Hello lovelies! So this is my second and last entry for @stargazingfangirl18 5k Soft Dark Challenge! This honestly took me so long because i’m lazy and was waiting for inspiration to strike! Regardless, I had a lot of fun with it! Does that make me a bad person? Probably. 🤷♀️
This stars everyone’s favorite dirty boat daddy. I’m sorry I used him but there are hardly any dark Frank fics out there! Wanted to go outside of the box. Be different.
Anyways, please don’t hate me that I made him dark. And please remember this is just an act of fiction. This is also a dark fic. It includes dub/non con. So if that bothers you, please don’t read.
Also, if you’re under 18, please kindly fuck off. You don’t need to be reading this. Where are your parents?
Without further ado!
Warnings: darkFrank, unprotected sex, manipulation, dub/non con(again, if this bothers you, please don’t read), language
“Fuck, Y/N, gonna cum! Where do you want it?”
The fact that you were currently on your hands and knees getting dicked down by your boyfriend of 8 months in some rich guy’s boat is not your fault. Nope.
You had just innocently come by to bring him lunch. Not to see him all sweaty and shirtless. Psh. Those kinds of dirty thoughts didn’t enter your head.
He had just pulled another orgasm out of you, so it was definitely his turn. You quickly pull away from him and turn around to take him in your mouth before he has time to realize you moved.
You barely get your mouth around him before you feel his spend starting to fill your throat. You happily and greedily swallow him all down.
Once you open your mouth and show him you were a good girl and swallowed it all, he hauls you up in front of him to place a sweet kiss on your lips.
“Thanks for bringing me lunch, hot stuff.” He tells you with a dirty smirk on his face and a smack to your ass. You think you’d be embarrassed that you let it escalate as far as it did, but, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to give a fuck.
You quickly stand up and right your dress as he also stands up and buttons his jeans.
“Well, I’ve been enough of a distraction. I’ll let you get back to work, handsome. Call me later?”
He pulls you in for one more quick kiss. “Of course, baby. You still coming to dinner tomorrow night? Mary is really excited to learn some cooking.”
You give him a big smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything, Adler.”
He mirrors your smile. “And then it’s just you and me Saturday night if that’s still good for you?”
With a roll of your eyes, you answer him. “Do I ever miss a Saturday?”
He smirks. “True. You have no self control when it comes to this cock.”
You playfully gasp and pretend to be offended as you descend the steps by the boat, sticking your tongue out at him in the process. You can hear his laugh as you reach the dock.
The smile that overtook your face as you walked back home couldn’t be contained even if you tried.
Frank Adler was just amazing. You can’t believe you got so lucky. You met him and sweet Mary just 2 short years ago when you moved into the apartment next to his. He was a little standoffish at first but after he saw how sweet you were with Mary, he warmed up to you.
He was dating Mary’s teacher at the time. So you remained friends. Which was fine for you. Not like you were looking for anything serious anyway.
Well his relationship only lasted about 6 months after that. She kept pressuring him to settle down, get engaged, and have some kids. But Frank didn’t want that. He already had his hands full with Mary. Plus he’d never really wanted kids of his own. He also never really wanted to get married.
This is why the 2 of you worked so well together. You weren’t much of a believer in marriage and the whole 9 yards either. You were just happy the way you were. You guys loved each other, why ruin that with marriage and kids? Plus he already had Mary, who in your mind was perfect. What more could you want?
You were grateful you guys were on the same page about kids. You’d had a few past boyfriends break up with you over the fact that you didn’t want them. Called it a deal breaker. But that’s okay because it led you to Frank. Not only was he amazing in general, but he just also happened to be the best sex you’ve ever had.
He had ways of ruining your panties with just a simple look or dirty phrase whispered in your ear in passing. You really didn’t stand a chance. Not that you wanted to. You were a complete and proud slut for the man. You even let him fuck you raw.
Neither of you were really a fan of condoms. He said he preferred to feel all of you. Which is why you guys now relied on the not-always-effective pull out method.
Sure, your middle school health teacher would be screaming at you. It’s not like you weren’t also on the pill. You just weren’t the best at remembering to take it or taking it on time. It never failed that when you ended a pack, there were at least 2-3 pills you missed throughout the month.
You were completely honest about that in the beginning of your relationship with Frank. The first time things started getting hot and heavy between the 2 of you, he had asked if you were on any form of birth control. You had told him yes but that you weren’t the best at remembering to take your pills. It didn’t seem to phase him. He just told you he’d pull out. You trusted him.
And that’s been working for you so far.
The following night, you find yourself in the Adler kitchen. You’re teaching Mary how to cook. You had decided early on to go with something simple. Spaghetti. Everyone’s favorite.
“Okay, the tomatoes are all squished. What’s the next step?”
You look over at Mary and can’t help but feel your heart swell. The poor girl has gotten tomatoes everywhere. In her hair, on her clothes, and even on the floor. You grab some paper towels so she can wipe off her hands. You carefully help her down from the chair she was standing on to reach the counter.
“Why don’t you go wash your face, sweetie? And maybe tie your hair back? I’ll wait for you.”
She giggles and makes her way to the bathroom to clean up.
You can’t help but match her giggle as you clean up her little mess. Mary is just amazing. Not only do you get to be with Frank, but Mary comes along as a packaged deal. You can’t believe you got so lucky as to have both of them in your life.
Mary comes skipping out of the bathroom after she’s all cleaned up. “Okay, Y/N! What’s next?”
You guys dive right back into it. You help her finish up the sauce and get it heating on the stove.
You’re so busy teaching her that you miss the way Frank is staring at you from the couch.
He was confused at the sudden tightness in his jeans as he watched you with Mary. Why was he getting so turned on? Why did he have the sudden urge to take you to his bedroom and fuck you so full of his cum, you’d be dripping? And why were images of you swelled with his child consuming his thoughts now?
The next night was your and Frank’s Saturday date night. He had said he wanted to stay in and feel every inch of you with his mouth. Well, who were you to say no to that?
Which is why you were currently on your back on his bed with his head between your thighs and stuffed full of his fingers.
“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me one more time and then you can have my cock.”
Frank couldn’t explain what was happening to him. He tried all last night to rid himself of the thoughts of you pregnant with his child. But the more he tried to stop, the more thoughts plagued his brain. He knew they wouldn’t stop until he filled you up. Claimed you as his.
So that was his plan tonight. Unbeknownst to you of course. But he knew you’d be on board once he talked some sense into you.
He feels you clenching around his fingers. He sucks your clit back into his mouth and that does it. You lose yourself in your third orgasm of the night.
“Frank, baby, need you inside me now.” You weakly pull at his hair, trying to get your point across.
He smirks up at you. “Need my cock, sweet girl? Needy little thing aren’t you? Well I suggest you get on your hands and knees for me then.”
You suddenly find the energy to comply. If he wants you on your hands and knees, that means he wants it hard and fast. Which just happens to be your favorite.
Once in position, you wiggle your hips enticingly at him. “Come on, Frank. Fuck me.”
He kneels behind you and grabs your wrists to pull your arms behind your back. He secures both wrists with his left hand and grabs the base of his cock with his right. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby girl. Don’t worry, I got you.”
He slowly pushes in and moves his right hand to your hip.
Once his hips are flush against your ass, he takes a minute and lets his thoughts of you pregnant consume him again. It somehow makes him even harder inside you.
He’s brought out of his thoughts at the sounds of your begging. “Please, Frank. Need you to move. Please. I’ll do anything.”
He can’t help the smirk that takes over his face at your words. “Anything, huh?”
Your reply gets cut off with a moan as he begins to move.
He starts nice and slow with his thrusts, wanting to make sure you get so fucked out, you’ll say yes to anything.
But you don’t want nice and slow. You want hard and fast. “Come on, babe. Harder. Faster.”
He decides to tease you a bit. He stops all movement and leans down until his front is pressed into your back, his mouth at your ear. “Did you just tell me what to do, baby girl? Has that ever worked for you in the past?”
You start wriggling against him, trying to get some friction. “Come on, Frank. What the fuck? Just fuck me already.”
He growls and moves his knees to place them on your legs so that you can’t move. You let out a pathetic whine. He hasn’t restrained you in awhile. He must be in a mood. A mood you just so happen to love.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I’ll remind you. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me? Take my cock like the good slut I know you to be?”
You whimper out what you think is a ‘yes, sir’. You’re not sure. But whatever Frank heard must be good enough for him. He raises up, knees pressing into your calves, holding you in place. He keeps his left hand on your wrists behind your back and places his right hand back on your hip.
This time his thrusts are hard and rough. You start moaning out his name, already pathetically close to your release, still sensitive from the 3 he gave you before.
He can feel you clenching around him. “What a pathetic little slut. Gonna cum for me already, huh? Such a desperate whore for my cock.” He releases his grip on your hip and moves his hand underneath you and presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts. “Come on then, cum for me, Y/N.”
Just a few more thrusts and a harder press of his fingers against your clit and you’re gone. You cum hard around his cock, screaming his name into the mattress.
“Goddamn, sweetheart! That’s it. Good girl. Squeezing my cock so tight. Gonna make me cum.” He adds even more pressure to your clit, loving the feel of your walls fluttering around him. “Yeah baby girl? You want me to cum?”
How is he still able to form words? You’re having a hard enough time staying conscious, let alone able to put words together that make sense. Especially with the extra pressure against your clit. You can already feel another orgasm building. “Mmmm, Frank. Please. Can’t, no more.”
“Awe, does my dumb baby want me to stop? Cause I know that’s not true. You want to cum again.” You start to protest but are cut off. “No, you will cum again. Understand? You can give me one more. You want to be my good girl don’t you?”
Fuck, you really did. You hated disappointing him. You could give him one more.
You nod your head the best you can as it’s still pressed into the mattress. “Okay. Please, one more. Just one more.”
He picks up his pace even more. “Fucking knew you could. Alright baby, I’m gonna cum this time too. But need you to cum with me okay? Can you do that? Cum for me while I fill up that tight pussy?”
“Yes! Yes, Frank! Please, please mak…wait…what?”
But Frank is lost in a lust filled haze. He can’t hear you. “Oh, yeah. Gonna fill that pussy up til you’re dripping, honey.”
Shit. He’s lost in pleasure. You try to yell to get his attention. “Frank! Frank, no! You can’t cum inside of me! You know that! I could get pregnant. Please, Frank!”
Even in the midst of all this, you can still feel your orgasm. Damn him and his perfect cock and magical fingers. “I know. You’re gonna look so good swelled with my baby. Be the perfect mother.”
You start thrashing against him as much as you can, desperate to now get away from him. Unfortunately all that seems to do is add more friction against your clit, pushing you that much closer to your release.
Frank lands a hard smack to your ass. “Stop acting like you don’t want this. I know you do. So fucking take it. Oh fuck, Y/N! Here it comes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The warmth of his spend coating your walls triggers your orgasm, making you milk him for everything he has.
Only after you come down from your high and Frank stops thrusting, do you realize you’re crying.
Frank wipes them away with his free hand. “Shhh. It’s okay, pretty girl. I know you’re just as happy about this as I am.”
What the fuck?
As soon as he releases your wrists, you push him off of you with all the strength you can muster. You launch yourself off the bed and across the room to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.
You are suddenly very aware of the fact that you’re naked. You do your best to cover what you can with your hands and arms.
Frank stands up and starts making his way to you but stops when he sees that you’ve put a hand up. “Don’t! Don’t fucking touch me, Frank!”
He cocks his head to the side with a confused look. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
You give him an incredulous look. “What’s the matter? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? You came inside of me, Frank! I thought we had an agreement. We don’t want kids, remember?”
That just causes him to shrug his shoulders. “I thought I didn’t. I changed my mind. I’m allowed to change my mind, aren’t I?”
“Well, of course you are! But you need to talk to me about it first!”
“Why talk to you about it when I can just get what I want? We both know we’ll be happy either way. Why are you fighting this so much? You’re gonna be the best mother.”
He has officially fucking lost it. “Because I don’t want to be a mother, Frank! You know that! I thought we were on the same page! Besides, how do you even know it’s going to take?”
You then realize how much closer he’s gotten to you, causing you to back up until you hit the wall. “We were! But I changed my mind! Will you quit being mad at me? You love me, remember? And I’ll keep filling you up until it does! You’re going to have my baby and you’re going to be happy about it.”
You push past him and start gathering your clothes and redressing. Once you’re fully dressed, you turn to face him. “I never want to fucking see you again, Frank.” You turn and grab the doorknob when he speaks again.
“Mary is going to be so upset.”
That makes you stop in your tracks. How fucking dare he bring her into this. You turn back around to face him. “Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you raped me.”
He starts laughing. Laughing. “Rape you? Oh, sweetheart. I didn’t rape you. I felt you cum around me. You wanted it. Just like I know you’ll want this baby. And besides, Mary is ecstatic.”
“What do you mean she’s ecstatic?”
“Yeah, when I told her we were going to try for a baby, she got so excited. Said she’s always wanted a brother or sister. Said she already has names picked out.”
“You’re fucking psychotic, Frank. I’m done.”
“You really want to disappoint Mary? She’s already lost her mother and has trouble fitting in because she’s gifted. You don’t want to be another disappointment in her life, do you?”
You can’t believe he’s using Mary against you.
The tears start falling down your face before you can stop them. You really don’t want to be another let down for Mary. She’s had enough. What the fuck were you going to do?
Frank closes the distance between you and gathers you in his arms. “Shhhh. It’s okay, pretty girl. I’m going to take such good care of you. We’ll be one big happy family. You’ll see.”
What other choice did you really have? If anything you needed to stick around and protect Mary. You’d do anything for her.
You return Frank’s hug and whisper out, “one big happy family.”
hi bestieeeee I got inspired by your white dress imagine and I was wondering if you can write about the reader getting married to another man and chris stopping the wedding to profess his longtime love for her 🥺
bestie nonnie!! oof listen, im already sad so this is gonna be wild.
pairing: chris evans x bi!reader
rating/warnings: angst, omg so much angst, unrequited love, understanding spouse
join the sleep over
Today was the day. The day you were finally getting married, finally starting a family. You truely couldn't be happier, right?
Your makeup had just got done, and now onto the dress. It was simple, not to flashy, wouldn't take away from your bride. Yes, your bride.
Finally ready, nervous as ever to walk down the isle. There was a naggin feeling in the back if your mind that you couldn't shake. Is this cold feet? No, no your not backing out, you love her.
You got down to the end of the isle, seeing your beautiful bride in her dress. "Hi" You whispered with glee. "Hi" She whispered back.
The preacher started the ceremony, saying all the things, you hoped and prayed he would speed it up.
"If anyone objects to this marriage speak now or forever hold your peace." Everyone looked around.
"Father I don't think-" Your bride started to say before the chapel doors were thrown open. You saw a very familiar figure at the end.
"I object!" Oh god, was he really doing this? Everyone gasped, including your bride. "What is he doing here?" She said to you.
"I don't know I didn't invite him! You know that!" You took a deep breathe in, and out. "Step up sir, tell us why" The preacher announced. Chris started walking towards before he stopped halfway.
"I object because, I'm in love with her. I made the worst mistake of my life a year ago by-by letting her go. I was so stupid because I was so in love with her. I have a ring an-and everything look!" He exclaimed as he took out his mothers ring. Your hand slapped over your mouth as tears sprung in your eyes. Chris finally stepped closer to the alter.
"Y/N please, you can't do this. I know, somewhere in there, you love me. Somewhere in there you wanted to marry me, and have a life with me, I know it." He sounded like he was out of breath.
"Chris I-" Your bride cut you off.
"Y/N, you love him, I know you do. And it's okay. I could tell from day one that you still loved him, I just hoped that you'd change your mind one day." She gave you a sad smile but kept going. "So what you need to do now is, go. Go with him, have the life you've alwasy wanted Y/N. I know that you loved me at one time, and I love you to I always will but. We just weren't made for each other huh?"
Tears were streaming down your face. "I ca-can't do that to you. It's not fair it's-"
"Hey it's okay, he is who you were meant to be with and that's okay." You put your forheads together, "I love you, I'm so sorry."
"I love you too" You both pulled away. You turned to the man you loved, and ran. He opened his arms for you to leap into, and you did. You could hear your family yelling in the background but, you didn't care.
Chris grabbed you by the back of your head and kissed you, that caused more yelling. You pulled away, out of air.
"I love you" "I love you"
You turned to look at you almost bride one more time, tears streaming down her face, giving you all her love.
"Wanna get out of here?" You looked to Chris
"Let's do this"
a/n: hit me right in the feels. so, i am done writing for the day! I will pick up where I left of tmr! love y’all
hi friends! for those who are on the male reader tag who are writers, i want to put in recommendations to the site! If we could get more Tom Riddle, Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Tom Holland, Harry Styles, Sebastian Stan, Michael B. Jordan, Shawn Mendes, and Henry Cahill? It would be much appreciated 😇🥺
You and Chris were hosting a party at you house, everyone was here. The whole, MCU cast some select family members, and some of Chris's friends. Dinner, you cooked, was in the oven while you and friends enjoyed beer and wine in the living room.
What Chris didn't know was that, you had a prank up your sleeve. You see, he pranked you ealier this week by, scaring the shit out of you. So, you needed to get him back and luckily, tik tok gave you the greatest idea. You just needed Scotts help.
You texted him saying to meet you in the kitchen. "I'll be right back," You said to Chris as you got off his lap. You ran to the kicthen to see a confused Scott. "What's up? Why are we in the kitchen looking like we're about to plan somehtin disbolical?" You gave him a giddy smile. "Oh god, what do I have to do?" He said with a roll of his eyes.
"Okay so, all I need you to do is film Chris's reaction." He raised his eyebrow. "That's all?"
"That's all" He shrugged and got his phone ready. You did a little fist bump in the air. Your plan is a go.
You walked in after Scott, as if nothing happened, and he gave you a thumbs up, telling you he was filming. You rounded the couch, seeing Chris with a wide smile. "Hi babe" You hummed and plopped yourself sideways on his lap. His hand went around your waist, and gave it a little squeeze. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah! I just uh, need to tell you something" He shook his head, telling you to go on. You cupped his jaw with one hand and leaned down to his ear.
"Daddy" You moaned out quietly, just enough for him to hear. You pulled away to Chris's red and confused face. He titled his head, blush spreading to the tips of his ears. Scott snickered in the background, still filming. Chris snapped his head over and gave him a death adorable glare.
RDJ turned to Chris in a panic, "Chris are you alright? Your as red as a tomato?" That got everyoned attention, making him even redder. You and Scott were laughing your asses off and everyone was left confused.
Chris cleared his throat, "No- no uh I'm okay, just a little hot is all." He gave you some side eyes. Everyone went back to their conversations.
This time it was Chris's turn to grab your jaw and look you in your eyes. "Your gonna pay for that later baby" He let you go and started engaging with Scarlett, leaving you dumbfounded.
Later that night you recieved a text from Scott
got EVERYTHING on video, including your reaction
a/n: it's super short but I wanted to get straight to the point because this was an amazing concept
Alright @stargazingfangirl18 you want some shameless hoe thots? You asked for it!
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Unprotected Sex. Oral Sex (female receiving). Cursing. Creampie. Knotting. Face fucking. Breeding kink.
Ok.. ok… we starting out like that!?
Let me be clear. Alpha Steve would FUCK. YOU. UP.
He’d start off sweet, making it known that he wants you to be his, but once he HAS you…
He would tease you endlessly. Start off slowly, kissing and nipping at your neck, making sure that you were thoroughly marked so even without looking for the bonding bite everyone would know that you belonged to him. In fact he would probably rip whatever clothes you were wearing to shreds so he could mark your entire body before diving in.
Lapping and sucking at your clit, switching from featherlight licks, to licking stripe after stipe from your slit up to your nub before taking it into his mouth and sucking on your bundle of nerves until you’re begging him to stop. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you’re bucking your pussy against his face, your juices soaking his mouth and beard. He loves it, spurning you on, encouraging you, telling you, “that’s it baby, fuck my face.”
Filling you with two of his thick fingers, twisting and scissoring you open. Doing his best to prepare you for his fat cock before he splits you open. And when he finally sinks his cock into you? The sweet stretch already a little too much for your over sensitive pussy? Good luck. You can beg, and plead, and cry all you want, but he’s going to keep you full of his knot. Painting your womb with his seed over and over, determined to fuck a baby into you on the first try.
Reaffirming that bonding bite all night long, until you are consumed with nothing but HIM. And just when you think he’s finally going to let you rest, when the exhaustion sets in and the haze of sleep is starting to take over… He’s going to wake you up and do it all over again.
And don’t even think of running. Because he’ll always find you.
summary: you are a kardashian sister. you are also the wife of chris and mother to his four children. you and chris have always been private with your marriage and family life which has caused issues between you and the family. after ending the reality show, you attend the reunion, which brings the issues to light.
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The Dress: (If you don’t like the dress, it’s fine. Use your own imagination.)
April 23, 2021
You were in your dressing room getting ready for the Keeping Up With The Kardashians reunion.
You and your family's hit reality show had finally come to an end after twenty seasons, and now you're all about to sit down to film the reunion.
You were dressed in a light blue satin strappy mini dress that accentuated your curves.
Your cell phone had beeped with a notification. You looked at your phone and saw a text notification from your husband, Chris, with a picture attachment.
In the picture, you saw your husband and four children, three boys and one girl, all smiling at the camera with Dodger on their laps.
Good luck filming today. We all love you and miss you. Come home soon. ❤️ - Chris
You were smiling at the picture as you saw your husband and children. You had replied and sent them a picture of you blowing a kiss at the camera.
I love you all so much, and I will be home soon. 😘 - (Y/N)
After finishing getting ready, you were sitting down on the set of the reunion. You were sitting down between Kim and Kourtney on the couch.
The camera was rolling, and Andy asked your sisters and mother different questions before the attention was turned on you.
"If she is not filming a reality show, or in the middle of a business meeting, or being a wife to Captain America, and being a mother to four beautiful children, she is remarkably busy being an attorney. (Y/N) Kardashian-Evans has made a household name for herself. (Y/N), for the past fourteen years, in twenty seasons of Keeping Up and in different spin-offs, you have been a private person in the midst of filming reality shows. What everyone wants to know is why the privacy when you're on reality tv?" Andy questioned you.
"When the idea of filming a reality show came up, I was the only one who was against it." You admitted.
"Really?" Andy asked with shock.
"Yes. I hated the idea of having cameras following me. I am a private person, and I did not want to be on a reality show. I was still in the first few years of being an attorney. I did not want a reality show to jeopardize my career. Also, I was still grieving the loss of my father at the time. When the family voted for the reality show, I reluctantly joined for the sake of the family. However, I had stipulations on my contract."
"What were those stipulations?"
"No filming when I'm at work, and I didn't want cameras in my home. I also didn't want my phone calls to be recorded. So anytime I was on the phone, it wasn't on speaker. In April 2007, we started filming season one. What people did not know was that in February 2007, Chris and I started dating, and no one knew about it."
"No one knew about Chris?"
"I didn't tell anyone about him for a few months. So, I didn't want the cameras to film when we were together. But, most importantly, Chris did not want to be on camera, and I respected that."
"He didn't want to be on camera."
"Yes, and he till the last day of filming didn't want to be on camera. And I, as his wife, respected his wishes."
"You got married while the show was off-season and had four children privately. Was that intentional?"
"Getting engaged and having a wedding privately and off camera was intentional. Chris and I are private people. He and I, more so him, give so much out to the world of what we do. I am an attorney, a businesswoman, and I am a part of a reality show. My husband is a massive Hollywood actor and has now become a part of the political world. We work publicly, but we are private with our personal life. We separate the two. When it came to my pregnancies, we didn't want cameras involved. Yes, I am shown being pregnant on the show a few times. However, my children are off-limits to the public."
"There was a rumor going around years ago that E! was willing to pay you and Chris a hefty amount to film your wedding. Was that true?"
"That was true. When Chris and I got engaged, we kept it private to close family and friends. Somehow, word got back to E! and our production crew that I was engaged. An E! representative called me and asked if we can get married on camera. They offered us money, and they offered to pay for the wedding as well. Both Chris and I politely declined the offers."
"How old are your children now?"
"CJ is going to be ten this year. Robbie is seven. Arthur is going to be four, and Mary Jo is going to be two."
"You don't have them on camera, and neither you nor Chris posts pictures of them on social media."
"Chris and I choose to be public figures. We choose this life. Our children have not chosen this life. We want to raise them as normal as possible, which means not posting them on social media. So when we do post pictures, you don't see their faces."
"In twenty seasons and spin-offs, there has always seemed to be tension between you and your family. So many people worldwide have made comments, tweets, articles about this quote on quote "tension." (Y/N) was there tension between you and the family?"
You sighed anxiously.
"There has always been tension between the family and me." You admitted.
"From the beginning with Chris and I especially, my family has pressured me to be more open with our relationship and our children. Chris and I have been very against it. None of my family, and I am meaning my mother, Kim, Kourtney, and Khloe, have respected our decision to be private. Off-camera there would be many fights and arguments about this."
"Why did you four not respect Chris and (Y/N) decision to be private?"
"We didn't understand why they wanted to be private with their relationship and their family. We were sharing our lives and being open with the public and our fans. This comes back to the conversations that Kim and I would have about everyone else not pulling their part of the bargain." Khloe stated.
"I, from the beginning, was very adamant about now being on the show. I never wanted any of this. You all four shunned me because I decided to have stipulations and boundaries every time the contract had to be renewed."
"What do you mean that they shunned you?"
"When I was not conforming to their requests and demands to be more opened with the show, they ignored me for long periods of time. Let's all be honest here. For the past fourteen years, I suffered while being filmed, and it showed. At one point, I was discussing walking away from the show for good."
"What was the breaking point for you?"
"I was planning CJ's birthday, and my mother wanted his birthday to be filmed. After years and years of being verbally harassed, I hit my breaking point. I started yelling at my mother, screaming, saying that I had enough of this. I was having my mother and sisters be in my ear, on the phone, or through text about my boundaries. I texted in the group chat that everyone besides Kendall and Kylie was disinvited to my son's birthday party, and it was going to be in Boston. That was also around the time of the one hundred and fifty million dollar contract renewal a few years ago."
"Kris, what was going through your mind during that argument?"
"It was shocking having my daughter yelling and screaming at me." Kris stated.
"What did the rest of you think about that fight?" Andy was asking your sisters.
"Kendall and I were just in shock when this all happened." Kylie stated.
"We knew that for years the four of them were, I guess, harassing (Y/N) about being more open to filming. However, I did not think that was going to happen." Kendall replied.
"I think that (Y/N) being at the breaking point and yelling at mom was surprising to us all." Kourtney said.
"We just did not understand why (Y/N) was being so closed off for the cameras." Kim stated.
"I don't understand how no one understood my reasoning not to film my family and my husband. My husband wants no part in this, and I do not want my children to be on camera. Also, most importantly, my children do not want to be filmed. I respect my family's wishes. However, I don't receive that same treatment from my sisters and mother." You argued.
"What happened after that group text?"
"I took time away from my family. I stopped all communication with my mother and my sisters. I started thinking about if this was something that I was going to continue with. Was I going to continue being a part of this show when my relationship with my mom, Kim, Khloe, and Kourtney are diminishing? I thought long and hard about the pros and cons of renewing my contract with the show. My husband could see the negative effects that my family had done to me for years."
"What did Chris have to say about that fight?"
"Chris was trying to get me to calm down first and foremost. But, then, he brought up an idea that he and I had been talking about for years."
"What was the idea?"
"The idea was to move to Boston permanently." The whole family was stunned to hear your admission.
"What?" Kris questioned.
Next on Keeping Up With The Kardashians: The Final Curtain
"It's comical to me how since the beginning, I have been private with my life, and everyone harasses me about it. As the years went by, my mom isn't on camera as much. Kim has marital issues and doesn't want to talk about them. Kourtney, for the last few years, has made a fuss about her boundaries. Kendall and Kylie are not on camera as much. And yet no one bothers them about it? How the (bleep) is that fair to my family and especially me?"
"What is your relationship like with Chris? How is he as a husband and father?"
"Let's talk about your husband's accidental nude leak last year."
"Oh god." You shook your head.
"Do Chris and Kanye have beef with each other because of their political views?"
"I don't understand how as a sister and a mother, they can watch their loved one suffering in so much pain, and they're the ones who are causing it?" You were wiping your eyes with a tissue.
The rest of the family had tears in their eyes.
"My father wouldn't be happy with any of this."
"What is the current status of your relationship with your family?"
"Do you and Chris plan on moving to Boston permanently?"
I had decided to spilt this one shot into two parts. There was so much that I had wanted to write but decided at last minute to spilt it into two parts. What do you all think about part one? What do you all want to see happen in part two? Please let me know what you all think about this one shot!
I couldn’t stop thinking about this outfit that Chris wore in Newsweek, and voila! This piece was born. This was a look that needs to be celebrated! Damn he looked Good! 👀
Starring: Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: You just can’t help yourself once you see Chris in that outfit! You have to have control, but do you really?
Warnings: SMUT!! NSFW! 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI! Unprotected vaginal sex. Oral sex (male receiving). Light restraining. Choking. A little bit of cum play. Dominant Chris. You are responsible for the content that you consume. Heed the warnings.
As always, likes and reblogs are welcomed and encouraged! All feedback is! Please don’t copy, translate, or post my work as I do not give permission!
Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics!
Word Count: 2151
“Chris, Chris, over here! This way!”
Chris stops short of the waiting limousine, turning and flashing his signature smile at the waiting paparazzi. He poses for a few more flashbulbs before offering a slight wave, sliding into the waiting car as the driver shuts the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting sweetheart.” Running a hand through his hair, his gaze finds you casually leaning in your seat on the opposite side of the open space, having helped yourself to a glass of whiskey that the car service company had provided.
Chris was booked for the Jimmy Kimmel show in Los Angeles. You’d flown out the weekend prior to the show, staying at the house Chris had purchased years prior. You and Chris spent the weekend ordering in and taking in his backyard’s spectacular view. You and Chris had been quietly seeing each other the past few months, and Chris wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could. He relished that the relationship you were building was just yours, far from the prying eyes of his public persona.
The morning of the show his stylist IIaria came by, as did the rest of his team who helped him get ready for public appearances. You felt the heat pool within your cunt as he came around the corner. He was dressed in a blue and white striped button down tucked into black pants, brown wing tipped shoes. Finishing off the look was a blue sweater vest. He looked absolutely delicious.
“Everything alright sweetheart?” He smirks in your direction, while slipping his watch on his wrist.
“Perfectly fine.” You answer innocently, your tongue darting out to wet your lips while giving him a once over. “You look… good.”
Chris grabs you by your elbow gently, bringing you close to him. You inhale his scent as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. “I know what you’re thinking sweetheart, and we don’t have the time.”
“Oh, there’s always time,” you giggle, your eyes twinkling at him mischievously.
“The car is already here, Y/N.” Chris grabs your jacket from the hall closet by the door. “Later baby, I promise.”
You pout as Chris opens the front door for you. “It’s not fair that you look this good and I don’t get to have your cock in my mouth.” You pause as you faintly hear a low growl from behind you.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me.”
The Kimmel show went off without a hitch. With the world finally getting back to a sense of normalcy after the pandemic, it was great to see Chris get back to doing tapings in front of an audience again. You knew that he always got nervous before he had to go on. But since he has such a great rapport with Jimmy, he quickly forgets about being in front of a live audience, and it’s like he’s talking to an old friend.
You watch from the green room, hiding out, waiting for him to finish under the guise that you are his personal assistant. When his segment is over, you make your way to the limo first, sneaking out the back and to the car. The lingering fans and photographers unaware, dutifully waiting for him to come out the stage door.
“Earth to Y/N” Chris leans forward, waving a hand in front of your face snapping you from your thoughts. “You ok?”
“I’m more than ok,” the warmth of the amber liquid was giving you courage. Reaching for the control panel next to you, you push the button for the privacy panel. Glancing over your shoulder to watch it close in place before pressing the button to lock the panel from the inside. Placing your glass into the cup holder beside you, you sink to your knees. Crawling across the floor of the car you stop as you reach Chris, sitting back on your haunches.
“You have me worked up tonight,” you whisper, pushing his legs apart, slating yourself between them. You look up at Chris through your lashes, watching as his Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat. “You in this outfit is all I’ve thought about all night.”
Chris leans in to try and kiss you, but you pull away. “Uh uh Mr. Evans.” You scold, crawling into his lap. “I’m in charge right now.” Grabbing the bottom of his vest, you pull it over his head, but not fully off, trapping his arms behind him. Pushing on his shoulders, you guide him to relax against the cushioned seats before you continue your seduction.
Your hands find their way to the sides of his face and you initiate a deep kiss, parting his lips with your tongue. Your tongues duel, each fighting for dominance. Chris moans into your mouth, as you grind your core against his hard length straining against his pants.
“Fuck,” Chris sucks in a breath as your soft lips kiss their way to his neck. Kissing and licking at the sensitive flesh, Chris gasps when you suck at his neck, before snapping briefly out of his pleasure induced haze.
“Sweetheart.” Chris says in the commanding tone that he reserves for you when you fuck. “No marks.”
Nodding as you look into his eyes, your fingers start to unbutton the row of exposed buttons down his chest. Both hands find their way under his open shirt, and you caress each bump and ridge of his abs. Slipping between his legs again, you take the time to trace the tattoos peeking over the top of his pants. Taking your time, you stroke his cock through his pants with one hand, while the other releases his belt buckle with a soft “clink.”
Sliding his zipper down and reaching into his boxers, you release Chris’ cock from the confines of his pants, pleased to find him twitching, pre-cum already leaking from the tip, a welcome side effect from your teasing. Leaning forward, you flick your tongue over his slit, relishing in his salty taste.
“Such a tease,” Chris huffs as you slowly swirl your tongue around his head and the underside of his shaft. Placing your palms on either of his thick thighs, you finally draw him into the hot pocket of your mouth. Wasting no time, you hollow out your cheeks and lower your head, taking Chris all the way into your throat and back up again, just like you had practiced with him many times before.
“Yes baby, just like that.” Chris sighs, and you hum around his girth, dragging your eyes up to watch his facial expressions as he begins to come apart. There is something so sexy knowing that it’s you and your ministrations bringing Chris to his knees, turning him into a whimpering mess above you. The sounds falling off his lips are nothing short of sinful. There is so much slick seeping from your cunt that your panties are ruined, a mess that’s sticking to your skin.
You can tell that Chris’ peak is beginning to build, and you pull off of his cock with a “pop,” smirking when you hear him groan in frustration. “Sweetheart, I was so close,” he furrows his brow, obviously annoyed at his interrupted release. “You know what they say about payback.”
“I’m not trying to get you upset..” your voice trails off as you bat your eyelashes at Chris, feigning innocence. “I’m just not done having fun with you yet.”
Standing as best you could between the low roof of the limo and the movement of the car, you peel your sticky panties off your body tossing them behind you. Bunching the skirt of your short flowy dress in one hand, you straddle Chris. Your free hand guides his cock through your folds, lubing him up with your juice.
“I want to fuck you.” You say breathlessly, each pass of his shaft through your wet folds agonizingly slow. “Do you feel how wet I am?” You whisper between moans of desire. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, the anticipation of being full building. “Do you feel how wet you make me? This is all for you, and only you.” You position the head of Chris’ cock at your entrance, sinking down a few inches before stopping. “I need you Chris, I need you to be inside me.”
Huffing out a ragged breath, he replies. “I need to be inside you too.”
That’s all the confirmation that you need as you sink down fully on him, your cunt sucking him in as your walls grip his girth. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Chris filling you, and you pause to take it all in. Your hand drops your skirt, and you grip his shoulders harshly for leverage. You can’t hold back any longer, and you begin to move.
Planting your feet flat on either side of Chris you bounce up and down, up and down. You’re so wet you can feel your excess arousal flowing out around Chris’ shaft making a mess of his pants. The lewd squelch of your cunt sounding loud in your ears only fuels your fire. Quickening your pace you ignore the burning in your thighs as the fire in your cunt begins to spread.
You lean back, changing the angle of intrusion, the head of Chris’ cock running over your sweet spot with each pass. Your whines start to fill the cabin of the car, and you get lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing from your cunt and radiating throughout the rest of your body. It’s only a matter of minutes before your orgasm crashes over you, and you continue to fight through the burn as you chase your release.
“Fuck Chris… fuck you feel so good.” You rasp, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin. “God, I’m so close…”
The air is pierced with the sound of a sharp rip. Chris has broken free of his clothing bond. Lifting you in his arms, he’s careful to keep himself sheathed inside you as he places you on your back. With your legs thrown over his shoulders, Chris fucks you into the floor of the limo.
“Think you can be a tease?” He asks between short breaths. “Think you can take control?” Chris wraps his hand around your throat, giving it a harsh squeeze. “That’s cute.”
His powerful thrusts inside of you only solidify how much you love him being in control, how much you crave the aggressive behavior and power that he likes to hold over you. As much fun as it was having control if only for a little bit, the submissive in you knows that this is where you belong.
“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Chris husks, his rhythm starting to sputter. “Come all over me. Let go. Let me feel you.” His voice is raspy, and it’s music to your ears.
Chris doesn’t let up, even when he feels your walls spasm around him. Your body bouncing between his and the floor. You come with a strangled cry, the hold Chris has around your throat enough to keep any real sound from escaping from you. Chris takes this moment to look down to where you are both connected, watching himself slide in and out of you as you cream all over his cock.
Chris’ breaths become thick as he pounds into you, his release imminent. As his voice rises, he pushes into you harder, until finally he stills, buried deep inside of you. Your walls are still clenching around him, milking every drop of his cum as he spills rope after rope into your cunt.
Releasing your throat, Chris collapses on top of you, your deep breaths reverberating around the enclosed space. You feel each other’s heartbeats begin to slow, until they are almost in sync with each other. Chris raises himself up on his arms, dipping down and enveloping your lips with his. Breaking the kiss and pulling out of you, he pushes the combined mess seeping out of you back inside with his thick fingers. Shrugging off the remnants of the sweater vest, he discards it on the floor before picking up your panties and stuffing them into his pants pocket.
“Since you seem to like being in control sweetheart,” he chuckles slyly. Let’s see how long you can control your muscles and hold that mess in for the rest of the drive home.”
Looking at your watch you calculate the time you left the studio to how long you’ve been in the car. Chris clears his throat and cocks his head to the side, giving you his signature smirk.
“Since we have the car until midnight sweetheart, I told the driver we were in no rush and to take the long way. We are going to do some sightseeing. It is your first time in LA after all.”
I don't believe for a second that nothing happened on father's day.. Y'all spill the beans !
Well, we had a jump scare war going on that day and the only one who should have been safe was mom but man Ry fucked up big time🤣-Brayden
Ryan hid around the corner by the stairs and thought he was going to scare dad but he ended up scaring mom but mom got him back-Dani
Mom faked going into labor to scare Ryan and the look on his face alone was priceless and Ryan’s soul physically left his body😂 but it backfired because Dad also thought she was being serious and damn near had a heart attack-Brandon
Then dad ripped me a new asshole for scaring mom so it was an interesting day😂-Ryan
Bleu's note: Another for "Cleanin out my drafts'. Not long but had this sitting for a while
You spoke earlier to Corden and his team about the surprise now all there was to do was, well, do it!
Chris was just about to get ready for his interview. It’s still remote, so he chooses to continue comfort even forgoing proper pants. Before he heads up to the extra room, he kisses you gently on the forehead and confirms your plans to watch a movie in bed after. You nod, trying to steel your features to a normal smile despite the excitement and nerves building up. As soon as he's set up on the desktop you tiptoe to the dining room to set up your laptop. You confirm last minute details with Jimmy's producer and editors while his interview is about to start.
Soon enough, James is asking about quarantine and slipping your name into the conversation. "I've seen on Instagram you've been enjoying quarantine. Taking on new hobbies. Y/N even posted about your newfound love of interior design.”
Chris chuckles. “Yeah. We finally have time to do some things to the house without either of us having to juggle work. I think I’m a natural honestly.”
Just as James was about to say something else, he feigns confusion. “Is there something wrong with the screen? Chris, can you see this?” Another square appears on screen as yours slides up in between theirs.
“Hey Chris!” you chirp.
His eyes widen for a moment. “Uhhh hey. Aren’t you downstairs??”
“So what are you doing?”
“Oh well James said I could interrupt at any time so I wanted to ask you something so I didn’t have to get up”
He’s lost for words, sitting with brows furrowed.
You smile widely, holding up two rectangular color cards as if this is completely normal. “Which swatch do you like more for the nursery? This green is pretty-“
James chimes in “I think you forgot to start with the important part.”
You smack your head in fake realization “Oops, silly me, pregnancy brain.”
His eyes go wide and his mouth is agape, the smile obvious before he jumps up screaming happily, clearly not caring that he’s exposing his boxer-clad lower half. He does this for a moment before running down the stairs and into the dining room to pull you in his arms and smother you with kisses. Your face is turned toward the camera with joy all over your face as you hold his cheeks in your hand while he continuously kisses your cheek, ear, neck, wherever he can in happiness. “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!”
“Congrats to Y/N and Chris! We’ll give them some privacy and we will be right back!”
The commercials start and James gives one more farewell saying he’ll let you enjoy your news before cutting the video feed.
"So what's the plan for this week?" Chris asked as he tidied up the breakfast dishes. Being home for a week off was a lovely surprise for the both of you. A co-star had an injury on set, meaning production had to stop. Everyone was ok, thankfully but it was still lovely to have him home for the week.
"I have stuff written on the calendar, check that and we can work around it" you replied as you fed Dodger. Chris picked up his coffee cup. Drinking it as he read through the week, everything was normal enough. Groomers for Dodger, food shop. He stopped his scanning as he read 'doctor'.
"Doctor, babe?" he wondered, looking over at you. Mild concern in his voice. "Yeah, need to refill my script for the pill" you replied as you washed your hands. Chuckling as you saw his face.
"Unless you'd like to start using condoms instead" you teased a bit, coming over and hugging his waist. Knowing your husband hated using them and avoided them if he could.
The clogs in his brain were working overtime. You could see that clearly, as you rested your chin against his chest. "What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked softly after a few minutes of him staring off distantly.
"Nothing" he mumbled after a moment. Flashing a smile before suggesting bringing Dodger to the dog park. You agreed with the idea and took his coffee cup from him so he could go and get the lead. Humming a bit to yourself as you sipped on the remaining coffee in the cup.
Something was definitely going on in that head of his. But if he was unwilling to share, you'd have to wait until he was ready.
You left him to stew for a few days. He didn't say anything else on the subject and life continued as normal. Though at times, you kept catching him staring at the calendar. Whether he was cooking in the kitchen and caught a glimpse at it. Or was just leaning against the counter and thinking.
Each time you brought it up, he shrugged and walked away. Not until three days later, was the subject brought up again. When you were out shopping in the mall did the subject come up again.
You had both decided to browse through the clothes. Not that you needed anything, in particular, just a look as the Boston weather had turned nasty outside and looking at clothes in the mall seemed like a good option.
You had found a nice top and was searching for the right size when your husband appeared beside you.
"So I've been thinking" Chris's voice rang out, breaking your attention from the clothes. "A dangerous concept, my dear" you teased a bit. Feeling his eyes rolling, you chuckled and asked, "what is it?"
He sighed, taking a deep breath before saying, "cancel the doctor's appointment." This caught your attention. Forgetting the top in front of you, you looked up. "Why?" you asked
Slowly, he held up a white baby grow. A tiny little thing, you felt like joking that he won't fit in that but felt it wasn't appropriate. Eyes moving from the grow to his eyes, you saw them wide and pleading. Puppy dog eyes.
"A baby?" you asked, laughing a bit. "is that why you have been moody?" you wondered, earning a shrug from him. He didn't consider himself moody. Just thoughtful. Slowly putting the baby clothes back, he turned back to you.
"Think how good you'd look, how sexy" he mumbled, coming close to you and hugging your body. Whispering in your ear, "what a good mom you'd be."
You sighed, kids had always been a part of the plan. You had married 6 months ago, and the plan was the wait for a while. Apparently, Chris wanted the plan sped up.
You agreed with a nod, "you'd be a fantastic father" you whispered. Thinking to all the times he had proven that exact point. When kids were on set with him or working with him.
"I'll take a career break too, finish up on this movie and then when you're 6 months, stop working. Not go back till your ok with it" he promised, smiling down at you. "So you and I can both do the first few months together. Or year. Years, however long."
You hummed. Thinking, as you looked at the baby grow he had placed down back in the clothes rack. You sighed and pulled back from the hug. Taking out your phone you scrolled through the contacts until you found the doctor and hit 'call'.
Chris watched you closely, keeping eye contact with you as you spoke to the doctor. "Yes, can I cancel the script for my pill" you confirmed with her. "But if you can order me some prenatal vitamins to start taking" you hummed. "Yes, everything I need to make sure a baby can be as healthy as possible. Yes, I'll see you Friday" you agreed happily and hung up the phone.
Throughout the phone call, Chris's breathing became a little deeper. Listening to you ordering the medicine to care for your child before they are even born.
"I think we should get home" Chris suggested in a hushed voice. Eyes darkening as he licked his lips. "I like that idea" you whispered, as he took your hand. Holding you close as you left the store to drive back home.
He wasn't leaving for another three days. Plenty of time to get started on making a baby.
Hello everyone, first of all, I hope everyone is having a great day! Because I wish you all the best😊
Second of all, over the last two days I've received some requests. And I'm so gratefull that people actually like my writing and that they want me to write something for them. Honestly, I'm honoured.
With this little post I just wanted you to know, that I will write the requests, but I first want to finish my story 'Actually, I don’t think I ever got over you' before I start on something new. Since I know some people are waiting for me to update the story and because I'm also curious to find out how I'll end the story.
So to everyone who send me a request, I hope you won’t mind, but it might take some time for me to write it.
And unfortunately, requests are closed until further notice (until concluding my wip and the other requests).
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