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Kinktober Day One - Massage (Ari Levison x Reader)

I am a little behind on posting for Kinktober, but here is day one. I’ll have day 2 and 3 posted between today and tomorrow. Please refer to my last post of my Kinktober list. It has all 31 prompts in no particular order! I hope you all enjoy!

The Red Sea Diving Resort in Sudan wasnt how you were planning on spending your vacation, but after missing your connecting flights, your friends booked your week-long stay there in an attempt to save the vacation. Though the ocean views and swims are stunning, you can't ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Seeing your unease, your friend books you for a massage, which gets more personal than expected. (Slightly long, mild dual POV [Ari is third person POV, reader first person POV], mild Dark!Ari Levison. Strong Non-Con / Dub-con. Non-consensual drugging. Oral sex, P in V sex. Mild praise kink. Short curvy reader[not really a warning but height and curves are mentioned so I want to give you a heads up] 18+ Minors DNI)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS POSTED, READ AT OWN RISK.

Since the day you arrived at the run-down ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’ you have been uneasy. No matter what, you cant shake the feeling of being watched. Its almost CONSTANT. In your room, on the beach, in the dining hall, even in your shower. In fact, the only place you didn't feel like you were being watched was under the ocean during a dive. Which is exactly why you had been taking the dive excursion any time one was available.

“How are you going on another dive? We have been here four days and you have already done six!” Your friend, Alyssa, exclaimed from where she was leaning back in the sand, sunbathing on her towel.

“I've only done two scuba dives. The rest were wall freediving.” You responded with a shrug of your shoulders. Even now, the hairs on the back of your neck were tingling, yet your quick looks around the beach couldn't spot anyone watching you.

“You know you aren't actually a fish right? You can spend some time on land.” She joked with a smile.

“You know I have always preferred the ocean over the land.” You respond.

“If you keep up diving all the time, you won't be able to walk by the time our vacation is over.” Alyssa pointed out.

“Walking is overrated anyways.” You joke back.

“Actually, its an essential part of life. And to make sure you don't lose your ability to walk, I scheduled a massage for you!” She squealed, excited to share the surprise. You inwardly groaned.

“Why would you do that? And for when?” You ask. You weren't big on having a stranger rub up and down your body. Especially not somewhere that you felt so uneasy.

“Because you need a break. And for tonight at 6! The rest of us are getting them throughout the day! Jolene is in there now.” Alyssa said. “And, since it's my birthday present to you, you can't say no!”

“This entire trip is your birthday present to me. You don't have to get me extras on top of that.” You pointed out. Alyssa laughed in response.

“Technically, it's part of the trip. Now, go finish swimming with the fishes and living your best mermaid dreams, that way you can get back here and have a relaxing massage, hopefully by one of the hot ass men that work here.” Alyssa said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and headed to the boat.

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Ari watched you dive back under the water, eyes glued to your butt as it jiggled as you went down. Since you arrived, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off you. You came off the bus laughing, hair blowing in the breeze that blew your overshirt opn and down your arms slightly, giving him a great view of your cleavage coming out the top of your tank top. Your laugh drew him in, but your looks had him hooked. Short, with an hourglass shape that accentuated your boobs and ass. Wide hips, thick thighs. Clearly your body was mostly muscle with a little cushioning on top, and in your shorts, your legs were on display. The sight made him groan slightly. To say you were his type was an understatement.

He watched Haley check in your group. Eight girls on a vacation in Sudan. Risky to say the least, but he was glad someone had the guts, or stupidity, to book your vacation at his resort. He didn't even realize it at first, but found himself unconsciously following you as you made your way to your room. It was nothing obvious, he kept his distance and always seemed to be doing something else, yet he never lost sight of you. A part of him filled with joy when he saw you walk all the way down to the last bungalow. It was slightly secluded from the rest, and you went in alone, your friends each getting their own as well. Yours however, was closest to his quarters, and allowed him a perfect view into your window.

Over the next few days, he found himself watching your every move. He typically only led one or two excursions a week, but here he was, captain of the boat leading his fourth excursion in three days. Everyone was questioning why he was suddenly going out so much, but he just shrugged them off, saying he was bored and needed something to do. Jake was already the tour leader, so he offered to captain the boat. Once all the divers were happily swimming around, Jake came back to the boat, climbing in.

“You know, she is only here for three more days, if you are going to make a move, it needs to be soon.” Jake said, as he shook the water out of his har. Ari looked away from the spot of water you disappeared under and at Jake.

“Excuse me” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jake scoffed.

“Don't try to deny it. You've practically been following her around like a lost puppy.” Jake said with a laugh. Ari glanced back at the water where you were swimming. “Don’t worry, I am sure she hasn't noticed. The guest wouldn't. But to us, the sudden change in routine is obvious.”

“I am not following her.” Ari responded, running his hand through his hair.

“Right. Sure. Not following her at all. Just coincidentally being everywhere she is, every second of the day.” Jake said with a wink, and in response Ari threw one of the nearby snorkels at him, earning a hearty laugh from Jake. “Right well, if you aren't interested in her, I am sure you don't mind me giving her a massage later.”

“We don't offer massages.” Ari said, a look of confusion on his face. Jake responded with a wicked grin.

“We didn't offer massages. Then her friend, the blonde spending daddy’s money, saw the old storage room with massage tables. One thing led to another, and her entire group booked individual massages for $200 a piece. We are practically rolling in money. And let's face it, being able to rub warm oil over each of their bodies is an added perk.” Ari’s smile dropped before turning into a look of fury.

“We aren't here to make a profit Jake.” His eyes narrowed into a glare as he spoke.

“No shit, lighten up. You're just mad about the idea of my hands all over her body. And where else it might lead.” Jake said with a suggestive wink. Ari’s jaw clenched at his words.

“No, I am not. Since you won't be touching her.” Ari replied. Jake’s eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise.

“I wont? Oh, let me guess, another job you coincidentally volunteer for?” Jake laughed, clapping a hand on Ari’s shoulder. “Just think, maybe after you are done loosening her up, she can help loosen you up.” Jake laughed loudly at his own joke, and Ari’s only response was a shove that sent Jake toppling over the side of the boat, back into the water.

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“It was heavenly. I can practically still feel his hands.” Alyssa said with a dreaming sigh.

“If you loved it so much, why don't you take my slot?” You suggested, earning an annoyed look from your friend.

“Everyone knows two massages in a row is pointless. Besides, you need it. I can feel your leg pain from here.” Alyssa joked. “And don't forget to drink water, its better for the massage. Lord knows you're not hydrated enough right now. You really need to drink more water.” You rolled your eyes at her response. She acted like such a mom.

“Fine. Ill go. But only because you insist.” You respond, heading towards your room.

“Right, only because of me and not because of a dreamy, muscle relaxing massage.” She laughed, before going into her room. In your own bungalow, you take a quick shower and change into a loose tank top and shorts, before heading to the massage bungalow. Once you enter, you see the lady from the reception desk laying a cloth on the table.

“Sorry, I am just finishing up. You can strip behind the screen, there is a towel there for you. We use oils, so its recommended to remove everything. Ari already set up some water for you, since your friends mentioned you might be dehydrated. It can have negative effects on the massage. Just lay on the bed face down whenever you are ready, you can cover the essential bits with the towel. Ari will be in momentarily, he is just running a little behind.” She spoke as she moved around the room, lighting all the candles.

“Right, thank you.” You responded, before going behind the screen. You took a few sips of the cucumber water that was there, before stripping. As you wrapped the towel around yourself, you heard her leave. You quickly chugged the rest of the water, before heading to the table. You’d rather get on it before Ari arrived, not wanting to flash him. Once you laid down on the table, you adjusted the small towel the best you could, it barely went from the bottom of your butt to the bottom of your scapulas. No matter how you adjusted it, either your boobs or butt were exposed. Since it was just your side boobs, you opted for coverage on your butt.

The candles had a pleasant smell that filled the room, almost like warm vanilla. The woman had turned a radio on low, pleasant classical music playing gently in the background. It felt like forever before Ari arrived, and you almost fell asleep. Your head turned as you heard the door open. You honestly werent sure who Ari was, but quickly recognized the man who had been leading most of the dives. Instantly, a mild sense of panic filled you. You were already uncomfortable with the idea of the massage, and now that feeling was even worse. It wasn't that he scared you. No, it was that he was the one person that worked at the resort that you found attractive.

He was tall, with dark hair and a beard covering his face. He was strong, with thick muscles on his arms and chest, something you had seen countless times while on the boat tours. It seemed like if he wasn't in the water in a wetsuit, the man was shirtless. Prior to this moment, where he was wearing a loose fitting button up, you were beginning to wonder if he owned shirts at all. He looked over at you with a heart stopping smile.

“Sorry I am late, the last tour finished up later than expected.” He apologized while going over to the table full of what you assumed were massage supplies.

“It's ok, the wait was relaxing.” You replied, before putting your head back in the headhole on the table, silently berating yourself for such a dumb response. Your dumb response, however, earned you a heartly chuckle from Ari.

“Candle lit room with relaxing music and an ocean breeze? It's where I would want to be stuck waiting too.” Though you weren't looking, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Have you ever had a massage before?”

“No.” You were deciding to try and stick with one word answers, as your brain was apparently too dumb to give you intelligent answers. He let out a short hum in response.

“Did you hydrate? It's important for your muscles to have water, it stops them from being sore and achy afterwards.”

“Yea, I drank the water you left.” You responded. Ari glanced over at the empty glass sitting on a table near the dressing screen.

“Hm, good girl.” The words were so low you almost missed them. Almost. But you didn't, you heard them, and those two little words send a warm feeling straight to your core, causing you to tense up. You did not need to get wet from this man giving you a massage. It would be the opposite of relaxing. He noticed your body tensing.

“Relax your muscles. I am going to start with your neck, upper back and arms. Then ill do your lower back, then your legs. We use warm oil, so it might feel weird on your skin at first.” As he finished talking, a warm oil hit your back, causing you to flinch slightly. “Shhh, just relax.” His tone was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but so deep it shook you to the core. It took everything in you to do as he said and relax your muscles.

The room was mostly silent as he worked, save for the soft flow of music. His hands were like magic, spreading the oil across your skin as his hands worked in strong patterns to release the tension from your muscles. You expected the oil to cool down as he moved from one area to the next, but everywhere the oil touched only seemed to get warmer, your skin starting to tingle. Slowly, your entire body relaxed beyond your will as he worked. You steadily grew relaxed, yet tired, your limbs feeling too heavy to move. As he began to work down your back, his fingertips grazed the side of your breasts, earning a soft, involuntary moan from you as your skin broke out in goosebumps. He paused briefly at the sound, admiring the way your skin flushed, before continuing his work. Only this time, something seemed different.

The confident organized strokes of his hands seemed to deviate from any pattern, more often than not touching your breasts, before at one point, openingly fondling the sides for your breasts. You desperately wanted to voice an objection, but the words couldn't seem to process from your brain to your mouth, as the only noise that escaped was another low moan. His hands eventually left your breasts, heading down your back, before massaging right above the curve of your butt. He massaged that area for a while, enjoying the low noises it drew from you.

Your mind was spinning. Everything in you knew this was wrong, and wanted to stop what was happening, but no matter what, you couldn't move or voice your objections. You just laid there, enjoying every second of his hands fondling your body. The towel still covered your ass, allowing some semblance of decency. A part of you figured he would just remove it as he went down, but a small part of your mind felt relief as his hands skipped over the towel, instead moving down your body to your feet. There, he gently applied more of the oil, and began to slowly massage your feet and calves, paying extra attention to the areas that drew little moans from your mouth.

As he made his way up your legs, you couldn't deny the fact that you were drenched between them. Every movement of his hands sent fire to your core, and the constant feeling of heat and tingling from everywhere the oil touched wasn't helping. A ragged breath escaped your lips as his hands massaged your thighs, giving extra attention to the inside of your thighs, as it sent shivers up your spine. As his hands reached the top of your thighs, he removed the towel hiding your butt. A deep moan filled the room, this time from him instead of you. His hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, enough to hurt, before gently massaging the pain away. The same warm oil was generously applied across each cheek, before his hands diligently worked it into your skin. A palm slammed down on your right ass cheek, the smack reverberating throughout the room, followed by a groan.

“Fuck, with an ass like that, who can resist?” He seemed to be talking to himself more than to you as he smacked your other cheek, before gently massaging away the burning sensation his smacks left in each cheek. “Look at you, taking everything I give you with nothing more than a moan. Such a good fucking girl’ He groaned out. One of his hands gripped your hip, lifting it off the table slightly, allowing his other arm to wrap around underneath you. Using that leverage, he easily flipped out over so that you laid on your back. The sudden movement had your world spinning, everything fuzzy as you felt him bend your legs at the knees. Slowly, your vision cleared and you were able to look at him, watching as he slowly drug your body down so that your ass rested that the end of the table, your knees bent and parted as he stood between them.

At some point, he had removed his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to see. His eyes were roving over your body, landing on your breasts. He grabbed the bottle of oil off the table beside you, and slowly applied it up your stomach and then over each breast. As he did, you were able to catch a glimpse of the label that clearly read ‘aphrodisiac oil’. That explained the tingling heat left behind by the oil. He put the bottle back down, before his hands went to your stomach, slowly and sensually massaging it in.

“Everything about you is intoxicating. I knew you'd enjoy this.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes never leaving your body as he worked. “After all, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.” He seemed to smile at his own joke, his eyes flicking up to yours. “Oh, that's right, you can't, can you?” A sinking feeling formed in your gut as he spoke, his words confirming your suspicions. As if he could see the fear in your eyes, he continued “Oh, don't worry darling. Its just a mild sedative. Tasteless in water, and relatively harmless. It just makes you tired enough not to object, without making you fall asleep. After all, I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun.” As he spoke, his hands moved up to your breasts, slowly massaging the outside of them, teasingly avoiding the nipple as your eyes closed and your back ever so slightly arched into his touch.

Your mind was a warzone. Almost every part of you was against this, the voice in your head screaming at him, screaming at you, and just screaming in general. But even that voice couldn't ignore the pleasure rippling through your body at his touch. A pathetic mewling moan escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted over your nipples. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down towards your chest.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me.” He whispered against the skin of your breast, the coarse hair of his beard brushing against the sensitive skin there. You let out a loud strangled gasp as his mouth closed down around your right nipple, suckling it gently as his hips ground against yours, his hard length rubbing against your core, only the coarse material of his shorts separating you. He gently bit your nipple as his hand played with your other breast. He did that for several moments, switching between harsh nips and gentle suckles as he massaged your breast, his other hand absentmindedly stroking up and down your side, sending shivers through your body. The combined sensations were too much for your brain to handle, a loud moan slipping from your lips. Ari smirked in response, before switching breasts, giving your other nipple the same treatment. When he was satisfied with how red and raw your nipples looked, he slowly straightened taking in the sight of you as he did so.

“I havent even fucked you yet, and you already have a fucked out expression on your face.” He said, causing you to close your eyes in shame. “Fuck, nearly your entire body flushed at that.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, almost as if he was proud he could elicit such a response from you. A hand gently stroked your face, coaxing your eyes open. “Don't be ashamed, darling, I love every little reaction you give me.” As he spoke, he slowly lowered himself between your legs, never breaking eye contact as his head leveled out between your thighs. “I am just getting started. And I want to see every. little. reaction.” After each word, he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, alternating between your legs but getting ever closer to your core. A shuddering breath left your lips as his mouth hovered right over your core, his hot breath sending shocks through your body. For a moment, he didn't move, he just watched as your body shook and trembled from the anticipation of what was to happen. Once your eyes left the ceiling and met his, he dove in, giving one long swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the top, being sure to just miss the clit. Something between a gasp and a yell escaped you, earning a smile from him.

“Fuck, you are delicious. Such a good girl.” He muttered the last part before returning his mouth to your pussy, begging to lap and suckle at it like a starved dog. His arms wound around the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and flush with his mouth. His tongue dove inside your clenching hole, and your eyes rolled back as a long moan left your lips. He didn’t stop, instead he made sure to brush his nose against your clit, causing you to jolt from the sensation. He made a pattern of thrusting into you with his tongue, before lazily licking up to your clit, circling it once, before diving back into your hole. The sensation was maddening as your body began to tremble, but never enough to bring you over the edge.

He moved your legs so that they went over his shoulders, and one of his hands went up the side of your body to play with your breast. His mouth went to your clit, sucking it harshly, with an occasional nip. As he did, his other hand went to your core, two thick fingers sliding in at once. The burn was delicious in combination with the feeling of his mouth on your clit and fingers pinching your nipples. He steadily began to pump his fingers in and out, but just before you came, he froze. A groan of frustration left you as your eyes opened, looking down at him. As soon as your eyes met his, his fingers curled, hitting your G-spot as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard. You came so hard your vision went white, a strangled moan left your throat as your entire body trembled around him. His fingers left your body, his tongue taking their places as he let you ride out your high.

As your vision returned, you felt his touch leave you and you heard the rustle of clothing. You looked at him to see him removing his shorts, his erection on full display. A choked noise left you at the sight of him. Not only was he big, he was thick. Thicker than anyone you had seen before. Ari followed your gaze to his cock with a smile.

“Don't worry, I wont have you repay that favor, yet. We do have three more days for that.” As he spoke, he returned to the spot between your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before lifting them, pressing them against your stomach as he put your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the tip of him pressing against your core. He rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your fluids. “No, now, now I give us what we both want.” After he spoke, the tip of him pressed into your core, entering slowly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed himself into you. Your body burned from the stretch, but he was going slow enough that it wasn't truly painful. No, the burn was delicious, setting your skin on fire as he moved. Your eyes closed as he worked himself into you, only to pop back open when a harsh smack fell on your breast.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see every little detail as I fuck you.” His words sent shivers down your spine as your eyes locked with his. As soon as they did, he slammed the rest of himself into you, causing you to yelp. His mouth dropped open, panting heavy breaths as he stared down at you. “Fuck. So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.” The words came out in low pants as he stood there, perfectly still as he rested inside you to the hilt. You were thankful he wasn't moving, giving your body time to adjust to the stretch.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked with a smile, knowing you couldn’t give him an answer. His hands slid up and down your thighs for a moment, before one locked onto your waist and the other moved up your torso towards your breasts. As soon as he started moving, he set up a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you swiftly. His hand rested on your stomach as he moved, his eyes watching your breast bounce with each powerful thrust. His hand made its way up your stomach, past your breasts and to your throat, wrapping around it. He didn't apply pressure, his hand just resting there and using it as leverage to slam your body down towards his as he moved. The hand on your waist crept inwards, fingers playing with your clit as he moved. As soon as his fingers touched your clit, your eyes closed. The hand on your neck disappeared, and a burning sting erupted across your right breast as he smacked it.

“Eyes. On. Me.” Each word was accentuated with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your eyes opened and locked with his. “Good girl. Look at you. Flushed from head to toe. Eyes glazing over. Mouth parted in a never ending string of moans. So. Fucking. Perfect.” His thrusts were getting harder as his left hand returned to your hip, gripping it tight enough to bruise, while his right hand went to your clit, harshly swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Ari leaned forward, folding your body in half as he slid you up the table, just enough for him to climb on it with you, all without him ever leaving your body. Your knees were by your shoulders as his toes pressed against yours, his face merely inches from your own. His thrust became erratic as his face leaned into yours, his lips catching yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. His tongue danced into your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling as you came for a second time. Ari’s mouth swallowed your cries, his thrusts never stopping as he worked right through your orgasm, chasing his own high. With three more harsh thrust, he came, his hot cum painting the inside of your walls. He let out a low deep moan, right into your mouth as he never stopped hissing you. A few lazy thrusts rode out his orgasm before he went still.

He was still inside you when he pulled back from the kiss, his hands on either side of your head, supporting your weight. You hazily looked up at him, exhausted from both the orgasms and the drugs. He stared down at you for a moment, not saying a word. He then slowly pulled out of you, groaning as he did. He got off the table, standing beside you. He took a second to just look you over, appreciating how you looked thoroughly fucked. His eyes met yours again and he smirked.

“It's ok, darling, you can rest. I'll take you back to your room.” As he spoke, he opened a drawer and pulled out a large towel to cover you with. He gently wrapped it around your body, effortlessly maneuvering your limbs as he needed. “We will take a shower, get you cleaned up, and then we can sleep.” He picked you up, carrying you bridal style as he made his way out of the bungalow towards yours. “After all, you will need rest for our excursion tomorrow. A one on one personal tour of the reef, with me. Gotta make the last three days count.” He winked down at you when he finished, and though exhaustion was taking over your body, you knew it was far from over, and it was going to be a very long three days.

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Finished my little practice sheet for Steve, finally! Woohoo!

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Taking the Blame

Summary: The Reader and Andy end up having their first fight at one of Andy’s office parties. But the real question is, who’s right and who’s wrong. Andy Barber x Black!Reader 

*Warnings: Jealous Andy Barber, Apologetic Andy Barber, Confident Reader, Smut, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Cursing, Office Sex, Rough Sex, Pet Names, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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The first real fight you’d ever had with Andy had been entirely unexpected. You had been approximately six months into your relationship. Up until that point everything had been wonderful. He had treated you like a queen at every opportunity, and you had tried to spoil him at every chance you’d gotten as well. He always won. You always tried your best, but Andy Barber was a special kind of beast, in all of the best ways possible. 

Now, you’d only received two additional, eh, spankings from him since the one after your car had been stolen. One for a pretty egregious speeding ticket, and the other for skipping meals. You weren’t sure why, but the one you’d received regarding the whole forgetting to eat business had been worse than the one you’d gotten for the ticket.

Flashback You’d been at his house, nestled together on the couch while you waited for your dinner to arrive. Your bodies intertwined, with his head resting atop yours, which was snuggled up against his chest. 

You’d been trying to find something to watch on Netflix when your stomach had growled. Loudly. “Sorry about that.” You’d mumbled. “Guess I’m a little hungrier than I thought.” 

He’d chuckled. “Aw, it’s okay. Daddy knows he needs to feed his baby.” He’d pressed a kiss to your forehead, just in time for your stomach to rumble yet again. That time you’d giggled too. 

And then you’d screwed up. “Guess that’s what I get for not eating today.” You’d mused, more to yourself than him. Nevertheless, you’d felt him stiffen against you. Surprised, you’d looked up at him in confusion. “Andy, what’s wrong?” 

“What do you mean you didn’t eat today?” He’d looked down at you, his voice gruff. “Uhh…” You’d stammered. 

“Y/N, when was the last time you put something in that little tummy?” You’d looked around nervously at that point, trying to come up with an answer that would appease him. Even if it meant you had to fudge the truth a bit. His grip had tightened on you then. “And don’t you dare think about lying to me, young lady. Because I will know.” 

‘Oh, just bite the bullet and be honest. What’s the worst that could happen?’ You’d thought to yourself. Famous. Last. Words. “Uh, I had a cup of coffee and a boiled egg for breakfast…yesterday morning.” 

He’d pursed his lips and nodded before sitting up with you in his arms. “So you’re telling me that you haven’t eaten anything other than a miserable little boiled egg since yesterday morning? Is that right? Okay.” He’d pulled out his phone to check on the delivery status of your food. “Looks like we still have twenty-five minutes to go. That should be enough time.”

You’d shrank back a little at that. “Enough…enough time for what?”

“Enough time for you and I to have a very important, bottoms-up discussion about how you need to make sure you’re eating properly every damned day.” With that, he’d effortlessly maneuvered you face down over his lap. “Andy, wait!” You’d started to struggle, which had then prompted him to throw one of his heavy legs over your own. 

“Nope. Don’t want to. You’ve gotta learn, baby girl. Daddy is serious about taking care of every single part of you. Now these will be hard and fast, so I won’t make you count. And when we’re done, the food should be here, and you can curl up on my lap while we eat and I’ll even let you pick the movie.” You blushed when you felt him lower your sleep shorts, revealing your bare backside to the cool air. “Daddy, let’s just talk about this please!”

“Talk all you want.” You cry out when his palm comes down hard again, and again, and then again. “You’ve got my full attention.”

End Flashback      

He’d made you feel so good afterwards, so loved and safe and wanted…you’d almost forgotten about the pain of your spanking. Keyword being almost. So as payback, you’d picked a horror film. And not just any horror film, but The Conjuring, parts one and two. It felt good to feel such a big, strong man jump in terror underneath you. That’s what you get buddy.   

Tonight, you’d agreed to join him at a company party at his law firm. They were celebrating an important expansion, and everyone was thrilled. Especially Andy. For your look for the evening, you were rocking a skintight, dark blue dress that came to just above the knee. It hit every curve just right, in your mind, without being too much. You had even paired it with some navy pumps, matching earrings, and a sparkling choker necklace. 

Unsure of your look, you’d sent a couple pictures off to some friends, wanting their opinions. And their various responses had been everything from “yes, girl!”, to “goddamned is that man lucky as hell!, and even one much appreciated “Va Va Voom!”. So, in their words, no it wasn’t too much. They all knew where you were headed tonight, a couple of them had even helped you choose the damned thing. But when you wanted to look perfect, you had to make sure. 

Andy Bear: Baby, I’m pulling up in five. You ready?

You spritz yourself with a little perfume that you know will last you awhile. It was one of your favorites, and if your boyfriend happened to like it too…win win. 

You: Of course! Can’t wait to see you, baby. It’s been four days…

Andy Bear: I know. See you in a moment.

Purse in hand, you find yourself anxiously waiting by the door. Watching through the window for him to pull up. When he does you let out a can’t help but let out a little squeak. When your phone rings you decide that is your cue to step out the door, locking it as you do.

You whip around just in time to see Andy’s long legs striding up the stairs. God, to say the man looked good would be a major understatement. His hair is slicked back, his beard is freshly trimmed. The fabric of his black button down shirt clinging seductively to his well-muscled body.

When he reaches you, he takes you into his strong arms, prompting you to nuzzle your face into his chest. Of course the man smelled fabulous. 

His big, strong hands go to wrap themselves around you. They squeeze your arms, your waist, your ass, all the way down to your thighs. You can tell that he wants to lift you up so that you can wrap your legs around his hips so that he can take you back inside to make up for the 96 hour absence between you two. 

You had no idea the kind of thoughts that had been plaguing his mind over the course of that time. Had you needed him and he hadn’t been there? No, you would have called him. Wouldn’t you have? He was Daddy…

“I missed you. Things have just been so busy, I’m so sorry that we’ve barely been able to speak.” He whispers in your ear, his minty breath carefully wafting over face.

 “I missed you too, baby.” You pull away. The sincerity and emotion in his eyes has you positively melting where you stand. 

“Andy, it’s okay. I understand. Things got a little crazy and oof-”

Andy takes your mouth, his soft lips swooping in to take your own under their control. When you don’t immediately open up, his tongue brushes over your bottom lip once, twice. “You’re gonna mess up my lip gloss.” You mumble into the kiss. 

“Don’t care.” He growls. “You wore it for me, didn’t you? So let me in, baby.” Which you do, and you give him everything. At least until the waiting driver yells out something about how you both needed to hurry up, otherwise you were going to be extra late. Reluctantly, you let go of each other. 

“To be continued?” You whisper.

“Yes, honey. You can count on that shit.” He growls back before ushering you down the steps and inside the vehicle. 

“Ya know, baby. A lot of this could have been avoided if you finally decided to accept the inevitable and just move in with me. Then we could see each other all the time. Sleep in the same bed every night. All the good stuff.” You elbow him as you climb into the car without answering.

You get settled in your seat before Andy leans over to fasten your seatbelt for you. You flash him an exasperated look, opening your mouth to remind him that you were a big girl. Only to be cut off when his face lets you know that he doesn’t care. 

“We’ve been over this, Andy. I have a lease. Now tell me about your week.” He levels you with a hard stare, his face letting you know that once again he’s not happy with your answer. 

Thankfully, he chooses to move beyond it and launches into a conversation about his unexpectedly hectic week. And like the doting lover he was, he also makes sure to ask about yours. Along with whether or not you’d been eating, how you’d been sleeping, as well as a quiet question about whether or not you had missed him.

You snuggle into his broad chest as much as your seatbelt will allow. “Of course I missed you. You’re my Daddy.” His face breaks out into a satisfied grin. “You’re going to take me home and cuddle with me after all this is over, right?”

“Oh Y/N, honey. You and I are going to go back to my place and do so much more than cuddle.” His big hand reaches over to stroke your face before dragging your mouth back to his. You spend the rest of the ride making out like teenagers, your poor driver be damned. You needed to reconnect with your man.

And clearly your Andy Barber, Mr. District Attorney, felt the same.  

—

An Hour and Some Change Later…

Woo. You loved your man, yes you did, but when Andrew Barber went into attorney mode, heaven help you. And that is exactly what he’d done almost from the moment you both arrived. He’d introduced you, allowed you to make a little bit of small talk, and then he had taken over. And part of you understood, truly. This was his world. Your world was a little different.

But deep down you also knew that if he ever came with you to one of your Marketing & PR events, you’d make it a point to try to include him into at least some aspects of whatever conversation you were having, regardless of who you were having it with. Granted, you could argue that your particular occupation was a little more fun than his, but when attorneys like him screwed up, who’d they call to help save face with the public? Oh that’s right. Folks like you. 

Well, maybe not you specifically. Mostly because if it involved Andrew, and someone had something bad to say about him, you’d take your shoe to his or her head immediately. And then read your prepared media statement. 

Anyway, protectiveness aside, you were tired of being nothing but a piece of evening arm candy. It was boring. So after a certain point, you lean over to kiss Andy’s shoulder and murmur something about going to grab another drink from the bar. To your surprise he just smiles and nods, without so much as even glancing your way.

‘Okay, no big deal.’ You think to yourself. ‘I get it. He’s busy. But I’m not helpless, so I’m going to find a way to occupy myself.’ So you slink away to the bar to order another drink, or two. And that’s where you meet a man named Jameson.

Were you interested in him? Oh, absolutely not. Not when you had that fine, intelligent, slightly obtuse ass hunk waiting for you. But you were bored and he wanted to have a conversation. Turned out you found him to be engaging and kind of funny, so once you’d started talking, you’d just let the conversion ride. Nothing inappropriate, nothing sneaky…just a flipping conversation. 

And once you’d started talking, things had just flowed naturally. He’d asked you about your job, your clients, new projects you were working on, and more. Jameson had also told you about himself as well. How he’d been around just a couple years less than Andy (because yes, you’d made it clear from the beginning that you were with Andy), and how he’d worked his way up. 

You were just beginning to discuss his favorite case when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “Was wondering where you ran off to, sweetheart. Thought you might have left.” Hey there, Andy. Boy, you don’t sound happy.

You glance down at your phone to see how much time had elapsed since you’d sat down at the bar for a drink. Forty-five minutes. 

“Hi James.” Andy says softly, but the disdain in his tone is hard to miss. “I see you’ve met my lady.”

The other man coughs nervously. “She’s a lovely woman. You’re very lucky.” 

“I know that. In fact, I’m more than just lucky, this woman right here colors my whole goddamn world. Are you done, Y/N?” 

You turn to look up at him in confusion. Was that…jealousy you heard in his tone? It couldn’t be…

“No, I’m not Andrew. As you can see, your colleague and I were in the middle of a nice conversation and my drink is still full so…” You smile and shrug in an effort to diffuse whatever was happening here.  

“I think it’s time that James went and found someone else to talk to.” The smile he gives the other man isn’t so much encouraging as it is intimidating. “Plus, I’d like to show my girl here the newest artwork I just had installed in my office.” 

Huh?

“Uh…” James looks down. “I’m going to go, but it was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“It was nice meeting you too. Hopefully we can talk again some time.” You give his hand an affectionate squeeze, which Andy does not like.  

You go to take a sip of your drink, unsure of how to appropriately process what just went down, when it is suddenly stolen from your hand. You watch as Andy eagerly downs the remainder of your Amaretto Sour. 

“Hey, that was mine!” Placing the empty glass down, he gently hauls you out of your seat. 

“Excuse me! Andrew! What the fu–hell was that all about?” He begins to lead you towards his office, just like he said he would. “Stop it!” You hiss, digging your heels into the carpeted floor. 

“No.” He growls. “Gonna show you my artwork, baby girl. All my artwork. Just like I promised.”

“Did you even ask me if I wanted to see it? You are such a freaking ogre!” He laughs darkly. “Is this about James? Because I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” You huff. Andy keeps going, occasionally nodding at people from time to time. You find yourself being all but dragged down the damned hall. Motherfucking Asshat. 

When the two of you finally reach his office, Andy all but tosses you inside before following you in. What the fuck had him in such a foul mood? He shuts the door behind him. And then if you’re not mistaken, you hear the click of a lock. 

“You planning to turn on the lights, Andrew, so I can see this all of this so-called artwork? Or should I start working on developing night vision?” You’re starting to get pissed. You hadn’t seen this man in days, and now he wanted to sully the night like this?

“Andy.”

No response. 

“Andrew!” You bark. “Turn on the lights!” 

“No.” He snarls softly. “You want to flirt with other men? You want to forget who you belong to? What, just because we’ve been apart for a few days? I’m not okay with that, and even more importantly, I’m not having it.”

Thankful for the presence of a little moonlight, you lean over and turn on his desk lamp. “What the hell are you talking about?” You can finally make out the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “That was not my fault. I was literally just having a conversation after had I stood with you for over an hour where all I did was smile and fucking nod.” Andy continues to stare you down with a snarl on his gorgeous lips.

“Do you know how much fun that was for me? I was freaking bored out of my skull, honey!”

“So you went and talked to James.” He takes a step towards you. “The one man who can’t stand me. The one man who, if he had his way, would replace me as DA in a heartbeat.” Okay, wow.

“Andy, I went to the bar like I said I was going to. He happened to be there and – and that’s not even on me, damn it! You know why? Because I had never met him and you had never mentioned him. I didn’t know a thing about that guy. I had no idea that you two had that kind of bad blood between you. I. Did. Not. Know.”

Still not satisfied, he takes another menacing step in your direction.

“Thank you for expecting me to know something that there is no way I could have known without you telling me. It’s totally fair for you to be upset with me right now. Yep, super fair.” You throw your arms up. And men loved complaining about how women always expected *them* to be psychic.

“Y/N…” He grimaces as reason and logic finally begin to kick in. “It’s just that you were gone so long, and then I find you two all chummy. I just...”

“No. No. No. Is that why you came over and felt the need to whip your dick out? It wasn’t because you missed me. It was because you didn’t want another man to enjoy my company, right?” Needing to calm yourself, you grab his stapler and begin methodically clicking it over and over again, watching as the unused staples fall out and onto the ground. 

“At this point, I think I’ve shown you time and time again that I’m yours in every way possible. I don’t want anyone else, you exceptionally talented ignoramus. I’m not looking for another fucking man. You are the only one I want.” You keep clicking the stapler. 

"Then what’s stopping you from moving in with me? Why do you keep denying me your sweet presence in my home? You calm me, baby. Do you - do you not want me the way I want you?” Hands in his pockets, his eyes stray to the floor.

Your eyes stray to the paperweight on his desk. No, you couldn’t brain him with it, as much as you might have liked to. Instead you choose to close the distance between your bodies. 

“Andrew Barber, look at me damn you.” You wait until he complies before continuing. “Listen to me. I have a lease. That I pay. Monthly. It is not breakable at this time. You want to discuss moving in together five months from now when it is up, then let’s do it. I’m all ears.” You press your mouth to his, groaning when you feel his big, hard body finally yield against your own. 

You pull away. “I don’t want to argue with you anymore. I know how possessive you feel over me, how much you want me. I feel possessive over you, too. All of the time. Whenever I see you on television, every time, my brain screams ‘That’s my man right there! That’s my baby doing his damn thing! And boy, is he fine!’ You brush your nose against his. 

“Really?” His deep voice breathes out. 

“Yes, you ridiculous man! You want to possess me, baby? You want to own me so no one like Jameson ever has even a chance of touching me? Is that what you want?” Andy nods against as his hand goes to cup cheek. “Then take me right here. Take me right here in your office so you can smell me, smell us, any time you want.” You bite his lip before tugging it into your mouth and sucking on it, making him moan. “Any time you need it, Daddy.”

He looks down at you as something feral takes over his features. His large, rough hands go to the top of your dress. “Ah, ah, big guy. Don’t you dare rip this dress. Not here. At home is fine, okay? I’ll give you a one time pass.” You couldn’t believe you were actively volunteering your clothing for the shredder pile…

Andy picks you up immediately, slamming you back against a nearby wall. His hand goes to cup the back of your head to cushion the impact. The skirt of your dress is rucked up your hips, with your help. One of your heels heels flies off, not that you care. “Yes, Daddy.” You purr, licking his cheek. “Take your pussy the way you need.”

He snatches off your panties, quickly bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply. “These belong to me now.” He growls. “Just like my baby.”

“Yes, Andy. Yes - oooh!” He enters you in one swift, solid thrust. Somehow your thighs end up dangling helplessly over his biceps, which allows him to go deep. Deeper than any man has ever been. The way he fucks you, the way his hips piston in and out of you, Andrew Barber is like an animal unleashed. “My pussy.” He snarls against the heated skin of your throat. “My girl!”

“Yes, Andy. Yes. Daddy.” You can’t help but sob with each rough thrust. “Shiiiit! Take me how you need it.” He keeps going, angling his hips and circling them in just the right way so he can find your spot. “Ooooh…ungh!”

When he finally makes contact with that special spongy spot inside of you, you damn near lose it. So much in fact that he’s forced to gag you with your own panties while he works you over. Because he doesn’t slow down, oh no. 

“That’s right, baby girl.” He growls in your ear, before biting the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, which makes you let out a garbled moan through the fabric in your mouth. “Daddy knows he’s fucking you rough.” He gives you two hard thrusts for emphasis. “I know.” Your arms remain wrapped tight around his thick neck as you mewl and whine with every bounce on his dick. “I swear when I get you home tonight, I’ll take you nice and slow, baby. I’ll love all over you.” 

You cry out through your gag, your nails raking over his back. Your own face buries itself in the crook his neck as you sob out your cries of pleasure. Daddy always made you feel so good.

“Cum for me, baby. Daddy knows how close you are. Cum for me please.” You cry out again, feeling as your walls clench around him and your toes curl. He rips the panties from your mouth. “Be my good girl and do it.” He orders. 

“Da-daddy I - ohh nngh mutherfucking fuck!” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Wave after fucking wave. It only intensifies when you feel and hear Andy follow. His hot, wet spend fills you up, making him shake with every uncontrolled jerk of his hips.

You remain in position for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath. Finally, you take it upon yourself to lean down and kiss his cheek before whispering: “I love you, Daddy. But can we please go home now?”   

“Yes, baby girl. I think Daddy has some serious apologizing to do.” Without setting you down, Andy repositions you so that you’re tucked securely in his arms. “I’m going to take us out the back, baby.”

Fully sated, you begin to drift off. “And please never forget that I love you too.” He whispers into your hair. “I have from the moment we met. And I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

“Likewise.” You respond with a drowsy mumble. “Now home, Andy.”  

END

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Two dogs and a piano

PAIRING | CHRIS EVANS x FEMALE!READER

WORD COUNT | 3.2K

SUMMARY | You go for a run through Boston with your husky Willow, and you run into the one and only Chris Evans. When he invites you over for a playdate for the dogs, you find out the two of you have more in common than you could have imagined.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Please think of adopting a pet from a shelter, instead of buying one in a pet store! The animals in there deserve the world, and you can give 'em that by taking them out of their shelters, and into your home 🖤

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Today started just like every other day, woken up by your Siberian husky, named Willow. She was already 7 years old by now, but she had the energy of 5 huskies combined, which you absolutely loved about her. ''Good morning Willow!'' you say when she jumps onto your bed looking for some snuggles and belly scratches, which honestly was your favorite way to wake up every morning. You had given up on dating a few years back, but when you started feeling lonely you decided to adopt a dog. Not just for the love they would give you, but also to get some more exercise in, and that worked out well. She always needs long walks or runs before she's tired, and you enjoy exploring the city with her.

''Shall we go for a run this morning?'' you asked her and her ears perked up, granting you a little howl as a response. She always enjoyed running with you, keeping the same pace as you. You never taught her to do it, but she was just considerate like that. Sure, she could be a brat of the highest degree if she wanted to, but on your walks and runs she would be an absolute delight. Often times people come up to the two of you to see if they can pet her and since she is a little bit of an attention seeker, she never minds and always accepts pets and cuddles from people. ''Okay, let's get up big girl. Let's have some breakfast first and then I'll take you for a run,'' you say with a smile when you get up, picking up an oversized shirt from the floor.

Despite the fact that you lived alone, you were always a little afraid someone might barge in and you didn't appreciate that. Even though you have your very own guard dog now - oh, who are we kidding, she would help a burglar out by bringing stuff outside for them - you still didn't feel comfortable walking around in just your underwear. Willow ran ahead of you into the kitchen, already looking forward to breakfast today. You prefer feeding her raw food, and you already prepared a big batch of it last week to last you throughout the next few weeks, so all you have to do is get it out of the fridge and prepare it for her. ''Are you ready, Willow?'' you looked at her and put her slow feeder bowl in front of her, while she patiently waits for your command. ''Enjoy!'' you say and he happily starts eating while you start preparing your own breakfast and a smoothie for when you come back from your run.

You turn on some music to get your morning started and get some strawberries as well as all the other things you'll need for your smoothie out of the fridge. You put it in the blender and let that run for a little bit before getting some slices of bread, eggs, and ham and cheese ready. You were really craving toast with eggs, ham, and cheese for a while so you decided to give into it this time, it would be a perfect start before your run anyways. You always took a few snacks and some water with you on your run, but going on an empty stomach wasn't an option. When the smoothie is done you put it in your usual smoothie cup and place it in the fridge for when you come back, and then you sit down at your kitchen island to enjoy your breakfast. By the time you're done, Willow was patiently laying by the door until you were ready to go. All you needed to do was change, grab some stuff, and get her leash.

It appeared to be a lovely day outside, so you opted for a pair of neon green running shorts, a black sports bra, and a matching neon green loose top over that. You put on a pair of black running shoes and your hair in a ponytail. Next up you put some stuff in the small backpack you always take with you while running, and the leash you can put around your waist when running with Willow. ''Are you ready to go, baby? Are you ready to for a run today?'' you ask and she immediately jumps up, excited to go for a run with you. You grab your headphones and pair them with your phone, you pull up your running playlist and walk out the door. ''Good morning, Mrs. Jones!'' you say when you see your elderly neighbor in the hallway. ''Good morning Y/N, good morning Willow!'' she says and she comes over to give Willow some love. ''Have a good run today, Y/N,'' she says before you enter the elevator.

You have been running for about an hour so far, and Willow is starting to get a little tired, just like you, so you decide to stop in a dog park so she can go ahead and get some extra energy out whilst you gather yourself a bit on a bench. ''I'm sorry, is this seat taken?'' you hear a deep voice next to you saying, and you shake your head, saying, ''No, not at all! Please join me,'' with a big smile and a cheery voice. ''Thank you,'' he says and he sits down with a bit of a sigh. ''I've never seen you around here, are you new?'' he asked, and you explain that you live in a different part of Boston, but you just enjoy exploring the city when you're running with your dog. ''See the white and grey husky over there? She's mine, her name's Willow,'' you say and your eyes sparkle when you say it, she's your pride and joy. ''She's beautiful! It appears she's playing with my dog, his name's Dodger,'' he mentions.

''Oh, I am such an idiot, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Chris, Chris Evans,'' and you can't help but smile at the fact that you've met the one and only Chris Evans. You have seen a few of the movies he's in, but you didn't let that phase you in the slightest. ''It's nice to meet you, Chris, I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,'' you extend your hand and he happily accepts it. ''Do you mind if I eat my apple real quick? I'm gonna need the sugars for my way back,'' you ask and he doesn't mind. He just starts talking about Dodger and how he rescued him, which warms your heart. ''I adopted Willow 3 years ago from a shelter actually! I think it is really important to also adopt older dogs, they usually get looked over in shelters and that breaks my heart...'' you say, Chris agreed with you.

You keep talking about other stuff that has both your interests too, and after about an hour you really have to go, so you excuse yourself and call Willow back over to you. You whistle on your fingers to get her attention and she stops dead in her tracks to turn around and come back to you. ''Oh wow, she's a great listener!'' Chris laughed and couldn't help but admire the way you handle Willow, with such care and love, it felt like his heart might explode. ''Do you and Willow want to come over for a playdate soon? I think the two of them would love that,'' he asked with a bit of a shy tone in his voice. ''Sounds good! Let me give you my number so we can see when we have the time, okay?'' you said and Chris gave you his phone so you could put your number in it. ''It was lovely meeting you Chris,'' you said before turning your music on again and waving one last time before continuing your run with Willow.

You ran for another hour and a half before you were finally back home, looking forward to a hot shower right about now. You give Willow a treat for being such a good girl, and you grab your smoothie out of the fridge, the cold soothing you from the inside out. When you finished it, you put your cup in the dishwasher and went to the bathroom, undressing in your bedroom and getting ready to wash away all the sweat you worked up during your run. You start singing along with the music you're playing and just when you're putting conditioner in your hair, you hear your phone go off. You look around your shower curtain just to see it was Chris who texted you.

Chris: Hi Y/N, it's Chris. It was really lovely to meet you earlier this morning. Seeing you and Willow really brightened up my day today. I was wondering if you'd still like to come by for that playdate?

Why would he think you wouldn't want to come over for that playdate anymore? You had a great time this morning meeting him, so you start thinking of things to text back while you wash the conditioner out of your hair. When you're dried off, you go looking for some comfy clothing to wear, since today you're working from home. You settle for a pair of black shorts and a simple white tank top, nothing too fancy but perfect for working outside on your balcony in this weather. You decide to let your hair loose today and wear your glasses, not being bothered to put in contact lenses. When you're settled outside with your laptop, your iced coffee, and Willow laying comfortably by your feet, you text Chris back.

Y/N: Hey, it was really nice to meet you too, I'm glad I could help to brighten your day! 🥰 And of course, we would love to come by for a playdate, I'll be off next week on Thursday. Would that work for you?

You don't have to wait long for your answer.

Chris: Thursday works for me too. Can't wait to see both of you again then.

Y/N: Same! Do you want me to bring something?

Chris: No, just yourself and Willow is plenty. 😉

You laugh at his response and put your phone away for now, you still need to get some work done after all. By the time 6 PM rolls around you've finished your work, and you start getting pretty hungry at this point. ''Are you hungry, too, Willow?'' you ask and she gets up to follow you to the kitchen, ready for her dinner too. Since you went on a long run today, you give her a little more food than usual, but she's happy to eat all of it without a problem. You warm up yesterday's leftovers from when you had your best friend over for Chinese food and wine. You sit down in your comfy chair again and put on a reality tv-show on your laptop to watch during dinner, and you watch 2 episodes before getting up to clean up the kitchen. When all that is done you make yourself a cup of tea and decide to text Chris, to see if he's perhaps available to video chat or something. He was, and the two of you talked for close to three hours before hanging up and going to sleep.

~ Day of the play date ~

Willow decided to sleep in a little for a change, and you didn't mind it at all. You set your alarm for 9:30 AM, you didn't have to go to Chris' until 1 PM anyway. This way you had plenty of time to get ready, walk Willow, and clean the apartment. You picked out your outfit yesterday because you were too excited and found the perfect one. It was another beautiful and sunny day, so you went for a long yellow polka dot sundress, your gladiator sandals, and your black purse to finish the look. Your hair was put in two Dutch braids and was hanging loose behind your back. All you needed now was your sunglasses and Willow, before getting the bottle of white wine you got as a thank you, despite Chris telling you that you didn't need to bring anything besides yourself and Willow. You never liked to show up empty-handed.

''Shall we go to Chris' house, Willow?'' you ask her excitedly and she jumps up, bolting to the door so you can put on her leash. ''Easy there soldier, we're not gone yet!'' you laugh and you get her leash, when she's clipped in you grab your keys, phone, purse, and the wine and you walk out the door. When you're in the parking garage you're walking towards your car and Willow is so excited she almost pulls you over. ''Willow, easy!'' you say and she listens, so you don't fall on the ground. You get to your car and open the backdoor of your trusty Jeep, it has gotten you from A to B for close to ten years now, and you still love driving it every time you get a chance. Willow jumps in the back and settles on the blankets, so you walk to the driver's side of your car and get in. You plug in your phone so you can use it for both music and navigation, guiding you to Chris' house without a problem.

After a short 20-minute drive you turn into his driveway, and Willow is excited to see you have arrived. ''We're here, baby girl,'' you say before getting out of the car and seeing Chris standing in his open front door. ''Hi Y/N, hi Willow!'' he says and Dodger comes running outside, wanting to see who's coming to visit them. Willow jumps out of the car and immediately runs to Dodger and they start playing right away. ''It's like they never left,'' you tell Chris with a chuckle and he couldn't agree more. ''Wow, you look beautiful today, Y/N!'' Chris said when you walked closer and you twirled a few times for him, letting him enjoy everything he can get his eyes on. ''Thank you, I honestly feel like the sun itself,'' you say and you laugh so hard you snort a little bit, making your cheeks turn bright red.

Chris couldn't help but enjoy every second of it, he thought you were the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, and he only met you a week ago. ''Willow, you coming girl? There's a whole backyard you can play in!'' you tell her and she comes your way, Chris leading the way to his backyard. Willow and Dodger continue their play session there, and you almost forgot to give Chris the wine you brought. ''Oh, I brought you something as a thank you, I'll just need to grab it from my car real quick,'' you say and you grab the bottle. ''Here you go, I hope you like it,'' you say with a little blush on your cheeks because you ran the short distance to your car and back. ''It's my favorite actually!'' he said, ''Mine too,'' you laughed and you can't believe how much you have in common. ''I'll just chill this for now, so we can enjoy it over dinner. Can I get you something else to drink?''

About 15 minutes later you're both enjoying the sun in his backyard, watching the dogs run after each other and tiring each other out. ''So, what do you do for work?'' Chris asked, and you start explaining how you're a criminologist, so you analyze the behavioral patterns of criminals through sociology, psychology, economy, anthropology, and statistics, amongst other things. ''Been doing that for about 7 years now, and honestly, I love my job. Every day is different and it keeps me on my toes. Luckily I can also do this job from home, so I work 3 days in the office and 2 days at home, but today I had a day off. I was originally planning to go visit my friend, but she had to cancel, which is why I was able to come by today!'' you explain, and Chris is a really great listener, asking lots of questions you wouldn't expect.

When 7 PM rolls around, both you and Chris completely forgot about the time and realized you almost forgot about dinner. ''Did you want to order in, or did you want to cook something?'' you ask, and Chris was really in the mood to cook tagliatelle bolognese. ''Sounds perfect, shall I help?'' you ask and he happily accepts. Everything went fine until Chris accidentally let the pan of pasta sauce slip out of his hands, and it went all over the kitchen, and over him as well, covering him almost from head to toe. You just came back from the bathroom when you saw what happened and couldn't help but laugh, even though you felt bad for seeing him like this. ''Oh god, Chris, what happened?!'' you ask between the laughter and start cleaning up the kitchen a little. ''It slipped out of my hands. I'm gonna take a shower to get this sauce off of me, I'll be right back,'' he says before walking up the stairs towards his bathroom.

You start cleaning the rest of the kitchen, but you didn't want to waste the pasta that was already cooked, so you were happy to find some pesto and pine nuts, turning it into a pasta pesto instead of the bolognese it was supposed to be. The pasta was currently in the fridge, and you walked into Chris' living room when you suddenly noticed his piano. You didn't see it when you walked in, but you were excited to see it, you always loved playing the piano. You sat down on the stool in front of it and started playing one of your favorite songs, Easy On Me by Adele. You softly sang along and didn't hear Chris coming back from his shower. He heard the piano and his heart skipped a beat, realizing you were playing it and he stood there listening to you playing and singing along. ''I didn't know you could play the piano,'' he said in a soft, deep voice when he walked down the stairs.

''Oh yeah, I learned to play it ever since I was little, my parents had one growing up, and I enjoyed many hours playing it. I'm sorry, I should have asked you if I could play it first. I didn't mean to overstep-'' but before you could finish your sentence, Chris sat down next to you on the stool and started playing something too. When you recognized the song you started playing along on your side, and the two of you bonded deeply at that moment, never wanting it to end. ''You can play the piano all you want,'' Chris said with a smile and got up to walk back to the kitchen, only to find it was all cleaned up. ''Did you-'' ''Yeah!'' you answered before he could finish his sentence and with quick steps he walked back to you, grabbing your face in his hands before placing a soft kiss on your lips, your hands slowly snaking their way around his waist to pull him even closer. ''Thank you for running into my life,'' he said and he kissed you again, wanting this moment to last forever and ever.

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[samui-desu]

My favorite MCU men so far.

I'm missing king T'Challa a lot. 💔

#Tony leung #tenoch huerta #chris evans #tom hiddleston #michael b jordan #chadwick boseman #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #captain america #black panther #wakanda forever #shang chi #loki #xu wenwu

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

#Oscars #BTS #Scott Evans #Kingsley Ben Adir #Ncuti Gatwa #Gravik #Dr Who #Simu Liu #Shang Chi

[2dieavirgin]

googling name meanings/origins and vibrating at unfathomable speeds. for example, gregory means watchful or alert. and i am being very normal about this fact.

#house md #eric means sole ruler... robert means bright fame... hey sorry for biting on your arm earlier i was having a moment #remy means oarsman but it also means REMEDY? HELLO? #lawrence means bright one. erm. i think about it from time to time #half of them are also just religion derived. like evan or lisa or christopher or jessica #also why did they name the korean-filipino character CHI? as in.. the chinese word?? this is poppy li all over again

[saber-monet]

one day I'll stop being an obsessed fan girl... but that's not today

#steve rogers x black!reader #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #woc ai art #captain america x reader #captain america #captain x black!reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fan #chris jamal evans #chis evans x black woman

[nerdzzone]

A Disenchanting Start

Summary: Grace’s first day of kindergarten proves to be emotional for everyone.

Part of the Back To You series

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August 2026

Thinking back to their childhood, Madeline could remember how hard the first day of school always was for Chris. 

All memories of how much fun he’d had the year before or how there’d been no need to worry seemed to vanish every summer and by the time the first day came back around, Chris was a nervous wreck. She remembered the tears and anxiety, she remembered trying to help and sharing her favourite stuffed animals in the hopes they would comfort him the way they comforted her, and she remembered seeing Lisa’s worry as she forced Chris out of the car despite his terror. She couldn’t remember how his first day of kindergarten had gone - she was only two at the time - but she had a feeling that he was currently fretting about Grace’s first day almost as much as he’d fretted about his own.

Grace had been nervous that morning. She’d tried to put on a brave face, but her lack of appetite and the many heavy sighs that fell from her lips gave her away. She seemed to be stoically accepting her fate, but Chris’ anxiety was clearly growing with every failed attempt at pulling some excitement out of her. Madeline tried to cheer them both along and keep the mood light, but even as they went through the motions of taking their first ever First Day of School photos, she struggled to get even a hint of a smile out of Grace as she could feel the tension radiating from her and from Chris.

Thankfully, Chris managed to hold it together when they dropped her off at school, but as they walked back to the car with the image of her worried little face watching them leave in their minds, the cracks in his facade began to show. With years of practiced expertise, Madeline helped him through it - giving him space to have his feelings while also reassuring him that Grace was going to be completely fine - but she had to admit that there was something bittersweet about such a big occasion.

There was no doubt that Grace was ready for school - she was smart, mature for her age and in need of new challenges - but it was unignorable proof that she was growing up. Everyone always warns new parents to enjoy the baby and toddler years as much as possible because they fly by so fast and sending Grace off to school had Madeline reflecting on how true those warnings really were. She couldn’t believe how fast the five years since Grace was born had gone by and the day had sparked a melancholy feeling in her as she worried that she’d blink and another five years would be gone.

The thought had her fighting her own anxiety and by the time they were waiting outside the school for Grace at the end of the day, Chris and Madeline were both ready to have her back in their arms. When the door opened and her class appeared - their little eyes searching the crowd for the grown-ups that belonged to them - the relief hit all three of them as Grace spotted her parents and came running over.

“Hi, Gracie girl!” Chris grinned as she dumped her backpack at his feet and raised her arms for him to lift her up. Madeline picked up the discarded bag and swung it over her shoulder before waving to Grace’s teacher to make sure she knew they had her as Chris asked, “Did you have fun?”

Grace shrugged before wrapping her arms around Chris’ neck and squeezing tight.

“I missed you.”

“We missed you too,” Chris assured her. “But you were so brave. How about we get some donuts to celebrate?”

Grace let out a cheer of excited approval that put a smile on Madeline’s face as she agreed.

“That’s a good idea. Maybe it can be a first day of school tradition!”

“Exactly,” Chris nodded. “Ma always used to try the whole positive association thing.”

“I think it’s called a bribe,” Madeline teased. “And it never worked, did it?”

“Nah, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try,” Chris shrugged as he opened the car door and helped Grace inside. “Especially if it means we get donuts. Right, Gracie?”

“Right!”

Her enthusiasm had Madeline laughing as she climbed into the passenger seat, but she had to agree that they all deserved a treat after such an emotional day. She waited until everyone was buckled in and they were on their way to broach the subject of how Grace’s first day had been.

“So,” she turned in her seat to look at Grace. “Did you have a good day?”

A thoughtful look crossed Grace’s face as her parents waited eagerly for her answer.

“Um…no,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again.”

While it wasn’t what Madeline had hoped to hear, she bit back a smile at her answer.

“Doing what?” She questioned. “Going to school?”

“Yeah,” Grace nodded. “I tried it, but I don’t think I like it at all.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that, Gracie,” Chris chimed in, chuckling at the confidence she had in her decision. “But all kids have to go to school.”

“They do,” Madeline agreed. “But can you tell me what you didn’t like about it?” 

With a sigh Grace concisely explained her reasoning. The boys were too loud, a girl told her that her shirt was too pink - which was particularly hurtful because she was wearing her favourite pink shirt - and the teacher made her stop reading to have lunch before she was finished the book she’d been looking at. The clashing with classmates wasn’t entirely unexpected as they’d always known that Grace was quite particular about who she chose to be friends with, but they knew the teacher’s offense was far more unforgivable than anything the other students could have done. 

While she was just starting to get the hang of recognizing the words and actually reading by herself, Grace had always loved books. She would spend hours flipping through the pages even when she was a toddler and once she was wrapped up in a story she hated being pulled away before she got to the end. Madeline made a mental note to touch base with her teacher about some of her more stubborn quirks as she offered Grace some support.

“It’s frustrating when you don’t have time to finish something, isn’t it?” She sympathized. “Did you have time to finish it after lunch?”

“Yeah,” Grace nodded. “But I couldn’t find the right page and I had to start all over.”

“Sometimes it’s nice to read a book more than once.” Madeline’s attempt to look on the bright side just earned another shrug from Grace so she tried a different angle. “Were there a lot of new books? Ones that you haven’t read before?”

Just as she’d hoped, the question had Grace’s eyes lighting up with excitement..

“Yes, there was lots of books and Mrs. Ryan said she has even more!” Grace gushed. “She even has special ones! For Christmas and Halloween!”

“Wow, it sounds like you’re gonna have lots of reading to do,” Chris mused as he pulled into the parking lot of Madeline’s favourite bakery. “I guess you’ll have to go back again or you’ll miss out on all those books.”

A deep frown appeared on Grace’s face as she realized that her dad had made a good point, but after a moment of thought she had another idea.

“Or maybe I could borrow them for home?”

“I think Mrs. Ryan probably wants her books to stay in her classroom,” Madeline pointed out. “But it’ll give you something to look forward to, right?”

A groan fell from Grace’s lips as she hung her little head and her parents shared a smile at her dramatics.

“C’mon, Gracie,” Chris chuckled. “Let’s get you a donut and see if that makes you feel better.”

The smirk that slid onto Grace’s face as she looked up at them from under her long eyelashes had her looking unignorably like her father and the words that followed only added to the similarities as she’d clearly inherited his sweet tooth as well.

“I think I might need two donuts,” she informed them. “I think I’ll still be sad after one.”

Her claim earned a laugh from both of her parents, but Madeline jumped in before Chris could comment, knowing that his ability to empathize with her hatred of the first day of school would probably have him giving her whatever she wanted.

“I think one is enough for now,” she decided. “But maybe we can buy two and put one in your lunch for tomorrow at school.”

The way Grace’s eyes shifted into a glare told Madeline that her attempt to subtly give Grace a reason to look forward to going back to school the next day hadn’t gone unnoticed, but she was hopeful it would still do the trick as Grace reluctantly agreed.

When they got inside, Grace wasted no time picking out her two donuts - one with rainbow sprinkles to eat right away and one with pink sprinkles for the next day - and Madeline took her to find a table while Chris waited for their order. Grace pushed her chair as close to Madeline’s as she could and snuggled into her side while they waited. After her earlier nostalgic emotions, Madeline relished in the feeling of Grace’s small body pressed tightly against hers and she wrapped her arm around her to keep her close. She listened as Grace speculated about whether all the various colours in the rainbow sprinkles would taste different or the same, but all she could think about was the overwhelming love she felt for her and how grateful she was to have such a great kid.

They all tucked in to the sweet treats when Chris came over with their donuts, but once Grace had taken a few bites - and had enough sugar in her system to brighten her mood - Chris pulled the conversation back to her day at school.

“So, did you make any friends today?”

“I don’t think so,” Grace admitted, keeping her eyes on the sprinkles she was picking off the donut and slipping into her mouth. “Some of the kids were kinda mean.”

They’d already heard about the girl who didn’t like her shirt, but bullying was probably every parent’s nightmare and something that Chris had been particularly worried about. The answer had a frown sliding onto his face as he pressed her a little bit more. 

“Were they mean to you?”

“No, but they didn’t know how to share at all,” she explained, her tone dripping with incredulity. “And someone fell down and they laughed when she was crying!”

The fact that Grace seemed completely baffled by other kids behaving in such a way warmed Madeline’s heart. She knew that Grace had things she needed to work on and skills she needed to grow as every child does, but she also knew that Grace was a very gentle, kindhearted kid and she was very proud of her for that. The look on Chris’ face as he glanced over at her told her that he was as well.

“I’m happy to hear that you knew that wasn’t very nice,” Chris commended her. “Did you make sure she was okay?”

“Yeah, and I shared my crayons with her, but she didn’t talk to me a lot so I don’t know if we’re friends.”

“That’s okay,” Madeline smiled. “I’m sure if you keep sharing and being nice to her then you’ll be friends eventually.”

Grace didn’t look convinced and Madeline slipped her arm back around her to give her a reassuring squeeze as Chris let the subject of school drop for the time being, asking her instead about the donut that she was quickly devouring.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to lift Grace’s mood and distract her from the fact that she would be going back to school the following day. They did puzzles, had breakfast for dinner - Grace’s favourite meal - and let her pick two stories to read before bed. She chose Chris to read them to her, leaving Madeline to do the dishes and tidy up, but once Grace was safely tucked into bed and sound asleep, Chris found her curled up on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Is she asleep?” Madeline asked when she noticed him walking into the room. “She seemed pretty worn out, I wasn’t sure she’d make it through both stories.”

“Oh, she was exhausted,” Chris agreed as he sat on the couch beside her. “But her stubbornness won out and she refused to close her eyes until we’d finished every page.”

“Of course,” Madeline smiled. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised about that, she’s so strong-willed.”

It was a trait that had been clear in Grace since the day she was born and Chris chuckled as he nodded in agreement, resting his arm along the back of the couch so Madeline could snuggle up against his side.

“She is and I think it’s gonna cause us trouble one day. She’s already decided that she’s gonna get a job instead of going back to school.”

“Oh, yeah?” Madeline giggled. “What’s she gonna do?”

“Well, at first she said she could work with me, but I convinced her it would be super boring so she decided she’d just work with you,” Chris explained. “She said she’s gonna teach the babies how to do ballet because she ‘knows all the basics now’.”

“To be fair, she probably could teach already,” Madeline admitted. “But she’d have to work on her patience. She’d be angrily stomping her feet and snapping at them all if they weren’t paying attention and doing exactly what she said.”

“Sounds like some of your teachers.”

There was a smirk behind his words, but it was a fairly accurate description of some of the more horrible teachers she’d had the misfortune of crossing paths with.

“And that’s exactly why I started my own studio,” she reminded him. “Gracie’s aggressive technique would ruin our reputation.”

“That’s true,” Chris chuckled. “I guess she’ll have to stick with school.”

“She will, but I can’t believe she’s already in kindergarten,” Madeline sighed, lifting her phone from where she’d placed it on the cushion beside her. “I was just looking at her baby pictures. Look how small she was!”

She showed him a picture from when Grace was only a few weeks old, sleeping on Chris’ chest as they took a nap together. It was one of her favourite pictures of the two of them, but it was hard to imagine that the tiny little baby in the picture was now their precocious five year old.

“It’s crazy,” Chris agreed, a soft smile sliding onto his face as he looked at the picture. “I know those first couple months were pretty exhausting, but I do miss it sometimes.”

“I do too,” Madeline nodded, but there was a question that had been bouncing around in her head all day that she couldn’t help but ask. “Do you ever wish we’d had another?”

The decision to have just one child had been one that they’d agonized over, but even though they’d both agreed on what was best for their family, it was also one that Madeline felt a little bit guilty about. It didn’t weigh on her all the time, but there were moments when it popped up and the nostalgia of the day had it bubbling back to the surface.

During their first few years together, they’d talked a lot about what their future family would look like and Chris was always adamant that he wanted at least a couple of kids. He was so close to his siblings and he wanted that experience for his own children. Madeline was an only child and while she considered Chris’ brother and sisters to be as close to siblings as she could get without actually being related, she’d always felt like she’d missed out on something by not having any brothers or sisters of her own.

However, the years they’d spent apart changed things.

While they started their family earlier than they’d planned to, in the grand scheme of things they’d left it a little bit late. The word ‘geriatric’ was thrown around during her pregnancy far more than Madeline would have liked and she was almost thirty-seven when Grace was born. She knew at the time that they still had at least a few years left to try for another, but she also knew that it would probably get physically harder on her the older that she was. She had the benefit of being in pretty good shape physically from her years of dance, but pregnancy could be tough at any age and she worried about how much harder it would be when she was older - especially with a little one to chase around as well.

Those thoughts left them thinking that if they were going to have more kids then they should probably do it sooner rather than later, but their lives seemed too busy to fit it in. Chris’s schedule and Madeline’s plans for her dance studio were already hard to balance while making Grace their priority and they couldn’t shake the feeling that adding even one more child to the mix would be unfair. Something would have to give and they worried that they would end up stretching themselves too thin and Grace and any other children they had would be the ones who suffered.

They’d spent weeks debating it and weighing the pros and cons until they eventually decided that having one child to pour all of their love into was enough. They were both happy and confident in their decision, but Madeline’s guilt came from knowing that if she’d handled things differently in the past then they would have had more time to have the family that they’d always talked about.

“Sometimes,” Chris admitted. “But I think our family is perfect the way it is, don’t you?”

“I do, I’m really happy with our family,” she agreed. “But sometimes I feel like I let you down.”

Chris’ face twisted into a look that made it clear he thought she was being ridiculous as a scoff fell from his lips.

“How?”

“By messing things up the first time around,” she explained. “I know you always wanted more kids and sometimes I feel bad that you didn’t get to have that.”

“I wanted more kids when I was younger and thinking about an ideal scenario, but sometimes what you think you want isn’t what you actually need,” Chris wisely pointed out. “I’d rather be a great dad to one kid than an exhausted, lousy dad to five.”

His unwavering reassurance put Madeline at ease as a smile slid onto her face.

“So you don’t secretly resent me for it?”

“Never,” he insisted, squeezing her tightly against his side as he leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her head. “We made the decision together and I stand by it one hundred percent.”

“Me too,” Madeline agreed. “And I think Grace is gonna be hard enough to handle as she gets older. She’s too smart for her own good, she already runs circles around us.”

“She sure does,” Chris chuckled. “I feel bad for her teacher, Grace’ll be whipping those kids into shape herself if they’re not careful.”

“Her teacher’s lucky,” Madeline countered. “Grace will be doing her job for her.”

“That’s true,” Chris relented. “I just hope she makes some friends too.”

“It might take her a little bit longer, but I’m sure she will,” Madeline assured him. “I mean, you managed to make friends and you were an emotional wreck who spent half your time at school crying.”

“Yeah,” Chris smirked. “But the other half of the time I was so much fun that everyone wanted to be my friend.”

Madeline rolled her eyes at his somewhat exaggerated memory of what happened and jumped in to defend her daughter.

“Gracie is fun too,” she reminded him. “She just needs a little time to let her guard down.”

“I know, I know. I just worry about her.”

Chris let out a sigh and Madeline stretched up to press her lips against his in an attempt to bring him some comfort. 

They’d had many conversations over the years about Grace and all her unique little characteristics. They loved every part of her and wouldn’t change a thing, but every parent worries that their child’s idiosyncrasies will lead them into trouble and Chris and Madeline were no exception to that rule. At the end of the day, they just had to accept that they couldn’t protect her from every hurdle she would face and make sure that they were there to help her through any problems she ran into. She was a tough kid with an unbelievable amount of love and support behind her and despite their concerns they knew that she would get through the challenge of kindergarten one way or another.

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[milton-dammers]

Birthday's The Frighteners

Trini Alvarado (January 10, 1967)

Troy Evans (February 16, 1948)

John Astin (March 30, 1930)

Michael J Fox (June 9, 1961)

Jake Busey (June 15, 1971)

The Frighteners (July 17/19, 1996)

Peter Dobson (July 19, 1964)

Julianna McCarthy (August 17, 1929)

Jeffrey Combs (September 9, 1954)

Chi Mcbride (September 23, 1961)

Peter Jackson (October 31, 1961)

Dee Wallace (December 14, 1948)

#the frighteners #trini alvarado #troy evans #john astin #michael j fox #jake busey #peter dobson #julianna McCarthy #jeffrey combs #chi mcbride #peter jackson #dee wallace

[glittter-vamp]

Nights of Tequila | C.E

THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Drunk Character. Fluff. Explicit Language.Mentions of strippers, vomit and body parts.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Chris comes home drunk from a night out waking you up in the middle of the night.

Word Count: 935

It was probably around 3am when you hear a commotion downstairs and dodger whining at your feet. You get scared for a moment, you were home alone with just the white and brown pup. Chris had went out to downtown Boston to celebrate his friends wedding which was next weekend. He was the best man and he rented out a presidential suite at some hotel to drink and play poker with the guys so you knew you weren't supposed to see him home until the morning or maybe afternoon depending on his hangover. You hear the commotion again and your heart drops to your ass. Out of all days for an intruder it would be when Chris is out and about with his friends. You decide to call him and after the first ring you hear a phone go off downstairs and then you realize who the hell it was. You huff slamming the phone on the bed and putting your slippers on and making your way downstairs. " I swear I'm going to kill you Christopher" You mutter under my breath as you go downstairs with Dodger following behind.So much for a guard dog. You follow the drunken voice of the man singing Doja Cat, surprisingly very well. He was in the kitchen. You walk into the dark kitchen, the only light coming from the fridge. Dodger makes his way over to his father who he surprises. " Dodger! I've missed you all night bud, here. Have piece of ham but don't tell your mommy" he loudly whispers to his dog giving him a piece of ham. You sigh and go over to where the light switches were and turn the lights on. " Uh oh" Chris says looking up at the lights and around the kitchen before he spots me. " Baby... I thought you were sleeping' he pouts. " Chris, it's 3 am. What the hell are you doing making this much noise. You almost gave me heart attack!" You say closing the back door which he had left wide open. " I'm sorry I didn't mean you wak you up honey, I was just getting a snack" He slurs and I look at the container of my pulled prok that I made yesterday in his hand.

" Chris, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Peter's bachelor party!" You cross you arms. " I was! It was fun until they brought out strippers, and I'm-I'm a loyal boyfriend! The only girl who can touch me is you" he says beggining to hiccup. ' Did you drive!?" You ask worriedly. " Nope! Scott brought me, he was getting grossed out by all the fake tits in his face and was the only one sober because he had flight to cacth at 10am. Who goes to a bachelor party and catches a flight at 10 AM? " He says laughing and tiping over a bit and you go over and grab him. " Alright, time for bed" You say grabbing the container putting it back into the fridge and heading upstairs with this drunk man. Luckily he made it right on to the bed. " The room is spinning" Chris mutters and You let out a breath. " You had tequila tonight didn't you?"You ask as you take off his shoes. He smelled like liquor and cigars. " Mmmmaybe" he chuckles. I take off his pants, button up shirt and the shirt he had under knowing he becomes a furnace when he sleeps and even more when he drinks. You then help him get into the bed. " Now, before I get into bed. Do I need to get a bucket?" You ask. " No, I just need sleep" he yawns. At this point his eyes were barely open. I turn off the lights and get into bed next to him hoping he doesn't vomit on he bed. He pulls me to him and kisses your neck cuddling you. " You're so good to me Y/N... I can't wait to be in Peter's shoes and marry you one day" he says. " Go to sleep Chris" you giggle and he nods shortly after he was out like a light but had quite the grip on me.

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Next Morning

" What the hell happened last night?" Chris asks coming downstairs into the living room where I was with dodger watching Modern Family. He looked like hell. Still in his underwear missing a sock, hair a mess and shielding himself from the sunlight coming in from outside. " You broke into your own house for my pulled pork and because you didn't like some strippers at the bachelor party and wanted to respect me" You say and he groans sitting next to me. " Did I puke?" he asks. " Not yet, it'll come" now lay down while i make you my famous hangover remedy. " Please anything but that" He says as you get up and have him lay on the couch. " You know it works" You say walking to the kitchen. " I told you I wanted to marry you last night, that should be get me out of drinking that horrible green smoothie" He says and you laugh. " Oh! That you remember?" you laugh. " I also remember saying you treat me good, after this... I might take it back" he groans. " Love you too! " you say sarcastically making the drink for him. That day you spent the entire afternoon nursing Chris and his hangover.

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[loryevrg]

Steve Rogers / Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Chris Evans

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[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Raised By Bears, Chapter 5

Word Count:  1k

“Good job, brother,” Thor smiled as Andy walked into the frat house.  He clapped the pledge on the back, pushing him forward a little bit.  Andy’s brow furrowed as he looked back at the Rho. A few other guys began congratulating him, but Andy’s confusion only grew, “proud of you.”

“What the hell are you guys going on about?”

“Come on,” Thor smirked, playfully punching him, “ I can smell her all over you, pledge…and those hickeys speak for themselves…you nailed that sweet little tart, didn’t you?”

“That’s none of your business.” Andy growled, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his ‘activities’ from the previous night and possessive over his little bear.  His growl pushed through his lips, and he snarled at the way Thor was talking about his sweet little omega.  But Thor only shook his head and began talking to a few other guys. 

Andy was more than overprotective.  He hadn’t mated her, and felt like every male alpha around was a threat.

“What’s he going on about?” Andy asked Curtis.  The other bear sneered momentarily but packed it away.

“Thor only goes after humans,” Bobby smirked, adding himself to the conversation.  He playfully shoved Andy, and the bear froze in his steps as he continued, “guess after your little display, the guys thought you were one of those guys…guess Chris was talking with the others and they were thinking about letting you go…but you went and nailed that chick.  Good job, man.  Way to keep yourself in the game and get laid.”

Andy’s breath hitched in his throat, “What?”

“That jogger,” Lee added with a chuckle, “the one Thor was going feral over…not gonna lie, Barber…a lot of us thought you were species-ist after that comment in the back yard…not that I’d blame ya…you’re a polar bear, right?  Normal for your lot…”

Andy felt his chest tightening. 

All the emotions he felt with her. 

Everything he’d thought about her.

“Andy!” she moaned throatily, her nails digging into his muscular back.  Andy growled against her chest, as his mouth worked needily on nipping at her collar bone.  He was leaving small marks, hickies that would fade in a few days, but they were enough for him in the moment.  Even though he was nearly losing control with her, he promised not to mark her until his first rut with her. 

“That’s it baby,” he growled, thrusting again, “tell me how you want it!”

“THERE!” She gasped, arching into him as he sent another thrust into her, forcing her eyes into the back of her skull as they rolled over the pleasure she was receiving.   But he was addicted to how she felt wrapped around him, how her throaty little moans drove his bear nearly feral as he pounded away inside of her, “oh god…don’t stop. There! Oh, GOD.  RIGHT THERE!  YES!  YES!  YES!”

Andy growled as his knot popped past her entrance and he felt his load shooting into her tight, velvety channel.  His hips stuttered and his head fell forward against her heaving breasts momentarily.  When he looked up, he felt a pride in his chest, seeing her in an orgasmic haze.  Their lips met as he felt the passion in her kiss. 

They’d managed to break a sweat, and had been going at it for hours.  It was so intense that her natural scent started breaking through the chemical barriers inside of her, only confirming Andy’s thoughts on how his little bear was his perfect mate. 

Honey.  Cardamom.  Cinnamon. 

She smelled like fall.  

He gave a soft whimper as his balls emptied into her, his hips continuing to buck in an uneven rhythm as he moved his face towards her neck, burying himself in it to absorb as much of her scent as possible. 

He didn’t even think anything of it when his knot didn’t catch on her ridge, thinking he just didn’t fuck deep enough into her to lock the two of them together.

“She didn’t have an omega’s ridge…”

“Because she’s a fucking human,” Chris chuckled as he pulled his girlfriend onto his lap, “good job though, kid…turns out you’re not a species-ist after all…just have a taste for humans like Thor does.  Good luck though if things with that one don’t work out…I mean, Thor’s tapped most of the human ass on campus.  You two are bound to be eskimo brothers before the end of the semester.”

“You should make it work with her though,” Nat said with a smile, “her family is amazing.”

Andy’s eyes shot to hers, “wait?  You knew her?”

“I know of her…and her family…I mean it’s kind of hard not to,” she smiled, “her older sister was our last president.”

“A human…president of your sorority?”

She laughed, “her sister isn’t human…she was adopted by the family.  Dropped off to their den when she was an infant.  She was an offering from the town.  Guess they had some pretty bad crops the past decade before she was born, so they gave up one of their own.  Been having prosperous crops ever since.”

“So, she-she’s a charity case?”

“Hardly,” Nat scoffed, “she’s the youngest girl of the family so they pay a lot of attention to her, sure…but she’s already made a name for herself without the family.  Her parents are two of the most well-renowned lawyers in the country.  She was the one that caught the error in that bear case about ten years ago.  A nine-year-old, just looking through her parents’ paperwork…she’s famous…”

Andy swallowed, “that was her?  But she completely dismantled the case based on the medical evidence…the prosecution realized that they had the wrong guy halfway through the case.  She’s a gold standard in building up a defense case now.”

“And apparently she only goes for bears…” Chris chuckled, “two of her older brothers were Rhos…real traditionalist family…ironic, right?  Bears adopting a human and expecting her to marry a bear?”

“Hey, judge all you want,” Nat shrugged, “if you two keep hooking up, see if you can convince her to pledge late with us…her parents donated ten k to our sorority when her sister pledged.”

Chris smiled, “yeah…did the same when her brothers pledged Rho.  God, I can’t wait til her next brother pledges with us in a few years…he’s a hell of an athlete…kid’s a freshman playing for varsity.”

But Andy was still hooked on the comment where his little bear turned out to be a human.

Tag List:  @evanswife1918, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown

#school days au #school days #college #a/b/o au #a/b/o #a/b/o fic #alpha andy barber #alpha chris evans #alpha chi rho #raised by bears #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber #soft andy barber #werebear #defending jacob #chris evans characters

[idy-ll-ique]

aww in your roomates fic you write about them "liking" each other, you are so cute!! its obvious you are just a kid trying to write porn

hi, so i don't know if you're trying to be demeaning or are just complimenting my writing, but i'll have you know i'm 18, and i've been writing smut for a long time, it's just that i'm also aro-ace and writing hardcore smut makes me uncomfortable. but i have written full smut scenes before, you can check out my masterlist for yourself. i'm still young, i'm still perfecting my writing, hopefully it will be better as time goes by. have a nice day!

#bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #winter soldier #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #captain america #sam wilson x reader #falcon #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #spiderman #loki x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #loki #thor x reader #thor #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange #shang chi x reader #simu liu x reader #xu shang chi #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

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This month brings us to 50 years of Etrigan, The Demon! One of the most interesting concepts Kirby brought to DC was this character whose book eschewed his normal love of hyper-modern design, utilizing instead very Gothic trappings, full of crumbling castles and archaic mansions.

#dave gibbons #etrigan #the demon #bruce timm #jack kirby #john byrne #evan doc shaner #phil hester #dan brereton #jim lee #art adams #mike mignola #chis samnee

[pagesoflauren]

Meet Cute Masterlist

Summary: A collection of oneshots of how you meet a love interest in different scenarios feat. characters played by celebrities I have a crush on (including, but not limited to Chris Evans, Simu Liu, Tom Hiddleston, Brie Larson, Oscar Isaac, etc.)–but no RPF!

The Copy Machine (teacher!Ari Levinson x teacher!reader)

COMING SOON: Airport Delays (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

COMING SOON: Commuter Train (Curtis Everett x reader)

COMING SOON: Bookstore (Ari Levinson x reader)

COMING SOON: Cap's Visit (Steve Rogers x nurse!reader)

COMING SOON: Bake Sale (Andy Barber x reader)

COMING SOON: The V-E-T (Ari Levinson x reader; feat. doggos)

COMING SOON: Pliés & Roundhouses (taekwondo instructor!Shang-Chi x ballet instructor!reader)

COMING SOON: Casual Carpool (Shang-Chi x reader)

COMING SOON: Pen Pals (romantic lead TBD)

COMING SOON: Hotel Bar (romantic lead TBD)

#pol!meet cute #chris evans characters #ari levinson fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction #curtis everett fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #andy barber fanfiction #Shang-Chi fanfiction