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night changes // lance stroll

summary: an overview of moments in lance and y/n’s relationship

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of sex and pregnancy

authors note: literally my first time writing anything on here so for the love of god please be gentle 🤞🏼 positive feedback and reblogs would be appreciated.

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manchester, england. august 2022

the couple lay tangled in an embrace, tan comforter tangled around their bodies as they slept.

lance woke up first, a hazy smile on his face the half light. on the table next to him, his sliver wedding ring lay next to his airpods and their charger. across the room, the window was propped open against the summer heat, an IKEA crib settled against the wall underneath.

the aston martin driver smiled to himself as he remembered the drunken boys night with sebastian, esteban, alexander and checo where they had all tried to put the baby furniture together, the two drivers who actually had kids choosing not to help and instead watching the youngsters struggle over open bottles of guinness.

he turned his head away from the crib, looking over at the woman sleeping next to him, messy hair sprawled on the pillows and bags under her eyes from all the sleep she had lost from nights where their daughter simply would not stop crying. lance knew he didnt look any better, and lord knows seb reminded him of that every day.

but y/n stroll was the love of his life, and she looked perfect anyways.

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toronto, canada. june 2019

there were a few days to spare before the canadian grand prix in montreal and a couple of the drivers had decided to go to toronto to catch a jays game before the race. there were three hours until first pitch, and in an attempt to find a greek restaurant, the youngest of the drivers had gotten hopelessly lost.

“how the fuck are we lost!” lando norris was the first to complain, leaning shop window for one of the many marijuana dispensaries popping up in the toronto area. ”according to google maps, greektown is literally only two streets!”

“why the hell is it called greek ‘town’, then?” charles leclerc pitched in

“i have no idea.” pierre gasly groaned. “ask lance, he’s the one who grew up here.”

lance rolled his eyes. “i grew up in quebec, jackass. not ontario. i’m as lost as you are.”

“why don’t we just ask for directions?” charles asked, looking down at the map on his phone. “it’s not that hard.”

“yeah, lando, it’s not that hard.” pierre whined, hungry and annoyed. “we’ll miss the game at this rate. are you sure that we didn't just get off at the wrong subway stop or something?”

“jesus christ.” lance mumbled under his breath, heading up the street in an attempt just to find some peace and quiet.

for a formula one driver, lance isn’t always the most aware of his surroundings. mid you, she wasn’t either.

he was walking past an indie bookstore, just a few doors down from where the other young drivers were still arguing about the merits of asking for directions when lance crashed head on into the young woman leaving the bookstore. the paper bag she was holding ripped, sending four paperback mystery novels falling to the sidewalk.

“holy shit, i am so, so sorry.” lance gushed, kneeling down to help her pick up the books. “are you okay?”

she looked up, and lance was instantly taken in by her eyes. her magnificent eyes, like seas of color and emotion that he could get lost in.

“i’m okay.” her voice was like honey, the sweetest sound that the racing point driver could ever imagine.

“i’m sorry about your books.” he said as they both got back to their feet.

she shook her head. “it’s okay. no harm done.”

lance passed her the two books he was holding, as well as holding out his palm for a handshake before realizing that her hands were all full. “I’m lance.” he said awkwardly

she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. “y/n.”

at that point, lando, pierre and charles had stopped arguing with each other and were watching lance and y/n very closely, cheeky smiles on their faces as they watched the two exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

lance would talk to her almost every single day after that, and endless sea of chaotic text messages and facetime calls. after the third or so call, he came clean about being a race car driver with racing point f1.

y/n had laughed at him, and told him that he wasn’t european enough to be an f1 driver, and that he didn’t have a hot enough accent.

she meant it as a joke, but really, she didn’t believe he was telling the truth.

until he told her what team he was on, and she googled “lance, racing point f1″.

“i stand corrected, mr strulovitch.” she grinned on the other end of the facetime call. “so what fancy city are you in right now?”

he smiled before standing up and going to the hotel room window to show y/n the view. “baku, in azerbaijan.”

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monza, italy. 2020

y/n came to her first race in 2020, the strangest of all the seasons amidst the ongoing pandemic. lance told her that she didn’t have to, that he’d make a stopover in toronto next time he had a chance, but y/n was insistent. she needed a break from school, and had always wanted to go to italy anyways.

monza lacked the energy that most of the races usually had. because of the pandemic, the stands were empty, and the track was quiet. lance didn’t like it, the silence depressed him.

but he felt better because she was there.

he and checo were preparing for the race while the mechanics messed with the last few things on the car. y/n was with the engineers, and they were walking her through some of the more finer technical points of the sport.

lance was starstruck, wondering how on earth he was dating her, the most beautiful, brilliant and incredible human being on the planet. he stood next to his bright pink car, race suit hanging low around his hips, and just watched.

checo came up next to the boy, nudging him in the side. “so that’s why you’ve been in such a good mood lately. the neverending stream of facetime calls and text messages that make you giggle like a little girl.”

lance blushed, pale features turning pink. “shut up, man. i think i love her.”

y/n looked over at her boyfriend from the pit wall, a chunky pair of headphones on her head so that she could listen in to the race while she watched, a huge smile on her face as she flashed him a thumbs up

checo clapped him on the shoulders. “let’s give her a good race, kid.”

and a good race it was.

lance came in second, the entire racing point team rushing to the finish line to cheer him on as the chequered flag waved. y/n was glowing against the overcast sky as lance started his cool-down lap, nothing but pride in her chest as she watched the little pink car follow the leading alphatauri around the track another time, an orange mclaren not far behind.

as soon as lance got out of the car, he threw his helmet into the arms of a waiting mechanic and ran straight for y/n, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around, before kissing her madly as the team went wild, and there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that the skysports cameras that had been covering the victory for the two smaller teams were also covering the kiss.

after the two broke away from their magical moment for some air, lance pulled her close, draping his sweaty body over hers as he attempted to slow his breathing.

“i love you so fucking much.”

that night was the first time either of them had said it, returning to the hotel to spend every second of the italian night wrapped up in each other, clothes strewn over the backs of chairs, a bra hanging from the bathroom doorknob, sheets a tangled mess around them as she moaned his name, both of them truly in love with the other.

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manchester, england. fall of 2020

packing up her life and moving to manchester with lance should have been the hardest thing that y/n ever did. but it wasn’t. she had family there, family she had hardly even ever met. showing up to her uncle’s house in stockport in an aston martin with a formula one driver on her arm was certainly one way to make an impression on her extended family.

lance was in abu dhabi for most of the move, and his heart ached at the idea of not being able to share such an important milestone in their relationship at home, with y/n at his side. he took solace in knowing that abu dhabi was the last race of the season, and that he’d be home to his lover very soon.

y/n promised she would wait up for him. her uncle promised to pick lance up from the airport, an arrangement she wasn't sure she completely trusted, and she was nervous as hell about waiting for him to come home. she had watched every second of the race, and knew it wasn't one of lance’s better results. she wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and never let him go.

she was lying in bed when he came home, duvet pulled tight around her body as she lay on her side, e-reader plugged into the wall with a cord that wasn't long enough to make it to the bed. all of her books were still in boxes. very few boxes had been unpacked, just enough that lance wasn’t going to come home to an empty house.

the bedroom door creaked open, and lance slipped inside, overwhelmed with love when he saw y/n lying in bed, face scrunched up in that adorably sexy way she got whenever she read a book she was super into.

she was so engrossed in her book, that she didn’t even notice that he had come home. lance smiled to himself, slipping out of his jeans and sliding in between the cotton sheets to wrap his arms around y/n.

“hey, my love.”

she smiled as lance nuzzled his nose into her neck, giggling as he tried to slip a hand up the oversized concert shirt she’d worn to bed, his finger caressing the hemline of her underwear.

“hey, lance.” she awkwardly turned her head to give him a quick kiss before turning back to her book. “one more chapter, and then i’m yours.”

lance laughed, a hearty sound that y/n never got tired of hearing. “that’s what you always say. i bet we’ll both be asleep before then.”

“how domestic of us.”

he gently kissed her neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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mykonos, greece. summer 2021

there were exactly five weeks in between silverstone and whatever the fuck came after, but lance didn’t care. as soon as silverstone was wrapped up, he grabbed y/n and the two of them ran like hell from the track, breaking more british traffic laws than they could count on the way to the airport.

once they were on the plane, lance turned off his phone. he didn’t want to hear anything from the team while he was in greece. nothing was going to spoil his vacation, because he was about to do something he couldn’t take back.

he was going to ask y/n to marry him.

right now, the girl in question was asleep against his shoulder, and all the aston martin driver could think about was how ungodly lucky he was to even have met y/n in the first place.

thank god that lando norris was so bad with directions.

it was their fifth day in mykonos before lance finally decided to make a move.

they were at the beach together: lance attempting to keep up with his fitness regime, lest his trainer get pissed off when he returned to england, and y/n was curled up on a beach towel with a hardcover book in hand.

after finishing his workout set, lance returned to the beach towel, sitting directly behind y/n and pulling her flush against his chest. he kissed her hair gently before asking her to put the book down.

“there’s something i want to show you.”

“can it wait until i finish the chapter?”

lance smiled, internally rolling his eyes. “how many pages are left in the chapter?”

she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, counting the pages left in that chapter before turning to her lover. “like eight? i only just started the chapter, babe.”

“then it can wait.” lance chuckled, pressing a bookmark in between the pages before shutting the hardcover an prying it from his girlfriend’s hand before helping her to her feet.

“lance, where are we even going?”

“just wait, you’ll see!”

they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the whole island.

y/n smiled widely, looking over the edge of the cliff. “lance, this is bloody incredible.”

lance grinned, getting down on one knee, a crushed velvet box in his hand. y/n stared at him, clapping one hand over her mouth. “lance...”

“y/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“yes!”

it was a quiet wedding, exactly six months later, on the same greek island. his family, her family, and at their own bloody insistence, every driver on the grid. sebastian was lance’s best man, and nobody had ever seen the driver look that proud.

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manchester, england. march 2022.

since becoming y/n stroll, she had rarely ever missed a race, taking time off work more often than her bosses would have liked and working remotely from a hotel room.

so to miss lance’s season opener was a punch in the gut.

it was the day before they were due to leave for bahrain, and y/n had spent the entire morning throwing up. the smell of the candle in the couple’s living room made her nauseous, even though the citrus scent had never done that before. and she was tired all the time,

“sweetheart, i don’t love the idea of leaving you here.” lance’s voice was full of concern as he lay on the couch with his wife, their bodies a tangle of limbs as he cradled her body close, inhaling her hair.

“lance, i’ll be fine. there’s already a chance that sebastian is going to miss qualifying, i don’t want you to leave your team without both drivers.”

“promise me that you’ll call if you need anything?”

“i promise. i love you, lance.”

when lance came back home five days later, y/n already looked better. her skin was glowing, and she had a bright grin on her face as her husband stepped through the front doorway.

“welcome home, my love.” she cooed, wrapping her arms around lance’s neck before pressing up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I have a surprise for you.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “a surprise?”

“yes, silly. a surprise.” she took lances hand and lead him through the small house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. the only bedroom, since both spare rooms had been turned into other things: a simulator room for lance and home office/library for y/n.

when they got to the master bedroom, lance looked really confused. “it’s a box from IKEA.”

y/n smiled. “look a little closer, honey.”

lance knelt down next to the cardboard box to look at the drawing on the side while his wife slipped into the ensuite bathroom.

“babe, why do we have an IKEA crib?”

y/n came out of the ensuite bathroom, a stuffed elephant in her hands and a wide grin on her face as she passed lance the stuffed animal before reaching into the waistband of her jeans for the little plastic test. she pressed the test into lance’s hand, and his eyes went wide, a grin on his face.

“you’re pregnant?”

y/n nodded, unable to say anything before lance swept her into his arms, attacking her face with kisses.

“we’re going to be parents, y/n this is incredible!”

“i love you so much.”

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lance was snapped out of his reverie by movement in the bed next to him.

“do you always stare at me while i’m sleeping?” y/n’s voice was groggy, a stupid grin on her face as she attempted to snuggle closer to her husband, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“only if i wake up first.” lance smiled calmly, pulling y/n closer.

as lance was about to comment on how quiet and peaceful their house finally was, he could hear soft cries coming from the crib in the corner. when y/n moved to get up, he insisted that his wife lay back down.

“i’ve got it, my love. you carried her for nine months, this is the least that I can do.”

she smiled, squeezing his hand.

“i love you, lance stroll.”

#lance stroll #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #lance stroll x reader #formula 1 #lance is a cutie who needs more love #lance stroll x y/n #aston martin f1 #yall are sleeping on my best canadian boy #formula one #lovelytsunodas one direction series

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the-moral-of-the-rose · 1 month

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I was always wondering what made Teddy Kent come back at by the end of Emily's Quest. So, I wrote some of my ideas (there are more of them, but my posts are always far too long, so I didn't include all of them here):

Headcanons for Teddy Kent's return by the end of Emily's Quest:

Beware; here comes crossover time: Doctor Redfern saw the portrait of Valancy made by Allan Tierney and was very impressed. He decided that he must have a portrait of his own darling wife made by an artist. Allan Tierney lived in New York and wouldn't travel to Montreal even for a millionaire, but... luckily, there was another - young and very talented - artist right under his nose. What's more, after the scandalous wedding-that-wasn't, Frederick Kent became even more fashionable than before. So, Doc. Burnley decided to commission Teddy to make a portrait of late Mrs. Redfern. Teddy met Valancy and Barney, who were spending winter in Montreal and - for the first time in his life - saw an example of happy and healthy love. (If we look at his memories... his mother's love was toxic and destructive. He was certain that Emily didn't care about him enough to even write him a letter explaining that she valued his friendship, even if she couldn't love him. Ilse left him hurt and ashamed. Perry completely forgot about their old friendship. Teddy had every right to not believe in love or friendship - just as Barney had). Maybe watching Valancy and Barney together and listening to their story (two lonely and unhappy people finding one another), made him realize that love was possible even for him? Or maybe Valancy's story of letting go of fear and people-pleasing inspired him to change his own life? (Again, perhaps it is just my impression, but I feel that there is a subtle similarity between Valancy Stirling and Teddy Kent. And between Barney and Teddy, too).

Perry Miller wrote to him, or the two of them accidentaly met (for example, in Montreal). Or, Perry came to Teddy's house to give him the sapphire ring back. In all cases, Perry explained that even though he was very happy with Ilse, he was sorry they had put Teddy in an uncomfortable situation during the wedding (a bit OOC, I know). Anyway, Perry would say something to break the ice (like "Do you remember when we used to play Midsummer-night's Dream as children? It seems that Emily, Ilse and I were playing it into our adult lives" and Teddy would answer bitterly "You should have counted me as well"). Or - Perry would say something else that made Teddy realize that he shouldn't have tried to build a life with anyone else than Emily.

He noticed a different example of a healthy love; an elderly couple walking hand in hand in the park; newlyweds, smiling to each other; happy parents with young children. And it made him want something similar.

He read one of Emily's stories or poems (or even novels) and something in them reminded him of Emily-of-old-days. He understood that she hadn't really changed at all and that, under the cold and seemingly unfeeling surface there still was Emily he had fallen in love with. Or perhaps, he had been moved by the plot of one of her stories or a line of her poem - it made him see that something was lacking in her (or his) life.

He reread the old letters Emily had written to him in the first year after he left Blair Water, before they became cold and distant with one another and recognized that he missed her dreadfully.

He looked at one of his portraits and noticed that he kept on painting Emily's soul, eyes, smile etc. into everything.

His mother had said something to him before she died. Not about the letter, of course (it is clear he had no idea about this), but perhaps something like "I was wrong about her", or similarly puzzling. Or just Emily's name. Although it sounds very ooc, I must say...

After his mother died, he was looking through her belongings to decide what he ought to have kept or given away and he found his father's things. There might have been something that inspired him to try again, like an old motto/engraving, his parents' picture (taken right after their wedding, when they were still happy and young), a book with handwritten notes in it (something like "Always do what you are scared of"), etc.

He found an old sketch of Emily that he had made in his early youth - and understood how much he missed her.

He looked at Vega of The Lyre during one night and realized that he couldn't go on like this anymore, thinking of what-might-have-been. Or maybe it reminded him of the old promise he and Emily had made.

During a party, he heard a song that made him remember Emily (for example: "I'm always chasing rainbows" - pun unintended, "After The Ball Is Over").

He went to Paris and looked at The Smiling Girl and it made him remember that summer in which he had believed Emily loved him.

He went to Paris and understood that all his memories of the city were unhappy (Emily's illness and her engagement to Dean) and that, in fact, he wanted to show the Paris to Emily and make new, happy memories.

He met one of his old schoolmates from Shrewsbury or Blair Water and they off-handedly mentioned Emily's name.

Another example of an uncanny bond between Emily and Teddy (he had a dream in which he heard her voice or saw her, or something similar).

Something simple: he saw a rainbow and remembered that they had been chasing rainbows together once (again, pun unintended).

One day he just decided enough was enough and he had to try again once more.

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thelonesomequeen · 6 months

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Let me get this right 🥴

They are now saying he was with another woman in Montreal last week and wasn’t wearing his wedding ring to imply that he is in Portugal now to put on a show for Wednesday?

If that was the case he would have arrived the day after not a whole week before the film festival SMH

No one ever said these people were smart. 🧜🏻‍♀️

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inkstained-wretch · 3 months

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do you think there’s a chance scott and tessa have a chance of getting together one days like down the lie they “realize” and accept they love each other? do you think scott’s happy with j? i know this is from AGES ago but in the hall of fame interview scott kept like fidgeting with his wedding ring which is usually a sign of uncomfortableness and anxiety- usually to do with relationships (idk he could’ve been nervous about interview) but just something i noticed.

do you think s and t have a chance to rekindle and regrow their relationship to healthy if you know who leaves

no im feeling rather hopeless rn tbh

maybe there would've been a chance if covid didn't happen/ happened later? and montreal worlds happened in 2020? the pandemic was supposed to give them a chance - specifically scott - to slow it TF down and think things through but instead they committed to and doubled down on their mistakes.

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harry styles. he/him. cis man. ›spotted at the met steps , finn caulfield , most likely listening to strawberry swing by frank ocean with their airpods pro . the twenty eight gained quite a reputation , known to be -elusive yet +athletic to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about keeping your head up and stick down on the ice , breaking records from a young age , red wine stains on white button-ups , cigarettes laid out in ashtrays , followed by tom ford's black orchid . latest nepoupdates article talks about finn seen without his wedding band for the first time since divorce rumors began circling around him ( true ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation . ( alex , 25 , he/they , est , none . )

STATISTICS.

full name . griffin south caulfield . nickname . finn . birthdate . april 1 , 1994 . age . twenty eight . pronouns . he / him . gender . cis man . sexuality . bisexual / biromantic . occupation . nhl hockey player for the new york rangers . faceclaim . harry styles .

BIOGRAPHY.

you’re born into a middle class family in a smaller than small town near the canadian border . your family classifies big , summer vacations as a trip over the border to toronto or montreal and you indulge yourself in beaver tails and ketchup chips and maple syrup flavored cookies and poutine and , perhaps most important of all , hockey . it’s not like there isn’t hockey where you grow up , but you’re really not very good at first , and you’d rather keep some semblance of popularity back home . that is , until you get quite good on the ice , and you join the rec league that practices in the ice rink behind your house .

your official start date for hockey is at the age of ten , but you’d been playing off and on since eight – though no one considers you professional in any sense of the word until you’re drafted out of high school . you land a spot for toronto’s home team , wear the hell out of the maple leafs jersey until you’re traded to the new york rangers in 2019 . you break records left and right for the leafs , almost wonder why they traded you in the first place .

your parents still live in the house you grew up in , despite you begging them to move to new york – all expenses paid and everything and they still turn you down . your sister lives in the city , but she’s in brooklyn pursuing an art degree , so you don’t see her too often . you were married for a short while there , married the first person you hit it off with when you moved into the city and fuck if that didn’t work out . the media has been all over the story since you stopped wearing your wedding ring ( despite the divorce being finalized almost six months ago ) . you don’t see them too often , either . besides , being out of a relationship has given you more time to devote to your greatest gift and passion – hockey . who needs anything more than that ?

PERSONALITY.

once - considered rather the golden boy in terms of hockey and his personal life , finn is now quite the opposite . he gets in routine fights on and off the ice , has picked up smoking for the first time since high school -- though won't touch any sort of drugs due to his career -- , drinks excessive amounts of wine at parties and gets 'wine drunk' according to his friends , but ! on the more positive note ! he's very charming and can hold very intelligent conversations , loves animals and charity events and his family and friends and horror films and diet coke and laughing so hard it hurts and trying to be a good person . he hates that his former marriage is in the spotlight , because he's actually been doing a lot for different organizations and non - profits , including starting his own that would pay registration fees for kids to play hockey , and he feels like there needs to be more light on things that matter . which ! isn't to say he doesn't indulge in everything new york has to offer , but he's definitely not out there trying to make a negative reputation for himself .

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eileen-crys · 2 years

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Hi! Random thought if you don't mind too much. People seem to make such a big deal about Deaky removing his wedding ring in the early eighties, but when you look at photos, it was ALWAYS noticeably falling off his fucking finger. It was far too loose, right from the start. I can't be the only one to think it was (initially) taken off for practical reasons, since it must have been irritating when he was playing to have it slipping up and down constantly. PS: I'm the last person to think that their marriage is perfect but I really don't think him stopping wearing his ring was an indicator of problems at that stage. What do you think? Pleeease tell me I'm not the only one who obsessively studies his ring finger like this every time I see a photo?! xx

Hi anon!

Yeah people indeed tend to make that such a huge deal and use it as proof of basically everything negative when it could've just been a matter of comfort first of all 😅

I must admit that on the contrary I have noticed that in some photos of the early 80s the ring seemed to fit very tightly to his finger and his hands got notably bigger, I've always considered the growth of his hands one of the possibilities for him to take off his ring in 82. Which is still comfort of course but because it was tight instead of loose. Before that he slowly took off his other rings and the wedding ring was the last to go, and I noticed how the others also seemed to get tighter with time.

But now that you made me notice, in the 70s it seemed definitely a bit more loose on his finger as well, so it could've been that he got a big one but still didn't expect his hands to grow as much as they actually did.

I agree on you with the fact that it could be a bit annoying as the metal scraps against the bass's neck or strings while playing, and if it's tight it can be even painful to bend your fingers to play too. Brian never wore wedding rings while playing either as far as I know. John also took it off to film Montreal '81, could've been for a comfort reason as well. And yeah I also often examine his hands and his ring hahah 🤭

#thanks for asking!#this was quite surprising but I've scrolled through some pics and it looks like the ring was indeed looser at the beginning #which surprised me because I always only noticed those times when it seemed tighter instead #his hands really got bigger with time btw it's insane

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 9

*Warning: Adult Content*

As Montreal Hunter had hoped, Kit Montaine comes back on his own about a half-hour after running off.

He stands in the open doorway, dusky cheeks tinged copper and knocks shyly on the side of the frame.

Monty glances up from where he’s snapping the lid on a container of berries and gives him a reassuring smile

"Hey, Kit."

"I'm sorry," he whispers, addressing the floor at his feet.

"I won't do it again."

Monty doesn't know if he means he won't pick all this berries again or won't kiss him again but his answer's the same, either way.

"Nothing to be sorry for. And guess what? I called Grace and she's thrilled to take the berries. I'm bringing them over now. You wanna come? See the farm?"

Kit nods, though Monty doubts he'd refuse even if it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.

"Alright, help me pack these up, and we'll go."

Together, they stack the containers in reusable paper grocery bags and carry them out to Monty’s car.

Twenty minutes later, they pull up at Chloe and Grace's cute old farmhouse, where they're greeted by Grace herself.

She's hanging clothes on a line that stretches between the corner of the house and an old apple tree and wears little denim shorts and a yellow blouse with white polka dots, tied high around her waist.

Her abundant black curls are bound up tight in a bun, probably to keep them off her neck in the warm sun.

"Hiya Montreal," she drawls, grinning and waving what looks like a pair of panties at him.

"You know nobody calls me that," Monty returns, pretending to scowl.

"Why not? Got a nice ring to it, I think." She pins the tiny piece of clothing on the line and comes over to greet us properly.

"What about you, Kit? You got a longer name I should know about?

"No, ma'am," he answers, looking anywhere but at Grace and she frowns.

"There's no 'ma'ams' here, thank you very much. You can call me Grace."

Kit flinches and whispers his reply to her white tennis shoes.

"Yes, Grace.

Her brows pinches and she looks up at Monty who shrugs and reaches over to squeeze Kit's shoulder.

"Come on. Let's get these berries inside."

Grace takes a couple of bags, too and together they carry them all in to the big, farm-style kitchen.

Grace and Chloe have remodeled a lot since they moved in and the kitchen has tiled floors, stone countertops, a big professional stove with two ovens and a deep stainless-steel sink.

They unload the berries, stacking the plastic containers on the counters and Monty rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

It looks like an awful lot of work.

"Sorry to spring this on you, Gracie. You know the berries will stay good a while, refrigerated. You don't have to do all this in one day."

"I know. And I told you, it's perfect timing. Chlo' and I have something special planned for this week's dinner party, and now there'll be pie for everyone, and jam to take home. You and Kit are coming, right?"

Once a month, Grace and Chloe invite everyone over for dinner. It's something to look forward to and the next one is set for the end of this week.

"Wouldn't miss it," Monty says, winking.

"'Specially if there's goddess-level pie on the menu."

Grace rolls her eyes and waves a hand and Monty notices a slim gold ring on her fourth finger.

She sees him looking and smiles self-consciously.

"Chlo' and I might have a little announcement to make," she says.

"We were saving it for the dinner but you might as well know now. Wedding's set for February."

"Gracie..." Monty goes and wraps her in a hug.

"Congratulations, girl. Did you ask, or she?"

"She did," Grace answers, her voice muffled by Monty’s chest, which is as high as the top of her head.

He releases her and she grins up at him.

"Took my by surprise and everything. Julian's been giving me hell about it all week."

"What? Why?"

Grace laughs.

"Long time ago, we promised each other we'd never get married, that marriage was just a stupid old relic of an outdated patriarchy and we'd stay free and wild and grow old and die together. Now look at us."

"Guess that girl's got you wrapped around her finger," Monty says.

Grace smirks.

"She sure does. In all the right ways."

Monty coughs. Grace's favorite pastime seems to be making grown men blush.

"Well, congrats again. Kit an' I'll be at the party, for sure."

Grace smiles and turns to Kit, who's been watching and listening with wide, curious eyes and reaches out to tug on one of his tightly coiled springs of golden hair.

"You better be. Don't wanna miss my signature blackberry barbecue sauce. I'll even commit blasphemy and put it on some tofu for you, Monty."

She winks and Monty laughs.

"Well, don't go risking your soul on my account but I'm looking forward to it. Pass my congratulations on to Chloe, you gals deserve all the happiness."

"Nah, not all of it." She grins and hits his arm playfully.

"You deserve some, too."

Monty laughs again, a bit self-consciously and they say their goodbyes.

As they drive home, Kit speaks up on his own for the first time.

"What is Grace?" he asks.

"What do you mean?"

"She isn't a Wolf."

"Oh, no, she isn't. She's a librarian."

"A...?"

"She's human, I mean."

"Oh."

A few minutes pass in silence and then he speaks again.

"Is everyone here like them, and your brothers?"

"Like what?"

Monty glances over at Kit and sees his cheeks tinged dark copper again.

"Mated. With someone who's... the same gender."

"Oh, that. Well, I guess maybe more than you'd expect. Grace is all about girls and so is Chloe, I think. Most of my siblings are open minded, I guess." Monty shrugs. "Like, if we met the right person and fell in love and knew they were our heart's mate, sex or gender wouldn't matter. Noah calls it 'pansexual' or 'pan-romantic' in his case. He and Dane are the only ones with same-sex mates, though."

“Are you like that?" Kit asks, his voice quiet but keen with curiosity

."Uh..."

Monty shifts awkwardly and puts his window down for some air.

For such a timid guy, he sure is forward with the questions.

"Well... I've dated girls and guys before but I don't know if I've got a preference."

The truth is, his lack of experience is embarrassing.

While it's not uncommon for Wolves to have only one or two relationships before choosing a Mate, it is unusual for a Wolf to get to his age without having done so.

Fortunately, Kit seems satisfied with Monty’s answer and falls silent.

They're almost home when he speaks again.

"You're lucky," Kit says.

"When my pack found out I couldn't take a female mate, they hated me even more than they already did. Giving me to Ferrault was just the final punishment, since I wasn't good for anything else, I might as well be his toy."

"What do you mean you 'couldn't take a female mate?'" Monty asks.

"Wouldn't you still bond, once mated, even if you weren't attracted at first?"

Kiit looks out the window.

"I'm not a full Wolf, remember?"

Monty isn’t sure why that would matter, in fact, it seems it would make it easier, rather than harder, to take an undesired partner.

"Well, you're here now and as you've seen, we're different that way. Here, love is love."

"Love," Kit echoes softly, as if he's trying out the sound of the word and says nothing more.

That night, Monty goes to sleep on the couch again but once more a crash and muffled shout rouse him in the early hours.

In his room, Monty finds Kit in the same place he had once before, tucked in the corner between the dresser and the wall, wrapped in a blanket and shivering violently.

Worried his fever has somehow returned, Monty reaches to feel his brow, before he can touch him, though, Kit reaches for me in return and falls into his arms in a shaking heap.

"Monty!"

His voice is a breathless whisper and his whole body trembles.

"Kit? What's wrong?"

"I didn't, I didn't think it would happen this soon," he gasps, his dark eyes wide and wild, locked with mine.

"Please, ah!"

Alarmed, Monty pulls Kit onto his lap as he arches and then goes half limp.

"Whoa, Kit. I don't understand. What's happening?"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, clutching at the front of my shirt.

"I'm sorry, Monty but I need to you claim me. Claim me, now. Please, claim me as yours, before I lose this life."

"Lose this...? Claim you? What the hell's that mean? Kit!"

Monty shakes him as his hold on him goes slack, his violent shivers subsiding as he slides towards unconsciousness.

Kit feels so light and insubstantial in his arms, Monty fights the urge to crush him to me just to hold on.

"Shit."

Monty grasps the back of Kit’s neck to support his head and scrambles to think.

"The hell, Kit? Help me out here. Like am I just 'sposed to say it, or what?"

Kit doesn't reply, his breath coming in quick little gasps and his eyes fixed on something Monty can't see, wide and unblinking.

"Fuck it," Monty swears, lifting Kit against his chest.

"I claim you, Kit. I claim you, alright? I claim..."

Monty’s eyes go to Kit��s mouth and he remembers the feel of his lips on his, so soft and sweet, stained with blackberries, summer heat and shades of relief and instinct takes over.

Monty lifts him, one arm beneath his shoulders and kisses him.

"I claim you," he say against Kit’s lips.

"So let me keep you, please. Stay with me. I claim you and if you want me, you're all mine."

Monty kisses him again, feeling his hot, quick breath on his face, his heart racing with a mix of fear and confused hopes.

Kit quiets, his eyes sliding closed as he goes still and for a moment Monty fears he’s done it wrong, that whatever he wanted me to do, he failed him.

Just as he failed another who counted on him to keep him safe.

Then Kit sighs, takes a deep breath and his lips curve in the slightest smile.

When he opens his eyes, they're black as night and filled with a dark summer heat.

Looping his arms around Monty’s neck, he pulls him down and kisses him with a soft, slow tenderness that fills the giant of a man with all the promises of wild freedom he'd never felt before.

"Monty," Kit breathes and smiles.

"I'm all yours."

Then he sighs, tucks his head against Monty’s chest and falls asleep.

Monty sit for a full five minutes without moving, Kit cradled in my arms.

His brain still struggles to catch up with whatever the fuck just happened but he’s relieved that whatever the crisis was, at least it's over.

It reminded him of Ian Foley's story of bonding with his incubus mate but Kit wasn't a demon.

Sam Asato would've known if he was.

Then again, Ambrose Thorne had said he wasn't telling us everything and that seems true enough.

Sighing, Monty gathers Kit up and carries him back to bed, where he lays him down carefully and covers him with the quilt.

Monty: ‘And then I stand there, staring at him like a gigantic creep.’

Monty had intended to go back to the couch but somehow he can't tear myself away.

Another five minutes pass like that and then he gives in and crawls beneath the covers at Kit’s side.

He meant to keep a respectful space between them but Kit makes a soft, contented sound in his throat and rolls over, curling himself close against Monty’s side.

He lies there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, intensely aware of the strangely fragile, beautiful man beside him and reliving that kiss in his mind.

Finally, between one thought and the next, Monty falls asleep.

When he wakes, it's just before dawn, the light from the window a pale bluish gray,and the space at his side is empty.

Alarmed, he sits up.

"Kit?"

There's no sign of him.

On the other hand, at the foot of his bed, a pretty little snow white fox lies curled up, fast asleep.

And, oddly, it seems to have more than the usual number of tails.

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so a big thing is the fact that Kriss and Abby’s wedding was supposed to be the 9th - someone posted a picture of him in Cali - like San Diego either yesterday or today. Kriss also deleted all of their pictures today and Abby deleted the paid promo insta video she had up earlier of the two of them picking out their rings.

Sara Civ was going to be a bridesmaid, she stayed an extra day in Montreal post draft.

The Ian Cole ness of it hasn’t been confirmed buttttt everything else seems spicy there

#anon #answered

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three-headed-monster · 2 years

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okay but bestie thoms story literally had me saying last night that this was his firstsecond wedding-bride fit for the big canada wedding not the real one but you already know and now i need to talk about their weddings stat

yess bestie of course!

1st wedding: in vegas, after frozen four but before bords heads to san jose. they've looked at the paperwork for legal marriage in nevada in advance, so really they just need to go to the chapel to sign the paperwork and say i do. josh richards is their witness because he's the only one who had enough money to buy a plane ticket there under such short notice and also the only one who was free. he never shuts up about it.

2nd wedding: in montreal in the summer, after they break the news to their parents and get yelled at for not having any family there to see them get married. pat makes them have a wedding, but to make things fair and because they're extra, they decide to have TWO. seb pays for the first one. they get married, again, in a church in sherbonne and have a huge, wild party after. bords wears a white suit.

3rd wedding: smaller, mainly close friends and family who couldn't make the first one. over all star weekend break. on the beach, nolan moyle fake officiates. pat ends up paying more than seb, even though the reception is basically at their house and on the adjacent beach. bords drops his ring in the ocean so briss promises to buy him a bigger rock. everything else is perfect. life is good.

#ask #1934 #they're MARRIED #cici tag

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The Symbolism of Wedding Bands and Rings

Wedding bands, cherished for eons, bear deep symbolism in matrimonial traditions. These precious adornments transcend mere jewelry, embodying the essence of enduring love and the promise of shared tomorrows. Our exploration embarks on a journey through time, unraveling the historical tapestry, cultural interpretations, and contemporary relevance of these timeless emblems of devotion.

Historical Significance of Wedding Bands and Rings

The tradition of wedding bands and rings harkens back to ancient Egypt, some 4800 years ago, and has a remarkable history. In the eyes of the Egyptians, the circle represented eternity, and thus, the ring became a symbol of eternal love and commitment between spouses. Worn on the fourth finger of the left hand, it was believed to encompass the “Vena Amoris”, or 'vein of love,' directly connected to the heart, underscoring the depth of affection.

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In today's dynamic landscape, couples exploring the world of wedding bands and rings, whether in Montreal or elsewhere, encounter a wealth of choices to align their choices with their distinctive love stories. A search for wedding ring Montreal reveals a treasure trove of options for those seeking timeless symbols of devotion.

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Feel-good stories of 2022: From generous communities to octopus hugs

Canadians made the most of 2022 through community, leaning on each other and a few hilarious videos in between.

It has been a year marked by Canadians helping neighbours during snowstorms, random acts of kindness and some amazing encounters with wildlife.

Here are some of the heartwarming stories that made 2022 a year to remember.

RALLYING COMMUNITIES

After Wynston Martin, a seven-year-old boy from Opaskwayak Cree Nation, Man., had his collection of hockey cards stolen in an act of bullying, the community rallied behind him. In only a few weeks Canadians from B.C to P.E.I. sent Martin almost 5,000 cards to show him bullies don’t win. This generosity left him with far more cards than before, which he shared with classmates.

Another instance of fierce community support was seen in Montreal when a Korean restaurant owner received threatening phone calls due to his staff's lack of French-language skills, forcing the restaurant to temporarily close. The owner, whose mother tongue is Korean, was blown away when a sea of customers came through after the damaging complaint was left online. Residents reportedly offered to volunteer French translation services to keep the restaurant open.

A Winnipeg bus driver warmed people's hearts when he got out of the bus to help a visually-impaired passenger find a bus stop. The act of kindness was captured on video by Devon Lipscomb, a passenger who said it was something he had never witnessed before.

Passing on the generosity, Winnipeggers threw a surprise baby shower for a couple who fled war-torn Ukraine in May. Mariia and Constantin Domin, who welcomed their first child in 2022, were in shock when the community came bearing gifts to help the couple celebrate the milestone.

In Elora, Ont., a couple taking wedding photos almost had their day ruined when the groom's ring disappeared when he tossed snow up in the air. Adam Richardson and Tamar Silverbrook took hours to search for the ring before Elske de Groot, an Elora resident, walked by to ask how she could help.

De Groot posted a callout on the community Facebook page and the couple was flooded with offers from people trying to locate the ring. It was when Bryan Poletto, another community member, brought out his metal detector that the ring was found.

In Ontario, a kind stranger opened her door to Kirstin Hanson and her friend. The two were trying to go home to Regina, Sask., when their flight from Pearson International Airport in Mississauga, Ont., was suddenly cancelled in June. Stranded without a place to stay, Hanson and her friend were approached by a Toronto woman who offered them a place to sleep over.

“So she had called her husband and said we're going to take home these two Saskatchewan girls that are stranded, and so we ended up at their home,” Hanson told CTV News Toronto.

The Toronto couple ended up taking the two women on a quick trip to Niagara Falls before driving them back to the airport for the next flight to Regina.

CANADIANS ON VIDEO

A nine-year-old’s brutally honest interview with CTV News Toronto in January resonated with people across Canada and the world. After a massive snowstorm hit Southern Ontario, Carter Trozzolo was out shovelling and wishing he was in school instead.

A travel blogger from the U.S. captured a stream of Canadians saying "thanks" to their bus driver in Victoria, B.C. The video by Corrin Carlson, which was posted on TikTok, garnered over 7.4 million views and showed many people saying "goodbye" or "thank you" to the bus driver.

“I just found it incredibly endearing,” Carlson told CTV News Vancouver Island, adding she had never witnessed such courtesy before on public transit.

@thefatpassport Canada is too wholesome #tiktoktravel #fypシ ♬ original sound - The Fat Passport

Another TikTok video captured a heartwarming reaction to an act of generosity in Windsor, Ont. Danny Curtis is a longtime volunteer with The Windsor Goodfellows, an organization collecting funds for various charities in the community and best known for its holiday newspaper fundraiser. TikTok creator Zachery Dereniowski approached Curtis who was out canvassing the neighbourhood in November. In many of Dereniowski's videos, he tells a person he doesn't have money to see if they will help him out anyway. After a short conversation, Curtis told Dereniowski he would make a contribution on his behalf so he could have a paper. Dereniowski then offered Curtis $500 and his reaction, posted on TikTok, has amassed over 40 million views.

@mdmotivator “I haven’t heard those words in a long time” ❤️ (Donation L1NK L1VE) #money #kind #holidays #christmas #kindness #loving ♬ original sound - Zachery Dereniowski

Gurdeep Pandher, a Bhangra dancer, brought positivity and joy to Canada's Atlantic provinces this year. Bhangra is a traditional folk dance from the state of Punjab in India. Pandher, who resides in Yukon, toured across Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Newfoundland and Labrador bringing his dancing skills and humour. He has been documenting his journey on social media while spreading his mission statement of "togetherness" through dance.

At Peggy's Cove, near Halifax in Nova Scotia, my local friend and I marched together by the beautiful Atlantic Ocean for cross-cultural togetherness, hope, healing, belonging & joy. He played his bagpipes and I danced Punjabi Bhangra. We're dispatching positive vibes to everyone. pic.twitter.com/7ccqM07q2S

— Gurdeep Pandher of the Yukon (@GurdeepPandher) July 18, 2022

ENCOUNTERS IN NATURE

Andrea Humphreys made a new friend while diving off Campbell River on Vancouver Island. The eight-tentacle giant Pacific octopus gave her a full-body hug and a kiss on Oct. 15. The encounter caught on video is a rare moment when humans and sea creatures meet. Humphreys described the encounter as "mind-blowing."

Feather enthusiasts flocked to Thedford, Ont., to watch a never-before-seen bird in Canada. The shorebird got lots of attention as hundreds of people trekked to see the marsh sandpiper. It is an Asiatic bird and rarely shows up on the west coast of North America. Birdwatchers made sure to line up for a glimpse of this spectacular winged creature.

On the other end of the food chain, Jerry Burke accidentally caught a 50-inch muskie while fishing in Georgian Bay, Ont. Right outside his cabin, the Killarney-area angler was going for the 20-inch pike in the ice hole when the pike was grabbed by the muskie. The event, including the muskie's return to the water, was caught on video.

As amazing as nature is, sometimes it gets in Canadians' way, like the herd of bison delaying traffic in Fort Qu'Appelle, Sask. In late August, drivers on Highway 10 were halted when bison crossed the road. The sight captured on video was posted to Facebook for everyone to enjoy.

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okay this is a bit of a specific request, but i was wondered if you could write a coops fic based off of this video. maybe one of them is knocked unconscious during a game or has to undergo surgery and they’re super groggy and confused when they wake up and they’re just like “ wow, you’re my husband?” bonus points if it’s sirius and he’s like “when did i come out???”

anyways, no pressure i just saw the video and thought it was a really cute idea <333

This video is just so unbelievably cute. Oh my god. I have an angsty version of this fic in my WIPs but it felt right to do some fluff today! Hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for wooziness/ memory loss from anesthesia, mention of minor surgery

Faint steady beeps made up most of the background noise, accompanied by shuffling sounds and a sigh as Sirius moved around and blinked at the camera in confusion from his hospital bed. “Where am I?”

“Still the hospital,” Dumo chuckled behind the screen. “Same as the last three times, mon fils.”

“Why are you speaking French?”

“Because I like it.”

“I can’t speak French,” Sirius grumbled, messing with the wires trailing from his pulse monitor.

“Sirius, you’re French-Canadian. It was your first language.”

Sirius sighed again through his nose and looked up at the ceiling. “Why am I here?”

“You had appendicitis.”

“Oh. Okay.” He frowned slightly. “Did I die?”

“No,” Dumo snorted.

“Huh. C’est bizarre.”

“You are so out of it right now,” Dumo muttered under his breath; Sirius showed no sign of hearing him. The camera wobbled as Dumo dug around in his pocket, then held something out to him to take with clumsy fingers. “Here, I didn’t want this to get lost.”

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed in downright adorable confusion. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?”

“Your wedding ring.”

If anything, that seemed to make him even more distressed. “What? Why would you let me do that?”

“Get married?” Dumo asked around a laugh. “It was your choice, mon fils.”

Sirius slipped the ring on, though he didn’t look happy about it. “But—but I didn’t want to get married. Have I come out to you yet?”

“Ouais.”

“Then why would you let me get married?”

“Shhh.”

Sirius leaned back against the pillows, though he was still obviously upset. “Is my wife here, then?”

“You don’t have a wife.”

“Well if I’m married, then I have to, because I can’t get married if I’m gay and you knew that and I don’t like you anymore,” he huffed with a petulant tilt to his mouth.

There was a long pause behind the camera. “Sirius, gay marriage has been legal for seven years here. It’s been legal in Montreal for almost twenty. Also, what possible power do I have to make you get married to a woman?”

“I dunno.”

“You’re so high you forgot you have rights,” Dumo murmured in utter disbelief. “Mon dieu.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m missing an organ, so pardonnez-moi.”

“Wow, you haven’t had that attitude in almost eight years,” Dumo remarked dryly. “Can I tell your friends they can come in now, or are you going to pout at me for a while longer?”

Sirius had the decency to look abashed. “Desolée.”

In the corner of the frame, Dumo motioned toward the door with his free hand; it swung open a second later and James poked his head in. “Hey, buddy, how’s it going?”

“Oh! I know you, you have a bab—” The puppylike excitement on Sirius’ face faded into total shock—his eyes went huge and his mouth dropped open slightly as the door closed behind the newcomers. “Wh—um.”

Remus crossed the room to sit in the chair next to Sirius’ bed, reaching out to take his hand and hold it between his own with a soft smile; the pulse monitor picked up speed. His shoulder obscured the camera for a second before Dumo shifted his own chair over a few inches. “You feeling okay?” Remus asked as he tucked the edge of Sirius’ blanket back in. Sirius stayed dead silent, still staring at him. “Are you drinking water?”

“You’re holding my hand,” Sirius said faintly. His gaze flickered over to Dumo, then back to Remus. “I—wow.”

James had to turn away to hide his laughter as a blush crept up the back of Remus’ neck. “You’re still loopy, huh?” he said, pressing the water glass into Sirius’ palm. “Gotta hydrate, baby.”

Sirius, who had just brought the rim of the cup to his lips, sputtered and blushed pink all the way to the tips of his ears. “What did you just call me?” he whispered, wide-eyed. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Remus, and you better know me,” Remus teased, though his voice was fond. “Drink your water.”

“Have I come out to you?”

“Well, not officially, but I got the memo.”

“You’re the prettiest nurse in the whole world.”

“Thank you. I’m not a nurse.”

“What are you?”

“Your husband.”

“My what?”

All three of them shushed him. “There are other people here, Sirius,” Dumo told him through his snickering. “Inside voices.”

“How long have we been married?” Sirius was looking at Remus like he was trying to memorize his face, though his blinking was considerably slower than normal and wonderment tinged every feature. “Are you sure?”

“Just over a year, and I’m very sure.”

“You married me?”

Remus bit his lip, fighting a grin. “Mhmm.”

“For real?”

“Yep.”

“Holy shit.” Sirius finally looked away, turning to James in disbelief. “Holy shit. Did you know that?”

“Yeah, Pads, I was your best man,” James laughed.

“I won the fuckin’ jackpot,” Sirius whispered to himself as he ran his free hand down his face and tilted his head toward Remus again. “Dumo said I got married and I’m really glad it’s legal here because you’re so handsome and do you have pictures also I think I want to kiss you and you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, baby,” Remus said, trying (and failing) to stifle his laughter as James wiped tears of mirth from under his glasses. “I do have pictures, but you need to get some r—”

Sirius’ gasp was loud in the overall peaceful atmosphere. “We’re married. Does that mean we’ve already kissed?”

That was it—the straw that broke the camel’s back. The camera trembled for a moment before Dumo rested it on his knee while all three of them lost it, leaving Sirius with a mixture of confusion and genuine excitement on his face. Remus rested his forehead against Sirius’ shoulder and nodded after a moment, breathless. “Yes, we have,” he managed. “On multiple occasions.”

If anything, that only seemed to make Sirius happier. “Can I have one?”

“Yeah, sure, why not,” Remus said with an amused shake of his head. He leaned up and placed one on his cheek—Sirius’ chest visibly hitched and a soft exhale left his mouth.

“Hopeless,” Dumo whispered behind the camera. “Absolutely hopeless.”

“Is it legal to get married twice?” Sirius asked, still watching Remus with unbridled affection.

“To the same person?”

Sirius shot Dumo an offended look. “Obviously. That’s my husband.”

“Why would that be legal?”

The offense turned to exasperation. “I forgot about gay marriage, so pardon me for not remembering this, too.”

Remus kissed his forehead and Sirius returned to his previous awestruck state. “You’re going to take a nap and then I’ll show you wedding pictures if you still don’t remember, okay?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I love you,” Sirius repeated with a lopsided smile.

Remus closed his eyes and fought back his laughter. “I love you, too.”

“Bless your patience, Remus Lupin,” Dumo snorted.

Sirius seemed unaffected by his interruption as he toyed with his wedding ring. “Do we say that a lot?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder as he pulled the blanket up to the base of Sirius’ ribs. “A normal amount, yeah. Usually before we go to bed.”

“I love you.” Sirius closed his eyes when Remus smoothed the front of his hair off his forehead. “I’m going to take a nap, so I can say that.”

“Do you want Dumo and James to stay with you?”

“Will you stay?”

“Course I will.”

“Then they can do whatever.” Sirius tried to shift onto his side, then winced. “My side hurts.”

“Sleep,” Dumo reminded him. “You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Anyone believe in love at first sight? read a curl of text as the screen went dark. If you’re Cap, you’re lucky enough to experience it twice (this video was published with consent from all parties).

#sirius black #pascal dumais #james potter #remus lupin #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #anesthesia #memory loss

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It Takes Two

Pairing: Soft Dark!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, cheating, breakups, rehab, recovery, deception, lies, celibacy, manipulation, wedding planning, semi-public explicit, rough, sex, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, breeding kink, choking, dubiuous con (b/c of deception). Darkish! Scott Evans. This is not proofread!

A/N: @lovebittenbyevans gave me a great idea about still dealing with Chris when commenting on The One. I thought that the Chris in that fic could really go left and get pretty Dark and dirty. And then....

Anonymous asked:

Imagine Chris cheating on Y/N …

That made me think up this fic. It is a sequel to The One. I hope you like it!

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You left him.

You flew to Montreal to surprise him on set, trench coat and lingerie and everything, and when you opened the door to his trailer, you saw Heidi on her knees giving Chris a blowjob.

You cussed him out, threw the ring back in his face and turned around and left.

You blocked his number, moved out of his house and cut off all contact. You were done.

The audacity of Chris being indignant about your warnings about Heidi when he was boning her all along.

You loved Scott, but you had to cut him off too after he tried to explain that Chris was drunk when you found him, and was going to rehab to deal with his issues.

It was classic celebrity bullshit and you didn’t have time for it.

You decided to center yourself, and swear off all relationships and sex. You wanted to purge your mind of all that weighed you down.

You concluded that love, sex, and Chris Evans made you feel heavy as fuck.

You moved to New York City. It was far enough away from Chris and your folks in Houston to give you some peace.

You could still run your business and even think about a storefront. It was the perfect location to live your best life, eat healthy, exercise, socialize and network.

You fell in love with yourself, and you didn’t think much about Christopher Robert Evans at all.

Only every time you went on IG or Twitter, even though you blocked him and his hashtags. And every time you went to Target, because his fucking movies and merchandise were everywhere.

But you were cool, because you were doing you. You weren’t looking for love.

Of course, that’s when it found you.

Six months after you left Boston, you were at a natural beauty products expo in Brooklyn hawking your wares.

Your business had taken off, with almost a half million dollars in sales, and you were being interviewed by a major news outlet of color when one of the correspondents caught your eye.

You flirted, exchanged numbers and ended up going on a date. In another three months you were engaged to him.

Kevin Watts made you feel safe, protected and loved. And he wasn’t just after sex. He was well off, and secure in himself and you. It just felt right.

When Kevin proposed, it was just you and him at your favorite restaurant. So romantic.

Not like the rowdy family 4th of July party at which Chris asked you to marry him last year, in front of both your parents.

The laughter and the joy was just a little much.

This was perfect. You didn’t miss Chris at all. You set about planning your wedding with a profound sense of peace and safety.

You and Kevin were meant to be.

----

Chris was nothing without you.

Nothing but an award winning actor and producer, a multi-millionaire and founder of a major organization dedicated to bringing opposing political viewpoints together.

All of that was cool, and it kept him going, but when he lost you, he lost his motivation.

Chris didn’t take any more roles after the sequel with Heidi, and he dumped her post haste. He did enter rehab and realized that he depended way too much on alcohol to dull his emotions.

He got drunk off his ass when he was away from you because he missed you so much, and that led to him letting Heidi think that she could have him.

She’d had him physically, but never his heart. Or his mind. You owned those.

Chris followed your business closely, and was proud of your success.

Of course he followed your social media on burner accounts and saw that you were doing well.

You looked like you enjoyed being single and seemed healthy and happy.

He couldn’t ask for anything more for you.

Except to be his again.

Chris was just biding his time for your reunion, deciding to give you a year before he made his move.

Now he felt every emotion, and he knew that you must still love him too.

You just needed to realize that your life would be even better with him back in it.

The year apart would be just punishment for what he’d done to you, and when you came back together, it would be better than before.

Everyone speculated on his bachelorhood, wondering if he would settle down, speculating and gossiping about who he was with, but he just played coy and kept quiet.

No one would know that he was yours and yours alone, and that you were still his.

You just didn’t know it.

But you weren’t going along with the plan that you didn’t know about.

About seven months into his self-imposed purgatory, a complication started popping up on Chris’s feed.

Kevin.

And a couple of months after that, a post of a proposal, in a restaurant.

The asshole probably didn’t even ask or involve your folks. Chris was in a rage for a week.

He almost started drinking again, but as he got ready to drive to the liquor store, Kevin’s face flashed on his screen doing a report on the election.

Instead of making him even more angry, he smiled, elated at the thought that came to him.

Chris had a new plan, and it was going to be even better than before.

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The last three months had been a whirlwind, and you never thought it would turn out this way.

You were planning your wedding with your mother, discussing the seating at the reception, and you deciding where Chris Evans and his date would sit.

What a time to be alive.

Your mother only let it slip a couple of times that you should be marrying Chris, but for the most part, she kept it cute.

You explained to her that everything was squashed between you and Chris, and that he and Kevin had a great relationship, were friends, even.

They’d bonded over politics when Kevin interviewed him, and became buds before Chris even realized that you and he were together.

Kevin knew, but he wasn’t the jealous type, and he didn’t want to make things awkward. Surprisingly, Kevin insisted that he be at the wedding.

You thought about it and decided it would be the ultimate closure for Chris to watch you marry someone else.

You were pleasantly surprised at Chris. He was handling this very well. He never tried to contact you, and according to Kevin, never even mentioned you. That was growth.

Maybe you too could be friends.

You felt good about it. So much so that you unblocked him and started a dialogue.

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Hi.

Chris saw your number come across his apple watch and he practically did a dance. It was 9:24 pm. He picked up his phone and stared at the word, forcing himself to wait and not respond. He went to work out.

47 minutes later, he responded.

Hello?

This time, he sat and waited for your response, which came 7 minutes later.

I just wanted to say, I appreciate the way you're handling this.

Chris bit his lip, imagining you sitting there, thinking of what to say and staring down at your phone.

I’m sorry, I don't know who this is. You may have reached a wrong number?

He grinned at the play.

-----

Your heart dropped. Did he no longer have your contact?

Why would he do that?

You don’t know why you felt some kinda way; you’d blocked him.

Maybe he had changed his number and this was no longer his. Your heart was beating fast when you texted back.

Is this Chris? This is Y/N. I was just texting about Kevin Watts.

You anxiously watched the thought bubbles on imessage.

----

Even though you’d texted back almost immediately, Chris kept you hanging for just a couple of minutes. His dick was hard at the thought of communicating with you.

Fuck, you were such an aphrodesiac.

Oh shit! Y/N I’m sorry. I got a new phone.. You know how it is…

He knew you wouldn’t believe that. That’s why he said it.

You just stared at the phone. That was bullshit. You can easily port your contacts into a new phone. You just never believed that Chris would really move on. And you didn’t know why.

You had.

You took a deep breath and continued.

Lol, No worries! Just wanna say thank you for being cool with my Boo. I’m gonna turn in now. Check you later.

You tried to keep it light.

Chris ignored the ‘my Boo’ comment and focused on the thought of you in bed.

You usually slept in a tank top or t-shirt and panties, and the top would invariably come off because you got hot.

And then things would invariably get hotter if he was in bed with you….

Cool! Sweet dreams. Check you later. 😉

Chris made sure to exit your message thread and come back so that you wouldn’t see the thought bubbles that he saw when you kept staring at the text.

You were lost in the times that Chris always used to say that to you, and when he whispered “Sweet Dreams” in your ear when he was far away, you always had wet dreams about him.

And that wink.

How could a fucking yellow emoji turn you the fuck on?

You reached for your bullet vibrator as you continued to stare at the interaction.

Chis had already started stroking himself when you told him you were going to bed.

Knowing that you were thinking exactly what he wanted you to got him close, and he didn’t even have to pull up your old videos to get off.

Not tonight.

-----

Over the next few weeks. you’d texted a few times, Chris ‘made amends’ and you accepted his apology.

Then, you started texting more regularly, mainly joking around about sports, your Celtics/Rockets rivalry ever raging.

From your perspective, Chris was always appropriate and respected your relationship with Kevin. You were glad because you’d missed your friendship with him.

You felt giddy that your life was working out so well, and you traveled to your weekend getaway in the mountains for your bridal shower with a light heart.

Chris attended Kevin’s bachelor festivities with only a week to go until the wedding.

——

From Chris’s perspective, things were working out better than he’d hoped.

Scoring an invite to the wedding was more than he’d imagined, and Kevin inviting him out to his Bachelor party was just icing on the cake.

Maybe he could make Kevin slip up enough so that you would dump him before the wedding. Chris was hopeful.

If not, Plan B was the nuclear option.

-------

Kevin was following the stripper’s ass like a puppy. He was lit on booze and pills (that Chris provided) and his guard was down.

Kevin considered Chris a friend.

Chris just wanted to keep Kevin close because he was the enemy.

They were talking about you.

“She’s so fucking innocent. A sweeter angel there never was. I’ll have to teach her how to fuck.”

Chris almost choked on his water.

“I'm sorry. What now?”

Kevin just barreled on, ignoring the question.

“That's how I know I need to wife her.” He was talking to Chris, but still staring at the stripper.

“She would never chase the D. Hell, she won’t even touch mine. You know, her being celibate and all.”

Chris raised his eyebrow and smiled, which Kevin never noticed. Chris shook his head at your antics. His little beautiful love.

“That’s why I was never pressed that you are her ex. I mean, I’m impressed you were with her as long as you were.”

Chris just smiled and nodded, curious as to where this was leading.

“A man like you don’t have to put up with that. You must have punani lined up for days, bro.”

Chris’s heart lept. This dullard did not have access to your pussy. HIS pussy. Never has.

Chris could fuck a lot of people a million ways from Sunday with one text. Except for you. And you were all that mattered.

“I don’t know about all that.” Chris put on his best, ‘aw shucks’ act.

Chris was over the moon. You were still his. In every way.

Kevin kept tipping the stripper and was trying to call her over. He asked her about a private lap dance. Chris’s eyes lit up. This asshole was making it too easy.

The stripper nodded and went back to finish up her set. Chris walked over to the bar.

“Aye!” Chris summoned tha bartender over.

“What can I get you, Sir.”

“I don’t need a drink. I wanna take care of my friend over there. He’s gonna have a lap dance with Star. It’s his bachelor party. I need it to be extra special.”

Chris started peeling off hundreds so the barkeep could see.

“And I need him to have some keepsakes, so he’ll remember it always.”

More hundreds came off. The bartender’s eyes got bigger and bigger. “That’s no problem.”

Chris flashed his famous smile.

“Great, let me tell you where to send them. Wanna make them a wedding present.” He wrote down an address on a napkin.

He was now on Plan C. And it was perfect.

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A week later and the rehearsal at the church was more fun than you thought it would be. You weren’t allowed to participate, just watch, as the result of an old wives tale.

The church secretary found you in the pews. She handed you a manila envelope.

“This was mailed here yesterday, probably an invoice of something for the wedding, I put it aside for you, sweetie.”

You smiled back at her and tucked it into your purse, not wanting to distract yourself with more wedding bills.

Later, when you and Kevin were in the back of the car to the restaurant for the Rehearsal Dinner, you pulled it out and opened it. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“What the ENTIRE FUCK KEVIN!”

You threw the pictures of him fucking a stripper in his face, startling him out of staring at his phone.

He picked one up, his mouth dropped open and started talking.

“Look, Baby, Baby! I can explain!...”

“DO NOT FUCKING LIE TO ME KEVIN! WE HAVE OVER 300 PEOPLE HERE FOR OUR WEDDING TOMORROW MORNING.”

Kevin was on his knees in the back of the suburban.

“Listen to me.. Listen. I’m a man. I have needs…”

“Kevin, I swear to god….”

“Okay, okay… I admit it…”

You listened to him and your heart went silent. You couldn’t even absorb what he said.

When you pulled up to the restaurant, you straightened your dress and looked at him coolly.

“I am NOT going to deal with this tonight. Tonight was supposed to be a fun celebration of our wedding. I will decide later if it's still going to happen.”

Kevin was terrified.

“Right now, you and I will go into this place, greet our friends arm in arm and pretend that you are not a fucking narcissitic asshole who just ripped my heart to shreds. Got it?”

“Yes, but I-”

“Do NOT speak to me unless I speak to you first. Or it's automatically off.”

Kevin just nodded and cleared his throat.

You raised your chin and said, “Let’s go.”

-----

Two hours later, dinner was over, and you were lit on your way to TURNT.

Chris observed you, from the moment you entered holding hands with Kevin to the second you dropped his hand in disgust, to the way you held yourself away from him at dinner, but then put on a sweet face when everyone spoke, to Kevin, who was an absolute mess.

He figured you got the pictures. He suppressed the glee that was coursing through him.

But he couldn’t figure out why you were still going on with the charade.

Chris didn’t make a beeline for you like he wanted to, he just let the natural flow of the party lead you to him. He was talking to your cousin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around.

“Hey you.”

You cocked your head at him in that way and looked up at him, your smile brightening your face. Damn, he had to plant his feet. You smiling at him like that made him feel faint.

You both heard your cousin say something, but you didn’t pay attention, caught up in your own orbit.

“Hey.”

Chris crossed his arms, and you swore that he was recalling the time when you told him your forearms made you horny. Fuck. Chris made you wet and you were fresh out of fucks tonight.

“So, I can’t have a hug?”

Chris shook his head at your line and opened his arms to embrace you, keeping a respectable pressure and distance until you hugged him tight and pressed close.

He couldn’t help but pick you up, but he put you down immediately, cleared his throat and backed up, looking uncomfortable.

That wouldn’t do. You wanted more of his scent, his warmth, his HIM. You pouted unconsciously in your buzzed state.

Chris’s cock stirred. That fucking mouth had haunted his dreams for almost a year. He was pleased that you were flirting, but he had to work the plan. Couldn’t go too fast.

“You look… great. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow in your wedding dress. You will be a beautiful bride.”

Chris broke his voice in just the right place to convey a wistfulness, making you think that he thought he lost you.

You felt bad. Chris was so sweet. You thought about him and you thought about Kevin.

What was the difference between what Chris did and what Kevin did?

And who did you have more chemistry with? Chris.

Why were you even marrying Kevin?

You looked over at him looking at you and Chris like a lost dog.

You had no idea why you were marrying him.

“You look… Like Chris fucking Evans.” You two laughed.

“I bet you’re fighting them off with a stick.” You sideyed him.

Chris reveled in your interest in his sex life.

“Well, you know. After rehab, I’ve laid off the... physical part of my life. It only brought chaos, you know. I’m trying to be more… zen. Haven’t really had… that for the better part of a year.”

He watched your eyes get big.

“Word?” You smirked. “So you…”

Chris held up his hand. The one you knew he jacked off with. You grabbed it and started drawing on his palm. Chis pulled it back and cleared his throat again.

You pouted again. Him being hard to get made you wet.

And Chris knew that.

“So… you ready to marry the love of your life?”

Chris’s sea blues looked you deep into your cocoa browns. You were transported back in time.

“Yes.”

Then you snapped out of it.

“I mean… the church is set up, the dress is bought, everyone’s here. I guess so.”

Chris laughed as if you were telling a joke.

“I miss your sense of humor.”

You all made small talk and you caught up a little before you asked what you wanted to know.

“So what are you up to tonight?”

Chris looked at his watch.

“I’m actually about to go to my condo an turn in. I get up early to work out.” He felt your eyes sweep up and down his body, and he flexed even though he was fully dressed. It was true. Working out was a regimen. He wanted you drooling for him.

“It’s the Marvel condo in Brooklyn?”

You nodded, remembering good times.

“So you have a car picking you up?” Your mind was whirring.

“I actually have a rental.”

You gulped your drink down, not daring to look in his eyes. Now, not only was your pussy wet, your nipples were hard as hell.

“It’s in the parking garage down the block.”

“Well, I need to clear my head. I’ll walk you there, and you can drop me back?”

Chris looked down at your cute face, and then around the room, spotted Kevin and gave him a nod.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

You looked at Kevin, too. You wanted to stick your tongue out, but you just took Chris by the arm and headed toward the door.

“I’m a big girl. Nobody owns me.”

You looked up into Chris’s eyes and instantly regretted that statement. You played it off and pulled him through the door.

You didn’t talk at all the entire way, both of your heads deep in the clouds of you and him. The chemistry was crackling the air between you.

You held on to his arm, and he let you, reveling in your touch.

When you reached the parking garage, Chris pressed the button with his knuckle and you got in, headed for the top deck.

You just stared at each other, both thinking the same thing. Chris chuckled.

“You’re dangerous, night before your wedding, you probably have cold feet, I’m here. Maybe you want to be sure that you’re sure…”

You cocked your head. “Who said I wanted to fuck you, Chris Evans?”

Chris cocked his head too, mirroring you. “Who said ‘fuck?’ I was thinking you wanted to talk.”

He smirked and you scowled as the door opened.

Chris left you in the elevator stewing as he walked over to the black Tesla he’d rented. There was no other car on the deck.

You scoffed, and followed him out.

He was about to walk around to the driver's side door when you grabbed his arm before he made it. He stopped directly in front of the car.

“Do you mean to tell me that you don’t want me?” You were hot, in more ways than one.

Chris leaned back against the hood.

“That’s not what we’re talking about, y/n. You’re getting married tomorrow. To someone else.”

You smiled and reached up, fingers grazing his neck and playing with the hair at his nape. You ran your fingers through his beard. Kevin’s couldn’t compare.

“That’s tomorrow. Tonight I’m single as fuck.”

You stood on your tip toes and brushed your lips against his, reveling in the moan that came from his throat.

Chris fought to control his urge and continued with his act. His fingers tightened around your waist and you thought this was it. He turned you around in front of the car and then let you go, stepping back to pace back and forth.

“What? What is this? You’ve had almost a year. Kevin’s my friend. What do you want from me?”

He advanced on you, and you had to remember to breathe. He knew what you wanted.

“You. I want you, Chris.”

Chris attacked your lips with his own. He took two seconds to savor them before he ravaged your mouth with his tongue. You moaned and he broke from your mouth to re-discover your face, your neck, your cleavage. He had to control himself not to rip the bodice of your blush pink chiffon dress.

He had a raging hard on, which you were feeling up, remembering how you always struggled to take him. You wanted him to hurt you with it now.

“Give me this Chris… please…”

You were reaching into his pants, thumb caressing his wet, thick tip. He was leaking for you.

“Remember when you told me that I would meet you in a parking lot, and let you fuck me over the hood of your rental car? Even if I was with someone else?”

You pulled your hand out and started sucking your thumb, closing your eyes at the taste of Chris after so long. You pulled it out with a pop.

“You were so right.”

Chris practically growled, grabbed your arm and spun you, pushing your back until your chest hit the hood of the Model X. He leaned over you, pushing his covered crotch into the back of your dress, you moaned, wanting more. His mouth was at your ear.

“Oh, so you want to be my cock whore on the eve of your wedding to someone else.” You moaned because it was true.

“It’s been so long, Chris…”

He reached down in between you and flipped the flouncy skirt of your dress up, exposing you to the wind of New York City. He looked at it for a minute, your ass always his favorite.

He caressed it with both hands, pressing into you with his thumbs.

“So you want me to feel you up?” He pulled his hand back and sucked one of them, practically jumping for joy when he tasted you.

“You want me to pull your panties to the side….” and he did so, seeing your slick shine in the moonlight, and playing in it for a minute, tracing your lips and making you quiver around nothing.

The way you were moaning his name was everything right now.

Your face was pressed against the cool metal of the car, and it was the only thing tying you to the earth.

“Oh yes, Chris…. Please please yesss...fuck me… damn...stretch me out…”

Chris’s dick pulsed and he needed you around him. He moved close again and unzipped his pants, the sound making your knees weak.

He teased your cunt with his tip, collecting your arousal and smearing it not only around your pussy, but around your asshole.

“I know you’ve fucked him, but have you let him have your ass? Am I still the only one…?”

Chris was still playing the game.

“No, no, no… I haven’t let him… I haven’t given him anything. I’ve been celibate, too. It’s still yours Chris. All of me is still yours.”

Chris almost came just hearing you say it out loud. He already knew, but hearing you say it was the shit.

He pushed into you with a grunt, and it was difficult. He didn’t make it. Your cunt squeezed him out.

“Ffffuck, y/n. You’re practically closed down. Is it true?”

He started rocking his tip into your pussy slowly, both regretting and reveling in the fact that he didn’t stretch you out with his fingers beforehand. Then he decided that he wanted you to feel this fully.

You couldn’t answer, only responding with moans has he painfully breached you. You welcomed it, though.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah… yes Chris. Only you.. Since you and I….” Talking about it and the fact that you were taking him again made you wetter, and eased Chris’s way, although your pussy was already stinging with his girth. Your eyes rolled back in your head.

You would never get over this and were so grateful for the feeling again.

Chris watched you and had to grit his teeth to hold back from the reality that he was taking you again.

He leaned over you, hot breath huffing in your ear, puffing and groaning as he fucked you slowly. He was trying to feel every sensation. He wanted you to know that each and every millimeter of your glorious wet, tight pussy was his.

‘Ohhhh. Fuck Chris… YESSSS!” Your voice echoed off the concrete walls, and Chris wanted you louder.

“This what you wanted? You wanted your thick cock inside you again. Hunh? You wanted me to stretch your walls and fuck you raw, hunh?” He started speeding up in time with your moans.

“Such a fucking filthy cockslut for me, baby.” Chris grabbed your neck from the back. “Why didn’t you let Kevin hit, hunh?”

You didn’t answer, you just moaned and Chris smacked your ass, hard.

“Chris! Fuck!”

You screamed. You missed his ruthlessness when you fucked, you missed him making sure that you knew that he knew that you knew. You belonged to him.

“Please!”

“I know why.”

Chris stopped fucking you and pressed down harder on your back, reaching around to find your clit. He swirled around it once, then started to press down slowly.

“Because you would never beg him for that subpar dick that he has. You’re MY whore. You belong to me.”

He pressed down roughly, and you detonated around his dick. He didn’t have to move. Chris pulled out, leaving you cold and bereft.

You turned around and leaned up against the hood, panting and still desperate for him. He stood there in front of you, dick sticking out of his pants, which were ruined, and still rock hard and ready. He was in a quiet rage.

“Why did you leave me?”

You searched his face. He sounded like he was about to cry. You couldn’t quite see his entire face, but his eyes shone, bright with liquid. You went toward him.

“You hurt me Chris. I couldn’t stay. But let me take care of you now.”

You got on your knees in front of him, the hard concrete of the parking structure digging into your knees.

Again, you welcomed the physical pain, distracting you from what you were doing to Kevin, to Chris, and to yourself.

Chris felt like he could fly. You on your knees for him again was a dream.

He took his cock in his hand, stroking it, while moving close to you. In no time, the back of your head was in his palm, and you opened wide to accept him, hand coming up to stroke what you couldn’t fit.

“Ah, ah. Let me.”

You looked up at him to see an evil grin shine down on you.

Chris looked down on an angel trying to swallow him whole. He brushed the tears away from your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You were perfection.

Moaning around him, you relaxed your mouth and throat and let him use you. It was difficult, because you were out of practice, but you welcomed the letting go of all thought.

You dripped down your thighs as Chris pumped into you, ready to accept what he had to give.

After a few minutes, he stopped, and pulled out, grabbing you up to your feet.

Then he bent down and grabbed you by the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him and trying to grind down on his still-erect cock as he backed you to the car.

Your ass hit the hood, and Chris reached between you to first tear your panties off. He put them in his pocket as he swiped his dick up and down your dripping wet folds.

He looked back up to watch your face as he pushed inside you, now, an easier path to nirvana.

He pulsed as he watched the pleasure take over your face, with your mouth slack and your eyes glassed over. This was his main purpose in life and he almost lost it.

He brought his hand up to bring you closer, breathed into your mouth as he squeezed your throat. You were high instantly, and clamped down on his cock as your body was wracked with waves of pleasure.

Chris let your body descend back down to the car as he pumped his seed into you, his mind fantasizing that he was impregnating you.

He shook your body as the last ropes of cum spurted out of him. He ran his hand down your body as he pulled out, zipping up his pants as you came back to your senses on the hood of the car.

You stared at the stars as you realized what you had done. You sat up and adjusted your dress, gingerly climbing back down to the ground.

Chris kissed you on the forehead, and this time you let him get into the driver’s seat. You got in the passenger side and Chris reached into the glovebox and handed you some wet wipes.

“Fix your face. And your knees.”

He nodded down to your legs, which were dirty from the parking structure floor. He watched you wipe your knees off, but stopped you as you went higher.

“No. I want you to feel me all night long.”

You wanted to be a brat, but you didn’t feel like sass right about now. You felt kinda terrible.

You got another wet wipe and fixed your makeup as best you could as Chris drove you back to the restaurant.

“Chris, I…”

“I know. None of that meant that we’re back together. That was for some kind of something, I dunno, something Kevin might have done?”

You looked down, ashamed. Chris lifted your chin up with his hand.

“I want you to come to me on your own. You’ve gotten that out of your system, and I’m glad to be of service.” You looked up into his eyes and at his wry smile.

“But remember, you still have a choice. I’m here if you choose me.”

He leaned over and gave you a tender kiss in front of the restaurant.

You smiled at him and climbed out of the car, watching as he drove off.

Chris’s heart was beating out of his chest as he watched you turn and go back inside. He fought the urge to turn around. It was better this way.

----

You walked in the restaurant, and pulled Kevin over to the side of the restaurant in dark alcove.

“Listen. Do you still want to marry me?”

He looked you up and down, taking in your state, from the faint marks on your neck to your scuffed knees. He knew exactly what was up.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

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Three hours later, a sleepy Chris answered the doorbell in Brooklyn.

He smiled at you, in the Captain America t-shirt and jeans that you’d stolen from him after a photoshoot, looking like his favorite Disney princess. You.

You took him in, clad in grey sweatpants that hung off his magnificently cut body. He blinked at you sleepily.

“The wedding is off. Chris, I….”

He reached out and grabbed you, pulling you in the brownstone and shutting the door behind you. He had you pinned up against the wall as you tried to speak.

“Shut up and let me taste you.”

You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you upstairs.

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The next morning, Chris was on the phone with Scott.

“Yes, tell the workers at the warehouse to dump all the products….I don’t care, the river, the landfill…. Y/N can’t find out that I bought up all her stock…. We’re going to be married..... I know what the fuck I’m doing Scott. We leave for Aruba this afternoon. Listen, I’ll call you later.”

Chris hung up and turned to find you in the doorway, frowning and rubbing your eyes.

“We’re going to Aruba?”

You smiled and yawned, sleepily stretching. That was all that you’d heard of the conversation.

Chris gave you his stunner smile.

“Yes. It was going to be a surprise.”

He reached down and swung you up in his arms, carrying you into the bathroom bridal style.

“Now let’s get in the shower. You’ve been very naughty, gotta get you clean for your wedding day.”

You giggled as you relaxed in Chris’s arms. “It takes two to be naughty, Chris.”

He winked at you as he turned on the shower. “Don’t I know it.”

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