youngest and second woman nominated for the office of President.   

As you stood in the wings of TD Gardens in Boston, Chris watched as you paced back and forth, looking over your note cards for your acceptance speech. “Sweetheart, don’t be nervous.”  

“That’s easy for you, Chris, you’re an actor.  You perform for millions.”  

He chuckled and shook his head. “I act in front of a camera for twenty people and then they watch after its edited. YN,” he stopped you and wrapped you in his arms. “You are a brilliant speaker. The people have nominated you, they believe in you.  I believe in you.” He tilted your head up so you would look at him.  “Go out there and be a rock star, Little Senator.”  

The convention went off without a hitch and it was the final three months of the campaign. It was grueling, city after city, town hall after town hall.  Chris could only be on the road with you for a few days at a time as ASP launched into the primer source for facts in the election.  He had to host panels and discussions. Video chats in between calls and meet and greets was not how you imagined your first few months of marriage but it could all be worth it. 

Chris POV 

I was late for our video date. “Fuck.” I was jogging to my office in the ASP offices so I could call YN, when I was stopped by Megan. “What’s up?” 

“Chris, there is an article floating around that claims the Senator had an affair right before the wedding.”  

My heart stopped.  

“What?” 

“The Enquirer has photos of her entering a hotel room that did not belong to the campaign. The room was rented out by someone named M. Capuano.” 

We made it to my office. I closed the door. “What does my wife’s team said?” 

Megan grimaced. “That’s the thing. They said they aren’t worried about it. Rachel said that she spoke to the Senator and if questioned, they are going with no comment.”  

I smiled. “That’s my girl. We’re saying the same thing, Megan. Thanks.” I turned to pick up my phone.  

Megan scoffed.  “There is no way we can go with no comment, Chris. They will tear her apart. You have to talk to her about.  She’s just not bringing herself down but you as well.”  

“I’ll talk to her. Give me five minutes.” Megan rolled her eyes and left my office as I called my wife. “Hello, my little Senator.”  

“Hi handsome!” She was flushed from running for her phone. She was heartbreakingly beuatfiul, her cream colored blouse clung to her curves that I love and gave just the hint of clevage. “How were your discussions?”   

“Really good, looks like the live numbers will be out highest yet.” I smirk. “Execpt for my last meeting.”  

She frowned. “With who?” 

“Megan. She wanted to bring attention to the fact that there is an article going aroung saying my wife is having an affair.”  

YN gasped. “Chris, you know I would never...” 

“I was nervous for just a second and then she told me the name the room was reserved under and it took everything in me not to laugh.” 

She looked confused. “I don’t understand.” 

“Sweetheart, remember when you had a swing in Virginia and I was able to see you and we kept it on the low.”  

“Yes,” she dragged out.  

“Well I couldn’t reserve the room under either of our names so my uncle helped me and reserve the room for me. M. Capuano. Uncle Mike.”  

I watched as the realization clicked. “Oh my gosh, they think I am having an affair with M. Capuano but really I’m having an affair with my husband.”  

I smirk as she laughs. “I don’t know what you are laughing at Senator. You’re having an affair.”  

“I sure am. The man really is hard to resist. Dark gripable hair, a beard that feels so good on my skin. Bluest eyes I ever seen. He’s built and has those arms that can hold you to him all night long.”  

“Fuck sweetheart, you can’t say stuff like when when I don’t have time right now.” I looked at my calendar on my computer. “I can be with you tomorrow morning and stay through the weekend.”  

“I’m looking forward to it Mr. Affair.”  

“I’m going to rock your world Mrs. Affair.  I love you.”  

“I love you more.”  

YN POV 

You’re nervous.  

This day is always nerve-racking.  

This isn’t your first one either.  

And hopefully it isn’t your last.  

Its election day. 

While you hadn’t given up your senate seat yet, it was something you were willing to do if the right opportunity presented itself. Say, being the President of the United States.  

But first, you needed to be elected there. You were back in California, awaiting for the results. Votes were being tally, the electoral college was making its decision and all you could do was wait.  

Which is not the easiest thing to do.  

Chris had been on the phone with his ASP team, checking results in major battleground states, counts on issues that were concerning to younger Americans. Every time he looked up to you, he would you a smile and mouth “i love you” to try and calm your nerves. Three years of this and he knew how to calm your nerves.  

The campaign had been hard, a woman running against an older, backward thinking man. The scandal of the car photos came back into play but your opponents own philandering with a woman not his wife, nullified that right away.  You had no secrets, other than your relationship with Chris.  You were caareful to only show what you wanted to the public to know.  Chris was or rather still is a famous movie star. He may have slowed down his films but he was never not working. ASP was his pride and joy, besides you, and it relected on how much the platform grew.  

It was nearing 8pm in California and the states were starting to be called. Every political forecaster predicted this race to be the tightest its ever seen. No one expected you to receive the nomination.  No one expected to make it this far. No one believe. Except Chris.  

He believed in you.  

You can feel him right behind you before he wraps his arms around you.  “Did you ever imagine being here Senator?” 

You shake your head. “I imagined a lot of things. I had dreams. But, to do this with you, now,” you look up at him, “I never imagined it like this.”  

For hours, you and. your family stood around, watching results. Chris mentioned that you should rest but you were too keyed up to lie down or even sit down. Hour after hour passed and the race was down to the final couple of states. Then the news anchor interrupted the talking heads on the news.  

“We are now prepared to make the call in Oregon. This evening has been historic in so many ways. But now we are ready to declare Oregon for...” 

Clack.  

Clack.  

Clack.  

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked to your destiny. You assumed it would be hard, to run for president. To deal with the fall out. Your opponent had been cordial in his speech. He talked about uniting the country and not letting politics create a divide.  He was right, the country had to come together now and move forward.  

Chris POV 

Watching my girl waiting to be taken to her seat for the ceremony, it was heart wrenching.  She was so stoic and unnaturally quiet. She had on a beautiful red dress with white accents and her coat was the same blue as the american flag. She had been so brave through all of this. She kept her head up and was gracious. The embodiment of class.  She just had one more thing to do before we could move forward.  

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” 

“I’m scared,” she whispered.  

“Don’t be.  I’m right here.” I took her hand and we were walked to our seats. The ceremony was beautiful in the cold January air.  We listened to the poet laureate and the national anthem done by Taylor Swift. But then it was our cue, to do the part of the ceremony as instructed by the head of the inguration committee.  I smiled as I held out the bible, open to her favorite passage.  

I watched as my girl placed her hand on the bible and then raised her right hand.  

I, YN YMN Evans, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God.” 

The roar of the crowd sounded as she finished her oath. I leaned over to kiss my wife, my president. “Congratulation, madam President.”  

“Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the new President of the United States and new First Gentleman, YN and Chris Evans!” 

Walking out to the inagural ball is surreal. This was our life now for the next four years. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.  As Harry Styles sang Adore You for us again, I held my wife in my arms. “Did you count on this, madam President.” 

She frowned for a second. “I don’t know if i like you callng me that. But no,” she smiled. “I was only counting on you.”  

“You can always count on me, love. Count on it forever.”  

“Just as long as I’m still your forever.”  She sighed as she leaned against me.  “Still not sure about the madam president thing.” 

“How about in public, you are madam President, but in private,” I spin her around and draw her close again, “you’ll always be my little senator.” 

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You can run but you can’t hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate

(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)

Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship

Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship

A/N: Buckle up, that’s all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.

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Chapter 1: Soulmate

Soulmate.

What’s a soulmate?

Someone who you’re destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I don’t need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one. 

My mother’s soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasn’t enough in his eyes. 

Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. I’ve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person who’s supposed to “love and protect you”. What my parents had would never be love. 

That’s why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, I’m happy as can be. I’m alone and happy.

I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since it’s unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. It’s been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years. 

I don’t have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. I’m still packing everything inside my car. 

“Just you, me, and the open road”, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I don’t know.    

Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter?  Hopefully my boss this time isn’t a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.

The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.

Don’t you love her madly?

Wanna be her daddy?

Don’t you love her face?

Don’t you love her as she walkin' out the door? 

Like she did one thousand times before

I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadn’t killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.

«5 hours later»

Welcome to Âme soeur

French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Âme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesn’t look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky. 

Ahh…finally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.

“Hello, do you have a room available?”, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out. 

“We just have one available”, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Ok, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick “bye”, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped. 

Room 222.

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An Offshore Love - Part One

Title: Offshore 

Pairing: roughneck!ari levinson x reader 

Summary: You arrive at the Jupiter and you can already tell this crew is in rough shape just by looking at them. You just hope they take you seriously enough. 

A/N: This is kind of a slow burn and this first part is more focused on the reader, but if you bear with it, Ari pops up in the second part! 

Warnings: All of my work is 18+, minors DNI, even if there aren't many warnings to look out for. In this first part, some warnings may include some self-doubt; mentions of the ocean & motion sickness/sea sickness; and I believe that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own internet consumption. By clicking keep reading, you agree to these warnings and that you are over 18. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

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You sat in the plush leather chair of the conference room, you were in your fourth meeting of the day and you had started to feel antsy. You were bouncing your pen between your thumb and forefinger as you stared out the large windows of the skyscraper of Baizen Oil Industries. A small sigh left your lips as you thought how you would much rather be on an assignment instead of being in meetings all of the time. You absolutely hated the agonizing day-to-day of office work. It was so mind numbingly dull and you didn’t have the patience for that type of work. At least when you were sent to one of the offshore oil rigs or even one of the land based ones, it provided a little more challenging work, or depending on the day, a little excitement. 

“Before we conclude this meeting, I’m going to hand it over to Carter Baizen himself.” Your supervisor’s words barely registered in your ears as you continued to play with your pen. If it wasn’t for your coworker’s jab to your arm with their elbow, you would’ve continued to look out the window. 

You instantly sat up and refocused your attention back to the meeting at hand, just as Carter walked into the conference room. You watched as Carter buttoned up his suit jacket as he took your supervisor’s place. Carter cleared his throat before he started to speak. 

“Good day everyone, I’ll try to be as quick as I can so you can get back to work. But I came here before you today because one of our offshore oil rigs is in trouble, the Jupiter.” Carter paused for a moment as he clicked on a remote towards the center of the table and a blue holographic image of the mentioned oil rig appeared before everyone. “The Jupiter is one of the company’s most prosperous rigs, bringing in the most oil in the last five years but she also seems to be our most problematic rig. From crew members getting injured to machinery malfunctions, it seems she’s been through it all.” 

This was it, your next big challenge. You immediately started to get excited at the thought of helping another oil rig out, especially since your last one was a success. At least, you thought it was. If Carter didn’t already have a team in place, you would definitely be volunteering before the meeting was over or at least by the end of the day. 

“So, the plan is to send in a small team, no more than two, to get this place whipped back into shape. If this doesn’t happen, I’m afraid that we’ll end up either selling the Jupiter or shutting her down. This is completely voluntary, but if no one volunteers, I’m not afraid to pick and choose who goes.” Carter then looked around at the filled conference table, immediately noticing the nervous looks on the majority of the faces. 

Here was your chance. “I’ll go.” You spoke up confidently, you were beyond certain you could handle this job. 

Carter nodded at you in appreciation and you could see the look on your supervisor’s face, rolling his eyes and clearly not surprised. He knew how much you hated being in one place for too long and the fact that you had only been back barely two weeks and ready to leave, didn’t surprise him. 

“Another volunteer?” Carter asked, giving everyone another chance before he picked someone. 

You didn’t blame your coworkers for not wanting to volunteer, Being on an offshore oil rig was dangerous and getting there even more so. Not to mention that the Jupiter was located in the middle of the North Sea, one of the most treacherous seas in the world. As you waited for another coworker to volunteer, you thought back to your first time on one of the company’s offshore oil rigs. You were assigned to be a part of a team to collect data and to check the quality of life of the workers who were on board, along with several other assignments. Needless to say, you hadn’t quite gotten your sea legs yet and you spent the majority of your first week on the rig with sea sickness. After that though, you became a natural and developed your own system on how to get these rigs, along with the crew, back into shape. 

“Um, I’ll go.” One of your coworkers stammered as he raised his hand slightly. 

You internally groaned when you saw who it was, an IT guy who’s barely been with the company for five years. By the looks of him, he didn’t seem like much and he seemed much better suited for land. He’s probably never been on a boat before either; with his dainty frame, those waves would take him out in a heartbeat. But of course, you didn’t say any of that and just offered him a forced smile. 

“Excellent, you two come to my office before you leave today and I’ll give you more information on this assignment. Meeting adjourned.” Carter then left the conference room, followed by your supervisor. 

Shortly after that, everyone started to collect their things and went back to work. While you collected your things, the other volunteer nervously approached you. 

“Hi, I’m Jake.” He introduced himself as he stuck out his hand, when he realized you weren’t going to shake it, he pulled it back and scratched the back of his head. 

“I know, you’re the IT guy around here.” You replied as you continued to collect your things. You took a moment before you turned to face him and introduced yourself properly. 

Jake nodded as he spoke. “I look forward to working with you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

You let out a small huff. “I hope you don’t believe everything you hear.” You then started towards the door of the conference room. 

Jake followed after you. “O-of course not. How many oil rigs have you been on?” 

“Land, six; off shore, the Jupiter would make it four. Let’s get one thing clear,” You stopped and turned to face Jake, who instantly became worried. “I’m in charge here. I’ve done this countless times and I know what I’m doing.” 

Jake pushed his round framed glasses up the bridge of his nose before he nodded. “Got it.” 

“Oh, also, don’t let the roughnecks give you too much of a hard time.” You teased playfully. 

“Roughnecks?” Jake asked as he arched a brow. 

“Yeah, the crew on a rig. They do the day-to-day work to make sure the rig works properly.” You let out a small sigh, realizing how much of a rookie Jake really was, this was going to be an interesting assignment. “I’ll put together a 101 pamphlet with terms and what to expect before the day is over.”

“Hey, thanks, I’d appreciate that!” Jake beamed as continued to follow you. 

By Sunday, you were locking up your apartment and making your way to the airport. Your luggage rolled behind you as you went down to the waiting company car. You greeted the driver with a tired smile as he took your luggage and placed it in the trunk and you opened the passenger door, you took a sip of your coffee from your tumbler. However, you nearly spat it out when you saw an excited Jake in the backseat of the car. You had somehow forgotten that the two of you were riding to the airport together. 

“Good morning, sunshine! I wasn’t sure if you’d have coffee already or not, so I had the driver stop so I could pick up some breakfast.” Jake greeted, too chipper for your taste this early in the morning. 

“I’m hearing this,” You made a motion with your hand to mock someone talking. “And I want to hear this.” You made your hand stop moving to signal silence. 

Jake chuckled at your response. “Not a morning person, eh?” 

You simply glared over at Jake. 

“Alright, alright, I get it sunshine.” Jake said and he acted as if he was sealing his lips and then locked them. 

When you landed in Germany and finally got to the port, you took in a deep breath of the ocean air causing a smile to curl up on your lips. You glanced over at Jake and immediately noticed how pale he looked. It reminded you of yourself when you went on your first offshore business trip. You looked back out to the ocean, the waves were relatively calm near the port but you knew the further out you went, that would change in a heartbeat. 

“Baizen Oil Industries?” A dock worker asked as he jogged up to you and Jake, his voice slightly raised. 

“Yes, that’s us.” You said as you turned to the man. 

“The shuttle to take you to the Jupiter is ready for you, if you follow me.” The dock worker gestured. 

“Of course.” You said and you motioned to Jake to follow. 

When you got to the boat, the dock worker was claiming to be your shuttle, you were in awe. The boat was more like a massive barge ship and you were in awe of the size of it. 

“This is a shuttle?!” Jake exclaimed, stopping to look up at the ship before he stepped onto the boarding ramp. 

“Welcome to the Orion.” The dock worker announced, his voice somehow deeper than before as he welcomed you to the barge ship. 

Jake then bent over and started to throw up causing the dock worker to shake his head and chuckle. You couldn’t help but do the same before you stepped onto the boarding ramp. 

“Come on Jake, we don’t want to be late.” You said, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. 

You watched the waves crash against the ship, a sense of calm washing over you, compared to your counterpart anyway. Jake hadn’t stopped throwing up and currently had his head in a bucket. As you glanced back at him, you were grateful that at least one of you had your sea legs. 

“Why is it always carrots? I haven’t even had carrots.” Jake mumbled before he threw up again. 

You laughed quietly to yourself before you turned your attention back to the ocean, watching the waves from one of the cabin rooms. You swore that each wave that formed was bigger than the last one. Each wave crashed into the barge ship as if it was nothing, causing the ship to rock and tilt to its side. The waves were thick and packed quite the punch, you couldn’t help but wonder how these men came out onto this sea every day. There were several times where you thought the waves were going to knock the ship over and capsize. However, the Orion prevailed and continued to make its way through the North Sea to get to the oil rig.

When you finally reached the Jupiter, your eyes nearly bugged out at the sheer size of the oil rig. Sure, you had been to multiple offshore sites but this one had to be the biggest one yet. The platform stood on top of a single, concrete let that was giant in itself and at least several hundred feet above the sea; yet the waves were still grazing the bottom of the platform. Your eyes wandered all over, trying to figure out what sight to take in first. The platform was just as impressive as the concrete leg it stood on, built from a mixture of solid concrete and heavy duty, industrialized iron, it was truly a sight to see. You were always in awe of these oil rigs that you visited. As you continued to stare up at the structure, your nerves started to kick in and you suddenly felt uneasy. However, you kept it together, you’d be damned if you gave these men any inclination that they could roll right over you. You were pulled out of your thoughts when the Captain ushered you and Jake down to the deck of the ship. There, you spotted a few workers trying to direct a metal cage that was being lowered onto the deck of the barge ship by a crane. 

“What the hell is that?!” Jake exclaimed as he adjusted his glasses. 

“That son, is your way up to the Jupiter.” The Captain of the Orion said, clapping Jake on the shoulder. 

The door of the metal cage opened and out stepped a heavyset, older brunette and you could feel him instantly judging you and Jake. You knew exactly what he was doing, he was trying to see if you were going to be a pushover or not, but he’d be in for a rude awakening. You held your head high as you walked towards the man, sticking out your hand as soon as you were close enough and introduced yourself to him. He eyed you up and down, one more time before he spoke, shaking your hand in return. 

“Lee Bodecker, ma’am, I’m the rig manager here. Welcome to the Jupiter.” Lee introduced himself as he sucked on his teeth. 

“Pleasure. This is my assistant, Jake Jensen.” You greeted politely and with a tight lipped smile. 

“What’s up?” Jake greeted with a nod as hugged his belongings to his chest. 

You internally groaned as Jake greeted the rig manager the way that he did. 

Thankfully, Lee just chuckled as he turned his attention towards Jake. “What’s the matter son? Don’t got yer sea legs yet?” 

“Afraid not, first time out on an oil rig, let alone the ocean.” Jake admitted, it was evident that Jake had been suffering from some sea sickness. From the lack of color in his face to the sweat dripping from his brow from constantly throwing up. 

“I can tell. Well, let’s stop dilly dallying and get to work. After you!” Lee then stepped to the side to allow you and Jake into the metal cage. 

With a jolt, the cage started to lift and just in time as a wave crashed onto the deck of the Orion. A cold breeze enveloped you as the wind picked up slightly, causing the cage to sway as well. When you got to one of the landings of the platform of the Jupiter, Lee opened the cage door and allowed you and Jake to exit first. As Lee led the two of you through the oil rig, you could feel everyone’s eyes on you and Jake as you passed by. You could feel your stomach begin to lurch but you kept holding your head high. As you looked around, to try and familiarize yourself a little bit, you could tell that these men looked a little more on the rough side than most crew that you’ve been around. You only hoped that you could help them as much as possible and get their quality of life back to where it should be while living on an oil rig. 

“I’ve set up a couple of meetings for the two of you tomorrow morning. You’ll meet the rest of the crew and management then.” Lee called back to you. “Tonight, the two of you focus on settling in your new quarters. I hope you don’t mind bunk beds.” 

“Sounds good, thank you, Mr. Bodecker.” You called back to him, having to shout over the noises of the oil rig. 

“Please, it’s Lee.” Lee insisted as he glanced back at you and Jake.

Lee held open a door and it was almost instantly warmer and brighter in this part of the oil rig. You also noticed that there was a lot more life in this part as well. 

“This is the Hub, the life of the Jupiter. Here, you’ll find entertainment rooms, the cafeteria and a few other eateries, laundry, the sleeping quarters and there’s even a gym if you’re into that sort of thing. There are also a few offices and conference rooms located in this part of the oil rig. There is internet but it can be a bit spotty sometimes.” Lee informed as he strutted through the building, pointing out different amenities. 

The three of you reached the third floor and Lee showed you to your new quarters for the next couple of weeks. You peered into the room once Lee had opened it and expected Lee to show another room for Jake. However, when he didn’t, you spoke up. 

“Are we sharing a room?” 

“What? I don’t have a problem with that. I’ll even take the top bunk.” Jake offered as he walked into the room and took a look around. “Pretty spacious here actually.” 

“Good man, Jake. Sorry, miss, but we’re full to the brim here. I actually had to kick out the two who were staying in here just to make room for you lot. They were not happy.” Lee explained, his southern drawl making its presence. 

“Right, well then, thank you Lee, I appreciate your hospitality.” You gave him a small, tight-lipped smile, the last thing you expected was having to share a room with someone. 

Lee simply nodded. “Dinner is whenever you feel like eating, so if you want food, you can come down. Otherwise, your first meeting is tomorrow at  seven in the morning and I’ll have someone come get you.” 

“Sounds good. I think I’m in for the rest of the night, so, I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.” You said, wanting to get some work done tonight and put some finishing touches on a few things. 

Lee didn’t say anything, he simply turned on his heel and walked away. You then stepped into the room and noticed Jake already setting up shop. A small smirk curved up slightly onto your lips as you did the same thing. You couldn’t lie, a part of you was extremely nervous about the next day and yet, you were also looking forward to the next few weeks while aboard the Jupiter.

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Steve Rogers is the love of your life, but there have been times all you’ve felt for him is hate. Five times to be exact.

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Yes. Yes. YES! That mini-series is still on the books. The working title is "Trust Funds". And even though I haven't started writing it yet, I've already discovered and mapped out my ending. So please stay tuned.

Also, super pumped to know that you're enjoying Ari and Bird. I'm having so much fun exploring the relationship between those two stubborn lovebirds.

But that doesn't mean that I don't miss Andy and Baby Girl. Those two will be making a return sooner rather than later. Thanks!

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Defending Jacob- TV Show Review

The ending will make you go nuts. It made me go nuts. I am nuts thinking about it. Ok, that came out wrong. Just watch it for yourself.

Defending Jacob is a TV show that hit the screens in 2020, and let me tell you, it's a gripping rollercoaster ride that will keep your mind running. This enthralling legal drama delves into the complexities of family, loyalty, and the lengths we go to protect our loved ones.

The story revolves around the Barber family, whose lives are turned upside down when their teenage son, Jacob, becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation. As the evidence piles up and the community turns against them, Andy Barber, Jacob's father, and a respected assistant district attorney, must navigate the treacherous waters of the legal system to prove his son's innocence.

What sets Defending Jacob apart is its ability to create an atmosphere of suspense and ambiguity. With each episode, new twists and revelations emerge, keeping you guessing and questioning the truth. The writing is razor-sharp, with well-developed characters and morally complex situations that explore the gray areas of justice and the lengths we go to protect our own.

The performances in this show are nothing short of exceptional. Chris Evans delivers a standout performance as Andy Barber, portraying the character's internal struggle and desperation with raw intensity. His nuanced portrayal allows us to empathize with a man torn between his duty as a prosecutor and his unwavering belief in his son's innocence. Michelle Dockery as Laurie Barber, Andy's wife, adds a layer of emotional depth to the story, grappling with the weight of doubt and the toll it takes on their family. And well, Jaeden Martell portrays Jacob so beautifully, you can feel every ounce of fear or doubt or annoyance Jacob feels.

Visually, Defending Jacob captures the somber and tense atmosphere of a small town engulfed in scandal. The cinematography is moody and atmospheric, reflecting the characters' internal turmoil. The show effectively uses flashbacks to delve into the past and shed light on the present, building suspense and deepening our understanding of the complex web of secrets that surround the case.

What makes Defending Jacob truly captivating is its exploration of the devastating impact of suspicion on a family. It delves into the depths of parental love and the lengths one can go to protect their child, even when faced with doubt. The moral dilemmas posed throughout the series will make you question your own beliefs and judgments, leaving a lasting impact.

In conclusion, Defending Jacob is a must-watch for fans of legal dramas and psychological thrillers. Its suspenseful plot, outstanding performances, and thought-provoking themes make it a standout show that will leave you pondering the nature of justice and the complexity of familial bonds. Prepare to be enthralled by this captivating journey into the heart of a family fighting for their own.

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Midnight Rain Ch. 2

(I am so sorry for the long delay, I've been going through so much shit in RL & my writing has taken a backseat to everything, but im working on it and hopefully NaNoWriMo kicks me back into doing what I love!! Enjoy Chapter 2 of Midnight Rain :P )

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“Did you have to be such a bitch about it?!” Sebastian yelled as he rushed after Brooke who turned and slapped him. “You don't have the room nor the worth to stand there and call anyone a bitch when you didn't even have the balls to fucking tell him about what happened!!” Brooke and Sebastian continued to yell at each other, Chris sat in the living room for a moment listening to them fight. He got up, walking up the stairs and moved past them down the hallway as they fought before stopping at your door. 

You were lying in bed, facing the window when you heard the door open; You glanced over your shoulder to see Chris standing there. You shot up as you heard Brooke yell, “What are you doing?!” Chris shut the door behind him and locked it. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking down at the ground he didn’t dare bring a hand to touch you, or even face you. The silence felt like a weighted blanket draped over the two of you, holding you down in the shadows of a deadly secret. 

“I was….saving our wedding photo….that’s how they caught me in our bedroom….when you left, I moved the only one I had from my office to our bedroom. I didn’t care if everything else got destroyed. I could buy new stuff all day long…but not that photo…” he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph of the two of you. He stared at it, the edges were burnt, and he smiled softly. “I love this photo…” he whispered. You were staring up at him, a doe eyed look, evident on your features. Chris was smirking at the camera, but he didn’t care how he looked, he only cared about how you looked in the photo. You were holding onto his arm, staring up at him. He fell in love with it the moment his mother had sent it from the photographers. 

“I always liked that photo….” you whispered softly as he turned his head toward you, however his eyes remained on the floor. “You could have called me…” he said as you looked at him. “I was in a sedated state for two weeks in the hospital...they didn’t know if I would make it…Brooke informed them we were separated, that's why they didn’t call you.” you said. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said looking at you, finally meeting your eyes. 

You looked at him, your eyes glistening with tears, “but I couldn’t protect our little girl…” you sniffled as he moved, engulfing you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. “But you protected yourself…now we can go after the son of a bitch who did this to our baby.”  Chris whispered, rocking you gently as he rubbed your back, letting you sob into his chest. You clung to him for dear life, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms. “You don’t blame me?” you whispered looking up at him, as he looked down at you, “No baby…you did nothing wrong, this wasn’t your fault at all.” he whispered kissing your forehead. 

You and Chris stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while, until you’d both dozed off, Brooke and Sebastian had talked to Anthony, sharing what knowledge they all had about that night, which they’d learned what happened to you, and what happened to Chris seemed to happen on the same night. Anthony shared with them how Chris’s physical therapy was going and how he had been trying to figure out who came after him but they were coming up on a dead end. 

“I mean…it had to be the Irish right? Who else is at war with Chris that they would try to kill Y/N, and his child?” Brooke asked as she poured each of them a drink. “It's just…..the Irish extended an olive branch to Chris months ago…..well before this happened. Which was weird in the first place.” Anthony said sipping the bourbon Brooke had poured. 

Brooke glanced at Seb as she downed the contents of her own glass, causing both men to look at her. “Well that’s great I think but it still leaves the question of who is responsible for this?” She asked as Anthony shook his head; “I don't know…but we need to find out.” 

When you woke up, Chris was snoring softly next to you. You hadn’t slept as well as you did that night, since you’d left Chris months ago. You watched him sleep for a little bit before rolling over and staring at the ceiling. You wondered what life would have been like, a little girl with him, would he have spoiled her? Would he’ve gotten up and done the late night feedings and changings? Would he have spent more time at home with you and her instead of out at the clubs? Yes. he would have been the most perfect father to the children you could of had together. A voice called in the back of your mind. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, wishing you could go back, beg Brooke to not leave that night. 

“You look so beautiful in the mornings.” Chris whispered softly; you opened your eyes, seeing him watching you, as he smiled softly. You felt your lips pull back just a little, smiling for the first time in months. You both laid there, arms and legs tangled together, you both laid in silence for a while before a soft knock on the door alerted you both that you weren’t alone. “Y/N…I’m going to run to the store…Anthony is here for Chris so I’ll make sure Sebastian stays behind in case you need anything.” 

“Why don’t I come to the story with you today?” you asked as you got up, Brooke was silent for a moment, “Are you sure? You haven’t left the house since you got home from the hospital.” Brooke pointed out. You walked over, opening the door so she could come in and nodded at her. “Yeah, I feel like I should go with you.” you said, giving her a shrug. “Gotta face the world sometime right?”

Chris sat up, “If you’re not up for it Y/N, don’t push yourself.” But you looked back at him and gave him a small tight smile, “It’ll be good for me, don't worry,” you changed into a pair of jeans, pairing it with a black shirt and tan sweater. You grabbed your purse and walked downstairs with Chris after he’d gotten dressed as well, smiling a little at Bucky and Brooke before looking at Chris, “Um…how about I call you later? We can talk and see how everything is going,” you said, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

Chris looked taken back before he nodded, “Right, yeah, I’ll talk to you later and check in with you.” He grabbed his jacket before he looked at Sebastian, “When you get some time, let’s talk about a few things.” he shook his hand before walking out with Anthony. 

You left with Brooke, going to the store for the first time since you were pregnant. You noticed how things looked different and the same, you carried on with light talking while you two drove on; and once at the store, you helped her grab a few different things. “Why don’t we get some snacks and have a movie night tonight?” Brooke asked as you smiled and nodded, “I’d really like that. I’ll go grab some chips, salsa, candy, and some stuff to make that dip your mom taught you to make!” you grinned as she did too, “yes!! Okay! I’m gonna go grab ice cream, toppings, and whatever else sounds good!” she took off toward the frozen section while you went to grab a basket and grab your list. This was the first time anything really had sounded good to you in a long time. 

As you shopped you reached for a bag of chips, when another hand reached for the same bag. You looked over, withdrawing your hand and apologizing when the gentleman in front of you chuckled and handed you the bag. “I’m sorry, here, front bags are always fresher,” he said smiling at you.  You were frozen like a deer in headlights, he was handsome, and a dazzling smile to match. “Oh, uh,” you let out a soft giggle, “Thank you, but go ahead, I can get a different bag.” you said looking up at him as he grinned at you, placing the bag down in your basket. “Don’t worry about it sunshine. I don’t mind.” he winked before turning to grab a bag himself. He was tall, with short, soft, blondish-brown hair, bright blue eyes and a dashing bright smile. “Well thank you sir,” you felt yourself blush as you stared at him, he was captivating as he stood tall and smiled down at you, “I’m Steve…Steve Rogers,” he held his hand out to you.

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[buckyownsmylife]

out of the woods (chris evans x famous!reader smut)

the one where Chris watches an interview of you on the Ellen show

Warnings: mention of small stature in comparison to Chris, smut thoughts, Ellen Degeneres trash talking/thinking, cursing, mention of prescription medicine, talk of age gap (reader is younger than Chris), jacking off, daddy kink

WC: 3k

A/N: this doesn't really have an ending, so if you all like it, I might make a series out of it - the idea is that you are also famous (for acting, singing, writing) and have been friends with Chris but there's always this underlying tension between the two of you. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: no, he's not married in this story nor do I intend to feature Alba in any part of it whatsoever.

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I realized some fans were tagging me in a short video of Y/N on Ellen DeGeneres’ show. I knew she had gone there by herself, mostly to promote her new album, but also to give some publicity for our movie, so I was aware that she would probably talk about me at least a bit… Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked the link to check the video for myself.

She looked gorgeous as always, her hair down in that way I loved so much and her skin seemed to be as soft as ever under the mini dress she chose to wear, her legs stretching out and making her look taller than she actually was. I chuckled, remembering just how small she looked by my side.

I remembered one time when I lifted her up, bridal style, and spun her around the pub we had close to the set, after the Patriots had won a game. Despite not understanding the game, she tagged along and celebrated every time I got excited, like the cute person that she was. I got so transfixed by her giggles back then. They were the sweetest sound and the only thing I heard, despite the fact that we were in the middle of a very loud bunch of dudes. 

I found myself imagining again, as I had then, what it would be like to have her under me, trapped by my arms in bed, or better yet, against a wall, only my thighs securing her in place while I made her moan with my touch. How would she sound? Or, better yet, how would she feel?

Christ. 

Shaking my head, I tried to gather my thoughts so as to not let them stray too far in that direction, something I didn’t have much success in doing, despite the fact that I had been practicing that simple habit every single day since I met her. But it was proving to be a nightmare. She was just far too tempting.

Shaking my head once more, I focused on the video in front of me. My heartbeat had sped up as soon as it started, but I tried to tell myself it was because I was scared for her, since I knew how Ellen could get invasive sometimes.

“So, Y/N…” She started, eyeing my co-star. “You have just finished working on a movie with someone we’re very familiar with, isn’t it?”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the blonde woman. “I suppose so. We have just finished the promotion for it, maybe you guys have already seen it?” She asked the crowd, who went nuts at her. It was sweet to see this kind of feedback, I truly believed in our movie and the fact that I got to know her was just an added bonus.

“For those of you who don’t know what we’re talking about, it’s called ‘Be Here Now’ and it’s currently in a theater near you. Y/N stars alongside Chris Evans, who we love so dearly here, and they play brother and sister as they try to reconnect after their parents' passing.”

More applause at that. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at her idea of love. Last time I was there, she made me pretty uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“So, how was the process for you? We know you’re familiar with the filming process, since you star in your own series ‘Evermore’, that sent you to stardom, along with your songs, but you had said before you’d never act outside of it, since your true passion relies on music. What changed your mind?” Ellen sat back as she said that, already comfortable with the fact that something good would come out of this interview, since Y/N had been pretty vocal about what made her decide to do the movie, even with me.

“Chris did, actually. Or, in fact, the fact that he was cast in it.” A chorus of “aws” echoed around the room and there was no way to know if they were real or prompted, but they were quickly interrupted by the host.

“So, you were a fan?” She instigated, as to what Y/N nodded again.

“Of course. Well, my mom more than me, but I was the one who introduced his work to her, so…” She poked her tongue out at the camera, to which my heart (and my cock) jumped in response. “Ever since I got into this, when I first had the idea for Evermore with James, I told him time and time again I would never act outside of this, because I had no intention whatsoever on becoming an actress. I have always been in this for the music. Well, the writing. I’m a writer, I like writing scripts and songs, I’ve fallen into this performer thing by accident. But I’ve always been adamant about the fact that if I ever had the opportunity to act alongside Chris, I’d take it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I’m good enough. It didn’t even matter if the script was terrible, which thankfully wasn’t the case, I just really admire him and his work and I would never live with myself if I turned this opportunity down.”

Even though I knew most of this, I couldn’t help but to gloat at the fact that this incredible woman actually admired me. She was so much better than me in so many things, even acting, and she still thought I was great enough to get her to participate in a movie. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have a little crush, that’s right?” And there it was. The coup. Of course. That evil wench…

“That’s what you took out of everything I said? Jesus, Ellen, has anyone ever told you that you listen like a man?” Ouch. That one was perfect. Being the ambassador for females and lesbians everywhere, it couldn’t not hurt her, especially coming from someone as angelical, sweet and universally-loved as Y/N. I appreciated the quick second her smile faltered before it became plastered on her again.

“No, I haven’t heard that before… But tell me, have you met any of the other Marvel actors? I mean, granted, there are a lot of them now, but especially those who have worked closely with Chris?” Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have been friends with Elizabeth Olsen for a very long time, we’re very close, but other than that, no. I haven’t had the chance to properly meet, or rather, hang out with any of them.”

“Who’s first on your list?”

“Anthony Mackie,” Y/N promptly responded, getting a few laughs and claps from the audience.

“My, you had that answer ready” Ellen teased, to which Y/N simply shrugged again. 

“We talk through social media sometimes and I know for a fact he’s hilarious. I hope we get to meet sometime. I might just have to bug Chris about it.” She had already, in fact. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other and I was already planning my next party just to be able to make that happen.

“What about Sebastian?” Ellen asked, a glinter of something extremely suspicious in her eyes.

“Sebastian Stan? No, we haven’t met, but I’d love to get the chance to someday. He seems extremely sweet and I know he’s very talented and Chris loves him, so I think it’s a matter of time until it happens.”

“I heard somewhere you had a bit of a crush on him, right? Even if you don’t admit that you have one on Chris?” This fucking woman. I could fucking kill her right now. But, to my surprise, Y/N simply laughed.

“Truly, you have got to check your hearing sometime soon, because that is absolutely false.” 

“Really?” Ellen pushed, to which Y/N beamed even brighter at her.

“Positive.” A beat as the two women stared at each other down. “I think what you meant is that I have had a huge crush on his character, Bucky Barnes.” Y/N explained, laughing at the host. “I admit that only happened after I saw Sebastian’s portrayal of him, but my attraction to a fictional character can’t be really connected to him.”

Ellen nodded, obviously not paying attention to anything she was just saying. “Well, let’s figure out who do you actually feel attracted to, shall we? Let’s play fuck, marry or kill!”

The audience screamed and, to my surprise, Y/N didn’t even blink, a patient smile painting her lips as she calmly watched the interviewer. “So, Y/N, between Anthony, Sebastian and Chris, who would you rather fuck, marry or kill?”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling at the older woman. “I couldn’t possibly answer truthfully to this question, Ellen, mostly because I am not capable of feeling carnal attraction to people I have never met, but I can 100% assure you that I would marry Chris without blinking twice if there was a choice.” 

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The crowd went crazy, obviously satisfied with the answer.

“And you’re sure you don’t have a crush on him?” Ellen’s eyes glistened with mischief, as she stared at the younger woman.

“Ellen, I think the question here is… Are you sure *you don’t have a crush on him?” The laughs from the audience was the last thing to come from the video before it stopped, and I found myself echoing them in the silent living room. Oh my, how I missed this girl.

I tapped my fingers nervously on my jean-clad thigh, looking around the room. I had been staying in Boston with my family for the last few weeks, since the movie premiered and we had finished promotion, and I had found myself constantly calling her to share funny stories from my nephews or to hear about her day. I knew she wanted to meet my family, she had always said she admired the fact that we were so close, despite there being so many of us.

My mom obviously loved her, having been a fan of hers long before I even heard about her existence. So what if…? 

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call in the name of the woman I had been thinking about. The phone rang three times before she picked up, stopping me from giving up on this crazy idea.

“Hey, Chris! How are you? I missed talking to you, it’s so weird seeing you everyday for four months and then suddenly not at all anymore.” I know I was literally forty, but I literally melted at this girl’s words.

“Did you now? Is that because you wish we were married, so we could see each other everyday?” Her breath hitched as she realized I had seen the video and I could just imagine the cute little embarrassed expression she was probably sporting right now. I tried to ignore the fact that my words and tone of speaking had suddenly become way too similar to when I was flirting with a girl.

“Fuck, you saw the interview.” I had never heard Y/N curse before, so the fact that I suddenly had no control over my mouth could be explained by the unavailability of blood in my head, since it had all gone south.

“Come stay with me for a while,” I spilled suddenly. Silence was the only answer I got from the other side of the call and my heart sped up in a way that only happened when I was truly anxious. I was already cursing myself out for scaring the poor girl when she finally answered.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice barely over a whisper. It was obvious how vulnerable she was feeling, and a sense of overprotectiveness overcame me. “Please don’t joke about this, Evans. This better not be a prank. ‘Cause I really do miss you a lot.”

Fuck indeed. There was no way something good would come out of this idea, but there was no way I would go back either.

“Of course I’m being serious. Come to Boston. You can stay with me, but I think my mom is going to steal you before you even settle in.” A large breath came from the other side.

“Okay. Okay! I’m going to pack my bags. Yay! I’m so excited!” She was clearly jumping up and down with the perspective of what was to come, and I couldn’t help the smile that painted my lips not only at her cuteness, but also due to my own excitement at her arrival. 

“Great! I’ll be waiting.” My heartbeat still hadn’t gotten back to a normal speed. “Text me the details of your arrival, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Chris, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I knew what she meant. If someone caught sight of us together at the airport, or even the fact that she was here in Boston, all hell would break loose in the press.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, baby girl. I’ll take care of it.” I froze, only then realizing what I had just called her. A few seconds ticked by while I silently freaked out, wondering how I could brush this over, when she intervened.

“Thanks, Chris. That was pretty much the best thing I’ve ever heard. I just might forgo my prescription medicine while I’m over there, because you’ve been able to completely relax me with just two sentences.” She giggled and if I was at first leaning towards thinking she was sarcastically teasing me, just by the nature of her words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she actually meant what she had just said.

Once again, I was at a loss for words, especially because I couldn’t help but to allow myself to imagine that this was her, flirting with me a little bit. The blood I so desperately needed in my brain had once again left to pump another organ full of life. I was saved from having to answer, though, as Y/N quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“I’ll text you the details of my flight in a little bit. See you soon, angel.” She hung up before I could process the nickname she had given me. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, finally relenting and getting up from the couch to take a shower to rub one off.

I had found myself in this situation more times than usual after meeting Y/N. Normally, I’d only do it out of boredom, preferring to fuck someone whenever I’d get sexually frustrated. But the last few times I had taken girls from parties into my bedroom, I could only see her. Y/N. And I hated how disgusting I felt after it was done, the fact that I didn’t care about the girl I just fucked and the fact that I imagined my younger friend.

So now I resorted to this kind of activity. As the warm water started to hit my body, I allowed my right hand to travel the extent of my body until I found my hardened member. “Fuck,” I found myself whispering into the bathroom as I tugged on my cock. Images that I had spent a lot of time concocting in my head flashed in front of me, all of them starred by Y/N. 

I imagined her nude body here with me, under the falling water. How her breasts would heave with every breath she took. Would she be as filled with desire for me as I was for her? I imagined the path the warm droplets of water would run across her skin and how I wished I could lick its remnants. 

Maybe she’d fall to her knees before me, looking up from under her eyelashes with that coy expression that drove me crazy. Her lips would softly kiss the tip of my cock and she’d still be watching me, analyzing my reactions. I would do my best to restrain myself, allowing her to get accustomed to my member, but my hands would eventually find their way to her wet strands, creating a makeshift ponytail that would facilitate my vision of her work while I still managed to control myself and not use it to guide her.

She’d kiss the skin all around my cock, quick little kisses just to tease me before going further down to suck on my balls. I’d throw my head back, begging her to do what I needed, and she’d finally succumb, wrapping her lips around my tip before slowly sucking further down my dick. She’d be relentless, eventually being able to swallow my whole member down her throat, and I would look down again to see her looking up at me with a proud gaze in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I would whisper, just before I finally snapped, using my grip on her hair to pull her from my cock until just the tip remained tightly squeezed by her lips, until I pushed her all the way against me again. “Take this fucking cock like the little perfect girl you are for daddy.”

And she’d take it like a pro, a satisfied smile on her lips as I fucked her mouth, eventually breaching into her throat, making her gasp for air, tears in her eyes as her hands flew to my hips in an attempt to slow me down. But she wouldn’t really, opting for simply carving her nails on my flesh as she took every single rope of cum I’d deposit between her eager lips.

Fuck. I let the water wash away the sin I had just committed while sending up a prayer for better control when Y/N arrived. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the bathroom, touching myself while she was at my house.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Hi I was wondering if you are taking requests if so is it possible if you could do anoter part to Can I count on your Vote; Can I count on your love where they are planning for their wedding and then the day of their wedding as well as their wedding night and honeymoon to which leads to senator getting pregnant and the journey of the pregnancy and the birth, then bringing baby (girl) home with smut and fluff 💖

I wasn’t planning on it…

But a new tab is being started with a WIP for this 😉

[thegirlnextdoorssister]

You can run but you can’t hide.

Masterlist

(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)

Minors DNI.

p.s. slow updates

Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.

Based on this ask

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings through out the series : dark, noncon/dubcon, rape(?) just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment(?), edging(?), smut, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, abusive/toxic relationship, violence, blood, more to be added as the series goes.

taglist is open.

Series:

Chapter 1: Soulmate

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

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Drabbles

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[chasingmidnights]

An Offshore Love - Part Two

Title: Delicate 

Summary: While on the job, you made yourself one rule: no dating. But when you meet Ari, you consider throwing that rule out the window. But will you? 

Warnings: First things first, this is 18+, minors DNI!! Things to look out for in this part would include: Lee being a bit of a jerk; Ari Levinson (yes, he’s a warning); some implied sexual content; minor cursing; and I think that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 3,941

You stood off to the side with Jake as Lee gave the next crew their briefing and their assignments for the day. You listened to how he spoke to the men and you cringed internally with the way he talked to his crew. No wonder this rig was in rough shape, they had a manager who thought they were disposable and easily replaced. Lee’s southern drawl barked out orders and as you glanced out to the men, you could see the life being sucked out of them the longer Lee talked. This isn’t the first time that you’ve seen this and you made several mental notes about Lee and his behavior, you would be discussing with him at a later time. As you stood off to the side, you could feel the crew’s curiosity as you caught several of the men glancing your way. You looked down at your watch and found yourself wondering how much longer Lee was going to talk before he finally mentioned you and why you were here at The Jupiter. Lee was in the middle of handing out orders when one of the crew members interrupted him. 

“Who’s the skirt and her lap dog?” 

You had to keep a straight face as Jake stifled a laugh and Lee rolled his eyes at the interruption. 

“Well, if you had waited a few more minutes for me to finish my briefing Curtis, you would’ve been introduced.” Lee snapped back, narrowing his gaze. 

You wanted to slap Lee for the way he talked to his men. Sure the guy had interrupted, but Lee could’ve been the better man and not have been so rude to him. You didn’t blame them for being so curious, you had been standing off to the side for nearly twenty minutes. You hoped that the other rig drillers weren't as uncompassionate as Lee, a bad manager can be the sole cause alone for a crew not to care and to not give their one hundred percent. 

“But since you’re asking, these two are here from Baizen Oil Industries, hopefully to get your asses whipped back into shape.” Lee introduced before he motioned for you and Jake to come over. 

“Thank you, Mr. Bodecker, although I’m not sure I would’ve exactly phrased it like that.” You said as you took front and center. You introduced yourself before you introduced Jake as your assistant. “Mr. Baizen informed us that this is one of the more problematic offshore oil rigs that the company owns and my assistant and I are here to find out why. Jake and I are here to check on quality of life, to make sure safety protocols are up to date and possibly rearrange crew and management if we feel it necessary.” 

“My quality of life just got better with you being here, sweetheart!” One of the crew members shouted, causing a few of the others to chuckle. 

You were about to put that man in his place when his comment was quickly followed by a groan as another crew member slapped him on the back of the head. 

“Show the lady some respect, Lloyd,” The other man growled. He then gave you a small nod for you to continue. 

As the two of you made eye contact, you almost forgot where you were for a moment. Sure, you had seen blue eyes before but his were different. His reminded you of the ocean, that deep blue color and you had a hard time looking away from the man. You cleared your throat before you started talking again, bringing your attention back to the whole group. 

“Right, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, there are a few things that I won’t allow. I won’t allow any form of disrespect.” You paused for a moment as you shot the man, Lloyd, a look before you continued. “I will also not tolerate laziness or tardiness. At the end of my time here, I hope to turn this whole rig around and make it less problematic for everyone’s benefits.” 

“And what makes you so qualified?” The man with the ocean eyes asked, crossing his strong arms across his chest. You couldn’t help but notice that as he did that, the material of his shirt bulged from his muscular arms. 

“Well, Mr.?” You started.

“Levinson. Ari Levinson.” Blue eyes introduced himself. 

“Mr. Levinson, that’s an excellent question. I've been working for Baizen Oil Industries for the last ten years and the last five years going around to different rigs and doing exactly this kind of work.” You did your best to sound as confident as possible but with the way Ari was staring at you, it was hard.

The small, barely noticeable smirk on the corner of his mouth to his piercing stare caused a warmth to form in your body. You hoped that as you stared back at him, he couldn’t tell that he was having an affect on you. 

“Alright you lazy lot, time to get back to work.” Lee finally said, interrupting the moment you and Ari were having. 

The group of men then dispersed and headed off to do their jobs for the day. You let out a small sigh as you broke eye contact from Arri as he turned to leave, however the feeling that he had given you lingered. Your thoughts started to wander but you were quickly pulled out of them when Lee spoke up again. 

“Ready for a day filled with meetings and training?” 

You internally groaned at having to be in meetings all day, but since this was your job, you knew you had to suck it up. Besides, it was either this or being stuck at a desk back at the main office. But after meeting Ari, you would much rather be daydreaming about him, but since that wasn’t an option, you forced a smile and answered. 

“Lead the way, Mr. Bodecker.” 

After a long day of meetings and a few different safety training sessions, you were glad to get a moment to yourself. Well, almost a moment to yourself, Jake’s typing reminded you that you weren’t alone just yet. You had just finished up your last meeting and wanted nothing more than to take off your shoes and put your feet up. As you pinched the bridge of your nose, you tried to disassociate for a moment, but when Jake spoke up, you were brought back to reality. 

“You alright there, boss?” 

You let out a small sigh as you released the bridge of your nose. “Yeah, just been a long day.” 

Jake nodded, seemingly accepting your answer. “It’s definitely been a long day, I don’t think we even breaked for lunch.” 

As you thought about what Jake said, you knew he was right, especially when your stomach started to growl. A small laugh escaped you and you couldn’t believe you worked through lunch. 

“Well, why don’t you go ahead and head to dinner while I clean up here? I’ll join you shortly.” You suggested as you started to organize and clean up. 

“You sure boss? I can stay and help.” Jake offered as he watched you. 

You had just started making different piles as you sorted through each piece of paper, you had gone through a good chunk of the rig’s books during some of these meetings. “I’m positive. Besides, you don’t know my system.” 

“I’m a fast learner.” Jake countered, a bit curious as to what your system was exactly. 

“Really Jake, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll teach you another day, but I really just want to get this done.” You said as you continued to sort. 

“Alright, alright, if you insist. I’ll see you in a bit.” Jake said as he packed up his laptop and started to leave. 

You gave Jake a small smile as he left, you couldn’t help but appreciate his willingness to learn. Honestly though, if you had taken him up on his offer to help, it would’ve taken twice as long to sort through everything. As you sorted, you tried not to think about anything in particular, wanting to give your brain a break after the long day that you just had. However, you didn’t exactly succeed as Ari popped into your mind, which didn’t exactly complain about. Ari was probably the only good thing about this oil rig, even though you barely knew the man. You couldn’t help but find him extremely attractive and exactly your type. The six foot, five inches of a man and he was big and burly as well. His long, shaggy brown hair and full beard suited him well, you especially like the beard. You wondered what it would feel like to have his face in between your legs and his beard rubbing - no, stop that. You quickly scolded yourself for that type of thinking. Years ago, you gave yourself one rule, no dating any of the men you meet while working on these oil rigs. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you reminded yourself of this, this was going to be an interesting time here on The Jupiter. 

When you were finally done organizing, you collected your things and put them in your bag before locking the door behind you as you left the office. You did your best to memorize your way to the offices so that you could get back to the Hub on your own. However, as you turned a corner and walked down the dimly lit hall, you opened the door when you reached it, but it wasn’t the right door. It opened up to what looked like the stem of the oil rig. You could just barely make out a metal staircase that was attached to the concrete wall and it spiraled down to the bottom. Wind howled through the funnell, giving you goosebumps but you couldn’t help yourself and found yourself peeking further into the concrete leg. After all of these years, you had never actually been inside one of these things, you knew they were hollow but that’s all you knew. You were just about to take a step forward to take another look, when you were suddenly being pulled back, causing you to gasp as you were pinned to the wall, an unhappy Ari glaring at you. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, uh? Do you realize you could’ve gotten hurt going in there?” Ari’s nostrils flared as he tightly held onto you. 

You couldn’t help but feel incredibly small right now as Ari scolded you like a child. 

“Sorry, I got lost.” 

Ari scoffed at your answer as he let go of you. “Where were you trying to get too?” 

“Back to the Hub for dinner. I got turned around.” You explained, watching Ari as h took a step back and ran his fingers through his hair. 

Ari took a deep breath and exhaled it with a huff. “Come on, Rogue, follow me and I’ll take you safely back to the Hub.” 

You scrunched up your face at the nickname that he just gave you before you corrected him and told him your name again. 

“I know, I didn’t forget. I like Rogue better.” Ari replied with a smirk. “Now come on, let’s get going.” 

Butterflies started to form in your stomach, he had given you a nickname. Granted, you had no idea where it came from or the meaning behind it and you made a mental note to ask him, but it was a nickname nonetheless. As Ari led you back to the Hub, you did your best to memorize the path that he took, but he moved so quickly and effortlessly that your main focus was to keep up with him. As the two of you were walking through the rig, you ended up tripping over a raised threshold. However, before you fell on your face, Ari had caught you. 

“Careful, you alright?” Ari asked as he helped you over the threshold. 

“Yeah, just clumsy I guess.” You said as you looked up at him, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. 

For a moment though, it felt as if time stood still as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes. Your heart began to race and you thought it was going to burst out of your chest with how fast it was racing. You had never felt such a connection or so strongly towards a guy before, at least not in a really long time. Also for a moment, it felt as if the two of you were about to kiss, but instead of that, Ari pulled away and let go of you. A wave of disappointment washed over you and you did your best not to let it show. 

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you Rogue?” Ari asked before he stood tall and combed his fingers through his thick hair. 

You cleared your throat, not knowing how to respond to his question even though you had a feeling it was a rhetorical one. So, you thought it best to change the subject. 

“So, how long have you been working here?” 

A small smirk formed on the corner of his mouth. “This way.” Ari said as he pointed left. “And I’ve been working here for about eleven years.” 

“Do you like it?” You asked, genuinely curious. 

Ari glanced over at you, not expecting you to make this kind of conversation. “It’s not horrible. The job pays well and every couple of weeks I get to go to the mainland to recharge, see family if I want to.” 

You nod your head along to what he was saying. “How do you feel about Mr. Bodecker as your manager?” 

Ari stopped at your question before he spun around to face you. Once you saw the look on his face, you could tell that he was upset. 

“What’s your game here?” He practically growled as his eyes narrowed at you. 

You’re a bit taken aback at his reaction. “M-my game? I was only curious. If you ask me, he seems like a complete ass.” 

Ari chuckled at your comment. “You’re not wrong about that, but around here, if you know what’s best for ya, you keep your mouth shut.” 

The situation was a lot worse than you thought. 

“Right, got it.” You said with a nod, dropping the matter almost instantly. 

The rest of the way to the Hub was quiet. You thought about what Ari had said and pondered how to move forward, it was clear that Lee Bodecker was the problem. 

The passion and pleasure that you were feeling almost felt too good to be true as you and Ari kissed each other hungrily. The feeling of his large hands roaming your body, squeezing you here and there, causing your body to heat up with every touch. Ari had you pinned against the door of his sleeping quarters and you were loving every minute of it, you didn’t want it to end. You let out a squeal as he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure why or when you decided to throw out your rule but at this exact moment, you really didn’t care as Ari gently laid you down on the mattress. The two of you pulled apart for a brief moment and as the two of you looked longingly at each other, it felt as if time ceased to exist. You knew things would be delicate after this but frankly, you just didn’t care. As things were about to continue, an annoying alarm started to go off. You squinted at Ari confused as to why there was an alarm going off. You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he spoke up, his voice deep and raspy. 

“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart.” 

“What if I don’t wanna?” You questioned as you tried to steady your breathing. 

Ari smirked, letting out a small chuckle before placing another kiss to your forehead. “You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart.” 

You groaned as your dream started to fade and your eyes were met with a dimly lit room. You immediately felt cold as you were no longer in Ari’s embrace, even if it was just a dream. The alarm was still going off and you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. A heavy sigh left your lips before you reached over to finally shut it off, slamming it a little harder than you meant too. 

“God, was wondering when you were going to shut that awful thing off.” Jake commented as you saw already ready for the day. 

“How long have you been up?” You asked as you sat up, stretching as you did. 

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “About half an hour.” 

“Early riser?” You questioned as you started to get up and ready yourself. 

“Kinda. But honestly, I just don’t sleep well outside of my own bed.” Jake answered. He then stood up, grabbing his backpack as he did before continuing. “Room’s yours, I’ll see you down at breakfast.” 

You gave Jake a nod of the head as he left the room before you laid back on your bed. You let out a groan as you ran a hand down your face once Jake had closed the door. 

“Maybe a cold shower this morning.” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up again and started to get ready for the long day ahead. 

Later that day, you and Jake found yourselves being shown some of the training that the men have to go through. As you walked in on one of the training sessions, you found Ari instructing a course and you found yourself staring at the man, remembering your dream from that morning. For a moment, you had almost forgotten where you were and you had to pull yourself out of that headspace. As you watched Ari giving the instructions, you could tell that the men that he was teaching were following his every word. You made several notes and scribbled a few of them down on your notepad. While you were writing down your notes, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You did your best to be as subtle as possible as you glanced up and you were met with Ari’s beautiful blue eyes looking at you. You quickly tore your gaze away from him to finish your notes, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from forming. How in the world did this man have such a powerful grip on you? You were usually pretty level headed about this sort of thing but for some reason, Ari was different. You wanted to throw all caution to the wind and not care how complicated or delicate things might become afterwards. 

You hadn’t realized how lost in your thoughts you’d been until Jake nudged you in your side. The small class that Ari had been teaching a safety training was being dismissed and the supervisor who had been showing you and Jake around was now talking to Ari. You couldn’t help but feel as if the two men were talking about you and Jake as they whispered and glanced your way every so often. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Jake leaned over and whispered into your ear. 

“Shush, they’re coming back.” You answered quickly, nudging him in the side, like he did you moments ago. 

The original supervisor walked right by you and Jake and you were about to say something when Ari stopped in front of the two of you. 

“So, I guess I’m taking over for Mr. Humphrey, so you better keep up, don’t get lost, and don’t get hurt.” Ari said as he then pushed past the two of you. 

Throughout the morning, Ari showed you various stations and talked about the importance of each one. You even witnessed a few of the men jumping off of the rig in full scuba equipment to work on something below. When you watched them jump, a shiver crawled down your spine, sure you could visit offshore oil rigs and even stay on them, but you couldn’t do half of what these men do on a daily basis. Every now and then, Jak would make small comments of wonderment and even asked Ari a few questions. As Ari went through the basic day-to-day with you and Jake, you made several notes, both mentally as well as short-handing some notes on your notepad.You also did your best not to stare at Ari’s ass as you walked behind him, though it was hard, especially since he had a masterpiece of an ass. 

When lunch time came around, Ari said we could take a break but he was going to continue with his work. You couldn’t help but admire that, you could tell he was a hard worker and you could see him being a great leader. Jake had already started to head back to the Hub, when you decided to stay behind and talk to Ari. 

“Ari, can we talk?” You asked as you placed your folder that contained your notepad in front of you, holding it against your chest. 

Ari stopped and turned to face you, placing his hands on his hips. ‘God, he looked amazing,’ you thought to yourself as he did that. 

“Sure, about what? What you’ve been making little notes on, Rogue?” 

It was like he read right through you as he took a step forward. Your words seemed to fail you and all you could do was nod your head. Ari reached for your folder and took it from you, thankfully it only had today’s notes in it. Your heart raced as Ari read through your notes, his face unreadable and you felt like a fish trapped in a net. 

“You really think all of this about me? You barely know me.” Ari said as he finally handed you your folder back. 

You cleared your throat as you finally found your voice again. “I have a pretty good judgment of character, part of what makes me good at my job.” 

Ari nodded his head at your answer as he took another step forward. “You really think I would make a good leader?” 

“I do. The men seem to respect you and you seem to actually care about what you do and that things are done correctly.” You managed to get out, you’re not sure how because it felt like you had peanut butter on the roof of your mouth. 

You’re not quite sure how it happened, and not that you were complaining, but you found yourself in a similar situation from your dream this morning. Ari had you pinned against the back of an office door that wasn’t too far from where you were. The two of you kissed each other hungrily and his tongue easily dominated yours with ease and you gladly let him. Your body was on fire as Ari roamed his hands all over it, eventually stopping on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. You did your best to block out any irrational thought, or maybe it was rational but your brain was too muddled as Ari lifted you up and carried you over to an empty desk. Right now, all you cared about was enjoying this moment with Ari and nothing else. You knew deep down though just how delicate things between the two of you was going to be, but as Ari started to remove your shirt, you simply didn’t care.

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Pregnancy Pains- Part 2

As so many of you asked and requested, I've written another part to my Eddie Diaz imagine/ mini series. Let me know what you think, I hope you will all like the angst that follows.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Bedroom Talk

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) and Eddie's second pregnancy is far from simple and it seems that everything which can go wrong, does go wrong. Especially when it comes to giving birth.

Enjoy.

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"Oh, hello."

A surprised, somewhat bewildered smile took over Eddie's face when he walked into the living room and took in the sight in front of him.

He wasn't expecting Evan to be round when he came home from his night shift. Eddie leaned over and folded his arms over the back of the armchair as his eyes watched the pair of them. Evan and Chris were in the middle of a game, one which Chris appeared to be winning.

Evan had learned by now that Chris was both a very good player and also a bad loser. If he didn't win at least eight percent of the time, he would get very stroppy or go off in a silent mood. So whenever Evan came round, he tried to win one game and make sure he lost the rest, even if it was just by two points. He made sure Chris won.

"Hey," A grin broke out on Evan's face despite the way he tossed the remote down on the coffee table and slouched back into the sofa. He folded his arms over his chest in a gruff while Chris cheered. He had won again.

"Having fun?"

"He's beat me twice now, I'm not enjoying this." Evan joked softly and nudged Chris with his elbow before he looked back over at Eddie. "Thought I'd come and keep him entertained for you."

"Where's (Y/n)?" Eddie was more than grateful that Evan kept popping by recently. He took Chris out to the zoo, picked him up from school if (Y/n) didn't feel well enough and he kept them both company when Eddie went to work and (Y/n) got fed up of bed rest.

"Power nap, she didn't feel well." He pointed over his shoulder towards the hall before he picked the remote up again, ready for another round. It was nothing new that (Y/n) didn't feel well. Evan had been nervous at first with how badly (Y/n) felt and how sick she was, but he calmed down when Eddie told him it was sadly their new normality for now.

"Why don't you make it interesting, loser makes dinner." Eddie walked behind the sofa and patted Evan's shoulder while he leaned and kissed the top of Chris's head. He already knew that Evan would be staying for dinner. It was the least they could do, offer for him to stay when he was keeping everyone company and trying to help them out.

Plus, he was round at least twice a week to have dinner with them when he and Eddie weren't at work.

Eddie left them to it when they started the next round and he trailed down the hallway, dragging his feet behind him as he aimed for the bedroom. He wouldn't go in if (Y/n) was asleep, he didn't want to disturb or wake her, but if she was awake then he would sit with her for a while.

He quietly opened the door and poked his head round and surprise flooded his face when he looked to see the bedroom light was on and (Y/n) wasn't, in fact, in bed.

"Hi baby… what're you up to?" He looked like he had just interrupted her when she was getting dressed.

(Y/n) was sat on the end of the bed, wearing a bra, a dark grey vest top which happened to be Eddie's. And she was just pulling the hem of one of his pair of joggers tight around her hips.

He advanced over to her and moved to stand between her legs with both his hands planted down on her thighs. But (Y/n) took him by surprise when she cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down to her level, stealing a sudden and rather deep kiss from his lips.

Eddie's lips curved into a grin when they parted and he tipped his forehead down against hers, breathing softly against her lips to catch his breath back.

"What was that for?"

He stayed still and watched as (Y/n) moved her hands to hold both his wrists, but he was intrigued and a little confused when she leaned forward. She buried her face in the side of his neck. He felt her holding her breath and the way she tensed in front of him. But when he moved one of their entwined hands to cup her chin and tilt her head up, she managed another sugary sweet smile at him that made his heart flutter.

"Contractions are happening… we can go soon."

A quiet laugh rumbled deep in Eddie's chest and he stole another kiss from her lips before his hand moved down to cradle her stomach.

So that was why she was suddenly so happy and up moving about. She was overjoyed to finally feel the contractions and know that in a day or so, this would all be over. They would have a baby in their arms and (Y/n) would no longer have to feel so sick and drained and unwell. No more bed rest after today.

"Hm, that's why you're so happy, is it?" He pecked her lips again and pressed his forehead down against hers. "I'd better go and ask Buck if he can babysit for us tonight then."

Eddie moved his hands around to (Y/n)'s hips when she let go of his wrists to hold his shoulders. He got her silent message and slowly helped her up to her feet. (Y/n) wanted to get ready. She wanted to get the hospital bag out and check it and go get her shoes and be ready. She wanted to explain things to Chris and see who was looking after him and make sure he was ready to be without them for the night.

"Oh!" Her hands tightened around Eddie's biceps just when he went to pull away from her. His lips parted and her head tilted down as Eddie squeezed her hips and looked down at her.

Her water had broken.

"I just got changed," (Y/n) sighed and pressed her temple against Eddie's sternum. She felt the vibrations as he laughed and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"I guess she's finally ready to meet us."

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(Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head forward onto her arm. She could feel her fingers creating a bruising grip on the rail at the end of the bed while her left hand was deadlocked around Eddie's hand. She could feel his other hand on her lower back, running smooth circles up and down her back where the pain was radiating.

She couldn't stand up straight any more. Every time she straightened up it was like a cord snapped and she had to double over to reduce the pain.

"At least this is q-quicker than with Chris." She couldn't bring herself to lift her head up or even open her eyes so she gave a small tug on Eddie's hand.

"A few more hours and we'll have a baby girl." He murmured in response, pressing his lips to the back of her head.

It had been a two-day labour with Chris and the waiting and the agonising pain had drained them both. At least this time it seemed to be moving much quicker. (Y/n) had been frightened when the nurse said she might need a C-section, depending on whether or not the placenta moved when she went into labour.

But the scan showed it had stayed where it was and everything looked fine to have a natural birth again.

A deep groan burned at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she bent her knees forward, hunkering down until she was almost knelt down on the floor. She felt Eddie's hand move from her back to circle around her waist. He held her up against his chest and moulded his chest over her back, preventing her from going down on the floor. Or else he didn't think they would ever get her back up again.

"Things look to be moving swiftly in here." Claire, their midwife, poked her head around the door and smiled at the couple when Eddie tilted his head to look in her direction. "Shall we take a look at you?"

(Y/n) tried to nod but she gave a sharp tug on Eddie's hand and cried out when another contraction tore through her stomach. Her knees bent again and she looked like she was about to fall down to the floor if it weren't for both Eddie's arms that swooped around her.

"Okay, shhh, I got you." Eddie pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head and kept hold of her hips while he slowly pulled her up and tried to get her to move. Both her hands latched around his left arm that was over her chest and she dug her nails into his exposed arm, pulling it closer. She let Eddie guide her round the side of the bed.

His hands moved to her hips and he carefully turned her around and eased her down on the bed she had barely touched since they came in here.

The moment Eddie sat down on the chair and pulled it as close to the bed as he could, (Y/n) reached out for his hand again. She smiled faintly when Eddie brought her hand up to his lips and kissed up and down her wrist and the back of her hand. His other hand rubbed up and down her arm while he inched the chair closer until his knees bumped into the bedframe.

"Let's just check baby, shall we?" Claire leaned over and moved to press her hands to (Y/n)'s stomach. Their girl had been constantly wriggling around since labour started but last time she checked, baby had been facing the right way with their head down.

"Is she okay?" It was the only question (Y/n) kept asking. Nothing in this pregnancy had gone right from the beginning and they came close to losing their girl too many times. (Y/n) almost miscarried when she was severely dehydrated and then again when she had the placental abruption. She didn't want things to go wrong now.

"Heartbeat is good, but I'm afraid she's turned round. She's going to be breach, which makes things a bit more difficult for you."

(Y/n) slumped her chin down onto her chest as her shoulders started to shake and within seconds, tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Why was she doing this to her? Was this the baby's fault, or was it (Y/n)'s? Had she done something wrong during this whole pregnancy?

Collapsing, dehydrated, losing weight instead of putting any on. Having the placenta move and having a large haemorrhage wasn't enough, now the baby had turned round. She had been facing the right way when they arrived. When (Y/n) was first examined they said the baby's head was in the right position facing downwards.

Why had she turned around?

"Baby, hey it's okay. You can still do this." Eddie moved his free hand to the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leaned down to kiss her temple. He let her lean her head into his chest and sob into his shirt. She would still do this, it would just be more of an uphill battle.

"I think you're ready now." Claire rubbed her hand up and down (Y/n)'s ankle to try and calm her down and gain her attention.

"Let's have our girl, hm? Then our family's complete." Eddie pressed another kiss to the back of (Y/n)'s hand before he sat up straighter and leaned closer. He moved his arm closer to (Y/n) so she could pin it to her chest while her other hand held the bed rail.

"Big pushes (Y/n)."

She tucked her chin down into her chest and closed her eyes as tightly as she could. She could feel her knees shaking when she pulled them up and she tried to sit forward, but it felt like her stomach was being wrenched in half.

She pulled Eddie's hand up until she could press it higher to her chest and she bit back the urge to be sick. She hadn't eaten anything since she went into labour and she had nothing left to throw up, no matter what her stomach was trying to tell her.

"Again… and we've got the legs. Take a breather, try to relax for a moment."

(Y/n) wanted to smile. She really did, but she was too torn up to smile when she didn't have any energy left and she wasn't even finished yet.

She had waited nearly nine months for this moment to come and be over and done with. She had been sick, collapsed, passed out, carried into hospital and put on bed rest. All leading up to this so she could have their little girl and finally try and get her health back on track. (Y/n) wanted this baby out. She was ready to have their daughter in her arms and stop feeling so sick so she could get back to being a wife and mother.

She could feel Eddie's free hand move to tangle his fingers into her hair. He kept brushing it back in a methodical way that made her want to fall asleep. If only she could.

"Let's keep pushing."

"You're almost done baby," Eddie leaned over and nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s neck. He smiled against her skin and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses on her skin to try and distract her and keep her calm.

Tears traced down (Y/n)'s face and she felt like she was on fire when she heard the midwife say that the arms were out. It hurt even worse when she felt the shoulders being born. She was almost there but she felt like she was out of energy now. Her last reserves were running on empty.

"I- I can't." She shook her head against Eddie and sucked her lip between her teeth. Couldn't she stop now? Couldn't it all be over and done with now?

"Yes you can, because you're so brave."

"(Y/n), you need to push now. We don't want baby waiting too long in case they try to breathe. Big pushes." Claire's tone was gentle but her words were coaxing and stern. Being breach put the risk of the baby trying to breathe while their head wasn't quite born yet. They didn't want the baby to breathe and start to suffocate so they had to be quick.

Everything burned like it was on fire and her body started to shake like she was being electrocuted which made Eddie shake along with her.

Her stomach clenched and tightened when she finally felt that last push work and the weight shifted and pulled away from her abdomen.

"I've got you," Eddie murmured against her hair when her weight slumped back into the pillows and she breathed like she was either drowning or about to be sick. He could see her eyes were half-open but she wasn't really looking or seeing anything, she was blacking out.

His hand moved to cradle the side of her face and his thumb swiped across her cheekbone beneath her eye while he leaned over with his knees pressing into the bed. His lips attached to the side of her head and he started whispering sweet nothings against her temple to try and keep her calm and get her to focus on breathing properly.

"Is… is she okay?" (Y/n) reached a shaking hand up to cup Eddie's wrist when her vision finally started to come back into focus. Seeing Eddie hovering over her with the blinding light creating a halo around him made a fuzzy feeling spread through (Y/n)'s bones and had her lips curving up into a lopsided smile.

She felt his lips press to her forehead and he smiled into her skin before he turned and looked down at Claire.

He watched her cut the cord and swaddle their girl up in a blanket before she leaned over and carefully placed her down on (Y/n)'s chest.

Tears flushed Eddie's face and he tilted his head down to press his lips against the top of their daughter's head. She was finally here. She was in their arms. Eddie didn't have to panic about losing either of them anymore. He didn't have to dread coming home and finding (Y/n) passed out or wait for a phone call where she told him she was so sick she'd lost the baby.

He didn't have to panic about driving her to the hospital in the middle of the night and be told their daughter was gone.

And now (Y/n) could start to get better.

They both knew the little girl in their arms was worth the wait, the pain and the hassle. And Eddie knew from one look at her that she was going to do the same to him that (Y/n) did. Both his girls were going to have him wrapped around their fingers.

"She's beautiful," Eddie felt his hand begin to tremble when he grazed his fingers along the back of their daughter's head. He turned to press a kiss to (Y/n)'s temple, his lips morphed by the smile that refused to budge.

(Y/n) pressed a kiss to the corner of Eddie's jaw when he leaned over her and she felt him prize his hand out of her numb grip so he could cradle the back of her head and keep her close.

"See? You did it, mi amor."

"You hold her." (Y/n) motioned their little girl towards Eddie and nodded when he just stared down at her.

She wanted to try and sit up and gather her senses, which she couldn't do with their daughter in her arms taking all of her attention. And (Y/n) knew the placenta hadn't come away yet, she needed that to happen so she could truly calm down and get a drink and maybe try and sleep.

The team would be up here soon enough and Chris wanted to come down as soon as they had the baby. (Y/n) would need to gather her senses and liven up before they had any visitors.

Her eyes followed Eddie as he carefully slid his hands beneath the small bundle on her chest. He lifted their girl as carefully as he could and tilted her back so she was leaning on his chest instead. His lips pressed to the top of her head and he started to sway from side to side as he stood up rather than sitting back down. Eddie had a sudden wave of energy that he needed to get rid of.

"Do we have a name in mind?" Claire wrote down a few notes while she had a moment. Her eyes flickered between the couple as (Y/n) grinned and nodded up at Eddie who was a mix of crying and laughing.

"Lilah."

They had kept Chris's gender a surprise, mainly because Eddie had been away in the army and (Y/n) didn't want a baby shower or anything without Eddie home. He missed out on so much, (Y/n) didn't want to know the gender without him and have to tell him over a screen.

But this time they wanted to find out and when they did, they started going through names. They had Lilah picked out for over a month now and it was set in stone. Just looking at her cemented the name for them.

"That's lovely. Oh, this is Lindsey, she will take baby to get her cleaned and weighed and then bring her right back to you."

Claire wrote down Lilah's name on the small plastic band she had ready and handed it to another midwife who gingerly knocked and poked her head around the door.

It was clear in his eyes that Eddie didn't want to hand his daughter over to someone. He wanted to keep her right here on his chest or have her in the room with them. But he knew she needed to be cleaned and dressed and checked over before he could sit and fuss her all afternoon.

He leaned forward and carefully eased her down into the young girl's arms and watched with tightening lungs as she disappeared out the room with his daughter.

"Okay (Y/n), can you do some small pushes for the placenta please? Then we can get you sorted and more comfortable." She pulled on a new pair of gloves and sat down on the end of the bed near (Y/n)'s ankles.

Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) gently tugged on Eddie's arm, silently asking him to sit down next to her. He obliged happily, squishing onto the side of the bed and he curved his left arm around her shoulders to help her sit up and lean into his chest. His lips pressed to the back of her head and he rubbed his hand up and down her arm with a smile.

(Y/n) curled her right hand around Eddie's thigh and moved her left hand to grip the bed rail again to steady herself. She tried to smile, but she didn't have the energy to start pushing. At least the placenta was smaller and more squishy and compact. It should be easier than Lilah. (Y/n) remembered the placenta coming so quickly after she had Chris, she barely felt it.

She tried to push. She did her best, but she couldn't feel her legs anymore and her pelvis felt like it had been shattered apart.

A sudden, sharp pain like a knife to the abdomen caused (Y/n) to jolt forward and a gasp tumbled past her lips.

"Ow- ow!" Her hand let go of the rail to push deeply into the side of her stomach and she flopped her head into Eddie's chest as she started to take sharp breaths.

Her hand scratched into Eddie's thigh like she was trying to tear through to the muscle but Eddie barely felt it. His eyes were focused on looking between (Y/n)'s thighs.

She was bleeding.

His left arm moved down to curl tighter around her waist and his right hand moved to cup the side of (Y/n)'s face. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and leaned her into him when she started to cry. She was haemorrhaging and the placenta hadn't even come away yet.

"Alright baby, shh. Deep, slow breaths with me, look?" He spoke against her temple and tried to shift his focus so he was taking deep breaths. She needed to slow down and breathe deeply so she took in more oxygen and stayed calm.

But his gaze shifted back down to the bed when (Y/n) cried out. He felt her face smother into his chest and her body curled over with her knees jabbing up into her chest. Another pitiful cry left her lips along with something that resembled a weak scream and Eddie watched in horror as the haemorrhage started to get worse.

It looked like a tap had turned on. The bedsheets were turning crimson and (Y/n)'s body was shaking as she clung to Eddie like he could somehow make a difference or take her pain away.

"I've got you. Shh, here we go."

Eddie shuffled back off the bed and chucked the pillow down on the floor so he could slowly lay (Y/n) down on her back. He noticed Claire page for a doctor before she got up and moved to the medicine drawer.

He let (Y/n) deadlock both hands around his left arm and he smothered his lips against her flushed temple while his other hand moved to her stomach. He started to push down and rub circles along her stomach.

"Hurts,"

"Not for long baby, the doctor's coming now."

"Just a small injection to clot your blood (Y/n), stay still honey." Claire lifted (Y/n)'s hospital gown and pressed around her lower abdomen to find the right spot for the medication. She injected it quickly while Eddie leaned down over (Y/n) so she couldn't move or jolt from the pain.

"D-don't leave me." (Y/n) turned her head to the side and pressed her face into Eddie's arm.

"I'm not going anywhere, mi amor. I'm staying right here with my girl, hm?"

She felt his hand move from her stomach to cradle the back of her head and it was soothing to have his lips against her temple. His fingers carded through her hair but she could feel herself beginning to tremble back and forth and her hands tightened on Eddie's arm. She tried to move his hand to her stomach where the pain was but she couldn't find the energy or the will to move.

Claire's voice sounded like it was turning to mush or as if (Y/n) had her head held underwater and everything was clogged and distant and so far away. She couldn't hear Claire asking if she wanted some morphine for the pain. She could barely hear Eddie answer for her.

"She's in agony, give her the morphine." She needed something, anything for the pain.

Claire briefed the doctor on the situation when the elder woman entered the room and took a scan of the notes. She looked over (Y/n)'s heart rate monitor and quickly assessed her vitals, but everyone froze when the monitor started to beep.

Her pulse was dropping.

"(Y/n)? Can you hear me?" The doctor leaned over her and lifted her pupil to flash a light across her eye, but she didn't gain much of a reaction. Her gaze momentairely cast across to Eddie before she looked back down at (Y/n). "Claire, a dose of adrenaline please."

Eddie watched with rabid eyes as the doctor held (Y/n)'s left arm straight and injected a dose of adrenaline into the crease of her elbow. If her heartbeat dropped any lower she would go into cardiac arrest. They all focused on the monitor while Eddie let the uneven beeping and the drastic volume flood one ear and drift straight out the other.

His eyes focused on (Y/n) and his hand started to smooth through her hair while his other hand reached down and grabbed her hand. He locked his fingers tightly around hers and waited.

It felt like a miracle when her fingers weakly squeezed his hand and the monitor started to pick up again. But her heartbeat was still ten beats less than what it had been before.

"Eddie…"

"I'm still here, baby, it's okay." He kissed her temple and brushed her hair away from her face, trying to smile when she leaned into the touch.

"Alright, put her on oxygen and monitor her for ten minutes. If the placenta doesn't come away, give medication to initiate contractions. Let's sit her back up and keep her lucid."

Eddie hooked an arm around (Y/n)'s back and pulled her carefully into his chest while the doctor placed the pillow back behind her. And she elevated the bed so when Eddie leaned (Y/n) back down, she was sitting up instead of lying down.

He could tell she didn't like the oxygen tube Claire secured around her ears and beneath her nose, but it was for her own good. It would help her heartbeat pick up and keep her awake.

He let himself slump down on the side of the bed and pulled (Y/n)'s hand to rest over his thigh. His hand moved up and down her arm and every now and then he leaned over to kiss her temple. The doctor kept an eye on her levels and they all teetered around on egg shells, waiting to see if the placenta would come away yet.

All of a sudden, (Y/n) tugged on Eddie's hand and moved it towards her stomach. She pulled her knees up and groaned, slumping her head forward until her temple bashed into Eddie's shoulder and her chest fell onto his.

"Try and push, (Y/n), just little pushes, placenta's coming now."

(Y/n) tried, but it didn't feel like she had any control over her body. Her stomach was tensing and squeezing of its own accord, she didn't really have to push or do anything at all. Her head turned to the side and she tucked her face into Eddie's neck, whimpering and letting her tears soak into his skin. Her right hand stayed deadlocked in his and she moved her left arm to slump onto his back to hold him tight.

"Good girl, you're doing so well." He whispered against her hair, cupping the back of her neck with his fingers tangling in her hair.

He felt (Y/n) start to shake back and forth against him but he couldn't have felt more relieved when Claire finally delivered the placenta.

That was it. They could let (Y/n) relax now. They could clean her up and get her on some more pain relief and let her sleep. She could start to recover and feel better now, Eddie could stop worrying now.

"I'm giving her another dose of adrenaline, to keep her heart leveling out in case she has another bleed."

Eddie didn't like the sound of that, but he nodded all the same as the doctor gave (Y/n) another quick injection in her elbow. He understood. She didn't want (Y/n)'s heart to start to drop now that her body was finished pushing and she was at risk of another haemorrhage which would disrrupt her heart.

"Doctor… it's not all here."

"What?" Eddie whipped his head to the right and looked at the pair of them, fury burning in his eyes. He looked over Claire who had a metal dish in her hands, he blood-soaked gloves clinging tight to the dish.

"Part of the placenta has broken off, it's retained." She had examined the placenta as they always did to make sure it was in tact. This one wasn't. Part of it had broken and it wasn't here or on the bed, which meant it was still somewhere in the womb. They needed to get it delivered soon before (Y/n) had another bleed or gained an infection.

"Get it out-"

"Mr Diaz, we will. I don't want to push (Y/n)'s body too far, let's give her something to induce contractions, see if we can't get it out naturally."

A small whimper bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips when Eddie leaned her backwards and carefully laid her back against the pillow. He let her keep hold of his hand and he ran his other fingers up and down her arm while the doctor leaned over her other side.

"Just another quick injection (Y/n)."

Eddie felt the shudder that passed through (Y/n)'s body and the way she cried when the needle punctured into her sensitive, sore stomach. And he knew she didn't like or understand why she now felt her stomach clenching and tightening again.

She'd had the baby. She had the placenta. Why was it still hurting?

Her arms- and Eddie's hand she wouldn't let go of- cocooned around her middle and she brought her knees up to her stomach as she began to cry. Tears drenched her already sodden face and gasps bubbled past her lips as her stomach clenched, squeezed and then relaxed every few seconds.

"Hurts!"

"I know baby, I know." Leaning down, Eddie attached his lips to the side of (Y/n)'s head and cradled the side of her neck. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't make the pain go away or make it stop or get her body to be rid of that last piece of the puzzle that would end (Y/n)'s torment. She had been through enough, but Eddie couldn't make it stop.

He felt the way (Y/n) started to wheeze in between gasps and her body was shaking worse. It felt like each contraction she had lasted longer and started to tear her muscles apart instead of just tightening and relaxing them. The rhythm was uneven and unpredictable and it was agony.

"Eddie…"

When the minutes started to tick by, Eddie pressed a lasting kiss to the side of (Y/n)'s head before he looked down at Claire. She shook her head. It hadn't come away.

"You can't leave her like this- she's in fucking agony. Do something!" The dangerous tone to Eddie's voice said it all. If they didn't do something, he would.

"Claire, go book theatre. This isn't working and we can't risk another mass haemorrhage. A surgeon can remove the last piece, and make sure there's no internal bleeding." They didn't have a choice. (Y/n)'s body wasn't doing this on its own anymore and there was no other medication they could give to make the placenta come away. More medication could send (Y/n) into a cardiac arrest.

They needed to remove the placenta before (Y/n) got an infection or another bleed or she passed away. This was their last resort.

"Alright baby, it's all gonna be over now. You just hang in there for me, okay? Don't leave me."

***

"So, how is she? You said on the phone it went a bit haywire." Evan planted his hand down on Eddie's shoulder and gave him a little nudge as they walked down the corridor. Chris speeding in front of them out of earshot, even though he didn't know which room was (Y/n)'s.

Eddie glanced between him and Bobby, the first two who were down here at the hospital to visit (Y/n). Hen, Chimney and Maddie said they would stop by later and Eddie's parents would be in town by tonight to see their granddaughter.

"Better than expected. After Lilah came out breach, she had a mass haemorrhage, an op to remove the placenta and two blood transfusions and seven stitches in her abdomen. And she can't remember most of it."

Eddie scratched his hand along the back of his neck and tried to take a deep breath. He didn't mean to go off on one, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't see why things had gone so wrong, or why everything had to happen to them.

He had resorted to praying with Lilah in his arms while (Y/n) had been in surgery because a large part of Eddie didn't believe (Y/n) would come out alive. The state she had been in when she left him made him fear for the future. He couldn't bring up Chris and a newborn alone, he couldn't do it without (Y/n).

"At least she's on the mend." Bobby tried to smile and they all watched Chris spot (Y/n)'s name on the door and rush to open it.

"And it's over now. She's worth it, right? Lilah?" Evan's question was rhetorical, he wasn't expecting an answer with the way he stormed ahead after Chris to go and see (Y/n) and the new addition.

But his words made Eddie stop in his tracks and stare ahead of him at the corridor that seemed to stretch on and on in front of him.

Worth it?

Was Eddie selfish? Was he a horrid person- the world's most cruel dad for thinking that it would be easier to lose the baby than to lose (Y/n)?

Of course she was worth it. That was all (Y/n) and Eddie had been thinking all these months when (Y/n) could barely get herself out of bed or stand up straight or was crippled over in pain. It would be worth it because they would have a boy and a girl. They would have a baby girl to cherish and gush over, they would have another addition to their family.

And they had always talked about having lots of kids. After Chris's diagnosis, they decided to wait. See how Chris did, focus on him and make sure he was okay first, then talk about more kids.

But Eddie didn't want more, not now. Not after what he'd just witnessed. If more kids came with the cost of possibly losing (Y/n), then Eddie wouldn't pay that price.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie pushed ahead and followed Bobby into the room.

"Mummy!"

"Hi baby, oh I missed you!" (Y/n) bound her arms around Chris and let him scramble onto the bed and sit beside her. She smothered her lips against his temple as he leaned on her thigh.

She was sat cross-legged in the bed, wearing Eddie's lounge wear shorts and one of his hoodies. She knew she didn't look her best, but she wanted to feel comfortable and Eddie's clothes were loose and baggy on her, just what she needed right now. The hoodie stopped her scratching the IV which was hidden beneath the cuff that Eddie kept pulling over her hand to hide the temptation of scratching the needle loose.

It also hung around her hips so it didn't touch her abdomen or irritate the stitches she had beneath her belly button where they had to operate.

Her eyes drifted around the room, watching Evan give her a signature smile before he moved to the small cot holding Lilah in the corner of the room. She grinned tiredly at Bobby who leaned over to give her a small hug before he sat down near Evan.

And when her eyes landed on Eddie, she kept one arm around Chris and reached her other hand out for her husband.

He took her hand, pressed a gentle kiss to her wrist, then sat down on the bed so he was facing her. His free hand moved to squeeze her exposed thigh and he feathered his fingertips up and down her leg as he smiled softly at her.

This outcome might be worth the risks, but Eddie was certain of one thing.

They weren't taking this risk ever again.

[zaceouiswriting]

Easy corruption of the straight, human torch

Character: Johnny Storm x male reader, mentioned Dr. Richard Reed

Universe: Fantastic four/Marvel

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of fluff

Authors note: Here I am again, with another part of a request. Please forgive me @innerpiratefun , but I had to break your request into three pieces. It just didn't feel right to only write your request (Which will be the third/last part of this mini-series), but I had to give it some more context and a little bit of story. Of course, with a lot of smut. But here is the first part. Hopefully, you and everyone else will enjoy it! PS. This is Chris Evans as Johnny Storm.

A while after the Fantastic Four awakened their powers, another experiment with government intervention failed. As the lead scientist, Dr. Reed was devastated because one of the test subjects was a promising young man in his early twenties.

After the machine exploded, everyone assumed you were dead, but you weren’t. In contrast, the experiment was actually more than a success. After Susan's death, they needed someone like her to keep Johnny in check and ensure the team always had someone to protect everyone.

However, the experiment was more successful than anyone thought possible. Despite gaining the ability to become invisible and making force fields, you also got telekinesis and something that nobody liked.

„Dr.Reed, I had no idea your thoughts about me are so… dirty.“ Your voice echoed in the doctor's head. Confused and fearful, his head turned in all directions, but he couldn't see the origin of your voice. His hot tears still rolled down his face.

Even with his arms reaching out and touching everything in the room, he couldn't find you. But your voice was so close that it made him furious. Maybe your loss made him finally go insane. Suddenly, he felt something touching him. Pulling his hands back, he tried to find the source of the touching but couldn’t find it anywhere either.

„Aehmmm… Dr. Reed?“ Your voice sounded desperate. Voice quickly got his attention. „There is a small problem.“ Stating that, he looked around again. Glancing through the now windowless windows to the room the experiment had been going on, he saw that the roof was completely gone, and high up in the air, there were you. „Could you get me down? I have no idea how to control this.“

Laughing. You suddenly could hear laughing? Looking down, just at the corner of your sight, there was Dr. Reed, belly laughing about your predicament.

All the while, you began to float away, far into the sky, panicking, trying to somehow make sense of your strange new abilities.

Even minutes later, there was no try from anyone to get you back down to the floor. The doctor forced to experiment on you and with whom you had a strange relationship did nothing.

Believing that your fate was already sealed, you just let it be, spreading your body out to maybe fall onto someone when your body is frozen, like a meaty star.

You hadn't heard or felt warmth coming close to you. „Hey there, you need help?“ A slightly arrogant voice asked with a chuckle. Looking over, you saw Dr. Reed’s friend. 

Shaking your head, you looked back up to the sky you were getting close to. „Not really, I like the sight, and it's rather...comfortable. Who can say that they died flying to the stars?“

You swore that you could hear his eyeballs roll back. „God, just like my sister, maybe I just should let you die.“ He mumbled done with your attitude.

Showing your hand to him as a symbol for him to just shut up, his warmth suddenly vanished. Confused if that idiot was really going to let you die there, your head jerked in his direction only to see him fall instead of flying. Around him, a force field. 

Even more panicking than before, you stretched your hand out again, thinking that this would solve the problem but no. He was still falling, his flames still gone, and the floor came awfully close to him.

With your head everywhere, but solving this problem, you suddenly felt a relatively strong flow of air underneath you. Just wanting to look around, you could move out of nowhere. Not statically flying up to the stars anymore, barely able to move at all. Seeing that you were falling not, but the torch flying back up, away from me, your body just gave up. As blackness surrounded you, all you could do at that point was accept your coming death.

Just sad to know that the government would take another person and subject them to the same destructive process you had to go through. But that wasn’t your problem anymore.

„God, Johnny, look out for your fucking flank! What are you doing?“

„Trusting in you, handsome!“ He called back, smug as he was.

Rolling your eyes, you telepathically told him that you will, punish him later for his stupidity. All I got back was a fantasy of him being tied to a cross and flogged, only to have a cold touch on his red, warm, and bruised skin that hurt even more than the whipping. But it felt so good for him.

Blushing at his obscenely dirty thoughts, amid a mighty struggle, you realized you were too soft on him. On the fly, you decided to teach him a lesson. As a plasma blast hit his side as he became careless again, he was thrown straight in your direction. His powers were down because of the immense pain.

Catching him with ease, you cradled him softly in your arms. „What the fuck, man!“ He brought out through gritted teeth. Anger and hurt are audible in his hissing voice. „See it as foreplay, Johnny. Because if I get my hands on you later, I will break the rest of your little, dirty soul. Fucking little pig.“ You whispered the last part in his ear. As always, your hot breath sent cold sweats down his back as he remembered the first time you completely ravaged his hole.

You and Richard split just months after the older doctor accepted your advances. Finally, realizing that you two could not get intimate as he needed it, considering neither of you would put your ass on the line.

Johnny has been flirting with you since you became part of the team, touching you, even giving you little kisses on the neck, or licking your ear. It didn't change when you and Richard became a couple. In contrast, things got worse. Openly grabbing your ass or crotch, but mostly your ass.

That day though, he even put his hand in your pants because he had hurt about you and Richard breaking up, thinking he could get you finally inside his bed. Because you never pushed him away, he thought you would like it. How could you? Johnny was one of the two most attractive men you have ever seen. But when his pointy finger touched your hole, you punched him square in his face.

Tumbling steps back, he suddenly couldn’t feel the floor underneath his feet anymore. He also wasn’t able to move any part of his body. „You are seriously a fucking pig. It is finally time to show you that I won’t take this shit anymore!“

Walking outside the kitchen we were in, with him floating in front of me, your presence was to be felt all over his body. Making him hard in a second made him moan like a little slut, but it didn't get interesting until much of your power concentrated on his butt to prime him. Suddenly his slightly deeper voice became high-pitched.

„What are you- Nghhh…A-Ahhh- are you doing?“

„You will see soon enough, easy slut.“ He tried harder to free himself from my invisible grip on him. But nothing worked, he was already too far gone to use his own powers, which might have given him a chance against you, but now he was just that, what he, in reality, was, butter in your hands.

Put him in his room, locked the door, and even put up a force barrier so no one could open it. You threw him onto his bed and held him in place with your powers, only to get whatever you could find to tie him to his bed.

Bound to the posts of his bed, he almost immediately tried to burn it away again. Just for nothing to happen. A devilish grin spread across your face as he realized with shock that he was at your mercy. His face had fallen into disbelief, making you even harder under your tight pants. „Hey dude, I’m sorry, okay? You are just so hot, and I thought playing with you would be nice.“

„Oh, it was nice, but now it is my time to play with you.“ You lasciviously lick your lips seductively with your tongue, your hands slowly wandering over Johnny's clothed body. „God, your body is a dream.“ Punching his rock-hard abs and chest, he let out a couple of suppressed moans, obviously meant for you, but was not willing to reveal them just yet to you.

It only got worse as your fingers completely ignored his raging boner, just gently stroking it. Only to quickly travel down to his throbbing hole that begged to be touched, slightly open, smiling at you. So you obliged. Circle his soft pink hole with your left hand, gently inserting your pinky, only to be surprised that it sinks already in easily. Your sickly grin widened even more when you remembered that you had already opened it slightly on your way to his play bed.

Looking up at Jonny, pure panic could be read on his face, scrunched together in ecstasy. „Apparently, I have to show your place, you little whore, do I?“

„Please!“ His plead was spoken without a breath, so quietly that you could’ve easily missed it if you weren’t so focused on his lips.

Your sadistic smile faltered into one full of sympathy. Leaning over him, your face was barely over this. The fact that you were a bit taller than this demigod of man certainly made it easier.

What little air he could manage to take in was gone when you caught his lips with yours. Both of you stared at the other as it happened. You, because at that moment Johnny was just a toy to get your frustration out, and he because he was surprised. But he closed his eyes rather quickly, realizing what was happening.

This man you saw regularly fucking women, a real womanizer, was beneath you, trembling under your gentle touch and begging you never to stop. And yet, you could only see his flesh, the lust he could provide you.

You still hovered over him after that first chaste kiss, after you separated from him. Lips dangerously close to his, but never touching. All the while, your fingers danced around his hole.

But as your thumb finally found its way into him, a gasp sounded from his lips. His hands grabbed the cloth you'd used to tie him to the bed. His body went rigid. Eyes bulging, disbelief in them, tears pooling in their corners.

„God, you are so tight around my thumb. Are you a virgin, Jonnyboy?“ Not a single word left his mouth. It just stood open in shock. But the little sounds he made were everything you needed to know. He could see you smirking, he dissolving at your touch. Trying to stay strong, he closed his mouth, sternly glancing back into your eyes.

Your smoky quickly became that of a predator, now with a goal in its head. Carefully you pulled your thumb out of him. Feeling him try to move back on it made you grin even wider. He only had a small taste and already couldn’t get enough. A straight womanizer like him had to think about taking it up the ass a lot. Otherwise, he would never have given up that quickly.

Or maybe, he is just finding out about this side of himself and can’t make sense of it, losing himself as it was happening.

For a long moment, you did not touch him at all, only hovering a bit closer over his body. Your eyes warningly glared at him, not wanting him to move. Even without saying a word or using your powers, he knew what you wanted, and he did it out of fear of what would happen if he didn't.

Soon enough, happy with his submission, your hand, which was not holding you over him, wandered up and down his body, massaging his chest again, pinching his nipple, which got a welcoming yelp out of him, which you noted you needed to hear much more often.

Everything changed, however, when the same hand ran down his leg, gently stroking the inner part, approaching his balls only to ignore them and soon after reaching his hole. He got restless, tried to move, and even had the audacity to kiss you.

Angry that he broke his goody boy attitude this quickly, your hand was around his neck in a heartbeat. „What was that?“ You asked in a low tone. Even quieter than your voice usually was. One of the main things men typically fall onto their knees for you is your deep voice. Despite your muscular body, this is much more important. Your piercing eyes, judging, made the rest. But as soon as those same people, willing to serve you, open your pants, they try to get out of it.

Johnny was no different. With ease, you ripped away one of the pieces of cloth binding him to the bed, took his hand, and bought it down to your pants. Opening it, you pushed his hand underneath your underwear. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

„As a punishment, you fucking impatient, little whore, I will only use spit on you. We will see how long your cocky attitude holds with that.“

Terror the only thing visible on his face. But Johnny couldn't do anything. His brain, which was only working half the time anyway, had shorted out. Before he could wrap his head around things, his other arm was free too, but his face was pressed into his pillow, with his back to you.

With one hand on the back of his head, you held his head even though you theoretically didn't need your hand, but it felt more natural that way. You liked to feel his worry as he tried to free it.

Your own head was already on his ass, with his pants completely ripped off his body with your powers. Now everything was open to you, especially his perfect peach ass. You just had to, so you bit into it. Another yelp could be heard, muffled through the pillow. Even more exotic and foremost erotic than the last, quickly forcing you to bite into it again and again. Only when dozens of bite marks could be seen on his ass, now reddish from your treatment, did you stop. Licking his ass from side to side, your middle finger found its way right into his hole without much need of searching rather than accidentally hitting the point. With a loud moan, embarrassed in nature, he came.

Since you never touched his cock, and neither could he, he just came from your finger when you hit his prostate. It made you grin even wider. „Let's see how many times I can make you little slut cum before I completely destroy your little hole. How does that sound?“

Nothing more than a tormented groan could be heard. It was quickly followed by a long moan as your tongue touched the pink hole for the first time. Every resolve he had vanished into thin air. In particular, when you used your fingers to open it wide enough to really dig deep in with your tongue.

Under normal circumstances, you never would’ve done this with a straight guy for a big reason. Johnny does not have these problems though he literally burns everything away. Therefore he is always clean.

You found yourself enjoying it much more than you had initially thought. I've always liked licking a nice hole, but this was different. It tasted delicious. You had to take a deep breath away from his hole for a second, but you needed more with both hands now on his peachy ass. But you needed more of that, so you went all the way in with your tongue and fingers to open his ass up for you. Face deep between his lovely cheeks, massaging them and even slapping them every now and then if you're not wiggling them when you need to take a breather.

Johnny was on cloud nine the entire time. He came three more times, his cock never getting touched.

Pulling him a little up, you finally took your cock out of your tight underwear. It was heavy, big, and long in your hand. You've always been big down there, but it's only gotten bigger since the experiment, especially in girth and length.

The moment I slapped it on his peachy ass, Johnny suddenly began to tremble but dared a glance back. Fear was written over his handsome face. Even though he was a few years older than you, he looked so mature with his brown stubble, but deep down; he was more immature than anyone you've ever met.

To See him really scared for the first time since you knew him made your cock throb on his ass curve. „Okay, okay, that is-that is enough now, we can tal-“ He came up slightly to say this. But it was already too late for him. 

Aggressively you pushed his head back into the pillows, holding it there. Slowly you bend over his body, your own muscular body, which is already taut thanks to the training you're receiving. Feeling his muscular back on your abs was heaven for you, but to feel the sweat that had accumulated all over his body, making it easy to rub yourself on it, almost made you fuck his ass cheeks and not his hole. Maybe another time in which you aren’t this pent up.

Lie on his back and position your head next to his. Your mouth gently nibbles his ear as your tongue explores new zones of pleasure. Especially his earlobe was extremely sensitive, making him moan and groan in response, as well as moving a lot. Feeling his ass cheeks pulling your cock inside almost drove you mad with lust. „I knew you wanted that, you little bitch. I will breed you so well. Maybe I will even impregnate you.“ Chuckling over your own joke, you put a hand over his stomach. „Pumping you full with my fucking cum.“

As you were still talking, you could feel his hole opening as his body relaxed. Realizing that he was already entirely gone by this point: you slowly slide your cock deeper inside him. Your massive cock head slid in easily. But you stopped anyway to make sure Johnny wasn't in pain.

But the good little boy made no sound except moans of joy, a lost, happy smile on his blank face. His eyes had not a glimmer of intelligence anymore.

A proud expression crosses your face as you realize you're good enough to empty this handsome man's pretty little head.

You seized the moment of his stupidity, and to put all of your massive cock inside him, enough spit had entered his hole by eating it out to sink in with ease. There was nothing more but an exaggerated moan. But the heat and tightness of his wonderful hole took you by surprise. You came almost on the spot after just getting into his hole. For a second, you felt like a pathetic rookie. But thanks to this, your orgasm did not happen. Your mind was too preoccupied. After taking a few deep breaths, you sat in his hole with your big cock for some time. Contemplating when to move.

Your hands wandered, no, slide your hands heavily down his back. Your rough hands could feel every muscle, bone, and heartbeat, deeply massaging his back. Johnny was nothing but a fleshlight for you.

The moment your cock head had pushed past his prostate, another orgasm went over Johnny’s body, letting his ass squeeze your big cock so nicely. „God, you are sucking me in…Aghhh, fucking whore.“ For the first time, you slapped him. Finalizing the light in which you saw him. The moan that had ripped from his lips, as your skin hurt his, was more than music in your ears.

Agonizingly, you didn't move even though you and your body wanted nothing more than to ravage this cocky little cock whore.

But you managed to keep yourself from hurting him with sudden, brutal movements. Instead, you breathing heavily, put your hand around the front of his neck, gripping it hard enough to stop his airflow.

Finally, a reaction came from him, but only weakly. His hands tried halfheartedly to pry mine from his neck, but his intention was more than clear. He liked it, no, the fucking whore loved it even.

You pulled him up until his head was lightly on your shoulder. His back arched almost unnaturally. Taking your hand from his neck, he took hasty breaths before passing out. But your entire arm replaced your hand. „Hmm, do you like my muscles, whore?“ You asked him, whispering in his red ear, the same that you had nibbled on a while ago. „Does it feel good to submit to a real man? I bet it does!“

After much whining from him, you finally moved, just for Johnny to cum again. At this point, nothing came out; he was empty, not only his head but also his balls, thanks to you emptying him fully. Even his tensing up muscles and therefore moving intestines had much of an effect on you anymore. Everything was just so low at this point. His body is obviously at the end of its energy. 

„We are not finished here, my little whore. I still have to completely fill you up with my cum, remember?“ I asked him as I softly spoke to him, never stopping my already brutal pace inside him.

„Bu-But-But I can-can’t any… more- Ahhhhh!“ He suddenly screamed after I put my hand on his stomach, piston fucking into him like some ice-cold machine. Feeling your cock thrusting against your hand through his stomach was too much for you at that moment as you came like a fountain deep inside Johnny.

Let him fall into the warm, cozy bed. Even though you just came, the lust was still immense. But you wanted him to feel safe and secure, going so far as to stroke his aching back, caress his cheek, and even give him a few meaningless kisses all over his back.

Only when you could feel him relaxing too much, to brutally start to fuck him again. „You really thought I would let you go that easy, huh? How cute. Now I will show you how bold slut’s like you should get treated!“

It took you hours to fully empty your heavy balls, which hadn’t seen sex in months to deplete. Every single drop in Johnny, or most of it. At that time, a lot already covered his bed after you'd fucked him hard enough to squeeze most of it out again.

After cumming about six times, you fell onto Jonny’s back. Heavily breathing and sweating profusely. Somehow he was still awake, even though barely. „Can I sleep now, sir?“ He asked out of his mind.

Shocked about him calling you something so formal, it quickly dawned on you. He, in fact, was a submissive shithead and finally wanted to be put in his place, something no man had ever done or been able to do before.

Without him having to say anything or you having to ask a single question, you knew he would be yours for as long as you desire, a sex toy. You gently pulled your slowly limp-going cock out of him and rolled to the side. Immediately open up your sweaty arms. Johnny, first reluctantly, found his way into them. But as soon as he felt your warmth and could breathe in your musky scent, he was a goner, dumbly smiling into your chest as he almost fell asleep. 

Once again, he looked up at you, out of tired eyes, still awaiting your answer, further cementing his wish for you to be whatever he needed. „Go to sleep, baby boy. I can’t have you exhausted when I want to use your sweet hole tomorrow again, now can I?“ He blushed ferociously at his new nickname. Maybe you'll use a different one in the future, but for now, Johnny would get this one, showing what he was to you, a good boy.

All the while, none of you had noticed the elongated eyes watching your every move with excitement, taking advantage of your pornographic use of Johnny's body to satisfy his own desires.

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