Arranged: Part 10 (you Make It Easy)

I am so excited about this new story by Cait!

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Out of Left Field

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself in the midst of a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation? 

A/N: This series will more than likely have smut, 18+ only please! I’m so excited for you guys to read this series, I just had to make the masterlist! Also, yes, you read it right haha. There is a week gap between Part 3 and 4. We are closing on our house and beginning our move, so I wanted to give myself time in case I happen to fall behind on writing! 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the MLB or with its players or with Chris in real life. 

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

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Part 1 - This Is Bad (Monday, August 1)

Part 2 - I Can’t Do This Without You (Monday, August 8)

Part 3 - Target Practice (Monday, August 15)

Part 4 - Stu (Monday, August 29) 

Part 5 - Now or Never (Monday, September 5)

Part 6 - Jealousy Looks Good On You (Monday, September 12)

(there will be more parts, this is just what I have completed and titled) 

Freaking amazing Cait! Always surprising what you write! Love it!

the boston brute series: surprise epilogue extension

The Boston Brute Series: Surprise Epilogue Extension

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Language, fluff, happy tears

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: this was inspired by a little tweet i saw of a mom refusing to punish her son because he stood up for his female teammate. thought it was fitting so i had to write it! THANK YOU FOR 9K!!! Here’s your gift hahaha

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

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“We have to talk to him,” you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall in the hallway outside your 17-year-olds room. It was late and you really didn’t want to have to lecture him at 11 pm on a school night, but it needed to be done. 

Chris shrugged, “It’s just a part of the game, princess. You know that.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I do. But it’s the 5th game in a row. He plays for his high school, not the NHL. If he keeps this up, he’s gonna get kicked out of the league.” 

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RED, WHITE & TRUE SERIES

a Steve Stays after Endgame AU

After bringing everyone back and returning the stones to their proper spot in the timeline, Steve hands the shield and mantle of Captain America to Sam, and then retreats into a quiet life - not totally off the grid, but certainly retired, and also looking to rest. But after a few years, Pepper Potts proposes it's time for Steve to get back in the business of helping people, pursuing the greater good. She pitches he run for President of the United States of America.

Pepper's got a spot on this political campaign team for you, as well.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] politically arranged marriage, slow burn, eventual smut

SERIES: ↠ Prologue: Upstate New York - A New Idea (Steve POV) [1.3k] ↠ chapter 1: Manhattan & Brooklyn - Joining the Team [4k] ↠ chapter 2: Las Vegas & Cleveland - Shifts in Strategy [4k] ↠ chapter 3: Houston - A Presidential Couple [3.4k] ↠ chapter 4: Fort Wayne, Toledo, Detroit - A Key Endorsement [4.2k] ↠ chapter 5: DC, Tampa, Athens - Pressures of the Campaign [6.2k] ↠ chapter 6: Athens to Miami - Revelations [7.5k] ↠ chapter 7: Brooklyn - Pre-Interview [5.8k] ↠ chapter 8: Brooklyn - The Interview [6.1k] ↠ chapter 9: Kansas City - Interview Broadcast Day [7.6k] ↠ chapter 10: Kansas to Tucson - Fallout [6.5k] ↠ chapter 11: Tucson - Refocusing [4.7k] ↠ chapter 12: Tucson & Denver - Important Conversations [6.4k] ↠ chapter 13: Pittsburgh & Harrisburg - October Surprise [9.1k] ↠ chapter 14: Boston & New York - Election Eve [9.1k] ↠ chapter 15: Election Day in New York, pt. 1 [7.2k] ↠ chapter 16: Election Day in New York, pt. 2 [5.3k] ↠ chapter 17: Election Day in New York, pt. 3 [5.8k] ↠ epilogue [2.9k]

EXTRAS: info about VP Candidate Charlie Young info about Campaign Manager Jake commentary on their "honeymoon" after the election

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ONE SHOT - Thusía

Summary: You and Chris return to one of Master A's legendary sex parties for another night of debauchery. From sacrifice, comes pleasure.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader x Ari Levinson

Warnings: 18+, SMUT (MFMF foursome, MFM threesome) sex party host Ari (that's still a fucking warning), BDSM play (Soft!Dom Ari & Chris/Sub Reader vibes but it’s a very relaxed dynamic between the three of them - titles only used in public address), Use of a nickname (Ari & Play Participants call Reader “Angel”), oral (m/f receiving), free use (not certain but including as a safety - consent is presented throughout), multiple partners (m&f), use of restraints, use of sex toys, blindfold, protected intercourse (vaginal and anal), anal play, double penetration, alcohol consumption, language, aftercare!!!, porn with some plot (and feels!!!)

Author's Note: This one shot exists in the same AU as Masquerade Eros, taking place several months after the events of that story, however can fully function as a standalone. I absolutely had to revisit my horny threesome trio for this piece. As much as I tried spinning character wheels and fishing for prompts, this story hit me almost too quickly, and I had to take advantage of the idea in full. THANK YOU: @mjolnir-steve @tuiccim @ysmmsy and @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky for Beta/Advance Reading!

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W/C: 7K

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“You’re sure about this? Ari won’t be offended if you feel you need to back out,” Chris assured you, gently cupping your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’m sure, I promise,” you smiled at your boyfriend earnestly, calming more of his nerves than your own.

The first time you and Chris had attended an evening at Ari Master A’s, the two of you ended up in a pretty mind blowing threesome with the host himself. That night also had prompted you and Chris to (finally) start dating after several years of close friendship. You and Chris had attended a couple more smaller events that Ari had hosted and the three of you had continued exploration. Ari proved to be a safe and trustworthy play partner that served to enhance your connection with Chris. A few months later, another invitation showed up for another event. This time, the invitation was more ornate, with a special invitation designated for you specifically. The ask was for you and Chris to be part of the planned programming for the evening, and requested a pre-event conversation between the three of you to consult on how the night would transpire.

As with the last time you two attended one of Ari’s parties, yours and Chris’ rules were back in play:

Stay in the same room at all times - using the restroom was your exception

No hard drug use

Use the phrase “Did you walk Dodger?” if either of you felt uncomfortable at any time.

Leave together.

Tonight was a different plan opposed to the first time you and Chris had explored with Ari, which had a natural flow and feel to it. The theme for the event, thusía, translated from Greek for offering or sacrifice. After that initial conversation with Ari and some follow-up between you and Chris one on one, you agreed to what was being asked of you, with some conditions of your own and with full support from both Chris and Ari. A color system would be in play during the evening. During the scene, Chris and Ari would maintain control of the room. Grabbing your hand for reassurance, you and Chris shared a quick kiss before you left the guest room and headed down to the party, already in full swing.

“There’s our beautiful main event,” the soft timbre of Ari’s voice reverberated in your chest as you stepped off the final stairs into the foyer. You turned with a grin at the sound of your host’s voice. “You look enchanting tonight, Angel,” he smiled, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of it. Tonight’s ensemble, a sheer white knee length sleeveless robe with a deep v-neck front closure left nothing to the imagination, white lace panties with a gold strappy heel, soft dewy makeup and hair pulled off your face and neck in an intricate style completed the look. You were the only one in white, on full display, and for good reason. You clenched your thighs together, already turned on at the idea of what was about to happen, a thrill coursing through your body. It didn’t go unnoticed by Chris that everyone in the room had taken a peek at you as you entered, pride swelling in his chest that at the end of the night, the woman already so desired by those at the party would still be curling up in bed next to him, sharing secrets and moments that no one else in that room would experience but the two of you.

“Thanks, Ari,” you smiled, gripping Chris’ hand just a smidge tighter.

“Let’s do a final walkthrough and make sure you’re comfortable with everything before we begin,” Ari opened the door to the main room, not yet accessible to the attendees. Once inside, you took in the setup around you. Two posts stood in the center of the room, secured to the ground. Toward the top of each, anchor points held a large metal ring and sturdy rope with soft wrist shackles attached. A California King bed was positioned nearby for use at any time if needed.

Chris pulled you close and gave you a deep kiss, “You’re OK?”

“Yes, I’m good,” you reassured him. “Can I have some water nearby?”

“Ari, can we make sure she has water available?” Chris asked.

“Absolutely, we’ll keep you hydrated. Whatever you need,” Ari reassured. “OK, let’s try these, make sure this is all comfortable and if we need to make adjustments, we can.”

** 20 Min Later - 10:30p **

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please join us in the main room for this evening’s opening ceremony,” Ari’s voice boomed into the foyer. The attendees moved into the main space and were greeted by you, wrists restrained in the cuffs, completely vulnerable.

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Thusía. I’m Master A - your host for the evening. Joining me tonight is my associate and co-host, Master C-” Chris stepped forward at Ari’s introduction. “- so, the theme, 'Thusía' - offerings, sacrifice, and tonight we present it in its most primal form. Here-” Ari stood behind you, gently gripping your hips, “-Master C’s offering to you this evening, an Angel.” The room applauded. “You may do what you wish with her. Our Angel has offered up her full consent for this evening’s activities. However, please note she may withdraw consent or safe word via color system at any time. Should she do either, interactions with her cease immediately. I take this moment to remind you all, house rules are still in full effect for any interactions with her. Health and safety are our top priorities. Angel, before we begin, do we, the collective, have your consent to play with you this evening?”

“Yes,” you answered clearly.

“Angel, what are your limits?” Ari followed up.

“Master C is the only person I grant consent to for any penetrative anal play. Otherwise, no additional limits,” you responded.

“Please reconfirm your safe words; verbal, nonverbal, and signal,” Ari instructed.

“Green is go, Yellow is slow down and check in, Red is full stop. If I am unable to speak, ‘uh-uh’ or snapping my fingers will both also mean full stop.”

“Good. Ladies and gentlemen, a toast - to our Angel,” The room erupted into a toast, guests clinked glassware, taking a sip of their beverages before Ari caught their attention again. “Master C, we turn to you to begin this evening’s activities.” Ari yielded the floor to Chris.

Ari stepped back from you, and Chris replaced him behind you. “Y/N, you are breathtaking,” Chris murmured into your ear, letting his hands glide up and down your sides while he peppered kisses up and down your neck. Chris turned your head and kissed you, pulling a delicate whimper from your throat, pressing his forehead to yours. “Thank you for trusting us, trusting me tonight. You are in full control over what happens from here on out. Color?”

“Green,” you murmured back to him, loud enough for just him to hear. His hands, sure and strong, slid over to the front closure of the robe, and unclipped it, letting it hang open. Taking a deep breath, your chest rose and fell as initial nerves crackled through your veins. Chris paused, removing his jacket and handing it off to Ari, folding his sleeves up his forearms before returning to you. Sliding his hands across your tummy, they moved up to cup the swells of your breasts. Eyelids becoming heavy at the contact, they closed as you relaxed back against Chris. A sense of comfort washed over you as your back connected with his chest, his hands still holding and massaging your breasts, thumbs grazing over your nipples, now almost painfully hard from the air and his touch.

“That’s my girl,” Chris rumbled into your ear, your thighs fighting to clench together at his words, gripping at the restraints while your breath stuttered. “Keep those beautiful legs apart for me,” Chris instructed and you reset yourself, fighting to catch your breath. Something Chris was always able to do seamlessly was capture your focus, making it feel like you were the only ones in the room. One of his hands moved down, greeted by the wet spot between your legs, panties already drenched from your arousal. “You’re soaked…” Chris smirked into your ear. “Is that all for me, or the fact that you have an audience?”

“Both,” you moaned in response.

“Let’s get these panties off,” Chris’ hands moved to the waistband of the lace. He kneeled down to the floor, gently sliding the fabric down your legs, his open palms smoothing along your body. You stepped out of the lace and he pocketed the fabric. His lips trailed up your leg, leaving kisses, then suddenly, stopping abruptly, noticing the string of arousal hanging from your lower lips, threatening to fall.

“Master A, please join me on the floor. Bring the shears and blindfold,” you heard Chris speak. Ari walked over, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up, similar to Chris.

“Angel, you’re dripping,” Ari mused. “Master C - you’re seeing this, right?”

“Absolutely,” Chris responded, swiping his fingers across your folds to collect some of your arousal, causing you to gasp. He gripped your chin and locked eyes with you while he tasted you on his fingers, moaning as your sweet tangy flavor took over his taste buds. Removing his fingers with a pop, “And always so sweet.” Chris extended his hand, Ari placed the medical shears into his palm. Chris cut the fabric over each of your shoulders, allowing the destroyed robe to flutter to the ground, pooling at your feet, leaving you fully nude to the room. Chris stood, and Ari took a position behind you.

“Close your eyes,” Ari instructed, and your lids fluttered shut. Everything fell to black around you, then you felt satin over your lids while the two men applied the blindfold. Chris helped position it comfortably over your eyes, and Ari secured it in the back then softly kissed your shoulder.

“Color?” Ari asked.

“Green,” you reaffirmed. You heard footsteps step away from you, the room, deadly silent, unsure of what was happening next. One set of footsteps approached you, and you heard someone in front of you stop, their breath mingling with yours.

The person kissed you, hard. The beard scraping against you and the dominance they exuded indicated it was a man kissing you, and you were certain it was either Ari or Chris. Strong hands gripped your hips, and his mouth began working down your neck. He pulled away, leaving you to pant for a moment. A subtle shuffle was heard in front of you, everything on edge unsure what was going to happen next. Suddenly, a puff of warm air, followed by a kiss to the top of your mound was your only warning before those same lips latched on to your pussy, tasting and suckling your folds.

“Ohhhhhhh,” you cried out, knees fighting to not buckle below you. Arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you steady to help you keep balance, then a face was buried between your legs, hungrily lapping at you, all while you whimpered and whined at the overwhelming sensations. An arm released your right leg, and made its way up your thigh. You felt a finger locate, then press into your velvety channel, and your head dropped back with a pleasured yelp.

“Oh my God…” you moaned with abandon, the lips and tongue between your legs working you over and a second finger pressed into you, pumping steadily. Your walls fluttered around the fingers moving in and out of you, moans and lewd slurps filling the space while other guests watched the scene play out.

The man pulled his mouth away still holding you, “You’re so beautiful Angel. All these people are watching you get taken apart, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. They’re going to play with you this evening, and you’re going to take what they give you, yes?” You recognized the voice as Ari’s, and a surge of pleasure coursed through you again.

“Yes - oh - FUUUUCK!” you swore out when Ari’s fingers padded against your g-spot. He came to his feet and pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss. You heard footsteps walk away, and then come back to you. Again, a male kissed you and you moaned into their mouth. Then they spoke, “Your first orgasm is mine, then I’m gonna hand you over to the room,” recognizing Chris’ voice, he then removed your blindfold. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Locking eyes with him for a moment, a silent check in while he inserted and stroked his fingers against your g-spot, the playful grin on his face let you know that he was more than OK with what was transpiring in the moment. He snapped you back into focus “On me,” and he lowered down while you moaned and whimpered under his ministrations. His mouth sealed over your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit, while he locked his eyes on yours, flicking his tongue and softly sucking at the hardened nub. Your moans escalated into shrieks as he dragged you closer and closer to the edge.

Chris pulled away for a moment to address the room. “Should I let her come?” He was met with a mix of cheers and the occasional “Make her hold it.” Chris continued stroking your walls while he pondered for a moment.

“Please,” you whimpered to him. “Please let me come…”

“Since she’s being so generous this evening with us, and asked so nicely-” Chris’ attention was back to you, loud enough for the room to hear. “- When you’re ready, don’t hold back. Make all those pretty sounds I love to hear, I’ve got you.” Chris doubled down his efforts, pumping his fingers aggressively in you, using his whole arm and sucked down on your clit even harder. You screamed at the sudden aggressiveness, the pressure building quickly in you. A new sensation you had never felt before was building as well, and you couldn’t put a finger on it, but you knew it felt good. Your body began to tighten, and your soft channel fluttered rapidly around his fingers while he pumped back and forth, hard against the spongy pad of your g-spot while you got louder and your breathing staggered.

“Fuck… I’m right- I’m gonna come,” the words choked out and your body tightened up even more. Chris moaned, setting off a vibration against your clit. “Please don’t stop, Oh God! - Right-” and your first orgasm of the night crashed into you with a scream. You squirted onto Chris’ face and hand, your body convulsing with pleasure. The room cheered as you reached your high, Chris pulled away kind of shocked, still keeping his fingers moving - you had never squirted with him before, and he wasn’t sure if this was your first just with him, or ever. When you sobbed out, he withdrew his fingers, returning to his feet and kissed you passionately, tasting yourself when his tongue dipped deep into your mouth. Your head dropped backward, trying to catch your breath when he broke away from you, the two of you breathless.

“Color, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t answer, fighting to catch your breath as you picked your head back up.

“Y/N - color?” Chris asked again with a touch of concern, not proceeding until he got an answer from you.

“Green - I need water, please,” you rested your head against his chest while you came back down. Chris motioned to one of the servers for water, and she quickly approached with a bottle, the cap already unscrewed. Chris held the bottle to your lips and you drank some of the contents. Standing with you, he waited, “More, please,” and he repeated the process, tipping the bottle to your lips and you drank down what you needed. Swallowing back, you took a breath and met his eyes. You smiled at him, and that was all the assurance he needed. Chris stepped back and the room remained still for a moment.

Finally, the woman you made out with at the last party approached you.

“Color, Angel?” she cooed with a slight Southern drawl that had you drooling.

“Green,” you smiled and her lips connected with yours. She was gentler than Chris, her lips and tongue much softer. She cupped your cheeks and held your face still while she explored your mouth with hers. Breaking away, she leaned down and drew one of your nipples into her mouth, using one of her hands to roll the other between her fingers. The sensation set you on fire all over again, moaning while she lavished attention on your breasts. Another woman stepped forward toward you.

“May I touch you, Angel?” she asked, eyes burning with desire.

“Yes,” a breathy response and her thumb traced your lower lip before pulling your face toward her for a kiss. Her handling of you was a little rougher, but her lips and tongue were equally as soft as the other woman’s. She broke away and lowered to her knees, her fingers swiping through your soaked folds. You made sweet little sounds, soft grunts and whimpers as the women played.

The one at your breasts broke away, and gave you a quick kiss, “Be right back,” she had a devious grin on her face, and moved to grab two other women she recognized. “These two need a taste, you good, Angel?”

Nodding with a quick yes, each of the new women kissed you and two of them leaned to take a nipple each into their mouths. The first woman got behind you, on her knees, carefully spreading your cheeks apart. She dove in like a woman starved, eating your ass while you cried out at the overwhelming sensations. Two women were suckling your nipples, one on your pussy finally connecting her lips to eat you out. Everything happening at once, it was a shock to the system. Chris watched from the side in absolute awe, Ari practically having to hold him back.

“Sonuva… fuck- my girl’s incredible,” Chris sighed, palming at his raging erection.

“Yeah, she is. I’m glad you found her, Evans. Not many can adapt to this lifestyle. She’s a natural,” Ari responded, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, she is. God, I lo-,” Chris paused for a moment, the word almost slipping out for the first time as a cry echoed through the room. Both men looked over to find your head had fallen back, the women supporting you as another orgasm pulsed through you. The room stilled while the quartet of women helped you ride out your release, each of them chaining kisses all over your body with reverence as you settled.

“You’re in love with her?” Ari cocked a curious brow at his friend.

“... Yeah,” Chris’ confidence in the word grew as a smile spread across his face. “I am. Madly.”

“You’re gonna give her the world. I’m sure of it- we’re going to chat more on this in a bit, but she just came. Hard - let’s move her to the bed?” Ari suggested, noticing how you were starting to slump more than normal against the restraints.

“Yeah, her body’s gonna need a break from that position,” Chris agreed, and the two moved over to the posts where you were as the other women backed away to allow space to maneuver. Some people moved out of the room to go explore and play in other rooms, a few stayed behind, some to observe, some to play. “I’ve got you,” Chris wrapped his arms around you as Ari freed your wrists from the restraints, draping them over Chris’ shoulders. Chris picked you up bridal style, and carried you over to the bed where he gently laid you down. He took your wrists, one at a time and rubbed them gently, encouraging blood flow back into your hands and fingers.

“Color, Angel?” Ari sat down next to you with a bottle of water.

“Still green,” you grinned at the two of them. “You don’t have to be so careful with me, guys - I’m OK.”

“I know you’re tough. We just don’t want you to be overwhelmed,” Chris smiled, holding your hand and placing a kiss on your palm. “You’re doing incredible.”

“Listen, if you’re gonna be here with me, either touch me, fuck me, or get out of here and let me play with these fine people I’ve been promised to,” you giggled and the two of them chuckled.

“OK, Angel,” Ari slowly backed away, giving you your space.

Chris kissed you passionately, “My gorgeous girl,” he mused before trying to leave you alone. However, you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Stay with me?” you asked. Chris smiled at you, toeing off his shoes and socks before joining you on the comfortable bed. You peeled the shirt and tie off of his upper body, leaving him in just his pants.

A couple approached, climbing into the bed on either side of you.

“You two look cozy, mind if we join?” the girl asked.

“Sure, always room,” you opened your arms to her and she relaxed into them, her lips crashing passionately into yours. Chris and the woman’s date sat close by, watching the two of you explore each other.

“You wanna give these guys a show?” she whispered into your ear, a coy smile on her face.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed, the fabric of her satin dress grazing your skin sent mini shocks through your body. “This needs to go.” The woman rose to her knees between your legs, sliding the fabric up her body and over her head. Once her dress was off, she leaned back onto you, hands exploring each other’s bodies, your fingers dipping down to rub her pussy through the bright pink lace panties she was wearing before the two of you worked together to get them off her body. She moaned into your mouth, and you both repositioned so she was on her back. “I wanna taste you,” you smirked into her neck while you peppered kisses along it.

“Flip around - 69, Angel,” she grinned and you positioned yourself over her face while she pulled her bra off. Her arms wrapped around your thighs and she pulled you against her mouth, nibbling and letting her tongue play through your folds as you cried out and collapsed softly onto her, coming face to face with her equally beautiful pussy. Your tongue darted out to lick and explore, her first moans at your contact sending vibrations into yours, and you closed in on her, licking broad stripes down the cut of her.

While you two worked each other over, moans, slurps and sighs filled the air, Chris and her date watched in appreciation while you two took each other apart lick by lick. The two would occasionally reach out to touch you both, soft caresses on your back, holding a hand, small moments of intimacy to keep you connected to your partners. Chris and her date exchanged a look of understanding, and her date positioned himself between her legs. You looked up, checked in with Chris and the man slipped his cock into your mouth. You blew him gently, getting used to his size (he was a little smaller than Chris, but not by too much), getting his cock spit-soaked. One of your hands fell back to the woman’s pussy, rubbing and inserting two fingers and pumping gently while she continued swirling her tongue over your folds and clit. The woman smacked your ass to sit up when she felt her date’s hands on her thighs, a signal that he was ready to fuck her, and you did, releasing his cock from your mouth. He slipped a condom on and slid home into his date. She moaned loudly into your heat, sending more vibrations through your system while he established his pace with her. Taking your hand, he guided you back to her pussy so you could rub her clit while he fucked her. Looking over at Chris, you licked your lips and with a subtle nod, encouraged him over so you could blow your man. He stood, dropping his pants and came over to you, standing while you gently gripped his cock in need of attention and slowly took him into your mouth. Chris moaned something feral - he had been watching you be given so much during the night and it was driving him up the wall in all the best ways. You finally getting your mouth on him was something he truly relished. He was always happy to share you in these situations, but at the end of the day, you were his, and he was yours. Wiggling your tongue along the underside, he groaned out, then took your head in his hands gently, and started thrusting into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks a little, letting him lead. A few moans escaped when the woman beneath you zeroed in on your clit and softly sucked on it. Chris released your face and pulled you off the woman, turning you onto your hands and knees, resting against her chest.

He trailed kisses up your spine before arriving at your neck and ear, “I need to feel you.”

“Go ahead,” you kissed him quickly. Slipping on a condom, he positioned behind you and slid home for the first time that night, causing you to moan into her chest while you lapped at her nipple, biting down slightly when he bottomed out and she cried out between that and a particularly good stroke her date gave her. The two of you continued making out, your essence all over her lips and tongue while Chris established pace, your men pounding into the both of you, moaning, crying out, brains turning to absolute mush at the overwhelming sensations and intimacy of sharing the moment with another couple.

Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him, continuing to thrust steadily into you. You whimpered and cried out while his hands roamed your body, pinching at your nipples, holding you secure against him. The man and woman shifted positions so she was on top, and she bounced up and down on him. Her release came first, shouting out and shaking on him while she gripped onto you for support. You took and kissed her palm and wrist, soothing her through the high until she was able to come down into the arms of her date. He rolled her back to her back and thrust furiously until he too found his release. Chris had held your face, uttering filth into your ears the whole time. “Watch them fucking come. Don’t take your eyes off of them.” And you obliged. The whole thing made you wetter, the sensation of getting fucked while witnessing another couple fall apart together, you nearly came from that alone. Chris pulled out of you and let you settle on your back, picking your hips up and thrusting back into you. When the woman recovered, she slid over to you and gave you one more kiss, the couple slipping away shortly after.

Chris folded down onto you, skin to skin while he continued thrusting deep into you, a reminder that you were his. He paused, stopping to give you a kiss then pulled out of you.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, we have a long night ahead of us,” he smiled at you and you held onto him, carding your fingers gently through his hair. “What’s your color?”

“Green, but I could use a break… and a drink,” you smiled up at Chris. He nodded, fully in understanding, and helped you sit up.

“Do you want any clothes?” He asked.

“Nah - I’m too fucked out at this point to get dressed again,” you chuckled and he laughed along with you.

“God, you’re fucking incredible, how did I get so lucky?” he mused, smoothing his hand over your hip and thigh.

“You brought me to the last one of these and gave me arguably one of the best nights of my life,” the shit-eating grin that spread across your face brought Chris into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so that did work? Good,” he laughed back at you, entwining his fingers with yours. “Drinks?”

** 2-ish Hours Later **

The party had been wild. Then again, anytime Ari hosted one of his infamous sex parties, it was always an intense night. Between the opening of the party to now, you had lost count of how many people you had kissed, touched (and vice versa). Up to this point, Chris had been the only person to properly fuck you. Tonight had one more element to it, and you were mentally preparing for it while people had worked you over with orgasms (which you also lost track of how many), keeping you relaxed and turned on.

You found yourself back in the main room, which had been reconfigured to one rope hanging from a crossbar in the space, with leather cuffs dangling from them. The women you had played with earlier brought you over to the cuffs and secured them around your wrists. You were left alone, while the guests watched on. You were fully hydrated, relaxed and equally tense with excitement. Chris walked in, back in his pants, sans shirt, and Ari approached you too, identically dressed.

“Safe words are still in effect, Angel. You’re still in full control,” Ari murmured the gentle reminder into your ear while Chris’ hands softly roamed your waist.

“We’re gonna go slow,” Chris spoke to you. “Starting with this,” he produced a butt plug and held it in front of you. “Color?”

“Green,” you trembled in excitement at the sight of the plug, arousal already seeping out of you.

“Good girl,” Ari kissed you softly and handed Chris a bottle of lube. He smeared gel all over the silicone toy while Ari let his fingers play in your pussy, lifting one of your legs into his arm, keeping you wet and relaxed. You felt Chris’ lube covered fingers then slip between your cheeks, massaging your puckered rose, getting you comfortable for what was to come next. You then felt the silicone against it, and you whimpered slightly as he carefully pressed the toy into you. Ari felt you get wetter against his fingers as Chris carefully moved deeper, meeting the occasional resistance.

“Relax, Y/N,” Chris whispered, waiting for your breath to settle into slow, deep breaths, “You’re doing so well,” kissing your neck and shoulders while he slowly continued pressing the toy into you. You felt it bottom out and you moaned in satisfaction. “Fucking perfect, Y/N,” Chris sighed into your ear. You babbled in pleasure, the two men attentive to you, every touch electric, making sure each step of the way you showed zero signs of discomfort.

“You’re gonna come on both of our cocks, then we’re going to fuck that pretty pussy and ass at once until you come again. OK?” Ari’s words went straight to your core, soaking you even more. You nodded in your delirious haze. “Words, Angel. I need words.”

“OK,” you fought to get the words out, but they were out. The two stepped back, letting the room take you in for a moment. It was truly a sight; your arms restrained above your head, panting for dear life in front of a room full of people who were equally excited to watch you get absolutely taken apart. Chris walked up to you, unbuckling his pants, producing a condom from his pocket. He dropped his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, and opened the foil packet while you looked on and he slid the condom on, knowing what was coming next. Pumping his cock a few times, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, giving you a filthy kiss that left you even more breathless.

“Color?”

“Still green.” Chris positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you - the feeling of his cock and the plug still nestled deep in your ass was a wildly new sensation. You and Chris had had anal sex before, but the feeling of both holes being filled was mind blowing. Knowing how big Ari was in comparison to Chris, this was going to be intense. Chris lifted one of your legs, holding you against him while he thrusted repeatedly into you. He lifted the other, letting them wrap around his waist and fucked into you hard while you shrieked and cried out in pleasure. One hand held your hips, the other dropped to your clit, swiping the nub. You keened into his touch, the sensation overwhelming. You could feel everything, the plug being nudged around, keeping you naturally wet for Chris. As a safety, he squirted a little more lube right onto your pussy, thrusting harder while your walls tightened up around him. You were close, and he could feel it. Your walls fluttered fast around him, tightening to where it was almost forcing his cock out of you, but he kept going. You babbled and cried out as you got closer, Chris murmuring praise at you while he fought to keep himself in check.

“Let go, baby, let go,” he encouraged, and Chris felt your body start to shake in his arms. Your orgasm approached quickly, and with a primal scream, you came hard, squirting again onto him. Chris continued fucking into you while you soaked him, then slowly pulled out of you, lowering your legs to the floor and finding your lips to kiss. He stood with you, carefully holding you from behind while Ari approached, nude with his cock already sheathed in a condom.

“You did beautifully, Angel,” Ari praised. “Can you give me another one?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. Without even being prompted, you dropped a color, “Green - I’m green dammit.” The two chuckled and kissed you.

“OK, Angel, I hear you loud and clear. Let me take care of you.” Ari lifted one of your legs up to his shoulder and thrusted into you. Your swollen pussy was so wet and worked at this point, it was easy to get in, but both men were quietly amazed at how tight you still were. Ari thrusted into you steadily, listening to your cries, moans and whimpers for any indication of discomfort. Chris stayed close, softly massaging your breasts, letting your nipples roll between his fingers, continuing to murmur praise in your ear. He squirted a puddle of lube onto your pussy, letting Ari spread it around how he needed. Still not entirely down from your previous orgasm, this one built quickly, and before you knew it, you were tossed into the throes of another powerful release, squirting onto Ari’s cock, too.

The room cheered as you came again, almost forgetting that you had an audience. Ari thrusted slowly, letting you relax just a little, and Chris picked up your other leg, letting it rest on Ari’s shoulder while he held you against him a bit tighter.

“Still green?” Ari asked.

“Still green.” Chris lowered down, replacing his condom with a fresh one, placing a few kisses to your ass cheeks, and carefully began to tug at the plug. You moaned as the wider part of the toy gently opened you up a bit, then felt the subtle release as the plug was pulled free. Setting it down on the stool nearby, Chris liberally applied a coating of lube to his cock, then smeared some more over your ass, pressing his fingers in to keep you opened up. Rising back to his feet, you were soaked. Ari held you securely, encouraging you to relax and breathe.

Chris slowly started to press into your ass. As with the plug, he went slowly, making sure you were OK.

“You’re OK, Y/N?” Chris asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, your breath pushed out of you as Chris continued to press into you, praising you while he sank in deeper. Ari took care to keep you and him still during this.

“Angel, you’re doing amazing, he’s almost there. Breathe,” Ari praised, kissing the upper part of your chest. You focused on your breath, slow, deep, and steady. When Chris finally bottomed out, everything went still for a moment, your mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. You had never felt so full in your life, your breath picked up and you were panting even harder. The two men released a flurry of kisses to your skin, anywhere they could reach in the positions they were in.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, your breath quick. “Fuck, move, someone move,” were the last properly formed words you were able to piece together as both Chris and Ari slowly started thrusting into you. This was the point of Thusía - the final offering; you - to two men who deeply cared for you in their own ways. Chris, your boyfriend who got to experience every piece and phase of your body, your heart, and your mind. The same man would move heaven and earth to see you happy. Ari, yours and Chris’ friend, who not only enjoyed the pleasures of your body, but the kinship you shared as friends, and a trusted mentor to you as you forayed into this erotic world.

The two of them moved together, completely at their mercy. Your cries and moans escalating as you again had never truly recovered from that last orgasm, still in that haze of a high. Your body was craving another release, and these two would give it to you over and over again if they could.

“Fuck, this feels incredible,” Chris praised, thrusting steadily into your ass, taking the occasional moment to slow down and ensure you weren’t hurting.

“So… full,” you moaned. “Don’t stop…” and you screamed out in pleasure.

Ari grunted, still steadily fucking you, fixated on your face, again looking for any sign of discomfort. The whole time, your face was tied and twisted up in bliss while the two men continued to take you apart.

“She’s close,” Ari gritted, feeling you tighten even more around his cock. Your walls fluttered again as he continued to thrust into you, dragging across your g-spot each time. Chris reached between yours and Ari’s bodies, his fingers rubbing at your clit to encourage you into that orgasmic haze again.

“I’m gonna come…” you cried - and with no more room to speak, you screamed and cried as you squirted again, you shook in their arms and succumbed to the orgasmic waves that seized control of your body. Ari and Chris helped you ride through it, and gently let you down, slipping out of you as your orgasm gushed out of you and onto the floor. The two quickly ripped off their condoms, pumping their cocks before coating you with ropes upon ropes of their cum as they came with groans and shouts. The room erupted into celebration, couples making out, toasting drinks. It felt like midnight on New Year’s Eve. Once the two released their cocks, Chris and Ari approached you, each taking a moment with you.

Ari pressed his forehead to yours, holding your face softly in his hands, “Angel, you are incredible. Amazing. You did so well.” Ari gave you a sweet kiss, then pulled away.

Chris came up to you, kissing you deeply, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” You froze, it was the first time Chris had ever said it. A huge smile formed on your face.

“I love you too, Chris. So fucking much,” and he pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Let’s go get cleaned up,” Chris smiled at you, beckoning Ari over to begin releasing your wrists from the restraints. Chris wrapped his arms around you and felt you pretty much slump in his hold once your wrists were free. Ari had a blanket that he wrapped you up in, Chris picked you up bridal style and carried you up to the guest room so Ari could conclude the night and dismiss guests.

** 20 Minutes Later **

A soft knock was heard at the door.

“Come in,” Chris called while he gently massaged any remaining tension out of your neck and shoulders. Ari walked in, clearly exhausted from the night, and sat down with the two of you on the bed.

“You, Angel, were a hit,” Ari praised, snatching a slice of pineapple off of the tray of snacks that had been delivered within minutes of you and Chris getting back up to the guest room Ari set you up in for the night.

“Shit - I don’t remember sex being that good before,” you smirked, popping a blueberry into your mouth.

“How do you feel?” Chris asked, taking his hands off of you then taking a sip of water.

“Happy. A little sore, but it's manageable, in desperate need of a bath or shower,” you laughed while resetting your hair into a more comfortable style. “Thanks for making me feel so safe tonight guys.”

“Anytime, Angel, anytime. As for that bath or shower, we can arrange either. But I wanted to pop in and just say thank you. You two are essentially now royalty at these parties, but I realize that we can’t share you forever,” Ari commented.

“I mean, if Chris is OK with it, I’m down to come back for a few more of these.”

Chris’ eyes widened in delight at the words that came out of your mouth. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” you placed a kiss on his cheek and he pulled you against him.

“How did I get so fucking lucky?” He smiled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I told you earlier, Evans, I’m glad you found her. Angel’s one of the rare ones.” Ari slid off the bed to his feet. "You two enjoy the rest of the night. Breakfast in the morning - whatever you want, and car service when you’re ready. Sleep well… or fuck well - the night’s yours. Let me know if you need anything.” With a grin, Ari shut the door and left you and Chris alone.

“I really need to get cleaned up, Chris,” you sighed, starting to feel the adrenaline leave you from the night’s activities.

“Let’s get that shower going, and when we’re finished and you’re up for it, I’ll fuck you ‘til you fall asleep.”

“Respectfully calling ‘red’ on any more sex tonight,” recalling your safe word. “I’m worn out. But I won't turn down some kisses and cuddling. Oh, I also heard a rumor that there’s someone in this room that loves being woken up with blowjobs.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows at you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Is that so?” He grinned into your neck, placing a few soft kisses along the nape. “Well, you heard correctly.”

“Well, the faster we get to sleep, the faster that blowjob happens, so shower, please.” You gently patted his cheek, and the two of you stood, walking toward the bathroom to clean up.

“Love you, my pretty girl,” he flipped on the light switch to the ensuite as you let the blanket drop.

“Love you, Chris,” and you both closed the bathroom door.

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the boston brute series: - pt. 5 (i should’ve known)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 5 - I Should’ve Known

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Legal alcohol consumption (the reader is in their late 20s). Language. Chris is an asshole. SMUT - Oral (fem receiving), protected sex. Lots of Angst. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!

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“Just do it.” 

Your head snapped over from your computer screen, eyes bugging at Layne. 

She held her hands up defensively. “Sorry. Sorry. Just do him.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. Had she not heard anything that came out of your mouth over the past hour? Layne taunted you with a look, smirking at your visible distress. 

You pinched your eyes shut, burying your face in your hands and letting out a soft groan. You’d been so on edge since your ‘truce’ with Chris and you haven’t even spoken to the man since Monday! 

Something changed between you two. You could feel it. But you didn’t know what. He had accepted your simple peace offering of coffee before skating off and since then, zip. Nada. Nothing. No accidental run-ins, no walking you to your car at night. You’d seen him on the rink, he was definitely here. Just not… around. 

Today was Thursday. And you were desperately trying to stop yourself from reading into the fact that after he skated away from you and winked that he said ‘see you Thursday’. Because it didn’t mean anything. Just that you’d see him. Probably. Maybe. 

No… Definitely. You definitely would be seeing him tonight. In a couple of hours. 

Another home game. You’d be behind the bench with him at the game. Not that he spent that much time on the bench. But still. The thought of being so close to him sent a bolt of electricity across your body, but you just pretended like you didn’t know what to make of it. 

“But seriously, Y/N. Do you actually think that people follow that clause?” 

“Yes!” You shouted incredulously. “Do people not?” 

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“Mia figa,” (my pussy) he mumbled, his large hands gripping the insides of your thighs.

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mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please), some violence, nothing crazy though. 

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Before you knew it, it was Saturday. One week. You’d been married to Chris for a week. Everyday, you got to know him better and better. You shared many laughs and late nights, talked about your favorite books, movies, favorite genre of music. The two of you were nowhere near the life of love and happiness that your mother predicted, but you were friends. 

Ever since that day with the alarm and the guns and the conversation you had with Chris about your mothers expectations of you, you stopped getting up so early. Chris insisted that you stop setting an alarm and just wake up whenever you wanted, but getting up and at least starting breakfast for him gave your days a little bit of purpose. 

Today, you had a plan. You were starting to get a tad stir crazy and thanks to the phone Chris had set up for you and your new best friend, Google, you’d found out about a carnival happening in town and were planning to ask Chris on a date. He made it very clear that he was in absolutely no rush to get anywhere romantically with you and normally, you’d be a little insulted by that, but you knew it was just him being respectful and a gentleman. You also knew that you were the only one who saw that side of him and that made you giddy inside. 

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A. Levinson has requested a private chat.

The message pops up on your screen the moment you’re about to shut your laptop and call it a night. It’s already past midnight and you’ve just ended a particularly wild livestream. Tonight, you’d done the whole innocent girl act that your subscribers loved so much. You’d asked them to suggest on the live chat all the different ways you could touch yourself. As expected, it had gone over a treat, and you’d done your highest numbers yet thanks to your loving fans.

Speaking of which, your laptop beeps again with another notification:

A. Levinson donated $500.

You recognise the name immediately. Of course, you have no clue what he looks like or who he is. But he’s a new regular on your livestreams. Thousands of people watch you but you recognise the names of those who donate frequently. A. Levinson is one of those people – and his donations are hefty, too. Oh, should you accept? You didn’t really do private chats…

The buzz of another notification snaps you out of your thoughts. Another five hundred dollars. And this time, there’s a message attached.

A. Levinson: I really enjoyed your show tonight. Could I possibly take up your time for just a little bit longer? You can name your price.

Well… he didn’t sound creepy. He was most likely an older gentleman, probably lonely with a bunch of wealth and nobody to spend it on – aka, your favourite type of customer. You hover over his name quickly – no profile picture, forty-two years old (practically double your age!), new profile. Yep, it all checked out. You’d been planning on calling it an early night tonight but perhaps you could stretch it out a little longer and give this lonely old soul a bit of an extra show… For the extra cash, of course.

You fix your hair and adjust the lingerie you’ve still got on. You hadn’t stripped nude on tonight’s livestream, and most of your viewers had been too enraptured watching you make yourself cum over and over again to really even notice. Plus, you always chose the best lingerie to wear for your cam-shows. Tonight, you had on a pretty lacy set in the softest, cutest shade of baby pink, with creamy white ribbons and detailing completing the look along with your signature pink pumps. This A. Levinson guy would be in for a treat and a half. You quickly accept his request for a private chat, easily slipping back into the character you play in your shows.

“Hello there,” you feign shyness and smile into the camera how you always do. “What’s your name?”

“Ari,” the stranger responds, his voice sounding like liquid chocolate pouring straight out of your laptop. Damn. He didn’t have his camera on but that was unsurprising – most of your fans were very shy. “I have to admit, I didn’t know if you’d accept my private chat request.”

“Well, how could I not?” You adjust the straps of your bra slowly, “I love my fans, you know.”

He chuckles, “And they sure do love you.” A pause. “You looked breathtaking tonight.”

You’re used to compliments from your fans. Comments ranging from: “you’re gorgeous” to fuck ur so hot xx” to “I wish my girlfriend looked like you” to “you made me cum so hard in my pants baby.” But the way this Ari guy says it… the way he says the word “breathtaking” – all soft, and slow and melodious and confident. Instantly, your heart thrums, leaving you feeling a tad embarrassed.

“Oh… why thank you! That’s super sweet of you to say.” You recover quickly, slipping back into your “innocent girl” character as you smile softly and avert your gaze and do that thing where you rub your arm and pretend to be all shy. It goes over great with all your other fans.

But this fan only chuckles, “You can call me Ari for now, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?!?

You clear your throat, “Were you feeling lonely tonight, Ari?”

“You could say that. I try to tune in to your show whenever I have the time. You were beautiful tonight, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so sweet.” Oh, there was that liquid chocolate voice again – all velvety and smooth and deep! You vaguely wonder what he looks like…

“Thank you, Ari. What was your favourite part?”

And okay, so maybe you’re being a bit boring right now. Usually, on the rare occasion you did agree to a private chat, you’d be a lot more flirtatious. But this man’s voice was almost putting you in a trance, making you have to think your next words so you don’t stumble over them. Gosh, none of your other fans sounded like he did! All calm and self-assured, and…

“I really enjoyed the part when you were using your fingers. You had that lost look in your eye, as though you were on another planet. I thought it was really cute.”

You giggle, shuffling closer to your webcam so he has a good view of your cleavage. The ring-light behind your camera casts a flattering, bright hue over your body, accentuating the way your breasts spill out of your bra and bounce slightly as you move closer. You think you hear a rumble escape his throat, but you can’t be too sure. Either way, you lean into the camera, “You like it when I touch myself?”

“Honey, I don’t think there’s a man in this world who wouldn’t like that.”

Another spark flutters down your spine, and you wonder why his words are making you react like this. You’ve been on the receiving end of a bunch of different compliments from your fans day after day. So… why now? Why tonight? Why him? Why was it different now?

The buzz of your laptop knocks you out of your reverie.

A. Levinson donated $600.

“Do you think you could touch yourself for me again?” He asks, his voice all velvety smooth yet rugged at the same time. And it’s a request that he doesn’t even bother to veil as a question, and for some reason, you feel a jolt down there at his expectant tone. “I would really love to see that pretty look on your face again.”

You giggle nervously before remembering to put on your innocent girl act for the camera. “Touch myself? I dunno… It’s getting kind of late, sir.”

A. Levinson donated $800.

“I told you, please call me Ari for now.”

You don’t know whether you clench from the sheer amount of money he seems to be throwing at you as if it’s nothing, or the delicious hint of authority in his tone. None of your fans were like that – they all acted like you were very much the one on charge, the one with all the power, the one who could log out and end the chat and leave them hanging at any moment. Which you could – so then why was Ari acting like he was the one who held all the power?

And why did you not hate it at all?

Slowly, you slip your hand down your body, making sure to look demure and seductive in front of the camera.

“Play with your lingerie,” he commands, “Play with those cute little white ribbons.”

“Yeah, o-okay,” you breathe, inwardly wondering why the hell you’re not taking control of your own show like how you usually do. Why you’re so okay with letting him take the lead. Nevertheless, you twirl the ribbons of your panties around your fingers, stroking the satin softly as your core begins to pulse in need. But instead of going down to touch your pussy, you keep playing with your lingerie instead, imagining that your hands are not yours, but rather… someone else’s. Someone who’s rough, tough, masculine and rugged… And hell bent on teasing you.

“Use your other hand too,” Ari says, “Squeeze your pretty tits, baby girl. They look so pretty in that pink bra.”

“Th-Thank you, da–” You bite down on your tongue just in time, mortified that you almost let that word slip out. And you think you hear a smirk on the other end of the call, but you’re too preoccupied with listening to Ari to really pay any heed. With one hand still playing with your panties, you squeeze your breast with your other. Your nipple feels hard against your palm, and your eyes momentarily flutter shut as you knead your soft flesh at his orders.

“That’s so good, pretty girl. You look so pretty and cute like that.” Ari compliments. “In fact, your choice of lingerie is one of my favourite parts of your shows. You’re always wearing something cute and girly. It’s very charming, sweetheart.”

Oh, how was he being so calm right now? Usually, your fans got themselves worked up within the first few minutes of your private chats. It didn’t take much to get them to blow their loads and their money too, and the chat would be over in about five minutes. But right now? Right now, it seems you’re the one who’s getting worked up. Quickly, you clear your throat.

“Thanks. This set is one of my favourites.”

“Is that so? Well, you have to promise me you’ll buy yourself a few more sets as adorable as this one.” Ari responds, “Cute and pink and pretty, just like a princess. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you agree, cringing at how dumb you sound. He seems unperturbed, however, and you soon grow preoccupied with touching yourself again. Squeezing your other breast while you make direct eye contact with your camera.

“Good girl. Why don’t you touch your little pussy now? I’m sure she’s starting to feel a bit neglected.” He chuckles, and you marvel at how in control he sounds, how easily the words slip past his tongue. “After all, she’s the star of the show, isn’t she?”

“She is,” you agree softly, blinking at the camera, “She’s very wet.”

“Mm, I’m sure she is, baby girl. Push your panties aside and spread your legs so her daddy can take a look at her.”

You gasp when you hear him refer to himself as that, but he seems so damned unperturbed that you feel you have to act the same. Oh gosh, when had this all taken such a turn? Never before had you taken orders from a fan in a private chat, but it’s like he’s somehow programmed you to listen to him through that velvety voice of his.

You spread your legs like how you’d do on a regular livestream, angling the webcam to get the perfect shot. Your panties are soaked when you push them aside, and you bite your lip as you use two of your fingers to spread your folds. They glisten under the lighting, your wetness trailing down your thighs and staining the rug under you.

“Such a good girl,” Ari rewards you with a compliment. “Such a good little girl with a cute little baby pussy. You should be so proud, princess.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now, do you want daddy to turn his camera on? And don’t worry, it’s alright if you’re too shy and you don’t want me to. You’re just a little girl after all, and I wouldn’t want to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Your heart lurches. Ari? Turn his camera on? Oh, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit curious to see what he looked like! To see the face that matched that insanely chocolatey voice… A nervous thrill ripples through you, but you try your hardest to remain cool.

“Y-Yes,” you manage to get out, hating how you stutter. You never stutter on your own livestreams and chats. Never. You clear your throat, “Yes. Yes, you can turn your camera on.”

A moment later you find yourself staring at a set of deep blue eyes. You blink several times. Now, you see a handsome face. A very handsome face. Bronzed skin, a thick beard. Striking eyes, high cheekbones. A gorgeous, sloped nose. Long brown hair that brushes over his eyes before he pushes it back and out of his face. Oh, he was hot! And fully dressed, too. In an expensive-looking suit with his tie loosened around his neck.

“Oh… wow, Ari… I–” You’re at a loss for words, but thankfully Ari takes the reins.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that.” He licks his lips, long lashes fluttering across his cheekbones as he blinks, “And call me daddy, baby. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, daddy, that’s fine.”

“I thought so. Now, why don’t you tell daddy your favourite way of keeping your baby pussy happy.” He murmurs softly, slowly, hypnotically.

You watch as his own hand slips down, and it thrills you to think of what he’s doing, what his camera isn’t showing. Oh, none of your other fans were as handsome as him! Or as put together or as in control! No, Ari’s energy is completely different. So softly dominant that it sends chills up and down your spine as you clamber to obey him.

Suddenly, you remember he’d asked a question.

“My stuffie, I guess.” You answer hypnotically, staring into his blue eyes that look to be so deep, so soulful. Like he was a man who’d seen everyone and everything this world had to offer. A man who’d lived an entire lifetime, a man who was, well, a man in the purest sense of the word. So virile, so mature – someone you could look up to, follow, listen to.

“Your stuffie.” Ari repeats, savouring the word on his tongue, “You stuffie keeps your pussy happy, huh? I think I remember watching one of your livestreams where you did something like that. But I’d like you to show me again, baby. Will you do that for me?”

Luckily, your stuffed teddy bear is only a foot away from you, and you quickly grab it. And it was true, sometimes you’d ride your stuffies during your livestreams. Your fans loved to watch you writhe and moan and lose yourself in the moment, watch you go from cuddling your stuffed toys to humping them and making yourself cum. Clearly, Ari had been a fan of this routine too.

You get into position, placing your teddy bear between your legs, watching how its fur goes damp as soon as it makes contact with your soaking pussy. Biting your lip, you waste no time as you start rocking back and forth tentatively. Ari lets out a rumble of approval, and you see his arm flex as he leans forward.

“That’s so good, baby girl. You like using your little friend to make you feel good?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s one of my most viewed livestreams.”

He smirks, “But you’ll put on a better show for me right now, won’t you?”

“Yeah, daddy…”

Your breathing slowly goes shallow, mind clear of any thoughts except how sexy and manly Ari sounded on this call right now. And it feels so delicious already, your teddy’s fur catching on your throbbing clit, incensing you to grind down harder.

“You have a wishlist, babygirl?”

The question is posed so casually that it somehow almost winds you. Your hips slow down and you look up at your webcam. But Ari narrows his eyes, nodding his head as if commanding you to continue, which you do. God, it was so hot how nonchalant he was being — and yet he sounded so attentive too!

“A wishlist?” You squeak, voice going high-pitched as your hips pick up pace, and you wish it was Ari’s thigh you were grinding on instead of this stuffie. Your body’s doing that thing where it feels empty, craving something bigger, more substantial…

“Yes, sweetie. A wishlist. A list of things you want. Clothes or makeup or anything like that.” He’s pumping his dick now, you can tell with how his hand’s moving. But the rest of him looks so unperturbed and unbothered, as if he’s having a normal conversation and not jacking off with a camgirl while he watches her masturbate with a stuffed teddy.

“I—um—yeah, I do…” you somehow manage to get the words out, but you’re mostly focused on cumming now. Your mind conjures up images of you naked on top of a fully dressed Ari. Him big and powerful, guiding your hips with just one hand, dragging you back and forth on his muscular thigh. Or maybe picking you up and placing you on his bulge, letting you rub your soaking cunt on it while he calls you a good girl in that deep, sexy voice of his…

“Sweetheart? You with me?”

“I, yeah, sorry!” You pant, feeling so close and yet a part of you knows you have to answer him. “I d-do — I have a list but—”

“You’re going to send it to daddy after you cum,” he tells you. “A pretty little girl like you needs her daddy to reward her after she humps her pretty little princess cunt and gets off so nicely just like how I asked you to.”

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. And it’s his words that tip you over the edge. So dirty, yet he talks in such a sweet way! Oh, a man’s never spoken to you like that! So casually talked you through your orgasm, praising you so sweetly and telling you he’d buy you everything on your wish list?! Who was this man??

“Send it to me. Now.”

You’re weak and spent, legs shaking from cumming so hard. But you quickly send him your wish list on private chat. You doubted he’d buy everything on it — all the expensive jewellery, designer clothes, shoes — especially since he’d already showered you with so many cash donations. But you send it to him anyways, and he hums in approval.

“That’s such a good girl. I really enjoyed our chat, baby.”

Your heart sinks. Was this it?

“Why don’t you show daddy your pussy again, baby girl? I want to see how messy it is now.”

Again, you obey. Angling your webcam and opening your legs for him. A part of you imagines him doing it for you, gripping your soft thighs with his calloused, manly hands so he could inspect to his heart’s content. God, he just exuded dominant energy and it was making you lightheaded. Quickly, you spread your sopping folds with your fingers, letting him see everything.

“Fuck, you’re so messy, aren’t you?” Ari murmurs, and you watch him brush his long hair out of his face. His tanned skin glistens slightly, his lips pink and plump and you find yourself just staring at him in awe.

“I-I’m messy…” you repeat, feeling dumb and spaced out after your orgasm.

“Bet you need your daddy to clean up that baby pussy, don’t you?” He licks his lips, pumping himself faster. That’s when his camera lowers slightly, and your breath hitches at the sight of the angry red tip of his dick.

“I… I don’t know… I—”

He chuckles kind of breathlessly, “You’re all dumbed out, huh? That’s alright, sweet girl. Daddy understands.” Again, he runs a hand through his hair, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at you. “I understand that little girls like you get tired easily, especially after playing with your toy so naughtily like how you were just now. That’s why you need your daddy.”

“D-Daddy…” you whimper, incapable of saying anything else except repeating what he’s saying, but you’re able to press your thighs weakly together, as if his words are just too much and you need to get off again despite being so weak.

“You need me, don’t you? To hold you in my lap, clean you up, take care of you, think for you, buy you whatever you want. Lap at your little baby cunt till you cum in my mouth. Am I right?”

Ohfuck. You feel newfound thrill ripple down to your pussy, making you clench at his words.

“I… I don’t.. I just— daddy, I. —“

Ari chuckles breathlessly, and a lock of his hair falls over his forehead, but apart from that he still looks pristine. The complete opposite of fucked out, messy little you.

“You can’t even speak straight, can you, Princess? That’s alright, little girls like you aren’t meant to think or talk anyways. That’s your daddy’s job, that’s why I’m here. All you have to do is look cute and play with your little toy on my lap while daddy does all the thinking for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes!” You cry, feeling needy and vulnerable and still a little bit confused as to how this virtual stranger has reduced you to such a blubbering mess.

“Fuck. Say it, then. Tell me how badly you need me.”

“N-Need daddy,” you blubber, vaguely wondering what your viewers would think if they saw you now. Often, you acted all spaced out and whimpery in your livestreams. But this… oh, this wasn’t acting at all. Ari had well and truly reduced you to a whimpering mess — and you didn’t even know the guy!

“I know you need me,” he croons, “Little girls like you always need their daddy. And I want to take care of you too, sweet baby.”

“Please do!” You cry, “Need you to take care of me so bad! Can’t think, can’t… I can’t…”

You press your thighs together and cum again. And it’s a shock to you, you hadn’t expected to orgasm again so quickly. But you hear Ari groan, and a moment later you watch enraptured as he blows his load, spurts of his thick cum landing on his palm. And you wish so bad you were there in person to clean him up too.

“Both of you are quiet for a minute or so after that. All you can hear is his breathing - rapid at first before it goes steady. You, on the other hand, are beside yourself. Whimpering, crying, breathing hard. You just want him to hold you - and it’s crazy because you don’t even know who he is! Not really, anyways. But he looks so big and strong even on the laptop screen, and you really feel so small in front of his eyes, but in a good way… He had a way with words, so soft and dominant that it made you want him to take care of you, and-

"Thank you, baby girl,” Ari chuckles after a while, “thank you for indulging me.”

You clear your throat, “I…uh… I… okay.”

“You still dumbed out, honey?”

You lower your eyes and nod, feeling all kinds of shy now that you’ve cum twice and your senses are all coming back. Had you really gotten that submissive and vulnerable with a viewer on private chat? Oh gosh…

“Do you need daddy to tell you what to do next?”

You nod, embarrassed at how helpless you feel. Your legs are still shaking from the remnants of your orgasm, ears still buzzing from that smooth, gravelly voice of his as he’d coaxed you through those two orgasms.

“First, I want you to send me that wishlist of yours. Then, I want you to go and take a nice, hot bath to calm yourself down, alright?”

“O-Okay, daddy,” you agree quietly.

“Mm, that’s my good girl. Then, I want you to put on something comfy and tuck yourself into bed. I know little girls like you need your daddy to do that, but for now I need you to do it for yourself. Got that?”

You nod dumbly.

“Daddy needs you to use your words, sweet girl.”

“Yes, I - uh - I’ll take a bath and tuck myself in, daddy.”

“Good girl. But I’ll need you to take pictures as proof you’ve followed my instructions.”

“I will, I will!” You blurt out, wanting to make this virtual stranger proud. Oh, you didn’t even recognise yourself anymore but you didn’t care. Not in the least.

“Thank you, baby. And one last thing.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Would you like to talk to daddy again tomorrow night?”

“Yes! Please, yes!”

“I thought so. Why don’t you give me your number, sweetheart, and I’ll be sure to make that happen.”

THE END.

Honestly wrote this super quickly so it’s probably paced like shit and not that good but YOLO. also i tried something different with the layout heheehehe LMK WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE FIC PLSSS LOVE YOU GUYS

Sending hugs and love to all of you guys! Thanks for keeping me entertained with all the fanfics!

You know, if you’re thinking about sending someone a nice message and you’re unsure because you’re shy or whatever, just do it anyway. This world lacks so much kindness, and I see people all the time talking about why receiving a sweet message was the highlight of their day. If you have the ability to literally make someone’s day by taking a moment to say a few nice words like, just do it.