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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: New Hire

Wordcount: 1,499 (i literally BARELY made it)

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Implied Non/Dubcon, Darkfic, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: first of all, @cocobutterqwueen how dare you. second of all, i hope you enjoy. 😈. i can’t believe you just casually slid through with the prompt of prompts for my Monkey’s Paw challenge 🥴

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone other than myself. Enjoy 😘

“But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Liam crosses his arms petulantly, glaring at you with determined blue eyes. “I want to stay up for dad.”

Ari works late nights, late being an understatement—you know sometimes he doesn’t come home at all. It isn’t unusual for you to finish putting Liam to bed, prepare his lunch, wash his clothes, and go to bed yourself, all without seeing Ari even once.

You’re not sure exactly what it is Ari does, but you do know he comes home late, tired. And sometimes, faintly smelling of gun-smoke. It’s awkward encountering him without Liam, the way he watches you with that easy smile. He’s nice enough you suppose, and God knows you’re thankful for a live-in gig—you don’t really have anywhere else to go.

“I’ll tell you what,” you sit on the edge of his Spider-Man bedspread and lean in with a conspiratorial grin. “I’ll let you watch a movie before bed, and when Dad gets home, I’ll send him your way.”

“Even if I’m asleep?” Liam asks skeptically.

“Even if you’re asleep,” you repeat. “Pinky promise.” Liam wraps his pinky around yours and you shake hands resolutely. “Now what are we watching?”

—

A hand on your shoulder shakes you awake, and you jerk upright with a sharp intake of breath. The familiar scent of Ari’s woodsy aftershave and his distinctly Alpha scent fill your nostrils as you struggle awake.

“Easy, kitten. Just me.” Ari’s low rumble makes you tense further—I just got caught sleeping on the job. “Sorry I missed movie night.” He chuckles, and your cheeks heat as you begin detangling Liam’s limbs from your own. He’s sound asleep, his lashes resting on his chubby cheeks as he snores lightly. Carefully, you slide out of his tiny bed, pointedly avoiding Ari’s gaze.

“He, um, asked for you.” You’ve been here three months and you’re still not comfortable with the weight of Ari’s gaze. You watch him reach down to ruffle Liam’s hair.

“I bet he did.” His voice sounds regretful. “I got…held up. At work.” He cards his fingers through his own hair, you catch a glimpse of the thin gold chain at his throat. “I’ll make it up to him.”

“He just wants to spend time with you,” you blurt out the words as he tugs the blanket up to Liam’s chin, and shuts off the lamp at his bedside. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no. You’re right,” he sighs. “I haven’t been making time for him like I should have.” Being around him makes you feel skittish and nervous; you’re not used to this breed of Alpha—you’d thought they would all be like your father; quick to anger. The house bears no marks of Ari’s frustration, unlike your childhood home. You know how to patch drywall, repair a door torn off it’s hinges—

You know how to hide, how to play dead so that the rampaging, liquor fueled monster living in your father’s skin would pass over you without incident—but those skills aren’t needed here, you find.

You follow him out of Liam’s room into the long hallway, still staring at your feet.

“Um, g-goodnight,” you mumble, before turning quickly on your heel to scamper back to your room—but a warm hand around your wrist stops you.

“Hold on, there, kitten.” He graces you with a smile that makes your chest go tight even as you swallow nervously. “I know when I hired you I said you’d have your weekends to yourself, but I was thinking I would take Liam to the amusement park this weekend, make up a little lost time. Maybe you’d like to come along?”

There’s a note of hopefulness in his voice that you don’t miss.

“I, um, I’m not sure…” You trail off, and look down at your hands. “I wouldn’t want to intrude—”

“How could you intrude, kitten? I’m inviting you,” he says smoothly. “Liam adores you, and it would be my treat.” He winks at you, and it sends an uncomfortable heat to your belly that you hope the scent of the suppressants disguises. There’s an expectant look in his eye, the look of a man who isn’t used to being denied or disobeyed. It’s the same look your father would give you as he ordered you to run down to the store and barter more of your mother’s old jewelry for a bottle of gin.

“Okay. I-I’m sure it’ll be fun.” You say, licking your dry lips. His eyes follow the motion as his smile widens.

“Perfect.”

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Saturday dawns bright and beautiful, and Liam is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. You’ve already told him he might not be able to ride all the rides—being six and all—but it hadn’t dampened his excitement a single bit.

“I wanna go on this one!” he shouts, pointing excitedly at one of the roller-coasters.

“I think it’s too big for you, bud,” Ari says, scanning the park for something more appropriate. “Let’s try this one.” There’s a kiddie-coaster nearby, with seats shaped like dragons, so it isn’t difficult to redirect Liam’s interest. He’s holding both of your hands, swinging them excitedly as you go to get in line. As you approach the front, the machine operator waves you through to the first set of seats.

“And how are you all today?” He asks as he lowers the safety bar. “Family outing?”

“Oh, no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “I’m just um. The nanny.” He fixes you with a charming smile that makes your face go hot, and winks.

“Well, I hope you all have fun. You especially.” He slides his hands over yours, and you feel something like paper pushed between your knuckles.

“I think there are some folks behind us who need their bars lowered,” he says flatly. “Maybe you should see to them.” You peek at the paper he’d pressed into your hands—a phone number. You shove it quickly into your pocket so as not to litter, though you have no intention of calling. You don’t notice the way Ari’s hands tighten on the safety bar, the way his full lips press into a tight line as his eyes go hard.

You spend the day at the park, and though you aren’t particularly coordinated, you do manage to win a few prizes, which you promptly give to Liam. He’s exhausted by dusk, resting his head sleepily on Ari’s shoulder as the three of you head into the parking lot.

You’re grateful for Ari’s silence on the ride home, but you can’t escape the feeling that something’s wrong, like electricity in the air before a storm. You play with the hem of your skirt as you follow them inside, careful to lock the door behind you. You trail behind him as he heads for Liam’s room, your own just a few doors beyond it.

“Can we speak privately in my office?” Ari says over his shoulder, and your stomach drops. “You can wait for me there.”

You pick at your cuticles as you wait for Ari to put Liam down for the evening, poring over every moment of the day as you try to determine what you’d done, where you’d gone wrong.

“Let’s talk, kitten.” Ari’s low voice startles you, and you jump. “In here.” He opens the door, brushing by you as he crosses the room to his desk. “Sit, down, sweetheart.”

You do, stiffly, your hands clasped tightly in your lap.

“I just want to go over some… contractual things. Make sure we’re crystal clear. Sound good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Wonderful.” He opens a drawer, and produces a signed copy of your contract from it, setting it down on the desk with a sigh. “Now. I know we spoke about limitations when I hired you, didn’t we?” You don’t know where he’s going with this—so you nod. You vaguely remember him outlining the terms of your employment, but limitations… that doesn’t sound familiar.

“No second jobs, no long trips during the school year—I don’t want anything detracting from your time with Liam.”

“Y-yes, o-of course, I remember that—”

“Then why are you playing games, sweetheart?” He asks, raising a single brow at you.

“Games?”

“Don’t play coy, kitten, it doesn’t suit you,” he snaps, his eyes hard. “The Beta. At the park.”

“I-I don’t even know him,” you stammer. “Mr. Levinson—”

“You’re not going to walk away,” he snarls, slamming his hands on the desk. “Not from me, Omega.” Ari takes a deep breath, gathering himself. “Come here.” Your suppressants should have weakened the strength of the Alpha command, but they don’t, and you find yourself jerkily moving towards him. Ari’s large hands wrap around your hips, and he forces you down onto the table. “Spread your legs.”

You whimper as you do. “Mr. Levinson, please, I don’t understand!”

“Oh kitten,” he purrs as he drags his fingers up your clothed slit. “You really should read the fine print.”

fin

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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Girl i neeeed a snippet from clear a bitch chris evans x reader 🤣🤣 with a title like thaaaat 👀

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

It’s not edited, so please excuse any mistakes.

Snippet: “Clear a Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black!Reader

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

If it happens again I’m going to cause a scene in this bitch, Christopher.

“I love how you’ve touched up the beard. It always looks so soft and silky.”

Did this bitch just tug and run her fingers through MY husband’s facial hair?!

Leaning in closer she boldly sniffs him and all but moans. You started to open your mouth to let this bitch have it, but decided against it. Chris had given you a gentle squeeze on the hip. You knew he was signaling to remain calm. Also to remind you that you were in the middle of the red carpet. No need for you all to make your debut on TMZ. Not over this mad ass bitch.

“Mm, and that aftershave. You smell amazing.”

Chris tensed a bit, looking extremely uncomfortable. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your husband pulled you into him, placing a protective hand on your hip. Knowing your temperament, Chris did his best to diffuse the situation. He attempted to change the subject but was cut off once again. The washed up actress sucked in a breath at the irritated glance he gave her. However, it still wasn’t enough to deter her. She reeked of jealousy. Glancing at the protective grip Chris had on your waist, only pissed her off. The desperate, thirsty woman gave you an irritated glance that quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Y/N what a lovely ensemble that is. I didn’t know Lane Bryant made evening gowns.”

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Chris Evans + Characters masterlist

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut

Titles marked with 🧸 include DDlg/littlespace

Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes

Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!

Chris Evans

Bunny Blues🖤🦋 || tw: noncon

Only For Daddy🦋 || tw: step!cest

Wanting You || bestfriend!Chris

Welcome to Boston || 420!Chris

Boston Cream Pie || breeding!kink

Andy Barber

Ascend to Heaven🖤🦋 || Andy is obsessed with the innocent neighborhood girl until he can no longer supress his lust

Steve Rogers

The War Sector 🖤🦋 ||

The War Sector: Chapter 3 🦋🖤 (Stucky) ||

#chris evans #chris evans smut #cevans #andy barber #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans x black!reader #avengers smut #steve rogers x black!reader

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saturnville · 2 years

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holy matrimony.

pairing: chris evans x reader. requested: yes. for @marvelstarker-mha98 warning: none!

Education was a portal to a world unknown. A motto she lived and breathed by. It was the motivation needed to pull herself out of bed, put on her best outfit, and show up for not only her students, but for herself. To keep the legacy of educators alive.

She was a middle school teacher--8th grade physical science, to be exact. She assumed the desire to be an educator was passed through genetic DNA. Her father held a Ph.D. in literature and taught Shakepearan studies at a local community college while her mother, a doctor, taught at one of the medical schools just twenty minutes outside of her hometown. And similarly, her brother had the intention of becoming a history teacher for high school students. She was born into a family that lived to learn, and she hoped to pour that same love of knowledge into her students.

The start to her day wasn’t sunshine and rainbows as it typically had been. No, her morning was a whirlwind. The dryer ate her favorite pair of socks, she ran out of coffee pods for her coffee machine, her hair refused to cooperate, and her outfit didn’t present itself in the way she pictured. She was left to wear a simple dress with sandals, to put her hair in a ponytail, and to visit the nearest coffee shop on her way to school.

She trudged through the double doors of the school. Her smile wavered as she greeted fellow faculty, staff, and students. She made it to her classroom, her safe space, within five minutes. Open flew the door as she pushed it with heavy hands.

It was quiet and the sun shone through the curtains she hung up. The earthly decor around her brought peace and calmed her nerves. She walked to her desk, where she dropped her belongings at her desk and sat in her newly purchased rolling chair.

Soft hums came from her as she prepared to organize her space. She had an hour until the students came to class, which gave her the opportunity to collect her mind and aura before they arrived. As she began to mess around her desk, she noticed a small notecard next to a box of chocolates and a small bear in the corner.

Curiously, she gently took the card into her hands and read it softly to herself, “Happy Monday, my love. I hope today is a great day, full of smiles and full of joy. Love, CE.”

A smile pulled at her lips and suddenly the stress she felt began to alleviate. Her boyfriend of a year, Chris, was the definition of the man of her dreams. Everything that she could have asked for, wrapped into a teddy bear of a man whom she loved. They had a traditional relationship and it worked for them. He honored, valued, and respected her from the depths of his being.

She reread the letter and caresses the bear until the bell rang and the footsteps of students flooded the halls. She shook off her nerves and opened her classroom door, where she was greeted with smiling children, each holding a white rose in their hands.

“Good morning, kiddos. What’s up with the flowers, did you guys hang out outside before class?” she asked. She was met with giggles and hushed laughs. She raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room in confusion.

“What’s going on, honies? What’re you guys hiding? You’re so silly!”

“We have a surprise for you, Miss Jones!”

She placed her hand on her chest and smild gleefully. “What is it?” The students instructed her to sit down at her desk. She obeyed their instruction, and one by one, the children walked to her and gave her a flower. By the time the last chld came up to her, she had twenty five roses in her possession.

Her cheeks hurt from the joyful smile that played on her lips. It only grew wider when a familar presence entered the room. “Hi, sweetheart.” Chris. With those twinkling blue eyes and jaw-dropping smile. His hands were crossed behind his back as he shuffled into the room.

“Heard you weren’t having the best week, and well, I don’t like seeing you like this, and neither do the kiddos…so I asked them to help me out, right?”

A chorus of yesses filled the room. She laughed softly and dug her nose into her flowers.

“They told me that they love their Miss Jones because she’s the best person ever. Loving, kind, gentle, patient. And I couldn’t agree more,” Chris made his way to her chair and took her left hand into his. “Because of you, I’ve had the best year of my life. A year of love, growth, enew experiences, and you have made a better man, in so many ways. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and so, I want to ask, will you marry me?”

Her dream ring shone in front of her brighter than stars in the sky. It was quaint, just as she liked it. But boy, did it sparkle. Behind him, her students encouraged her to say yes until their voices scratched and no more sound could come out.

Through tears, she said, “A thousand times yes.”

Chris grinned and slid the ring onto her finger. She was engulfed in a hug that knocked her off her feet. For a few moments, she forgot where she was. Until she felt a tug on her clothes.

“Does this mean we can come to the wedding?”

She nodded and welcomed in her students into their hug, “Absolutely.”

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ughdontbeboring · 2 years

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yall…what the fuck is Christopher Robert Jamal Evans doing! I mean that thang is hanging!

his pants are literally stugglingggg struggling to hold that dick up 🥹 if i dont get that dick in my mouf sooooooon

literally a crime to humanity that you havent shared that thang with me 🤷🏽‍♀️

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cevans-seb · 1 year

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Finally came around to completing a Masterlist for this blog! I know I haven’t written much but after completing The Sex Lives of College Girls, I delved into this deep dive of writing about a frat! boy’s series. It is going to include a bunch of characters and I will also sporadically post one shot’s while working on this series. As for the Hot High, I am still working on that and is almost done with chapter 2.

Frat Boy’s series

Welcome to Coral Coast University, a prestigious school filled with illustrious students and elitism oozing off them like molten lava. The classes are tedious, dorms are illustrated in magazines, and the parties are legendary-well all thanks to Alpha Phi. Alpha Phi’s reputation in community service, along with being model students aided them to further their organization, but what lies beneath their good guy exterior ... well these women are about to find out.

Frat Boy Andy x Senator’s Daughter reader

Poli-Sci prominent Andy Barber embarks on his new journey of navigating coursework and maintaining stability within his frat house, but what happens when Senator Griven’s daughter enrolls at Coral Coast University, granting Andy an opportunity to impress him? It is his dream after all to become DA, and what better way than to date Y/N?

Frat Boy Ransom x Reader

Born with a golden spoon wedged in his mouth, Ransom has never worked a day in his life, but after being caught with illicit drugs on campus, he now has to complete community service or get expelled, and that's when he meets Y/N. She knocks him down a peg whenever she opens her mouth, much to his dismay, and she does it all with a bright smile.

Frat Bucky x pledge Reader

Frat Steve x small town Reader

Frat Boy Ari x Inexperience Reader

Frat Boy Johnny x shy reader

Frat President Lloyd x Intern Reader

Drabbles

Bucky FWB’S 1 2 3(Ending)

Bucky catches you with your toy

Bucky angst

One shot

Started with Coffee

Runaway Groom

Series

Hot High

Feral Boys

#cevans #sebastian stan x reader #steve rodgers x reader #chris evans x black reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #steve rodgers imagine

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a-moment-captured · 1 year

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Cue the internet meltdown and panties dripping due to Chris Evans having the audacity to show up to his NYC Ghosted premiere.

#Chris evans #christopher robert evans #Chris #evans #ghosted 💬#ghosted #cevans #evansedit #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x black reader

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: Exhibit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Kink Prompt: Exhibit [Exhibitionism]

Word Count: 2,000

Summary: You attend a party in your roommate’s stead.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Public Sex, Masquerade, Exhibitionism, Nonconsensual Drug use, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number three, and the end of week one of my kinktober celebration! i sincerely hope you all enjoyed the first three installments! thank you all so much for reading. mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

Your palms are sweating underneath your evening gloves as you make your way down the marble staircase. Everyone is looking at you. You can’t see their eyes through the masks, of course, but the sea of porcelain faces turned in your direction lets you feel the weight of their gazes anyway. Your own is tied securely beneath the carefully coiffed mess of curls at the nape of your neck, and you resist the urge to check Emily’s tie-job as you descend the staircase.

“What if they notice that I’m, you know, not you?” You’d asked as she’d tied the black satin straps behind your head. “This isn’t a frat party, it’s like. An event.” Your roommate rolled her eyes in the mirror as she continued fussing over you, dusting lint from the front of your gown.

“No one’s going to care,” she’d nodded appreciatively at her handiwork. “Besides, everyone’s wearing masks anyway.”

You feel ungainly in the heels Emily picked out, but you manage to make it to the landing without falling on your face or tripping over the train of your dress. Now that you’re at the bottom, part of the roiling mass of bodies instead of above it, you don’t feel quite as watched, and you let your shoulders sag with relief.

How long did Emily say this thing was? Three hours? You’re a stranger to the rituals of the wealthy, so you stand there awkwardly, clinging to the bannister. You don’t know anyone, either. The most Emily had told you about this weird little shindig was that it was once every few years, and that the absolute most important people in the city showed up.

“And why am I going?” You’d asked, fiddling with your ornate swan mask.

“You’re my proxy, silly!” She’d smiled warmly at you. “So like, if you can’t go, you can, like, have someone go represent the family. Like a stand in.”

“And it’s important that you be there because…?”

“The Swan’s like. Really important. There’s this whole boring story they tell about it, but I don’t really remember.” She waved her hand at you dismissively. “Anyway, you look great.”

“Is it heavy?” A man in a crow mask stands in front of you, his head inclined in question.

“W-what?”

“The bannister. Or are you not holding it up?” He asks, grinning at you. You straighten up self-consciously.

“I, um.” You clear your throat. “N-no.”

“That was a joke, sweetheart.” He extends his hand. “Emily, right? I’m Lloyd.” He points at his mask. “Crow.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m. I’m her fr—roommate. Stand-in. God.” You glance up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

“Ah.” He licks his lips and nods. “New blood, then.”

“I guess so.”

He circles around to your right, looping his smoothly beneath yours. “You should dance with me.” He’s staring at you hard underneath the black porcelain of his mask, you just know it, and your skin prickles. You’ve always had a hard time telling people no—that’s how you’d ended up here in the first place. “Come on, it’s a party. You should dance.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand.

“O-okay.” You allow him to tug you out into the crowd after casting a look back at the bannister. You can’t stay there for three hours, and you suppose having someone to talk to is better than staying in silence. Lloyd snags two flutes of champagne off of a passing server, and hands it to you.

“I didn’t get your name, sweetheart.” He says, tipping the glass up to your lips. You take a clumsy sip, and the bubbles tickle your nose. You tell him, and he repeats it. You don’t like the way your name sounds on his lips, drippy and smooth like honey. “Mm. I like it.”

“T-thanks.” You drain the rest of the flute, and the alcohol settles warmly in your empty stomach. You turn to set the glass on one of the tall tables with the other abandoned cups, and when you turn back, Lloyd has another two full glasses of champagne. You take it from him, knocking that one back too.

“How much did Emily tell you about our…get-together, duckling?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink. You grimace at the nickname, but Lloyd doesn’t apologize. He reminds you uncomfortably of Emily—the same bored sort of entitlement that took you months to work around in your roommate radiates from Lloyd.

“Not much. She just said it was a party her parents wanted her to go to.”

“Mmm.” He hums, stepping closer. Lloyd slides his hand around your waist. You want to tell him no, to push his arm away, but you also don’t want to make a scene. You compromise by leaning as far away from him as you can manage. If Lloyd notices your distaste, he doesn’t say anything about it. “That’s certainly part of it.” He inclines his head towards the dance floor, and continues talking. There’s no space for you to edge in a word, tell him you’re all left feet and elbows before he’s positioning your stiff arms properly.

“Like this, duckling.”

“Don’t call—”

“You’re right. You’re a swan.” His voice is mocking. “The swan’s important, you know.” He spins you, and you land against him dizzily with one hand on his chest. “Very important.”

“W-what?” You feel… strange. Your mouth is dry and your thoughts feel like car wheels spinning in mud.

“Oh yes,” Lloyd’s full lips curl into a handsome—but cruel—smile. “Beauty, youth, rebirth, blah, blah, blah. A bunch of bullshit to justify a wild party, which, if you ask me, doesn’t really need any justification.”

“Wild?” You don’t know what Lloyd means by wild, it looks fairly tame to you. You glance around the room, but your vision swims a little, and you stumble. Lloyd chuckles.

“Those drinks’ll creep up on you, Sweetheart.” He spins you again, and you let out a huff, trying not to fall over. This time, when you fall against his chest, he holds you there. “You really ought to be a little more skeptical about your friends, duckling.” He grasps your chin, turning your head a little. You grit your teeth at his familiarity, but it’s hard to fight his iron grip. After a brief struggle, you look in the direction Lloyd wants you to, and your eyes bulge in their sockets.

There are people dancing, milling about, but up against the wall, there’s a woman. Her gown is rucked up around her hips, held there by her masked companion. Another woman, who’s gloved hand is moving steadily beneath the fabric. You gasp, and Lloyd lets go.

“They’re starting early,” he hums, and you swallow dryly as you whip your head around. Suddenly, you’re seeing people all over the crowd… indulging, and no one was… saying anything. Even as you watched, a man reached down the front of his slacks, pulling out his half hard cock, while his dance partner dropped to her knees and greedily licked at the tip.

Panic swirls in your veins. “I-I need to go,” you mumble, your tongue feeling like thick cotton in your mouth. “Home, I n-need to go…” The words are clumsy in your mouth. Lloyd strokes your chin with one finger, and then taps it against the porcelain nose of your mask.

“No, duckling. I think you’ll stay here, with me tonight.” Your head spins. He fingers delicate, feathered wing motif on the spaghetti straps of your dress. “You know, when they described Emily to me, I wasn’t too keen on playing the Crow to her Swan.” He pushes the strap from your elbow, and you reel backwards—or, at least, you try to, your body moving clumsily. Lloyd’s hands are so big, and he wraps one easily around your forearm, pulling you back.

“But seeing you, you know you’ve got me rethinking.”

“S-stop, I—” He pushes down the other strap, and you try to hold up the gathered fabric at the front of your dress with one hand. “Lloyd, stop!” Your shrill voice turns a few heads, but no one moves to help you. He doesn’t stop, his fingers dancing up your bare arm to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I was promised a Swan tonight, duckling,” he breathes the words out against your trembling lips. “Normally I’m not one for keeping a promise, but you know what they say. A deal’s a deal.” He cups your breast—you couldn’t wear a bra with the plunging neckline of Emily’s borrowed dress—and you whine. Lloyd hums low in his throat with approval, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You hate the hum that sings through your blood at his touch, the unwanted thrill of being seen, even as the party around you devolves into depravity. His mouth works against yours hungrily, sucking and pulling on your lips until they’re swollen.

Your flesh dimples at the cool air, legs wobbling dangerously when Lloyd pulls away to remove his jacket. You feel feverishly sensitive, your nipples suddenly aching from rubbing against the fabric of your dress. It’s like that all over, wherever your hot, prickling skin touches the shimmering silk. It’s hateful, the way you whimper with relief when Lloyd’s fingers make quick work of the dainty pearl buttons, and the whisper of the fabric is deafening in your ears as it slides to the polished floor. Dimly, you’re aware of Lloyd’s low hum of appreciation.

People are looking, you can feel the uncomfortable heat of their gazes resting on your bare skin as you try to cover yourself with stiff, clumsy hands. One of them, a man in a rat mask, reaches forward to touch you, but Lloyd yanks you back against his chest, snarling.

“Hands off, asshole,” he snaps, grinding his cock against the soft curve of your ass. “No touching.” Even as he reprimands the other man, Lloyd kicks your legs further apart to slide his fingers through your slick folds. God help you, it feels good when he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger. The pleasure rockets through you like electricity and you pant. Lloyd’s teeth pull at the soft lobe of your ear, and you arch your back, pressing against him desperately. He chuckles.

“Look, duckling,” he murmurs, reaching down between your bodies to slide his cock between your asscheeks. “They all want to watch me split this tight little pussy open, isn’t that nice?” The tip of his cock presses wetly against the puckered ring of your ass and you whine. He laughs again, the sound low and almost hypnotic in your ears. “Don’t worry duckie. Next time I’ll try your pretty asshole.” If there were more than fleeting thoughts in your head, if you were capable of doing anything more than whining like a needy animal at his touch; you would say that there would be no next time, that if you ever saw Lloyd again, it would be from the other side of a jail cell—

But your head is empty, save for the burning in your veins that only the push of his thick, leaking head against your slick cunt can assuage. Your mouth falls open as he begins to push inside, words becoming an unintelligible gurgle in the back of your throat as you stare sightlessly at the distant domed ceiling. Lloyd curses, his fingers digging into your bare hips as he seats himself inside.

Perhaps it’s the delicious way he stretches you open, or the press of his thumb against your clit, but you cum with a pathetic mewl, squeezing and sucking at his cock as you tremble. The feathers of his crow mask tickle against the side of your throat as he laves at your pulse.

“Look at you, duckling,” he grunts as he pulls out a little, only to slam back inside, making stars dance in your blurry vision. “Star of the show.”

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morallyinept · 8 months

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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Jealousy - @naughtyneganjdm

Little Black Dress - @hellishjoel Bartender!Joel

All Things Go - @fhatbhabie PlusSizeLatina!Reader

Rock Me To Sleep - @randofantfic

A Savage Place Series - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Dom x Sub Dynamic

No Strings Attached - @dustydaddyyy

Bad Blood Series - @jrrmint Raider!Joel

The Insemination - @megangovier20 Doc!Joel

Somebody To Heal, Somebody to Hold - @bearsbeetsbeskar Dispensary!Joel

Joyride - @strang3lov3

Silk & Sweat Series - @hexidous

Joel Miller: Attorney At Law - @chloeangelic ShadyLawyer!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @chloeangelic More Joel to enjoy!

One More Day Series - @cevans-is-classic

Cowboy Like Me Series - @macfrog DBF!Joel

Code Red Series DBF!Joel, Call Your Bluff & Joel Masterlist - @chaotic-mystery

Imbibe Series - @sin-djarin Mixologist!Joel

The Voicemail - @elvinaa

All You Wanna Do & The Wound Won't Close - @atticrissfinch Dark!Joel

The Wrong Way Series - @romana-after-dark Dark Raider!Joel Featuring Dark Raider!Tommy

Crimson Red Paint On My Lips, Me & The Devil & Marked Me Like A Bloodstain - @pr0ximamidnight Dark MeanSmuggler!Joel

You Can't Trust Anyone These Days - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Dark!Joel Featuring Tess & Raider Group

With Pleasured Hands, Can't Nobody Love You Featuring Tommy Miller & Only Teasing - @magpiepills

I'm The One To Beat - @missredherring Slasher!Joel

Keeping Warm & Can't Take It - @randofantfic

Fate, After All Series - @mandoisapunk

Starving Faithful - @tulipsbymybed Priest!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @ozarkthedog

Close Your Eyes, Pay The Price For Your Paradise - @ozarkthedog Dark!Joel

Sweet Peach Series - @elvinaa BFD!Cowboy Joel

But I'm A Creep - @elvinaa PervyNeighbour!Joel

Confession - @elvinaa Priest!Joel

Dom Pérignon - @jrrmint DBF!Joel

Yes, Father Series - @chloeangelic Priest!Joel

Dirty Cage - @sin-djarin

A Little Discipline - @walkintotheriveranddisappear DarkStepdad!Joel

Closer Series & Pretty Little Wife Series - @beardedjoel

Jet & Ghost - @macfrog

Love's Gonna Get You Killed - @pascalisbaby

Sins Of My Father Series - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin DBF!Joel

Short Days, Long Nights Series - @frannyzooey

Smut Celebration: Joel & Smut Celebration Joel 2 - @thetriumphantpanda

The Red - @prettykoolkat PlusSize!Reader

Grown Woman - @chloeangelic DBF!Joel

For I Have Sinned - @xanqels DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel

Blackmail - @milla-frenchy Featuring Javier Peña

Dancing With The Devil - @jenispunk DBF!Joel

Blush - @softlyspector

#pedro pascal characters #fic recs #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller tlou #joel miller x tess #joel x tess #joel miller x reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #joel miller angst #pedro pascal #pedro pascal universe

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Red: A Stranger Things SMAU

Paring: Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: Y/N Mayfield likes her life, she has good friends, an amazing sister (a not so amazing step brother), and an intense love for music. The only thing missing in her life is a love life, but that could all change soon.

Author’s Note: I had a randomizer do the laundry list of faves hahaha ngl really craving ice cream right now.

Part Fourteen

Tag list:

@forsaken-letters , @ali-r3n , @galaxiasy , @mrs-billyrussooo , @shenevertricks1831 , @ems-alexandra , @thatlonelypieceoftoast , @quartz-queer , @lediskogirl, @bratckerman , @mn2222222 , @teenage0jealousy , @trashmouth-munson-things , @eddiesbirdie , @mimischaos , @fangirling-4-ever , @theloveablesociopath , @inej-twilight-ghafa , @streamafterlaughter , @livslifeonline , @grungegrrrl , @mente-sindescanso , @youcanstandundermyamberella , @celestair , @plantfey , @yeswhatever33 , @efvyqrs , @cherrycolas-things , @guilty-gay , @soclover3000 , @levylovegood , @pistachoz , @lily-sinclair-2006 , @goldenharrysworld , @mvnsons-slvt , @pinkdaiisies , @riddles-diary , @error-home-not-found , @clincallyonline17 , @sweetpeapod , @cevans-winchester , @hopingforromanoff , @nativity-in-black , @esoltis280 , @coltonthekanima

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Since requests are open, could I ask for a Chris x reader drabble where the reader is post pregnancy and Chris is going feral over her enhanced curves? Like, if she was thicc before it's even better now 😏

I love you writing, and I hope you're having a great day!

SURPRISE!!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Words: 1.9k+

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, RPF, Explicit language, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal sex, Fingering, talks about body image, creampie, a smidge of daddy kink.

A/N: I loved doing this request! It’s been a minute since I’ve done an RPF and I really do love them! A feral Chris for his girl is my jam and I hope you like this drabble non non! Like, reblog, & comment ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Paris… The city of love as it’s called. The same city that your husband had to work in and also the same place that you were in as you stroll with baby in tow and suitcase in your other grip. Anticipation buzzing since you left the states and even better that he didn’t even know you or his precious girl was coming. You set up everything with Scott and the filming crew getting the okay to do what you needed.

Things were a little bit overwhelming and you could tell through the many facetime calls that he was on edge and even tired. He would try and keep a smile on his face the moment he saw your two faces but when he was just alone with you, the doubts and anxiety hit him from left and right. You knew you had to do something and it was time to get your husband out of the funk and some well-needed relaxation.

Packing had been an entire bitch and a half because, well you were still carrying your baby weight and nothing looked good on you. Chris on the other hand wouldn’t have cared if you wore a potato sack. You were always beautiful to him inside and out but once you became pregnant and birthed his daughter, your body filled out more and those 6 weeks without you was a sad time for Chris. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you at all. Squeezing those love handles that you hated but he loved.

And your ass… Chris didn’t know how juicier it had gotten with you being nothing but belly the whole entire 9 months. But one day you decided to wear some leggings to be comfortable and made him have to cut his zoom meeting short. That caused you to be bent over the nearest couch and stars in your eyes the entire time. Thank god your precious angel was sound asleep because the obscene sounds he had you make would have the neighbors -- if you had any calling the cops to your shared home.

So here you were standing outside of his shared hotel room with Scott, bouncing a very sleepy Eliana on your hip. A long flight from Boston will do that to a baby and she was ready to lay it down unlike you. The knock was loud enough for Scott to hear as he opened the door and made grabby hands to his niece.

“Come here, my precious angel! Uncle missed you so much. Sis! He’s gonna be so happy to see you two,” he says while enveloping you in a hug filled with nothing but love.

You hand over your cranky baby to her uncle, closing the door taking in the fancy room that housed two grown children. From the many pranks that these two pulled on each other, they would always send the videos to you which made you miss him even more. Settling into the room, you place your suitcase by the door as Scott gives you a mischievous grin.

Looking over at him, you know he’s up to something, “Wanna prank your husband for old time’s sake?” Scott wiggles his brow knowing you can never pass up the chance to scare this man half to death. So with a solid plan in tow, Scott goes to the other room with Eliana to wait for the big reveal.

Chris let know Scott he was on his way up. Something about ordering pizza when he got up to the room. You’re waiting safely behind the door, phone in hand as you hear the clicking of the lock and the door opening slowly.

“Hey Scott? I’m he-”

“CHRIS!!!”

“Holy fuc-! Wait? Sweethaht is that you?” His eyes squinting to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

With a slow pull of your finger, you pull your mask down, showing a beaming smile and nodding, “Hi baby!,” you squeal as he pulls you into his arms and picks you up spinning you around.

“What… How…” his eyes showing excitement and disbelief. One thing he couldn’t hide was how much he missed you. The woman that caught him off guard the second he laid eyes on you. He still couldn’t believe you actually decided to marry him let alone want kids with him. Contrary to belief but he never had that much luck with women and then he met you. The one who took all of him and called him out on his shit whenever you needed to.

The first time you did it, Chris didn’t know if he wanted to fuck you or tell you he was in love with you. But that day was the day that Chris could hear the wedding bells and they still haven’t stopped in his head. Now the woman with his last name was in front of him and… in that dress. He’s seen you in dresses before but now that you were still post Eliana, his love for your body grew and made him into a freaking animal.

He put you down to get a better look at you, his eyes darkening quickly when he gave you a once over. “Honey…” he stalked over to you making your back hit the wall. You could tell just by his look and lowered tone alone what he was thinking.

You tried to protest, wanting him to see Ellie first, “Baby wait,” you say pressing your hands to his chest. But your husband was too far gone to hear anything you had to say. He took both hands raising them up, pinning your arms to the wall. His other drops to your hips, squeezing firmly as you let out a soft groan.

Chris couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving the reactions you gave him when his hands touched any part of you, “Denying daddy are you honey?” you shake your head no, causing a deep chuckle to rise from his chest, “Then give me what I want. Fahking missed the hell outta you,” you make a small noise before he dropped your hands. Gripping the backs of your thighs as he lifted your up against the hard surface.

His hands bunched up the fabric of your dress, showing off your entire lower half, thighs glistening with your slick. That caught his attention the minute the growl slipped his lips, “Who’s this for baby?” he says gliding his thick fingers against your wet skin, bringing them to his lips to suck your wetness off.

Your eyes watch as Chris savors your taste, moaning around softly, “Um.. Y-you baby…” stuttering your words and feeling the heat in his stare as he gets finished with feasting on your juices.

“My beautiful wife… always so,” he pauses pulling your panties to the side and sinking his fingers in your weeping hole, causing a moan to escape your lips, “wet for me. I’m so lucky” he says finding your spot and curling his digits at the spongy spot.

Your body arches into him as he pushes and pulls his fingers from your wet channel, hearing the loud squelching of your creaminess coating them. “Baby…” you say breathlessly, feeling him pick up the pace, “Need you daddy please,” biting on your lip, not wanting to be so loud.

Chris could pick up on your soft voice, pressing you flush against the wall, “What as that sweethaht? I didn’t hear that?” he mutters against your lips, bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing in circles, “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me. Show daddy how much you missed him,” your hips roll against his fingers, fucking yourself on them the minute your hear his command.

You grasp onto his neck, bouncing up and down as Chris praises you feeling your walls clench and flutter around him. Your eyes shut tightly as your orgasm is on its brink, feeling the coil wind tighter and tighter until Chris pulls his fingers from you causing a loud whine from your mouth.

Before you could protest again, Chris sinks into you, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing against your skin, “Fahhhk baby,” he whispers breathlessly, seating himself inside you and not moving. Your body wanted him to move, but you knew he needed this as much you did, feeling his lips trail up and down your neck. You buck up against him whining in his ear, his hands grasping your thighs for leverage as he thrusts up into you, knocking the breath from you.

You both missed this. His primal nature only became worse once you birthed his child and he loved everything about you. Which is why right now he was pounding you against the wall of his hotel room, pulling sounds from you in the way only he could. He ruined you for all men early in your relationship and he continued to do it over and over again.

The way you were dripping and creaming on his dick was sending him to a high that only you could give him, “My pretty wife wants to cum?” he asks between snapping his hips.

You belt out a loud, “Yes! Please daddy please!” gripping onto him tighter, pulling him to you closer as your walls start to milk him.

Chris could have came then and there but, ‘Happy wife, happy life’ was a motto he took seriously and he wasn’t the type to finish until you did. With vigor, he dropped one hand down, circling your pulsing clit with his fingers, heat creeping up your spine as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You push your arms up his shirt, dragging your nails down his back, feeling the new ink on his skin. Chris slammed into you, quickening the circles on your bundle of nerves, pressing his lips to your ear, “Go on baby… cum… soak my cock like my good little slut,” that did it. With his command, the pressure in your tummy snapped and the sudden gush between your legs happened at the same time.

Your walls milked and sucked Chris right at the moment your orgasm came crashing down, him no longer being able to hold his resolve as he held you tighter, giving a few shallow thrusts before painting your walls with his milky seed, letting out a desperate groan, feeling his cock twitch as he emptied inside you.

He held your body up as his breathing slowed, raising his head to look at the soft smile plastered across your face, “Hi honey,” he says faintly, pressing his lips to yours, licking into your mouth, humming contently.

You pull away slightly, giggling against his lips, “Hi baby,” giving him a quick soft peck.

Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of you, quickly pulling the fabric of your panties back to the correct spot. He had a thing for you walking around with him dripping out of you. You stumble a bit, your legs still wobbly as your look at him scanning the room.

His eyebrows furrow for a second, looking over at you, “Babe… How’d you get in here?” With the sheer realization, you’re reminded that Scott was in the other room with Ellie.

“Oh shit… Well there’s another surprise and we may have just scarred Scott…”

“What? Where’s Scott?

Before you could answer, the door to the other room opened and a disheveled Scott came out with a sleeping Ellie, “If she wasn’t sleeping I swear I’d throw up right now…”

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