#rough!chris evans

[hisbucky]

*sometime after Eddie left* Buck: I think your dad is going to do something stupid. Chris: I think so too. Buck: Did you see his face? Chris: I know. And he bought us pizza. Buck: Guilt food. The audacity. Chris: ...We're still going to eat it, right? Buck, smiles: ...I mean, it can't be called guilt food if we're not going to eat it.

[starythewriter]

Chris evans X you KINKMAS 3

TW: rough sex.

summary: you help Chris evans get off while he’s at a virtual meeting.

Chris is busy at his meeting, while you enter his office you click your tongue rubbing your hand across his jawline all the way down to his V line…

He groans in frustration when you reach the bottom, not expecting it because your lips are too soft.You smirk as you pull away from him and turn toward the computer on his desk."Hey, how's it going?" You ask, leaning against the desk."What do you want?" He grumbles in return, “you” you say, Moaning as you get on his lap…"Well that doesn't sound very polite. Maybe we can have some fun with your schedule for today~" you tease him, biting the skin of his neck lightly."Oh fuck…" Chris moans, letting his head fall back against the chair. He was so screwed, he could feel himself getting hard. he tries to focus on his meeting, slowly kissing you and placing you on a chair next to him…

his microphone and camera were off…

so you got back onto his lap and gave him a kiss, you reached past his boxers slowly stroking his member… Chris moaned out loud, pushing himself into your hand, you slowly undress taking off your shirt, then your pants and your panties, he removes his shirt, and pants leaving the both of you with just underwear. You smile when he pushes his boxers down, then pulls you close to him, pressing his lips to yours and moving his hands down to cup your ass.He moves one of his hands between you legs rubbing at the wetness there. he smirks against your mouth at your moan of pleasure.”Chris, please!” you hear his boss talking outloud… but you both don’t care you just wanted to ride Chris.

He moans again as you move your hips forward, making him grind his hips against your clit, he bites your lip and pulls you closer as you push your clit down on his cock, he starts rocking his hips as you move them up and down, feeling your orgasm building.”Fuck!” Chris growls out, his eyes closing tightly as he comes inside you, feeling your juices running over his fingers…”I can't wait until I come inside you, baby” he breathes out, pulling you back towards him, kissing your forehead and holding you tight.you both collapse against each other chris quickly attends back to his meeting while you smile seductively.

THE END!

[shamrockqueen]

Pinned

(Female version)

Pairing : Chris Evans X Reader

Warnings : Hard pressure, deep fuck, rough sex, head pressed to bed.

Word count : 800

Gender neutral version

Inspired by a thoughts post by @grapesohdah

You could feel the pooled drool against your cheek as it seeped into the fabric below your face. He still had your head pressed to the bed as he worked his fingers into your weak core. He wanted you nice and wet, ready to stretch around his cock when he was done teasing you.

“You know? That weak little voice of yours makes the cutest sounds.” His fingers curled along with the last syllable, making your little moans morph into a muffled wail as your eyes started to water.

“It sounds so nice when you whine into the pillows.”

Your voice strained into a high pitch as he pushed your head further into the bedding, and he slipped his fingers away.

“Calm down, you won’t be empty for long. I’ll make you feel more than full, I promise.”

His thumb slipped over his tip before he dragged it along your slick core, only grazing the needy little fuck-hole before he pressed himself against it.

There’s that little whine again. This time it would be accompanied by a labored squirm as you tried to wiggle your needy cunt along his length. He had you plenty slick for him too, so even with the tight grip of your pussy there was still plenty of sweet friction. He had you trained so well.

The palm of his hand is still pressed into the back of your head, nails lightly digging into your scalp. The pressure only grows as he leans in near your ear, and the thick of his beard tickles along the side of your neck as he grits through his teeth “you take me so well, baby. Right to the fucking back in one go.”

You can only mumble and whine back as his strong thick body blankets you. He radiated warmth and power, making your feeble joints creak under his weight.

He did indeed bottom out, pressing his pelvis against the plush of your soft thighs and ass. He doesn’t hesitate to start pulling himself away just to thrust right back in with rough slow drags, rewarded with a hefty fuck forward as his hand shoved your head further into the sheets.

The joints in your neck popped as the pressure pushed them apart. You could feel your bones ache from the force he had on you.

His tongue flicks out to capture the lobe of your ear, bringing it between his teeth. His bite travels around the shell of your ear, all the while fanning the back of your neck with his hot breath.

Each word vibrates from his chest against your back.

“This naughty little cunt just swallows me up, doesn’t it.”

It’s enough to make you tighten around his cock, forcing you to feel every ridge of it right down to its slight curvature. “Gonna bend you pussy to the shape of my cock.”

He draws himself out and slams right back in to bump against the back of your cunt. Each thrust ricochets through your body, added with the dull throb of pain from taking him even deeper.

Your head would be bumping against the bed frame if he wasn’t holding it down, so you just let your little moans escape into the bedding.

His other hand slips along the side of your body to grip the soft handle of your round hip. Better for him to fuck you into the bed until it swallows you up.

He’s playing with you like a cheap little toy made of weak springs, winding and winding and winding so tight tight tight until he bumps the head of his cock nice and deep against that sweet spot. You can only dig your teeth into the blanket as that spring snaps apart and your gushing around his cock.

“So wet, baby..Fuck!” Each hard thrust sputters and he spills into you with a jolt of his cock. His hips continue to smack against the back of your thighs, still pinned under him as he fills you far too full.

One hand slips off your back only to come back down your ass cheek with an audible slap, only to dig in upon recontact.

The other; still tightly wrapped in your hair; pulls your head up near his, letting a rush of cold air hit your hot drool-stained cheeks.

Strands of sweat-soaked hair left stuck to your forehead are gently pulled away by his free hand as the other still tugs at your scalp. He leans back in to sing a sweet little "breathe, baby. While you still can" into the side of your neck as his teeth graze the skin.

His cock stops twitching, but he’s definitely not finished with you for the night. He'll slip out slowly and gently and his spendings will dribble out your abused little core.

Tag list @pequodprincessa

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Take It Out On Me

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

Summary: After Ransom finds out that he’s been cut from Harlan’s will, you offer to let him take out his frustrations on you. 

Warnings: SMUT, consensual somnophilia (reader leaves a note giving consent), some anal play, rough unprotected sex, facefucking, oral (male receiving), degrading language, mentions of murder. 

A/N: I just got around to watching Knives Out and Ransom totally stole the show for me. I’ve never been much of a Chris Evans girl until this movie. Now I am all in. Hope you enjoy lovelies!

“That’s why I smoke weed!” Fran finishes her story with an obnoxious laugh to which you simply force a smile and nod. As your eyes flick around the room you plot your escape. You suddenly spot Richard and Linda standing across the parlor looking bored. Surely they would offer some safety from this drag of a conversation. 

“Well, it’s always good to chat with you Fran. I’m gonna go bother my in laws for a few.” You add with a chuckle, trying to maintain the humor as you step away. The moment you do you can feel your face drop into a scowl. It would be an understatement to say that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your husband’s family. These were the most disingenuous people you had ever had the displeasure of spending time with. The only reason you put up pretenses was for the sake of your husband and even he didn’t like them all that much.

“Richard. Linda.” You greet them formally. As you do you extend a hand to them which they reluctantly take. It was no secret that they weren’t your number one fans. When Ransom brought you home to meet them it had been awkward to say the least. See, you didn’t come from money like Ransom did. Your family had always been poor. Therefore his parents felt you were “wrong” for him. Snobs. You thanked your lucky stars that Ransom didn’t give a shit what his family thought or else you might never have gotten married.

“How are things, Y/N?” Linda asked with false interest. Before you could answer her half hearted inquiry you were interrupted by the sound of your husband’s booming voice coming from the study. 

“Are you goddamn insane?” Everyone in the room stopped, turning in the direction of the yelling. Shortly after, the door to the study came flying open and you saw Ransom grab his coat and storm for the front door. He was out of the house before you could blink. 

“Well, thank you for a lovely party. Excuse me.” You said to them both before rushing to the front hallway, snatching your coat off the rack, and following your husband out of the house. When you stepped onto the porch Ransom was already in his Beemer, impatiently waiting. You ran down the front steps and flung the car door open, quickly fastening yourself into your seat as he sped out of the driveway. He drove way too fast, completely silent. It wasn’t difficult to tell he was absolutely seething. Ransom had always been prone to anger but whatever his grandfather told him really had him pissed off. 

“Are you gonna tell me what just happened?” 

“No.” He said frankly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

“Maybe I should drive.” You suggested. 

“I’ve got it.” He said, brushing off your concern. It felt like it only took half the time it normally did before the two of you were home. Ransom didn’t wait up for you as he made his way inside, leaving you standing outside by yourself. You followed him into the house, dropping off your things in the doorway. When you found him he was sitting on the couch in the living room, bouncing his leg rapidly.

More than anything, you just wanted to make him feel better. You hated seeing him like this. However, you knew he needed time. With a deep sigh you walk over to stand in front of him before leaning down to give his cheek a small peck. As you start to walk away he catches your wrist in his hand, stopping your movements.

"I'm gonna make this right. I promise." You didn't know what he was referring to since you had only caught the tail end of his and Harlan's conversation. However, you knew that he always kept his promises.

"I know you will." You reassure him before walking away, heading back for the bedroom. After his heartfelt words you half expected him to follow you but he didn't. He stayed seated on the couch, folding his hands in his lap. He watched you leave the room. As soon as you were gone, he headed for the front door. It wouldn’t be the first time he had left the house without a word. He was sure that you would hear the door opening and closing but he couldn’t let that stop him. What he had to do next was essential. 

The plan had formulated in his head on the drive home. There was an overwhelming sense of clarity in his mind as he realized what he must do to reverse his grandfather’s actions. He had to, not just for himself but for you. Without that inheritance he wouldn’t be able to keep you in comfort and luxury. Therefore, he was going to do what was necessary to make sure that money ended up in his hands. 

It felt like it took forever for him to arrive at his grandfather’s home. He had parked his car out of sight of the security cameras and hiked up towards the house, making sure to avoid the muddy paths along the way. Everything fell into place like clockwork. When he had finally reached the trellis on the side of the house he scaled it effortlessly, sneaking in through the secret passage in the hall. His grandfather’s study wasn’t far from there. As soon as he stepped inside he searched for Marta’s medical bag. It wasn’t hard to find, as she just left it next to the door. Setting the bag on the floor he rummaged through it to find his grandfather’s medications. This was the easy part. All he had to do was switch the liqiud in each of the bottles and he would be home free. Once he had finished he snuck out back the way he had come. Just as he was about to leave he spotted his great grandmother through the window. “Ransom? Are you back?” She inquired, eyes glazed over. He didn’t answer her, running back down the path towards his car. As soon as he was settled in his seat he peeled out of the woods and back down the road. 

His heart pounded and he was heaving with the adrenaline as he made his way back home. Home to you. His loving wife. As he thought of you he wasn’t able to help the stirring in his pants. His cock twitched as he thought about pressing you down into the mattress and fucking you within an inch of your life. On nights like this when his blood boiled with anger, all he ever wanted was to fuck you relentlessly. It was one of the only things that could calm him. Both of you knew this. It was almost like tradition. Whenever you saw him steaming in rage you would know to drop to your knees and start sucking his cock like a good girl. He wondered if you would do the same for him tonight or if you’d be asleep when he got home. After carrying out his devious plan it had gotten pretty late. He wouldn’t be surprised if you’d already made your way to bed. However, he hoped that you would be waiting up for him. He needed to feel your tight pussy wrapped around him right now more than anything. 

Soon enough he was pulling into the driveway. When he made his way into the house it was pitch black, save for a single hallway light. The light led him towards the bedroom where he optimistically opened the door. However, to his dismay, you were in bed. This only served to stoke the flames of his frustration as he closed the door behind him. There was a lamp still on beside the bed. You must have been too tired to remember to turn it off. He went to do so for you when something caught his eye. There was a note on the night stand. He picked it up, holding it in the lamplight so that he could read it.

“I know it’s been a hard day. I wanted to make sure you were well taken care of. I know I fell asleep before you got home but don’t let that stop you from getting what you need. All that frustration ... take it out on me. My body is yours to use as you see fit. Check under the blanket for a surprise. Love, Y/N.” 

Ransom furrows his brow for a brief moment, unsure if he should take the bait or not. You’re facing away from him on the bed, completely covered in your large warm comforter. With a tentative hand, he pulls the blanket off of you. When he does his eyes widen and a breath catches in his throat. You’re totally naked underneath. What’s more, he spots something else that captures his attention. With a wicked grin, he notices that there is a butt plug secured inside your tight little asshole. The sight of you like this causes his cock to harden instantly. He’s nearly busting out of his pants as he takes a step closer to the bed, thoroughly enjoying the view. 

Reaching out towards you he runs a hand down your back and over the curve of your ass. Your skin is so soft beneath his hands and it causes him to groan lowly as he hikes your leg a little higher to get a good look at your sweet pussy. It glistens in the lamplight, already so creamy and wet from the dirty dreams you’re probably having right now. “God you are so fucking good to me.” He mumbles. 

With two fingers he traces a line through your slick folds, gathering up some of your wetness. Unable to contain himself, he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks on them. The taste of you makes his cock twitch. He lowers his hand to your cunt, dragging his fingers through your pussy lips again. Your wet fuckhole weeps, begging for his attention. Who was he to deny you? Nudging at your entrance he eases his two fingers inside of you, fucking you gently. That’s when he curls his digits upwards, finding your g-spot. He knows how much you love it when he massages the soft spongey flesh there. If you were awake he knew you’d be arching your back and whining loudly. Instead, you whimper lightly as he strokes your insides. 

“Do you like that? You like it when I love on your special spot baby?” He mocks you, knowing the answer. That’s when the glint of the lamplight catches on the shiny butt plug, stealing his attention. The button on the end was a cute pink heart jewel. The two of you had picked it out together. You only used it for special occasions. Even if you were oblivious to the fact, tonight was just such a night. Within the next few days the two of you would have more money than you would know what to do with. That was cause for celebration. And he was going to celebrate by abusing all of your tight holes. 

Taking a firm hold of the end of the butt plug he begins pulling, watching the bulbous tip stretch open your hole. This tears a whine from your lips as he pushes it back inside of you. He continues that movement slowly, in and out of your tight asshole. All the while he continues to fingerfuck your tight cunt. Feeling a sudden surge of cruelty he yanks the butt plug out of you with a pop. This is enough to make your eyes snap open, a hard gasp ripping through your chest as you take in all the sensations of waking up like this. 

“Good morning my darling wife. How did you sleep?” He asks however you are not able to respond, overwhelmed by the feelings of his fingers and the plug moving in and out of you at the same pace. Now that you’ve opened your eyes he doesn’t hesitate to be rougher, fucking you in earnest. As much as you love what he can do with his fingers you crave more. You need his cock inside of you. 

“Ransom--” He cuts you off with another harsh yank of the plug. 

“What’s the matter baby? Am I fucking you too good? Can’t finish your sentence? That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I know what you want. And you’re gonna get it. Of course, how can I say no to that sweet little face?” He says, dripping with condescension. However, you couldn’t care less. All you want is the feeling of him inside you. 

“Please.” Is the only word you’re able to get out. Ransom doesn’t need to hear anymore though. He’s happy to oblige you.

“Why don’t you get comfy baby?” He asks as he begins peeling off layers of clothing. You do as he says, scooching onto your back and laying in the middle of the bed. As soon as he’s completely naked he climbs up onto the bed, nestling himself between your legs. Taking his cock into his hand he rubs the head up and down through your folds. The feeling of your slickness makes him groan deeply as he nudges up against your entrance. “God, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna take out all my frustrations on this little pussy baby. Do you want that? You want my cock?” 

“Yes. Please.” You whimper, squirming closer to him. 

“Don’t worry baby girl. You’re gonna fucking get it.” With that he pushes the tip inside of you, easing his fat cock into your tight wet hole. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Such a good girl.” He praises you as he shoves himself in the rest of the way, burying himself balls deep inside of you. The fullness that you feel makes your mouth gape as you take him. Your back arches as you try to work your hips further into him. No matter how good he fucks you, you always want more. 

“Harder please.” This makes a wicked grin spread across his face. 

“Oh, you want me to fuck you harder baby? I should have fucking known, you being the little slut that you are. Don’t you worry your dumb little head. I’m just getting started.” He doesn’t move any faster, content to take his time and move at his own pace. This causes you to whimper loudly as you try to get his attention, begging him for what you want. However, it’s all to no avail. 

“If you keep whining like that I’m gonna stop fucking you altogether. Is that what you want? Huh? Do you want me to stop?” 

“No!” You burst out and he nods his head. 

“That’s what I fucking thought. So shut your mouth and take what I give you.” To this you give small sheepish nod and simply lay back against the pillows, letting Ransom go as slowly as he pleases. With each thrust you feel more and more full, feeling the head of his cock easing against your cervix. Your back arches off the bed when he indulges you with a particularly hard thrust. He begins to shift his hips, moving in just the right way so that he hits your sweet spot with his tip each time he thrusts in and out. This causes you to moan loudly, unable to control yourself when he’s digging into the perfect spot which makes you explode with pleasure. As he pushes into your g-spot over and over again you feel a familiar coil building in your stomach. Just as you feel the coil ready to snap and send you over the edge, he pulls out of you. You whimper shamelessly and in response, he clamps a hand over your mouth to stop your noises. 

“I told you to shut up. Since you don’t know how to follow a simple order, I’m gonna help you.” Taking his hand away from your mouth, he scoots up the bed until his thick heavy cock is resting against your face. “Go on sweetheart. Put my big fat dick in your mouth. That’ll shut you up.” You obediently open your mouth, starting by licking the tip. A bead of precum leaks out onto your tongue and you swallow it greedily. Ransom’s eyes stay concentrated on you as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you swirl your tongue around him. “Come on, you can fucking take more than that.” He says, prompting you to open wider and take more of him into your mouth. Your tongue licks lazy patterns on the underside of his cock as you bob your head up and down. A deep groan leaves his lips as you push your head as far down on his dick as you can, feeling him against the back of your throat. Pulling off with a pop you catch your breath before quickly returning to suck his cock. You push him down your throat each time, nuzzling your nose into his lower stomach. 

“God, that’s good. All the way down, just like that. You’re such a good little cocksucker baby.” Ransom praises. He holds your head still with one hand and begins thrusting into your throat, fucking your mouth. You gag and splutter as he fucks you relentlessly, not giving you a moment to breathe. After a moment he pulls out of your mouth completely, moving back down your body until he’s hovering over your pussy again. “Alright baby, get on your hands and knees.” 

You oblige him quickly, wide awake now as you position yourself right where he wants you. As soon as you’re in place he lines his cock up with your wet little fuckhole. He doesn’t hesitate, pushing in balls deep the moment that he’s ready. You moan softly as you feel him fill you up. Somehow you feel even more full when he’s fucking you from behind. Ransom pounds in and out of you, your head jolting forward into the pillow every time his cock goes crashing into you. 

“Fuck yes. Do you like that? Like the way my dick stuffs you? Jesus you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna bust pretty soon sweetheart.” He tells you, his hips beginning to stutter as he fucks into you like his life depends on it. You scream, feeling every inch of him rubbing your insides raw. His hand threads through your hair, pulling your head off the pillows so he can look at you. “That’s it. Wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you stupid.” He says, jutting upwards so that he’s hitting your sweet spot again. This causes that familiar pressure to build in your stomach. He immediately knows that your close, pulling your body flush against his own so that he can rub your pretty clit. A few rough strokes of his fingers on your clit is enough to send you flying over the edge. You convulse, shaking on his cock as you cum for him. The feeling of you clenching around him brings him close to his own orgasm. He pushes you back into the bed and pulls out, giving his cock a few long strokes before he unloads all over your back. Thick hot ropes of cum shoot out over your skin as he grunts and groans, milking every drop of seed out of himself. When he’s down he collapses beside you, eyes closed as he pants. 

“Jesus that was so good Y/N. You’re so good to me.”

“I certainly try.” 

“You do more than try. You’re everything to me. I’m always gonna keep you safe, you hear me? I’m gonna make sure you’re well taken care of as long as we both shall live. I promise.” You didn’t know what was on his mind but you could tell he was deep in thought. 

“I know Ransom. I know.” You assure him, scooting closer and draping an arm over him. After a few minutes of catching your breaths together he hops up, grabbing a towel to wipe the cum off your back. He lays back down, pulling you close in his arms. 

“I will do whatever it takes to make sure my baby is safe and happy.” As he says this he sees flashes of what he did tonight in his mind. He really would do anything for you. Even murder. Not that you needed to know that. He watches you patiently until you fall asleep before he himself drifts off, falling into a deep and dreamless slumber. 

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

👸- well, well, welln look who has some unwanted free time. The Con made a video to promote getting an autograph and picture with Chris. He is the only celeb they did this for. There are still 2 groups open today for photos as well as one autograph session. To be honest, the autogeaph sessions were sold out yesterday, and the new tome was not added. They seemed to open more slots. Im guessing to try and cover the cost of Chris being there, hosping more people will go for autographs. This is a huge red flag for his team. A year ago, he was still sold out at cons in fsct. i think he was for NYCC as well.

Paying for photos and autographs is a lot better feedback than losing followers. They/he cant be told its bots or people getting rid of thier pages or whatever sh*t this is a con where he has fans over 3 comic book movies and 1 annoyed show and they dont sell like they used to. I hope his team notices and ends a certain sh*t show. I think he got those parts in movies because they still bank on his Captain America association, but this is the first time they haven't sold out, and its not 1 thing isn't sold out, but 3. I wouldn't be surprised if it isn't announced that he doesn't have anything slated for the beginning of next year to film OR at least the end of next year after Red One. Dwayne can only do so much for a movie. He isnt the star he was and this is the first real world hint/impact he'll see when he's told no one else is coming OR if he has to wait around if people can buy them last minute (I have 0 clue if they can) chris is also charging a lot more than Elija Wood, Misha Collins amd Jodi Whitaker. While yes thsoe three arill have openings, it doesn't matter because you need to compare Chris' past history with Ops being sold out. They used to not only sell out but within a few days, if not hours, now theyre making a video to promote, and you can still sign up.

If megan is there, I'd love to hear that conversation. But this is the first time he will see the impact he's made, at least in a paycheck

If Chris didn't know the state of his fans/fandom he will now

May this message actually reach him, one way or another...

[theladyyavilee]

4x14 Buck snippet

for @skyhighrollins911 because she likes Buck whump and this is at least emotional whump xD 💕 and because her gorgeous, gorgeous edit reminded me of this scene I wrote over a year ago 💕💕💕 (even tho here Buck very intently refuses to look in the mirror, I think the sentiment is the same xD also yeaaah this is part of a bigger 4x14 buck fic that I don’t think I’ll ever finish aksdjfaskl 🙈)

It’s another second before Buck’s head snaps up to Bobby, adrenaline spiking sharp through his bloodstream.

“How did you know—how long was I—did they tell you—”

His voice grates against his throat and he’s not sure what he is really even try to ask for. All he knows is that Bobby wasn’t here earlier and that he lost all track of time since they wheeled Eddie away—but since Bobby is here now, time must have passed and what if he missed someone coming by with news about Eddie?

“No, hey, Buck, it’s been less than half an hour, Captain Mehta called me. When I got here all the information they had was that he’s in surgery and”—Bobby takes a breath that just barely shudders on the inhale—“they’re doing everything they can. They’ll let us know as soon as there is anything new.”

Everything they can.

Buck knows that phrase so well. Firefighters doing everything they can to find a missing kid in a burning building. Paramedics doing everything they can to save someone flatlining at a scene. Promising horrified family members that the doctors at the hospital will do everything they can to save their loved one.

Everything they can, because anything else would be an empty promise and they know better than to give those.

Everything you can, but sometimes nothing you can do ends up enough. And you are left with you best friends life spilled over your hands.

The memory of Eddie’s blood—warm and slick and so, so much—spilling between his fingers returns with full force and Buck can’t help looking down at his hands. The blood has dried now, rusty splatters that pull against his skin, starting to itch.

The smell hits Buck only a heartbeat later, coppery and metallic—and with it the memory of blood hitting his face, of Eddie’s eyes wide and locked on him before he falls. It’s a familiar smell—so much blood spilled every day they’re on the job—but now he can also taste it and it’s Eddie’s blood and his stomach turns.

“Hey! Buck, look at me,” Bobby implores and his voice is a familiar pull against the panic welling back up inside Buck’s chest. Bobby’s gaze is steady, his breathing is steady, his hands on Buck’s shoulders are steady. All of it helps to push back the horror trying to pull Buck apart. “There’s a bathroom right through these doors. I brought a spare shirt and you can get cleaned up and then we’ll go from there, alright?”

The fabric of the shirt that Bobby hands him is the familiar dark blue of an LAFD sweater – worn and soft against his fingers – and Buck almost sways with relief. Somehow he is up on his feet and somehow his legs manage to carry him through the doors that Bobby points him at, getting steadier with every step towards something he can do.

He catches sight of his face out of the corner of his eyes – red, red, red – and his gaze shies away from the mirror before he can help it. There is enough of it washing off his hands, the white porcelain of the sink showing it in stark contrast.

Once Buck starts scrubbing at the stains it’s almost impossible to stop again.

He turns the water up as hot as it will go and it burns against his hands, his cheeks, his neck. It’s a relief after the pull of drying blood against his skin and he keeps scrubbing long after the water starts running clear.

The shirt is next and it sticks to Buck’s skin in the places where the blood has almost fully dried and before he can really start thinking about it he is back to scrubbing, water a hot brand against everywhere Eddie’s blood is spilled onto his skin.

The fabric falls to the floor almost like an afterthought.

It takes all he has to keep his breathing steady, to stop his hands from shaking, to stop the incessant scrubbing against skin that is now red only because of the flush from the scalding hot water.

The memory of blood between his fingers is harder to wash away than the actual blood itself it turns out.

The worn fabric of Bobby’s sweater is soft against his irritated skin as Buck shrugs it on, smells familiar of the detergent Bobby and Athena use, the same one Maddie uses as well. It helps more than he expected it to, makes him feel a little less alone.

A little less like he is being pulled under by the tide.

Buck steels himself against it, turns to make his way back towards Bobby.

The white and red of the shirt crumpled on the floor between him and the door stops him short again.

He gets one moment of just blissfully unaware confusion, before he realizes the error of his thoughts.

Of course.

Buck hadn’t yet been wearing his uniform when Eddie caught him and Chimney before their shift. And he is mostly used to the sight of the dark shadow of blood against the blue of their uniforms. Somehow the sight of it splattered in stark contrast all over his white shirt is so much worse.

It pulls him back to Eddie standing in front of him and Chimney—both of them relaxed in their pre-shift banter. An Eddie so full of nervous energy and righteous indignation, but so vibrant and alive with it—and god it can't have been more than an hour, maybe an hour and a half ago but it feels like years have passed since. It already has the air of a distant memory, blurry with carefreeness and the inherent softness of happy memories.

Buck remembers looking at Eddie, worried about Charlie and ready to do whatever it takes to keep the kid safe. Remembers thinking with warmth filling his chest how much Eddie always cares, remembers thinking You're such a Dad at his best friend.

His mind rips him from the memory with a pull that he can almost feel like a painfully physical tug in his chest.

Eddie is a dad.

Christopher.

Oh god.

[haelie-theoncoming-storm]

Alrighty I watched Ghosted for the Chris of it all and the Seb/Mackie cameos - and while I’m sorry it’s getting a lot of hate, I just can’t lie - it’s not very good y’all

[chasingmidnights]

Putting this here for later:

Ari Levinson

Bucky Barnes

Or

Curtis Everett

[starboye]

pairing: chris hemsworth x male reader

request: Chris Hemsworth x twink!reader in a full nelson position? Size difference, degradation, rough sex and daddy kink please. Could it be that Chris discovered that reader was sleeping with other men like Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Will Poulter, etc? Chris is reader's sugar daddy and Chris is married, so technically they weren't dating. But Chris got so jealous (and very horny) when he found out reader was a whore that after the intense sex he promises to leave his wife for him and make it official. Even letting other men continue sleeping with reader, only Chris is now part of it now.

warnings: smut, rough sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, sugar baby reader, slight degradation, cheating!sugar daddy!chris, mentions of reader having sex with other actors, size difference

"you think its cute to be whoring yourself out to them huh" chris bellows while plowing into at a relentless pace, your back firmly placed against hid big chest while his hand wrapped around you neck drawing a gasp out of you "no" you yelp trying to slow chris' thrusts by pushing him back but he just grabs you hands and pin them to your back and pushes your face into the bed with your ass up in the air.

"then who does this sweet pussy belong to" he questions as his hands pushes your face further into the bed "yours daddy only yours" you breathlessly say as tears drip down your cheeks from the hours over over stimulation chris has put you through "and who's dick is the only dick for this hole" chris asks slapping your ass a couple times "yours sir" you say trying your hardest not to faint "yeah thats right no man is ever gonna pleasure your slutty ass the way i do" chris spits slamming into you with big thrust, a loud clap coming after each one.

"please chris i cant take it anymore" you beg "shut up, you weren't saying that when you were going around and letting those other men use your body like a prostitute" he says huskily, pounding you deeper into the matress "if you dont stop im gonna fucking break" you try and convince him "good then those others bitches wont get to use you anymore" chris snarls "please i need a break" you plea "shut up whores like you dont get breaks, whores that let other men use their hole raw" he roughly says.

you felt like your whole core was on fire for the countless hours of chris fucking you but it was your fault for letting chris, tom, and will fuck you, but how could you deny them with their hunk bodies and huge dicks, it was impossible but this is the consequences of your actions.

"i should fill you up so much it'll look like you're pregnant so they know not to fuck you" chris grunts grazing the good spot in your hole for the hundredth time, and you moan to chris' words "you like that, the idea of me getting you pregnant you walking around with a belly full of my cum" chris laughs at your reaction making you moan more and more to the idea "yes" you lightly say.

"speak up, y know i cant hear you when you're getting ruined like this" he says pulling your head up by your hair to face him "please ruin my hole, fill me up with you cum, i wanna be pregnant by you" you beg thrusting your ass back on his dick, "im gonna ruin your tiny body so much" chris growls through shut teeth "please do daddy" you plea "yeah now who do you belong to baby" chris asks as he slams into again "yours daddy" you answer sloppily "thats right and im gonna make sure you remember that" chris smirks pinning your arms behind you.

"my wife's pussy could never compare to you" chris says trowing his head back in ecstasy "thank you" you cry out as chris fills you up for the fifth or sixth time, he groans loudly as you milk the cum out of his dick, still so tight after so long of fucking session.

chris plops next to you with a light grunt "you okay" he asks sweetly, moving the hairs that are stuck to your forehead by sweat "yeah... just a little tired" you huff "dont worry ill buy you whatever you want after this" he coos "thank you chris" you say "and i promise ill leave my wife so we can be together for the rest of our lives" chris says rubbing your back"

"yeah okay" you say turning away, chris had said that same thing every time you guys fucked but never went through with it "hey look at me" he demands turning your face towards him by your chin "i promise this time" he says kissing your forehead "and you know what i guess you can continue fucking the other guys but-" he says but before he can finish you hug him "thank you chris" you excitedly say.

"hey now let me finish, you can continue fucking them but only if im their" chris emphasizes the but "fine i can deal with that" you huff playfully before kissing chris deeply "i love you" chris says pulling you into a cuddle "i love you too" you reply laying your head onto chris' chest and falling asleep.

[theotherbuckley]

Just some Bucktommy headcanons <3

- Buck always struggles to hide his surprise every time Tommy goes out of his way to turn up for him because he’s not used to someone actually showing up for him. Tommy sets out to always prove him wrong.

- Tommy was completely prepared for Buck to be a baby gay (inclusive) and still chokes every time Buck is super flirty, not that he’s complaining.

- After bad shifts they both take care of each other and help each other wash off and then cuddle together.

- The first time Tommy sees Buck with Jee he damn near has a heart attack. Buck sees him and gets worried but Tommy just tells him he’s adorable and Buck blushes.

- Buck gets butterflies and blushes so hard every single time Tommy calls him cute or adorable or anything like that because he’s not used to being perceived in that way and he loves it.

- Every single time Buck sees a helicopter he sends a pic to Tommy asking if it’s him. This leads to Tommy sending Buck photos of random doggos and asking if it’s Buck.

- Buck can’t shut up about his how his boyfriend is a pilot and will tell anyone who will listen.

- Buck loves how Tommy calls him Evan it makes his heart skip a beat. One day Tommy asks him about it because everyone else calls him Buck and should he? And Buck ducks his head and says “I like the way you say it.”

- They have a vulnerable discussion and Buck tells Tommy about Daniel and growing up constantly getting hurt and Tommy shares his rough childhood with his parents divorce and feeling like nobody was in his corner. Tommy vows never to let Buck think he’s worth anything less than everything and Buck makes sure Tommy knows that hes got him has a steady figure. He invites Tommy to all the 118 gatherings to make sure he knows that he has them too.

- At one of the gatherings Bobby takes Tommy aside and he thinks he’s getting the shovel talk but Bobby just hugs him and welcomes him to the family. Tommy has to wipe his eyes before going back out to the gathering.

- Tommy talks to Hen privately and profusely apologises for his behaviour at the 118 which leads to them both in tears by the end of it. Hen promises to give him a Christmas card every year and Tommy laughs.

- The first time bucktommy has a fight it’s over something trivial, Tommy leaves to get some fresh air and returns an hour or so later to find Buck crying. Buck looks shocked that he came back. Tommy tells him he will always come back and vows to communicate more clearly with Buck.

- Buck always talks about wanting to get a dog and Tommy just shakes his head and laughs. One day Tommy comes home covered in soot with a small golden retriever puppy that he saved in his arms and tells Buck he couldn’t let go of him. They name him Leo. Chris becomes obsessed with him and begs Eddie to get a dog too. Instead Carla takes Chris over after school to see Leo and feed him when Buck and Tommy can’t. Leo loves Chris and always barks when he leaves.

- Buck teaches Tommy how to dance because he never learnt. Buck tells him how he learnt for Maddie.

- When Buck gets hurt on a call Tommy won’t leave his side. He asks Eddie how he did it when Buck actually died and Eddie shakes his head and said he didn’t. Eddie takes Tommy home and forces him to shower and eat. Eddie, Chris, and Tommy sit together talking about Buck until they get the message that Bucks okay.

- When Eddie gets hurt on a call Buck is beside himself. Buck tells Tommy about the will. Buck tells Chris his dad is hurt again and Tommy holds Buck when he breaks down afterwards remembering the shooting.

- The first time they go further than making out Buck tells Tommy he loves his tits and then blushes and apologises. Tommy just chuckles and tells Buck he loves his tits too.

- Buck comes in with a limp one day and turns red when they ask him to explain. Hen keeps laughing at him but Chimney is so confused and keeps asking about it. Buck breaks and tells him. Chim can’t look Tommy in the eye at the next BBQ

- When they get married Tommy says how grateful he is to have an ally like Buck in his life.

[megalony]

Disciplinary Action

This is a new Eddie x Evan x Reader imagine that I had an idea for. I hope you will all like it, any feedback is always amazing and spurrs me on.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii  @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream @noonenuts @hiireadstuff @ashie-babie @classyunknownlover

911 Masterlist

Summary: When someone at the station starts harassing (Y/n), she tries to keep it to herself. She doesn't want to cause a commotion. Until the boys witness it and start a fight.

Enjoy.

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"Morning," A bright grin spread across Evan's lips when his eyes locked on Hen walking sluggishly towards the ambulance.

He relished in the frown that took over her face and the way she tilted her chin down and rose her brows when she looked his way. Her eyes gave away everything. She was feeling rough after their night out last night. Her eyes were barely open and she was walking like she was dragging her feet while her shoulders were hunched forward.

She would rather be anywhere but on shift. She wanted to be back in bed.

A grimace pulled at Hen's lips when she looked Evan up and down. He was dressed properly, no slacks, he didn't have his trousers on backwards or his shirt inside out. He didn't look like he had crawled through the front door at two in the morning and then had to head back out the door six hours later.

"Why aren't you hungover?" Hen tucked her clipboard under her arm and tightened her grip on her mug of coffee. Even the smell of coffee hadn't done anything to liven her up yet, she felt half dead.

Her and Evan had gone out drinking last night while (Y/n) stayed home with Chris and Eddie was on the night shift into the day shift today. It had been good for the two of them to catch up and have a laugh, but Hen was regretting choosing the night before a shift to have their night out. Next time, she wasn't making that mistake again.

"Because I can hold my liquor," He quipped back, holding his chin up high while he tightened his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders and tugged her back into his side. He pressed his lips to the back of her head when (Y/n) reached her hand up to hold his hand that was on her shoulder.

"Hm." Hen scrunched her nose and continued walking towards the ambulance while (Y/n) and Evan walked down towards the back of the station.

"I'm gonna find Eddie and hit the gym."

Evan knew he would be fine today. He would do a quick work out before they had their first call of the day. Then by the time he and (Y/n) headed back home tonight, he would be tired enough to sleep through the night. Evan had a lot of trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. It was why he functioned so well on night shifts and when they pulled a double shift. He had too much energy and needed to have a burn-out in order to catch a full nights rest.

He squeezed (Y/n)'s shoulder and kissed her temple again before he let her slide out from under his arm and move towards the stairs.

(Y/n) climbed the stairs and headed up into the annex towards the kitchen. She glanced her eyes around, surprised to find no one else in the kitchen. She guessed Chimney was somewhere downstairs tidying up and sorting out like Hen was. And Bobby would probably be in his office sorting through paperwork. She already knew Eddie would be in the gym, that was his routine and why Evan was heading that way now.

Idling through the kitchen, (Y/n) headed over to the fridge and grabbed one of her juice bottles out before she moved over to the cupboard above the sink.

Bobby let them put any snacks, biscuits and drinks in the cupboards and everyone had their own little baskets and sections in the kitchen. (Y/n) knew her boy's routines. They would have a protein shake each before they went out on their first call of the day so (Y/n) may as well grab them one now in case the bell went off soon.

"Jesus, Evan." She grumbled quietly when she looked up into the cupboard and realised how far back Evan had pushed the pack of shakes. He clearly thought someone might come along and take a few and since he was over six foot, it was easy for him to put them at the back of the shelf. Ready so only he could reach them if he wanted one.

(Y/n) pushed up on her toes and pressed her hips into the counter, barely skimming her hand along the plastic packaged bottless that she couldn't quite grasp.

A gasp burned at the back of her throat when she felt a hand suddenly clamp down on her hip and a chest push into her back.

For a brief second, (Y/n) thought it was one of her boys and her first guess was Eddie. She knew if it were Evan behind her, she would of felt his chin perch on her head and he would tease her straight away for not being able to reach. Evan had a tendancy to hide things in high places because he was taller than both (Y/n) and Eddie and he loved them to ask him for help, despite how much it annoyed Eddie.

But she quickly realised it wasn't either of her men. Eddie had a firmer chest and broader shoulders than whoever was behind her.

"Need some help?"

Panic built up in (Y/n)'s stomach and burned up into her chest. That definitely wasn't either of her men. That was a voice she only faintly recognised, it wasn't someone she had the pleasure of working with on most of her shifts.

"I- I got it." (Y/n) held her breath and pushed further into the counter to try and get away from him. Her finger hooked into the plastic but whoever was behind her managed to drag the pack down and let it land on the sink with a thud.

When it didn't feel like he was going to move away from caging her in, (Y/n) clung to the counter and shuffled to the right.

Her arms felt tense and stiff at her sides as she tried to take a deep breath and compose herself. She tore into the six-pack and removed two bottles before she tossed the pack back up. Evan wouldn't mind that (Y/n) had gotten them out because she wasn't drinking or taking them, she was getting them for him and Eddie. Anyone else tried, and they would be sorely reprimanded.

"Thanks," She mumbled quietly, although (Y/n) wasn't sure she had anything to thank him for. But she wanted to keep the peace and be civil, it wouldn't do well starting an argument this early in the morning, and he hadn't technically done anything wrong.

"It's (Y/n), right?"

She nodded, trying to smile as she placed all three drinks down on the counter beside her. She pushed her hip into the cupboard and crossed her arms over her chest. She recognised his face. He was called Darren. They didn't really work closely together, he seemed to be on most of her opposite shifts, they didn't see much of each other.

"You're Buck's girlfriend, aren't you?" He gripped the counter while he stuffed his other hand into his pocket and leaned to the left with one leg crossed over the other. There was something about his smile that made (Y/n) feel on edge but she didn't know why.

"Yeah… I'd best go find him."

She pinned two bottles in the crook of her elbow and grabbed her own drink before she went to walk past him.

"Or are you Eddie's girl?"

The way he said that made (Y/n)'s blood run cold and fizzle down to her toes. She could feel herself becoming lightheaded already. She didn't want to have this conversation. His tone was crude and his smile was sickly, he was looking for some sort of argument or a way to tease and prod at her.

(Y/n), Eddie and Evan had all been lucky so far. No one at the station had made one remark about any of them being in a poly relationship. No one cared. They didn't tut or laugh or tease them or make any sort of crude comments. Bobby was thrilled for all of them and Hen and Chimney were accepting and treated it as if it were such a normal thing around here.

No one else in the station cared or made a scene. (Y/n) thought they had done so well not to have any controversy or any looks or remarks.

Darren had never said anything to (Y/n) before. He barely spoke to her when she was on shift with him, they seemed to move in different circles. So why was he bothering with her now?

"I'm gonna go," There was no way (Y/n) was hanging around Darren when he was looking down at her like that.

When he clamped his hand down on the counter in front of her to act as a barrier in her path, (Y/n) frowned. She took a deep breath, kept her back straight and rammed her side into his arm with enough force to knock him back. She bypassed him and turned the corner with her head held high and a fluttering of panic burning away like an ember in her chest.

Darren had other plans.

Both his hands clamped down on (Y/n)'s hips tight enough to leave imprints and he spun her round and pushed her until her back clashed into the fridge.

She choked on her breath, feeling like her lungs had been shocked into a restart as pain jolted down her spine and along the back of her neck. Her arms bashed out in front of her, dropping all the plastic bottles down to their feet with a clatter but she didn't care.

Her arms crossed in front of her and she thrust them into his chest to push him back but he rammed his knee into the fridge between her thighs to pin her in place.

"Get off! What the Hell are you doing?!" (Y/n) couldn't hide the panic from her voice.

She'd never been in a situation like this before.

A few people had catcalled her over the years, some had been handsy or frisky when she went out to night clubs, but no one had ever actually grabbed her or tried to pin her up like this. He was mad. He had to have a screw loose to be doing this. They were colleagues. They were on shift, it wasn't like they were in a bar or a dark street. Anyone could come up the stairs and see what Darren was doing.

Maybe that was what he wanted. Maybe he wanted to embarrass (Y/n) or have one of the boys to see so he could pretend she was trying to come onto him. Whatever he was doing, he was certainly going to make an enemy of (Y/n) whether this was a joke or not.

(Y/n)'s pupils blew wide and her heart dropped down to her stomach so fast she felt like she had fallen through the floor when Darren grabbed her. One hand stayed on her hip but his other hand suddenly pinched (Y/n)'s jaw in his harsh, cold grip.

He squeezed his fingers into her cheeks and tilted her head up so he could leer over her with a sickening smirk.

"This is what you're into, isn't it? You're balling every guy in the station. Don't you want me too?"

He leaned down close enough so (Y/n) could smell the toothpaste on his breath and see the white flecks lingering at the corners of his mouth. When it looked like he was about to move in to kiss her, (Y/n) fought in his grip until she could wrench her head to the side. She wouldn't look at him. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

With his knee pinned between her thighs, it gave (Y/n) the angle to suddenly jolt her leg up and smash her knee into his groin. It was enough to loosen his grip on her jaw when he doubled over and spat a few curse words her way.

Her eyes snapped closed and she cried out when he slammed her head back into the fridge.

(Y/n) kept her arms crossed and thrust them down on his shoulders, forcing him back until she could stumble forwards and push him down onto his back. She ran, doubled over with one hand cradling the back of her head and her other arm around her stomach to try and tell herself to breathe and calm down and stop panicking.

"S-stay the fuck away from me!" (Y/n) spat down towards him, trying to keep her voice quiet in case anyone was close enough to hear them. She didn't want to cause a scene.

She couldn't tell anyone what he'd done. Telling Bobby would spark an internal investigation because Bobby wouldn't let harrassment go unpunished in his station. And (Y/n) didn't want to cause trouble or more paperwork and have everyone know and look at her. And she couldn't tell the boys. They would lose their minds if they found out what he'd done and (Y/n) wouldn't risk them getting reprimanded for starting a fight.

Straightening up, (Y/n) bolted towards the stairs, leaving the drinks long-forgotten on the floor next to Darren.

Her feet skidded and slipped beneath her as she jolted down the stairs, clinging to the rail to stop herself from falling down on her bum. The last thing she needed was an accident or an injury after that commotion.

Her heart lit up like a fire igniting in her chest when she saw Eddie at the bottom of the stairs. He was stood just to the side of the stairs, tucking his shirt into his trousers. He'd clearly gotten changed from being in the gym earlier which was presumably where Evan still was.

"Morning babe." He pulled his trousers a bit higher up on his hips before he reached his hand out and gripped the bottom of the railing.

Eddie's eyes narrowed a little at how fast (Y/n) came speeding down the stairs and his jaw slacked when she reached out for him before her feet touched the floor. Her arms deadlocked around his neck and she crashed into him, slamming her chest into his so fast Eddie had to take a few steps back to steady the pair of them. He locked his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against the side of her head, grinning as he kissed her temple.

"I guess you both missed me last night, huh?" He mumbled quietly against her temple as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. But his smile began to fade when he realised (Y/n) was shaking against him. "Babe, everything okay?"

(Y/n) tightened her arms around Eddie's neck and burrowed her face into his neck, breathing harshly against his skin when he tried to pull back. She pressed her chest so tightly into his that she could almost feel his heartbeat pulsing through his skin.

It was hard to fight off the tears threatening to pour down her face, but they were at work. (Y/n) didn't want to cause a scene or make issues and she didn't want to cry on shift. She had to compose herself and carry on as if everything was okay.

It wasn't as if she was partnered up with Darren, she barely went out on any calls with him and she wasn't likely to in the future either. She just had to make sure she didn't bump into him around the station- and pray he wouldn't bump into the boys either. And everything would be alright.

"I missed you."

She kept her face tucked into his neck and her lips tickled his skin when she wouldn't pull away enough to speak clearly. But Eddie still heard her and he shivered when she kissed his neck.

"You're shaking because you missed me? I don't buy it. Try again."

Eddie tightened his hands on (Y/n)'s hips and leaned back until she finally lifted her head to look up at him. He could tell something wasn't quite right and she couldn't fool him. She was shaking because of something else, not because she hadn't seen Eddie since early yesterday evening.

"I felt a bit panicky, that's all. I'm okay, just needed a hug." She could see the wheels turning in his mind when his eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips. The small hum he let out showed he was a little more convinced, but not totally accepting that everything was okay.

But he was willing to let it go for now and that was all that (Y/n) needed. She reached her hand round to cup his jaw and pressed a tender, if eager, kiss to his lips that did the trick to calm them both down and make him groan. He leaned forward into the kiss and grazed his teeth over her bottom lip but he growled against her lips again when the bell sounded. He tilted his forehead into hers when they parted and dug his fingers into her hip.

"Stopped by the bell," He murmured against her lips before he turned them both around to face the truck.

Off they went.

***

"You sure you're okay… you're rather quiet babe." Evan kept his voice low enough that (Y/n) barely heard his words. He hovered his lips against the side of her head and swooped his arm around her waist, reeling her into him until her back was pressed up against his chest.

He knew (Y/n) had woken up with the same level of energy as him this morning and she had seemed fine when they arrived to work. But she had barely spoken a word at the dinner table and she hadn't eaten much either. Evan didn't like it when she went quiet, it made him worry and then he would automatically fill the air because he hated silence.

"Just drifting, I guess."

She forced herself to smile and leaned her head back on Evan's shoulder, reaching her hand up so she could cup his cheek and press a tender kiss against his jaw.

She didn't feel shaky like she had this morning and being busy on shift had made her feel a lot better. But what happened this morning had dampened her mood a lot and (Y/n) felt like she had deflated. She didn't feel the energy to start a conversation or join in with the team, she just wanted to sit in silence and dwell for a while.

A grimace pulled on Evan's lips and he leaned forward to tuck his face into (Y/n)'s shoulder when the bell sounded. "At least we've had lunch," He kissed her neck and smiled as they both moved towards the stairs. He was glad they had managed to get through lunch today without rushing or gobbling food down and then feeling sick. They got to eat in peace and relax for ten minutes afterwards before the bell went off.

Evan's arm stayed looped around (Y/n)'s waist as they headed down the stairs, merged together like they were conjoined and it made (Y/n) relax. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her stomach jumped when Evan pushed further into her hips as they jogged down the stairs, but it was such a good feeling compared to the panic she had felt all morning.

Evan tilted his head back and listened to the speaker as he and (Y/n) moved to stand with the others in front of Bobby. This was a big call. A large fire was spreading through a field and catching the trees on fire. No casualties as of yet.

"I want everyone out on this call please." Bobby started pointing to divert people where he needed them. The whole station was going to be out on this one. "Hen, take the ambulance in case we have any casualties. Buck, Chim, Rhonda, head in truck one." He pointed around the floor and motioned for them to get their gear and head into the truck.

"Meet you there." Evan pecked the side of (Y/n)'s head and smiled into her skin when she squeezed his wrist before he unravelled from her and moved to grab his stuff.

"(Y/n), truck two."

She found herself nodding along, about to smile until she saw who else Bobby was motioning towards the second truck.

Oh no. Please no!

(Y/n)'s feet started to move before she knew what she was doing and she hurried over towards the locker. Her arms began to tremble as she slid them into her jacket and grabbed her helmet. Darren was going in truck two. He was going to be within close proximity of her. Why couldn't she head in the other truck with Evan? Why was Bobby doing this to her?

If (Y/n) asked someone to trade or she climbed into the other truck, someone would say she was doing it to be with Evan. She had to work alongside him, that was the agreement they all had. They could work alongside each other on shift but they couldn't always partner up or try to be together all the time. They had to work within the team, not just with each other. (Y/n) couldn't switch trucks without causing a commotion or raising questions and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

Her throat began to close up and she could feel tears welling in her eyes as her body started to tremble all over. She couldn't breathe. This wasn't fair. She knew what Darren would do, he would sit as close to her as he could. He would strike up a conversation and force her to be civil and pretend he was being kind when really he would try and torment her.

Maybe if she threw up she could hang back at the station. But would anyone say something if she did? Would Darren know she was avoiding him? Could she avoid him?

A fire sparked to life in (Y/n)'s chest when her eyes landed on a familiar mop of chocolate brown hair.

Eddie!

He was making a beeline for the second truck. He would be in there with her. This was her saving grace. She could sit with Eddie or just sit opposite him because he would be enough to ward Darren away from her. He wouldn't try anything if one of her partners was in the truck with them and if he did, Eddie would notice and he wouldn't let anything slide.

Shivers rolled down (Y/n)'s spine and through to her fingertips as she started to run towards the truck. She hazardly leaned around Bobby so she could toss her helmet in the compartment before she clambered up into the truck.

Eddie was sat next to the window and there was a seat free next to him.

(Y/n) didn't waste a second. She moved across and landed down in the seat with a thump. Her hands started to shake when she coiled her belt around her chest and clipped it in, but she could feel herself relaxing already. And when Eddie looked down at her with that dopey grin and handed her a headset, (Y/n) found his smile contagious.

Her smile began to fade when she realised who had sat down next to her on her right.

That was on purpose.

Darren could have chosen any of the two seats across from her. He didn't have to plonk himself down next to her but he did because he was doing this to torment her. He was getting payback for her thumping him earlier and brushing off his horrible advances. Surely he wouldn't try anything when Eddie was right there?

(Y/n) did her level best to keep the smile on her face but she wouldn't give Darren a single glance. She shifted round in her seat so her body was turned towards Eddie just as two more colleagues piled in. They were all sat together, squashed like sardines and a steady conversation floated through the speakers when Bobby got in the driver's seat and started their journey.

Her knees tensed together and her thighs quaked from how tightly she was pressing them together. She shifted her legs a little more to the left until her knees bumped into Eddie's thigh. He was sat with one hand on his thigh and the other arm resting casually against the window like he was posing for a picture and it made (Y/n) smile again.

When she felt Darren lean her way, whether it was on purpose or not she didn't care. She leaned into Eddie until her face was nuzzled into his florescent jacket and her arms were pressing into his side.

Eddie looked away from the window and glanced down at (Y/n) with a soft smile. But when she burrowed closer into his side, he took a deep breath and tilted his head back to see who was sat next to her. The seats weren't exactly large or spacious but they weren't tiny either, she shouldn't feel squashed or hemmed in.

Something unsettled Eddie but he didn't know why. He moved his right arm up and looped it around the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders so she could lean into his chest. His hand curled around her shoulder and he glided his fingertips up and down her arm while her head pressed into his chest.

"Okay?" He murmured into the top of her hair so it wouldn't go through the speakers and catch anyone's attention.

He felt her nod into his chest and it was enough to calm him down and reassure him that she wasn't suddenly feeling panicked or scared about anything. His lips pressed to the top of her head before he went back to looking out the window while his hand rhythmically rubbed up and down her arm to keep her calm.

***

(Y/n) swiped the helmet from her head and dropped it down on the floor along with her jacket and gloves. She left them next to Hen's equipment for the time being and moved to grab the hose so she could wind it up and lock it away in the truck.

The fire had taken a while to put out.

Half the trees in the open field had caught alight and were now burnt to cinders. The grass was dead and crunched beneath their boots along with the black and grey flakes of ash on the floor. At least they had managed to put the fire out before it spread too far into the surrounding area. And they had no casualties to take care of this time which was another relief.

Sweat rolled down the back of (Y/n)'s neck and slithered beneath the collar of her shirt and she rolled her shoulders to try and get rid of the feeling. Her sweaty palms reached down for the hose and she held it in her left hand and started to slowly coil it up.

She wound it from her wrist and down around her elbow in a large circle as she walked back towards the truck. They were almost finished packing all the equipment away, then they could get back to the station.

Once the hose was locked away, (Y/n) retraced her steps and grabbed her equipment and the few other helmets that had been piled up on the floor when the fires were all out. She made her way round the back of the truck to the other side and started neatly lining everything up in the compartment. If the helmets weren't piled together and stacked carefully, nothing else would fit in the small compartment.

"Alright there?"

The helmet in (Y/n)'s hands toppled down onto her boot before it bounced off and crashed on the floor next to her.

What was he doing? Where was everyone else? Couldn't someone round the corner so Darren wouldn't dare try anything? What had (Y/n) done to upset or annoy him enough to make him try and torment her like this? How was this any fun for him?

"Fine." (Y/n) kept her tone level and her voice loud so he wouldn't think he was intimidating her at all.

She leaned down and grabbed the helmet, trying to stop her sweaty hands from trembling when she shoved the helmet back with a thud and slammed the compartment shut. She wanted to find someone else on the team- someone she trusted, and hover by them. She didn't want to be anywhere near Darren, and especially not when no one else was around.

"Where are you going?" His tone was sickly sweet and the smile on his lips looked somewhat devilish and cruel. But it was the look in his eyes that set (Y/n) on edge and made her want to back away.

When he reached out, either to grab or touch her, (Y/n) flung her arm out to bat him away as she took a few cautious steps back.

"I told you this morning, stay away from me." There was no point side-stepping this conversation when (Y/n) didn't want to speak to him. She wasn't playing nice or talking pleasantries with him, she wanted to be as far away from Darren as possible and she wasn't going to talk to him unless it was strictly necessary.

"Why? Don't you have a thing for the guys at our station?"

"What are you trying to do?" (Y/n) rose her shoulders and held her hands out at her sides as anger boiled through her. She couldn't see his point or why he was doing this, was it fun for him? Did he relish in causing problems and making her uneasy? Did he have a vendetta against her? "Or do you just like being rejected?"

She tossed the insult his way with a look of hatred burning in her eyes. If he wanted to be rejected so badly (Y/n) would keep doing it the more he tried to mess with her. She had no problem telling him to get lost and stay away if he somehow thrived off of that, but it was getting ridiculous now.

She saw him coming.

She saw the way he lunged forward the moment she insulted him and it almost made her smile. (Y/n) lashed her arm out and grabbed his wrist, twisting it away from her before she reached forward and slapped him across the face.

"You're a bastard." Her free hand reached out for the truck to steady herself while she tried to turn around and leave.

(Y/n) needed to get back near the field and out from the shadows cast by the truck and the ambulance. She was penned in behind here, hidden from plain sight with someone she didn't trust and was starting to fear. (Y/n) needed to be somewhere where the rest of the team could see her so Darren couldn't try and play these games with her anymore.

But she didn't get far before he reached out and grabbed her before she could round the back of the truck.

Her body shuddered and her arms thrashed out in front of her but it didn't do anything when Darren's hands pushed her back into the truck. But instead of grabbing her chin like he had done this morning, his hand latched around her throat. The action made tears automatically well up in (Y/n)'s eyes and her lips parted but no air came in or out of her system.

She could feel her boots scraping against the grass, leaving indents and slash marks in the mud where she tried to hold her balance and push up to somehow allow herself to breathe.

Both her hands moved to grab at his wrist and try to claw at his face but she couldn't do very much when his other hand pinned her wrist into the truck and a clatter that resounded through her ears.

Why was he doing this?

(Y/n) tried to slam her shoulders back into the truck and find the momentum to push forward and thrust her weight onto him but he had her pinned like she was glued to the truck. His fingers dug into her neck like pinchers or sharp teeth puncturing into her neck and if she had enough breath, she would have hissed at the feeling.

Tears slid down her face as her shoulders burned and thrashed back into the truck and her back slid down when her feet started to slide in the dirt.

"Isn't this what you want?" His words leered in her ear and made her shiver and (Y/n) closed her eyes as tightly as she could so she wouldn't have to see his face hovering over hers. "How rough do you like it, sleeping with the whole team?"

He wouldn't let go. He wouldn't let her breathe. Stars were dancing across her eyes and blinkering in her vision. She was going to pass out.

(Y/n) did her best to scratch her own nails up and down his exposed arm to cause him some pain and try to get him to release her or just let her breathe. Her throat was starting to burn, his fingers were crushing her windpipe like it was a plastic bottle. He was going to damage her throat he he carried on for much longer.

Stop. Stop. Stop!

"Oi! What the fuck are you doing?!" Evan's dark, clawing voice ripped through the air but (Y/n) barely heard a word he said over the static building up in her ears.

When she opened her eyes, black dots sparkled in front of her like stars twinkling in the sky and she couldn't see Darren leering in front of her anymore. Her body tensed and pushed further back into the truck and her hands let go to slam back into the truck when she felt Evan beside her. She tried to brace herself and remain calm and as still as possible so Evan could get this maniac off of her.

Evan braced one hand on Darren's shoulder and moved the other to his wrist which he twisted to the right until he felt the joint tremor and jolt beneath his touch. He ripped Darren's fingers away from (Y/n)'s throat and pushed him back until he was stumbling over his feet.

Evan spared a quick glance over at (Y/n) and his heart dropped to his stomach when she slid down the truck and landed on her bum with a thud. Her arms cocooned to her chest and she sat, gasping and coughing for air like she had been drowning.

A sheet of red clouded Evan's vision, causing his eyes to squint, his nose to scrunch up and his upper lip to curl into a rabid snarl.

When Darren tried to slam his hands into Evan's arms to get him to let go, Evan scrunched Daren's shirt in his fists and yanked him closer. He didn't think twice before he thrust his head forward and slammed his temple down into Darren's nose until he heard it crack. The pain that blinded Evan's forehead and struck down behind his eyes faded out with the adrenaline that overpowered everything else. And he watched the blood pour down from Darren's nose, finally letting go of him to watch Darren stumble backwards and cradle his nose with a howl.

(Y/n) moved her shaking hands to touch her throat that felt like it was swollen up. Her skin felt raw as if she had been set on fire and her lungs were heaving and aching in her chest, trying to scramble for as much air as she could. It left her sat on the floor, wheezing and spluttering as her chest rose and fell horribly.

"Buck- what are you doing, what's going on?"

Her eyes started to focus again when Eddie's voice rang out through the air and she managed to turn her head to see him speeding across to them with Hen and Bobby following close behind.

Had they heard the commotion? Did they hear Evan start to shout and Darren scream in pain?

Oh God, they were going to have to find out what Darren had done now. (Y/n) would have to make a statement of how he had been acting towards her. This was the last thing she wanted.

She could feel the tears pouring down her face before Eddie even got close to her. He looked perplexed, wanting to comfort her but also wanting to stop Evan from making this situation any worse. Their partner was stood leering over Darren with clenched fists and his shoulders tensed and hunched up, ready to start a brawl here in front of everyone. But Eddie had to go down on his knees next to (Y/n) because she was clearly hurt and she was sobbing, that meant she was in more need of help right now.

His hands reached out for her and he shuffled closer so he could cup her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed across her cheeks, wiping away the torrential downpour of tears that made his heart shatter.

"Sweetheart, what's happened?" Eddie kept his voice low and he dared to trace his thumb along (Y/n)'s lower lip before he held her chin and carefully tilted her head up so he could see why she was gasping so badly.

His blood ran cold when he saw the discolouration around her neck in the shape of fingerprints.

It was hard for Eddie to control the rage burning up inside of him but he did his best to stop himself from moving away or saying something he shouldn't. They were on shift and Evan had already started throwing punches by the look of things. They didn't need Eddie getting involved too.

He pressed his fingers beneath (Y/n)'s jaw and felt her pulse until her hand clamped down on his wrist and she leaned forward. She tucked her face into his neck and pressed herself as close into his chest as she could until her shaking started to make Eddie tremble too. He curled an arm around her waist and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Buck- Buck stop! That's enough!" Bobby wrapped both his arms around Evan's biceps and pinned his arms behind him. He took three steps back and dragged Evan with him after Evan pulled his knee up and smashed it into Darren's groin.

Hen moved to stand in front of him and she reached out to give Darren a nudge until he flopped back and sat down on the floor. He had blood gushing down from his broken nose, drenching the rest of his face and now he was sat groaning and whimpering. He needed to sit down before he fell down.

"What are you doing?"

"I walked round the corner and found him pinning (Y/n) to the truck by her throat! The bastard was strangling her so I taught him a lesson." Evan pulled his arms out of Bobby's grip and stumbled forward. He wasn't about to lunge into another attack but he didn't want to be restrained.

There was no way Evan would just stand there and watch someone attack his girlfriend in broad daylight, while they were on shift no less. Whatever Darren thought he was doing, he wasn't about to get away with it and if they weren't at work, Evan would have given him more than a bruised ego and a broken nose. He barely knew Darren as it was, he didn't work with him on many shifts and he didn't think (Y/n) did either. He couldn't see why he would suddenly attack her out of nowhere but Evan didn't really care why.

Nothing Darren said would explain this and he wasn't going to get away with it.

(Y/n) scrunched her fingers into Eddie's shirt and moved her head to press her face into his shoulder when his hands slid round to cup her hips. He kept his lips pressed against her head and gently lifted her up with him.

Once they were both back on their feet, Eddie nudged (Y/n) back until she was propped up against the truck and he was stood between her legs. His fingers squeezed soothingly into her hips and he tilted his head to the side, pressing his temple against the side of her head while his lips hovered over her cheek near the corner of her mouth.

"Did he do something this morning? You came downstairs in a panic… was that because of him?" Eddie kept his voice quiet as he kissed the corner of her mouth and nudged his nose against hers.

There had to be more to it than this. Darren couldn't just attack (Y/n) out of the blue, he had to have a reason no matter how stupid it was. And Eddie refused to believe something hadn't been wrong this morning when (Y/n) was almost slipping into a panic attack.

Coupled with the way he'd seen her burrow into his side in the truck to distance herself from Darren cemented everything in his mind.

"Sweetheart, tell me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes and slid her hands up Eddie's chest to cup his neck. She tried to stop her breathing from running away without her but it was hard when the shaking wouldn't subside and her chest felt like it was restarting itself. She knew she would have to explain. She couldn't hide this from them and Bobby would need an explanation soon for a report about all of this.

Her nose brushed against Eddie's cheek as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "He cornered me in the kitchen, he t… he tried to pin me up… said I was fucking half the station."

(Y/n)'s blood ran cold when Eddie tensed up against her like he was turning to stone before her eyes.

A jolt ran down her spine when Eddie smashed his fist into the side of the truck and turned around so quickly (Y/n) barely saw him move. Her heart jumped up into her throat while a stone set deep in her stomach. She stumbled forward, reaching her hands out to latch them around Eddie's bicep and pull him back before he had chance to get near Darren. She couldn't be the cause of any more fights or arguments.

"Eddie no-"

"He tried it on this morning! The jealous little prick tried to hurt her this morning too."

"She was asking for it."

(Y/n) pushed herself into Eddie's back and pressed her face into the back of his shoulder, keeping her arms tightly bound around his bicep. She felt his hand reach back to clamp down on her hip, making sure she stayed behind him and so he could ground himself to her so he didn't go and start a fight he desperately wanted to win.

"You'd better shut up before I break your neck!" Evan shook off Bobby's hold when he tried to reach out for him again. It was Darren they needed to restrain, not Evan.

He turned his back on the man sat on the floor, coughing and spewing up blood that was pouring down from his nose. He made a beeline over for his partners despite the fury burning deep within his eyes and the blood rushing along his neck to taint his face.

"Enough! Hen, take him back to the station in the ambulance, I'll deal with your disciplinary action when we get back. You three, in the truck please before I have to write you up too." Bobby didn't want to have to do any more paperwork than necessary and he wasn't going to tell Evan off when he was defending his partner. But he couldn't have them fighting any more than this.

"Are you alright?" Evan ran his hands up and down (Y/n)'s arms and kissed the back of her head while she loosened her grip on Eddie's arm so he could turn around and face them both.

She found herself nodding but neither of them believed her. (Y/n) wasn't even sure she believed herself.

Her throat was killing and throbbing and aching and it felt like her neck had been stretched. Her chest was still shuddering and quaking and her heart was battering in her chest like it was about to give out.

(Y/n) let herself sink back into Evan's chest while Eddie went back to cupping her hips and leaned over so he could kiss her temple.

"Don't worry, he won't dare come anywhere near you again. I'll break his legs if he does."

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hurt/comfort buddie fics.

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a leaf falls on loneliness (highly recommend this fic!!) by: iimpossible_things "buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “i’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. really, he doesn’t. the 118 has too many good, kind people for that. but every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to eddie or bobby or hen or chim, he hears eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.” —you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting— so each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence." word count: 11k important tags: angst, fluff, happy ending, orginal male character blue skies by: spaceprincessem "buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down" word count: 36k important tags: my sisters keeper au, original characters, ptsd, nightmares, emotional whump, evan buckley break down, getting together and i'm not good at winning fights anymore by: spaceprincessem "five times buck needs to feel eddie's heartbeat and the one time eddie needs to feel his" word count: 24k important tags: 5+1 things, whump, protective!eddie diaz, getting together, soft boys in love, ptsd give your heart and soul to charity by: 42hrb "eddie dumps god, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself" word count: 12k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, pov eddie diaz, character study, catholic guilt, therapy, pining, getting together i could find you darling, in any life by: justhockey "buck and eddie meet in afghanistan. it changes everything." word count: 27k important tags: diferent first meeting au, army!eddie diaz, navy seal!evan buckley, emotional infidelity, slow burn, hurt/comfort, love confessions catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown" word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, mental/emotional breakdown, bobby nash as evan buckley parent, multiple pov stay by: soft_satan buck’s voice was soft and hesitant, but full of patience when he finally spoke again. “did I do something to upset you, chris? i can leave—” "no!” chris whirled on him, a complete shift from the standoffish vibe he had been giving a second ago. the tears he bravely held back finally broke free from his eyes, sliding down his rosy cheeks from behind his glasses. he shook his head vehemently, the yellow crayon falling to the table. “no, I’m not mad. please…” his words turned to whimpers, his lip trembling. “please don’t leave me too.” word count: 31k important tags: whump, angst, family feels, found family, getting together, team as family

habits by: whileyouresleeping "buck's not sure what's going on when eddie starts kissing him on the head after a rough call, only now it's a thing, and it's a thing buck would very much like to continue if he knew what it meant." word count: 4.9k important tags: tooth-rotting fluff, mild hurt/comfort stick with you by soft_satan "eddie licked his dry lips as he reached for his radio, trying to keep his movements slow and delicate to prevent any more damage to himself or buck. “diaz to captain nash.” “go for nash,” came bobby’s quick reply. “you two okay? where are you?” “we’re in a bit of a sticky situation here…” “we’re a shish kabob, cap!” buck chimed in. eddie rolled his eyes" word count: 5.9k important tags: impalements, whump, getting together, love confessions, hurt!buddie still by: brewsrosemilk "for the first time, buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. dirt to dig at. a door to break through. something. there’s nothing. “your guess was correct, diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “you’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. don’t shift. when you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." word count: 9.3k important tags: near death experience, love confessions, happy ending, first kiss

be my baby (i'll look after you) by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck finally breaks down after fixing everyone but himself" word count: 1.5k important tags: nightmares, ptsd, panic attacks, pet names, cuddling, pre-relationship, almost love confession i was made for you by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck’s taking care of christopher while eddie is in texas when chris gets sick and has to get surgery." word count: 5.3k important tags: sick!christopher diaz, parent evan buckley, hospitals, bobby nash is evan buckley's parent, getting together, 118 crew as family i know you're hurting (but so am i) by: justhockey "eddie understands better than maybe anyone else ever could, how it feels to have everything unravel in the palm of your hands. he knows frustration - he knows fury. he’s painfully familiar with that burning rage that crackles in the tips of your fingers, that makes your skin hot and chest tight, and makes you want to punch anyone that dares to even look at you. but that doesn’t give chim the right to lay a damn hand on buck" word count: 3.7k important tags: ptsd, feelings realisation, protective!eddie diaz, communication, 5x04 coda of bikes and concussions by: datleggy "buck gets into an accident on his way to work in the morning, and before he can explain why he's late, he gets thoroughly chewed out and the rest of his day goes way downhill from there." word count: 7.6k important tags: injured!evan buckley, misunderstandings, father-son relationship (buck and bobby), team as family it's okay by: itsmylifekay "buck gets hurt on a call and doesn’t tell anyone." word count: 11k important tags: injury, dissociation, buck needs a hug love language by: whileyouresleeping "eddie's love language is acts of service, and buck doesn't totally get it." word count: 6.4k important tags: mild hurt/comfort, pining, fluff, friends to lovers don't go without me by: ingu "there was a snap, and a crack, and buck was suddenly weightless. the car, the tree, eddie, everything was falling. buck was falling. falling." word count: 31k important tags: major character injury, pining, team as family, whump, love confessions, getting together accidental (please check tw!!) by: rosefield "post lawsuit, buck accidentally cuts his arm. he decides that maybe not getting help is best for everyone." word count: 36k important tags: depression, suicide attempt, post-lawsuit, worried!eddie diaz, happy ending

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Poker Night

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: You think it’s just a normal poker night for Lloyd and his friends. However, Lloyd has other plans in mind. 

Warnings: SMUT, degrading language, dumbificaiton, public play, humiliation, spanking, rough unprotected sex, use of safe word.

A/N: This fic honestly took a bit of a weird turn. It started as a really rough fic and ended way fluffier than I thought it was going to. So it may be slightly OOC but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

You paced around your room, trying to decide whether or not it was worth it to sneak downstairs. You had been dying of thirst for well over an hour now and you desperately needed something to drink. However, it was poker night. That meant you were quarantined to your room while Lloyd and his buddies played. He didn’t like to be interrupted on poker night. He was usually so busy cheating his way through game after game that he liked to have his concentration and the moment you walked in the room you would be a distraction. However, you were in such desperate need of some water that you decided to risk his wrath to sneak into the kitchen for a glass. 

Slipping down the staircase, you make your footsteps as quiet as possible. Watching your feet carefully you avoid anything that might be in your way until you’re standing in front of the refrigerator. This would be the hard part. Opening the cabinet door as silently as you can, you pull out a glass and make your way for the fridge. You press the sensor in the door and it begins to make an obnoxious buzzing sound as it pours water into your glass. This causes you to wince as you know that the sound is a very distinct one. As soon as your glass is filled up you begin tiptoeing your way back up to your room, eyes still fixated on your feet. Just as you think you’ve made it home free you run into a wall of muscle standing at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up you realize you’ve been caught as Lloyd towers menacingly over you, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well hi there sunshine!” He says with his usual cheerfulness. 

“I’m sorry Lloyd, I was just so thirsty. I had to get some water--” 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m glad you came down. Why don’t you come sit with us?” As he says this he gestures in towards the dining room. Looking in the direction of his hand you can see the table full of men, their eyes all boring into you. You recognized each of them from past business negotiations and meetings at the house. You knew them all to be incredibly dangerous men since they were in the same business as your boyfriend. Surprisingly you were easily able to conjure each of their names. There was Ari, Frank, Ransom, and Steve. Each one of them was chiseled and handsome as well as scarily muscular like Lloyd. The sight of them all staring you down had you trembling but you knew better than to defy a direct order. 

“Okay.” You say with a small glance to Lloyd who is smiling down at you. The whole situation struck you as odd. Lloyd was never pleased when you disturbed their game yet now he was ushering you in alongside them like it was no big deal. To you, though, it was a big deal. Lloyd had something up his sleeve. You weren’t sure what yet but you knew him well enough to know that he was planning something devious. However you knew to keep your mouth shut. 

When you entered the dining room the eyes of the other men followed you. Upon reaching the table you realized that there were only enough chairs for the others. “There’s no place for me to sit.” 

“Of course there is. Right here. On my lap.” As he says this he pats on his thigh and you realize the kind of plans he has for you. Bracing yourself for the rest of the evening you approach Lloyd slowly before draping yourself over his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Do you see what I’m talking about? She’s just such a dumb little baby.” As he addresses the other men he strokes your hair absentmindedly. His words make you blush as you avoid the gazes of the others in the room. Now that you’re sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, put on display, you recognize the look on their faces. Hunger. 

“What’s going on?” You inquire, unable to stop the bubbling question from escaping you. Lloyd lets out a hearty laugh at this. 

“Look at that. Maybe she’s not as dumb as she seems.” The men all chuckle in response and you’re suddenly very aware of what you’re wearing. A cheeky little pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra. You had been getting ready for bed when you decided to come downstairs. Now you felt nearly naked as Lloyd’s hand trailed up and down your thigh which was crossed over his lap. “Here’s the thing pumpkin. As you know, it’s poker night. Now normally we just bet around obscene amounts of money but tonight we decided to make things a little more exciting. So I put you on the table.” 

“So ...” You try to wrap your mind around what he’s telling you. “You’re going to let your friends fuck me?” This causes booming laughter to escape him as he clamps a hand down on your thigh. 

“Jesus, just when I think you’ve got a little bit of smarts in that brain of yours you say things like that and it just reminds me how stupid my little girl is.” Your cheeks become hot with shame as you realize that you’ve misunderstood what this evening is about. “No. You’re mine. Only mine. You know that cupcake. No, what I had in mind is treating our guests to a little show. I want all of them to see how beautiful you look when you’re cumming on my cock.” His crass words do nothing for the growing wetness between your legs. There’s something about his confidence and the way he likes to show you off that turns you on more than anything else could. “What do you say? Shall we show these boys just what a perfect little slut you are?” 

“Yes Daddy.” You mumble under your breath. At this he grabs your jaw hard and makes you look him in the eyes. 

“You know better than that. Say it so that we can all hear you.” With your jaw still firm in his grip he turns your head so that you’re forced to look at the other men who are all watching you expectantly. 

“Yes Daddy.” You say loudly enough that all can hear. Just when you think that he humiliation is over he chimes in again. 

“Yes what Daddy?” You know just the answer he wants to hear. 

“Yes I want you to use me like a little slut in front of all your friends daddy.” That satisfies him as he lets go of your jaw.

“That’s a good girl. Now stand up for me.” You do as he says quickly so that he can stand beside you. He’s intimidatingly tall and it makes you feel especially vulnerable now with his friends watching him take you by the waist and turning you around so he can kiss you deeply. You open your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue entry. 

“She looks like she knows how to use that mouth.” You recognized Ransom’s voice as Lloyd continued his onslaught of kisses.

“Oh trust me. She does.” Lloyd added with a chuckle before looking down at you. “Why don’t we take off a few of those layers, huh?” 

“Yes Daddy.” You say, taking a hold of the bottom of your shirt. 

“Ah, hold your horses.” He says, taking a hold of your hand to stop you. “It’s a show, remember? Take your time.” Trying to obey his orders you start lifting your shirt up more slowly, however he quickly stops you again. “You have to face them. It’s no good if they can’t see. You know what, since you can’t quite figure this out ... Daddy’s gonna help you.” With that he takes you by the hips to turn you around so you’re facing the others. As soon as he has you in position he grabs the hem of your tank top and begins tugging it upwards. He goes at an agonizingly slow pace, showing off every inch of your stomach until he’s just below your breasts. With one swift tug your tits come spilling out from the bottom of the tank top. Each of the men takes you in appreciatively, their breathing becoming heavy.

“That’s right boys. Take it all in.” As he says this he pulls the tank top off, discarding it haphazardly. Resting his head down on your shoulder he wraps his arms around you to play with your tits. Groping them, squeezing them together, shaking them in every direction, pinching your hard nipples. You can’t help but let out a yelp when he pulls your nipples downwards as hard as he can. “Get a good look at the most gorgeous set of tits you’ll ever see.” Lloyd tells them, eyes focused on where his hands are playing with you relentlessly. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding Lloyd. She’s beautiful.” Frank chimes in, unable to tear his eyes away from your tits. When you remain silent Lloyd gives each of your breasts a hard smack, making you cry out. 

“What do you say when my friends give you a nice compliment?” 

“Thank you Frank.” You whimper, looking into his eyes as he tears them away from your chest to make eye contact with you. 

“You’re quite welcome.” He says with a smile. 

“Anytime someone says something nice about this perfect body of yours, I want you to say thank you like a good little slut. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” You say, turning to look up at him. 

“Let’s practice shall we? You’ve got the prettiest tits sunshine. It’s like they were made just for me. I adore the way they feel in my hands.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” At this you can’t help but smile. Compliments from Lloyd aren’t rare by any means but they never fail to make you grin. He grabs you by the jaw again but much more softly this time.

“Look at that smile boys. Isn’t she just precious?” As he says this he turns you to face them again and you maintain your sweet little smile, showing yourself off for them. “I love that pretty little smile baby.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” You say again, not forgetting his command. 

“That’s a good girl. Now you’re using that baby brain.” Without warning he spins you around so you’re facing him. “Let’s not forget to show off that sweet peach too, huh, pumpkin?” His fingers grip the hem of your shorts and he begins to pull them down slowly, working them over the curve of your ass. Upon seeing that you have on panties he huffs, frustrated that he has more layers to take off. “I’m going to have to make a new rule for you. No panties on poker night.” You bury your head in his shoulder as he takes your shorts the rest of the way off. Next he takes a hold of the panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. You yelp when he does, making him chuckle. Pretty soon he’s pulled them down over your ass, letting them slide down your legs to join your shorts on the floor. You’re now completely exposed for all of your boyfriend’s lusty buddies.  

Lloyd takes a firm hold of your ass, squeezing your soft malleable flesh. Your hands find his biceps as he gives you a harsh smack, watching your butt jiggle. “That’s right. You just hold on to Daddy while he shows off this perfect body.” He whispers in your ear, giving you another smack. He bounces both cheeks in his hands, enjoying the way your skin ripples each time that he does. “Goddamn, I love this ass. I could spend hours abusing this pretty little peach.”  

“I bet it would look even prettier all red and raw.” Ari commented, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he readjusts in his seat. 

“Oh you think so? Let’s test that theory shall we?” Lloyd adds before beginning a barrage of blows to your ass, making you scream and hold onto him tighter. Each smack is more painful than the last as you can feel yourself being smacked raw. Heat radiates from both cheeks as you whimper helplessly into his shoulder. When he’s satisfied with the deep shade of red that has bloomed on your ass he stops, removing his hands so that the men can see what he’s done to you. “What do you think Ari? Is it as pretty as you imagined?”

“Fuck. Even better than I could have hoped.” The man said. Some part of you was thankful that you couldn’t see their eyes on you but that didn’t last for long. Lloyd spun you around to face them and when you did your face immediately went white at what you saw. All four of his friends had their cocks out and were stroking furiously at the sight of Lloyd abusing you. Some part of you was ashamed. However more than anything you were turned on knowing that you had made all of them hard at just the sight of you. 

“Look at them sunshine. All these big dangerous men stroking themselves while looking at your slutty body. Do you like that? Do you like the effect you have on them?” You started to nod but Lloyd quickly had a grip on your throat, stopping your movements. “Uh-uh. You know better than that sweetheart. Use your words.” 

“Yes Daddy. I like knowing that I made them all so hard.” 

“I bet you do. Dirty little slut.” He says, giving your ass one last smack. “Alright boys. I think you’ve had enough teasing. Let’s get on to the real show. I’m ready to fuck this tight little pussy.” His words make you blush warmly as he puts his hands tightly on your hips. “Why don’t you get up on the table cupcake?” 

“What about all the cards and the chips Daddy?” You ask, looking at the mess. Lloyd answers your question with one swift brush of his arm across the surface of the table. The cards and chips go flying across the dining room, scattering all over the floor. 

“Get up on the table. Now.” He commands you and you oblige him, jumping onto the edge of the table. As soon as you’re sitting comfortably he pushes you onto your back. “Here’s how this is gonna go. Ari, grab her right arm. Frank, left arm. Steve, grab her right leg. And Ransom, you grab her left leg. Spread her out as wide as you can. I want her properly displayed when I sink my cock inside of her.” 

The men all jump into action, grabbing your limbs and stretching you out. You whimper as you watch Lloyd unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, his evident hard on springing free as he tugs down his boxers. 

“You ready?” You almost nod but remember your previous lesson. 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Good girl. Let’s show these boys what you can really do.” With that he leans down to kiss you tenderly. He is surprisingly gentle as his lips press against yours however he shows his true nature when he shoves his cock balls deep inside of you in a single thrust. This makes you yelp against his mouth and he smiles, his lips still fixed on yours. 

“God, she sounds so good. Those moans are beautiful.” Steve told you both, hand gripping your leg extra tight as he watched you. 

“Thank you Steve.” You said in a gasp. When Lloyd straightened up again you looked around at the other men to see that they were all still stroking their cocks furiously. It made you want to hide away, all this manly and lustful attention fixated completely on you. 

“Good girl. You’re remembering so well.” Lloyd said as he continued to push in and out of you, his fat dick driving deeply inside until it was bruising your cervix. The sounds that filled the room were pornographic. Your whimpering moans combined with the panting of the other men added with Lloyd’s grunting as he pounds into you. It was a spectacular symphony that made your cunt throb. Lloyd felt you clenching and groaned loudly. He fucked you faster, not able to hold back as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Daddy!” You whimpered. 

“What baby girl? Does it just feel too good? Why don’t you tell Daddy’s friends how much you love my cock inside of you?” 

“I love my Daddy’s cock inside of me! Love the way he fucks me.” 

“Jesus Christ. Fuck her harder Lloyd. Give the girl what she wants.” Ransom said, pumping his cock just a little harder. 

“What do you think boys? Should I fuck her harder?” The consensus in the room was a resounding yes. “You heard them baby.” With that he begins fucking you like he’s never fucked you before. His cock is spearing into you at a brutal pace causing you to scream. He’s rubbing you raw on the inside, making you squeal and squirm. Reaching up he takes a firm hold of your throat, choking you as he drives into your wet heat. You try to push away but the men have you in a tight hold, stopping you from going anywhere. Everything becomes suddenly too much for you. All of the sounds and sights and feelings cause your head to spin. Lloyd is grabbing you so tightly that you can’t breathe and the edges of your vision start to become fuzzy. Tears stream from your eyes in waves as you try to get out the words. The words that will save you from Lloyd’s torment. 

“Lemon twist!” You’re finally able to choke out. 

“Stop! Everybody stop!” Lloyd yells, pulling out immediately. The men all stop fisting their cocks, exchanging wary looks to each other. Lloyd quickly tucks his cock into his jeans and zips them up, straightening himself out. As he does so the other men take the hint and shove their dicks back into their pants, letting go of you and stepping away from the table. Lloyd helps you sit up, nestling himself between your legs to wrap his arms around you. You don’t stop the tears from flowing as you bury your head in his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him the same way he does for you. He holds you like that until you stop crying before stepping towards the other men. “Thanks for the fun boys but I think me and my girl need some time alone. We’ll see you all next week. Drive safe.” That’s all it takes for the men to say their goodbyes and shuffle out of the house. 

“Thank you Daddy.” You hiccup, reaching for him again. 

“You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you baby.” Lloyd says, coming back over to you and wrapping his arms around you again. “I may be rough with you but that never means I don’t care about you.” 

“I know Lloyd.” You say, nestling warmly into his chest. His hand strokes your hair gently as he kisses the top of your head. 

“Come on sunshine. Let’s get you to bed.” He takes you by the hand and leads you up the stairs to the bedroom where he tucks you into bed, making sure that you’re comfortable. “You gonna be alright baby?” You nod and this time he lets it slide. “Well Daddy has some work to do. I’m gonna let you get some rest, okay?” You nod again and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You say and with that the man disappears, leaving you with only your thoughts and the remnants of his kisses. 

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

"Nobody has pointed out the only time we see #chrisevans n #alba together when there is something. Pap1 WN2, ghosted premiere, pap2 scajo &josh Christmas party, pap3 her movie coming out, oscars party. No pictures of them just being out. Too many poses"

Saw this on X and couldn't agree more.

I'm Team Chris for this reason and as a strong intuitive and tarot reader I know his kind soul and the way his energy makes me feel calm and I also know about Hollyweird antics. Remember his faces whenever he is alone with her, ofc yd he had to smile. Maybe we're coming to an end since people said he wasn't wearing the ring which is a big hint. Or maybe this is the last sighting and he's done. Maybe he got promised GK in the future which we know it's his biggest dream and one would do anything to make his dream come true, right?

Team Chris 💙

This is for certain blogs:

CHRIS EVANS IS NOT RACIST NOR NAZI AND HE'S PROVED US THAT FOR 20+ YEARS SO STOP WITH THE BS JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE HIM ANYMORE. JUST STOP OR HIS GUIDES WILL PUNISH YOU HARSHLY. JUST LEAVE THE FANDOM BEC YOU'RE A BURDEN FOR WE REAL FANS.

I seriously don't know what to believe anymore. I meant it when I said that.

I just want him to be happy. And not suffer. This shit won't help, but we gotta let our frustrations out somewhere.

And that goes for him for selling this. It's sending the wrong message!

[tawaifeddiediaz]

[in/sp]

[Image ID: eight gifs of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1. Overlaid is text from a tumblr post in white font:

GIF 1: Eddie turning to look at Buck incredulously after Buck makes the comment about it not actually raining men. The text reads, "I'm all in for those ships."

GIF 2: Buck grinning widely as he plays with Jee-Yun, seated on his kitchen island counter. The text reads, "Where one is really cute."

GIF 3: Buck scraping a plastic knife in a frosting container. Off-screen, Chris calls out for him, and Buck glances up once with a slight smile to show he's listening. The text reads, "And looks so innocent."

GIF 4: Buck looming over the coroner, stepping closer to him threateningly, using his height to intimidate the other man. The text reads, "But can cut your neck if you piss them off."

GIF 5: Eddie dodging blows from an opponent in the street fighting ring before swinging his own fists at him. The text reads, "And the other seems all rough."

GIF 6: Eddie laying in the field hospital, blood and grime crusted over him, his arm in a sling and the bullet wound in his shoulder bandaged. He swallows thickly. The text reads, "With a tragic past and all"

GIF 7: Eddie glancing at Chris on the couch, his smile faltering when he realizes Chris is serious about moving the tree's placement. He puts his hands up in surrender. The text reads, "But is a big cute puppy."

GIF 8: Eddie pushing his hair out of his face as the 118 wheels Buck into the ambulance, transitioning to a gif of Eddie gripping the rope Buck was using to get Sal out of the warehouse fire, tugging hard. The text reads, "Who wll follow the other to the ends of the earth."

/end ID]

[youremyheaven]

vedic astrology observations

every revati i personally know has a dysfunctional relationship with either/both parent. there are celebrity examples as well

Angelina Jolie, Ellen DeGeneres, Rihanna, Cardi B (all Revati Moon)

2. two tier naks like uttaraphalguni & purvaphalguni, uttarashada & purvashada, uttarabhadrapada & purvabhadrapada often appear together

Jin is UBP moon & Yoongi is PBP sun

Jisoo is Purvashada Sun & Jennie is Uttarashada Sun

Bella is Purvaphalguni Moon & rising, Anwar is Uttaraphalguni rising

3.i have noticed that many punarvasu natives veer between either extreme in their early life, i.e, either they grow up extremely wealthy & comfortable or they grow up struggling/have difficult childhoods.

many royals have Punarvasu nakshatra (ex: Charlotte Casiraghi) and its generally seen as a wealth giving nakshatra but many famous Punarvasus have had rough childhoods, like drew barrymore, keanu reeves, eartha kitt (all punarvasu moon) and meghan markle (punarvasu rising) ive often noticed that the father being absent/being abandoned by the father is also a common theme in the lives of these natives (literally all the people i just mentioned grew up either without their father or saw him very less).

4. "The Nice Guys"

certain celebrities have a reputation for being "a nice guy"; they're humble, cordial, very grounded and polite. Ardra, Punarvasu & Pushya were the most common nakshatras among them. its not surprising to me that these celebs who have a reputation for being "nice", have naks in the Gemini-Cancer spectrum. im not saying other naks aren't capable of being nice, just that these naks have a tendency to make you known for being nice.

Tom Hanks, Punarvasu Sun, Pushya Moon

Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon & stellium

Adam Sandler, Ardra Moon

Emilia Clarke, Ardra moon

Paul Rudd, Ardra rising

Mark Hamill, Pushya moon

Chris Evans, has Mercury & Venus in Ardra. His luminaries also consist entirely of Deva gana naks (Mrig sun, Swati moon & Anuradha rising)

Chris Hemsworth has Mars in Pushya

ive often been asked why i include placements other than the "big 3" when making observations and i want to say, please dont be misguided by pop-astrology narrative that your sun, moon & rising are "the most important" placements. they represent your ego, mind and appearance but its a very western mindset to say that "importance" is confined only to these aspects of an individual. a person is more than just the sum of their parts. every placement affects you. your mercury is how you communicate and express yourself, does that not sound important to you? mars is how we assert ourselves and conduct ourselves, venus is how we channel beauty, love and abundance. all of these are "important"!!!

6. Serpent Yoni (Rohini & Mrigashira) natives are probably some of the most private people ever. They're extremely protective of their personal space & it's not uncommon for them to stay off of social media entirely. If you consider the fact that snakes live in hidden spaces, away from the reach of most animals/people, it makes sense as to why these natives exhibit similar behaviour

Adele (Venus in Mrigashira)

Enya (Mrigashira Moon), she lives alone in a castle in the middle of nowhere in Ireland 😭😭thats sooo Mrig coded

Sandra Bullock (Mrigashira stellium) she's also been subject to stalking & harassment (a common Mrig theme) her home was invaded in 2014 etc but she's in semi retirement now and says she will never join social media

Jennifer Lawrence (Mrigashira Moon)

her privacy has been invaded brutally but she has always been adamant on protecting it.

Brigitte Bardot (Rohini Moon) she retired in the 70s and has since lived in the French countryside

Cillian Murphy (Rohini Sun) we lit rally know nothing about him

7. ive noticed with bharani men is that they tend to have difficult relationships with their fathers/the father is absent somehow, they're however very fond of their moms and sooo many of them have an older sister??? who they are also very close to???

Robert Downey Jr had a very complicated relationship with his father who encouraged his son to do drugs with him as a child etc

I had already mentioned that Revati natives often come from dysfunctional families, Rob has a Revati sun & stellium and he is Bharani moon. His rising is Ashlesha which is also often seen in natives who come from abusive or controlling homes.