Get A Life

Can you write about Chris Evans goes to a strip club and meet reader, a pole stripper dancer. She gave him her number and hooked up in a random hotel to fuck

What A Girl Wants

A/N: I hope this is what what you wanted! If you liked it let me know. I live for FEEDBACK.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Chris wasn’t particularly a fan of strip clubs. Sure, he liked looking at girls shake their ass but the idea of throwing dollar bills at some father less girl for it seemed icky to him. None the less, if your best bro wants to go to a strip club for his bachelor party then its bro code rule that you must go. 

So here he was, sitting in the corner on a leather bench seat, sipping his beer surveying the scene in front of him. A bunch of girls walking around topless in nothing but a shoelace up their crack. He had to admit he was impressed with the diversity of them all; short, tall, toothpick skinny, voluptuous. 

He was pulled out of his thought when the man of the hour, plumped down next to him “Bro get your ass up shows about to start.”

“What show?” 

“The pole show… rumour is she’s damn flexible.”

“Far out... whatever.”

Chris followed the group to the table smack bang in front of the main stage. Getting comfortable in his seat with a fresh beer, he stretched out curious to see what’s going happen next. 

Freak by Doja Cat started playing over the speaker as the lights dimmed. 

A singular spotlight fell over the gold pole in the centre of the curved platform. 

And there she was… in an outfit that can only be compared to slutty Jessica Rabbit, the lace bra barely covering her erect nipples, matching red boy shorts curved perfectly around her shapely ass. 

She rounded the pole, spinning slowly to the pace of the music. Her calf rounded against the cylinder as she floated above ground. Her eyes landing on his as he instinctively inched closer to the stage. If anyone was looking at him in this moment, he probably looked deranged, tongue peeking out from his pursed lips. The fabric of his jeans tightened as his cock hardened. 

Just when he thought it couldn’t get more erotic, she pressed her ass cheeks against the pole letting the cold metal penetrate her hole, slowly as she slid down arms behind her back. Hair falling over her face as she looked directly in his direction. Men cheered and hooted, but he stayed dead silent as he watched her with darkened eyes.  

Her thick thighs landed gracefully with a slight ripple in a split causing her tits to almost spill out of her top as she crawled towards the edge in his direction. Her breathing ragged, matching his own. He watched her red shiny lips as she mouthed to him 

“Come get a freak like me.” With a small wink only he could of caught. 

Fuck. He had to have her. 

Once her routine had ended and she had moved off the stage, he was quick to move towards the backstage area. 

“Hey buddy you can’t go back here” Quickly stopped by security at the door

“Yeah yeah I know I just want to talk to her.” He tried to shrug the man’s hand off his chest, the one thing preventing him from getting a taste of that delicious pussy. 

“So does everyone pal back up.”

“It’s ok Ricky… I know him.” You reassured your trusty security.

You appeared like a vision still in costume but now he could get a better look at your face. Coated in sweat giving you a glowy sheen. He couldn’t wipe the image of how good you’d look on your knees in front of him. 

“Hey I’m…” his voice desperate it came out almost as mumble. You had THE Captain America nervous.

“I know what you want.” You slipped your hand in his jean pocket and he immediately froze up unsure of what do with your hand so close to his hardened member.

You pulled out his phone

“Password please.” You gave him an innocent smile as he quickly entered in the code and handed it back to you. 

You entered your phone number and put your name in ‘Bunny’ he quickly scanned it. 

“Bunny” he smirked at you

“When do you get off, Bunny?”

“In 10.”

“Good I’ll see you in 20 then.” He walked away clutching his phone like it was his most prized possession.  

“Hey bro, I feel a little off I’m gonna go back to the hotel but have fun yeah?” 

“You’re such a fucking pussy but yeah whatever we’ll probably won’t see you till tomorrow night” the group of men laughed thinking he was missing out on the best night of their lives little did they know he was able to be deep in your glorious pussy.  

He gave a fake laugh “Yeah all good see you then.” He quickly exited the club meeting the cold air. Unlocking his phone, he found your number texting you furiously:

“The Lotus. Room 246. Say you’re there to see Steve. Don’t take off the outfit.”

“Done ;)”  

He walked towards the hotel, eager to get into his room. 

He paced the room with minutes to spare as he heard the knock on the door. Borderline running to answer it he found you in a long coat. He knew what was underneath and he couldn’t wait to rip it off. 

You pushed him back onto the bed, slowly you took off your coat, revealing what was now his favourite outfit of all time. 

You got on your knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt eager to release his growing member. You pulled out his large erect cock, studying the bulbous tip already oozing with precum. You immediately pulled it into your mouth swirling around the tip and releasing it from your lips with a pop. Looking him straight in the eyes.

“Jesus Christ” he groaned. 

You took notice of the neat red ring of lipstick residue that had formed on his cock. Smiling to yourself. 

You then went in taking his whole length down your throat. You intended to make this the sloppiest, dirtiest blow job he’d ever had. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you slurped his length, effortlessly licking and enjoying the taste of his manhood. You were intoxicated but the musty smell of his neatly trimmed bush above the base of his cock in which your nose found a cushion. You palmed his heavy balls in your hand, he groaned as you abandoned his cock for his balls, shoving them both in your mouth letting them feel the inside of your warm mouth. “Fuck yes baby, yeah keep doing that shit.” You stroked his cock while you circled the balls with your tongue. Increasing and decreasing your speed he was on edge unsure of your next move. He moved his hand to the base of your neck, gathering your hair into a pony.

“This ok?”

You let out a weak “uh-huh” the vibration of your approval sending a shiver through his spine. Instantly he pulled hard, fucking your throat. Your eyes started to water as his sheer length penetrated your throat. Your lipstick now smeared around your mouth and mascara dripped down your cheek. Controlling the movement of your head he pulled you off his cock.

“You keep doing that baby I’m gonna cum… on all 4s… now.” You quickly got up, wiping under your eyes, and getting into position. You dared look back to see him undressing, pulling off his shirt. 

He caught you shamelessly admiring his chiselled chest “Head. Down.” Following orders, you put your face into the soft pillow. Pulling you front down so your boobs were smooched against the mattress, ass high in the air ready for him to take you. 

You felt a pause behind you, unsure of what he was doing until you felt his large hands on your ass smooching your cheeks together then apart, playing with the skin and fat that rolled his hands. 

“So beautiful...” 

The soft tender moment was interrupted by the sharp slap on your ass. You could feel the red mark forming. 

“Do it again.”

“What was that baby?”

“Do it again… daddy.”

“Gosh you learn so quickly… good girl.” Another hard slap landed on your ass.

“We don’t need these.”  

He ripped the thin lace from your body, it barely stood a chance against his urgency to have your heat exposed… ready to devour you.

You yearned for his touch and to feel his thick, long member inside of you. Instead, your pussy was met with a warm swipe of his tongue.

He inhaled the scent of your wet cunt already seeping with juices. 

“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted Bunny.” His compliments muffled by his tongue deep in your hole. He assaulted your pussy inching around your swollen clit. 

His hand came up to give it much needed attention, pinching, and rubbing the aching nib. 

“Chris please… I need it.”

“So desperate for me baby.. whats the magic word.”

“Please daddy I want your cock”

“Ok because you asked so nicely”

You felt the sudden fullness of his cock bottoming out on your cervix. His patterned thrusts hitting your g spot every time. 

The feeling of your velvet pussy walls latching onto his cock was like ecstasy to him. Every thrust was measured and precise to optimise your pleasure.

“God, you feel so good baby… so fucking good Bunny”

Choking out moans into the sheets you were overcome with pleasure as his hands roughly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the thick flesh to give leverage to his raging movements. 

You were so close until you felt the sudden emptiness. 

You whined raising your head to see what had interrupted your pleasure.

“Get on top I wanna see your ass bounce on my cock”

“He laid down next to you and you position your ass towards his face, sliding your wetness down his chest towards his cock.

He grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance 

“Good now sit.”

You leveraged yourself on his thick thighs bouncing up and down on his cock. Overcome by the new angle yet focused on keeping a steady pace to please the man under you.

You gyrated your hips raising yourself ever so slightly up and down on his cock.

“God this is the best view” his arms crossed behind his head as he raised his hips up to meet yours with ease increasing the pleasure.

He wet a single digit and snaked his hand around your back massaging the outside of your puckered hole. 

“Oh, daddy yeah keep doing that omg”

He readjusted himself, pulling both your weights up as he sat against the headboard. Squeezing your love handles, he gave you the sign to turn around with a slap on your ass. 

Your hair was a mess atop of your head as he spun you around to meet him effortlessly. 

“Come ‘ere gorgeous”

You leaned downwards to meet his face; his beard wet with your mess as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hands travelled up and down your back coaxing you to come closer. 

You moved your mouth in rhythm with his, savouring your first kiss. 

His mouth travelled down to your jaw, leaving puckered kisses on your neck, sucking lightly on the supple skin more than likely leaving a mark.   

Pulling down your bra to free your tits. 

His mouth finally landed on your left tip taking the nipple into his mouth, he cupped your breast towards his mouth sucking hungrily. He bit the hard nipple roughly watching as your face contorted from pleasure and pain. Moving his head, making sure to give the other breast equal love and affection. 

Your hands pawed through his hair enjoying the friction of his beard against your soft skin. 

“Oh baby”

His hands travelled to your ass lifting you just above the head of his cock, letting gravity guide you back down. 

Over and over, you bounced up and down on his cock.

“Is this why they call you bunny baby.” He smirked up at you

You looked at him through glazed eyes, smiling at the delicious man beneath you. 

“I’m so close daddy”

“Yeah, baby you want to cum?”

“Hmmmm”

“Use your words baby”

“Yes, please daddy”

That was all he needed to grab your waist tighter, ramming into you from below in fast, sudden motions striking your cervix. It wasn’t long until you came undone on his cock, falling into his hard arms, your juices flowing over his cock and on to the sheets below.

“Oh god baby don’t move.”

Your body went limp as he used your wet pussy as a human flesh light. His thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, grunting incomprehensible sweet nothings in your ear. 

Sweat formed on his forehead as his whole body finally relaxed into the sheets, his arms wrapped around your petite body, running his hands along your curves.

“Holy shit” He exhaled

you finally found the energy to lift your head up and look at the beautiful man.

“Was it what you expected?”

“Everything and more” he gave you a weary smile 

“Good”

You moved off from him, rolling to the side, preparing to get in the shower and go home. His arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder pulling you back onto the bed and into his arms. 

“Ya know you can stay the night if you want” he looked at you earnestly.  

“I’d like that”

“Yeah, as long as I get that pussy again in the morning”

“You’ll get a lot more than that Mr Evans.”

With a final peck on your lips, you drifted off to sleep in the lush sheets against his hard chest. 

➧ 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲: 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐧

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | beefy frat!rugby player!Ari Levinson x nerd!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | established relationship, size difference: 6’8!Ari. SMUT - minors DNI, rimming (f), spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, hint of dacryphilia, size kink, wet and messy.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You’ll always be his number one fan.

𝗪/𝗖 | 741

𝗔/𝗡 | hi besties, here’s a drabble from this poll, i didn’t list it but wrote it anyway shh. There’s no masterlist for this au, everything is under #thick frat boy ari and drabbles are linked on my polls drabble masterlist (linked below).

˗ˏˋ𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Shudders rock through your body and your sweaty skin sticks to the cold metal as you gasp for air. A sharp slap echoes through the room, rattling off the walls of lockers, and the stark view of the entrance reminds you of just how much trouble you could be in if you were caught. 

“You gonna come for me, baby?” Wet, sloppy kisses pepper across your ass, leaving heat in its wake, “Gonna come with daddy’s tongue in your ass?”

You whine, “d-don’t say it like that—” You’re cut off by a yelp when his teeth pierce into your cheeks hard, right where his palm landed a mean spank. 

“You don’t get to act all innocent now, not when you showed up in this.” He fists the tiny cheerleader skirt around your hips, the white fabric rolled up so he could feast. Your panties are another story and lying half-torn on the tiled floor with three letters hand-stitched on the back. 

He could fuck you against the wall, hoist you up in his arms and bounce you on his cock like a little toy, but his name was on your ass—he had to get his mouth on you.  

He showered before sneaking you into the locker room and he’ll have to shower again before you leave, but he doesn’t care. He can’t fucking care when his girl was the loudest in the crowd and holding up the cutest sign: ‘THE BULL/NUMBER 3 TACKLED MY HEART’ and the cherry on top was the beautiful bouquet of roses you brought down the field after they won. 

No one has ever bought him flowers before. He often wondered how the hell you were so adorable and perfect, and how he even got the chance to be with you. Luck. He was so fucking lucky.

Saliva is smeared all over his lips, your essence evident in his thick beard, and Ari is seconds away from coming but he forces himself to hold back. Under his towel, he squeezes the fat base of his cock, “use daddy’s mouth, fuck yourself on my tongue. Or is that too dirty for you?” He spanks you again and soothes the burning flesh with his rough hand. 

“No…”

Another slap, “then fucking do it.” 

With a quiet cry, you rock back against his face, your hands searching for something to hold onto but it’s futile. That is until you reach behind and fist his hair. You yank him close, pathetic uh-uh-uhs escape your throat with every thrust of his tongue that meets your grinds. His muffled groans send shivers up your spine, you can hear how messy it is back there. 

The tightening in your stomach intensifies when he traces your rim, slobbery kisses and suckles creep to your folds and creamy hole. He can’t resist tasting your cunt and grabs your hips, forcing you to arch your back, but then he gets a better idea.  

“Rub your clit.”

“But I l-like when you do it.” You murmur, craning your neck to look down at him, only the toes of your sneakers on the floor. “My fingers don’t feel as good, daddy.” 

“For someone so smart, you’re a fucking dummy sometimes.” He spits on your puckered hole then dips forward with his flat tongue, groaning lowly when you push back against him. “You want me to be sweet with your button, baby? Or do you want me to mean? Bully it, slap it, make it hurt ‘cause it’s so puffy.”

“Pl-Please be nice…” You sniffle, eyes rolling back when his thumb penetrates your tight wet rosebud. His other hand trails up your sticky thighs, teasing your slit. “I have an essay to do, can’t be hurtin’, daddy.” 

“No? But don’t you love it when I’m mean?” He gently spreads your slick to your clit, rubbing slowly and sweetly, “Don’t you love when your button is so sensitive that I can’t even kiss it without you crying? You’re so pretty when you cry.”

With every passing second, you sink deeper into that floaty pool of pleasure. He was to blame, he was always to blame. His raspy voice, his thumb pumping in and out of your ass, and his delicate touch on your nub. 

“I luh when you kiss it, daddy.” 

“That’s not what I asked, little cub.” He chuckles softly, nibbling and kissing your flesh, “it’s okay, you get as dumb as you want, daddy’ll take care of you.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: mhmhmh big boys mmmh

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check in tomorrow for a drabble about fuckboys!ari & curtis x reader !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 —  ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

hi do you write smuts?

Yep! 💕

Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺

Bubba Part 2: Bump

A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰

"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.

"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.

At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.

Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.

"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.

You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.

You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.

Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.

“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly

“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.

He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.

“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”

“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.

“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”

“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”

“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”

Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”

You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.

Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;

“What’s wrong? You hurt?”

“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”

“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.

“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.

“I can’t just do that in public!”

“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.

Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.

You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.

“Better right?”

“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.

A request where ari levinson is married and meets his wife's sister, reader. she is a secret cam girl and is working in cafe shop. When ari found out about it, he wanted reader to give him "Service"

I’ll Take Care of You

A/N: I love Ari so this was a joy to write. BRING BACK THE LONG HAIR. Also the Camilla thing I hope everyone gets what I did there 😏  Hope this is what what you wanted and always If you liked it let me know!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Ari hoped to God his wife’s sister wasn’t as annoying her. Sure, she was nice to look out but she rarely put out and was a Grade A bitch. They had to planned to stay in the city she lived in for a weekend and 2 of his wife sounded like fucking hell. 

As he packed his bag for the weekend he was interrupted by the agitating, grating voice  

“Ariiiii!!!!”

 He gritted his teeth and forced a smile “yeah honey I’m in the bedroom”

 Camilla came prowling in the room, spotting his suitcase

 “Ha! No, you’re not bringing that… look at this it’s so old and worn.” 

 She pulled out his favourite blue button up, sure it was a little worn, but it was his favourite - who was she to tell him what to wear?

 He snatched it from her grip, “yeah no the shirt stays… come on… I love this shirt!”

 She made a scowl and shook her head in dismay 

 “Anyways, my sister said we can sleep in her spare room so cancel the hotel.”

 Great! Now she expects me to forfeit the grand he put down on the Hyatt. 

 He questions cancelling it in case he needs to escape the hell scape that will be the two sisters together. 

 Granted, he had never met her sister… only saw photos. She was a younger, better dressed and honestly prettier version of his wife but if her personality was anything like Camilla’s then he’d be turned off in an instant. 

 He threw the bags in and slammed the trunk closed. Buckling up with a sigh for what was going to be a long weekend. 

 They arrived at the sister’s apartment on the 3rd floor up with no elevator in which he expectantly carried all the bags up. He arrived at the door puffed out and sweat forming on his forehead. He dropped the excessively amount of luggage to run his hands through his hair. 

 “Don’t just dump them!” Camilla snarled at him

 “Sorry love” he returned a disingenuous smile 

 She knocked on the door and it instantly opened to her sister, but she looked different to the photos Ari saw scattered around the house.

 College had clearly made her bigger in a good way, her chest filled out her T-shirt gloriously and her shorts showed her delicious thick thighs, tanned from the sun, his adoring gaze on her was interrupted by the grating sound of his wife,

 “OMGGGG what happened to you? You look so fat!”

 You fucking bitch she looks better than you. 

 YOUR POV:

 You gave your sister a hesitant hug. “Ha-ha freshman 15 you know how it is.”

 This fucking bitch.

 With her in your arms you were able to get a decent look at her brooding husband who stood off to the wall behind her.

 He was incredibly handsome, more attractive than you’d think your sister would ever score. His thick head of hair rested just above his collar. He had a nicely trimmed beard and towered over you both, his head almost hitting the ceiling of your hallway. He huffed a strand from his head clearly sick of being your sisters pack mule. 

 He gave a knowing smirk and raised his eyebrows at you.

 Holy shit he can tell you’re staring. 

 “And who’s this?”

 “Oh yes, Y/N, you haven’t met my husband Ari!” She moved aside and he held out his free hand. His massive hand. You took it in yours and he squeezed it ever so slightly. Your heart jumped at the touch. 

 ARI POV:

 Holy shit she was checking me out. 

 Also seems like she finds Camilla just as irritating as I do given the scowl she made when Camilla had the audacity to comment on what I think is the hottest body I have ever seen. 

 “Come in, I’ll show you guys the spare room.”

 Won’t need it sweetheart I’ll be sleeping in your bed for sure.

 You settled into the modest spare room. Packing away your clothes as Camilla laid down and did fuck all on the bed. 

 Y/N appeared in the doorway leaning on the frame, peaking her head in. 

 “Hey guys I have to go to work are you two good here?”

 “We are fine sis, let us know if we can do anything!”

 “Um well my friend is driving me but I don’t have a way home and I’m closing so I might be a little late coming home cause I have to get the bus.”

 “Oh don’t be silly, Ari will pick you up after.”

 I didn’t know I’d be doing that but the further I’m away from you then fine. 

 “Yeah sure of course.” I smiled at her sister

 “Thank you I really appreciate that!”

 “No problem enjoy your shift.”

 I heard the front door close, and it was just me and my charming wife. Great!

 “Ari I’m exhausted after the drive I’m going to take a nap do you mind sitting in the living room?”

 Exhausted from doing fuck all.

 “Of course, love I’ll let you be.”

 I exited the room, turning off the light and shutting the door. She’ll be down for at least 4 hours the lazy bitch.

 Might as well look around now that I’m here. 

 Ari knew it wasn’t polite to snoop but what the hell was he was bored and had nothing to do.

 He ran his hands over all the Knick knacks on the bookshelf; the lucky cat, photos of her and her friends, succulents, and souvenirs from major cities. 

 She had good taste and he wondered what her bedroom looked like. 

 Moving across the room to the main bedroom door he opened it ever so slightly and peaked in

 “What the-“

 It had a bed. A table. A lamp. A clothes hanger – all normal stuff. But against the other wall was a pink velvet tapestry hung up over a black chaise sofa with a tripod camera set up in front of a ring light. 

 Maybe she did modelling or something. Fuck she’s pretty enough to.

 Ari spotted her open laptop on the bed. Dinging with notifications and he couldn’t help but have his attention drawn to the website pulled up, 

 CAMGIRLS.COM

 Holy shit.

 He quickly moved to the bed, closing the door behind him. Pulling the laptop towards him he scrolled through the page.

 CollegeGirl21 posted a new video 

 Ari couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his sister-in-law against the very same backdrop in her room but instead of the t-shirt and shorts, she was in a low-cut lace bodysuit, a cat mask covering her face but the legs and tits were unmistakably hers.

 Temptation got the better of him and he played the video.

 Slowly she started to rub her pussy through the bodysuit, and he could feel the hard on forming in his pants. 

 “Bigboy1990 thank you for the tip, Daddy, this is for you” she spoke to the camera 

 Holy shit she was getting paid for this shit!

 Slowly she pulled the fabric separating her fingers from her heat aside and started rubbing her lips, tantalising slow. 

 Ari had to release the now aching pain in his pants, putting his hand in them he pulled out his aching member. 

 Slowly he fisted himself as he watched her hand move. Matching her speed. He had to admit she was damn good at this, it felt like it was just him and her in the room. Listening to the word daddy fall from her lips drove him crazy. 

 Fuck he felt like such a creep watching his sister in law get herself off. Defending his choice that if he wanted to he could just go online and get the video himself, only thing immoral about this in his mind is that he wasn’t paying. But the way she looked at him today he doubt she’d ever second guess if he asked her to do it for him in person. 

 Before he knew it, he was cumming all over his hand not even halfway through the video and she already had him creaming but it wasn’t enough,

  he needed the real thing.

 She got off work in 2 hours. No wonder she needed to cam she was probably getting minimum wage for shit shifts. 

 In that moment he had decided that she’d never have to work in that shitty coffee shop again, as long as he was getting his fix of her. 

 Ari hopped in the cold shower, washing off the sweat and cum. His mind filled with thoughts of her thick thighs on his face, her little kitty tongue licking his large cock, the intoxicatingly hot taboo of fucking his wife’s sister. He needed to have her.

 He did one final look check to make sure Camilla was still asleep in bed. Out like a light. Perfect. He scribbled a quick note that he was picking up her sister and to be a nice brother-in-law he was going to take her to dinner after.

 Yeah, more like eat her pussy but that’ll do. 

 He drove across town, parking in the baron carpark. Checking his watch, he realised she was 15 minutes from the end of her shift. Peering into the café from his car he saw no one in there besides her stacking chairs on tables. Now was the time.

 YOUR POV:

 The bell over the door chimed. 

 “Hi sorry we’re clo-.” You looked up to see your deliciously handsome brother-in-law walk into the café. 

 “Hey it’s just me.” He locked the door behind him. Weird but you didn’t think too much into it.

 “Hey, sorry I won’t be long just stacking chairs.”

 “Here let me help.” He moved across the room towards you and started to stack the chairs in the same method.

 “About earlier, I didn’t think it was okay Camilla said that about your weight, I should have said something I’m sorry. if it’s any consolation I think you look great.” He gave you a weary grin.

 “Don’t worry about it she’s always been a bit-“

 “Of a bitch?” The word out of his mouth took you back a little.

 “I was going to say judgey but that fits too.” You chuckled in response

 “Shit sorry, our marriage... its... it’s not great but I shouldn’t be talking about her like that to her sister.” He seemed exhausted. 

 “Hey no I get it, I’m the one who lived with her for 16 years. I was kind of surprised she came home with someone like you.” 

 “Yeah well our marriage was more of a visa thing… I’m not from here despite my accent and we clicked at first but now I’m not so sure haha.”

 “Ahh well that makes a lot more sense as to why she’s married to someone actually attractive.” Holy shit you did not just call him attractive. 

 “Well thank you, out of curiosity how much does this place pay you?” 

 “$8 an hour.”

“Is that why you’re caming for money?”

 You dropped the chair in your hand, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud. The air suddenly became thick, and you gulped harshly. Your mind spun with responses and questions. How does he know? Does he watch me? Has he always watched me? Is he going to tell my sister? 

 Ari moved closer to her slowly, picking the chair off the ground with one handlike it weighed nothing and putting it on the table.

 His hand inched towards your face, cupping your cheek in his palm.

 “You don’t have to do that ya know? I could take care of you.”

 He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He smelt like soap and musty cologne. His calloused thumb rubbed your cheek delicately. 

 With a sudden bout of courage, you reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips. He doesn’t hesitate, quickly returning the action, engulfing your face in his gigantic hands, and pushing you up against the table. 

His hands immediately go to your waist grabbing at your shirt to pull it over your head. 

You fumble with the buttons on his shirt desperately wanting to touch his bare chest. He frees you from your shirt and your boobs drop without the support of the fabric, he grips your hips and bring you close to feel his engorged member rubbing against your pussy. You reach between you two to palm his cock in his jeans, eager to free what is sure to be a massive cock from the confines of the denim. 

Ari quickly pulls away, his breath ragged “Is this what you want... me to take care of you?”

 “Ye– Yes.”

He grabs your jaw and pulls it up to look at him. “Yes what? Come on I saw what you call those fuckers on the website. What’s my name?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you tell him, big eyes looking into his dark blue ones, desperate for him to touch you again. 

He lowers his head to the valley of breast, sucking on your nipples, biting ever so slightly to elicit a grown from your lips. “Good girl” he grumbles.

“Please Daddy… I need it.”

“Am I going to be your only Daddy from now on princess.”

“Yes! Yes! I promise.”

“You promise baby girl?”

“I promise, Daddy.”

“Good girl, bend over.”

You’re bent over the table with your sister’s husband’s hands still on your hips. 

“So, fucking slutty for the camera, I wanna see if you’re like that in real life.” He pulls down your shorts, you wiggle your ass and Ari lands a spank on it, making you let out a loud cry.

“God no panties you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

You nod in agreement not daring to speak.

He crouches down between your cheeks, admiring the glistening mess between your legs. He leans in, desperate for a taste of your slutty cunt. 

“You got this wet for me? Does it turn you on fucking your sister’s husband?” His words vibrate against your pussy. 

“Mmm yeah, all for you, Daddy.”

Ari, groan at your response, his mouth salivating from a mix of your juices and pure desire. 

He unzips his jeans, positioning his cock at your entrance.

 “You’re clearly not a virgin baby but let’s see if you can take my cock. You’ll tell daddy to stop if it’s too much though, won’t you?”

 “I can take it I’m a good slut for Daddy.” 

 He groans in response “God, you’re so good for me baby, you’ve earned a treat.”

You can feel his bulbous tip against your hole, he moves it up and down, mixing his precum with your dripping juices. 

Slowly, he pushes in his thick member, you don’t think you’ve ever had someone so big before as he moves his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He pushes against your g-spot bottoming as he hits your cervix. 

Moans leave your mouth cs Ari begins his deep thrusts, loving the feeling of your warm hole wrapped tightly around him. 

“Your pussy feels so much better than your sisters, baby.” You whine in response. 

He begins to fuck you vigorously against the table, your tits hitting the cold surface, but it does little to soothe your hot skin. “You’re such a good little slut taking my cock.” Ari coos, but you’re a babbling mess as he continuously hits your spot. 

He reaches his hand around, pinching your swollen clit, the overstimulation causes the coil in your belly to tighten and your body to go limp with pleasure. 

Each stroke of his cock and pull of your clit makes you a quivering mess, begging for more. 

Ari pounds into you relentlessly. “You’re taking me so well baby, is daddy making you feel good?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back as his mouth blows hot air into your ear.

 “Yes. Yes… Daddy”

 You manage enough strength to twerk your ass on his cock, curses flow out of his mouth at the sudden sight of your ass rippling on his cock. The movement causes his cock to move further inside of you, heightening the pleasure for you both.

“Jesus, don’t stop that baby.” With his encouraging words you bounce your hips on his member, sliding yourself on his length.

Your moans increase, without fear of getting caught or anyone hearing. He places a sharp slap on your ass.

“If you’re gonna make noise it better, be you moaning Daddy or nothing at all.” Unsure if you’re up to the challenge you stay quiet muffling your sounds in your arms as you lay stretched out on the table. 

“You gonna cum on this cock? Want me to fill you up with Daddy’s cream baby… is that what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy please!”

“Don’t cum till I say so.”

With that Ari increases his speed, his balls slapping against your skin, causing your ass to ripple from the intense collision. His grip on your hips tightens and you scream at the endless assault of your g-spot.

“Please, please, please” You beg him to give you the word so you can release the build-up in your stomach now threatening to flow. 

“Ok cum baby.” Ari’s thrust get weaker as he finishes inside of you, his sperm gushing into your hole meeting the mess that was your cum rushing to exit, he pulls out to a loud splash on the floor. A mix of your juices seeps out of your now worn-out pussy. 

You threaten to fall to the ground with it until Ari’s strong hands catch you in his grip, pulling you up with him, he turns you around to rest on his chest. 

You both stay in the spot for what seems like ages, catching your breath and waiting for your legs to return to normal. 

He pushes a strand of hair off your sweaty forehead, kissing it tenderly.

“Shit now I have to clean that up.” You giggle into crook of his neck.

“No, you don’t, you don’t work here anymore.”

“Ari, I can’t just quit.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll send you a cheque once a week, more than enough to cover rent. You just have to promise the only cam shows you’re giving from now on are for me.”

“But what about Cam-... oh, shit Camilla she’s going to wonder what’s taking us so long!”

“I told her I took you out to eat, don’t worry about her from now on she’s my problem ok baby?”

“Ok.”

Ari helped you place your clothes back on slowly and helped you into the car. 

You’d probably feel guilty about fucking your sister’s husband if she wasn’t such a bitch.

But for now, you didn’t have to work, and you had Daddy’s cock all to yourself. 

WOWWEEE

Thank you thank you thank you! To everyone who has reblogged, liked, followed or sent in request. Really didn’t expect all the love and compliments for my writing especially in such a short time posting but it’s really special. 💕

I’m back at work tomorrow so feel free to keep sending in requests but I won’t get to post them till next week - sorry! 🙏🏼✨

I’ll still be active though so please reach out if you have questions, want to get to know me, fangirl over Chris or just want to have a chat. 🥰

In the meantime, I have some drafts I’ve been itching to post so we will be going back to our regular scheduled Chris content… for now. 🤠

I am so excited to share all the fun requests I got about different actors! 🤩

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Your Chris's fluff alphabet was great. Can you write a smit alphabet?

Chris Evans | NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I cant write a smit one but I can write a smut one. Lol. But also thank you cause I love these and loved my fluff one!! If anyone wants any fics on any of the letters send it to my inbox babies x

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris will want to remain inside of you for a while after you’re both done, just catching his breath plus he likes the feeling of being inside of you but eventually you’ll shove him until he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and then slowly cleans you up, making sure you’re alright, asking you your favourite part (He loves hearing he did good, mans has a praise kink). Then he’ll make sure you pee (YOU HAVE TO PEE) because he knows UTIs aint pretty and doesn’t want to be the reason you get one. Sometimes you’ll have a shower together and he’ll wrap you up in a towel and then takes you back to bed, cuddle with you and pat your hair until you’ve fallen asleep. Sometimes if you both aren’t completely dead by the end, he’ll open the door and let Dodger back in, make you both tea and you’ll cuddle while watching a movie.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His hands calloused and rough his fingers fit perfectly around your throat, and he always knows the right kind of pressure to apply with his fingers against your skin or your pussy. You can’t get enough of his long digits deep inside of you or down your throat as you taste yourself on him. He also loves how good his hand looks around your pretty little throat, the way your eyes roll back into your head, and you gasp a little at the partial loss of air.

Everyone thinks Chris is an ass guy… and he is but your tits make him go wild. He’s arguably toeing the line over into tit guy territory. He always wants to have his face in them, even if you’re just sitting on his lap innocently, he calls them his favourite pillows. During sex, they’re always one of the main places he goes, just licking and sucking and nibbling on your nipples knowing it makes your back arch and you let out a gaspy moan. He loves the sound.  He’s also gotten very used to tit jobs and while they don’t do much for you, you love how excited he gets, mounting you and putting his cock between your tits.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Chris has a massive breeding kink, so the idea of you filled with his cum turns him on beyond belief and he wants as much of it in you as possible. Which includes shoving the oozing cum back in you with his fingers once he cums in you. Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous to him when its covered over your cheek and you show him his load on your tongue before you swallow but nothing beats a good cream pie.

The thought of putting a baby in your warm, soft womb and it being his, how nice and round your belly would get with his baby – drives him nuts. He’ll wait a little longer though for the real thing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You get a pedicure every month and always pearly white toes and Chris always asks to see them after, rubbing your feet, giving your toes a cheeky suck. He loves how they look against his cock when you tease it with your feet. It’s not an outright foot fetish but he does find your feet weirdly sexy, especially in heels or sandals. Especially the fact that they’re connected to your strong, curvy legs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has history and he’s not ashamed of it. He always says there may have been girls before you but you’re the one in his bed every night so who cares. You weren’t no angel either! He always tells you the sex with you is different and he hasn’t experienced that level of intimacy and love with anyone else, plus you two are always doing new things together so it’s not like you haven’t had firsts with each other.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

One week when Chris took you away to the cabin, he pulled out the Kuma Satra and you attempted every position in the book. Granted, some required flexibility that neither of you two could muster but it was one of the best weeks of his life. Trying out new things, you two never leaving the bedroom except for food and water. He loved it.

But the classics are still his favourite, particularly doggy in front of the mirror. This way he can see your pretty face when you cum. He loves how good you look with your back curved, ass high up in the air. He’ll bend over a little and put his fingers in your mouth or around your throat or force you to look at yourself by pulling on your hair. The angle is the best for both of you, with Chris hitting the super deep spots and you not having to do much work. He loves watching your ass jiggle and ripple when he has you in doggy, he can’t get enough of the thickness of your ass and how it feels when he rolls it around in his large hands, trying to get as much as he can.

But when he’s feeling a bit more romantic and intimate, it’s just classic missionary. He can look at your face and kiss your neck, intertwine your fingers, and hold your hands above your head. he likes it when you wrap your legs around him, trying to take him as deep as possible and the way your chest presses up against his, that alone drives him crazy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in that moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The Kuma Satra week ended a lot of the time with you both falling into each other, laughing your heads off. He likes how you don’t take it too seriously all the time and he can joke or tease you a bit. Sometimes in doggy or when he’s going down on you, he’ll make a stupid joke saying he found a mole you’ve never seen before, looking up at you smirking. Early on in your relationship you named his dick “The Captain” and while at first, he groaned and told you not to call it that, he got on with the inside joke quickly. He’ll come up behind you and say, “The Captain is on alert.” Then rub his boner against you, or text you that “The Captain misses you”.

We love The Captain.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

You banned Chris from shaving his snail trail because you just loved it so much. When he doesn’t have to shave his chest for movies, you’re the happiest girl alive. You love the big manly chest. Down low, he keeps it trimmed, it’s much like his beard in texture and length.

As for you, he says he doesn’t like hair in his food, but you were waxing way before he came along so it didn’t matter. A little hair isn’t going to stop him though so if you get lazy and let it grow, he treats it all the same. He knows better than to start telling a woman what to do with her body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Chris feels that intimacy isn’t just sex. It’s the little jokes you share or the soft squeeze of your waist to pull you closer. He’s a complete and utter romantic normally, and sex really comes into that.

He cried having sex with you once and when you thought you had done something completely wrong, he just looked up and said

“Sawrry its not you… well it is… I just got a little emotional about how much I love you and how lucky I am to be so close to you… its nothing though we can keep going if ya want. Sorry it’s probably not the biggest turn on to have a guy cry during sex” Safe to say you cried as well.

He thinks what you two have is super special and loves every second he gets to be close to you in that regard. He likes the ritual of lighting a candle, giving you a nice massage or putting rose petals on the bed just because.

He’s intense, when he’s deep inside of you, looking into your eyes and your hands are interlocked he’ll tell you he loves you with complete earnest laced in his voice. He loves that he’s able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you and only you. He thinks sex between you two is sacred and goes above just fucking – it’s an act of love and devotion for him and he makes that known every time.

J = Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

While nothing beats the feeling of you, long stretches of time away meant he had to take matters into his own hands (literally). Doesn’t mean he doesn’t take all the help he can get even to the point of spraying your perfume on the pillow and pulling out a pair of your panties from his luggage. And obviously, facetiming you no matter how tired he is. Being able to see your face and hear your voice as you egg him on sends him over the edge. He loves watching you doing your thing on camera, turning him on. He’ll lock the door and silence his phone, so all his attention is on your pretty little face.

When your miles away and fast asleep, he’ll go off the endless photos and videos on his phone of you… some with clothes on and some not…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The way you call him Daddy drives him wild, you’d never do it in front of people, but he loves hearing it. The way you release into his strong figure, letting him take control of things. He loves how cock drunk you get, unable to talk with him inside of you as he pry your mouth open with his thumb, rubbing it along your lower lip.

Pulling your arms behind your back in doggy and holding them secure with his hands is the nice and quick old-fashioned way. But you’ve got a little time, he’ll get out the fluffy handcuffs, they were a joke at first, but he loves watching you squirm, unable to touch his chest, his arms, his face or your clit, desperate for a release.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom obviously is the top option; everything you need, endless privacy and the bathroom is right there.

But you both get a secret kick out of event bathrooms, doing a sneak away, one at a time to be discrete. The last person closing the door behind them and immediately you two jumping on each other, literally, you’ll jump him, and he’ll catch you readily, lips attached yours as he places you on the sink while your hands fall to his belt, trying to get it undone as quickly as possible.

The back of cars get too stuffy and aren’t your favourite, but he’ll slip his fingers under your dress and tease your clit a bit or you’ll palm him over his pants maybe even stroke it a little before you have to get out, both now horny and frustrated till the moment you can sneak away.  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wear his clothes.

When you’re sweaty after a workout, he reckons you taste like a beautiful, salty/sweet mix and he loves how you look in leggings.

When you have to jump a little to get something off a high shelf or when running up the stairs and your boobs bounce, and a ripple falls across your whole body.

 Anything tight and sexy that shows off your soft skin and the curve of your body – he adores. When you have to be serious for a work call or a meeting. He could watch you talk all day in your professional voice over zoom, hair in a claw clip and glasses on your face, only he can see the tiny shorts your wearing under the desk. He calls you his sexy receptionist and he’d stare at you all day if he didn’t want to rip your clothes off.

But his true motivation, is people flirting with you. All the ogling eyes, lingering stares, and poor attempts to whoo you motivate him more to pull you closer, take you home and prove to you, who really deserves your love and that he’s the only guy allowed to take you to bed.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Three ways and above. Chris was never good with sharing growing up so there is no way in hell that he would ever share his favourite thing in the world… you. People think you have this open Hollywood relationship, but it couldn’t be further from the truth because he is extremely loyal and holds you to the same standard, he holds himself. 100% Monogamous. He wants to be the only one making you cum. (and he gets jealous way too easily)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you get on your knees and worship his cock, and all your little tricks you do with your tongue and mouth. But he much prefers the way you react when he goes down on you.

He loves overstimulating you and making you go crazy; he knows if you say stop you don’t really mean it (you have another safe word) because your hand is pulling his head deep into your core. He’ll pull your legs over his shoulders, get a firm grip on the skin of your ass and pin you down to the bed and his favourite, using his strength to pin you up against the wall effortlessly no matter your size. He won’t stop until you’re completely out of juices to cover his beard with. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of you pulling on his hair and leaving red marks on his back. He doesn’t care if he can’t really breathe while he’s being smothering by the beautiful, soft, plump skin of your thighs. Lapping, sucking, nibbling, and rubbing with his tongue and fingers.

Chris thinks he has a magical tongue… and he does, he just doesn’t let you hear the end of it. He will always go down on you first, he likes it even more than getting head. He’ll be between your legs, licking and sucking up every drop of your sweet goodness, spitting on your folds, inhaling the scent of you and holding you down as you try and wiggle out of his grip. It’s a lot of “Give me one more baby.” And “God, you go crazy for my mouth don’t ya sweetheart?” He’s such a dick about it but you love him between your legs so you’re not gonna complain. He’s not just using it on your pussy... no… he’s licking at your ear, rolling it along your thighs or your lower back and shoving it in your mouth whenever he gets the chance – he always tastes either like mint gum or beer… and sometimes both and it’s a delicious mixture that makes you go weak.

Especially, when you’re on your stomach and he can move his tongue up towards your tight little hole, teasing it to prepare it for his finger.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends, sometimes sex is for you two to reconnect in an intimate, sexual “I missed you” way and then its slow and sensual with lots of slow, deep wet kisses and you can enjoy feeling every vein of him against your walls.

But other times, to get you both over the edge it’ll move into the vigorous pace of his balls slapping against your pussy and his cock pounding into you so you can feel every hit of your cervix.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickie, how often etc.)

With Chris’ schedule you don’t get many nights together and you both kind of like the sudden thrill of ripping each other’s clothes off to get as close as you possibly can. Wherever and whenever you can, his pants will be at his ankles and your dress ridden up, with you pushed against the nearest wall or surface. You stopped wearing underwear so frequently so he could always have easy access. It always ends with you just making sure your dress doesn’t look weird after a quickie in the bathroom and you trying to push him off because he keeps kissing and rubbing on you saying he wants more. But you always end, smiling from him kissing every inch of your face and tickling your sides to emit those cute little giggles.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

If no one gets hurt… he’ll do it. While you two don’t do anything super crazy, he gets a kick out of reading some bizarre sex tip online or seeing some crazy position and then doing it with you. He brought a massage candle and went crazy for the feeling of you pouring hot wax on his chest. He likes trying new things because he figures you never know what crazy idea will make its way onto your permanent list of activities.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He goes well for his age, as long as you cum at least twice he’s happy. Hell, he could go all day with breaks for meals. One time as a “joke” he took Viagra. He didn’t need it; a buddy just gave it to him as a joke and he took it. You both were sore for the next 2 weeks because he couldn’t stop fucking you. You tried a thousand different things to try and get him over the edge, you were up till 4am until sleep gave in. It was fun but the mix of horniness and inability to cum just made him go crazy. You promptly banned him from ever taking it again.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The drawer. You two are kinky, so you have a whole drawer in his bedside table dedicated to toys. Handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, vibrator remotes – you don’t always use them (because you don’t have to) but it’s always fun when you have time and want to get a little extra spicier. He’ll sometimes lean over and grab the little bullet vibrator he got for you and place it on your clit while he’s fucking you, for that little extra push to get you over the edge.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Chris is a massive tease whether it’s coming out of the bathroom holding his towel so it’s just covering the Captain or coming up behind you, barely scraping his crotch against your ass. Always the non-cholent, faux innocence asking you what you’re doing, how you are feeling, if you want some loving. Running his hands down your sides, moving them towards your hips and ass and giving you soft grabs, pinching at your rolls to make you giggle. Then you’ll confront him and ask him what he’s doing, and he’ll go all “Oh nothing… don’t worry about it.”

Sometimes, he’ll even just pretend not to care when you’re in the mood, giving you “hmms and umms” not looking up from whatever he’s doing just to see how long you can take it. Like a fucking psycho.

He knows not to tease you too much when you’re in the mood or in the moment or you’ll start crying from frustration, Chris doesn’t want his baby crying he just wants to make you feel good. He also can’t keep his hands off you for long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

There’s no need to be quiet with the house to yourself so Chris is full of groans and grunts, even a little bit of whining if you tease him too long, to the point your neighbours probably think he’s in pain…

But he loves how much you love dirty talk whispered in your ear.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

Your period and Chris’ schedule don’t always see eye to eye. Meaning when he comes home after a long time away and all he wants to do is bury his cock in you, a bit of blood is the last thing that’s going to stop him. He’ll throw a towel down and never makes a big deal if a little gets on him, it’s just a period. You also enjoy it more (if that’s even possible with Chris), all your hormones running wild, orgasms and sensations are heightened. He notices it a huge help with your mood swings and cramps so now he just sees it as a win-win situation.

He’s not putting his head down there though.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We’ve all seen it. That shit is as thick as a coke can.

So, Chris knows that before he even tries to push it there must be lube. Whether that’s the good stuff from the bottle, his spit or him taking extra time to get you really turned on beforehand. Because there is no way that thing is slipping in raw. He’ll always make sure to mention how tight you are around him and how good you take his cock.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fucking high… but not to exhaustion.

If Chris is at home, you’re doing it 4 times a week minimum. Morning, during breakfast, lunch, before bed, middle of the night – it doesn’t matter if you’re both game and wanting. It’s impressive for his age and he doesn’t isn’t the old man he claims his is with all that energy to please you. You think he’s trying to make up for all the times he’s away. Maybe if he wasn’t away for half the year it’d be steady and normal but he always comes home ravenous and desperate for you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

After a hot and heavy love making session, once you’ve both done the necessary aftercare you are both spent. Chris nuzzles his bearded chin into your chest or neck and falls right asleep in your warm embrace and you both drop off pretty quickly. But don’t worry he’ll be nudging you awake at 2am for round 2.

Random pictures of Chris part 4/?

THE BIG BOY: STUDY BREAK IS THE DEATH OF ME. I LOVED IT.

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^also from that pic, could u consider writing something with ari levinson smoking? i dont really know what, but him smoking has me on my knees as always😽

thank you bestie !! and sure, I've been thinking about stoner!ari lately 🫣 so here's shotgunning with beefy frat!Ari:

He's so pretty, too pretty for your own good. That's why you can barely concentrate on your little crochet project—you're too busy staring at him playing a video game. His long hair all fluffy and soft, beard freshly trimmed and a joint between his lips.

He takes a slow puff, sparing you a glance "You good? You seem a little out of it."

"I'm good, really good..." You say slowly, eyes falling to his thick thighs, his shorts rolled up and exposing the hairy flesh. "Are you good?"

He grins, "yeah. Do you wanna shotgun again?" He isn't even finished asking before you're clambering into his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms around his shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes."

"A big yes." You subtly rock your hips in excitement, "you know, you should record erotic audios. You have the voice for it."

He laughs and takes a slow inhale, setting the joint in the ashtray and pulling you close. Your heart swells when your lips meet, he feels so good—he always feels so good, and you almost forget to open your mouth. The smoke flows from him to you and down to your lungs burning. You lean away to cough, your eyes watering as he hands you a glass of water.

"Why don't we stop for now, yeah?" He asks, rubbing your back, "take a little break and get something to eat?"

"No! Can we just finish this one first?" You beg, giving him the most adorable pout. "Pretty please, daddy? I'll be super good, I promise."

His blue eyes examine you carefully, then he shakes his head, "Fine. Just this one and then we're done for the day. I don't want you to do too much until you're more used to it."

Giddy, you kiss all over his face. His bearded cheeks tickling your lips as you pepper your sweet, sweet love wherever you can reach. "Yay! I love you so much!"

He didn't smoke often, but he was far more experienced than you. He takes the chance to recline on the couch and tilt his head, groaning lowly when your lips trail to his neck. "I'm such a bad influence on you, cub." His fingers dig into your hips, caught between moving you over his bulge or pushing you away. "Since when did you become a troublemaker?"

You were in the living room of the frat house, anyone could walk in and see you cute, dumb and high.

"Whenever you came around." You nip at his jaw, dragging your tongue down the tense veins, "just lookin' at you gets me so wet... feel." You bring his hand between your thighs and firmly against your wet panties, "See? I'm so sticky, daddy... it's so uncomfy, can you help me, please?"