#chris replies

[its-in-the-woods]

Question about any/all Cooper x Lucy fics you’ve written (I will leave it up to you which ones you feel like answering for 🥰): What’s a small bit characterization or detail you worked into your fics that you’re super proud of but are fairly certain no one else noticed?

This is such a great question. I really had to sit and think on this one for a minute..

For Lucy, I wanted to make sure she was never seen as a little girl, she isn't helpless. I wanted to make sure that she came off as capable. I wanted to make it clear she didn't need rescuing, that even if cooper wasn't there she would have made it. As well making sure Lucy was more than just Cooper's girlfriend.

Going to Cooper, he always listens, he always takes what Lucy says seriously. He wants to be there for her but as a partner, as a teammate. They work together, they grow together. Despite who he is he is still open and vulnerable with Lucy.

They both become more of their genuine selves with the other. The two sides of one coin, they need the other.

I think any time I put cooper/lucy or lucy/ghoul together I want to make sure their lives parallel each other. It is such a big part of the show and of who they are. Their lives may be separated by years and experiences, but they always end up mirroring each other.

This was a bit long but hopefully that makes sense

[lamb-anarchy]

don't encourage them, redfield....

[tomorobo-illust]

You understand guzma more than anyone

What a compliment!! Thank you! I love this man so much <3

ANYWAY Have this thing I've been wanting to draw! UB03 Fusion AU Guzma, just out of the hospital and gets a less than pleasant visit from a familiar face XD

Ever since I made Caesar (Chris Fleming) from "Big Top Burger" my headcanon voice for Guzma's English voice, I had a few people suggest I draw Kukui in place of Steve, so here you are! [ See the first inspo comic here: tomorobo-illust.tumblr.com/post/700817669475172352/see-hi-res-version ]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

Ignoring the haters who would win in said fighting match for Ethan 🤔

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hello,Can you write Steve Rogers smut with the age gap? Please

hi baby, I thought I’d do something a bit different and instead of an older steve… we’re gonna have younger steve with older reader🫣 this was only supposed to be short… don’t know what happened.

summary - steve knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way towards his neighbour, especially since you’re married.

warning - smut, cheating, age gap, swearing, slut is used, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips.

Steve knew this was wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling this type of way towards you. Especially with you being married, you and your husband lived right next door to him. It was wrong of him to lust after you, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you’d smile so prettily at him when you’d leave your house or accidentally leaving some skin exposed when you wore that silk robe of yours.

Steve couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times he’d tug on his throbbing cock to you. The way your plump breasts would jiggle with each movement or how your arse would bounce and your hips would sway were stuck in his mind, causing him to constantly be hard.

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he stopped for a split second. Stretching his back slightly as the lawnmower rumbles in front of him.

“Hiya Stevie!” Steve’s head whips around so fast at the sound of your voice, almost stumbling on his feet. You chuckle, waving and he gulps, taking in the tight but flowing sundress that you’re wearing, Steve’s mind imagines how you’d feel against him while wearing it, bending you over the railing and lifting your dress so he can watch himself slide deep inside of you.

Steve clears his throat, lifting his hand in a wave. “Hello, Mrs. Drysdale.” He nods before beginning to move, mowing the lawn.

“You look like you need a drink. Why don’t you come on up? I just made some lemonade. Wouldn’t want you to overheat yourself.” Steve stops again, looking over as you talk. His eyes drift down as you tilt your head and lean against the railing, your breasts pushing up causing his cock to twitch.

“I—I wouldn’t want to be a bother, ma’am and I don’t think your husband would appreciate that.” He practically snarls as he mentions your husband. The man was the biggest arse he had ever encountered and didn’t seem to treat you like the goddess you were. It made him wonder why you even married a man like that.

You wave your hand, dismissing his words. “Don’t worry bout him, Sugar. He’s left me all alone for the week.” Steve’s dick swells as you pout, big, wide eyes staring down at him. “I’ll be inside if ya wanna take up my offer.” He watches you spin and disappear into the house.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He fights with himself, “Do not go in there.” He mutters, continuing with the mowing before he suddenly slams his hand down and turns the machine off. “Fuck it. It’s just for a drink. Nothing else, Steve. Don’t think so much into it.” He growls to himself as he stalks across his lawn and up your stairs, awkwardly opening the front door and walking in. “Mrs. Drysdale?” He calls out.

“In here, Sugar!” The moment Steve rounds the corner, he chokes, hands immediately shooting to the front of his jeans. You are bent over, checking something in the oven, your fat arse sticking up, the dress hugging against it making Steve swear he can see the outline of everything underneath. You stand and Steve quickly moves to stand behind the counter, hiding the giant boner that’s straining against the zipper, begging to be let out.

“Sorry, was just checking on the pie. You like apple?” Did he die and go to heaven? Fuck, you were a dream come true. You tilt your head, leaning against the counter, Steve’s eyes immediately fall to your exposed cleavage and you smirk softly. “You all there, Sweetness? The heat didn’t get to ya already, did it?”

Steve shakes his head, clearing his throat and looking back up. “I’m alright, ma’am. I’m not intruding am I?”

The laugh you let out echoes throughout his ears, causing his heart to swell. “Don’t be silly, I invited you in.” You grab the lemonade and two glasses, filling them. “Come sit.” You slide the drink over to him before walking over to the couch, your hips swaying with each step and Steve gulps, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get over there without you noticing his problem.

You turn, taking a sip of your drink before patting the spot beside you. He turns and grabs his drink, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he wills his cock to soften. Steve walks over and takes the seat next to you, eyes immediately stopping on your legs before slowly drifting up your body. You give him a sweet smile when your eyes lock, his cheeks turning a slight pink at being caught.

“It’s okay to look, Steve. Nothing wrong with looking.” Steve’s gaze falls to your mouth as your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your eyes move down his body. “Do you ever think of doing more than looking, Steve?”

His eyes snap up, widening at your question and he quickly shakes his head. “N—no, ma’am. W—wouldn’t dream of it.”

You hum, leaning forward to place your drink down onto the coffee table before resting your hand on his thigh. “Are you sure? Lying isn’t an attractive quality to have, Sugar.”

Steve squirms under your touch, gulping as you lean closer to his, giving him a perfect view down your dress. “M—ma’am…”

“Call me Y/N, Steve.” You tilt your head and smile, batting your lashes. “Unless you have some other name you wanna call me.”

“Y/n…” He tests your name on his tongue, his cock twitching with how perfectly it rolls off. Your thighs squeeze together, your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips. “This isn’t right, what about Mr. Drysdale?”

Steve’s gaze darts between your eyes, lips and plump breasts that threaten to spill from your dress. He whimpers when you cup his chin, directing his gaze back up.

“My husband doesn’t have to know.” You move closer, practically climbing into his lap. “Plus, I don’t think he’ll notice, he’s too busy with his own plaything nowadays to remember he has a wife at home.” Steve’s gaze falls to your lips, hardening even more as they form a pout.

His brows furrow, hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you fully onto his lap. “His own plaything? He’s cheating on you?”

You hum, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your cunt brushes against his bulge. “Uh huh, Ransom was never the most loyal.” You lick your lips, batting your lashes as your eyes connect with Steve’s. You cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as your gaze moves to his pretty pink lips. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a younger man. Younger seems to be the thing when it comes to affairs, don’t cha think?”

His hold on you tightens, digging his fingertips harder into your hips. “He’s stupid to cheat on a woman like you.” His tongue darts out, eyes moving to stare at your lips. “And it would be stupid of me to decline a ladies wish.”

Your hips move gently, rubbing against the hardened bulge in his pants. You hover over his lips, soft whimpers slipping from your lips. “Fuck me please, Steve.” Your hand slides down, resting against his neck. “I’ve seen how you look at me, notice how hard you get when I wear certain things. Been wanting you for so long, yet you’ve never taken the hint.”

Steve groans, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards him, devouring your lips into a rough, heat filled kiss. His other hand tightens, helping you move against him, feeling you soak his jeans as you hump him like a desperate slut.

“F—fuck, okay! Uh…” Steve tries to think for a minute but it becomes harder the more you move against him, your lips now attached to his neck, making his brain go all fuzzy. “W—what about the pie?!” He suddenly remembers the food in the oven, only because he thought back to when he walked in and found you bent over. “D—don’t want to have to stop cause the house is burning down.”

You kiss up, moving to his ear and nibbling on the lobe. “Don’t worry bout it, last I checked it had thirty more minutes to go. Can you make me cum in that time, Sugar?”

He groans, flipping the two of you over, grabbing your hands as you go to lift the dress from your body. “No, keep it on.” You swear you became wetter just from his words. “Wanted to fuck you in it, in all your little dresses.” He presses against you, rubbing his jean clad bulge against your soaked core. “Such a fuckin’ tease, always prancing around either half naked or dressed like a slut in these.”

The moan you let out is almost pornographic, not even your husband could bring that sound out of you. Steve’s hands move up, pulling the front of your dress down and groaning as your plump breasts bounce free. “Fuck, so fucking perfect.” Your hands fly to his hair as he leans forward, peppering kisses along your skin before he pays attention to your nipples, licking and sucking, even going as far as nibbling gently on each one.

“S—Steve! Please.” Your hips lift as you rub against him, needing something, anything to relieve you of the tingles between your legs.

He groans against your flesh, rutting against you before he pulls back. “God, you’re so fucking needy. So needy for a younger man, aren’t you?” You nod, hands reaching out to try and grab onto him, any part of him. “Tell me what you want, I need you to say it.” He moves closer to you, letting your hands wander his bare chest.

“Fuck me.”

He unzips his pants, taking his throbbing dick out and he begins to stroke it, half-hooded eyes connecting to your teary ones. Steve grunts, tearing your knickers from your body before lining his mushroom tip against your weeping entrance. “Are you sure you want this, ma’am? Because there’s no going back.”

You nod rapidly, “God, yes. Please Steve.” Your eyes roll back and mouth drops open as he pushes in, stretching you onto his large cock. Your hand rests against his chest while the other flies back and grips the couch beneath you. “Oh god, you’re so big! Fuck.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as Steve continues to thrust all the way inside you.

“Shit, so good, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve groans, feeling your walls tighten around him. He leans down and tucks his face into your neck, kissing it as he begins to fuck into you hard. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, gripping it. Steve grabs your thighs, lifting them on either side of him and then grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath you causing your eyes to cross at the new angle. “Feel better? That’s all you needed isn’t it? A good fucking.”

Your back arches, nails digging harder into his neck and couch. “O—oh!” Your toes curl and you tighten around him. You never thought fucking someone younger would feel so good.

“Gonna cum for me, Sweetheart? Gonna let me cum so deep into you that it’ll still be leaking out of your pretty little pussy when your husband gets back?” Your scream fills the house as you cum, walls spasming around his thick length, your juices coating him and the couch. You whine, gripping him tight as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “So good for me, gonna let me do this again, Mrs. Drysdale?”

“F—fuck yes, please cum in me, Steve!”

Steve shrugs with a smirk, “as you wish.” He pounds into you a few more times before burying deep inside of you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten and thick ropes of cum spurt out of him, coating your walls white. He pulls out, putting you down gently before getting up and heading into the kitchen. You lie there completely fucked out, feeling so good and tingly all over.

Steve comes back, sadly his cock is tucked back in. He gently cleans you with the damp tea towel before fixing your dress. “How do you feel?” You hum, nodding.

“So good but why did you put yourself away?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you look up at him and he groans.

Steve shakes his head. “Your husband is an arse for neglecting such a pretty thing for so long.”

The whole week before your husband got back, you got fucked so many times in so many different positions. Even when he was home, you would occasionally sneak around with Steve.

Steve couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

thank you for reading!

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[musette22]

"[Chris Evans] actually sent me a really, really beautiful text about A Different Man and how much he loved it, so I was so happy. He saw it!" [X]

[semperama]

#eddie pent up after like a day plus sex addict buck#we should discuss this#911 show

hi erin any chance you wanna share more about your thoughts on this with the class????? :D :D :D

Yeah!! So like, I feel like it's conventional wisdom (that I don't necessarily disagree with) that Buck 1.0 was not a sex addict so much as he just used sex as both a stand in for emotional intimacy he craved and, subconsciously, as a form of self-harm as well, and once he moved to Buck 2.0 he didn't need that as much. But I think the likely case is he feels he's supposed to fight against his libido a bit, not that his desire for sex actually went down. I think he came away with this negative association with having lots of sex, rather than realizing that it was the reason he was having lots of sex that was bad.

Meanwhile we have Eddie who canonically likes to fuck early and often in his relationships. While Buck 1.0 used sex as a stand-in for emotional intimacy, Eddie uses it to avoid emotional intimacy, ex: continually falling into bed with Shannon to distract from having to talk about their issues, or rushing things with Marisol and then ending up feeling "pent up" despite it being like a matter of hours since they last had sex. But he clearly still very much enjoys sex and is good at it, given the amount of satisfaction he and his partners get out of it on screen.

So we have two guys who obviously enjoy sex and are comfortable with a, um, very high frequency, but who also have yet to manage to get into a relationship that would allow them to embrace that side of themselves without the other baggage that comes with it. Which basically means that once Buck and Eddie get together, and they have that stability and that emotional comfort they both always needed, not only will they be having marathon sex on the regular, but it'll feel better than it ever felt before, because they aren't using it to hide or distract or cling! They can just enjoy it!! A LOT of it!!! Like...a lot, a lot.

[biteofcherry]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “I thought this is what you wanted, don’t get all shy on me now.” 😈

Spicy

Perhaps the word shy isn't one to associate with Cherie, but believe me, Master Ari knows how to get her into that state rapidly 😏

warnings: bdsm; D/s; rack (risk aware consensual kink); bondage; exhibitionism; heat stimulation/sensation play; anal play; fingering;

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

Dom!Ari Levinson x female reader

Everything is boiling. No. Sizzling. No. Burning.

Oh God, so much burning.

The heat of embarrassment at being exposed to everyone in your most vulnerable state is only a tad lower than the heat of Ari's evil, dark gaze drinking your messy state in.

Still, it all feels tepid to the actual heat spreading through your body.

Four zones of burning fire that pulses in waves, rippling further and further and crashing into one overwhelming tsunami.

Bound on the table placed on the main stage, like a sacrificial virgin for the devil to take and his wicked followers to enjoy; you're unable to escape the torment.

Usually, you didn't have much problem with being watched. You got used to it, having assisted Ari in his classes, as well being at the Ruby Garden so often. But there were certain moments when you barely could handle it - those moments when Master Ari truly stripped you of all the control and all the layers of bratty bravado, leaving you helpless and humiliated.

You close your eyes, letting out another pitiful whine. Writhing helplessly in your bonds, you turn your head to the side to avoid the gazes observing your ruin.

It makes Ari chuckle.

"I thought this is what you wanted, don't get all shy on me now." He mocks, trailing a single digit down your belly.

"You claimed the mood in the club tonight is too mild, Cherie." Ari's fingers travel lower and tease the crease in the juncture of your thigh.

"As a good Dom I felt obliged to deliver a solid dose of spice. Just for you."

And he did.

In the most wicked way.

Being strapped down made you giddy, but the simple addition that followed was what knocked your breath out of you and started your true torture.

Proving, once again, that Ari didn't need elaborate methods to masterfully wreck you.

Just like he said, Ari simply added some spice.

In the form of a dab of ginger lube on the plug that he pushed into your tight ass and smears of heat stimulating gel on your nipples and clit.

The warmth increased to burning within a few breaths. Not overbearing, but driving you straight into madness. You were sweaty in no time. And dripping onto the table.

Ari's feather-light touch adds to the sensations, heightening your desperate need for release. Which, of course, he isn't about to give you.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I'm going to die," you babble, straining against your bonds as Ari's finger teases your wet, puffy folds.

"Mighty brat losing all fight with just a pinch of spice." Ari taunts you.

When two of his fingers drive into your dripping cunt, your body seizes and you moan loudly. You imagined it would bring much needed friction to ease the madness, but it seems to actually drop you straight into hell.

"Please, Master!" You beg as tears trickle out of the corners of your eyes.

"There, there," Ari coos, curling his fingers against your G-spot and making you arch in delirious pleasure. All mixed with dabs of fizzing pain.

"Gel and lube will lose their heat. At some point." He smirks, driving his fingers into you harder.

Before the heat disperses, you'll be a screaming mess; spicing up the mild evening for the whole club. Just like you wanted.

[strnilolover]

what about vet!chris with an overly anxious pet owner reader

the small exam room was bright, the soft hum of fluorescent lights doing nothing to calm your frazzled nerves. you sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching the carrier in your lap like it was a lifeline. inside, your tabby cat, cinnamon, let out another mournful meow, and you winced.

the sound of the door creaking open made your head snap toward it — you already knew who it was but your mouth was quick to spew words before your brain could catch up to what you were saying.

“she’s been crying all night,” you said, your voice barely steady as chris walked in, a clipboard tucked under his arm. “i don’t know what’s wrong, but what if it’s something serious? what if—”

chris, ever the calm and collected one, set the clipboard down and crossed the room to you. he crouched slightly to meet your eyes, resting his hands lightly on your knees. “hey, hey, slow down,” he said softly. “let me take a look before we jump to conclusions, okay?” he said, thumbs rubbing your knees softly.

you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he gently pried the carrier from your hands and placed it on the exam table. cinnamon let out another pitiful cry as chris opened the door, carefully coaxing her out with his gentle, practiced touch. his voice dropped into that soothing tone he used with all his patients. “there we go, sweetheart. let me see what’s going on.” he murmured, tone gentle as he spoke to cinnamon.

he began his examination, his fingers expertly moving over cinnamon’s tiny body. you watched every movement, your heart racing with every slight twitch of his brow. “she’s been sleeping more than usual, too,” you added nervously, wringing your hands. “and she hasn’t been eating her wet food. She loves her wet food, chris. what if it’s something horrible?” you rambled — spewing your thoughts, but nothing was helping the way your chest ached.

chris turned to you with a raised brow, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “or,” he said, “what if it’s just a furball?” he said softly.

you blinked, momentarily thrown off by his statement. “a-“ you paused, brows drawn together. “-a furball?” you said slowly.

“yep.” he turned back to cinnamon, running his hand gently over her belly. “her stomach feels fine, her weight is good, and she’s just a little tense. if she’s been grooming more than usual, that’s probably it. i’ll double-check to be sure, but I don’t think it’s anything more serious.” he stated, smiling as he gave her a small pet.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart slowly starting to unclench. “you’re sure? really sure?” you say, wanting to make sure he was being truthful — of course he would be, he knows what he’s doing, but it didn’t stop you from asked.

chris turned back to you, his warm eyes meeting yours. “i wouldn’t tell you that if i wasn’t sure, babe. cinnamon’s okay. I promise.”

his reassurance melted the last bit of panic in your chest, and you leaned back in your chair, exhaling deeply. chris chuckled softly, stepping closer to you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you always get yourself so worked up,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. “you know i wouldn’t let anything happen to either of my girls.”

his words sent a different kind of flutter through your chest, one that had nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with the way he was looking at you — like you were his whole world. you gave him a sheepish smile, your hand coming up to cover his. “i can’t help it,” you admitted. “she’s my baby.”

“and you’re mine,” he said easily, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “now let me finish with cinnamon, and then i’m taking both of my girls home. sound good?”

[inkievoid]

This thought just came to my head and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Imagine Chris invites Leon over to watch football on Sundays, and have a bomb ass barbecue of course; like all dads do on the weekends. But you didn’t really mind, it meant the kids would get off your back for a few hours and you could gossip with Chris’s wife.

The two of them would totally be standing by the grill, bud lights in their hands as they watched the TV outside on the patio, yelling at the players like they could hear them.

They’d hit that signature dad pose. Legs slightly spread apart, standing, arms crossed, you know which one I’m talking about.

Also they’d literally compliment each other on their barbecue and stuff. They’d spend hours just trying to smoke a brisket or something, having the typical bro talk while doing it.

- Anon! 🎀

(Chris looks like a Giants fan. No I will not be elaborating further.)

Literally can't decide which apron Chris would be wearing so here's all the options

With the middle one he'd definitely pat his wife's ass every time she walked by. She'd just stop and stare for a second and he'd point to the apron. She'd just nod and keep walking, use to his bullshit by now.

The wives would be talking about bitchy moms at the PTA as the kids play on the Redfield's giant playset. (Like think about a McDonald's play place and old chuck e. cheese playgrounds together. Just minus the child vomit and mildew smell). They're drinking wine, talking among themselves when they overhear their husbands talking.

"She's a beauty! Doesn't throw fits. Let's me do whatever I need to and I don't even need to put in much effort." You two life your heads, listening to Chris until Leon speaks up.

"Where'd you find her?"

"Street corner!" Chris's wife stands up, about to walk over until Leon's wife grabs her arm and forces her back in the seat.

"Some guy was moving and selling the old girl so I scooped her up and brought her home."

He's talking about the fucking grill...

Chris's wife sighs in relief. Feeling her heart return to her body as she chugs the rest of her wine. She was fully ready to knock some sense into that man...

Eventually Lulu walks over and wants to help her dad cook. He'd grab her little apron and make her stand by the side of the grill on a chair and hand his cheese slices for the burgers. Her apron:

To which Leon looks at Violet and asks her why she doesn't help him grill at home while she's getting one of the barrel juices from the kids cooler.

"You gonna pay me daddy?" He's stunned for a second and stares at her.

"What? Why would I pay you?"

"I was told to never do a job for a man who didn't pay me what I deserved."

"Who told you that?"

"Mommy." Leon looks up at his wife who's sipping her wine. Daring him to say a word. He just ruffles Violets he hair up.

"Good advice. Go play." His wife nods, going back to her conversation while Violet runs off.

I'd imagine the game would be a massive deal to the both of them. Like it's their teams against each other and they have a bet going. The game goes into overtime and eventually Leon's team wins and he's so excited he goes to cheer but sees his two girls are out like a light inside the living room of the house so he just tries keeping in his excitement so the kids can sleep until they finish packing up to go home.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep

Well, it took me a couple of days but I did it!! Oh, and it's the longest drabble in the world. Did y'all know a drabble is only 100 words???? I thought it was 100-500...I still wrote way more than that, but still.

Title: No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Prompt: Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep

Warnings: age gap (Ari is mid-40s, Reader is early-20s), yandere Ari, drugging, non-con fingering (f receiving), non-con p-in-v intercourse, non-con creampie, choking, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: Hahahaha this was supposed to be a drabble. Thank you to @peyton-warren for the beta!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Moving out on your own isn’t exactly the easiest thing for you. You spent four years living in your college dormitory, but you always had at least one roommate. So, signing a lease and accepting the single set of keys was a huge accomplishment.

Your landlord, Mr. Levinson, is so great. He told you to call him Ari more than once. From the first tour of the apartment to the day of your move-in, he offers his help in many ways. Where the best farmer’s market is, how to reach him if you need any repairs, and even when the local bars close are just a few tidbits he leaves you with.

You get to know him a bit more during a block party one Saturday night. The two of you talk over cheap beer, tamales from Señora Cruz, smoked brisket from Mr. Lorenzo, and lasagna from Mrs. Di Paolo. Ari seems like he is lonely, and your kind heart can’t stand to see someone in need. 

Before you know what you are getting into, you agree to have a weekly tea date with him. It’s during one of those visits that you realize that something is a bit odd about Ari. He tries to cover up how he knows what cabinet you keep your tea in, but he makes up some dumb excuse that it would just be “the perfect spot”.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom as he busies himself with setting the tea, and when you come back, a steaming mug is waiting for you on a saucer on your coffee table. Usually, you make the tea, but Ari wanted to help out, and you had a long day at work, so you accepted.

“What is in this tea? It’s almost spicy,” you ask, taking another big gulp of the tea you don’t recognize.

“Is it spicy? Well, it does have ginger and cinnamon in it. Some chamomile, too. A little benzodiazepine in there,” Ari clambers on, trailing off at the end.

“D-did you say benzo…dia…zep,” you slur, reaching for Ari as you sit on the couch, but you end up passing out with your head in his lap.

When you come to, you struggle to remember what happened. Your heavy head pounds as you turn it to the side before putting the heel of your hand to your still-closed eyes.

“Take it slow, Bunny. You must’ve been really tired,” he consoles, from the other side of your bed.

“Mr. Levin-”

“Uhn uh. Call me Ari; no more of that Mr. Levinson polite shit, ok?” he swears for the first time in your presence.

“Um, Ari… What are you doing in my bedroom?” you ask, your mind a blank slate from earlier.

“Oh, Bunny. You invited me over for tea, and then you weren’t feeling well, and you asked me to stay until you felt better. Next thing I know, I’m carrying you in here because you fell asleep on me with that sweet little face of yours right in my lap,” he comforts, the knuckles of his hand sliding down your face before he boops your nose.

“Why do you keep calling me Bunny?” you mewl, still trying to get in control of all your limbs.

“When you sleep, you furrow your eyebrows and scrunch up your nose like a little bunny. It’s one of the cutest things you do,” he admires, his hand now moving down your neck and through the valley of your breasts to get to where your skirt rides up your thigh.

“Mr.-Ari…I think I feel better now; you don’t have to-” 

Your words are cut off when Ari reaches under your skirt, and you specifically remember having on panties earlier today, but his fingers are touching your tender pussy directly. Did he take off your underwear?

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Must’ve been all that time I spent rubbing your cute little cunt through those white cotton panties. God, those little moans you were making went straight to my cock, Bunny. Feel it,” he dares, grabbing your hand and resting it against the thick outline of his dick through his Wranglers. 

While your hand is on his length, he shoves two of his fingers into your wet heat. At first, you are surprised by the shock of it. But soon, you can tell that he knows how to work your body. You scream out his name, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he shoves one hand over your mouth and gets close to your ear.

“You’re not gonna ruin this for me. You have been parading yourself around here like you’re some holier-than-thou sweet little thing. And I knew you’d end up letting me smash at some point. But I didn’t wanna wait anymore, Bunny. You have had me wrapped around that little finger of yours since you moved in. It’s time that I get what’s owed to me-what you’ve been flaunting in front of me,” he sneers, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean before opening his pants and pulling his dick out.

He lines up with your sodden core before thrusting in with no grace or elegance. Slamming himself inside your tight snatch for the first time feels like he is splitting you in two. You’re no virgin, but you also don’t have much casual sex, so Ari’s thickness was a shock, to say the least.

“Sweet Bunny, you’re so tight. What a good girl! You’ve been waiting for me like I’ve been waiting for you, huh? Fuck, you’re like a fucking vice. You hear that, Bunny? Hear how that cunt loves it when I fuck it? Love that loud, sloshy pussy,” he beams, his wide hips between your legs making your joints hurt.

You’re in stunned silence as Ari uses your body to chase his release. Your mind is bringing up all the times it seemed like he was getting a little too close for comfort. All the times when he would talk to you about his divorce, or his current dating trend, or the fact that he once told you that a pretty thing like you belonged locked up in a tower for a prince to come and free you.

Did he think he was a charming prince?

“Oh, Bunny, fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer. Look at me; wanna see your eyes when I cum inside you,” he blurts, holding your face in his hands as you look into his dilated, hungry eyes. “Take it. Just. Like. That.” The last few words are punctuated with thrusts as he paints your walls with thick, milky ropes.

Once he closes his eyes, his hips remain still, and his forehead meets yours. This would be almost romantic if Ari didn’t make it beyond creepy by whispering how perfect you are and peppering kisses all over your face. His softening cock finally slips free from you, and you are happy to be empty until you feel the flow of his semen leaking from you. He notices your discomfort and mocks your whines as he pushes his jizz back into your swollen hole.

“Don’t worry, Bunny,” he starts, moving off of you to recline next to you, “Not gonna leave this bed ‘til you’re knocked up. As soon as you are, I’m gonna move you in with me. You are gonna be well taken care of, too. You are so perfect-every little thing about you. And when the baby comes, we are gonna be the perfect little family. You wouldn’t wanna ruin our family, right? You’re gonna be a good girl for me, huh?” he implores, holding your cheeks in his hand so your lips poke out a bit.

You nod while tears stream from your eyes, finding it hard to form words. But what would you have said? He seems to like you mostly silent; you haven’t uttered a single word since before he was inside you. It wasn’t too late to try, but it was too late to have hope; at least that’s what you told yourself.

“I don’t know about you, but I am starting to get hard again just looking at you. On all fours for me, Bunny. I know you got it in you,” he orders, no kindness in his voice.

You quickly scramble to get on your hands and knees for him and are happy that he is pleased with your speed. As he slides into your sensitive folds again, you grimace but hold in your noises of pain. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you hurt, even though what he is doing is traumatizing. He relishes in the gushy sounds your pairing makes and the mighty “oomph” you make when he wraps an arm around your neck and flattens you down to your belly.

He has you in a chokehold while his hips canter back and forth, plunging his length deeper and deeper inside you. When he hears you start to sputter and gulp in air, he removes his arm from around your neck and holds your face cheek-down on the bed.

“Look at her, taking my cock just like she should. You’ll be the prettiest little wife and mother, won’t you? Gonna keep you nice and round as much as I can. My perfect little Bunny…ugh, fuck,” he blurts, his release surprising him suddenly.

When he pulls out, he smacks your ass and lays down next to you while your life flashes before your eyes. He moves closer to you, readjusting your body to lay on top of his as he rubs your back. He kisses the top of your head in such a kind gesture that you feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

You can’t even bring yourself to fully cry, the tears streaming down your face just to splash on Ari’s denim shirt. Forgotten and dried up to never be seen again.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble!!!!

**Tag List**

I also didn't know who to tag since this is the first time I wrote Ari.

[diana-bluewolf]

Dear Chris,

what is your favourite season? :)

I have no idea.

[lamb-anarchy]

got complimented, felt motivated. tenderness for my soul. <3

[nekrosdolly]

Wesker surviving RE5. Taking a good while to recover. When he final tracks Chris many years later he sees a young woman with Chris. Obviously not Chris' wife.

Chris got a daughter. And Wesker knows how to truely break him now.

Poor girl, she gets hit on by a super hot dude not knowing that he is her dads biggest enemy

listen... this would go fucking crazy... 18+

cw; afab!reader, creep!wesker, reader is 21-ish and wesker is... *gulps*... 61, dad!chris isn't the best dad, i'm projecting big time with this one guys sorry, takes place circa re8, reader is in college, no use of y/n, chris is the kind of alcoholic dad that you don't want your boyfriend to meet because you are, in fact, embarrassed of him, wesker drives a lincoln mkz zephyr.

you look like your dad but prettier. softer, sweeter features than your father's own. your eyes are paralyzingly innocent, and he can't help himself when he lays eyes on you. you're younger than albert by a concerning amount of years, but thanks to your dad's unintentional neglect during your childhood, you've got some issues.

your father never told you about wesker- or anything relating to his line of work. how foolish of chris to not take such precautions with his daughter. you never bothered to ask, either, as you felt some sort of resentment towards your dad in your teenage years. everything he did pissed you off, especially when he was trying to bond. so of course you decided to date someone just as old, if not older than your dad, just to piss him off in return.

that's when you stumbled across wesker. he was handsome for his age, though he looks much younger and you're not sure why. the sunglasses thing confused you, though he'd told you once when you had first started talking that he has light-sensitive eyes. you, being so trusting of this nice, older man who made you feel wanted, believed him and every little thing he ever told you. he'd make you feel so warm inside, and it didn't take long for you to fall for him.

he'd made a show of falling for you, too, to keep you under his thumb. you were the type to flee at the first sign of abandonment; he couldn't have that.

your dad was shocked when you told him you'd found a boyfriend. thanks to your strained relationship, you'd hardly talked to him after leaving for college, which he blamed himself for. it had only worsened between the two of you after your mother left.

and now, at dinner, your dad thinks it's the greatest idea in the world talk about your beloved.

"so," your father starts as he saws through thick-cut steak with a serrated knife, cutting you off a piece, "this boyfriend of yours, when am i meeting him?"

"you want to meet my boyfriend?" you cock an eyebrow at your father, though he doesn't meet your gaze. his own is fixed to the bit of steak he's setting on your plate beside some vegetables.

"well, yeah. must be pretty serious if you told me about him." chris finally looks at you, setting his silverware down. you swallow.

"i don't know, dad."

"what, are you embarrassed of me?"

"i didn't say that, don't put words in my mouth." you stuff a piece of sauteed cauliflower in your mouth as chris sighs inwardly. for the next ten minutes, there's no sound except silverware clinking against your plates and your father's jaw popping here and there.

neither of you can take much more of the awkward silence.

chris clears his throat and leans back in his chair, "listen, i just want to make sure you're dating a good guy, okay?"

"yeah, sure." the bitterness and slight annoyance in your voice is hard to hide. you don't bother.

"is that a crime? wanting to look out for my kid?" he crosses his arms over his chest, getting a little defensive.

"don't you think it's a little late to play dad of the year? i'm not a child, i don't need you to look out for me."

"i know you're not a child-"

"then just stop." you're standing up from your chair, "stop trying to be a bigger part of my life. stop acting like you care. stop."

"fine, you want to be an ungrateful brat?" your dad stands up too, "then get out. take your shit and leave, or shut the hell up."

you don't really have anywhere else to go, so you slink back into your chair and reluctantly finish your food. with all the money your dad gets from his job, he's paying your tuition.

your dad downs the whiskey in his glass and gathers his dishes, leaving you to sit in silence at the dinner table.

-

your father lets the boyfriend thing go until you bring it up to him again, this time on your own.

when you bring it up to albert, he's delighted.

"i'd be honored," he tells you as he leans down to kiss your cheek, he's confident about this, which puts you at ease because you know your father isn't going to take this very well.

-

you're dressed your best, as is albert, who's got his hand on your lower back protectively. he can sense your nerves- uroboros didn't completely burn out of his system- as if they were his own, and he kisses your head as you unlock the front door. based on the black jeep in the driveway, beside albert's zephyr, your father is home. you open the door, and in a flash, you're pushed out of the way.

you didn't expect your father to have a loaded gun aimed at your boyfriend so quickly, if at all. a deep laugh sounds from albert.

"oh, chris..."

[imyourbratzdoll]

When moms out Step daddy steve and Step bro curtis come out to play with reader 🤤🫡🥴😏 d.p anyone and teases heheh

summary - your mum leaves the house, leaving you alone with your stepdad and stepbrother.

warning - smut, cheating, stepcest, word slut is used.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren’t mine, divider by @newlips

Your mum had mentioned going out to see some friends, leaving you alone with your stepdad and stepbrother. Your cheeks had been heated ever since you had said goodbye to her, the reason being was the two very large men leaning against the wall opposite you, staring at you with hungry eyes.

You didn’t know how it happened so fast, the moment your mum pulled out of the driveway, Steve and Curtis grabbed you, pulling you into the lounge room and onto the couch. They hastily pulled your clothes off, smothering your body with their kisses and rough hands.

You whimpered against them as your stepdad Steve gripped your hips tight, thrusting into your soft cunt. Your stepbrother Curtis teased your puffy clit, flicking and rubbing it. A smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter, your lips parting as the prettiest sounds slip out.

“Who’s our good little girl?” You clench around Steve, the raspiness of his voice causing your insides to tingle. A gasp gets caught in your throat as Curtis slaps your clit, enjoying how you squirmed against his touch.

“Answer your daddy, you little slut.” You whine, feeling your mind become dumb. They watch as a tiny bit of drool slips past your lips, and chuckle, picking up their movements.

“C’mon, baby girl. Answer us or you don’t get to cum.” Steve threatens.

You begin to babble, “nooo…” Your mind slipping into a fuzzier state, your moans coming out as huffs as you try and speak. “Y—you two are!” Your vision becomes white as you feel something inside of you snap.

Steve and Curtis groan as they watch your juices gush out, coating them. Your stepbrother leans forward to prolong your orgasm by taking your puffy clit between his lips, your back arches as he sucks it harshly into his mouth.

Steve grins, whispering roughly into your ear. “Good girl. Our good fucking girl.” Those are the only words you hear as you drift off.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sosa2imagines]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @iwudbutnah

Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes; grumpy/sunshine, idiots in love, enemies to lovers, miscommunication; dog park, corporate; soft!dark

Like all days, you and Bucky spent your lunch hour together at the nice cafe down the street from the Avengers tower. Sure, there was a cafeteria and every amenity under the sun there, but it was nice for you to get out of the stuffy office for awhile and for Bucky to get away from the glowering stares that still didn’t believe just how much he’d really changed. He wasn’t the same person he was in the 40s, he’d never be, but to you he was good and he was learning that that’s all that really mattered.

The break was nice, too, because it was an opportunity for the two of you to take Alpine for a walk in the local dog park. Well, more like her being huddled into one of your jackets as she looked around and observed all the action going on. Dogs catching frisbees, birds flying about, and mostly her mom and dad cooing over her and feeding her the remainder of a croissant from the cafe.

As you were walking along the gravel path, Alpine snug under your scarf and Bucky’s hand in yours, the super soldier beside you groaned, garnering your attention.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry. I have to take this. It’s work. You keep walking though, and I’ll catch up.”

You nodded at him with a soft smile as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head and jogged off to find a private place to take the call.

You continued on your way, going under the bridge that was just slightly more shaded on the cloudy day. An alarming mewl emerged from Alpine but that was all the warning you got before something was pressed over your mouth and the world went dark.

When you came to, nothing was familiar. Your body ached, your eyes were bleary, but they struggled to focus on the man leaning over you now. As everything sharpened, you could make out his prominent nose, terrible mustache, hair styled without a single strand out of place. A smile as white as the bedsheets underneath you was nearly blinding, but your squints and attempts to shield your face didn’t deter the man.

“Good morning, Sunshine. Boy am I glad we caught you. I’ve got a lot of fun in store, but most of all, let me just say I’m happy you’re finally mine. Name’s Lloyd Hansen.”

If your brain wasn’t awake before, it was snapping to attention now. Lloyd Hansen was a name you’d heard before. One of an elusive man that Bucky had mentioned several times, except no one knew what he looked like. And in this moment, you realized he had the face of the man who served you your croissant everyday.

Oh I need to know what happens next!!! I'm coming up with so many scenarios!!!!

What if Lloyd is just taking revenge on Bucky, by using you?

What if Lloyd is genuinely interested in you?

Or the biggest twist, what if this is all Bucky's plan all along?

Now the question is will Bucky and Lloyd share you?