18+just in case
He was already in bed dozing off over his book, Dodger was at his feet, you walked from the bathroom after finishing your skincare ready to go to bed but watching your husband in bed, only in his underwear, he was working from home lately till the end of the month when he had to go away again but you tried not to think over those times now he was at home you better enjoyed the time you were given
You looked at Dodger and the pup almost could read your mind when he jump from the bed going into his at the corner - good boy - you wispered returning your atention to Chris
- babe... you look tired...- you walked on your knees onto the bed sitting on his lap your legs over his side, you felt his hands carresing your legs smiling plesurable noticing there was lace when he touch your buttcheeks, making you gasp a little you regain your focus and smile leaning on him kissing his expose neck - handsty I see...
- you wear my favourite unddies on you and you expected me not to touch you
- well tonight I dont want you to use your hands...- you reatch to your nighttable getting your new toy, you brought it as a joke but you found the perfect oportunity to put them to good use
-oh my god...- Chris saw what it was and laugh giving his wrist willingly, you smile putting them ln him pushing his hands over his head, your red lace bra covering your breast right onto his face and he couldnt help himself kissing one of them
- behave Christopher...
- you know you will pay for this afterwards right? - he said closing his eyes feeling your core moving close to his hardness
- oh I look foward to it ... you prefer sir... or daddy - you move your hands to his waist kissing his chest where Dodger's tattoo was
-oh fuck... y/n...- you smile watching him come undone only for a few kisses
- i didnt even touch you yet... just be patient and keep your hands there or it'll be over...
- yes ma,am...- you smile enjoying your time kissing every single tattoo he had, you came face to face to the lion's head and kiss it grabbing into his underwear pussing a little down, Chris rise his ass helping you get rid of it leaving him completly nude and expose to you
You were inlove with that man, you loved him endless but the desire you felt for him after all those years together was still intact it made your body came alive knowing that he was enjoying your touch and your kissing, he was strugling keeping his arms in place but he didnt want you to stop, you've been wet since you saw him in bed and now seeing him naked and so ready for you, you grab his penis in your hand pumping a few times almost as carresing it
- oh god... baby please...- his hips metting your hand looking for some friccion, you smiled wetting your lips deciding to give him what he wanted... your mouth on him, your hands estimulating his pecs and your body holding his legs in place was too much and Chris was so close to explode - please y/n/n I... wont last...- with a blop you smile looking up at him
- do you want your hands back? - he just nod his head and you move away a little to take your underwear out, sitting back in his lap feeling him hand against you
- oh your so wet...- with his hands free Chris sat meeting your lips in a feral kiss as he entered you, you hugged yourself over his back as your bodies joint into a beats rythm, Chris caress your back and you arked closer to him his hands went down into your ass helping you move faster chasing your release
Your body tremble as your orgasm hit your first, Chris groaned a little after you, your bodies were still joint as you rest a little still hugging yourself over his body
- I love you so much y/n - yours eyes found his and caress his cheek kissing his lips smiling
- I love you too Chris.... but you said something about you were going to make me pay for not letting you used your hands earlier...
- oh that... he moved his legs making your fall into bed with him on top of you, your bodies never lossing contact
- is it daddy... or sir...
- is husband for you... Im all yours - you smile but your mouth turn into a moan when he started to take his own time for round 2
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Little Duck
(Little Duck AU 🐥💛)
Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader
Summary: There is a reason behind your husbands nickname for your daughter, I mean what can you say, he loves his little duck
Warnings: non, just pure fluffy dad Chris
A/N: I love dad Chris, I don't care what anyone says, this was purely self indulgent again, so enjoy! Also I used Arlie as a name again because I just love it<3
Word Count: 763
Now there were two reasons your husband Chris had come up with the nickname little duck for your newly turned two year old daughter Arlie, both of which were the cutest reasons in the world. When Arlie was born Lisa had given you and Chris this adorable fluffy yellow duckling stuffy that Arlie was attached too from the day she started being able to actually hold and recognize toys. Everywhere she went, that duckling stuffy went with her. The second reason was that she had just started walking more independently and when she walked, she walked like a duck, a little waddle Chris would call it, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen
“Come on little duck, let’s get you a snack”
Chris has called out to Arlie whose little feet started hitting the hardwood floor as quickly as her little legs would go, the sound echoing through to the den where you were curled up on the couch with a book
“daddy snack!”
You could hear her little voice call back which sometimes although you’d hate to admit it, made tears fill your eyes, she was just so damn precious
“Yeah princess, snack time”
Chris picked her up and put her in the highchair that rested just beside the island in the kitchen, placing a few options down on the tray table, some cheerios, strawberries, banana’s cucumber, and some of her favourite flavour of yogurt
“There we go little duck, yummy snacks”
She clapped her little hands letting out a noise of excitement
“’ank you daddy”
You were still working on some of the more complex words for her age, although she could say many things, her speech had been much slower to develop than some of her peers in daycare. Chris placed a kiss on her forehead
“You’re welcome baby”
Arlie began to pick at certain things eating quietly until she seemed to realize something was missing, she had forgotten her yellow duck over by you in the den, which luckily, you’d started to walk over with
“Ducky?”
Chris chuckled looking towards you as you appeared beside Arlie and placed a kiss on her cheek
“You looking for ducky baby?’
Arlie nodded before stuffing a strawberry slice into her mouth, you watched until she was finished chewing before pulling the yellow stuffy out from behind your back, Arlie’s face breaking out into a massive smile before giggling and reaching for it
“We can’t eat with ducky though okay baby? I’m going to put him in front of you and he can wait until your full”
Arlie pouted for a few moments before getting distracted in some yogurt she had spilled which allowed Chris some time to place a soft kiss to your lips as he tugged you into his side
“She’s growing up so fast, it’s making me sad”
You laughed rubbing your hand along Chris’s back gently, Arlie was only two now and you both hadn’t discussed another baby yet, but it wasn’t off the table
“You know two isn’t that old honey”
“Well, I know…but”
You leaned further into him reading his mind almost before saying
“You miss when she was itty bitty huh?”
He nodded letting out a little sigh before jumping in to clean off Arlie’s yogurt covered face, placing her down onto the floor and handing her ducky
“I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you’re getting at…”
Chris paused and turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up
“Really? You mean that?”
You nodded your head
“I think it’s time little duck over here had a sibling”
As if knowing you were talking about her Arlie began walking towards you, that cute little waddle that both you and Chris adored highlighted as she bounded towards you
“Ducky ducky!”
You laughed reaching down to pick her up and toss her in the air a little, filling the room with her tiny laughter, kisses being placed across her chubby cheeks when she came down. Moments like these always stopped Chris’s heart a little bit because it was all he’d ever wished for, for as long as he could remember. So, when he watched his wife and their beautiful little girl laugh and play around in their home, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like with another little one running around
“You are just the cutest little duck aren’t you, daddy thinks so too”
Chris smiled pulling you both in for a hug before leaning down and covering the two of you in kisses
“The cutest little duck indeed.”
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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅
week 1 - day 2 - kinktober - glory hole and corruption/innocence - jock jake wyler x naive reader.
warning - glory hole and corruption/innocence.
kinktober masterlist
18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
Jake watches the cute little female through the hole in the stall wall as she lathers herself with soap, his cock twitching as his eyes land on her hard nipples and soft plumb breasts, then slowly trailing down to her cute little cunt.
When Jake decided to take a shower after PE, he wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a beautiful and arousing sight. He groans softly, his cock growing in his football uniform as you slip a hand between your legs and start rubbing your little pussy. Soft moans fall from your innocent lips, not understanding the pleasure but continuing to cause it.
He slowly takes his cock out of his pants, giving his cock a tight squeeze before rubbing his tip and using the pre-cum that leaks out as lube. Jake watches you throw your head back and grind down onto your hand as cute moans fall from your lips, stroking his cock slowly, giving a rough squeeze here and there before a bright idea pops into his head, and a mischievous smile makes way on his face.
He notices another hole, big enough to fit his fat cock through. He sticks it through the hole and hears a gasp before a small voice follows, “what’s that?” the words that leave Y/n’s mouth cause his cock to twitch, and another gasp escapes her, “It’s a lollipop, princess. I noticed you having some trouble cleaning yourself.” Jake watches her shuffle over cautiously before her hand tentatively reaches out and touches the tip of his cock, causing him to let out a slight moan.
“This– this will help?” Her timid voice lets out, softly touching it. Jake’s head lolls back, softly cursing under his breath. “Yes, princess. First, you must make it wet with your mouth before I clean your insides with my special cream.” A small whine escapes her, and a confused huff leaves her lips.
“What’s wrong, princess? Don’t you want my special cream?” Jake’s starting to grow impatient as his cock is hard as a rock and begging for release.
“I– I do, I just… don’t know how.” Jake has to hold himself back from cumming, as that’s possibly the hottest thing he’s ever heard. “It’s okay, princess, just get onto your knees and wrap those plump lips of yours around it.” She gets onto her knees, opening her mouth and wraps her lips around Jake's thick cock, and a moan leaves her, causing Jake to find something to grip on to as the vibrations and feel of her mouth makes him want to lose control.
“Suck, princess. Remember, gotta get this lollipop nice and wet, or your going to be dirty.”
She starts to suck, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock before sinking down the base, gagging when she reaches the end. Starting to go to town on what she thought was a lollipop, drooling all over it, making a mess on his cock. Drenching it with her saliva, wanting to impress the mystery man. On the other side, Jake is holding on for dear life, moans slip from his lips as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his cock twitching wildly. Trying to hold back from cumming down her throat, wanting to save it for her sweet little cunt as she sucks him off, he reaches down and plays with his heavy balls, squeezing them.
“Oh– oh fuck, princes– oh, baby, it’s wet enough now.” He groans out, feeling like he’s died and gone to heaven. She stops, sitting back on her legs, “did– did I do something wrong?” Jake takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
“No, princess, it’s time to clean you now and fill you with my special cream. I want you to stand, back facing me and put the lollipop in that cute little hole of yours.” She stands, confused about how that will fit inside of her, only being able to fit a few fingers in before.
Jake watches as she faces her back to him, his eyes landing on her plump ass before watching as she reaches under and grabs her lollipop, rubbing it against her slit. Her eyes roll as his tip hits her little button, and her tongue pokes out as she focuses on putting it inside her cunt. Jake can feel her, desperately wanting this wall to disappear so he can just push her against another and destroy her.
His cock is slowly pushed into her tiny hole, leaking onto him. It’s such a tight squeeze Jake can feel himself close to cumming again. Once he’s bottomed out inside her, he squeezes his eyes shut, and a small whimper leaves her lips as his thick cock stretches her walls.
Jake bites his lip when he feels her walls pulsing around him, squeezing his cock. “N–now what do I do?” her innocence makes him want to fuck it out of her, “just move back and forth, princess.” Slowly he starts to feel her move back and forth. Jake peeks through the hole level with his eyes and watches her tiny form bounce on his thick cock. Eyes trail down her spine and land on her cute pussy, Biting his bottom lip as he watches her small hole try and take all of him.
His cock nearly comes out before she slams herself back. A shattered moan leaves her lips, eyes crossed, tongue poking out as she continues to fuck herself onto Jake’s lollipop.
Jake bites his knuckles. The tightness of her walls is driving him crazy. The soft little moans and whines that leave her lips make him nearly combust, “that’s it, princess. You’re doing so well, and you’ll be so clean.” Jake moans out, watching Y/n fasten her pace and feel her pulse around his cock at his praise. Her little pussy leaks with her juices, his cock hitting the hidden spot inside her. Y/n’s brain goes dumb from this intense pleasure Jake's cock is giving her.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so soft. Keep going. You can take it.” He stammers as she bounces on his cock, “such ah– such a good lollipop– daddy.” The name slips out as she’s deep in pleasure. Jake's eyes widen as his cock twitches wildly, doing his best to thrust into her from his position. “Fuck– fuck, get ready, princess. I’m so close, don’t stop if you want my cream, sweety.” Her pussy clenches around him, feeling a tightening in her stomach and pleasure that cause her toes to curl.
Not stopping, she tries to go faster as the coil snaps, and she lets out a pornographic moan. Her walls clench tightly around Jake’s cock, not letting him go as she cums. Her cream coating him all over, Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he explodes, her sweet little cunt milking him dry. Jake’s cock is so deep inside of her that his cum floods her womb, being too much for her tiny hole. It starts to flow out of her. Y/n feels sensitive and weak as Jake’s cock slips out of her and her knees wobble, sliding to the ground. Her small hand moves to where his cream flows out, scooping some up with two fingers. She brings them up to her mouth and moans.
Jake watches her do this and feels his cock harden again. He swears he could’ve cum again from the sight and the words slipping past her mouth.
“Mmmm tastes like candy, daddy. Can I have more, please?” Y/n continues to scoop up the remaining cum that flows out of her and sucks it off her fingers, growing wetter by the second.
…Let’s just say…. All of her holes were overflowing with his cream.
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✦ 𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑨𝑺𝑻 ✦
(Ari Levinson x Naive Reader!) One shot
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· Plot: When you travel to the coast for undefined time, didn´t thought in meeting a man with whom you would end up falling in love.
· ¡Warnings! SMUT, +18 ONLY. Naive reader, innocence kink! Age gap (Reader is in a legal age) Explicit language, size kink! Horny thots, Size kink! Pet names (Doll, Princess) p in v Fluff,!! explicit language, mentions of reader losing her virginity, talking about marriage, mention of using condom! if I missed someone please let me know! Not following the RSDR plot
· IF YOU DON´T LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
· Autor’s note: Heyyy I really hope that you like this One Shot, this is inspired in the song “West Coast” By Lana Del Rey, everything written here was thought and written by me, you do not have permission to adapt it for any platform,
English is not my native language, I apologize for writing errors, I will try to improve as long as I keep practicing
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University was out, summer vacation never sounded so exciting before, previous years your vacations consisted of going camping with your parents and their friends, listening to boring business talk, and eating so many roasted marshmallows until the sugar completely invaded your system.
But this year is different, coming of age had privileges and disadvantages, but at least you can choose where to spend the rest of your vacation before worrying about finding a job because the university was over.
Going to the coast didn't sound so bad, as a child you went to visit your grandmother a lot and spent most of the time together, until family problems drove you further and further away, fortunately this was the opportunity to recover quality time with your grandmother, or..not? whatever the stay would be nice.
The first days were pleasant, you talked until dawn with your grandmother about stories that both had lived, cooking together, and learning to sew dresses with the old fabrics that she kept in the shed, but without a doubt your favorite activity is the handmade pearl necklaces, in a small wooden box there were different miniatures to make jewelry, and absolutely that was one of your favorite hobbies.
One afternoon you decided to leave your room and enjoy the sunset at sea, only wearing a purple nightgown of soft fabric, admiring the pink and orange colors that were reflected in the water of the vast sea, you slowly entered to swim on the sea, seeing the sea shells and feeling how the small waves rock your body, there is nothing more beautiful than summer on the west coast, or so you thought until when you came to the surface and you saw him.
A 6'8 tall, bearded man with long hair, shirtless, only wearing shorts, he was smoking a cigarette while watching the pink sunset too, he seemed interesting, handsome, and attractive in a way that only he could be.
"hello" an innocent look and nervous smile made him smile a little, his presence was evident, and he could intimidate anyone
"hey" he said as he finished blowing out the cigarette smoke
"Haven't I seen you around here before, tourist?"
"Oh no, I'm here indefinitely, I'm staying with my grandmother for the summer"
"nice" he said as he continued to watch the sunset
"And…. you? Do you live here?
you came out of the sea, the difference in height was noticeable, and in age too, after all he is a grown man
"I work in the mechanical workshop of the city, that's why I obviously live here"
With the cold air and drops of water dripping from your nightgown, your hard nipples were noticeable on the soft fabric of the nightgown.
"You should go in and put on a sweater, you're going to catch a cold in the evening air"
Confused you turned to see the sky just to check the weather, slowly the air changing to a fresh summer breeze
Turning back, you saw him walking to the right, casually leaving.
"hey, wait! what's your name?” you said raising your voice, he turned his head over his shoulder
"Ari" he said as he raised his hand to say goodbye and turned around.
You saw him go away while the fresh wind blew stronger and stronger, you ran through the sand towards your grandma house, you went up to the bathroom and you could see your appearance in the mirror, unruly hair and after all this time, a transparent nightgown that clearly shows your body, you sighed in shame and took a cold shower.
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It had been one week since you saw Ari Near the coast, you simply found him attractive, whatever it was that one day when you were going out to watch the sunset became a routine, going every day without fail to sit in front of the sea and create pearl necklaces and collecting shells by the sand.
You caught Ari's attention, since the first time he saw you that afternoon swimming in the sea, it wasn't very common for his life to have new experiences, business, money, money and business that was his life, he almost never took the time to appreciate cute things like you and to be honest, Ari is an observant man, he paid attention from his balcony while he smoked, he watched how you stayed up late in front of the sea, dancing and laughing alone over little occurrences that only made sense in your head, if only he knew that part of your occurrences had to do with him, and maybe not yet in a lustful way.
He could tell how naive you are by the way you get excited when you see the sea as if it were the first time.
And the next day he was coming back from work, seeing from afar the little lady keeping seashells in her hair.
"Ari…hi!" you said smiling when you saw him, he really didn't seem like a bad guy, and he isn't but a part of him really wanted to push your limits.
“Hello doll how was your day ?” you smiled slightly “Fun, I stayed here, and I stopped by the supermarket to buy some things” you said while watched the man place his backpack on the sand and sit next to you,
He lit a cigarette to take a drag
"Can...Can I try?" You said while pointing your index finger at the cigarette.
"Oh doll, sweet girls like you shouldn't try this, I don't even know if you're of legal age" Ari knew, he knew that you're of legal age, otherwise he would have deprived himself of paying attention to you, anyway he wanted to know how far you would go.
“Well I´m 19, I’m a grown woman and I can try a cigarette if I want” You said as you raised your head to try to reach his height, even though you were sitting there were still noticeable centimeters of difference between you,
"Tell me your name and maybe I'll let you try a little doll"
"y/n" you said while looking into his eyes trying to scan his reaction, you wanted to try new things this summer, smoking is bad you've heard it hundreds of times, but Ari aroused in you the desire to learn new things.
He smirked and passed you the cigarette,
"You have to take a deep breath and release after a while"
you did it, and you thought you did it right, but a cloud of hot smoke passing through your throat, burning you and making you cough said the opposite,
"you see, this is not for girls as pretty as you" he said while patting your back.
"Then why do you like it so much?"you said. "hard to explain doll"
After a while in silence enjoying each other's company, you talked "do you have family here? I always see you alone"
"Well yes I have my family, my brother is in the city and my parents too"
"Oh” after a long pause you talked again “... are you married?" God knows that question came naturally, Ari would think it was an insinuation, of course if the question came from another girl, he laughed but just because your innocent look he noticed that you really wanted to know.
"No, that's not for me" simple answer, you were about to ask him something else, ask him why he believed that marriage was not for him, but he interrupted you by returning the question
"Do you have a boyfriend doll?"
you moved your head to the sides saying no, Ari was internally glad of the answer, he didn't think any boy deserved to be with someone like you, he didn't even think that he was worthy to talk to you, such an innocent girl quickly trusting a stranger who had just know Which would be dangerous if he wasn't as respectful as he's been.
"I liked a boy from the university, but he has a girlfriend" you said wanting to open more to the conversation.
“Well sometimes boys are trash, they miss it”
you laughed loudly, "what?" he said while laughing a little too.
"You sounded like my best friend, she would say things like that"
"How long will you stay here?" he said, his question wiped the smile off your face as you remembered that you had to go home, "I don't know, I'll just go back to look for a job, I'd like to become independent" he noticed how your moods changed "hey don't get discouraged, the world is wide and there are beautiful things in every corner of it, you are proof of it"
"you think I'm pretty" you smiled proud, self-centered, happy that the handsome man said you're pretty
"How old are you Ari?"
"Ouch, do you want to make me feel old? I'm 40 doll"
"oh you're already an old man" fantasizing and thinking about it made you feel butterflies in your stomach, without even knowing why, but risky sounded attractive.
"You really think I'm an old man? An old man couldn't do this" he said and then got up and took you by the waist and carried you. Strong laughter came out of your mouth while Ari carried your body with ease.
"Ari stop! I can't anymore" you said while you ran out of air from laughing so much at the game of chase and catch that Ari was doing
he was getting hard just hearing you say that he likes the sound of your laugh and what you say while you laugh out loud, but he would like to hear it in another context, an adult context.
it was getting dark, the moon reflected in the sea and Ari was hungry "Come with me I know a nice place we could go"
you turned to see your grandmother's house, staying inside, and missing out on the fun was not one of the plans so you decided to accompany him.
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A small restaurant set in the sea, surfboards as decoration and marine animals, phosphorescent lamps and Hawaiian tables, they entered the restaurant, you took two Hawaiian necklaces, you wanted to put one on Ari but he is simply taller, with tenderness he bent down so that you will place it.
The people who worked in the restaurant knew him and looked at you amazed, a 6´8 bearded man, owner of important mechanics from the west coast, together with an adorable and innocent girl with unruly hair and a pale blue beach dress.
He pulled your chair over for you to sit down while you took the menu, "It's really nice here" you said as he ordered the waiter two drinks "do you drink alcohol doll?"
"I've never tried it, but I could try" for Ari that was a resounding no, he didn't want you to end up with a hangover and bad experiences, "I'll order a lemonade with tequila and for her an orange juice"
"and my drink?" a noticeable pout was seen on your face
"You'll try mine; I don't think you'll end up liking it"
You got up from the table when a catchy song began to play on the small restaurant floor, dancing enjoying the moment, you approached Ari to the dance floor, you both danced together and he carefully put his hands on your back without warning you took his hands and you went to your waist, with confidence you saw him smiling and they continued dancing
And that Ari liked that you were sure of yourself,
The night passed normally, enjoying the stories that each one had to tell, Ari drinking his tequila with lemonade, sure that the alcohol had no effect on his system.
He checked his watch to realize that it was already midnight
"Doll we should go back" "but Ariiii I'm having a lot of fun with you" you said with a pout on your face, and Ari was clearly proud of it, "I know doll but we should go back, then I'll take you to more nice places near here but it's time to go" "mmkay" you said as you placed your empty glass on the table,
He paid and you both walk with entwined hands, going back the on way he had traveled since he arrived at the coast years ago, the same path you memorized after spending a few weeks in that beautiful place, swinging their hands as they walked, you both walked in front of the sea, you stopped walking
"Is everything okay doll?" he said trying to analyze if something was wrong, you compared his big and warm hand next to yours, your small and soft hand decorated with pastel pink nail polish, you saw it for a few seconds and you got up to kiss him which took Ari by surprise, he took you by the waist to give you stability while he reacted by taking control of the kiss, it was obvious that it was your first kiss since the lack of experience of your lips showed it to him, he began to get hard, you gave up trying to take control of the kiss, leting yourself be guided by him, the taste of alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth began to please you, a feeling that only happened when you watched romantic movies on television started to be created between your legs.
You both separated due to lack of air before that dominant kiss, he could observe you, illuminated by the light of the moon with puffy lips and tired eyes your where really tired, his erection was noticeable on his canvas pants, you smiled innocently and with lust, to then run quickly to your grandmother's house, you carried your shoes in your hands, your hair free by the wind and traces of your bare feet in the sand leaving a small path on the sand.
"Fuck doll, you will end up being my perdition” he said as he watched your little silhouette disappear as you ran
you arrived home, agitated, happy and with adrenaline that made your heart beat fast, you went up to your room and in your bed looking at the ceiling while you remembered everything that happened in a moment, small tickles in your intimate zone made you tremble, you have never felt something so strong for someone, and it feels so forbidden because you feel it for a man who is years older than you, now you were happy, hot and tired
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the next day you went out again in front of the sea, remembering what happened the night before, excited for the rest of the time here and wishing it would not end, but surprisingly Ari did not arrive at the time he used to do it, it was getting late and you decided enter your house again, your grandmother was not at home, on Saturdays she goes out with her friends and usually she came back the next day so you have one day alone per week, it was around 11 at night, you were in your pants pink plaid and a little tank top with a strawberry embroidered on the front, waiting for the microwave to finish making the popcorn before watching a movie
The doorbell rang which was strange to you because your grandmother hardly ever receives people on her house,
It was Ari, a black leather jacket and a gray shirt, boots, and blue canvas pants, more attractive than you remembered him
"Hello Ari, I didn't know you would come, which is also funny because I never told you where I live" you said joking, you invited him to come forward, "I've come here a couple of times to repair some things, and how careless I would be if I didn't know where my girl lives" he said
his girl you liked how it sounded and it seemed like a nice way he perceived you,
the microwave sounded breaking the silence, the popcorn was ready, you went to the kitchen for a bowl "why did you run doll?" you turned to see him, you felt small for a moment "did you think he was going to come after you and catch you?" you swallowed hard, that wasn't really what you wanted, it was just a bit of fun
"well no, princess I don't run after what I want, I go patiently for it" he went to the kitchen, "well here you are now" you said while he placed behind your ear a lock of your hair "is this a game for you princess?" you moved your head to the sides, it wasn't, but you're such a tease "N..no Ari" he took your chin with his hands so you could see "I like you princess, you're pretty and I promise to be there for you and take care of you, and spoil you, only if you let me"
"Yes," never you a word come out of your mouth so quickly, he kissed you a dominant kiss, claiming what is his "you left me hard the other day" "I guess you finished horny too right princess" how could he know?
"When you kissed me.. I felt ticklish" Ari smirked, "I know doll, where did you feel it?" you gave him an innocent look you both knew where
While he was playing with your lips with his thumb, you opened your mouth to sigh and he took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth, instinctively you made way for him sucking his thumb, but he wanted you to use your words, "down there..." you said softly,
"does your pussy tingle when I kiss you like this?" He took your chin again to kiss you, separating the kiss and feeling how the smell of his man's perfume was impregnated on your neck as he passed his lips over your neck "ah...ah...Ari it tingles"
the scratchy effect that his beard produced on the skin of your neck it started to make you feel wet, "so sweet, you smell so good princess, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell"
"Why don't you come check it out yourself?" you said laughing, "oh doll I'm sure you fantasize about me taking you, taking your small and fragile body in my hands and kissing you in such pure places that you have"
"A..Ari..please"
"please what doll?” “what do you want my little girl huh?"
"ah.mm..Ari" meaningless words and monosyllables came out of your mouth while he play with one of your nipples on the fabric of your shirt, "the first time I saw you come out of the sea, you were so pretty, it seemed that the beers that I had taken they were making me see the sirens of the sea, but it was you"
"Ari whait.." he stopped "I really want to do it with you, but I've never had something like that with any man before, please be gentle” he saw you with love and lust, but the lust doesn´t mean to be a dick with you "doll of course I will be, just trust me" He took you by the hand and went out the door, you both walked to his house, you entered and saw the furniture and the comfortable esthetics for such a beautiful house, you both went up the stairs and reached his room, the main room with a large balcony and a bed with black sheets and big white pillows the only thing that illuminated the place was the light of the full moon, slowly he took your shirt and searched your eyes to ask for approval, you nodded and he removed it above your head, your small breasts being attacked by the raspy kisses that Ari gave them "Ah...Ah....Ari I like...I like it"
so sensitive, your first time doing something so impure with someone and even better, someone who really knew what they're doing "those college kids will never know how to do it like me," said while he was lying you on the bed, you watched Ari get rid of her jacket leather and his T-shirt, his muscular body and his hair that went down to his intimate zone made you bite your lip, they were so different, your pale skin prickled when he slowly lowered your pink pajama pants, leaving you exposed to him only wearing little purple panties that matched your skin tone,
"it's not fair I'm almost naked and you're not" you said laughing Ari smiled and started tracing small circles on your clit on top of your panties "Ah.ahg..Ari" meaningless moans and heavy breaths flooded the room, desperate you lowered your panties to give him more access, a wet circle was on your panties,
"So desperate for my doll? "Look how wet you are, all this for me?"
"y..yes..ah. Only for you" he carefully slid his middle finger through your folds making you shake in pleasure, he slowly inserted a finger and you let out a screech of pain , you had never entered that such an intimate place, a little discomfort made you close your legs, he opened them again and with a slow rhythm he place a rhythm
"My perfect and pretty doll, you are so beautiful when you are so clouded with pleasure" after a minute of playing with your clit you started to feel the orgasm "Ari I feel ... Strange...Ari...ah" it was your first orgasm approaching, "let it go for me princess"
"ah..Ari..Ahh" your walls giving you intense pleasure as they squeezed Ari's fingers, "so fucking tight doll" he said, you smiled happily after that feeling of pleasure that made you feel like the air you breathe is purer, you sat slowly on the bed, watching Ari, and of course he couldn't be happier to see you pleased, admiring how your hair, which was always messy, fell slightly down your cheeks,
He unbuttoned his pants remaining in boxers, you approached the edge of the bed and curiously touched his already hard member "fuck, doll"
"you're very hard," you said while you looked at him astonished, he lowered his boxers to reveal his erect member, you opened your eyes in surprise, you've never seen “that” before in real life, "Ari... you're so big, that's not going to fit" you said amazed and worried while you touched him with your hand, cleaning a drop of pre cum from his member
"doll, I'll be gentle " He took a condom out of his wallet, put it on,and you watched intently the process expectantly as to what he would do next. a little convinced you agreed "we won't do anything you don't want to do", "I want to try new things Ari, and I want to do it with you" you told him while he smiled, his erection brushing your stomach, you slowly settled back on the bed, and he guided his member to your entrance
allowing the head of his cock to enter slightly, a groan of pain remind him that he should be careful with you, he began to slowly introduce himself on top of you feeling how tight you are, "so tight, taking me so well, you are perfect princess"
"Ah Ari... It hurts so bad...Ari please" you said as large tears ran down your cheeks, he took your legs and placed them on his waist, you are lying down and he with his feet still on the floor, he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and say nice things to you. distract you from the pain, after a few seconds he began to give some soft but firm thrusts making you release some "huh" of pleasure, while he strongly took your hips and moaned how much he liked being inside you, your breathing became more agitated, you began to squeak his name louder, you were reaching the climax and so was he, while he saw how your small breasts bounced while he rammed you, he could feel
how your walls squeezed him letting him know you were reaching orgasm, "Ari I'm ah..." a loud moan sounded throughout the room when you still felt waves of pleasure run through your body, Ari increased her speed and came inside the condom staying a little longer inside you, while he felt how his breathing leveled off, he took his member out of your pussy and gave a few small blows with it on your clit, making you tremble with pleasure as it intensified your sensitivity
you turned around and smiled broadly as you felt the fresh air that came through the window, sensitivity in your intimate area and a lot of adrenaline,
Ari got rid of the condom and lay with you on your bed, recovering her normal breathing, "Ari i Loved it" you said as you hid your head on his chest, he caressed your back and played with your hair, "You're perfect doll" he kissed you on the forehead, he put it on you his shirt, you smell of him and that makes you feel so good, so desired and loved by the man who since he saw you felt that you were a mirage because of how beautiful you are in his eyes,
You both get dressed after a cold shower you used Ari's bath products, you ended up smelling like him and you honestly liked it, “Ari I feel a little bit sore" you said while you showed him one of the bruises that his strong grip on your hips had left
"I know princess, let's rest, so tomorrow I can take you to see more new places near here" you nodded happily and hugged him, you both went to his bed and he slept hugging you, feeling your essence of red fruits on his sheets, you don't complete each other, you COMPLEMENT each other, and that's all Ari is looking for and all you didn't know you needed.
After all, you don't think you'll need to go back, with Ari you have everything you need, and for work... well eventually some small businesses in the mall ended up making you the secretary of the auto shop on the coast, and Ari can even rethink If marriage is for him.
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In Living Color
Chapter 25
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July 25th, 2022
Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons.
“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.”
Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod.
Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming.
“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter.
“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.”
Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously.
“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.”
“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?”
“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.”
He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed.
“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.”
“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.”
Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.”
“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.
“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans.
Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.”
Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them.
“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…”
“Why’s that?”
A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…”
He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?”
“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud.
Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.”
“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.”
“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly.
“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away.
Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,”
“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?”
The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.”
Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever.
He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life.
Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly.
When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more.
“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear.
She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off.
Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.”
She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment.
“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?”
“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?”
Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened
“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.”
“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away.
But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever.
“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.”
“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice.
“Are you sure, Nat?”
Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.”
“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face.
Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her.
Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone.
She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her.
But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return.
And then Chris came into her life.
So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface.
Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of.
So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment.
So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning.
But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck.
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Dad’s best friend!Curtis
Your family usually joins him at his hunting lodge every year but due to your parents divorcing you haven’t been there for quite a few years. Now that you’re getting through college you decide you deserve a break so when dad asks if you wanna join this year?
You accept and after you arrive, Curtis isn’t quite sure he wants you to leave
AHH HERE HE IS !!
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | soft!dark dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett x reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors dni, age gap, soft dark, manipulation, coercion, daddy kink, oral (f), p*ssy slapping, fingering (f), size difference, dirty talk, exhibitionism: almost caught/not afraid to get caught, spitting, gagging (with panties), size kink, degradation, dumbification, hints of sadistic!Curtis. mentioned: thigh riding.
𝗪/𝗖 | 1033
🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Your name is called from down the hall, through the walls you can hear your father’s footsteps as he searches for you. Shame sinks deep, anchoring you to the floor, and pinning you to the eager mouth of a man almost twice your age.
The both of you are tucked into a closet, the only light provided by the small lightbulb. You’re pressed into the wall, and fallen hangers and coats litter the floor from Curtis’ manhandling—he was so much bigger and stronger than you, it wasn’t hard for him to overpower you.
You didn’t put up much of a fight either, you wanted him too.
Your wet cotton panties are stuffed into your mouth, silencing your whimpers. His fingers are pressed to the hilt, his rough beard rubbing your petals as he sucks on your clit, flicking his tongue against the nub.
Your knee is hooked around his broad shoulder keeping him close as he devours you, groaning into your swollen folds, already sensitive from his previous teasing.
“Feels good, dumb baby?” Curtis asks against you, pulling back to spit messily on your slit, watching it drip down to your wet hole. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide as he swoops down to lick firmly up your cunt. “I know my jeans were so rough on your pretty pussy—daddy’s so sorry.”
You know he isn’t, you know he took great pride in being mean and hurting you. That was his whole attitude, a rugged man with a sadistic side, hell, he’s even joked about locking you in the basement so you’d never leave.
Looking down at your wrists tied with his belt, you fear he wasn’t completely joking.
Another shout of your name has you jumping, accidentally grinding against Curtis’ thick beard, and you moan softly, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Where the hell—” Your father’s voice sounds uncomfortably close, “Curtis!”
Your hands fist his beanie as your hips start moving slowly, riding his thick fingers and his merciless mouth, soaking him with your juices.
“Yeah?”
Your heart stops and you stare down at him in terror, trying and failing to shove him away when a shadow appears under the door.
“Have you seen my daughter?”
Curtis’ dark blue eyes flicker up, twinkling with mischief as he pulls out his fingers, and traces them along your cunt, spreading your cream. “No, not since breakfast.” He pulls back and lands a swift slap on your core, marvelling in your sharp gasp. He repeats the action again, and again, getting harder and louder.
Your legs flail when the doorknob rattles, “what are you doing in there with the door locked?”
“Something you don’t wanna know.” Curtis murmurs, diving forward to mouth messily at your pussy, guttural groans sending vibrations through your body. His warmth soothes the burn from the slaps, “taste so fucking sweet, baby, like you were made for me. Such a little slut, those college boys don’t give it to you good, huh?”
“What was that?”
“Did you check the backyard? She was out there yesterday.” His tongue collects your slick, only to spit it onto you again while heat combs over your skin and your stomach tightens.
“Yeah, I checked everywhere. I hope she didn’t go outside, it’s dangerous all the way out here…” His voice fades away as Curtis licks you again, all sounds going muffled from the pleasure.
He reaches up to pluck your panties from your mouth, he tucks them into his pocket and trails down your body. His fingertips trace along your chest, groping your breasts over your shirt. He pinches your nipples through the thin fabric, “you hear that, dumb baby? Even your daddy says it’s dangerous, especially for sweet little girls like you. I told you it’s safer here with me.”
“Curtis—I can’t stay.” You had a whole life, a career in the making and friends back in the city. You couldn’t leave it all, abandon it for him of all people.
“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to stay here with me?” He reaches for the lock, holding it between his thumb and forefinger before looking at you once more. “I’ll treat you so good, baby, I promise. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, daddy will take care of everything.”
Your eyes flicker from the lock to him, still on his knees with your arousal around his pink lips and traces of it in his beard, he sinks forward to gently lap at your cunt. Blinking up at you with his thick lashes, softly suckling at your clit, and even dipping into your hole with his tongue.
“Don’t be stupid and make me do this, baby, it’d ruin everything.” Is what he says, but you know he gets off on this, the sick thrill, the cruel taunting. “Do you wanna get caught and never speak to your father again? Do you wanna make him hate his best friend, and be ashamed of his whore daughter?”
You start crying, unable to do anything with your bound wrists and weak legs. His suckles get rougher, torturing your button with a hard suction, lewd noises filling the small closet with his moans. You don’t even notice when he prods at your hole again, sliding in deep with three long fingers.
Your father is still rambling about your disappearance, totally unaware of his closest friend between your thighs. Curtis barely twists the lock, and the faint click snaps you out of that trance.
“I-I’ll stay…” you choke out, tasting the bitterness of your tears. “Please don’t, please, daddy.”
The door locks again and Curtis’ hand returns to your hips, pressing you against the wall as he kisses along your thighs. The gentle gesture only makes you more embarrassed, with your soaked pussy inches from his face and your father on the other side of the door—he’s managed to trap you here in his hunting lodge.
“I’ll go do another round outside the lodge, she might’ve wandered too far or something. God, I hope she’s safe.”
“She is.” Curtis promises with a smirk, licking his lips as you tremble above him, so broken already and it’s only the beginning, “She’s very safe, no need to worry.”
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Hi! 🩵
I have a Steve request based on the following prompt!
You’re both exhausted after a mission, and you and Steve accidentally fall asleep next to each other. When he wakes up, he sees your arms are wrapped around him. You're just friends, but he's so comfortable he doesn't even attempt to move.
I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with this! 🩵
Steve Rogers X Reader bestfriend
When you and Steve get back from a long mission you both fall asleep...in each other's arms.
You walk out of the elevator and Steve is behind you. "Oh man that was a long mission" You nod. 'yea i am going to sleep for sixteen years now" Steve Chuckles. "I got you beat!" You look over at him with a smile.
"Rihhhgttt" You put your things away and say. 'Bye see you in sixteen years" You lay on the couch and fall fast to sleep. Steve smiles and lays by you. "Sweet dreams y/n" He lays his head down and falls asleep next to you.
two hours later.
You turn and drape your arm over his chest leaning on his arm. Steve wakes up feeling you on him. he looks at you and smiles.
He rubs your arm lightly and you smile but he doesn't see it. You and Steve have been close since you met six months ago you knew that he might have someone else and you also thought you weren't his type.
You two hit it off right away, being that he was the leader of the team you always did your best to respect him and see him as a leader and nothing else, Just friends.
Steve smiles looking at you sleeping on him. He's always wanted to make sure you were safe, even on missions he was like a best friend who always tried his best to keep you safe.
Until one day you got badly hurt from a mission which sent you into the med bay for three weeks, Steve always made sure you had everything you needed he when he wasn't on a mission he would be by your bedside talking to you and keeping you all smiles.
Steve hears tony walk in. Steve doesn't move. Tony says. "Look at you two are cuddling like that" he snaps a pic and steve says. "Sh! Don't wake her she's had a rough day"
Tony smiles and says. "this will go on the group chat" He walks away and Steve sighs, he didn't care he didn't want to move an inch just because you looked adorable sleeping.
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You were looking at your IG acount and that picture came to your atention
So unfair your husband was on the other side of the country, you had to work and you couldn't travel with him, and now you were thirsting for him like the fan you were on instagram
- damn you Christopher...-you said under your breath caresing Dodger's ear
- what did i do?...- he was there standing in front of you with his carry on and a tired but glad to be home
- you are home - you jumped from the couch and hug him - I miss you so much, but how are you here I saw a picture from last night in LA...
- have a few hours free and I told Megan I needed to be here before going to London - he needed to hug you and be close to you, you close your eyes, Dodger was at your feet waiting his dad to caress him too - I needed you there y/n...
You knew his anxiety could be bad when he was alone
- do you want me to go to London with you?
- can you?
- probably no, but who cares you need me there, there is nothing that won't be here when I come back, so...
- so yes please I call my team and tell them to book your ticket...
- later... - you just couldnt stop yourself to be close to him, he smell so good, you buried your nose inside his neck and took the hoddie he got on - now we are going to enjoy we are together
- whatever you say Mrs Evans
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I’ve Always Loved You💔
She Moved On
Chapter 1:
Paring : Chris Evans x Lana Parker
Word Count: 2k
Chris Pov
I had already gotten messages from my family and friends wishing me all the best and saying they couldn't wait to see me super soon.
I look up from my phone, and the black SUV arrives. I open the door and get in.
"Ready to go, Chris?" Megan asks me as she hands me a Bud Light seltzer.
"Ready as I will ever be," I smile, opening the can and taking a sip to cool my nerves. I am so nervous and excited about tonight. It would be my last premiere for awhile, and nobody knows just yet.
"Okay, so nobody knows the news except for me and your agency, so when the media ask about your next project, just try to project them away from asking more questions, or I will try my best to drift the question away," Megan tells me, and all I do is nod.
The driver pulls out of the driveway, and we are on our way to the Dolby Theater.
After a twenty-minute drive, we pull in, and I can hear people shouting. I get out of the SUV and wave to some people, and Megan directs me along to the carpet to take some photos and answer some questions about the movie.
I'm waiting in line and can't help but notice Ryan and Ana both have their families with them tonight. Ana brought her boyfriend Paul, and Ryan is here with his kids and wife, and I feel a little jealous of them and their loved ones tonight.
Normally I would bring my brother or family to events like these, but everyone is busy living their lives.
...
I take some pictures, greet some fans, and answer some questions about the movie and some even about what I'm wearing tonight, and then we get pulled into a group photo with the rest of the cast. I look around me, and everybody just looks so happy and content, but the dagger in my heart is bleeding out bit by bit every day. I just wish she was here to support me like she always did.
After we got introduced on stage, I am sitting by the bar, and for some reason, I can't get her out of my head tonight...
'Lana Parker'
The only love of my life.
We were once engaged in 2019 and even supposed to get married, but I ended things with her on a bad note, half of which I don't even remember.
I just remember walking out. It was one of my biggest mistakes, and I still regret it to this day.
It had to do with my career. We were supposed to get married, and I was going to quit acting, but—I can't remember—I lashed out at her and woke up the next morning and left her.
I sold my house and moved to LA, and most of my belongings were placed in a storage unit with the help of Ma and Tara. I stayed down here during the lockdown and just worked for three years.
My family was really mad and didn't talk to me for a few months, but eventually we made up when Shanna got married. Now that Scott is engaged... I'm thinking about going back to Boston and trying again with her unless she's moved on or found someone else.
I was deep in my thoughts when Ana came up with her boyfriend, Paul.
"Chris I want you to meet Paul," Ana says.
I get out of my seat and pull my hand forward to greet him.
"Oh yeah, man, how are you? I say I'm pulling him into a hug.
"Good, good. Huge fan," he says and pulls back.
"Thanks. Nice. So let's get a picture. I say, breaking the awkward tension. He nods, and Ana takes the photo.
"And I guess Paul is on to his next victim," Ana jokes as she orders an old-fashioned.
I smile and finish my beer.
"So rumors say Chris Evans is retiring soon? Is that right? She asks me, taking some of the beer nuts I have in front of me.
My head is hung low, and all I do is nod.
"That's great, Chris. So are you planning on settling down with Lana soon?"
I look up at her, and she immediately has a look of regret on her face.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to; it just slipped out since you guys were last together," she says.
"It's okay. Umm, I'm not sure. I need to get to Boston first," I say, looking at the time, which reads 6:45 p.m. I get up and tell Ana to have a good night.
I decided not to go to the after-party and just head back home to Dodger Stadium and finish packing.
Once the car service arrived at the gate, I gave him some cash and walked inside, where I was greeted by Dodger. I know he is probably hungry, and with all the moving boxes and things, I can't find anything.
"Yeah, Bubba, hold on," I say, finding the bag behind some random moving box near the living room. I scoop a few cups and place them in his dog bowl.
Meanwhile, I head to the bedroom, change out of this suit, and take a much-needed shower to wash all the stress of tonight off.
After my shower, I warm up some leftovers from last night and sit down to eat when a whiny Dodger comes by with his puppy eyes.
Which either means he did something bad or wants me to grab his favorite dog toy, which he probably tossed somewhere.
I get up and start looking under the sofa, and I'm about to give up when I find the darn lizard's tail hidden under the curtain.
I walk over and lift the curtain, pick up the stuffed animal, throw it across the room, and step on something cold.
I pick it up, and it's a gold infinity necklace. I open the clasp, put it around my neck alongside my Christopher necklace, and go back to eating dinner.
I remember Lana losing this necklace when I brought her here for a week, and she loved this necklace in an Instagram ad. I bought it for her and surprised her, and the look on her face when she lost it was devastating.
I wonder if she's doing well or has moved on. I haven't had the time to keep a tab on her, but I miss her so much.
I pull out my wallet and put my hand over the picture I have of us laughing, taken at Ma's house one Christmas. She is sitting on my lap, laughing at something I said.
I take out the engagement ring I remember taking off of her and throwing it.
I regret that day so much. I was so drunk, I don't even remember it. Ma was the one who found the ring and gave it to me at Shanna's wedding, and since then I've kept it in my wallet.
.....
I was leaving LA for good and leaving my house to my pal Jimmy to look after and move into.
After dinner, I take all my boxes with my personal belongings and place them in my room. I will deal with them later in life if ever needed. I call Ma, letting her know I will be home by early lunch, and she answers very coldly and tells me it's okay.
And after tonight, I'm ready to settle down and start a family of my own.
I mean, I'm forty-one, for crying out loud. These swimmers are even more likely to drown if I don't plant them somewhere.
I started up at the ceiling, daydreaming about how my life would have been if I didn't leave Boston; maybe I would've had a family of my own... I turn off the lamp and Dodger layers next to me, and I give him some cuddles and try to get some good shut-eye.
...
I've just landed in Boston, and before I left LA, I met up with Megan. She told me to just give her a call, and she can have statements sent and ready for the press. She gave me a hug, wished me all the best, and hoped I got the family I'd longed for.
I grab Dodger's leash and have him sit in the car as I load my things in the back. I run over to the other side, and the Uber takes off for Ma's home.
When the driver drops me off, Dodger runs off to the front door while I am slowly wheeling in my two suitcases.
I walk over to the front door and ring the bell and knock, but nothing happens.
I look under the mat and see the spare key. I use it and let Dodger in, and he starts to sniff around and bark, plants himself on the sofa, and goes to sleep. I walk further into the house.
"Ma?" I walk over and see a note on the table with a key.
The note said my room for a while is in the basement, and this is the key for the basement, and lunch is in the oven, and Ma is out with a friend.
Since when does Ma go out on a Friday afternoon? I shrug it off, and I wheel my things down to the basement.
I head downstairs, walk into one of the guest bedrooms, and decide to take a shower. After my shower, I head back upstairs and notice Ma is still not home. I heat up some food, eat it, and decide to take Dodger on a walk to his favorite park, which we used to go to all the time.
I pull on some running shoes and take his leash, and we take off. I text Tara, letting her know I need to find a new place, and we decide to meet up for dinner at Ma's tonight.
I've known Tara since I was in middle school; she has been one of my all-time best friends, but she and Lana never got along. I sort of remember Tara always bringing something up about Lana being selfish or using me for her money.
Recently, Tara got a divorce, and I wasn't there. I feel like a shy friend, so I also need to make up for that. Ma is inviting all my siblings for dinner tonight, and I called Tara and invited her as well.
...
I arrive at the park, and as I let Dodger off his leash, I notice it isn't busy for a Friday afternoon. Which I find a little strange.
I walk over to one of the beaches and take a seat, watching Dodger jump around, waggling his tail. I had a huge smile on my face. I really missed this place, and by the looks of it, so did Dodger.
After I let Dodger run around in the dog park, I called him over, and just as I put on his leash, he took off, catching me off guard. He starts to run in the other direction, running at full speed.
"Dodger! Bubba Stop! I yell after him, trying to catch up, but he is not stopping; in fact, he is running faster now.
What has gotten into him?
Dodger keeps running off across the dog park to the larger area of what looks like a children's park.
As I catch my breath, I hear a little baby crying, and Dodger is running faster.
I catch up to Dodger, and when I look up, I see him lying on top of a little girl as she giggles and Dodger licks her face.
The little girl is cooing to Dodger in some sort of baby nonsense...
I find it weird that Dodger only plants himself on humans he knows, and he is fully playing around with this baby he's never met.
"Dodger, you don't do that," I say, and I grab his leash, pulling him a little back off of her. I get a good look at this girl; she is wearing overalls, has pigtails, and has bright blue eyes.
I look at her jeans, and they are a little ripped, and she has a cut. I'm guessing she tripped on the tree root. I look around us, but I don't see anyone near us. I wonder where she came from and where her parents are.
"Swilly Doggy," I hear the little girl say as she is underneath Dodger and still giggling. I smile and move Dodger a little off of her.
"Hi, my name is Chris, and this is Dodger," I say, smiling and getting on her level.
"My nawe is Awia," she babbles as she pets Dodger as he starts to lick her tiny finger.
"Well, nice to meet you, Awia. Where is your mama? I say it, and then I hear it.
"Mawa," she says as her head turns, looking around.
"ARIA! ARIA, HONEY, WHERE ARE YOU? I hear a voice coming closer.
Just as I was turning, Dodger got up and ran across the grass, and I pulled him by his leash this time.
"Oh, my God, Aria. Here you are." I hear a voice coming closer. The voice... Lana's voice.
It's like the wind is sucking the wind out of me. It can't be, and then I see her standing far across the sidewalk. Her hair is in a ponytail, and she's wearing jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt. She's more beautiful than I can remember. Dodger gets up and runs toward Lana, almost taking her down.
Lana makes eye contact with me and wastes no time running up to the little girl and grabbing her, pulling her to her chest as she lets out a deep breath and kisses her head.
"Aria doesn't scare me like that. You were supposed to stay with Steven," she says.
"Ouchie, mawa," Aria says, pointing to her leg.
"Mawa, look dodgy doggy, Aria says as she gets distracted from what she was saying. Lana holds her close, kissing her chubby cheeks.
Just as I was about to say something, another man walked up to them.
I look over, and I don't see Lana wearing a ring or even this man.
"Oh my god, Aria," he says as he reaches and rubs her back, and Aria clings to her mother.
"Thank you; have a good day, Mr.," she says, leaving me and Dodger both baffled.
'Mister?' Did she really call me Mister?
"LANA!" I yell after her and I see her walk faster.
I see Lana walking away as Aria is babbling some more baby talk and waving to us, and Dodger is barking and nudging my leg to follow.
I am just frozen. Lana moved on and now has a baby. Maybe she's even married. I couldn't even get a word in, and she just walked away like nothing had happened. She didn't even acknowledge me or Dodger, and she just walked away. Did she not recognize me? I'm utterly shocked, as Dodger is whining.
...
I walk home with so many questions in my mind. I open the front door and take my shoes off, and Dodger runs into the kitchen, and I can smell Ma making something. I follow Dodger, and I walk in and see Ma in the kitchen cleaning up.
"Hey Ma," I say, walking over and hugging her.
"Welcome back home; how are you? She asks
"I just saw Lana in the park with her daughter," I say, and Ma's face changes all of a sudden.
Yeah, she had a baby two years ago after you left," Ma says while she rubs my back.
"I'm so sorry, Christopher," Ma says as she rubs my back.
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened between the two of you? Ma says, and I just look at her, and she frowns.
"You should get ready for dinner; everyone is coming soon. I nod and walk downstairs to get ready for tonight.
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𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆
week 2 - day 6 - kinktober - exhibitionism - stepdad johnny storm x stepdaughter reader.
warning - exhibitionism.
kinktober masterlist
18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
please just imagine him as a silverfox johnny storm, cause unless chris comes back to play an older johnny this is all we got.
No one thought Johnny Storm would ever settle down, but he did. He married a woman who already had a child, but Johnny never met her as she was freshly out of high school and straight into college. Johnny was finally a faithful man, leaving his playboy days behind him, but the moment he saw his stepdaughter. Something feral took over him, and Johnny began with just watching her, slowly becoming obsessed. Anytime she was around, he could feel his pants tighten, and then the fateful day came when his wife asked him to go and collect the dirty clothes from Y/n’s room.
The moment his eyes set sight on her knickers, his mouth drooled. He finally knew what she wore underneath those cute little dresses and skirts. At first, he felt guilty and disgusted with himself for stealing a pair and gradually building up to touching himself with them but soon after he had the best orgasm of his life, the guilt and disgust washed away. Leaving Johnny to become desperate and obsessive. He needed more.
This leaves us today, where he knew his little girl would come home and catch him.
“Daddy! I’m home!” The woman wearing a cute little pink dress places her bag down before looking around, confused as no one responds, and it’s as if no one is home. She decides to go and have a look around, checking the loungeroom before the kitchen and then her stepfather's office. Once she notices that he’s not home, she starts to head to her room, but the sound of moans and grunts fills her ears. Y/n notices and hears that the noises are coming from his room. She nibbles on her bottom as she contemplates knocking. Fully knowing that she’s not allowed in there.
Y/n tiptoes over to the bedroom door, the sounds getting louder the closer she gets. She peaks through the gap, and the sight she sees causes her eyes to widen, a throbbing between her legs as her hand comes up and covers her mouth.
There in front of her was her stepdad. His pants kicked off to the side as he stroked his member with a pair of her knickers that she thought she had lost. Her eyes are focused on his hand, the way he moves it against his long cock, the pink cotton looking perfect against him. Y/n’s eyes then moved up and stopped on his face, she didn’t think her eyes could get any wider, but they did as she saw another pair she lost against his nose and mouth as he licked and sniffed them.
His hand moves against his cock faster as he fucks his tip into the crotch part of her knickers. Pants and moans fall from Johnny’s lips, the cotton pushing against his cock and a wet patch forms from the pre-cum leaking out of his cockhead. Small whimpers leave his stepdaughter's mouth as her thighs rub together, wanting to get rid of the funny feeling she feels between her legs.
Johnny’s ears perk up at the sound, his head snaps to the side, and he smirks, moving his hand up and down slower as his cock twitches. Seeing his little girl staring at his member and whimpering is a dream come true. Johnny turns, facing her while starting to stroke his cock faster, twisting his wrist whilst his thumb rubs the tip, hooded eyes focused on Y/n as her mouth drops open and thighs rub together.
“Such a pretty girl, always leaving these pretty things out for your stepdad.” Johnny grunts as he gives his cock a tight squeeze. The pair of knickers he had against his face was now thrown onto the bed while the other was still tightly wrapped around his member. Completely soaked with his pre-cum, the cotton feeling fantastic against his flesh. “This feels good, baby girl. Do you feel pride in knowing your underwear makes me feel good, baby? Your such a good girl for leaving these out for daddy.”
Heavily hooded eyes were focused on watching pre-cum leak out of her stepfather’s cockhead. His thick veiny hand continued to play with himself, his other reaching down to caress his heavy balls, Y/n’s mouth waters as she thinks of having those in her mouth. “Sweet girl, where’d you go?’ Johnny’s deep voice fills Y/n’s ears, and she feels the forbidden tingles between her thighs. She blinks slowly, her eyes connecting with his eyes as he smirks.
The groan from his lips causes the softest moan to fall from hers. Johnny’s cock twitches at the sound of his little girl enjoying this. He can feel his bulbous tip throb as his end approaches. “Oh, baby, daddy’s gonna cum all over your pretty little knickers.” His eyes roll to the back of his head as a coat of white shoots out of him and into the pink cotton. Streams of his cum soak the soft material as grunts and moans leave him.
“Fuck– you’re such a pretty girl.” His eyes never leave his stepdaughter’s as he continues to cum. Watching the way she squirms in her spot, her eyes never leaving his leaking tip. Once Johnny has stopped cumming, his body falls onto the bed, his abs glistening with sweat, his greying hair falling into his face as he tries to catch his breath.
Y/n’s face turns a bright red from what she had witnessed, feeling her slick gathered between her thighs. Johnny breathes a sigh of relief as his blue eyes land on Y/n. He slowly rises from the bed and walks toward his stepdaughter. His long, thick member dangled between his legs and swung with each step. Once he reaches the tiny female, his hand comes up and strokes her cheek before he leans down and whispers against her lips.
“Next time, I’ll cum on a pair your already wearing and make you go the rest of the day with my seed between your legs. That will make daddy so proud. You wanna make daddy proud, don’t you?” Johnny smirks when you nod, your eyes focused on his pink lips. He places a soft kiss against your plump ones before sauntering off to the bathroom, and a whimper leaves your lips once you hear the shower turn on.
Johnny sticks his head out of the bathroom, “you wanna join, baby girl?.” The minute the question leaves his lips, your scurrying towards him, desperately wanting to make your daddy proud.
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Chris playing golf with his friends ⛳️🏌♂️
It's giving ✨️suburban dilf vibes✨️
Need me a suburban husband to rail me good 🥴
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In Living Color
Chapter 22 - Part Two
Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?
Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton
Word Count: 3,962
By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
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Warnings: None.
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April 2022
“Hi Nattie.”
Nat felt as though her stomach was in her throat and she could do nothing more than stare at Chris – her ex-boyfriend – in disbelief. Her phone sat abandoned and ignored in her hand as it buzzed with a notification, watching the man who was no longer hers stand in the opening of the elevator, his hand holding the doors open as his ball cap sat low over his face.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find something to say to him, hesitating for several moments as her brows furrowed even deeper and she pushed her curls back behind her ear nervously. Nat swore then that her eyes were somehow tricking her. There was no way that he actually was standing there, holding the elevator doors open in the lobby of that San Francisco hotel. So many questions started swirling in her mind, not knowing how or why he was here, let alone how he even knew where she was. But even in that moment of pure shock and plain confusion, there was a piece of her heart that knew this felt right, that somehow knew that there was something still holding them together.
“C-Chris?” She finally asked shakily, pausing to clear her throat and hopefully calm down a bit. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her leggings, then crossed her arms over her chest as she curiously asked, “What are you doing here?”
“...I wanted to talk to you,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder quickly as a couple entered an elevator on the opposite side of the room. He turned back to look at Nat, raising a single eyebrow and added, “If that’s okay with you.”
“I’m just um, I can’t believe you’re here,” she admitted, blinking her eyes rapidly as she shook her head. She reached up absentmindedly, adjusting the strap of her purse before she paused and asked, “How did you know I was here?”
A slight grimace appeared on Chris’ face as he shook his head, glancing down at the beat-up sneakers on his feet. “Jamie told me,” he informed her quietly. He paused as the elevator behind them beeped and someone exited it, leaving the room without a second glance to them. Once they were alone again, he explained, “After I went to your apartment and you weren’t there, I asked him if he knew where you were.”
Nat’s brows furrowed deeply at those words, surprised at the admission. “You went to LA first?” She asked him in disbelief.
“Yeah, um, Nat, can we talk? Maybe somewhere more private?” He asked, a tight expression on his face as the sound of a large group approached from the lobby. But then he paused, staring at the mirrored wall of the elevator before he clarified, “...Do you want to talk?”
She hesitated, still reeling from the sudden change in events before she nodded and stepped to the side, telling him, “We can go up to my room.” Her hand hovered over the button for her floor as he removed his hand from the opening and stepped into the small elevator car.
It felt so weird to have him step into that elevator, leaving space between them while an uncomfortable silence settled over the space. She didn’t have a clue what to say or even how to feel in the moment. As her brain slipped back into memories of the previous weekend, Nat felt a pang in her heart as she thought of all those harsh words and the pain that it had caused. Tears prickled at her eyes as she remembered Chris saying he felt as if he didn’t know her and how easily he had wanted to draw boundaries on what she should be doing in life while he did exactly what he wanted.
She hadn’t thought their relationship was like that, and wanted to believe that it wasn’t and was just a massive misunderstanding. But when he slammed that door of her apartment, leaving her alone and in silence, she hadn’t thought even then that her phone would go quiet without a single text or call from him which only solidified that it wasn’t a misunderstanding. That was it. They were over almost as quickly as they had started.
Nat felt like her heart had completely broken in two. She had never felt love like she had with him, feeling fully known, fully celebrated, fully challenged, and fully loved by him in every way but having him leave so easily and holding her job decision over their relationship had caused her trust to be shaken. Nat had spent the last week feeling like this whole relationship truly had been too good to be true. At the end of the day he didn’t want her more than anything. He wanted her only as long as it worked for him.
The problem was that she still loved him. She still wholeheartedly loved him and didn’t know how she’d get that to stop. Nat was a headstrong person and wasn’t afraid to work hard, but the emotions that she felt so deeply and clearly made it so hard. She had thought this time was different. This time was going to be forever. But all of that had come crashing down with one simple argument.
But now she wasn’t so sure.
Seeing him taking her by surprise, standing here while asking her to talk gave her hope. It made her think that maybe he was feeling the same way she was. Maybe he wasn’t willing to give up as easily as he had seemed to. Nat had so many moments this last week that she had picked up her phone, staring at his contact as she thought about just clicking ‘Call’, but each time, that hurt and fear seemed to creep back up and resulted in her clicking her phone off. It seemed so hopeless and as if there wasn’t a point, but seeing Chris who had flown across the country – and evidently, the state too – just to talk to her made her realize that it wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed even just a half an hour earlier. She’d been struggling to reconcile what their reality had quickly become, but now, face-to-face with the man who had admittedly hurt her so so badly, she felt her arguments and defenses weaken.
She got pulled back to reality when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nat tucked her curls behind an ear as she stepped out into the hallway and saw Chris out of the corner of her eye lift his hand, instinctively reaching out to rest his hand on her back as he followed behind her, just as he’d done so many times before, but then saw him drop it just as quickly when the reality of the situation dawned on him. Just that one simple action was enough to make her want to cry, hating the chasm that seemed to be between them.
They were never like this before, having been drawn to each other since the very first day they met, over a year ago. Even though their relationship hadn’t started until the previous May, he’d quickly become her closest companion before then. They were always affectionate, nearly always touching when they were around one another, and to see him hesitate to touch her for the first time ever… it hurt. It hurt almost more than the sound of him slamming her door did the week before.
Right then, Nat knew in her heart that although there were a lot of things that still were left unsaid and needed to be dealt with, she knew that she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted him. She wanted to be with Chris and she was willing to work through the struggles that came with it because to her, he was worth it. As she pulled out her key to hold it up to the door, she felt emotions weighing down her chest, touched as she thought of him getting on a plane in what had to be the middle of the night to try to track her down. He had gone to so much effort just to talk to her, without any guarantees of a positive outcome, and the realization of that had tears forming in her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to hold back any of her feelings once the door was closed.
Now it was Nat’s turn to surprise Chris as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body up against his and pressing her lips against his. It didn’t take him more than a second to react, his hands coming to press against her back, holding her even tighter against him as he kissed her back just as passionately. Nat knew they needed to talk and work through this all, but she just couldn’t have gone one more second without him knowing that his effort to come track her down hadn’t gone unwanted and that through all of this, that she still truly, deeply, loved him. It was still there, she always knew that by how much pain she’d been in for the last week. But to know that what they shared between them was still there, still beating strong in both of them, unaffected by what had been fractured, gave them both something to continue fighting for.
When they couldn’t breathe anymore, they each finally pulled their lips away from one another but their arms stayed holding onto one another. They just stood there for a long moment before he brought a hand up to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, giving him a better view of her face as he looked down at her with so many emotions in his blue eyes.
“I love you, Nattie,” he told her, his voice low and wavering before he took a deep breath, shaking his head in frustration then admitting, “I was so stupid. So fucking stupid and I’m so sorry.”
The tears that had been threatening to fall since the second they saw each other finally spilled down her cheeks openly as her body shook with the weight of the words. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her and holding Nat up as she buried her face in his chest. She let the emotions finally leave her system as he pressed kisses to her hair, quietly holding her until she finally took a deeper breath, gathering herself as she moved her face away from his now tear-stained tee shirt.
“I love you too,” Nat’s voice cracked as tears still cascaded down her cheeks while looking up into his arched eyes as she honestly spoke, “I’m sorry too Chris, I overreacted and I’m sorry and I just…I really really love you.”
When her words dissolved into more tears, Chris just pulled her right back against him, her head laying against his chest while he rubbed her back and comforted her with, “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, baby.”
She felt his hand moving up and down over her back, the action soothing her as he tucked her head under his chin. Her ear was pressed against his chest, next to the spot where she knew his tattoo for Dodger was, but as she nearly clung to him, she recognized the sound of Chris’ heart racing below her ear. The rapid thumping of his heart echoing in her ear reminded her that it wasn’t just herself that was relieved, put back together from being broken. It was about the two of them coming back together as one whole unit instead of two fractured halves, something she hadn’t thought was possible before stepping onto that elevator today.
Breaking the silence, she felt his low voice rumble in his chest as Chris spoke, “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, but I just want you to know that I adore you Nattie. I was such a fucking idiot and I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry and I love you so much.”
“I just can’t believe you’re here,” Nat shook her head while she ran a hand over his chest that was covered in a soft tee shirt, almost wanting to remind herself that he truly was here. She brought her eyes up to meet his, still in disbelief as she asked, “You really flew all over just to find me?”
“If I wasn’t so stupid I would have done it a helluva lot sooner,” he admitted, his voice low and slightly amused as he chuckled to himself with a shake of his head.
“I still can’t believe you came here for me,” she whispered. She’d never be able to reconcile that – that he believed so strongly in even trying to fix this mess that he’d fly all over just to try to find her, with absolutely no idea if it’d even work.
But here they were. And she was so so so glad he tried.
“I love you Nat, and I just couldn’t give up on us,” he whispered to her, a soft smile on his bearded face as he stared down into her eyes.
She was completely out of words, unsure how to even say how she was feeling and instead just pulled herself back against his chest, hugging him tightly. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head as he held her right back just as securely, both feeling like everything was finally going to be alright.
They shared another long kiss, relishing once again in the feeling of being back in each other’s arms before they made their way over to the small couch, Nat leading Chris as she held his hand. She paused right as they came to a stop in front of the couch, dropping his hand to unceremoniously move the various clothes and her bag that she’d shoved onto the couch the night before, only so she could sleep in the messy bed behind them. Once the couch was clear of her things, she curled up next to him, bending her legs to let them rest in his lap, his hand dropping to rub along her thigh as they relaxed in one another’s presence.
“How’s Dodge?”
“Did you really just ask how Dodger was?” Chris asked, his nose scrunching as he laughed in disbelief. His voice was light and amused as he pointed out, “I flew across the country and the first real question you’re going to ask me is about Dodger?”
She simply shrugged her shoulders, a smile spreading across her lips as his hand kept moving over her legs absentmindedly. “Well he’s clearly the best part of being close to you,” she joked.
His voice was low as he pulled her impossibly closer to him with the arm that rested over her shoulders, admitting more to himself than to her, “God, I fuckin’ missed you Nattie.”
Reaching out to rest her hand on his chest, fingers brushing against his necklace as she admitted, “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.”
“I felt that too which is why I just couldn’t stand it anymore,” Chris spoke truthfully, fingers curling and uncurling against her leg, just happy to feel her underneath his touch once again.
There still was an elephant in the room though, one that couldn’t and shouldn’t be avoided and they both knew it. Although they both would have loved to just stay in that happy and relieved moment, Nat spoke what they both knew to be true and said, “I think you are right though, I think we need to talk about…everything.”
“Do you want to talk now or do you want to go get something to eat first or just have a break for a while?” He asked her, his voice small as his fingers tapped on her leg softly.
She pursed her lips as she thought. She was hungry, that was undeniable, and her goal earlier had been to go find some food before she ran into Chris. But putting off this conversation would do them no good, especially if she knew Chris was only a few floors away, pacing in his own room before they talked it out fully. “I think I’d rather talk now,” she began slowly, pausing to sigh as she shook her head and confessed, “I just don’t even know where we went wrong, Chris. I feel like everything just blew up suddenly.”
He took a deep, steadying breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he nodded his head. “It did, but I think where we both went wrong was walking away instead of just tabling things until we were more clear headed,” he pointed out.
“I know you’re right,” she agreed with a whisper. It was easy now to point out the faults in everything, seeing things clearly once the dust had settled. But they had to do some work before things got to an okay place. As his hand sat on her shin, she pushed the rising anxiety back down inside her and mustered up the courage to tell him, “I know I overreacted and I’m sorry for that. I know I can get all spun up and too emotional about things but I just felt really… alone. I felt like you weren’t listening to me at all.”
A small sigh escaped Chris at those words, and she knew that seeing the other’s view for the first time wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but it was certainly necessary. “Nattie, I want you to know that I really was trying to look out for you. I really was just trying to make sure you were doing what you want, but when you told me that you wanted to do it, I should have supported you and I didn't. And I'm sorry for that.” He simply apologized, his thumb moving in a small path over her leg as he spoke.
“I know you were Chris and I’m sorry I didn’t really give you any room to voice your concerns. If I ask for your opinion, I need to be ready to listen and I wasn’t,” she apologized. She recognized her own faults in the argument, she had since the second he stepped out of that apartment in a fury. But the fault laid on both of them, and she needed him to admit that.
He nodded slowly, fingers tapping an anxious pattern on her leg as he said, “I just didn't think that this job was something that you wanted to do and I think it surprised me and I didn’t really understand why… although I still don’t.”
Nat nodded, knowing she hadn’t been able to give him the full reasoning behind this move. She ignored the way her heart was racing with adrenaline, anxiety, and nerves, and instead explained, “I really thought that this job would be the answer to so many things. I thought it would give me better hours for us to be together, I’d have more flexibility to go home and see my family, and I’d be putting so many years of hard work to use and having a great career in art.”
Judging by the tender look that had crossed his face, she knew that the vulnerability in her voice must have been evident and he shook his head softly for a moment before his eyes came to look right into hers, “I’m sorry that I didn’t support you and I promise that I’m completely on board for what you want, Nat.”
“It’s not an excuse but I think I’m just a little extra sensitive because of Shane. He expected me to just drop my career for him and I was feeling like you were willing to go film and sign onto new projects but didn’t want me to keep moving up,” she tried to explain. Nat wanted him to see how what he had been asking her to do was something he wasn’t doing himself. “It wasn’t fair to project that onto you though. I let my emotions rule me rather than relying on what I knew was true about our relationship.”
“I’m not going to lie Nat, that really did hurt me that you felt like I was just trying to control you and not that I had your best interests at heart,” Chris’ voice was soft, his hand lifting up in the air as he thought of what he was trying to say before it fell back down to rest on her knee, “I want you to be able to trust me.”
“I do, Chris, and I’m sorry. I really am,” she honestly apologized, dipping her head to the side to catch his eye. “I think what wasn’t okay was that you wanted everything to revolve around your schedule and not taking mine into account. You signed onto new projects and wanted me to come see you but then complained when I’d have to work longer because of taking time off to see you.”
There was something in his voice that was almost unrecognizable that she didn’t understand was fear until he told her, “I was just worried about you working so hard.”
“Something to keep in mind though is that you have an irregular job,” Nat wanted to be sensitive to his feelings but also wanted him to be able to recognize how wildly different his life was from most peoples. “You work hard, but you don’t go to work every day and never have and most of the people you’ve dated had a similar schedule. I think some of it you just don’t realize what having a more regular career is like.”
He blinked a few times as he stared at Nat, a perturbed look settling over him as he admitted, “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.”
“I feel like you were only looking at it through your point of view,” Nat pointed out to Chris, starting to touch on the root of the issue on his end.
“Nattie, I really wasn’t trying to be selfish. I just didn’t think that this job was a good fit for you,” he still wasn’t changing his mind on his reasoning but went on to explain, “But what I realized is I don’t think we have to agree. I care more about us being together than all the other shit.”
“I feel that way too,” Nat couldn’t help but reach out to rest her hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb stroking softly as she told him, “I love you so much.”
At first Chris didn’t verbally respond, but the tenderness in his blue eyes said everything he needed to. His hands came to rest along the sides of her waist, leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against hers before he whispered, “I love you,” before crashing their lips together.
Nat melted into the kiss, moving to lay back against the couch as Chris followed her down and kept kissing her and moving against her until they both were seeing stars. She realized just how true Chris’ words were, how they truly didn’t need to agree or always see eye to eye, but what they did need was to be together.
Everything felt like a blissful blur as they peeled each other out of their clothes and let their hands start to explore warm skin and hear soft sighs. Nat swore it didn’t even matter what he was doing, but just feeling him again was pure heaven as she was reminded that they belonged to one another. They needed one another more than they even knew and Nat knew now, in her heart, that they’d always have each other, no matter what.
A/N: Our asks are always open!
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