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ghoulbat666 · 5 months
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𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐨𝐝?
When Chris gets dragged to a goth club with his friends to get him laid, he wasn't expecting to run into someone like Ricky.
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prahacat · 1 month
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when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process
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whiskeyncoke-redux · 1 year
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I’ve always thought it would be fun to be a seat-filler at award shows, and now I can’t stop thinking about sitting next to a flirty Pedro Pascal.. (especially since they say you aren’t supposed to talk to the actors!)
The idea of him introducing himself (as if he isn’t a famous actor), sharing candy he snuck in with you or trying to make you laugh while on air and having to shoo away the award show employees that try to intervene. Him just being smitten with reader the whole night.. okay, I’d *love* to hear your take if it interests you!
Hi Nonny dearest, sorry it took me so long to respond, I just had to get my thoughts together because I LOVED this idea so much!! So here we go, hope you like it.
The Seat Filler
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Pedro Pascal x Reader
A/N: here's another one, hope you all like it. No hateful comments please. Again I gotta shout out @ziggyrocket for the support ❤️. It's 6:32 in the morning, apparently I don't sleep like a normal person, I'm on my second cup of coffee, so any typos or whatever are my bad... and Maxwell house coffee's.
Warnings: none (well, corny jokes I guess)
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You had signed up for this gig half on a dare and half out of curiosity. Being a new sign-up, you hadn’t expected to be called in right away, but yet, here you were, in a borrowed gown, in a theater mixed with some of the biggest stars and regular people just like you: seat fillers. 
You remembered the main rules the director told you: 1) look like you’re enjoying yourself, always smile and 2) most importantly DO NOT talk to the actors, meaning the actual celebrities. You nodded and murmured your understanding along with everyone else who was there to work as fillers, not really thinking anything of it. What celebrity would want to talk to me anyway? You mused as you took your seat.
You looked around the theater, excitement flooding through you at the idea of being in such a place surrounded by people you had admired from afar, in magazines, and online. You took a deep breath to steady yourself; you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You glanced at the empty seat next to you on your left and wondered who’d be in it.  On your right was another filler and on their right was another empty seat.
The filler next to you leaned over slightly and whispered, “Who do you think they’re gonna put next to us?”
You shrugged. “No idea, hope it’s someone good.”
He nodded in agreement, then a look came over his face as he glanced over your shoulder.  You turned your head to look and you blinked hard as you recognized the man coming towards you, and taking the vacant seat next to you. While the man next to you was busy getting settled,  you glanced back over at your fellow seat filler, whose jaw had semi-dropped. You both exchanged excited looks, then you nudged him lightly with your elbow and he shook himself, cleared his throat lightly and sat up. You both faced forward, determined to be on your best behavior. 
Unfortunately for you, your newest seat mate had different ideas. Pedro knew the whole deal with seat fillers and how they were told not to speak to anyone. But he felt a mischievous streak go through him when he saw you glance at him briefly. 
“Hi,” he said, taking his seat. “I’m Pedro Pascal.”
“Hi,” you said back, nervously glancing around to make sure that no one saw you speaking to him. 
The two of you smiled at each other, before you turned back to face the front. He took a few seconds to study your profile as you sat there, determinedly facing the front, sitting as still as a statue. 
He glanced down and saw that your elbow was resting on the shared arm rest. With a small smirk, he placed his on the arm rest too, bumping yours. 
You looked over at him, smiled awkwardly and whispered a hurried, “Sorry,” before moving your arm and facing forward again.
After a few minutes, you placed your elbow back on the arm rest, and, noticing that, Pedro, bumped your elbow again with his. You moved your arm again. And then a few more minutes later, you placed it back again, only for him to bump you again. After the fourth time this happened, you looked over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and he just smiled innocently at you.
A few minutes later you felt him shift next to you, you looked over and saw him pulling out a bag of Skittles. You tried to hide your smile, but he noticed and nudged you slightly and offered you some. You looked around, making sure that there was no one watching, and then you held open your palm and he shook some of the candies into it.
“Thanks,” you whispered and popped a few into your mouth. 
A little over an hour into the show, you could feel him getting restless next to you. You figured the sugar had gotten to him. After the Skittles, he had pulled out a candy bar, broke it in half and shared it with you. He fidgeted in his seat, tapping his fingers on his knee and the seat. You tried to ignore it, but you had to admit it was more than a little distracting.
“Are you okay?” you whispered hurriedly to him.
He turned to you and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Are you though?” you asked, gesturing to his jiggling knee.
He smiled. “Yeah.” But his knee kept jiggling, you had to suppress a laugh at that. 
He noticed you struggling to keep a straight face, and decided to aim the restless energy he had at you. He was going to make you laugh, really laugh, by the end of the show. His mind was made up.
He thought for a moment and then he leaned over to you, “Psst, hey.”
“Yeah?” you answered looking straight ahead.
“I have a question.”
“Mmhmm?”
“Why did the bicycle fall over?”
You were confused. “I’m sorry?”
“I said: why did the bicycle fall over?”
“Uhh, I don’t know. Why?”
“Because it was two tired.”
You turned to look at him after that, he laughed at the look on your face.
“That was corny,” you said, shaking your head, but pursing your lips to keep from laughing.
“Oh, that reminds me of another one,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. He looked around,  cleared his throat, and then asked, “What does corn say when it gets a compliment?”
You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to say anything but wanting to hear the punchline, you turned to him.
Barely able to suppress his giggles, he answered,”Aw, shucks!”
You put your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh you felt escaping your lips.
“Okay, one more,” he announced. 
“Oh, lord,” you groaned.
“It’s a good one, I promise.”
You waved your hand slightly for him to go ahead, knowing he would anyway.
“Okay, why are pirates called pirates?”
You bit your lip trying not to laugh. “I don’t know why?”
He leaned closer. “They just arrrr!” he whispered the last word in a bad pirate accent. 
You couldn’t help it, you snorted, then quickly covered your mouth to stifle your giggles, but he’d heard it, and he smiled at that.
“Good one right?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No, oh my god, that was bad, but…” you couldn’t finish as a fresh wave of giggles overtook you. Your shoulders shook with your suppressed laughter.
He smiled and laughed along with you. For the rest of the ceremony, he would lean over and whisper comments about one person’s speech, or another’s outfit, nothing malicious or mean, just something to make you smile. And he always had a bad joke or two to whisper to you. 
By the end of the program, your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling and your stomach was sore from the laughing. You couldn’t help it, a few had escaped, luckily it was during the jokes the emcee told, so it looked as if you were enjoying the show. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember what had happened during the show, or who had won which award. If someone had quizzed you on it after, you surely would have failed; but you felt it was worth it because being seated next to Pedro had made it the best night of your life. You hadn’t laughed that hard, or enjoyed yourself that much in a long time.
After the show was over, you headed out with your fellow seat filler.
“You seemed to really be enjoying yourself,” he said as you filed out into the lobby.
You nodded with a huge grin on your face. “Yeah, I did.”
“I could tell,” he said, nodding, “what was he saying to you to make you laugh so much?”
You shrugged. “Oh, just a few jokes, and comments that’s all,” you said lightly.
He looked at you curiously, but when he realized you weren’t going to elaborate he commented, “Lucky you. The one they put next to me was on her phone the entire time.” He shook his head. “At least you got some entertainment.”
You two chatted for a little more, making plans to grab a late dinner with him and some of the rest of the seat fillers. Before you could leave, however, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.
“Okay, I have another one,” you heard Pedro’s voice in your ear before you could turn around. “Just thought of it.”
You looked at him. “All right, go on.”
“Which bear is the most condescending?”
You started laughing then answered, “what?”
“A pan-duh!”
You burst out laughing along with him. “Where on earth did you even hear these?”
He shrugged. “Internet.”
“They are so bad,” you said, still chuckling.
“And yet, you laughed. Therefore they did their job,” he pointed out.
“True enough,” you agreed, “thanks though.”
“For what?”
“Making this event… well, eventful. I was prepared to be bored out of my mind, sitting there like a statue, smiling a fake smile the entire night.”
He smiled at you. “Well, I’m glad I could help. So, what are you planning on doing after this?”
You shrugged. “I was gonna grab something to eat with some of the rest of the seat fillers…”
“Oh, okay, I'm doing the same.” He nodded and looked away. You noticed that for a second he looked slightly nervous, but before you could get a good look, his face cleared and he turned back to look at you.
“I guess I should let you go then…” you said, turning to catch up with your friends.
“Wait, one more question.”
You stopped and looked back at him. “What's up?”
“Well, you know, I have a lot more jokes…”
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah, and, well, all my friends and family have heard them. But you haven’t, at least I’m pretty sure you haven’t….”
You nodded. “I haven’t, I don’t think.”
“Good, well, I shall have to inflict them upon you, you know, if you don’t mind. Maybe over dinner tomorrow?”
You thought for a second. “I don’t mind at all,” you answered with a huge grin.
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speechlessxx · 1 year
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new addition. [henry cavill x reader]
summary: anything henry does instantly goes viral.
warnings: mention of fangirls. plot twist?
word count: ~850
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It was a poor choice of words on Henry’s behalf – and he knew that.
You knew he knew that.
Ever since you’ve met him, nearly three years ago, you’ve noticed that Henry relished in the chaos he created from just one simple post. Whether it was a clip of him working out or him panting after his jog or even a simple picture of Kal, he sent the internet into a frenzy each time he broke his silence on social media. In fact, you would say he’d get off on it – but of course, he would only respond with a amused smirk and a shake of his head.
And sometimes, just sometimes, he liked to drag you into his mess.
So, when your phone dinged once, then twice, then a million times after one afternoon, you knew Henry had done something yet again.
At first, you ignored the incessant chimes of Instagram and Twitter. The colorful purple and the calm blue icons staring up at you, tauntingly as if saying, “we know something you don’t”. But this wasn’t your first time on the Henry post rollercoaster, and you opted to just turn your phone on Do Not Disturb, silencing the annoying chimes and buzzing.
But only for a few hours … until curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself exchanging your novel for your cell phone.
You noticed that your accounts had an influx of new followers and posts had more likes and comments than usual. The culprit for this sudden popularity was a single tagged post from your beloved boyfriend.
It was a rather strange occurrence. Henry was keen on keeping your relationship as private as his career would allow. You’ve graced his stories once or twice throughout your two year long relationship, but he had never been so outright and forthcoming on his public feed.
The photograph was nowhere near risqué – which brought a bit or relief to your anxiety. It was a photograph of you curled up on Henry’s bare chest, sleeping your fatigue away. You were covered up enough with the nearly sheer night slip and Henry’s muscled arm wrapped around you. However, it was the caption that caught your eye.
“Our new addition kept her up all night.”
Your jaw dropped and eyes widened as you read that line over and over again. That cheeky little –
There were multiple “congratulations” comments beneath the post, followed by various celebratory emojis. Of course, there was a heavy amount of jealous fans’ inputs, but you considered yourself a veteran at this point – their comments became an inherent risk the moment Henry asked you out on a date.
Speculations, articles, “Baby Cavill” trended worldwide. You couldn’t help but slap a palm onto your forehead before groaning. Despite being frustrated because you were trending for such an obscure reason, you couldn’t help but find the entire situation amusing.
You came out of your shared bedroom just as he was walking into the house. Normally, you would take the time to admire your sculpted-by-the-gods boyfriend – especially after a run or a work out – but today, you wagged a finger in his face.
“You,” you said, in a mock scolding tone, “owe the world an explanation, Mr. Cavill.” Behind Henry padded in Kal, who ran to greet you, nudging your calves with his wet nose. “Your dad has gotten me into big trouble, bear.”
The dog stared up at you with big eyes but you knew that the only thought going through the Akita’s mind was, “treat?”
Henry burst out laughing as he pulled out his phone, undoubtedly reading through the mess he’s created. He seemed almost as elated as he was when he saw the reactions to his PC building video.
“Hennn,” you whined, pouting.
Before your boyfriend could respond, a high pitched bark could be heard as your new puppy ran  towards its family. Energic from his afternoon nap, the little guy jumped and pawed at you, trying to get your attention. He’d occasionally bump into Kal but the older dog didn’t pay him any mind, opting to lay down on the wooden floors, exhausted from his run with his dad.
You bent down to play with the little puppy, cooing at it and handling its tiny paws as Henry recorded.
He’d eventually post the multitude of photos and videos of you and the new puppy with the caption, “Just to clarify, we got a new puppy.” The simple caption would ease the fangirls, but the new puppy news did not stop Baby Cavill from continuing to trend.
Henry loved watching his family grow. The puppy testing Kal’s patience, but Kal proving time and time again that he is a very good boy. And you were an incredible dog mom. Going through the photos on his new post brought a smile to his face as he found himself getting lost in a day dream. He couldn’t wait to introduce an actual little one to the family (though you’d argue that the puppy was indeed your baby).
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ramp-it-up · 1 year
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Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader
Word count: around 3K
Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).
Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.
Notice: I no longer operate a taglist. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post.
DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK
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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”
Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you. 
Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.
“Wow. Freudian slip much?”
“Fuck you, Chris.” 
You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.
“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”
He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.
“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.” 
He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention. 
Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.
“Gorgeous.”
As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor.  He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.
“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”
You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.
“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?” 
Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.
“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?” 
You sighed as he grinned knowingly.
”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”
Chris raised his eyebrow at you.
“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”
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Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out. 
But that wasn’t professional.
So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color. 
You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client. 
And a perfect gentleman.
Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.
Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.
“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?” 
Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.
His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.
“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”
You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.
“Just peachy.”
You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.
It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.
The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store. 
You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures. 
Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.
“Ay, yo!”
You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.
Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.
Maybe not.
Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.
Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress. 
You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.
“I have to have that.”
He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.
“You want it in your bedroom?”
Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.
“Want it. Need it. Bad.”
The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.
“What are you going to do with it?”
The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.
Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.
“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”
Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”
You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.
“You should get it.”
Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.
“Oh. I intend to.”
Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.
You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.
When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door. 
“Y/N.” 
He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.
“L-l-looks good.”
You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.
“C’mere.”
Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.
“Chris,--”
“Y/N, am I–”
You both stopped and chuckled.
“You’re right–”
“Cause I gotta tell ya-” 
You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.
Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”
Chris shook his head and chuckled. 
“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”
You shrugged your shoulders. 
“No one told me.”
Chris was looking at your lips.
“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”
He kissed you again and pulled back.
“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”
“Oh really?”
Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.
“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”
Chris looked down again. 
“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”
“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”
You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.
“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.” 
Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans. 
“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”
You moaned. 
“For me?”
“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”
Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.
“Fuck yeah.” 
You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.
“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”
Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.
“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”
He moved toward you again, nodding.
“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”
You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.
“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”
“Oh Chris…”
“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….” 
He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.
“Don’t stop Chris.”
His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.
You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.
He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.
“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”
He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.
“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.” 
His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.
“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”
Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.
“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”
You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.
“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.
Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic.  He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.
“Shit this is delicious.”
He tasted you again.
“You can’t be this perfect.”
And again.
“Holy shit.”
And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.
“Oh god, Chris….”
He pulled back, smacking his lips.
“That’s right. Give it to me.”
He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.
“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”
He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.
“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.” 
He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.
“Goo gul.” Good girl.
He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.
You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.
“Hey.”
Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.
“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”
He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.
“But first, I gotta see this.”
Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.
“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle,  Gorgeous.”
He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.
“Now watch closely.”
You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.
“So fucking hot.”
Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still. 
“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”
After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he  couldn’t hold back any longer.
You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you.    Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.
“Watch.”
Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.
“Keep those fucking eyes open.”
You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.
“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “
You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.
Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.
“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”
“Oohhh!” 
You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.
“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”
“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”
Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.
“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”
“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”
You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.
You opened your eyes and you were on  the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”
Chris kissed your nose.
“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”
You were flabbergasted.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”
You smiled wide.
“Yeah. And I’m glad.”
Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him. 
“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”
You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.
“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”
You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.
“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”
That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.
“The customer is always right.”
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sannirio · 4 months
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trust me i’ll be good
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WC: 1409
dom jeongin x amab sub reader (he/him/boy)
18+ MINORS DNI 「i’m serious」 
cw - non!idol au, dom jeongin, fingering, dumbification, temperature play, sub space, degradation, praise, severe overstimulation, boot kink?
A/N: hey! i’m back! sorry for such a long hiatus but i’m finally here. i don’t have anything interesting to say, i wasn’t kidnapped by san or got into a car accident. but i’m here! i hope you enjoy:)
{p.s} i've discovered im transfem and im now starting the process of transitioning, i might write a few afab fics here and there but ill still focus on amab fics. i love you all <3
“what’s wrong baby? you keep staring at my hands… does my needy little slut want me to use them?” jeongin looked amused, as he usually did when you got this needy. he was sat at his desk per usual, in a classic black waistcoat with matching slacks and a white button up underneath. a silver rolex adorned his left wrist. his sleeves were rolled up as if to say “c’mon you little whore let me show you who owns you.” it wasn’t fair how he teased you you were like this. how else were you supposed to react when this is how he looked. all you wanted to do in this moment was to feel his fingers inside of you.
he moved his foot slightly, giving you the subliminal permission to fall apart on his brand new oxfords. you crawled forward, pushing your aching cock against his shoe. the abrasive leather sent chills down the length of your cock. riding his shoe like a dumb little whore always made jeongin’s mind reel. it took him an army’s worth of strength not to push you up against his desk and use you right there, but the sight of his pretty little pet becoming a brain dead mess over the smallest things was all he needed to keep himself in check. jeongin lifted his foot up slightly, pressing the bridge of his shoe harder against you, forcing a yelp to escape your lips and a flinch to propagate your body. he chuckled at the result of his work “you’re so pathetic.” he was right too, your husband wasn’t doing anything but sitting there in his vintage leather chair watching a slut get all messy for him and here you were acting like a total slut at his foot. you wanted more though and he could tell. with how intently he was watching you cover his shoe in precum there was no way he wouldn’t notice your glazed eyes darting to his hand every few seconds. from the very start he wanted to push his index and ring fingers deep inside you but doing that right away wasn’t fun for him, no, he wanted actually needed to see his poor pathetic slut make a mess all over the floor before he gave you what you really wanted.
in one swift motion jeongin stole his foot out from underneath you mid thrust, purposely denying your sensitive cock the ache relief it craved. in half a second his hand held your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with the man who made you like this. he clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his lap, signaling you to lay down ass up. you did so, shaking ever so slightly from how pent up you were already. jeongin’s hands ran down your frame making you shiver. “so gorgeous” he muttered under his breath, grasping your hips tightly. a wash of cold air hit your side as he took his hand off your hip. placing his middle and ring finger in his mouth he made his fingers all wet, so he could slide them inside his pretty boy.
laying across his lap you could feel jeongins cock throbbing through his pants, your stomach was right on top of it so every time it flexed, you felt it push into you. he wasn’t going to let you touch it however. he wanted to loosen you up first, after all how were you going to fit that monster in you to begin with. a build up of pressure at your ass brought you back to reality, being cock dumb really does make your mind go blank. “open up hun” jeongin whispered. you whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, feeling his knuckles graze your ass before he pulled it out. sliding it in again, you could feel just how much he enjoyed doing this to you. even if his entire hand was cramping he wouldn’t stop until you were begging and crying for him to stop. you felt a second finger slide inside of you (his ring finger.) the feeling making you gasp slightly as he bent his two fingers into a curve. his pace quickened when he heard the pretty sounds he loved so much leave your lips.
three fingers were inside you now, stretching you out. the rhythm jeongin had set was perfect… for him, it kept you right at the edge of an orgasm. every half a second the jolt of pleasure from jeongin hitting your prostate made ripples throughout your poor body. at this point you were crying, tears streaming down your face. why was he being so rough, denying you the sweet release you needed right now. your cock ached so much it hurt, twitching constantly making you flinch every time it even brushed jeongins thigh. he could feel the mess you were making as it had seeped through his slacks. precum ran down his leg making him flex his fingers, a tingly sensation forming in his brain in the process. a simple “fuck”escaped his lips as the beed of precum made its way down his calf.
flexing too much made the ache in your cock ten times worse but you couldn’t help it. with how precise jeongin was, hitting your spot every single thrust, it basically made a pool of pleasure in your stomach, waiting… hoping to flood your body when the time came. “p-p-please c-cum n-n-n-now.” those three words were the only thing you could remember in the entire english language. somehow even a slut like you knew what you wanted, with how clouded your mind was, the average person would surely think you’d simply lost your mind. of course this amused jeongin. though he was aching as well, he wanted to see how his pretty little boy came
over him. “what do we say when we want something dear?” he spoke softly, in a way that was sure to provoke your dumb mind. like you were programmed to say it “please” limped out of your lips, almost like a soft breeze. “what was that baby? i didn’t hear you?” “p-p-please” you whined. the strength it took just to focus on that one word was immense. the pain and pleasure that was in control of your body was almost too much at this point. cock dumb wasn’t even adequate anymore; it was more like just plain slut brain. the “good boy” from jeongin licked your ears forcing you back into that purely blank state. all you could feel now was the relentless build up from his fingers hitting your g spot and jeongins knee pushing itself against your dick. moving back and forth slightly gave way to your build up. his long fingers kept their pace, moving in and out of you at just the right speed. the sound of his hand hitting your ass filled the room along with your moans and whines. his free hand took hold of your hair forcing your head up so he could look you in your beautiful clouded eyes. “be a good boy and cum for me.” he cooed, forcing one last thrust deep inside against your spot. that single push was enough to break down the dam that held back every ounce of build up that was being stored. for how long you’d been at his mercy, your sensitivity was overwhelming. it hurt to cum, but you needed to. it hurt so much but it felt so good. your body contracted as you came, tears streaming down your face like rivers of the word pleasure.
once you’d finished cumming, and your high settled down, jeongin slid your legs down and hoisted your body up, turning you in the process so he could face you. “are you ok my sweet boy?” he spoke so softly, it was angelic. you nodded, your brain was still a little hazy but your senses were coming back one by one. a big kiss was planted on your forehead as he caressed your face. “did i hurt you at all baby?” “no…” you shook your head once again “but i do feel sore.” “ok hun, we’ll have a bath together ok? i’ll be gentle while im cleaning you i know you’re still very sensitive.” giving him a peck on the cheek you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the go ahead to sweep you off your feet.
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buckyownsmylife · 7 months
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about a girl - chris evans angst
The one where Chris breaks your heart
Warnings: angst
A/N: yes, I did finally write an angsty piece. No, this was not provoked by whatever rumors have been circling around this man's life, as it has been written since last year or something of the sorts. Just enjoy it and don't forget to let me know if you liked it by reblogging it!
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Y/N’s P.O.V.
Everything was going well until it all went to shit. That’s the way my life seems to go.
The evening started like it always does: I walked into the party and Chris was already there, chatting up another girl who I had never seen before.
I didn’t feel attacked or intimidated. We’d danced this way before - countless times, in fact. It’d become some sort of routine now. The one who got there first would find some unsuspecting victim to chat up while we waited for the other to arrive.
I’d seen that movie a hundred times before. He never pounced, only played with the food until it got tired and old. That’s when he’d turn around and find me, and together we’d escape to a room or a bathroom - whatever was nearest.
Anywhere felt fine when I had his dick inside of me.
I’d been looking forward to this night for ages. Even primped myself for it. I was wearing my skimpiest dress, and nothing but a thong for Chris to undress tonight. So I didn’t even mind when he didn’t connect his eyes with mine once I walked through the door.
It was all a part of the game, I told myself. He liked the chase, and so did I.
“Why are you looking so gloom?” Brie scared me with the question. I had been staring at my beer for the last twenty minutes, waiting for Chris to make his move. I didn’t question it - he might have gotten lost in conversation. It happened quite often, depending on how much liquor was in his veins by the time I arrived. So I wasn’t even anxious, just a bit antsy. The underwear was riding up my butt and I just wanted to be without it.
I kept playing with the idea of interrupting their conversation to slip my panties into his pocket, but I decided against it. I wasn’t that adventurous. All of my energy in these gatherings was channeled into wild sex in “exotic” places. There wasn’t much of it left by now, as unfortunate as it was.
“I just…” I didn’t even know what to tell Brie. “I don’t know. Might be having a night off, that’s all.” She shouldn’t be worrying about me when the real reason why I was looking so out-of-place still hadn’t even glanced my way.
Another quick look and what I saw had my heart falling down to my stomach. Chris and the girl were full-on making out. He had her against the wall, one hand on her ass and the other buried in her hair, and I didn’t know what to say when my friend followed my line of sight and noticed what had gotten me so sad.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I didn’t need her words of compassion. It only had the mortification from this entire ordeal setting even heavier on my chest. 
I knew Chris didn’t owe me anything; we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, we weren’t together together. But every one of our friends knew about our customary hook ups. They were used to looking for us and finding us together, sometimes in compromising positions, so for him to just kiss someone else like it was no big deal felt beyond humiliating to me.
I wanted to go home, then and there. But I also didn’t want my friends to realize how hurt I was about it, so I knew I’d have to stay. I’d stay there and endure the humiliation, even when - through giggles and groans - the two of them found their way into a bedroom together, while I was left alone in the corner of a party I only went to in the hopes of spending time with Christopher.
It was hours before I saw him again, and even then, he didn’t see me - too focused on the conversation he was having with a common friend. I tried to be quiet as I approached them, I actually only wanted to grab myself another beer and they were the ones standing in the kitchen, but since he had his back to me, he didn’t notice my arrival.
I, however, couldn’t not overhear his words.
“So what? We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend anyway. Believe me, I would never date Y/N…” And that’s when he noticed me, standing there with a frown on my face.
I didn’t know how to react. I wasn’t going to lash out. I knew I wasn’t his girlfriend, but to be considered someone who could never earn the title hurt more than I cared to admit.
I didn’t know what to do. So I just left.
“Y/N…” He ran after me, for what reason I couldn’t understand. It’s not like he cared about me, not after what he did tonight.
“No, go away!” I yelled, my voice betraying just how hurt I was by his behavior. I hated it, hated that I couldn’t hide my feelings from the person who was the cause of them.
“Go and jerk off or something. Or find someone else who will fall to her knees and suck you whenever you want it. It obviously won’t be too hard.”
“You won’t at least hear me out?” That had me stopping in my tracks, ire making my heart beat so loud I could hear it ringing in my ears.
“Are you dumb?” I had to ask. “What could you possibly say to justify what happened in there?” That caught him by surprise. He fidgeted in his spot but didn’t open his mouth to say anything, and so I figured we were done for the night.
But just as I was about to leave… “We never talked about anything serious!” As if that was my problem with what had happened in there.
“And believe me, that’s on me.” I shook my head vehemently, crossing my arms in front of my body to show him that I meant business. “But it ends here and now. I can’t keep feeling this way every time we’re in a party together.”
Chris looked like he was struggling with something, but I wasn’t interested in letting him work through it at that time. “I know you could never love me.” Well, I knew that, now. “Not if you behave like that. Not if your only goal in life is to get more women into bed with you.”
He didn’t say anything and that’s when I decided it was time for me to leave. But I probably shouldn’t have mistaken his silence as a sign of his peace of mind, because the second that I turned my back to him, I heard his voice - barely over a whisper: “Maybe I just don’t know how to express my feelings.”
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fineanddandy · 2 years
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Don’t Run.
Summary: you just had to doubt Chris Evans…
Relationship: best friend!Chris Evans x black!reader
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUUUUUT!!!, too big/too much 🍌 story line, unprotected sex, real rough sex, oral (m rec), gagging/choking, graphic language, shit talkin, Evans wilding out, 18+
A/N: Um…here it is y’all lmao my Evans too big fic. Idk…this is…well, see for yourself 🙃
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You always figured you’d wrangled your fair share of…“beasts” in your time, men who stretched and banged you out just right. Really thought you had some heavy hitters under your belt. Your top 3 were the ones you bragged about the most to your friends, swearing they’re as big as you say; but then the one came strutting along, swinging his big bat around, prepared to show up all your hall of famers with his cocky smirk. And cocky for good reason.
You’d heard plenty rumors about Chris and you don’t know, something about the way he carried himself gave you every inclination that he was working with something serious between those meaty thighs of his. No one’s allowed to be that stacked, and that fuckin pretty, not to be. Swear his dick is big. Dude he is swangin down there I heard. You know mans knockin em down. You’d heard it all, and giggled with your friends about all the dirty things you’d do if you were to ever get your hands on Chris oh my god. And in your mind, due to your track record, you swore you could take him. Handle him. Sure, he’s big but is he really that big? You had to wonder the way girls gossiped about him. Maybe the girls he’d been with had never dealt with the kind of guys you have and they were just being dramatic. The side eyes your friends gave you when you tried to downplay him. You just had to talk your shit.
When word had gotten to Chris that you were talking all this noise, he had to laugh. Yeah he knew of your top 3, and sure, they may have done their thing and made an impression, but he knew he’d have your ass stuck on stupid fuckin with him. Chris didn’t have to brag on his dick; the girls he’d been with did that enough for him. It was best to keep his game on the hush, play it cool and modest…just to blow girls’ fuckin minds. And he could blow yours, since you had something to say. Comparing him to those dudes from your past when he’s nothing like them. He’s fuckin better.
“Didn’t think I’d find out…did you…”
Chris asks closing in on you, smooshing you up against your bedroom wall. When he hit you up to come over, you didn’t think it’d be to come charge you up for what you’d said. Forcing his way inside with this haughty glint he caught you entirely off guard…then you got a feeling what his little arrogant smirk was all about. You’d said too much…
“But then again, maybe that’s the plan. Just so I can give you what you want…”
He’s never treated you like this before you didn’t know what to do other than anxiously stare, steady yourself for the inevitable. Not too long ago you were so confident that your dorky friend was tamable but Chris shot all that to hell with power you didn’t know he had until this moment.
“And what do you think I want Chris?”
You’re on edge and that’s how he likes it. He doesn’t play around he snatches your wrist and forces you to cup his throbbing dick, his hot girth makes you gasp in surprise. Oh wow…okay…so…there’s…that.
“Mmhmm yeah…” he nods squeezing your hand with a stern groan, grinning when he hears a silent whimper from your tight lips. “This is what you want right cookie? Why you talked all that shit?”
Hands conjoined, you guys stroke his dick growing harder, even fatter, in the palm of your hand and your knees buckle a little. Good god there’s no way he can get any bigger…
Your voice is suddenly so broken and small. “Chris, I didn’t mean…”
The rest of your protest is muffled behind a rough kiss that’s led by an enticed moan from his vibrating lips, crushing you back into the firm wall and you just about fall to pieces. Slipping away beneath his slithering tongue pushing its way back over yours. Kissing you with all his might like he’s got something to prove. His cock wildly thumps between your curled fingers.
“Don’t talk your way out of this now that my dick is in your hand cookie…” His words are hushed and damp against your bruised lips, brushing them back and forth with a crooked grin, softly panting from your chokehold. “Can’t be too much to handle…not for you, right?”
You’re starting to second guess yourself.
“I was just saying…”
Chris pops a heavy frustrated hand into the wall shutting you up once again. “You should stop talking…and put your money where your mouth is.” He takes your hand off his swollen member just to manipulate your fingers to unbuckle his belt. Leaving you to handle the rest, Chris’s thick knuckles embrace your slacked jaw as he casts his hooded eyes down your front. “Maybe that’s where I should start hmm…this sexy ass loud mouth. Heard about me? I’ve definitely heard about you…” The edge of his thumb cradles the curve of your bottom lip and your mouth begins to water. “Those precious lips…wrapped around my cock so far down your tight throat…hm yeah heard about you alright…” A sliver of your tongue slips out to meet his salty skin, entranced by the seductive dark tone of his voice, “suck a little life from every dude you get on your knees for...”
His pants collect around his ankles as he shoves three of his fingers over your tingling tastebuds, pushing the back of your head into the wall with a small thud. You hum a weak moan around his hand and pull him stiff out of his boxers, gently stroking his cock with a firm fist. Your heart beat quickens the longer you stare into his demonic gaze as he drags you down to your knees. Just so you can be face to face with your destroyer dripping and engorged. You gulp down a hard knot, aware you’re about to really struggle taking all of him in your mouth. Chris chuckles at your worried stare up his muscular frame, happy to see you about to eat your words…and his dick.
“Take some of mine.” Chris bends over and whispers in your ear, withdrawing his saliva coated prints and securing them around his taught veiny skin. “This is your moment.”
As the words breathlessly hit your eardrum your mouth falls open with a needy moan, enough for him to jam his fat head in without warning. Inhaling sharply you go to push him back some but he slaps your hand away.
“No ma’am.” Chris reprimands dropping his hips into your face and you inhale another sharp gasp as he reaches the back of your throat. “Don’t you dare. Remember? You got it,” he thrusts his chiseled hips with a half smile, “love it when the dick’s so big you gag. Right?”
Asshole’s using your words against you as he vigorously fucks your mouth, pinning your head back, forcing you to choke with each stroke down your clenched throat. Hard breaths flare your nostrils as you groan out each time you’re slightly relieved of his immense weight. Nails digging into the sweaty palms of your hands you keep your fists behind your back.
“No hands like a good girl.” Chris’s smile is wide and happy. “Like a fuckin pro.”
The muscles in your jaw and throat start to strain but he doesn’t give a shit. Shouldn’t have been talkin. Head bobbing as drool drips from your dangling tongue and stressed lips. Every inch of your body pleasantly aches from the constant contraction of your gag reflex. Pussy so slippery wet between your burning thighs Jesus Christ you’re barely hanging on. Chris sounds so damn good growling and moaning out your name, mockingly laughing at your struggled breaths as he rolls his toned waist. Looks so damn good, hovering over you and leaning against the wall, licking his pretty pink lips with a dire need in his piercing glare.
“Fuck you look so hot a stupid little mess.” He lovingly wipes away your tears from your droopy lids. “Tired? Big mouth can’t take much more?” He falls out of your unlatched jaw. “Fine. Hands and knees. Now. Go.”
Whimpering, softly clearing your exhausted throat, you fall into formation as Chris yanks at your sleep shorts, tugging them down your round ass and down your trembling thighs until he’s throwing them across the room. Checking out how wet your pussy is from assaulting your mouth, Chris tears a couple of slaps into your ass and you collapse into the carpet with a tired moan.
“Haven’t even gotten to the best part yet and fuckin look at you…” He shakes his head watching your wetness procure along your folds beneath his faint touch.
You cry out, “Oh shit!” burying your face into the soft fibers of the carpet as he slips his middle finger up and down the length of your flittering slit before he sinks it inside your warm hole.
“That’s just my finger cookie and you’re shuddering. Sucking my fat ass cock turn you on that much?”
“Mmmm yessss,” you whimper into the floor, voice broken as you bite back your moans since your throat still hurts, “felt so good choking on your dick…”
Chris takes a taste of your wetness dripping from your swollen clit with a pleased hum, still slowly pumping his finger in and out of your squishy hole. Can’t help it when your body lurches forward, nerves so wrecked that even the heat from his tongue rattles you.
“My poor cookie…” He’s so amused pulling you back by your hips as he sits up on his knees, admiring your trembling skin. “I’m just warming up.”
Chris faintly runs his fingertips over your slithering spine, down the crack of your ass as he lines his length up with your slit. A soft sweet sigh parts his heaving chest, grinding his rigid girth into your warmth and it feels so damn amazing to you both. Your pussy throbs in distress, fisting the carpet as you softly gripe to yourself for opening your big mouth. Fuck he feels solid back there the pit of your stomach cramps in anticipation. You can tell by his hard breaths, the way he rocks you back and forth teasing your folds, that he’s about to fuckin wreck you.
“Chris please…please don’t…” You sputter a weak beg and he punished you for it, tearing a brutal cry from your feeble body.
“Aww…don’t what.” He taunts spitting down the taut slope of his dick, poking and prodding at your fluttering hole. “Don’t tease you? Don’t destroy this beautiful pussy?”
Chris slaps a heavy hand down on your shoulder to help drive his way through your narrow canal, and your intense groans echo into the floor. Every muscle trembles as he fills you up, your folds burning as they try to adjust around his size. Holding you still so you have no choice but to take the dull ache quaking through your core.
“Oh my god…oh fuck…oh my god…”
You squirm burying your clammy forehead deeper into the cushioned stiff floor. Shit, he’s way too much idle, beating in your guts like this fuck. Your nerves shudder in shock. His grip on your shoulder’s brutal as Chris tries to control his urge to cum already. You’re too sopping wet, too cramped for all this meat he’s forcing inside. Skin flushed, prickled with tiny beads of sweat, Chris licks his lips as he slowly pulls out some, so fuckin ready to give it to you like you deserve. You cough a yelp as he slams you face down into the floor, burning your nose and cheek dragging across the carpet.
“Starting to look like you wrote a check this pussy can’t cash huh…” Immediately skin’s clapping, he’s aggressively working those beefy thighs, fisting the back of your hair to lift your head up. “Who knew I’d be the perfect fit.”
Asshole’s relentless, brutally laying into your quivering pussy, keeping you perfectly arched as you whine up into the cool air. Nails scratching and digging into the floor it felt far from a perfect fit. It was entirely too much—your poor pussy had no time to get acquainted—and he gave zero fucks as your textured walls suck the life from him breathlessly laughing. Looking exquisitely miserable with your neck careened back, brows pinched and tears falling back into your hairline, Chris is utterly pleased to see you in your fuckin place. You felt so warm he almost closed his eyes but watching you be his little fuck toy had him stuck. Your ass quaking off his thighs with every bounce…hypnotized. He didn’t think you’d be so tight if you’re such the size queen you claim to be. Your top 3’s are a fuckin joke compared to Chris he can feel it with every ripple his veiny cock rolls over. Smack! Smack! Smack! He fills you so goddamn deep, so goddamn hard you attempt to scramble away but he jerks you by your fisted hair.
“Don’t you dare!” Chris darkly bites, shoving your head back down into the floor as he presses all his weight into your convulsing pussy, popping his brutal strokes. “Don’t you fuckin dare run from me cookie…”
You damn near scream, “Oh my god I’m not! Fuck!” Sinking lower into the floor, losing the battle.
“Sure feels that way…bring that ass back here…” Chris releases your burning scalp to drag you back to where you belong, anchoring a foot down as he crosses his hands at the small of your back. After some more overzealous pumps in and out your creamy pussy, finally you adjust and you just fall into a whole nother level of ecstasy. Nerves numb, completely spent, you become one with the floor and let Chris use you.
“Mm that’s it…that’s it you got it…take this dick baby…” All you can do is grumble some indistinct noises, eyes rolling back into your skull as you slip in and out. “Pussy looks so fuckin good stretched out around me holy shit!” He can’t stop staring that’s how much he loved watching your creamy goodness ooze down his length. Pussy lips so swollen but so pink and pretty just makes him want to beat them up more. Out of nowhere, he gently brushes a loving touch over them. That simple touch damn near sends you over the edge. Your tired legs spasm as you whimper,
“Ugh Jesus Christ Chris! Fuckin me so good!”
He growls a low sinful chuckle, nibbling down on his lip. “Oh now you wanna act out? Hm fuckin hilarious…yeah I’m fuckin you alright…fuckin you so good you keep squirting all over me.”
Two fat fingertips circling your sensitive clit violently alerts your body, locking it up as a wave of absolute pleasure starts to wash over your empty head.
“Oh fuck you’re so good!”
He can feel you start to unravel, your needy whines howling longer…knees digging harder into the carpet…
“The best?”
Chris audaciously smiles circling round faster as he grinds the hilt of his cock around your blistering hot entrance. If you could fall through the floor…he’s absolutely driving you mad toying with your clit while he’s thumping amongst your tingling walls.
“Best ever god please, please! Don’t fuckin stop I’m so close! Shit!”
You didn’t want to cum yet, but the more you felt his dick fight against your impending orgasm, the less you could fight it. Slowing his strokes, just to torture you, or lure you to cum all over him. Chris just about sighs, keels over, as he witnesses your sticky cum raining down his soiled skin. You just crumble, weeping out his name you’re cumming so hard your thighs cramp, you punch the floor. And you’re cumming so much Chris can’t hold out much longer as well, pulling out just in time to shoot his hot load all over your ass and lower back. Jerking off the rest over your spasming pussy just to see the combo of your cream drip down your bruised folds together.
“Mmm proud of you cookie. Took the beating of your lifetime huh…” Chris huffs a fatigued laugh as he cleans you up with the shirt off his back, tossing it to the side once you’re in the clear.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” you sigh lying back onto the carpet covered in your spit, tears and sweat. He can’t help but grin down at you all depleted but scowling him for acting out like that. Hunching over you, Chris drops to his hands, caging you in as he steals a hard kiss from your puffy lips. Dick already hefty bobbing between y’all’s tired hips. Now that you know what he’s working with…might as well go another round. His hand abruptly rings your neck as he smacks his lips away from your soft surprised gasp.
“Don’t run this time…”
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pro-sipper · 2 months
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What do proshippers generally believe about shipping real people? Stuff like creator x creator or celebrity x reader?
That it falls under the umbrella of "you should be allowed to write anything you want". Once again, it's not my personal thing. There's no real life pairing I read for, and the whole "blank x reader" is not appealing to me at all.
But I have no problem with people writing that stuff, or knowing it's out there. I saw someone a while back say that it's basically just writing about another character, and I agree with that. No matter how much a creator posts or how open a celebrity seems with their personal life, we're still only seeing a tiny snippet of their lives. We have no clue who they are when the cameras aren't recording because we just don't know them. And whatever someone chooses to write about is mostly stemming from that particular persona that they happen to put on for the world and that's it. It's completely separate from our reality because they're basically just writing about another made up character
The problem I have, and it's what I imagine most proshippers also take issue with, is when people start blurring the lines between fiction and reality. To me, there's a world of difference between posting something on ao3, and speculating on secret relationships in the comments of someone's youtube video. Or between talking about something on tumblr, and tagging the person directly on twitter.
I just don't understand people who condemn rpf and talk about how gross and invasive it is, but think it's funny to tag celebrities on twitter to bring up (what they think is) cringe-worthy fanfic tropes that people have written them into. Or people who print out fanworks to shove into an actor's face at a meet and greet and ask them what they think about it. That's where the lines get crossed, to me.
I think ao3 and tumblr still have an air of mysticism to them. A little secrecy, a little privacy. In the sense that someone in the public eye would have to put in a little work to find this stuff for themselves. They'd have to go to the site and search themselves up to find anything. As opposed to just about anyone in the world being able to force this content in their line of sight with a simple @ on a site like twitter.
So to me the problem isn't that this content exists. The problem is when people don't know how to keep fandom stuff private. Write all the rpf you want but remember at the end of the day these are real people, not your blorbos. You don't know them. It's inappropriate to say these things to them personally (which yes, also includes tagging them on twitter or in the comments of their videos). But it's also inappropriate to run up to them with other people's content just to say "look what these FREAKS wrote about you!!" And I think people either forget or just genuinely don't care about the latter.
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joejoequinnquinn · 1 year
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Just a little tooth-rottingly fluffy rambling of Joe looking after you when you’re under the weather 💞
Dedicated to @joesquinns who is currently not well, and to @quinnypixie & @lovejosephquinn who both need a big hug 🤗
RPF - don’t read if it’s not your thing. 18+ for mild NSFW content
In a Heartbeat
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The mattress dips under Joe’s weight, rousing you slightly from your fever induced dreams, although your eyes remain closed. Darkness still cloaks your bedroom, harsh sunlight doing it’s best to burst in around the sides of the heavy curtains. You groan, feeling the cool skin of the back of his hand rest gently on your forehead. Wisps of hair stick to your clammy temples as you lean in to his touch.
“How you feeling, darling?” He keeps his voice low, so as not to startle you.
Cracking one eye open gingerly, you attempt to speak but feel the daggers in your throat, pain engulfing you so the only noise that makes it’s way out is a whimper. You shake your head, a single tear escaping the corner of your eye, trickling down your cheek on to the sweat covered pillow beneath your head. Joe’s thumb moves down to tenderly wipe the tear tracks away, warm lips pressing a stamp of love to your temple.
“It’s okay…” he soothes “…go back to sleep.
I’ll check on you in a hour when it’s time for your pills, ‘kay?”
Nodding, you summon all your strength to reach out and squeeze his hand as a thank you, before rolling on to your other side and slipping back in to a deep sleep, exhausted simply from the effort of moving.
You can’t remember the last time you were this unwell. What started out as a bit of a tender throat and feeling a little warm at work quickly turned in to you barely making it back home without passing out on the tube, not able to swallow without wanting to cry in pain. The muscle aches arrived overnight and you haven’t been able to get out of bed since.
Joe had, of course, been the perfect nurse. He’d ushered you back to bed with a stern face when you’d attempted to shuffle your way to the kitchen for water and painkillers, tucking you in with kiss to the forehead and strict instructions to do nothing but rest. He’d made you warm soup to soothe your throat, even going so far as to feed it to you when you’d said you weren’t hungry. You’d glared at him as he made stupid, over the top aeroplane noises with the spoon, but the cheeky wink in your direction and grin on his face eventually made you smile reluctantly and open your mouth to force down enough soup to satisfy him.
You hear the wardrobe door bang closed, followed by hushed curses from Joe’s lips before you roll on to your back and inhale deeply.
“M’awake…” you whisper horsely.
“Shit, sorry love, I was just trying to grab you a fresh pillow. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“S’okay.” You make yourself smile for his benefit, although you still feel like death warmed up.
Joe reaches your side and helps you to sit upright, keeping a solid arm around your waist to steady you as your head begins to spin. You grip tightly to his bicep as the room twirls before your eyes.
“I’ve got you.” He promises, before quickly switching out your warm, damp pillow for a cool, dry one “Right, arms up.”
You frown your question in place of words. He chuckles softly and tilts his head.
“Arms up!” He insists, tapping under your elbows and moving to tug the hem of your pyjama top over your head.
You grumble, but relent, lifting your arms as much as you could without them feeling like dead weights. Joe peels the material off you, throwing it expertly in the laundry basket in the corner of your room. Goosebumps scatter across your exposed skin as the cool air washes over your body, a sudden shiver making you wince as your muscles convulse. The uncomfortable sensation lasts only seconds, a clean top being placed over your head as Joe pulls one of his own t-shirts down to cover you back up. You sigh gratefully.
“Better?” He asks, eyes all big and concerned.
“Mmm…” Is all you can manage, but you hope the gratitude is conveyed all the same.
“Good.” His smile crinkles his face and even though you feel like crap, your heart wants to burst out of your chest at how much love you feel for him “Because it’s time for your pills.”
“Can’t…” You force out a croak of resistance “Hurts…”
“I know babe, but if you don’t take them it won’t get better. So put your big girl pants on and just do it anyway, yeah?” Joe’s eyebrows rise in the middle, hands offering a glass of water and a couple of pills the size of horse tranquillisers which you reluctantly take.
The effort of swallowing them with massively swollen tonsils makes you gag, and it takes several attempts but you eventually manage, opening your mouth like an in-patient to show him they were both gone.
“Good girl.” He winks, stroking your cheek and booping you on the nose.
You swat his hand away, lowering yourself back down to enjoy the fresh pillow.
“You’re a…tyrant…Quinn” you whisper, eyelids heavy again. The sound of his gentle laughter in your ear in the last thing you hear before succumbing to sleep.
It takes a couple of days for your fever to break, and a couple more still for your muscles to stop screaming at you every time you attempt to move. Ever so slowly, the pain in your throat subsides and you begin to feel a little more human. When Joe peeks his head round the door, he’s surprised to see you propped upright in bed.
“You’re up!” He greets cheerfully, walking to place a fresh drink down for you and perching on the edge of the bed.
“Indeed I am”
“And you can speak properly again!” Joe gasps, hands signalling to the heavens dramatically. You nudge him sharply with your knee from under the duvet “and you can MOVE without PAIN?! Will the miracles ever cease?!”
“Pack it in, you lemon.” A smile lights up your face for the first time in a week, and Joe beams back at you.
“You think you could manage some breakfast?”
“Breakfast sounds good” You sigh, crinkling your nose “but first I need a shower, because I feel absolutely disgusting”
“Yeah, I didn’t like to say anything but I can smell you from here…” Joe pinches his nose and earns a slap on the shoulder.
He helps you out of bed, but your legs are still wobbly and you don’t get far by yourself without them buckling. Joe is there immediately, slotting a strong arm around your waist to take your weight, pulling you close to his side.
“Looks like I might have to give you a hand, sweetheart…”
“However will you cope?” You tease
“It’s a tough job, but on this occasion I am willing to take one for the team.”
“Such a selfless act…” Your hand clasps your chest in mock admiration as you head to the bathroom side by side.
Joe helps you undress after turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up. He quickly sheds his own t-shirt and grey sweatpants while still somehow managing to keep a steadying hand on your hip.
Guiding you under the water, he laughs when a sexy gasp erupts from your lips at the glorious pressure of the shower jets against your skin.
“Christ, babe. Keep that up and we’re gonna have a situation here in a minute.”
“Sorry” you bite your lip “Just feels so good after being stuck in that bed for so long”
He spins you gently so you’re facing the tiles, insisting that he washes your hair for you. You protest half-heartedly, but give in pretty quickly once you feel his fingers caressing the shampoo into your scalp. An erotic sounding moan escapes, and Joe can’t help but react by pressing all of himself against your back.
“Joseph!” You laugh
“Look, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself love - i warned you!”
You turn again to face him, letting him watch as you tip your head back into the water stream to wash out the shampoo, suds cascading down your shoulders and over your bare breasts. Joe’s eyes follow the rivulets of water as they run down your body - gaze swallowing you up as if you’re the prey he wants to devour.
“Uh-oh…” you murmur, leaning forward to trace your fingertips over his chest “I know that look.”
“Can’t help it, you’re too fucking beautiful” he smirks as he catches you glance down between his thighs.
“So you mean to tell me that even in my current state, all weak and feeble and probably still riddled with germs…you’d still wanna fuck me?”
The glint in his eye is unmistakable, hands clutching at your hips and pulling you flush against his skin under the warm water as steam fills the bathroom. He whispers into your mouth.
“In a heartbeat.”
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akatsuki-shin · 14 days
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🍊 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧: 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐏𝟒𝐏 🍊
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cevansbaby-dove · 1 month
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Chris and the kids make cookies.
Just a cute one shot.
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Chris was busy working in his office when he hears his door slowly open and in pops a head of Ivy then matty. He smiles. "Whatca you two up too?" he pushes his office chair from his desk and says. "okay come on"
They run in and Ivy says. "Daddy can we make cookies for mommy and Ava?"
Matty nods. "pwellsee!!"
Chris laughed. "What kind of cookies?" Ivy thinks. "Coco??" Chris thinks. "hmmm those are mommy's favorites so sure we can do that but shhh we should surprise them ok?"
They both nod and matty says. "ookies!!"
Chris stands up. "Okay where is mommy?" Ivy takes his hand. "upstairs" "Good" he walks into the kitchen and looks around the kitchen "Okay we can do this"
"Okay ivy i'll help you kiddos" he grabs bowls and starts getting the stuff out. Matty stands on a stool. "helps?" Chris smiles. "Of coarse buddy"
half an hour later I walk downstairs and smell the freshly baked cookies. "Hey you three what's this for?" Ivy runs over to me and i pick her up and she says. "Cookies for you" Matty laughs. "ookies!"
Chris turns and smiles at me. "They asked" I walk over and look at the sheets of cookies. "Aw i love them you three"
I kiss Ivy's head then bend down to kiss Matty on the top of his head and i look at chris and he smiles more. "Where's my kiss?"
He frowns and i set Ivy on her feet and wrap my arms around Chris's waist and give him a kiss on his lips then we hear. "Eww!"
I turn my head and lean it on Chris's chest and he rubs my back. "we should not kiss in front of them"
"No we will to show them how much their mom and dad love each other" i give him another kiss then we all enjoy the cookies.
tags: @cutedisneygrl @angelbabyyy99 @bookishtheaterlover7 @patzammit @armystay89 @nicoline1998enilocin
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k4thl18n · 4 days
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First Kiss (Race 2)
A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.4k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys]
last part - masterlist - next part
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Everywhere I go to find quali/race results to base this off of it gives me different numbers?? So these race results are just gonna be random.
Quali came to an end once again, the feeling slightly tamer than the first time as Lance pulled back into his side of the garage, Nico not far behind.
He was slightly disappointed he qualified p10 but it'll be fine as long as he can actually finish this race (and hopefully get points for the team this time.)
He heard Nico talking to his engineer on the other side of the garage and decided to go over, not having much to do on his side.
"Seriously, the wheels locked up like twice. You were watching and I know you noticed so the fact that you're ignoring the issues is bullshit-"
Maybe not the best time to stand around.
He decided instead of hanging around with Nico he'd just walk around the paddock, his race suit hanging by his hips as he walked by the other teams garages, seeing how busy everyone else on the paddock was. He could tell some people were quick to go home but he wasn't ever in a rush to get back to his hotel room, it was usually boring anyway.
"Ah, Lancito, I was just looking for you" There it is. The voice Lance looks forward to hearing as soon as the race week starts, and most likely the reason he decides to stay back as late as he does
"Nando, Hi" He flashed a smile at the long haired driver, stoping in his tracks so they could walk together
"Nando?" The shorter man echoed, catching up to Lance as they both continued walking, steps in sync as they made their way around the paddock
"Well, I figured it was only fair for me to give you a name since you gave me one" Lance nodded as he spoke, afraid the older man had a problem with it, it was quite childish, he wasn't sure why he even called him that, Fernando worked just fine, it was a silly nickname
"I like it, Sounds good coming from you." Fernando smiled up at Lance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him down to his level "Guess we are friends now, eh? Coworkers do not usually have special names for eachother"
Lance nodded again, he supposed Nando was right. He turned to look at him as he continued to speak, rambling about many things but all Lance could think about was how good he looked. He'd never really examined the Spaniard like he was doing now, sunglasses propped up on his head, holding his hair out of his face, it seemed like he had just shaved that morning, the shadow of his facial hair barely visible, his lips curved slightly upwards as he talked, his hair curling in every direction but somehow he made the messy look seem intentional
"What hotel do they have you staying at, Lancito?" Was the first thing Lance really heard after spending god knows how long just staring at Fernando. How embarrassing.
"Uhm- Mövenpick? I think, Otmar has my keycard somewhere." Lance hummed, having lost the keycard to the hotel in Bahrain Otmar had decided it was best to put Nico and Lance in the same room and "look after" Lances keycard until they headed back.
"Ah, I see. I didn't realize they'd put drivers in different hotels."
"If you miss my company so much you're welcome to come along, you know I get special priviliges because of my dad" Lance joked, at this point he was so used to people belittling him to just being his fathers son that he had started to do it as well
"Ah, don't say that Lancito" Fernando almost scolded him, moving his hand to tap the back of his head "You forget I'm world champion, I could buy another hotel ticket if I wanted to."
Lance laughed, nodding in agreement, there wasn't anything stopping Fernando from doing anything really, after he left the paddock he could go wherever, do whatever, it's not like he signed away his soul to F1 so moving hotels wouldn't be a big deal "I know, I know, but if you ever want free stuff, Mr. World Champion, you know who to ask" Lance hummed, taking his turn of having his arm around Fernandos shoulder "These are the perks of being friends with a nepotism baby"
"I'll take your word for it then" Fernando laughed, accepting the change of positions, it wasn't very comfortable reaching up to drape an arm around Lances shoulder anyways.
A comfortable silence fell over them, neither feeling the need to add anything more, it was odd, how well they had clicked. They got along better together than either of them did with their teammates but no one was complaining. Lance liked having someone to go to outside of the Racing Point garage and Fernando liked having someone he felt like this towards, whatever "this" was. They were snapped back to reality when Otmar finally found Lance
"God kid, I was looking for you. Nico's about to head back so I figured now was a good time to give you the key" He pulled out a think black card and handed it to Lance "Don't lose it this time, alright?" He asked, not letting to just yet.
"Alright, I'll attach it to my arm, okay?" Lance joked, turning back to Fernando "Think about it, really, if your hotel gets boring you're more than welcome at mine." He said before making his way out of the paddock, catching up to Nico so they could leave together
Odd was all Otmar thought, he didn't realize his driver had gotten so close to Fernando, he'd thought maybe it was just press, or maybe some plan the Spaniard had, but he had nothing to gain from staying late and just sitting next to him.
Lance tried not to be disappointed when night came and went and Fernando had decided not to come, it was silly, but a part of him was looking forward to seeing him outside of the paddock, outside of the blue and yellow.
They were so busy before the race that Lance hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard let alone talk to him, before he knew it interviews were over and he was in his car, lined up in the fifth row, Nico barely behind him.
Fernando was right in saying Malaysia was going to treat him better, he had managed to make up three places and actually get points for his team in his second grand prix.
It felt great, even though it wasn't a podium like Fernando had gotten getting points waa a big deal for the rookie (driver and team).
The debrief went smoothly considering how both Nico and Lance finished the race with no major problems, as they gathered their things and the team started to leave the garage one by one Lance couldn't help but notice the blue in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and smiled when he confirmed it was in fact Fernando
"Good-" Lance started, trying to beat Fernando to congratulating eachother was proving to be difficult
"You did great, Lancito" Fernando commented, walking into the garage now that it was practically empty "Your overtakes are pretty decent for a nepotism baby, eh?"
Lance laughed, hitting Fernandos arm "Guess you did pretty good for a world champ then, huh?" It was nice, the banter they had, if anyone else joked with him jow Fernando does he was sure he'd take it the wrong way but with how Fernandos treated him since they met he had no doubt in his mind that every jab he made towards him was lighthearted.
"Any plans before Australia, Lancito?" Right, Lance had forgotten there wasn't another race for two weeks
"I'm not sure, I always end up somewhere though" He laughed, leaning on the counter behind him, using his hands to prop himself up "How about you, where are you going, Nando?"
"Me and Mark, Mark Webber, were planning on spending the break in Australia together"
Right, he forgot Fernando was close to Mark, the driver who's seat he took.
"Could you tell him I'm sorry?" Lance hesitated to speak, wondering if the Australian was mad at him for ending his career early
"He doesn't mind, trust me, if he wasn't okay with ending his career he would've signed with someone else." Fernando consoled the younger, patting his shoulder after he finished "Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"
Lance laughed, shaking his head at the comment in efforts to ignore the pink tint covering his face "Alright, Nando."
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maya-chirps · 1 month
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It's a little funny and a bit odd to me that there are some people who still don't take fanfiction seriously regardless of its content or even understand what it is. I could point out that there's a lot of literary classics that could be considered as fanfic, but honestly I'd rather just talk about how my dad uses them to teach his students.
My dad is a college professor that teaches legal writing for pre-law school students and one of the things he often does is assign classical books to students to read to get them used to reading English because not everyone here is that good at that. Reading is a good way to familiarize yourself with how a language works especially in formal settings and let's you learn words that you may not be familiar with.
Okay, you improved reading ability, that doesn't really improve writing and not everyone wants to start writing long documents in legalese. My father decided that an easy way to get people invested is to use what they learned from he stories and have his students make their own continuations or plotlines — he makes them write fanfiction. He didn't call it that until we brought up that it sounds like fanfiction and we've been calling it that since. He makes his students write what are essentially alternate endings, fix-it fics, and continuations and at times, even RPF.
One of his students, who was once my sister's classmate at high school so that's why he brought him up, wrote an RPF story where he was a general in the war and my dad was once a lower ranked officer who got killed in action and then submitted that for an assignment like that's objectively funny that my dad just accepted a fic where he dies written by this 19-year-old.
Writing these stories may seem silly but they genuinely improve your writing ability and especially if you were not that familiar with writing in the language you're writing for.
He's not even the only teacher that uses fanfic to engage with students since I myself had had teachers that essentially made us do the same thing. Hell, I had a writing teacher in art school that made money off of Wattpad before too and was very open to fanfic.
It cannot be understated how something as silly as fanfic has genuinely helped so many people learn how to write even professionally and especially for people who may not be that used to a the secondary language they needed to write in.
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asskickedbygirl · 1 year
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I have no idea if requests are open but… perhaps a sub!Knoxville for the New Year?? Love your writing 😍
In Charge
[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]
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Desc: Johnny has been trailing you around at work all day, desperate for your touch. You deal with him when you finally get home
A/n: Sorry for being so late... anyways my return fic its been like what? two weeks? Also ty anon! happy very belated new year to you too!
Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, edging, oral (F!Receiving) , sub/dom dynamics
2.2k words 
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“I need you” Johnny whispered in your ear, taking your hand and bringing it down to feel his crotch before you tore it away.
“I’m working PJ.” You placed your headset back over your ears, pretending you had something so much more important do to, stomping off to find Jeff.
Sure you could’ve taken a quick break to help your boyfriend out but what was the fun in that when you could see him all whiny and desperate for your touch for the whole day? Every time he spotted you alone, scanning over your clipboard and talking to various crew members about production issues he’d hobble over like a lost puppy, pleading with you to suck him off or to let him fuck you in his trailer. It was like when he got horny he turned into a whimpering mess, like a teenager who hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Despite his compulsive pleading you’d never give in, only working him up until you could deal with him when you got home.
“PJ if you don't stop coming over here and begging me to fuck you you’re getting nothing when we get back. Do you understand?”
Johnny looked down at his shoes shamefully.
“I’m harder than Portland cement sweetheart. What am I meant to do?”
You looked around to make sure no one was paying you mind before tugging Johnny’s chin up to face you, angry look in your eyes. 
“Don’t come til I can deal with you then, since you want me so bad.”
Johnny groaned, realising he really had pulled the short end of the straw but you were off again before he could verbally protest/throw a toddler-like tantrum. Sex with you made him eager for it whenever he possibly could, something that became a blessing and a curse. 
It was a long day of shooting after that ultimatum, Johnny screwing up the simplest lines when his mind was clouded, whether his hard-on had subsided or not. You revelled in watching him get all flustered and frustrated, knowing it was your doing though the cast and crew were not too thrilled about the extra time spent reshooting over and over.
Eventually the end of the day came and Johnny practically ran three red lights trying to beat the traffic, his grip on the wheel tightening as he shot you nervous side glances, trying to determine what he was in for. Your expression remained stone cold, eyes fixed on the road ahead, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 
Once you arrived at the house and made your way to your bedroom, you instructed Johnny to sit on the bed as you sat on the armchair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other.
“Aren’t you gonna come over here?” He asked, brows knitting together in desperation. 
“Take your clothes off.” is all you responded with, leaning back and getting comfortable while your boyfriend stripped off until he was completely bare, appearing a little abashed.
“Am I the only one getting naked tonight?” 
You bit back a grin.
“Maybe later, have to see if you’re good first.” 
Johnny sighed, leaning back on his arms as he awaited your input.
“You can touch yourself.” 
His brow quirked before he spat on his hand and reached down to pump his already hardening cock slowly, eyes locking into yours with deep-set lust. You admired him as he pleasured himself, thumb swiping over his tip just how you would. 
“Wish it was your hand. Or your tongue.” He spoke lowly, never ceasing eye contact.
“Too bad you were nagging me all day. Maybe if you weren't so desperate it would be me making you feel good.” 
Johnny shook his head at your snarky reply, hand beginning to pick its pace up. 
“So what's the punishment here, I jerk off in front of you while you squeeze your thighs together?” 
Nothing slipped past that man. You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves tugging your shirt off, your bra remaining on. 
“Well that's something to work with.” Johnny bit his lip, jacking off even quicker at the sight of you a little less clothed. 
You could tell by the way his breath hitched and the pumps became erratic that he was close.
“Don’t come.” 
“What?” Johnny croaked out, panting.
“I said.” You leaned forward and reached around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your chest, 
“Don't come.”
Johnny’s face fell as soon as he realised what you meant.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he worked himself to the edge before pulling his hand away, squeezing his eyes tightly while feeling the orgasm die away. 
“Good boy.”
“Don’t.”
You giggled, that was never a nickname Johnny appreciated. 
“You’re such a bitch you know that?” 
“Awww but you love me.” You fake pouted.
Johnny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms.
“I’d love you a little more if you’d help me out.” He nodded down to his erection, red and angry, a pleading look in his eye. You smirked before unbuttoning your pants and shimmying them off, Johnny catching an excited grin. He bit his lip and appeared as smug as ever as your pants were discarded, you leaning back into your chair.
“Go again.”
Johnny’s face dropped once more
“You’re fucking with me doll.”
You smiled, shaking your head as your boyfriend groaned, returning his hand to his cock. 
“See you’d do anything I’d tell you wouldn’t you?”
Johnny angled his hips upward and let his mouth hang open a bit, eyes never leaving yours.
“Anything.” He murmured, shaking his head.
You reached your hand down to rub yourself over your clothed clit, Johnny’s eyes flicking immediately down to examine your movements. He released a strained moan as he got himself closer to the edge for the second time, your display offering a helping hand. 
“Don’t come.”
Johnny rolled his eyes, his hand not ceasing.
“I know the drill baby.”
Your fingers moved faster to match Johnny’s, your orgasm looming over you. Eventually the both of you almost made it, about to tip over but promptly removed your hands and fingers as soon as the other did. Matched noises of annoyance were heard followed by synced pants. Johnny looked over to you, his eyes dripping with pure lust. 
“You gonna let me touch you now?” 
You bit back a grin, nodding him over as your eyes hung low. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to you, tall body looming. He bent down and kissed you, your lips locking together before he sleazily slipped his tongue in. As you sloppily made out you began pushing his shoulders down, urging him to get on his knees which he complied in doing. You pulled away from each other, Johnny’s hands now rubbing the sides of your thighs, fingers looping under the band of your panties. 
“If you do a good job I’ll fuck you.” 
Johnny slipped your underwear off of you.
“I always do a good job.” 
You pulled his head up from his hair to stop him from diving in.
“Don’t be so cocky or you won’t come today.”
Johnny sighed.
“Yes ma’am.”
Light kisses were littered along your inner thighs, little kitten licks added to some before he was at your heat, glancing up at you as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly. You bit your lip as your breathing increased, fingers dragging through Johnny's scalp. His mouth moved down to your entrance, adding more tongue while his nose pressed against your clit.
“You’re already soaking.” He murmured into you, the hot breath adding even more pleasure. 
Your hips bucked forward into Johnny’s face the faster his tongue moved, fingers beginning to sneak up, rubbing through your folds. You continued your steady strings of moans as a finger pushed into you, Johnny’s lips latching back onto your clit to suck. You tugged his hair as he added another finger, moving them in and out as fast as he sucked.
“Fuck baby.” You threw your head back, Johnny's eyes flicking up to look at your expression, smiling smugly against your heat.
His cycle of fingers and tongue quickened until you were worked to the very edge, your eyes shut tightly as you focused on coming on your boyfriend’s fingers. You released with a load moan, hips involuntarily bucking forward against Johnny as you did so. Johnny’s fingers continued for a moment before slowing to a stop, letting your clit go with a pop and removing his soaking digits. 
You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend, taking his wrist in your hand and moving his fingers towards his lips, pushing them into his mouth so he could taste you. His drooping eyes were locked into yours as he sucked them dry, whimpering quietly. After you figured he’d had enough you pulled his fingers away from him, instead swiping the spit that coated his soft lips around them with your thumb and leaning down to kiss him. You kissed for a few seconds before standing up, pushing Johnny to his feet as well before shoving him back down to sit down on the armchair, straddling him as his eyes glimmered with glee. 
“Fucking finally.” He whispered, smiling smugly as you sat yourself down just in front of his cock.
You extended your hand wordlessly, Johnny catching the memo and promptly spitting on your hand, allowing for you to pump his rock hard length for a few moments. Johnny bit back the moan that was brewing in his throat, head pushing against the back of the chair trying to suppress his pleasure. 
“I think you made me wait too long. I’m gonna come in T-5 seconds.” Johnny moved your hand away to stop you bringing him any closer to the edge that was already so near. 
“You can take it.” 
You pushed yourself up onto your knees and positioned Johnny’s cock so it was right at your entrance, tracing it through your folds for a moment before sinking down, earning a moan from both parties. 
Johnny’s hands on your waist tightened, head lulling forward onto your tits as he braced himself, the feeling of your cunt too orgasm-inducing to bear. 
“It’s always like it’s the first time with you.” He laughed, eyes shutting tightly.
You pulled Johnny up from his hair, forcing him to look up at you.
“It’s alright, we all gotta lose our virginity at some point.” 
Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed. 
“Would a virgin eat pussy like that?” He kissed your nipple as he stared up at you before you sunk down again, building a slow rhythm. 
“Stop being so cocky. Who’s in charge here?” 
You furrowed your brows as you quickened your pace in an effort to derail Johnny's snappy comments even if they turned you on. Your means were successful as Johnny’s eyes shut once again, mouth falling slightly agape. 
“I said-” 
You moved forward to whisper into his ear, grinding against him while fully bottomed out. 
“Who’s in charge here?” You uttered, hot breath sending shivers down Johnny’s spine causing him to let out a low groan.
“You.” He croaked out, voice strained from pleasure. 
You hummed in approval, kissing the shell of his ear as you switched back to bouncing on his cock, the change of speed forcing Johnny’s eyes shut. You revelled in the sensation of being filled up as well as your boyfriend’s contorted expression. The closer you came to coming, the tighter you squeezed your cunt, eliciting a desperate moan from Johnny.
“Fuck I’m gonna come doll.” 
You kept up your bouncing even when the squeeze of Johnny’s fingers into the skin of your waist was a sign to how close he really was.
“Hold on for another minute baby, I’m close too.” 
You pushed the hair off of Johnny’s forehead as he released a disappointed whimper. Having already been edged that night he was not looking forward to waiting any longer. Lucky for him, the feeling of his tip pressing into your g spot was hurtling you towards your orgasm, your hands digging into Johnny’s neck and increased moans giving a warning. The band in your stomach finally snapped, Johnny having to buck his hips up into you to chase his own impending orgasm. As you convulsed, the after effects of your big finish washing over you, Johnny came inside of you, the groan he let out being long and much needed. He held your hips down, not letting go as you felt him paint your insides, coming for at least ten seconds.
“Jesus that was a big load.” You smirked, Johnny burying his head into your chest.
“Fuck off.” He mumbled. 
After a minute of silence you got off of your boyfriend’s lap, trailing off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, leaving him to lay fucked out on the armchair.
“You know when you're following me around and begging me to fuck you in future, it won't end like this.” You called out, a hint of sarcasm in your words. 
“I know.” 
Johnny sighed, moving himself from the chair to planting his stomach flat on the bed, bare ass out in the open. You laughed as you re-emerged. 
“You know it’s only like seven o’ clock right?”
“G’night.”
End. 
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lovejosephquinn · 1 year
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omg omg imessage with drunk joe who starts confessing like “gurl u so hot wanna marry me?” and you be like “you we’ve been married for 3 years now”
HAHAHA. I thoroughly felt like I was dealing with a drunk mess. What an absolute idiot. 👀
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