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flordeamatista · 8 months

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𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲

pairing: bodyguard!ari levinson x mafia!princess reader

concept: You intrigue me, moving on top of me, touching my lips here and there, and I am enveloped by more desire.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: bratty reader, desire, lust, p— in-v, edging, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise, mature themes, small gun violence at the night club, teasing, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

a/n: Thank you @sunshinebuckybarnes and @lookiamtrying for always being the finest menaces, and I know this is a few months late, but here it is.

lovely beta: Thank you so much @writing-for-marvel for listening to all the ideas I had for this story and for always lifting my spirits. @lunarbuck Thanks for always telling me it wasn't a silly dream and for always encouraging me. lots of love for you both.

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The sky burns higher and higher, love, is fire too scary for you

Stepping into the house, the sound of your designer red heels striking the marble floor blasts through the foyer like a raging fire storm. Your unyielding determination and boiling-hot rage shines through every step you take.

His eyes are dominated by a blue hue that seems to numb your energy.

He glares at you as if you are nothing more than air; as if he didn't intend to acknowledge your presence.

You want to reach out and rip that icy gaze off his face. No one ever ignores you in such a manner in this state, or anywhere else for that matter.

“You’re destroying my life!" Your voice reverberates through the walls as you throw anything within reach to express your seething hatred for him.

Ari can’t help but take a deep breath, feeling your shouts stab at his head like spears.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" You snarl through gritted teeth as you tear off your heels, aiming them at his face. “You know, I could hire someone to get rid of you."

For the one single night when all you want is freedom, he’s here trying to drag you out of the car. You tried escaping by hiding in the backseat of your friend's car, but you never got to the gate. You didn't have time to enjoy your freedom before Ari Levinson dragged you away.

Your humiliation reached its peak when he laughed, mocking your position as a mafia princess who has to beg her own bodyguard to stay away from her. The laughter sent ripples of anger and shame shooting through your veins.

"Do it, Princess." He smirks mockingly. “I would love to see them try."

Your nails dig deep into the flesh of your palms as you clench them tightly together. You scream at the top of your lungs as you ascend the stairs to your room.

Ari can still hear faint echoes of your cries drifting through the hallway until they slowly die away completely. His thoughts drift as he picks up your heels and walks up to your room, murmuring to himself, "This spoiled princess wants to be a brat."

Having no escape, no freedom, I will shake the world to get what I want.

There is something magical about dancing as rainbow-like colors illuminate the room around you, every move creating a small firework. As the music plays, the room fills with a sweet smell of sweat and perfume that only enhances the experience. Your arms move through the air and your feet bounce in step with the beat. Closing your eyes, you let go of everything else as you reach for the sky with wide eyes and a contagious smile in your heart.

The music plays, and you laugh to yourself, knowing he will probably kill you because of what you did.

“There she is!” You turn to see your best friend, Irnia. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she hands you a glass filled to the brim with sparkling golden liquid. "How did you escape that beefy dreamy bodyguard of yours?"

A smirk appears on your lips as you sip the drink. “He’s wet and trapped in a bathroom with a broken door knob."

Through careful planning, you managed to lock Ari in the bathroom and break his doorknob. You collected your phone, along with other items he had hidden to keep track of you, and escaped. Your only desire was to hear him grunt in anger when he realized you had outsmarted him. But his blue eyes had lost their intensity long ago; they could never keep up with his work.

The music pulses through the club's veins, coursing through the air and pushing people to dance and laugh. With joy, drinks are thrown back and mouths are wide open.

There is a flicker before the lights go out, plunging everyone into darkness. Screams of surprise echo off the walls. As panic grips the crowd, hands grasp each other desperately in search of an escape.

You suddenly realize, as you feel yourself being pushed by the crowd, that your exit plan is stuck at home because you had locked him in.

Chaos in your mind leaves you speechless, and words cannot describe how fear engulfs you and flushes out the light.

Your finger trembles at the trigger of your gun, and your heart races in anticipation. A cold bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and mingles with the night's warmth, washing away what remains of your sense of security.

You take a deep breath and lunge forward, gripping your gun tightly as if it’s a lifeline.

A frantic noise outside causes a chill to grip your body, so you raise your weapon and cry as tears slowly trail down your cheeks. A burning white light weighs down on you, making breathing even more difficult.

The burning white lights mock you with what they can't provide.

Safety.

If you close your eyes, all you can see are a pair of familiar ocean blue eyes.

Ari had insisted you carry a handgun strapped to your leg and taught you how to use it, although he kept a distance from you. “It’s either your life or theirs. These men will not hesitate to shoot. Are you prepared?" You suddenly feel as if he was protecting you with his advice.

Your gun is aimed at the door, ready to face whatever danger may arrive. It feels heavy, but you know it is worth the effort for the sake of your life.

You feel an icy chill run down your spine as the door of the club's restroom slams against the wall. Across the concrete floor, heavy boots stumble, their footsteps echoing like thunder in the darkness. One by one, the stall doors open, closing in around you and filling the room with the smell of sweat and fear.

You hear Ari's voice and you know you are safe, but still too far away from him. Gun in hand, you hold it tightly. It's just a matter of holding on so he can find you. An agonizing scream follows Ari's grunt and the thud of his fist hitting flesh.

Your heart races as terror washes over you and your throat dried up. You muster every ounce of courage to cry out for help, “Ari, I am in here, please! I'm sorr-y.”

I only know where I am, and anger is outside.

Rage coursed through Ari's veins when he heard you had disappeared on his watch. In his quest to protect you, he called every contact to trace your movements. In the club, he saw your ex-boyfriend marching toward you and felt a flood of desperation wash over him.

As instinct kicked in, he punched anyone who stood in his way with animalistic skill and ferocity. A body flew across the room with each blow, leaving the walls trembling. He heard your voice calling for help at that moment.

Ari surges through the crowd and slams the door of the stall. You stand there, trembling in fear, your gun shaking.

He immediately runs towards you, ready to take on any foe if need be. The gun falls from your hand and into his arms.

When Ari touches you, your knees weaken, and you feel at peace just seeing his crystal blue eyes. You embrace one another and time seems to stop as relief washes over you both. Tears of guilt roll down your cheeks as you apologize profusely for everything that happened.

While the stormy sky pours, I search for your caring touch.

A slow pounding of your heart fills the air as you tiptoe into Ari's bedroom. A gentle thunderstorm rages outside the window; the room smells like rain; the steady rhythm of the drops is loud in the background, providing some comfort.

When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see Ari's figure in bed. His long, dark beard frames his lips, adding a relaxed aura to his facial features. Moonlight and lightning flashes create an ethereal effect on Ari's face and body; his sculpted muscles move beneath the blankets, with a few chest hairs peeking out.

The protective wrap around his arm from when he saved you at the club catches your eye. He never spoke a word about it or blamed you. The contours of his body ache beneath your fingertips, but you remember what happened the last time you tried to get so close to him.

A lump forms in your throat as you slowly lay the blanket across Ari's chest. It had been a long night for both of you, and this man in front of you saved you without a hesitation.

You reluctantly turn around, ready to leave, when suddenly Ari grabs your wrist and pulls you onto the bed on top of him. His muscular arms wrap around your waist and hold you against his solid chest.

Your body relaxes in his embrace as you breathe in Ari's breath.

The sound of his voice rumbles as he searches for your eyes. "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" he asks in a husky voice as his fingers caress your skin.

There is a throbbing sensation in the pit of your stomach, as well as warmth spreading throughout your body. You are feeling the effects of his presence. Your heart races with tension and nervousness as you try to pull away, but there is an undeniable magnetism between you that won't let go.

You don’t want to show it, but a part of you wants to stay with Ari forever.

Looking for an excuse, you murmur "Away from you. Let me go." But it is too late, he knows you’re concerned for his health and doesn’t let go.

A smirk appears on Ari's face and he responds calmly. "Oh no, now you want to tell me what to do in my room? You were here for a reason, so why do you want to leave now? When I opened my eyes I saw you on top of me. Princess, I can touch whatever is in my room - care to tell me what brought you here?"

You reply firmly, your voice low. "Ari, you're injured and out of it. I just wanted to see if you needed anything. Now let me go, you idiot."

His smirk slowly fades away and is replaced by sadness. "Princess, there's only one thing that can heal my wounds.” He pauses, letting his words sink in. “Kisses from that bratty mouth of yours."

In one swift movement, he flips you over and hoveres his body above yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other brushing and grabbing your throat.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he replies, "Kisses, Princess." With your face inches from his, you open your mouth to protest, only to have him shush you with a stern look in his eyes.

A mischievous gleam adorned his eyes as he whispered in your ear, "Let me taste those lips and a few other things I've been thinking about for months." He places his lips on your neck.

A part of him has always intrigued you which was why you couldn't leave him. You whisper softly, "Ari, you're insane," inviting him to stop you, but that is the last thing you want and he knows it.

Ari looks at you with lustful eyes. Teasingly, he asks, "Are you sure?". He glances downward to where your fingers are digging into his shoulders and groans. "The way you're touching me makes me think that you're not."

You bite your lower lip and throw caution to the wind as you push his shoulders, securing yourself back on top of Ari again. Your legs straddle his waist; you don’t want him to let go.

In a frenzy, you whimper yes, and his hands begin to lace their way up your body, unbuttoning your night top. Soon, you feel the cold air on your breasts and his thumbs touch your nipples. "You feel this, sweetheart?” Ari’s voice is a low whisper. “I’m going to make you mine."

For months, you've wanted to see him like this, to feel him. Now, after tonight, you’ll never see him again. Because of what happened at the club your parents deemed Ari unsuitable to be your bodyguard. It is your fault, and they said they would talk to him in the morning, but you had to see him now.

"I'm going to scream and you–," you whisper, trying to tease him.

The two of you lock eyes, and your lips part slightly. As his hands reach out for your face, he pulls you in for a kiss. Taking a deep breath, he breathes you in. When you feel his breath on your skin, it makes you shiver with need.

You feel like an invisible fire has been burning your bodies since the moment you touched him, a fire which has been burning for months without a way to slake its thirst. Moans and sighs of desire fill each other's mouths as your mouths collide desperately. When he touches your breasts, your heart skips a beat; every spot craving to be touched more. Ari tears your clothes off your body and you feel the sensation of him bare against yours.

“The screams will be my name and you moaning for me to keep fucking you, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself between your legs.

Euphoria erupting in your body and a pounding heart.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?"

He can also see how close you are to surrendering completely to his dominance. The teasing look in his eyes gets under your skin, so you lift your legs up and arch your back towards him.

You feel his cock against you again, teasing your needy pussy for him.

Your lips whisper, "Please, Ari." As he watches you squirm, Ari raises his hips as if he is considering whether or not to enter you. A coy smile spreads across his face as he teases you around the edges of your pussy. He seems to enjoy it too much.

The more he teases you, the more irritated you become. You bite your lip and moan, the excitement of danger heightening your lust. You watch as he looks into your eyes to see how much you crave him. “Fuck you, Ari," you beg, despite yourself.

You feel as if your bones have melted under pressure, and your legs shake with pleasure and anticipation.

"My princess really wants it." The words spin in your mind intoxicatingly and put a clenching pressure on your core.

Just outside of where you need him most, his cock strokes up against you. Is this teasing? It's driving you crazy, but with pleasure instead of anger. Your skin tingles just thinking about him, as if his touch has already molded itself over your soul.

You squint, begging him to stop teasing you without words. Before now, you have never asked anyone for anything.

His hard thick length felt foreign and hot as it slowly eases its way into your entrance. With an animalistic growl, Ari thrusts inside all the way in one motion, sending thrills through your body. His slow, precise movements inside you have you clutching desperately onto his neck, digging your fingertips into his skin.

You intrigue me, moving on top of me, touching my lips here and there, and I am enveloped by more desire.

Each time he rotates his hips, a different nerve ending is stimulated, causing you to moan uncontrollably. He pulls back slightly before pushing into you again. Dropping down on his forearms, he leans over you with his lips never leaving yours.

“You can’t control yourself,” he murmurs into your mouth. “I think I can already feel you coming.”

He smirks and pulls out almost completely before slamming back inside of you. Every muscle in your body tenses up in anticipation as he teases you with all the sensations he has been denying you for months. “Do you want more? Are you ready to come for me?”

Ari slams hard into you and pulls away, taunting you. In an effort to keep him inside, you grasp onto him desperately. The more you plead, the more he retreats, only to push harder the next time.

"My naughty princess," he whispers, "you love this so much." Take a deep breath! His rhythm is slow and shallow, fucking his cock in and out of you before speeding up. With each impact, he slides an arm under your waist and lifts you up slightly as he drives his body faster and deeper than ever before. "Look at you," Ari growls deeply as he pumps into you ferociously. The only thing stopping him is your legs holding him tightly around the hips while smacking your ass as the bed posts shake. The sight of you panting through gritted teeth thrills Ari.

"Let go," Ari whispers hoarsely as he seals a kiss of desperate longing on your lips, giving the command that calms all drives your body.

A fire of passion ignites beneath the moon's gaze, as he steals kisses from my body in a husk of passion.

The air in the room is hot and heavy, and Ari's sweat-slicked forehead glows in the low light. His lips find your forehead first in a gentle kiss that feels like a long-awaited release. As you lift his hair from his face, he grabs your hand and kisses it. His hand slips lightly through your hand before lingering on your face. “Did I still destroy your life, but now with my cock?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and you playfully slapped his shoulder in response. “Shut up,” you whisper back. “I still want to kill you.”

Ari chucks as he kisses your protest away and flips you so that you straddle him. He cups his hands around your waist, gently guiding you onto him until you both gasp at the sensation of being connected as one. “How about you ride me to death, Princess?” he murmurs.

It was black outside and thunder rumbled, but inside the room was hot, red, and heavy with lust.

When a thunderclap resounds this night, your hands grip his chest tightly. Whatever may happen now, he will always be by your side to protect your heart.

A hungry, filthy eye watches it as lustful desire ignites around every corner

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writing-for-marvel · 9 months

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At Your Service (2)

Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Diplomats Daughter!Fem!Reader

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Summary: True to his word, Steve makes up for leaving you high and dry the night before.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, semi public sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, panties as a gag, dynamic where Steve is meant to be protecting reader and they catch feelings

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: as the winner of this poll, here is part 2 of my beloved bodyguard!Steve! A big thank you to both @flordeamatista who helped me come up with plot ideas for this second part and to @seitmai who provided the inspiration for me to continue with these two 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“You need to stop looking at me like that.”

You actually quite enjoy the desire filled gaze Steve hasn’t been able to break away from you all morning, but the introductory speech for your father you’re giving at tonight’s gala is getting the better of your nerves and any conversation with Steve always seems to lift the weight of the world off your chest, even if it’s only for a fleeting moment you get alone together.

Plus, you’ve been looking for an indirect, yet natural way to bring up the relations performed in his hotel room late last night since you were reunited with your bodyguard this morning.

“Like what?” He smiles at you cheekily in the mirror you’re getting ready in front of and your stomach somersaults in response - he knows exactly how he’s staring at you, but he’s baiting you to say it aloud.

“Like you’ve seen me swallow your cum.”

There’s more affection suspended in his baby blues than simply the carnal lust of having watched you perform the explicit act, but you’re not sure you’re ready to admit the implication of that to express the notion out loud.

Steve merely chuckles in his signature hearty way, that’s dangerously contagious and which makes you fight the corners of your mouth from upturning, not wanting to divulge the effect he has on you.

With those long legs of his, Steve takes a couple of slow, meaningful strides and he’s by your side, right where he belongs, eyes still boring into yours, but with him this close you can now see what you can only describe as a soft familiarity in them which you’ve never noticed before.

“But it was such a beautiful sight, how could I possibly think of anything else when I look at you?” He asks, maintaining eye contact through the mirror with a defiant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth that makes you want to kiss him.

You want to tell him that attraction is not one sided, that if he hadn't been tasked with your security and wasn't being paid by your father to keep watch over you every minute of the day, you would have made a move on him much sooner. But a nagging disquiet prickles in your stomach and the words die at the back of your throat.

What if sexual attraction is all he feels? What if you’re misinterpreting these soft glances and his he doesn’t reciprocate the desperate yearning carving a hole in your chest you’ve spent the past month trying to convince yourself isn’t the feeling of falling in love with him?

The thought cracks the barricade you’re attempting to build around your heart, crumbling like an old stone castle wall.

To distract yourself from the uneasy pause in conversation, and the intense stare of those ocean blue eyes you have become accustomed to following your every move, but now feel are appraising your reaction, you break eye contact to locate your mothers locket on the vanity in front of you.

You fiddle with the latch under his gaze, unable to steady your hands sufficiently to exert your fine motor skills, which Steve seems to take notice of as he slowly extracts the delicate chain from your hands and fastens the clasp around your neck. His fingers brush the sensitive skin of the nape of your neck causing the small hairs to stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine. You watch in the mirror as he leans down and places a gentle kiss to where your neck curves into your shoulder, a buoyant, burning desire floats in your chest at the velvety feeling of his soft lips.

“Thank you.” You whisper hoarsely, mentally condemning yourself, you swear ‘thank you’ are the only two words you can say to the man who ensures your protection and unknowingly owns your heart.

Thank you for opening the door for me.

Thank you for protecting me with your life.

Thank you for fucking my throat last night.

You both turn to look at each other in the reflection of the mirror and a smile blooms on his face as soon as your eyes meet each others again.

“You’re welcome.” Steve imitates the low volume of your voice. The thought of his full, plump lips pressed on yours, being held by the two arms that have kept you safe for the past few months, as you were for a brief moment last night, distracts you from the sound of someone opening the door to the dressing room without notice.

“Ma’am, they’re ready for you.” One of the event organisers pokes her head in to hurry you along. Within a blink of an eye Steve has returned to his position by the far wall, standing tall, stoic and poised. The heat drawing up your back at his kiss is the only indication he had moments ago been standing so close.

Less than five minutes later you’re walking beside your father into a grand hall, a large crystal chandelier hanging from the centre of a 40 foot ceiling is complemented by stark white walls embellished with gold trim and framed paintings of major historical moments.

An ambassador from a small European country greets you before you have any further chance to look around. As typical, you’re treated like the naive, young daughter who has grown up so much since they’ve seen you last, even though you’re well into your twenties and hold multiple degrees in political science, economics and global studies.

A pawn in your fathers game.

Look pretty. Smile sweetly. And don’t open your mouth to debate politics which contradict policies he’s looking to implement.

You’re as useful as a decoration.

Steve’s job is to live a couple of steps behind you, but it’s too far. You want him close enough that you can feel body heat radiating from him. You want him next to you so you can reach for his hand. Close enough for him to kiss your neck again like he did in the dressing room.

He’s the one person who never fails to make you feel seen, as if you’re just as important, if not more so, than all the other diplomats and embassy officials in the room. But you suppose that’s just him doing his job, and you shouldn’t misconstrue his lust filled gaze and him being paid to keep you safe with valuing you more than for what you did for him in his bedroom last night.

You sense Steve’s broad presence behind you as you make your way onto the stage, hands uncontrollably shaking and chest tightening as you take in the crowded room of people whose attention is now solely focussed on you.

With a cough clearing the lump forming in your throat, and a quick glance to Steve who’s wearing an encouraging smile, you plaster on your best well rehearsed, feigned grin and begin your speech by telling the tale about how when you were five years old, your father would serenade you to sleep every night, no matter how busy he was or what international incident he was dealing with that day.

Your task is to make him appear as the doting father and formidable diplomat, even if it isn’t the truth. By now, you’ve practised this story enough to recite it word for word.

Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.

Steve offers you his calloused hand as you descend the steps off the stage, as you breathe a sigh of relief your involvement in the evening is over. Goosebumps race up your bare arm at his touch, a reaction Steve seems to take notice of, causing a small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Your stomach flips at being the reason for that smile, even if only in an accidental way.

The buffet table is your usual choice of post at events such as this, especially at the end of the evening when the decadent desserts are served. Your mother did used to say you had a sweet tooth.

You also always sneak a few servings to Steve too, even though he’s not meant to consume any of the food set out for the guests. Having smuggled enough sweets to him during his service, you know his favourites are the rich chocolate brownies and sour lemon meringues.

However, as all eyes in the room turn to your father as he takes over as speaker, rolling off an opening joke you’ve heard too many times to even consider feigning a laugh to, you instead make your way into the adjoining, wide hallway and bracing yourself against a wall.

No matter how many times you stand in front of an audience of that size, it never fails to make you want to throw up the entire contents of your stomach.

“You did a really great job.” Steve comments as he leans against the same wall you’re resting on. His typically stoic, brooding features soften when he gazes at you, the compliment exchanging the nauseated twisting of your stomach with nervous butterflies. “I couldn’t make a speech in front of that many people.”

The distance between you is agonising, he’s close enough that you can see the patterns in his blue irises, but not close enough to touch. Your fingers itch to feel any contact with him as you had the brief pleasure of as you walked off stage, but you refrain from doing so in public for fear of getting caught.

“Thank you.” Is all your brain can come up with to say when your stomach is fluttering at how soft his gaze is, how he seems to genuinely mean the accolade unlike when your father commends you a job well done.

You’ll have to resign yourself to those being the only two words you’ll ever be able to utter in his presence.

Steve’s eyes dart to the bathroom sign across the hallway, and with a smirk on his face, grabs your hand unexpectedly and pulls you towards it. You don’t even have a moment to savour the feel of his large hand engulfing yours, and how your fingers slot perfectly between his for once you’re inside the bathroom his hands move to cup your face and his lips crash onto yours.

Your mind is dizzy as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, rough hands pushing your dress up to find the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto the vanity beside the sink, your back pressed against the firm, smooth mirror.

“You’re so cute when you get all shy on me, even though you were gagging on my cock yesterday.” He mumbles as his lips trail down the column of your throat. “Want to finish what we started last night?” You respond with a shy smile and an enthusiastic nod.

Steve pushes the ends of your dress higher to reveal your black, lacy panties and smirks mischievously as he drops to his knees. The sight alone has you dripping.

He presses slow kisses along the inside of your thigh, starting at your knee and progressing higher each time - repayment for the similar, teasing action you subjected him to the night prior.

A whine falls from your lips as he places his next kiss on your covered pussy, humming at the feel of the soaking wet patch that’s formed from just a few kisses. Pulling your panties to the side, he repeats the action, a gasp leaving your lips as a new flood of wetness drips from your core at the sensation.

Steve’s strong hands force your legs to stay open as he dives in, tongue licking between your folds, lapping up your arousal, the taste of which only spurs him on. He starts out like a man starving, fueled by a complete fixation on needing to taste more of you, something he’s been dreaming about for months.

He alternates between suckling on your clit and finding a rhythm of swirling around your core. Just when his patterns become predictable, he changes his angle or position, finding new nerve endings to stimulate you didn’t even realise existed. When he rotates back to his plump lips suctioning around your clit, he unexpectedly slips a thick finger inside you, watching your face intently for your reaction.

“Fuck, Stevie!” You cry, head pulling back and thudding against the mirror, but you’re not concerned with the dull ache when what Steve is doing between your legs has pleasure shivering up your spine and winding tightly in the pit of your stomach.

“Princess, you need to keep quiet for me. Don’t want anyone out in the hall hearing.” Steve growls, torturously taking pause for a moment to pull your panties off completely. He circles your lips with his arousal coated finger, before allowing you to suck your sweetness off it. He kisses the remaining fluid from your lips, then, with a smirk, instructs you to open wide and improvises a gag by stuffing your panties in your mouth.

As his lips wrap around your clit again, constellations of stars flash behind your eyes, and the coil in your lower stomach winding ever tighter, ready to snap at any second. You can’t prevent the muffled moan resounding from your lips through the lace material of your panties and your fingers from gripping at Steve’s hair in an effort to ground yourself from floating off on a cloud of bliss.

“So sweet.” He hums, breath warm against your centre, the sound vibrating through your entire body. His tongue darts around your folds, learning which are your most sensitive areas, what motions cause you to keen and ensuring to replicate them.

When his fingers begin to trace your opening, gathering your slick, you know you’re teetering on the edge, pussy clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.

Your earth shattering end comes as soon as he thrusts those two fingers inside you while his lips tug on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your thighs clasp around his head and toes curl as your thighs begin to quiver with pleasure surging up your spine, your moans quenched by the garment in your mouth.

Steve doesn’t abate licking up every drop you provide him, even though you're trembling through your prolonged orgasm, his grip on your thighs still bruisingly strong as you continue to mess his hair with your hold.

He smiles triumphantly at your blissed out form when you’re over the other side of your high, the bottom half of his face gleaming with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal.

“Told you I’d make it up to you for leaving last night.” Steve whispers, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, slipping your panties discreetly into his jacket pocket. His smile turns soft as his large hands soothingly rub your bare thighs, squeezing slightly when he notices you enjoying the gesture.

You mentally note to take in how delicious he smells, like warm honey and mixed spices, and how his hot skin feels against your own, sending sparks shooting through you wherever his hands chose to rest, knowing at his usual distance you don’t get to appreciate either of these qualities.

His eyes look at you expectantly, as if he can’t quite find the strength to break away from you and he’s looking at you for any sign you want to push him away. It reminds you of how he looked at you when he asked you to stay in his bed last night, in that way that takes away all your air because of how much fondness is suspended in his eyes, and the words he proclaimed: you mean a lot more to me than just a quick fuck.

“As much as I want to stay here where it’s just you and me…” You reluctantly pose, and your heart squeezes at the look of disappointment which flashes over Steve’s features. “I think we should head back in there before someone starts asking questions.”

Steve steps out of the bathroom first, to look less suspicious, keeping a watchful eye outside while you readjust your dress, fix your hair and touch up your makeup the best you can after having mascara smudge underneath your eyes.

Walking back into the gala side by side, Steve’s fingers fiddle apprehensively with your own, as if to silently ask permission, before slotting perfectly into your hand. You glance up at him to find him already looking at you with that fondness which makes dormant butterflies come to life in your stomach and your cheeks burn as hot as the sun.

He holds on for as long as socially acceptable, while no one can see you, only letting go just prior to making your reappearance in the grand hall, falling into a step behind you, but ensuring to give your hand an affectionate squeeze first.

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krirebr · 4 months

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I Know I Should Know Better Masterlist

Summary: Curtis has been working as your bodyguard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking, explicit language, bad boyfriend, self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. The reader's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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Series in progress

Related Drabbles

Reader Gets Jealous

Reader Comforts Curtis

#series masterlist #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x reader #snowpiercer #ce characters #fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #reader insert #bodyguard au #series #i know i should know better

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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✎ 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK, AGE GAP, manipulation, sensitive!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v), anal (just some thumb action), dirty talk, daddy kink, spitting, slight size kink, breeding kink, licking tears, degradation, dumbification, choking, overstimulation. implied: murder.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | He planted the seeds of doubt and you watered them with your tears. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.36K

𝗔/𝗡 | Lloyd is a lot in this… sadistic-ish perhaps, you’ve been warned. All mistakes are my own. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. all hail the dilfs !!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Why are you crying, sunshine? I’ll take care of you, just like I always have. None of them deserve you.” His words break off into a hiss, “Leaving you at home while they handle business, abandoning you.”

“Didn’t… leave.”

“They did.” Lloyd pulls you into his chest, thrusting balls deep into your cunt. He groans deeply as your walls flutter around him, milking him, “They always leave. Haven’t you noticed?”

You sniffle wetly, tears streaming down your cheeks in a cruel result of pleasure and awful self-awareness. You clutch the sweater tighter, burying your face in the soft cotton that smells like Lloyd because he was wearing it before he came into your room—and one thing led to another and you’re stuffed to the brim with his length once again.

Lloyd was always with you, either at home, the mall or on-campus, and even when you walk around the garden outside. Unlike your family who you haven’t seen in months.

He was right, they did always leave—abandon you.

Your family were elites and ridiculously wealthy. Always taking trips around the world for meetings with their various partners and expanding their company. Even your older siblings were old enough to go by themselves without supervision and since your parents never left each other's side, that left you all alone on the family estate.

Lloyd phrased it like they craved freedom from you—and you started believing him a long time ago. But sometimes, like today, you’re in poor pathetic denial.

“That’s it, let it all out.” He fucks you harder, his nails digging into your hips. He loves seeing you cry, there’s nothing like watching the sadness bleed onto your face in hot tears. “You’re doing so good—I’d never leave you, pumpkin, daddy will never leave you like them.”

You cry out his name, trembling against his body as he lightly taps your clit. You’re still so sensitive from his mustache rubbing you raw, but you loved that overwhelming sensation more than anything. “D-Daddy—please, don’t stop.”

A hard kiss is pressed to the side of your head before his bicep hooks around your throat, making your back arch as he splits you open. “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled all your stupid little holes. I’m going to knock you up tonight, baby, and you aren’t going to stop me.”

He’s warped your thoughts into a twisted puzzle that only he can solve and put together for you. He made you into who you are today, a fresh university graduate with a heart of gold who can’t make any choices for herself. A sad girl with all of this dependence on him, and it only took two years.

When he met you that first day, he could easily see your potential. It didn’t take long for him to start planting doubts about your family, your lifeline and how they always left you all alone at home with no one but the staff to keep you company.

He planted the seeds, and you watered them with your tears.

You missed your family dearly, and can’t even remember the last time you all had dinner together. Your whole life has passed in flashes, but you can only remember a few snapshots, and all of them were spent with your family’s most trusted bodyguard.

Lloyd was your everything, you couldn’t breathe, let alone function without him. And, that’s why you’re facefirst on your bed, dress flipped up as your bodyguard stretches you open around his cock.

“I-I miss them…” You weep, biting the sweater as he straddles your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces his last load out in a sloppy mess. He wass truly fucking you stupid.

“Yet they treat you like they don’t know you,” Lloyd growls, spreading your cheeks and spitting on your puckered hole. He circles the rim, collecting some of his seed with his thumb before pushing it, listening to your cries turn into needy moans. “Like they don’t love you, baby, and you’re worth all the fucking love in the world.”

On his call, the guards currently with the rest of your family will take care of them. And far too many times Lloyd has resisted calling it in. Perhaps your father shouldn’t pay him as much as he does—or foolishly offer him a fraction of your family’s wealth when Lloyd was already robbing them blind.

And with you, he’d have it all. Not that he only wanted the money but it was a great plus.

“I’m here for you, sunshine, I’ve always been here for you.” He grunts, “And, you know what?” He asks, cocking his head as if he isn’t rearranging your guts, “Daddy will take care of them for you, right after I fuck all the sadness out of your beautiful body.”

You convulse so roughly he has to hold you down, ramming into your tight hole with abandon and dragging out your high. Your cream coats his length, creating a ring of white around the base of his cock and smearing down his heavy balls. He curses as you squirt all over him and your bed, your poor pussy is crying—just like you.

“Will they even miss you?” Lloyd groans, not letting up with his thrusts, sickeningly grinning as you try to escape, he just pulls you back and stuffs you full on his dick. “Poor baby, look at me when you cry, remember?”

With raw bitten lips, you crane your neck, barely seeing him through your teary vision as fresh streams of tears shimmer on your face.

Lloyd grips your chin, prying your mouth open to spit onto your tongue. You quickly swallow his saliva and mewl as he hits deeper, filthy wet noises fill your bedroom. This time, you don’t try to hide your face and whimper when he leans down to lick your cheek and growls through clenched teeth, “Fuck—you’re so pretty when you cry. And, those tears taste almost as good as your pussy.”

He’s watched you pout and cry, he can read you like an open book and knows exactly when your golden heart turns a sad shade of blue. And every time he has to fuck you silly.

“Daddy—”

“Don’t you only want me? Only I can make you happy, make you feel like this.” He hoists your hips off the bed to reach your clit, roughly rubbing it with his fingers, even swatting your puffy folds too. “Don’t tell me you can’t even speak, pumpkin, you know daddy loves hearing you cry.”

“Too much, fuck—too much!” You squeal, twisting and turning as he tortures your cunt like a damn toy, slapping your nub until you scream, “L-Lloyd!”

“Tell me, pumpkin.” He demands, tearing the sweater from your grip to yank you into his front, keeping you locked on his fat cock, his sack flush against your slit. He grinds slowly, and the bulbous tip presses into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Say it, and I’ll keep you forever. I’ll never leave—like them.”

You hiccup, senses in overdrive with even the slightest move of his hips. “O-Only want you, daddy.” Tears stream down your sweaty cheeks, seeping into the corner of your parted lips, “forever, please—” don’t leave.

Lloyd has to restrain himself from making the call right then and there, but he’d wait until you’ve fallen asleep to get rid of your family.

How considerate.

“Good girl, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He flips you around to climb over you again, glancing at your stretched hole as it clenches around air. He caresses your cheeks, rubbing your tears into your skin with a groan, “I’m not going to leave, ever.” He promises, sliding back into you with a single thrust, his abs tense as you claw down his back, “No one will take you from me, got that? I’d do anything for you, pumpkin, just name it.”

Die, kill—he’s already going to do the latter, but you won’t know until tomorrow. He can only imagine how sad you’ll be then, how many tears you’ll cry. It’ll be a fresh feast for him.

After all, the sadder you were, the better your tears tasted.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well. this was filthy.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧��𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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eulalielatibule · 8 months

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Curtis Everett being your bodyguard, always murder-walking a few feet behind you while he stares down everyone he makes eye contact with.

Meanwhile you're the sweet, soft, naive mob boss's daughter he's been put in charge of. Sheltered from the realities that your family faces, he's supposed to keep you safe and keep your precious ears and eyes away from anything that might hurt you.

#I'm obsessed with the idea of bodyguard!curtis #curtis everett #chris evans #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you

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hainethehero · 9 months

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Stucky AU- where Bucky is Steve's bodyguard and he's always in a state of FML because Steve's a lil shit

"...it's so unfair!" Steve complained into his phone.

"I mean, I kinda understand why he did what he did Steve," Natasha- Princess Natalia- his good friend sighed over the line.

"Whose side are you on?" Steve cried indignantly, flopping over onto his back as he lay spread eagled on his ironically King-sized bed, for he was a young prince with many years ahead of him before he could even dream of ascending the throne of Mersondawn.

"I'm just saying," Natasha starts, "you disappeared for a whole two hours and no one knew where you were."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Tony just wanted to show me the new car he'd built..." he mutters childishly.

"Tony? As in Captain Howard Stark's son?"

Steve bites his lip. "Yeah. I mean, Tony's my friend, why would Bucky be so worried?"

"You really aren't beating those dumb blonde allegations are you?" Natasha deadpans.

"Wha- I'm not dumb-" Steve protests.

"He's your bodyguard," Natasha emphasizes, "of course he'd be worried!"

"Ugh... I hate this!" Steve whines.

He could practically hear Natasha pursing her lips at him in disappointment over the phone.

"Look," she says finally, "his job is to watch over you like a hawk-"

"He's more like a falcon," Steve mumbles causing Natasha to clear her throat sternly.

"His job is to watch over you and when you pull this near-weekly disappearing act, you're kinda messing with the guy's bread and butter."

Steve is silent for some time, thinking it over before he whines like a spoiled kid. "My bodyguard hates me."

Natasha chuckles, muttering something in Russian distantly before returning to the call. "He doesn't hate you, Steve. You just need to give the guy a break. And apologize for nearly giving him a heart attack."

Steve swallows nervously, eyeing his locked bedroom doors. "He... told Uncle Fury on me and got the 'OK' to incarcerate me in my room."

"You kinda deserve it," Natasha chirps, totally amused at Steve's despair.

"Again, whose side are you on?" Steve grumbles.

"Alright, I gotta go, Yelena has a friend she wants me to meet so.."

"Who is it?"

"Uh, Kate or something. She looks cool so far."

"Well, have fun then," Steve says and he can't help but feel envious because Natasha is out being free while he has to stay locked in his room.

"Hey, let me know how it goes?"

"Sure," he says before hanging up.

He tosses the phone onto his bed and sits up, arms perched on his sides as he glares at the door begrudgingly. He knows his bodyguard is somewhere out there, just waiting to pounce on him. And despite all of Steve's mighty whining, he's a cub in the face of Bucky's lion. The man had always been scary ever since he became Steve's personal bodyguard. And he was even more terrifying when Steve did something stupid. Like right now.

Bucky creeps up on him like a shadow, stopping him from moving beyond two steps of his quietly opened door.

"I thought I told you to stay in your room, punk?"

"G'ahh!' Steve croaks, blushing at his high pitched shriek and Bucky's annoying nickname for him which he secretly loved. "What the hell Buck?!"

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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year

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Another idea I had..... Which I WILL write. Just God knows when.

So...it's CEO!Chris Evans x Bodyguard!reader A female bodyguard is something I've always dreamed of idk why.

She's closed off and down to business and Chris is well....Chris.

It's be angsty and probably just a oneshot, but I was thinking the reader is also like a mafia boss (undercover) but the good ones you know? Like the one that cleans out the city. Chris finds out and things get difficult, but reader proves that she isn't a bad person and there's a happy ending.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #x reader #ananya talks #marvel #chris evans x mafia!reader #CEO!chris #bodyguard au #CEO au #mafia au #mafia romance

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Small Big Big Lovin

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Short!Wife!Reader

Summary: Fans recount the best things they’ve seen about Y/n and Chris' loving relationship

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Evans Masterlist💫:

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@/lemonsqueezy: Anyone see the mirror selfie Chris posted of him and Y/n, his arms wrapped around her with her jumping onto him like a koala😭😭 AND THIS MAN WAS NOT TRYING TO HIDE HIS HANDS ON HER ASS (Can’t blame him tho)

@/Whosaidso: Chris said on his newest press tour interview that every morning their kids barge into their room to have Y/n do their hair. Anyone else cryin?

> @/spiderwomantt: OK BUT R WE IGNORING THAT HE LITERALLY CALLS HIS OWN KIDS THE COCKBLOCKERS

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@/Evanslovesass: My aunt got to interview Y/n on the red carpet and apparently she’s so much smaller in real life🥹 Chris literally had to act as her bodyguard because people would bump into her cus they couldn’t see her

> @/buckystanners: AT ONE POINT YOU CAN SEE HIM JUST CARRYING HER THROUGH THE PEOPLE

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@/princeofasgard: I just saw Chris and Y/n out doing the grocery shopping and this man was just watching his wife struggle to reach the lucky charms on the top shelf

> @/hungryhipposusa: WELL DID HE HELP HER?!

>> @/princeofasgard: YEAH BUT SHE LIT HAD TO BEG HIM LMFAO

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@/yourmomsmom: if yall think you have a chance with Chris then you’re wrong, the guys absolutely smitten with Y/n as if she’s God on Earth /gen

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@/henrycavillishubby: Yall remember when Y/n revealed that she met Chris because she was a trainee hair stylist who was working with another stylist, and the reason they started talking to each other is because he wouldn’t leave her tf alone. Poor gyal

> @/sticksonbricks: Don’t forget that the only girl he lets deal with his hair is Y/n now, HE SAYS ITS HERS ONLY TO TOUCH AND TO PULL WTF

>> @/marvelousshulk: Why are we surprised they have like a gajillion kids

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@/hornymackiebarnes: Anthony Mackie really just clowned Chris evans because anytime wants to Chris wants to kiss Y/n he has to bend his neck or she has to use a stool😭☠️☠️

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@/tomhollandsleftnipple: OKAY BUT CHRIS DYING Y/NS HAIR ON LIVE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER, HE WAS SO WORRIED SHE WOULDNT LIKE IT N KEPT STEALIN KISSES FROM HER. IM SLEEPIN ON THE HIGHWAY TONIGHT

>> @/Ynshairfollicle: and when baby Izzy came in the middle of it to sit on Y/n's lap, I swear she’s an exact double of Chris

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@/celebsgoferal: ALERT JUST SAW CHRIS EVANS FULL ON FRENCHING WITH Y/N UNDER A TREE IN MY LOCAL PARK AND HE WAS NOT HOLDIN BACK😍😭😭 GOD IT FELT WEIRD

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@/Dcandmarvel101: I just met Y/n Evans at my work and she’s actually the sweetest woman alive, she even tipped me so well!! Chris came to pick her up and wouldn’t even let her pay for her own nails since apparently he picked the colour for them. I hate it here.

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@/nocolourjustfaxandprinter: Anyone see Chris Evans camera roll, there that meme of a massive plug going into a phone’s charging socket, god bless Y/n for real

>@/socksontoes: Babes she’s living her best life, SHES GIVING HIM HIS BIG BOSTON FAMILY

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@/Giraffeshortneck: I was at a fireworks festival at my hometown in Massachusetts and saw the Evans couple snuggling while watching. Chris had Y/n inside his coat with him all zipped up, HE EVEN KEPT KISSING HER CHEEKS AND HEAD WTAF

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@/hiyageorgie: Chris calls Y/n his sweet girl. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

>@Y/nEvans: Fun fact I call him my bubba, something he actually used to call me when we first started dating

>>@/trinitysimpsonS: OMG SHE REPLIED TO YOU

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@/thexmenarehere: Who was going to tell me that Chris has a tattoo of Y/n's name with a kiss mark on his right pec, because her head always lands there when they sleep. I never knew I needed this information. I love it.

> @/lovememenot: And Y/n has a small cursive C tattooed on her hip. Saw it in one of her bikini shoots for her new clothing brand😭

>> @letsgetreadytobumble: OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED THAT BRO

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@/treetopshigh: That one video where in the background Y/n was cutting Chris’ hair and he had fallen asleep onto her chest midway, AND SHE KISSED HIS FOREHEAD TO WAKE HIM UP GENTLY

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@/brightandsunny: bro my sisters friend worked on the set as a stunt woman and she said Y/n is an amazing mother. SO HANDS ON AND TENDER LOVIN, AND CHRIS JUST CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIS OWN WIFE. ALWAYS HAS HIS HANDS ON HER. Safe to say she has her hands full.

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@/Freshwaterfish: I love that one video on Y/n's tiktok where she pranks Chris about wantin a surgery to make her taller, and this man went all soft trying to convince her that she was his “precious little goblin queen” NOT THE REACTION I WAS EXPECTING BUT SO WORTH IT

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@/sweetlovin: No one gonna mention about how when Y/n was pregnant Chris literally dropped all his projects and rushed home to be with her. Next thing we know she’s carrying triplets AND WITH HER SMALL FRAME, GOD BLESS HER FOR REAL. HER BACK IS GOING TO BE ACHING

>@/kristoffslevn: Chris did not cut her any slack☠️☠️ three mf babies

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@/dreeezzy: Chris with his kids is so adorable, because they’re small like Y/n was when she was little, HES ABLE TO CARRY ALL FOUR AT ONCE. Don’t even get me started on him putting his baby girls hair into pigtails while he was on his lunch break while filming. Or when they all missed Y/n so they all huddled up in his chair to face-time her while she was t at home cus she was heavily preggers

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@/Y/nEvans: Anyone got any tips on how to get a six foot man’s heavy ass head out of your boobs without wakin him up??

>@/ChrisEvans: They’re soft, warm and snuggly. Leave me alone.

>>@/Y/nEvans: They’re just tits 😭😭

>>>@/ChrisEvans: Yeah mine. What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple needs

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@/levelheadednoob: anyone else wonder how Y/n and Chris have ya know ;)) cus that woman is tiny and he is like six foot

>@/ChrisEvans: We get through it fine thank you, four kids and counting :

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#romance #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans oneshot

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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Moonlight and soft touches

Chris Evans x reader

Not my gif, creds to the maker!

Summary: When the heat gets too much and you weren’t able to sleep, you and Chris decided to go on a little adventure in the middle of the night and have a midnight swim to cool off. But you’ve never expected it to be this intimate.

Warnings: age-gap but appropriate, mention of chronic nightmares, quick mention of daddy issues, SOFTCHRIS, self-conscious and insecurity, SMUT, soft smut tho, a LOT of sexual tension! Sensual sex, neediness, public sex ( but nobody is around), sex in the water, P in V, fingering, no condom (zon’t zo it.) creampies, cum eating, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, doggystyle, very intimate and soft sex. It’s very sensual and romantic. Praise kink and probably more stuff but nothing too shocking

Words: 6K

A/N: Whoeh i'm feeling soft today💗💜🥵

Moonlight and soft touches

It was a extreme hot day and now night. Chris had stayed with you for a couple of days now, he was very good friends with your uncle and your uncle was his bodyguard. Normally he would stay at your uncles house but he had to get things done for his home so they both stayed for a while with you. Well, your uncle just left for the airport and would be gone for a couple of days.

Anyway, you were extremely shy around Chris and what seemed like every time, just flabbergasted. You lived alone in your mothers house, since she moved in with her boyfriend so that’s why your uncle came up to you and let’s be honest, some help for the house financially wasn’t very unwanted.

You were so tired but the heat in your room was just unbearable. You already had the fan at its highest but to no avail. You turned around once again, unable to lay still. Somehow, magically you finally fell asleep but in some sort of wake/nightmare state. It was very confusing but you weren’t sleeping very deep but still had a nightmare. You shot up straight in bed, now completely soaked in sweat and your heart pounding against your chest. You rubbed your face from the sweat and your pillow was damp. You looked at your phone and you hadn’t even been sleeping for an hour.

With a groan you let your head fall back into the warm pillow and stared at the ceiling, trying to regain your breath before getting out of bed, knowing that sleeping in your room wasn’t happening tonight. You walked down in your bikers shorts and a crop top, hearing voices from the tv. You took a glance towards your couch and your eyes were met with those of Chris while you got a glass out of your cabinets. “Hey” he said softly, apparently also unable to sleep.

“Hey” you told him back with a soft smile. You got some lemonade and walked towards the couch before letting yourself fall on it, Chris eyes still on you. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked you before looking lazily back at the tv. “No, or well, I was for over an hour but had a nightmare.” You told him and he looked back at you sympathetically. Every time he had asked you how you’ve slept you would answer with nightmares. “You have them a lot?” he asked you curious now.

“Eh yeah…. Since over a year I have them nonstop. Chronic nightmares, the doctor calls them. It’s really annoying.” You chuckled the last part a little awkwardly. “I can imagine.” He still looked at you surprised. “What about you?” you asked him and looked at him but quickly became shy again so looked away. “The heat.” He told you and chuckled, making you chuckle as well. “Yeah… it’s really bad.” Chris nodded.

You both got your attention towards the tv and there was something trashy on tv, probably ex on the beach or something and you looked surprised at Chris “Before you’re gonna say something, there wasn’t really anything else on tv.” He told you and you chuckled in response. You slouched more into the cushions, hoping that a bit of wind from the garden would come your way. Chris looked at you and checked you out. Once you noticed, you grew shy and flustered again. Chris noticed that you saw him checking you out and gave you a polite smile, trying to correct himself and you shot him a polite, shy smile back.

Both sweating your asses off and watching some tv wasn’t really working for your sleep. You were so incredibly tired but unable to get some rest and sleep and it was frustrating you to no end. You huffed and puffed trying, hoping to speed the process of falling asleep. Chris noticed your irritation of not getting any sleep which he gave hope up a couple of hours ago. “you okay?” he asked you, earning another huff from you. “I’m just so frustrated that I can’t get any fucking sleep right now even though I’m fucking exhausted” you couldn’t help but curse from absolute frustration and anger. Chris looked sympathetically at you and tried to give you a soft smile while you rubbed your temples in, once again, frustration.

“I could really go for a swim right now….” you told him nonchalant. Chris nodded and looked at the tv but wasn’t really watching the show. He was deep in thoughts before speaking up. “You’ve told me about that lake, where you and your friends go to in the summer…. Is that far from here?” he asked you. You looked with a wondering look at him. “No not really but you do have to go by car.” You told him and he nodded. “Okay…. Well I mean, I can drive. Do you want to go? Because honestly, I could go for a swim as well…” he told you with a smile, up for adventure and the impulsive thought did bring some excitement in your stomach.

I mean, going on a late night swim with The Chris Evans, where you can see his bare body in real life, showing his tatts while the full moon kissed his perfect skin and the intimate idea of only the two of you….. “Yeah, I’m in!” you told him. You and Chris stood up at the same time to get changed, gather your stuff, some drinks, snacks and put them in a cooler before putting everything in the jeep.

“You ready sweetheart?” Chris asked you and it was the first time that he gave you a nickname. You felt your heart flutter and nodded, completely full of excitement from this late night adventure, giving you the complete feeling of a summer vacation and not needed to do a thing. You happily got in the car and Chris immediately noticed the change in your mood and chuckled. “So I guess this is a good idea huh?” he told you more than asked. “Yeah, definitely.” You giggled and couldn’t wait to get there.

Chris opened the windows and drove off while listening to some music. You let your hand rest outside the car and you couldn’t feel more free and alive at this point, feeling completely aligned right now. Chris couldn’t stop smiling from your happiness as he let his hand rest on the side of the roof while driving relaxed with one hand on the steering wheel. He hid his fluffy hair underneath a ball cap and his abs showing underneath his t-shirt. You couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the man. You had a crush on him before you even met him and it only got worse when you did meet him, falling completely head over heels for him.

He looked at you with a bright smile, meeting your energy and you felt so many butterflies that you didn’t even knew it was possible and the excitement of it helping with that. You gave him directions while you both started to sing along to a song that came up. It was David Bowie with Heroes and you were a big fan of Bowie. “Didn’t expect you to know this song.” Chris chuckled out while you looked at him shocked. “Are you kidding me? I love Bowie! Besides old music has a special place in my heart.” You told him and turned the radio up, your hand making waves out of the window from the car. The wind blowing through your hair. You let your head rest on your arms that rested besides the window so you got some more wind in your face.

When you finally arrived, Chris got the stuff and you pointed out a spot where you and your friends always laid. It was your favorite spot for a reason. You and Chris walked over the spot, laying down the big, sort of picnic blanket, towels by your side and got rid of all of your clothes. You always felt very self-conscious about your body, especially with Chris next to you but now you couldn’t care less and wanted to get in the water immediately. You looked over to Chris who got rid of his shirt as well and placed his belongings in the bag. You started to stare and check him out. Once he noticed that you checked him out, you felt shy and a little embarrassed. Chris just had a smug smile on his face. You held your arms automatically a little in front of your body and Chris noticed your discomfort.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. You shouldn’t hide your body. You really look amazing.” Chris told you with a smile and you felt butterflies in your stomach again and the heat going down. Maybe it was the heat getting to you or the fact that you were going for a midnight swim where it was just the two of you, now secluded but you felt horny as hell right now. “Thank you…. shall we?” you pointed shyly at the water and Chris gave you another smile. Oh lord, your daddy issues were kicking up and you could just melt on the spot, already feeling submissive. Maybe it was also the age-gap between the two of you what made it excited for you.

Chris walked a little in front of you but noticed that you hadn’t moved yet and turned around with a smirk “You coming?” he asked you and got you out of your trance. “Yeah, yeah.” You told him quickly and walked besides him. Your feet finally hit the water and it was so refreshing. Chris walked a little further and you followed him slowly. You were so glad that you finally got rid of the sticky, sweaty feeling and got a refreshment of some sort.

You felt so light and good that you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second. Of course you didn’t notice Chris staring mesmerized at you while the moon kissed your skin so softly and he couldn’t help but stare at you, this time he was in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, noticing that his swimming shorts getting a little to tight for his liking so he stepped more in the water, hoping that his erection wasn’t too noticeable but of course it was. He was quite build of you know what I mean.

He splashed some water on you, making you gasp from the sudden, unexpected cold hitting your skin. Your eyes flutter open and acted like you were shocked. Chris smirked and walked further in the water, just to be on the safe side with his, still growing bulge. You got more in the water with a smile and Chris couldn’t help but smile mesmerized at you. You noticed the look on his face and felt so flustered and well horny as well. You’ve never thought that a midnight swim could be this intimate and excited, the heat not working in both of your favors as well.

You took a dip and got up, Chris following your every move intently as the tension rose even further. “This is really nice.” You told him and he nodded. “Yeah, this was a good idea.” He told you and there fell a silence. You could hear the music that you had put on. There wasn’t a living soul around and besides there weren’t people living nearby. It was so secluded.

Chris followed you more in the water. “It’s beautiful here. I can see why you like it so much.” He told you, making you smile. “Yeah, it feels really freeing you know.” Chris nodded. He splashed some more water on you with a playful smirk which you returned and splashed water on his as well. His fluffy hair getting just a bit wet and you’ve never wanted to run your hands through his hair this much before. You both got more towards each other and you jumped on his back, earning a heartful laugh of him as he held you on his back. His arms holding you up by your legs and being this close to him for the first time, made your stomach do flips.

Your arms around his shoulders and neck, his hair tickling the side of your face and you let your head rest even more against the side of his face. Chris gently started to swim and wished you couldn’t feel his heart, almost beating out of his chest while you clang to him like a koala. His heart filled itself with so much love, that he was scared it would explode. The tension in the air was almost unbearable and the tightness of his trunks got more and more uncomfortable with the passing second.

You readjusted your head and let it rest on top of his head, feeling his fluffy hair underneath your chin. “Your hair is really soft.” You told him and couldn’t fight the feeling of letting your hands go though it and did so. You felt your heart skip a couple of beats when you let your fingers go through it. Chris closed his eyes and let out a soft shaky breath while he let his head go a little back so you had more excess to his hair. His growing bulge was now aggressively throbbing and he knew he couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt your pussy drip and throb as well, the heat getting almost too much and the tension definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the two of you.

You slipped off of his back and slowly, in trance walked in front of him. He kept looking with adoration in his eyes, following your every movement. Both of you remaining eye contact, completely entranced and indulged with one another. Chris splashed softly some water on you, making you giggle, giving you a loving smile. You had him completely wrapped around your finger and he, you. You splashed some back with a smile and it became a lazy water fight until you, all of a sudden, surprising yourself as well, wrapped your arms around his neck from the side and jumped on him playfully and got to a close proximity.

You both looked shocked into each other’s eyes but that disappeared really quick and both went into a trance. You felt his growing bulge against your leg and you were surprised by it. His arm held you up by your waist. You were both so indulged, forgetting your surroundings. His other arm came up to your waist as well and he pulled you in front of him while you still clang around him, your legs around his waist. You felt his erection against your own heated pussy and you couldn’t help but move a little. Chris tried to suppress a groan but closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His grip on your hips getting stronger. The tension was now very noticeable for the both of you and getting really unbearable. You both couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, not that you even tried anymore.

You had perfect access to his neck and you couldn’t help but lick it. Your tongue got attached to his neck licking it seductively up to his chin, his stubbles scraping your tongue slightly, earning a very shaky breath from the man before you placed your lips on his neck, sucking it gently. You could hear him moan and felt his cock twitch against your throbbing pussy. Your hand going over his abs and you could feel his heart pounding. Your other arm still around his neck, his hands holding you up and close.

He put his head down and you both stared at each other in complete trance. He softly cupped your cheeks. You were holding yourself up now, clinging to him. You both kept the eye contact going before he pulled you in a heated and desired kiss. It was passionate and you needed each other very fast right now, unable to wait any longer. His tongue slipping in, his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer into the rushed kiss, wanting to explore every part of each other fast and needy. Your hand found his hair and tucked it slightly, earning another groan from him. He slowly walked to the edge of the lake.

His hands now holding you up by your ass and he squeezed it, earning a moan from you this time and you let your head fall back. His mouth now getting attached to your neck, his stubbles tickling your neck, giving it a nice burning sensation. Your hands once again tucking his hair. “I need you.” you whimpered out softly, the neediness glazed over your words and his mouth attacked yours again. “I need you too.” He told you already out of breath from all the pent up energy.

You started to grind against his cock and his chest. Chris moaned out and pushed you softly against the edge, your legs still around him. He put your bikini out of the way and attacked your nipple, in response you already arched your back at the electric feeling. Chris was a dominant man. Everyone could see that and you even noticed in some of his playful flirting towards you but now, he was just as needy for you as you were for him, the need to be close to one another. His lips went from your nipple to your neck again, then to your lips, connecting them again in a hungrily kiss before he peppered the side of your mouth with kisses and your cheek, wanting to kiss every part of your body.

You slid off of him and let your hands roam as well. You slowly went over his abs while he looked at you intently, awaiting your next move. Chris couldn’t wait anymore and attacked your neck, pinning you against the edge and his body. his hands roamed over your neck towards your breast and started to play with your nipples, earning another moan.

Your hands went over his abs towards his cock that was aggressively throbbing against his stomach and swimming trunks. You put your hand in his swimming trunks and your hand found his huge cock immediately. You could hear Chris moan out just by your soft touch in the water. Your thumb went over his tip and he let out another shaky breath. Chris’s hand disappeared in your bikini bottom as well and went over your slit. He could feel how horny you were, his finger already covered by your juices. He groaned at the feeling of his finger being connected into you. You both looked at each other, the neediness and mesmerized visibly in both of your eyes. “I need you in me, I need you closer.” You whimpered out and Chris nodded. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed you. He pulled his swimming trunks more down and put your bottoms to the side of your pussy.

He looked at you, your arms already locked around the back of his neck while you nodded quickly. You felt his cock against your entrance and he carefully pushed forward, looking at every feature on your face for discomfort. You moaned out “It’s okay, keep going Chris.” He nodded and pushed further. Once he was fully in you both moaned at the already somewhat of a release you got from it. Before he moved he looked intently at you again and placed loving kisses on your pillow lips before he started to explore your mouth once again hungerly.

His hips slowly moved forward, immediately hitting your g-spot. You both moaned out loudly and you let your head rest on his shoulder feeling extremely weak to your knees. Chris had his arms tightly locked around you. He picked you up again, your back leaning against the edge for support as well and he pushed his hips even further, his cock completely disappearing into you and filling you up to the brim. You cried out from the pleasure given to you. His lips found your neck once again, sucking it on your sensitive spot and his large hand cupping your breast.

He started to fasten his pace and you heard him groan in your ear. You couldn’t get a sound out of your throat from so much pleasure and felt a pit in your stomach, ready for release. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You mewled out. “I’m not stopping, I’m not gonna stop. Cum for me sweetheart.” He told you out of breath and placed a soft kiss on your ear. You started to clench around him and Chris moaned out loudly in response. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” you started to shake around him and Chris pulled you tighter against his body, goosebumps covering your body.

Once you came down from your high, Chris held you cheeks softly in his palms and smiled lovingly before kissing you again. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He told you and you felt flustered at the way he looked at you. Like he was looking right into your soul. Chris kissed the tip of your nose and lips again. When your lips connected he started his pace again but you still clenched around him. “I’m not gonna last long sweetheart.” He breathed against your cheek. “It’s okay, cum in me. I wanna feel you.” he growled at your response and picked up his pace again and you felt yourself grow closer once again. “I’m going to cum again.” You breathed out. Chris started to groan and moan loudly in your ear and you held your arms tightly around the back of his neck, keeping him close to your body. You felt warm liquid shoot up in your pussy and you clenched around him, getting into your own orgasm as well.

Chris stayed in you while you both tried to catch your breath. He looked lovingly into your eyes and you couldn’t look away. Your fingers going through his hair once again, slowly moving down to his cheek and this time you cupped his cheek, his stubbles tickling your palm, your thumb softly rubbing up and down.

You both started to chuckle and Chris placed his lips on yours again. You started to clench around him again, still feeling horny for him. I mean, who wouldn’t right? Chris moaned again and you felt him growing hard again inside of you. You moved a little and a whimper escaped his lips while he closed his eyes. “Oh Y/N, you’re addicting.” He told you and lifted your chin so he had access to your neck again.

You moved more up and down and Chris lowered you down, making you look surprised at him. “Let’s get out of the water princess.” He told you with a soft wink and a smile, letting you know he wasn’t just yet done with you.

He held your hand and let the way. You couldn’t help but felt excited for what was to come. Once you got back to the blanket, the only sound hearable was the music and it was as if Spotify knew what was going on and played sensual music. Or maybe everything was sensual for you now. Chris still held your hand and softly pulled you closer. He cupped your cheek and you had to stand on your tippy toes in order to kiss him. He pulled you closer to his body, your breast against his chest and he started to kiss your cheek. He was so extremely gentle and loving that your heart felt like it could burst right now.

He laid you down on the blanket, his body on top of yours, still exploring each other’s mouth. He looked down at your body and let his hands explore every curve of your body. “I can’t wrap my mind around how gorgeous you are.” He told you and that was the moment you thought your heart had burst. You always felt so insecure since you weren’t the most skinniest girl and it could make you insecure sometimes. You felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and softly sniffled while his hands softly went over your skin. Once Chris heard you sniffle, he quickly looked up at you.

Concern gathered on his face. “What’s wrong baby? Have I said something? Did I hurt you?” he asked you worried, his hand resting on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “Do you really mean that?” you asked him and he was a little confused. “do I mean what baby girl?” his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. “What you just had said.” It visibly clicked in his head.

“Yeah of course I mean every word. When I tell you that you are drop dead gorgeous. I mean look at you! I love your curves so much. I don’t think words can express how gorgeous I think you are. But I can show you.” he told you lovingly. “You mesmerize me in every way possible. And I mean it when I tell you, that you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He told you, looking intently in your eyes so you would know that he really meant that. More tears slipped and you chuckled, pulling him up so you could kiss him.

His hands roamed your body again and disappeared into your bottoms again. He groaned into your mouth, making you moan while his finger went over your slit. He slowly pushed his finger inside and started to pump into you, making you moan and held on tightly to his bicep. You let your head fall back and he attacked your neck once again, while he still laid on top of you. Your lips felt sore from so many kisses but it was the good sore, making them more plump than they already were.

Chris pushed himself a little up so he could look at your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Chris hanging above you, his necklace dangling above you as well and you clenched around his finger from the sight alone. He smiled at you once he felt you clench. He got his hand out of your bikini and licked his finger which was covered in your juices and still his cum. You whimpered at the sight and how hot it was. Chris grinned at you and kissed between your breast, his hair tickling on your skin and he slowly went down on you before pulling your bikini off.

He caressed your thighs ever so gently and lowered himself completely down. You opened your legs automatically for him and he licked your slit up and you were already shaking from anticipation. His arms held your legs tightly, flexing his bicep around you. His tongue disappeared completely in your pussy and you gasped at the sensation. Your hand found his hair, tucking it for leverage. You started to moan out and his tongue got attached to your clit. You bucked your hips up and Chris placed his hand on your lower belly, keeping you down. He started to suck your clit and went with his finger softly over your slit before entering you and pumped. You saw his bicep flex at the movements he made.

The sight was what made you cum. You tried to suppress a moan and whimpered. “Chris….. I’m going to…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. “It’s okay baby, you can cum.” He told you and you were already in your orgasm. He pushed and sucked through it until you calmed down but your limbs still kept shaking. You got away from him and sat on your knees, pulling him up as well, surprising Chris a little. You attacked his mouth and you could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan in the kiss.

He held you by your waist, slowly moving down and pulled you tight against his body. You softly guided him to lay down with your hands on his abs. He laid down and it was like a painting. The look in his eyes, his tattoos showing clearly in the moonlight, his hair shining and just him. You softly tucked his trunks down and he got them out completely. You kissed his lips, went to his neck, already making his breath hitch and moan a little. Your lips left a wet trail down over his abs which you licked. Your hand already around his big cock, already twitching in your hand, waiting for release.

You licked his shaft and his head fell down with a groan. His hand on the back of your head. You licked the tip before slowly putting him in. he was huge and already knew that you weren’t able to take him in completely but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try. You gagged around his cock, trying to relax your throat. Chris moaned “you feel so good around me.” you hummed and put him even deeper, saliva dripping down on his cock and your tongue playing with his tip in the meanwhile. Your hand gently caressing his balls and massaged them softly.

Chris pulled you up and looked with the utter most adoration in his eyes. “You’re too good and if you keep doing that, I’ll cum in no second but I need to be inside of you.” he told you, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Please stay on all fours.” He told you and you did what he asked. He moved behind you and you looked behind you towards Chris. Chris placed some saliva in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, even though it wasn’t necessary, it was a picture on its own and god it was hot.

You felt his cock by your entrance and he slowly pushed inside, this time Chris almost got weak to his knees. “God you’re perfect.” He told you making you whimpered from anticipation and praise. He got completely into you and had to pause for a second so he wouldn’t cum right then and there on the spot. He kissed your shoulders softly and slowly started to pound into you. You whimpered and had no strength to hold yourself up by your arms so only your ass was up. Chris’s hand squeezed your cheeks and lowered himself over you, getting your breasts in his hands squeezing them as well.

You heard him panting out above you and you clenched around him, making him fall half on top of you, losing the strength to keep himself up as well. “Oh god, you feel so extreme good.” He praised you and you whimpered out. He got out of you, knowing that, tonight, he didn’t have the strength. “Lay on your back baby.” he told you and you were quick to turn around. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his focus completely on you. His lips on yours in a loving, slow and sensual kiss. He softly entered you again and started to pick up his pace and kissing the sensitive spot in your neck, which was red by now.

You felt another orgasm going to hit you fast and clenched around him. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last.” He told you out of breath. “I can’t help it, you fuck so good, I’m going to cum again.” You whimpered, trying to hold it back and Chris notice. “It’s okay baby. You can cum. You don’t have to hold back, let it go. I’ll cum with you.” he told you and attached his thumb on your clit, helping you to let go.

Chris looked up at you. “You okay baby?” he asked you, his finger softly caressing your features. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m very good.” You chuckled out, making him chuckle as well. Chris looked mesmerized at you. “Let me take you on a proper date. You deserve nothing but the best.” He told you and you felt spoiled, flustered and treated like a queen. “I would love that.” He smiled. “Want to go in the water and wash everything off?” he asked you softly, making you nod.

You let out a loud moan and quickly placed your hand in front of your mouth to muffle it. You went into your orgasm and it was so explosive that only soft whimpers escaped you. Chris hid his face on your shoulder and had an explosive orgasm the same time, his cum shooting in your pussy.

Chris let his head rest on your breast now, trying to get his breathing under control. Your hand went through his hair and your nails softly scraping his head. You felt his cum seep out of you.

He helped you up and you both walked into the water. Chris pulled you against his chest in a warm bear hug. This was definitely the best hug you’ve ever had. His hand was on the back of your head and went slowly towards the back of your neck while his other hand, his fingertips slowly went up and down your spine. Once you were ‘clean’ again you walked back to the blanket and got dressed. Chris laid down and looked at the stars, inviting you to lay against him.

You placed your hand around his chest, his arm around you while your head was on his chest. “I’m getting sleepy.” You told him. “Close your eyes, it’s okay sweetheart.” He told you and you did what he told you, feeling safe and sound. You fell into a deep sleep while Chris went up and down with his fingertips on your back, comforting you.

You woke up by a splash of very cold water and shot up. You felt Chris shoot up besides you as well and you got the water out of your face to see who had the nerve to wake you from your peaceful sleep. You saw your friend group looking at you with a smirk. Chris had never met your friends yet but apparently he will today. You groaned. “Seriously guys?” you asked them and Chris was a little confused.

“Chris these assholes are my friends.” You told them and chuckled slightly. You introduced everyone and felt that the sun was already very sharp. “What time is it?” you asked them and they gave the both of you two ice coffees. “It’s around 11 in the morning. But what the hell. You guys slept here or something?” Your best friend asked. You and Chris looked at each other shyly. “Ehh yeah. Was too hot in the house.” You told him sheepishly but he knew. He looked between you and Chris and nodded after a while with a smirk. “I guess I’m going to see you more often.” He told Chris who chuckled and nodded. “I hope so.” He told him but looked at you. You smiled back at him. “Yeah you will.” Chris smiled back and it was clear to everyone that you were both madly in love with each other.

The day excited out a lot of swimming with your friends, drinking, relaxing in the sun and playing games along with a whole lot of flirting with Chris and he with you. Stolen kisses when nobody was looking and soft delicate touches for comfort and affection. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing that it was so extremely hot and it was definitely the best summer yet.

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Will Chris’ “psychotic” fans be held responsible for the end of the shitshow?

Recently an article regarding Abba’s near ”abduction” story resurfaced, or I should say was reposted. It seemed pretty random of course. But was it? Because you see, this story hints at an original trauma that she might have suffered as a kid. If you combine this (real or fictitious) traumatic experience with the narrative that Chris’ fans are psychos who really can’t stand to see him in a relationship, well then you have created the perfect storm for their separation. Will that excuse be used to explain their divorce which couldn’t come soon enough by the way?

So many breadcrumbs pointing to Abba being scared…

The narrative that Chris’ fans are crazy and don’t want to see him with anyone has been going on for years. His brother Scott alluded to it not so long ago during an interview. Yvette Nicole Brown tweeted about it as well, in a very over-the-top and unhinged way just after Chris and Abba made it official with their first papwalk. So there have been many crumbs pointing to his fans’ problematic behavior being the cause for concerns. And indeed, there have already been several articles pointing to Abba being scared for her safety. Here are a couple of examples.

https://www.thenews.com.pk/amp/1119789-chris-evans-jealous-fans-pose-safety-concerns-for-his-wife-alba-baptista

Recently, that excuse has been used to explain why Abba couldn’t attend an event for Warrior Nun.

We all know of her extraordinary professionalism. She has promoted the show so much so that we can only imagine how terrified and heartbroken she must have felt to turn down this event. (read sarcasm) And it probably explains why she refused to talk to the media at the GQ event. You see she was not being rude and a diva, she was just being shy and afraid…

Also remember during Chris and Abba’s last papwalk when they allegedly had dinner with Rob Pattinson, Suki, Adrien Brody and Harvey Weinstein’s former wife, they were escorted by Guillermo who is Chris’ bodyguard. Sure it was meant to sell that they are a very famous and popular couple but maybe it served another purpose. Maybe it was meant to sell the narrative that she is terrified of Chris’ fans and needs the protection of a bodyguard. So the question remains: will they be blamed for their divorce?

The ending of this shitshow isn’t likely to happen soon…

Crumbs and hints are in place but that doesn’t mean the end of the shitshow is near. In fact, I would be very surprised if he doesn’t mention his “wife” during his next con at Seattle on March 2nd. Indeed this con is overseen by the same company that did C2E2 and NYCC last year, and let’s remember the NY con was used to confirm the 2 kinda of ceremonies and to show off his ill-fitting ring. We can suspect this company is one of their sponsors, just like the jewelry brand or airline company. But I am just speculating.

It’s safe to assume there will be similar shenanigans in Seattle anyway. Will she actually be there? It’s a real possibility. Especially, since the Oscars’ ceremony is on March 10th. Like for the Golden Globes, it’s a time when celebrities try to be seen. And it will be one of their last occasions to make a splash for a while and have their names in every publication since Chris is supposed to start shooting a new movie in March as well. Unless we get pap pics of them on his movie set. They haven’t done it yet and it would be another box to check off in their PR games.

The manufactured psychotic fans…

For sure there are some crazy fans out there. But I have little doubt as well that most of his crazy fans act this way on purpose because there are plants on the payroll. Even recently, we have seen a ridiculous fake drama around Dodger. An account even published an old picture of Dodger at Daycare. So this mod either hacked into the security cameras of the dog daycare center 6 years ago. Or by some off chance, a crazy stalker fan who worked at that center leaked that pic and sent it to that mod? I should probably specify that this account also got the exclusive (and very believable) story that Renner and Hemsworth told two strangers that they were in Boston for Chris’ wedding. Obviously the most logical explanation is that this blog was fed real info (and that pic) by his team or is working directly for his team. But officially they will pass as crazy fans who crossed the line… And this narrative has proved quite useful in the past.

Playing the victim card is unlikely to get them any sympathy…

I personally think that this strategy won’t benefit either of them.

Particularly Abba. First of all, people are unlikely to believe she needs protection because nobody knows her in the first place. We all remember that ridiculous cringe moment at the Ghosted premiere where a paid actor pretended to be her fan and screamed her name. Also and I don’t mean any disrespect but she is not only unknown to the public but she is also totally unremarkable. She is so unremarkable in fact that when that influencer got the video of them at Walt Disney (the video where you can hear the influencer say at the end: “got it”) she had a pic of Abba’s back tattoo on her screen to make sure she recognized her.

As for Chris, blaming his fans for the end of this shitshow is unlikely to gain him any sympathy either. We have seen so many fan pages disappear, so many fans leave. He has alienated so many loyal fans and a part of the general public with this relationship that isn’t on brand for him. It wouldn’t be wise to alienate the fans that have stuck around.

Also playing the victim card is just not as popular as it once was. First of all, most normal people have troubles feeling sorry for out of touch celebrities. And why should they? They live in the real world and have real problems. Like having to hold on to their low-paying job, to take care of their kids or to put food on the table. Look at Harry and Meghan. Most people can’t stand them anymore. So Chris’ team would be wise to look for another exit strategy. They have time…

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shitouttabuck · 4 months

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ok stay with me here but: (loose) anastasia (1997) au

evan buckley: the missing, presumed dead, youngest child of the beloved/beloathed buckley family, all of whom were murdered when he was a kid—all except his older sister. except he’s alive, with the unfortunate downside of total amnesia, and nothing to tie him to anyone except a broken something that just reads: buck. so buck grows up alone, and it sucks, especially because it’s not all he’s ever known. he might not have his memories but he knows he's known what love is. home, love, family. there was once a time i must’ve had them too. home, love, family. i will never be complete until i find you.

maddie buckley: only daughter of the buckley family, fell in love with a bad man who tried to kill her whole family to get to her. got away and got safe. doesn’t know if doug’s alive. her brother’s probably dead. surviving’s not the same as living, and she’s been doing it for so long. but… have you heard… there’s a rumour in los angeles. she’s got the best and the brightest protecting her, and all that buckley family money. spreading them both thin could mean doug worming his way out of the woodwork but if there’s even a chance evan’s really out there? she’s already decided.

eddie diaz: conman, but more importantly, dad. there was a war, and then another one, and his wife left, and somewhere in there his parents took his kid from him. he does not have the money to fight them with lawyers, but he’s stubborn and not particularly respectful of the law and he’s heard that maddie buckley’s protective service team has means and money that allow for a) duking it out in court with his parents or b) getting his kid back in ways that are more uh legally grey. and it just so happens the rumours are that maddie buckley will do just about anything and pay just about any sum to find her long-lost brother. blond-haired, blue-eyed, missing at age 10—nearly two decades ago. he could look like anyone, now. sure, there’s the distinctive red birthmark over his eyebrow, but makeup and tattooing go a long way these days. oh, and conveniently, his partner in literal crime, however mild, has an old inside link with someone on maddie buckley’s bodyguard team. chim never shuts up about henrietta wilson—hen, he calls her—particularly when eddie’s fumbling a job and having to improvise and he feels the need to point out just how competent his previous partner steadfastly was.

if eddie and chim are holding illicit auditions for evan buckley lookalikes, and this massive beautiful man stumbles in apparently already having gone to the trouble of dressing for the part? who is eddie to look that gift horse in the mouth? the quicker they see this con through, the quicker he’s together with chris again.

except buck thinks eddie really believes he’s maddie buckley’s missing brother, and buck is warm and ridiculous and so genuinely curious about eddie’s own family, on this journey to find his own, and eddie can’t help but share christopher, and buck listens with bright eyes and holds the photographs so carefully in his big hands.

cons are never victimless, and eddie knows getting chris back takes priority over any moral quandary of identity theft here.

but buck asks about chris’s favourite things and stays up late on their crosscountry train to come up with plans for an accessible skateboard for a kid he’s never met. buck tells eddie he wonders if maddie’ll recognise him, and he hopes she does, because he’s never had anyone see him and know him before. buck asks eddie if he thinks they’ll stay friends, once they’re both reunited with their families. it’ll be nice not to have to miss anyone again, he tells eddie one night, quiet. missing who you don’t remember is one thing. missing who you know?

he trails off and falls asleep not long after, but eddie lies awake in the bunk below him for hours. his moral compass has always swung with whatever cognitive dissonance necessary to justify his actions because the final truth is: heart over mind. and chris has always been his whole heart. so falling in love with your mark has got to be the stupidest, most dangerous thing you can do.

even this is okay; he can handle breaking part of his own heart. but he didn’t realise he was holding so much of buck’s too, and now? he doesn’t know that he can survive breaking any of that.

#i rewatched anastasia yesterday after a couple years and uh. came home and wrote this down at 11pm.#it will prob never get written but oh it's so fun to imagine buckanastasia eddiedimitri #nina writes #wip #911 #anyway. best movie in the whole entire world. invented romance #and oh the gender envy of a don bluth leading man........

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I Know I Should Know Better 4

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, references to past Colin Shea x Female Reader & past Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking & implied drug use, explicit language, bad boyfriend (Colin continues to be awful, even though we haven't actually seen him since part 2), self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. She's still having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Well, here it is! As I currently have it planned, this will be seven parts, so we're officially past the halfway point now. This part's a little shorter, but I'm hoping you'll think it's worth it.

Big thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me nail down the new character here! (If you don't remember doing that Carly, it's because it was ages ago 🤣)

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screaming at me. 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

The drive to the restaurant was uncomfortable. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just you. Sitting in the backseat alone, while Curtis and Jensen quietly conversed in the front, you felt ridiculous. You should learn how to drive. You were a grown woman who couldn’t even get herself anywhere—just another way you didn’t know how to be responsible for yourself.

You stared at Curtis in the front seat. It’d been a few weeks since your boundaries conversation. You hadn’t spoken to him much since. He was right. It was better. Cleaner. But you missed being able to talk to him.

Something had changed about the way he watched you though. You would swear that it was more intense now, the way his eyes followed you around the room. And it always seemed like he had something to say, he’d just never say it. He didn’t make any sense.

You took a breath. You were nervous about this lunch. You weren’t entirely sure what the purpose of it was, aside from the fact that Marnie Reynolds had wanted to meet. You hadn’t seen her in years and then she just texted you out of the blue two days ago, asking if you wanted to have lunch. You assumed she was going to pitch you something. Why else would she want to talk? You hoped it’d be something easy to agree to. It would make Wilford and Tanya feel better if someone actively wanted to work with you, at the very least.

The restaurant wasn’t the kind of place you normally went to. It was nice, but tucked away, not designed for those who wanted to see and be seen. Marnie had chosen it. She was waiting for you at a small table in the back, even more private. She stood as you approached and enveloped you in a warm hug. She was just as glamorous as you remembered, suddenly hit by memories of sitting in her trailer while she let you try on her jewelry. She’d always been so nice to you. “Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you,” she said as you both sat down.

You smiled and nodded. “It’s good to see you, too. How are you?”

“Oh, good, good,” she said with a big smile. “Just got back from a shoot in Greece. Happy to be home.” Her eyes lost a little of their luster as she asked, “How are you, darling?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you said. You could tell she wanted you to say more, but you just nodded and shrugged.

“Well,” she looked at you carefully, “I can’t get over how grown up you are. I know it’s silly, but I think I’ll always see you as the sixteen-year-old I met at the table read ten years ago.”

“You and all of America,” you said dryly before you could think better of it.

Instead of chastising you, she just nodded. “I’m very grateful I didn’t have to grow up so publicly and then have to make that transition to being an adult. I can’t imagine how hard that is.”

You shrugged again. You didn’t really know what to say to her.

“Which, speaking of, I owe you an apology.”

Panic rose in your chest. Oh, god. Had she sold a story about you? Said something private in an interview? Blocked you from a new role? You weren’t sure you could handle one more thing right now. “Oh?” you asked shakily.

She nodded, seriously. “I should have done a better job of keeping in touch with you after we’d finished the movie. I owed you that much. I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brow, confused. “That’s fine. You’ve been so busy. I didn’t really expect you to remember me. I mean, you won an Oscar. I know how much work that takes.”

“Mmm,” she said, “and you sent me flowers.”

You shrugged. You just kept shrugging. “Well, you were always kind to me, and I was so happy for you. It seemed like the least I should do.”

“You were always so sweet. I’m so happy to see that hasn’t changed.”

At the sincerity on her face, you looked down at your menu. You didn’t know what to say to that.

“How’s your mom?” she asked, her tone strangely cautious. “Is she still your manager?”

“Oh, no. Wilford helped me get a new one when I turned 18. He thought I needed someone more experienced.”

She let out a breath, almost like she was relieved. “I have to admit, I’m happy to hear that.” You gave her a confused look and she continued softly, “She was always so hard on you. It was part of why I always invited you to my trailer. It seemed like you could really use a break from her.” She gave you another impossibly warm smile. “Plus, you were such great company. I loved making that movie with you.”

You couldn’t hide your relief when the server chose that moment to take your orders. You didn’t know what to do with the fondness in Marnie’s eyes.

Once you were both done ordering, you decided you were ready to talk business. “So, what’s the project?” you asked.

She looked confused. “Project?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever you wanted to pitch me? The reason you asked me here.”

“Oh, honey, no, I’m sorry. There’s no project. I just wanted to see you.”

That didn’t make sense. That she didn’t want to work with you again made sense. No one did, so of course she didn’t either. But then why else were you here? “I don’t understand,” you said quietly.

She let out a sad little sigh. “I’ve seen some of what’s been going on with you, online, and it just seems like you need a friend. I want to be that for you. I think about you more than you know.”

“Oh,” was all you managed to say.

She grabbed your hand over the table. “There’s so much going on for you right now. I can’t imagine how hard it must be, and then to have to deal with it in public too.”

You didn’t say anything, just looked at your joined hands on the table. Then, finally, still looking down, “Uh, yeah. I’m having a pretty hard time.”

She squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk about it.”

You finally looked up and nodded, but didn’t say anything else. You weren’t sure you could.

She looked at you carefully. “Have you thought about taking a break at all?”

You were reminded of Curtis, sitting on your couch, looking at you so earnestly, talking about taking a year off. You shook the image out of your head. “No,” you said. “It isn’t a good time. My reputation isn’t great right now, so I need to get back out there and show people that I can do the work. I need to fix it.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, “that sounds like agent speak.”

“Well,” you shrugged, “he’s right.”

“Remember, though,” she said, slowly, “that you’re a person, too. Not just a career.”

You just looked at her, blankly. Your career had been the most important thing about you since you were nine years old. You didn’t know how to separate the two. Luckily, that was when the server returned with your food, and Marnie graciously took it as a sign to take over the conversation for the rest of your meal. She talked about the movie she’d just finished, how her kids were doing, and the large garden she was planting at home. It was nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a meal out with a friend like this.

Still, you left the restaurant feeling raw and restless. You weren’t sure what to do with that conversation, the hard parts of it. The way she looked at you like she actually saw you. There was an itch in you now that just made you want to run.

Instead, as soon as you got home, you poured yourself a glass of sangria from the pitcher your housekeeper kept in your fridge and took the latest script Wilford had sent you onto your deck. You could feel Curtis watching you as you moved through the glass doors. That was his job, you told yourself. It was just his job.

The script fucking sucked. It was awful. The opposite of what you wanted to do. But you knew what Wilford would say. Beggars can’t be choosers. This was your fault. You were the one who’d destroyed your reputation. You had to be the one to fix it. And if making shit like this would fix it, then that’s what you had to do. Too many people relied on you for you not to do whatever you could, take whatever paychecks you could get. You hated it. You hated it so much. But you would do it.

You picked up your phone. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed. It was well into the evening now. There was a text from Michelle an hour ago, letting you know she’d left. And a few minutes ago, one from Nikki, a girl you partied with sometimes, that just said ‘Fuck them both!’

What the hell did that mean? Panic began to crawl up your throat and your hands started to shake as you typed your name into Google and clicked on News. Your stomach dropped. Johnny Storm, that snowboarder you’d barely dated over a year ago, apparently had a podcast now. And the latest episode, posted that day, featured Colin Shea as its guest. Shit. Fuck. You couldn’t even look at what they’d said. There was no point. It was all just the same old bullshit.

You felt tears start to prick at your eyes. Why couldn’t everyone just leave you the fuck alone? You weren’t even that interesting. How could they possibly have anything to talk about?

Fuck that, you thought, as you stormed back into your house. You distantly registered Curtis calling after you, but you didn’t pay any attention. You were too focused. You headed straight up to your bedroom. They wanted something to talk about? You’d fucking give it to them! You charged into your closet and grabbed the sluttiest, shiniest dress you had. Fuck yeah. You could do this. You would be exactly who they wanted you to be. If they wanted a show so fucking badly, you’d give them one.

You ran back downstairs, looking for a particular pair of earrings that a costar had given you as a wrap gift a couple of years ago – huge dangly ones that said Fuck on one ear and You on the other. There was nothing subtle about what you were going for tonight.

You’d have to think of someone to call, too. Someone suitable for the kind of scene you wanted to make, the kind of big mistake you wanted to fall into. You were so fucking tired of holding it all together. You were done. Your mind immediately landed on Lucas Lee, your costar in that dumb action movie last year. He was awful but so hot. Nothing but trouble and always up for whatever. Perfect.

As you entered your living room, your eyes landed on one of your jewelry boxes on the coffee table. There they were! As you picked up the box, you realized Curtis was sitting by himself on the couch. You saw him take in your short, sparkly dress and grimace. You weren’t in the mood to analyze it. “I’m going out,” you announced. “Have Jensen get the car ready.”

You were already moving through, headed back upstairs when you heard Curtis rasp, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You turned on a dime. “Excuse me?”

“I think,” he said slowly, so calmly you wanted to break something, “that going out right now, in the sort of mood you’re clearly in, would be a very bad idea.”

What the actual fuck? “Since when,” you asked, your voice quiet with seething anger, “is it your job to tell me what to do?”

He shook his head and you didn’t know how to react to how sad he looked. “I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m asking you to stay home tonight. For your own safety, which very much is my job.”

You just stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t understand him. He told you you weren’t friends. He was the one who said he was just your bodyguard. So what the hell was he doing now?

In the moment you stood frozen, just staring at him, he took a cautious step forward. “Did something happen?” he asked barely above a whisper.

You shook your head furiously. You felt like you could barely form words. You were so angry and lost, and scared, and sad, and confused. You were feeling more than you thought your body could contain. And you knew, you knew, the only way to get these feelings out would be to go out and get as wild as you could. And here Curtis was, not letting you. You were afraid you were going to explode. “That’s fine,” you finally got out, ignoring his question. “You don’t have to come with me. Jake neither. I’ll get a fucking Uber.” You took a step towards the opening of the room. “Go home Jake!” you shouted through the house. “I won’t need you tonight!”

Curtis sighed your name. “I’m not going to let you go out by yourself,” he said firmly.

You threw your hands in the air. “Then make up your goddamn mind!”

Jake appeared in the doorway, looking confused and Curtis turned to him. You took the opportunity to get back to the safety of your room, leaving your security detail to figure their shit out. Once back in your room, you dug through the jewelry box until you found the earrings you were looking for. You heard your back door open and close. Good. Jake, at least, was gone. You knew Curtis would be harder, but you were fucking determined.

Just as you were opening Uber on your phone, Curtis appeared in your doorway. “What,” you growled.

“Would you just listen to me for a minute?!” He said, not quite a yell, but not not that either, as he barged into your room. All of his practiced calm from downstairs was completely gone. “Something bad is going to happen if you go out tonight! It is, I know it is. And I know you can feel it too!”

“Why do you care?!” You shouted at him. “No one else does! Why do you care so much?!”

“You know why!” he shouted back, and took another step toward you, but then suddenly stopped. Much, much quieter, much softer, and with eyes so pleading, he said “You must know.”

You didn’t. You really don’t think you knew until that moment, when the realization slammed into you. Every look, every sigh, all of the moments of him that hadn’t made sense. You took a step back. “What?” you breathed, barely realizing that you were shaking.

He took a step forward to follow you, then stopped. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head at him. “No,” you said. “You can’t.”

“I can’t?!” he asked, incredulous and upset again.

“No!” you shouted, but it was so much weaker now. “I just– Why would– I’m such a fucking mess!” You were starting to cry, the adrenaline of the last half-hour finally leaking out of you, replaced by that same bone-deep exhaustion that you’d had for too long. “I barely have a high school education. I don’t know how to do anything for myself. No one wants to work with me. I am barely keeping it together and everyone knows it. I’m a trainwreck! Why would you–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that you knew he meant. “Why would you have feelings for someone like that?”

The sadness was back in his face. You looked away, unable to bear it. In your periphery, you saw him take a cautious step forward, then pause. When you made no move to run, he eliminated the distance between you, standing directly in front of you. He slowly, gently, carefully brought one hand up to touch your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know all that and I still love you. Because I also know that somehow, despite everything, you are one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You are so kind. And thoughtful. You let everyone see your soft spots, even when all they do is hurt you. You have every reason to be awful or bitter or mean or any of a thousand things. But you aren’t. It’s all of it, it’s all of those things and the ones you said too. All of it together, that’s why I love you. I love you because you’re you.”

You wanted to sob. No one had ever said anything remotely like that to you before. Not anyone in your family, or a single one of your exes. No one had ever cared enough to say any of that. Except for Curtis. He’d always cared, hadn’t he? Since that first day he’d showed up, when you’d been so scared about the possibility of a stalker, he’d taken such care with you. He was the most caring, thoughtful, beautiful person you knew. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. You could see his worry, but also the deep conviction with which he’d just said all that to you. You couldn’t help yourself anymore. You surged forward and you kissed him.

He made a noise of surprise—you didn’t know how he could possibly be surprised after all that—but after just a moment he was kissing you back, bringing both hands up to cradle your head. You were getting your tears all over him, but he didn’t seem to care. He was soft and gentle and passionate. You needed more. You needed all of him.

You took a step back, breaking the kiss. You did what you could to brush the tears off your face. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your head, then tossed it on the floor. You stood in front of him in the lingerie you’d picked out to fuck Lucas Lee of all people and couldn’t understand how you’d ever been able to think about anyone but Curtis. But you did know how when you stopped to think about it. You’d never been able to fathom that you might deserve this man. That he might actually want you.

He stared at you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re–” you braced yourself for what might come next. So hot or fucking sexy. You’d even gotten beautiful once or twice. He only took a second before he finished his sentence “–incredible,” with such awe on his face that you actually felt your knees go weak. You had to look away. He was too much.

He took your face in his hands again and placed a soft, short kiss on your lips. “But would it be ok if we slowed down?” he asked.

You couldn’t keep the disappointment out of your voice. “Why?”

“This is real for me,” he said. “And if we do this, I want it to be real for you too. I want you to be sure. And for now,” he stroked one thumb over your cheekbone, “right now I just want to hold you. Is that alright? If I just hold you tonight?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Sex had always been the best, most important part of any of your relationships. It’d been the biggest thing that any of your previous partners had wanted from you. You weren’t sure you knew how to do it any other way. But he was holding you so gently, looking at you so softly, all you could do was nod.

He kissed you once more. Then stepped back and started to take off his clothes. You made your way to your bed and got in, watching him as he shed his clothes. He really was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Nothing on any movie set you’d ever been on, any party you’d ever been to could compare to him.

Once he was down to just his boxers, he crawled in next to you and pulled you close. Your lips touched his shoulder as you asked, barely audible, “You really love me?”

He kissed your forehead. “Yes,” he whispered. “I really love you.”

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