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Old Dog
Pairing: James Bond x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only
Notes: Um….So this………Happened…………..Again. Thank you to everyone that’s been so encouraging in the wake of All Over!! Also I am almost certain that I wanna write these two again, so…Maybe more of them in the future. Not beta-read Length: 6.1K
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is implied to be younger and less experienced on the field side compared to Bond); cursing; fluff; descriptions of canon-typical injury; explicit sexual content - oral sex (male receiving), piv, rough sex, spanking
Summary: It is, frankly, a shock that James Bond is in your apartment. The man is more of a legend than an agent to you. Your time in the navy, and your subsequent time in MI6, has been riddled with stories of Commander Bond—of his daring, his courage, his stubbornness—his prowess.
The shards of glass that you’ve pulled out of your shoulder are resting in your sink; your shaking hand is still grasping a pair of tweezers. You’re just—you’re just taking a breath. You need to ensure the wound is clear of anymore debris before you bandage it. You’re already tense, on high-alert. The knock on your door doesn’t help a thing. You freeze, turning your head back toward the door. You set the tweezers aside in favor of your gun. You adjust your grip, taking slow, measured steps toward the door. You flick on the video system that Q installed for you— Your brow furrows at the sight of 007 standing in your doorway. You tuck your gun into the back of your jeans before you yank the door open. You reach out, grasping his jacket and tugging him inside. “What are you doing here?” You ask, shoving the door shut. You wince as you land against the door a little harder than you mean to, and lock it. “…Nice to see you, too,” Bond greets.
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Shut Up
pairing: reader x jake jensen (movie: the losers) warning: smut, public sex (sorta, i mean you’re in the living room so), unprotected sex (wow be careful!), pwp (porn without plot) summary: crushing on jake jensen sucked, especially since the whole crew knows about it ‘cept for him. a.n.: fuck he’s so hot in this movie i felt the need to write this cause damn look at him? plus he’s such a dork in this movie ugh I’m so mad
It was the third time this week you almost missed your mark, which was a rarity since your sniper skills paralleled Cougars’, you blamed it all to lack of sleep but your best friend knew better.
Once you all finished the mission, you all decided it was time for some alcohol.
You and Cougar stand by the counter while the others lounge about in the living room.
“Seem’s like Princess over here is starting to lose her touch,” Clay states, sitting down on the beaten couch in the middle of the living room, opening a can of cold beer.
“Lay off,” you say, rubbing your shoulder as Cougar poured you a shot of tequila.
“Seriously (y/n), what’s up with you lately? Last time this happened was when you were bleeding out, what gives?” Clay asks, irritating you further with his questioning.
“We all have our off days, damn Clay, ‘t’s not like you’re fuckin’ perfect all the time either.” You snap, grabbing the shot from the table and downing it quickly, nodding at Cougar to pour you another one.
Roque chuckles at your response, nudging Clay with his elbow, “You just shut up man, best not to piss her off.” He says, taking a sip from his beer.
The focus of the conversation diverts to something else, you weren’t really paying attention, you let out a sigh after taking a second shot.
“You know, if you’d just get on with it, you wouldn’t be so wound tight.”
“Get on with what exactly?” You ask.
He gestures to the general direction of where Jensen was, who was babbling on some random fact to Pooch, who did not look impressed.
Your brows furrow in annoyance, “Can you lay off?”
“Can’t really lay off when it’s affecting other aspects of your work, you need to get laid.”
You huff in response, “Shut up and just pour me another one.”
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fragile
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Alpha/Omega dynamics so I’m tagging non-con AND dub-con for the later parts but it’s pretty tame for this chapter but there are mentions of Steve’s thoughts on Omegas. World building as usual. Mentions of drugs, misogynistic old school thoughts.
Word Count: 1,550
Notes: This won’t be a long fic. Maybe three or four parts at most.
Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary | Working at the Avengers compound is a dream come true. You have everything you’ve ever wanted until a small security breach reveals a secret that has Steve Rogers very interested in who you truly are.
Little routines make you happy.
Like the extra splash of creamer in your coffee. Using the small wooden stirrer instead of the plastic one gives you a sense of pride that you’re making an effort, even a small one, to save the environment.
But the routine you have, the one you have to keep in secret, makes you lock the door as you unlock your safe, dolling out two little pills that could get you arrested if you’re caught. Black market grade, the sort that you have to head to the seedier part of town to receive. To make up a story about how you’re just a buyer who will then turn around and sell it. If that were true, you’d make a hell of a lot more money than you would where you are now.
But you like your job. Love it even. Getting a job at the Avengers compound was a dream come true. A record five interviews, each one more intense than the last to ensure that you could be trusted with data and confidential information. Your past work experience had spoken for itself but it was your final interview, with Nick Fury at the helm that made you his choice.
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Then let's play, my love
English / Português (lá embaixo)
You can't sleep, so Chris plays the piano for you.
Warnings: none, just fluffy. just sorry for any mistakes, english It's not my frist language
Word count: 1000
You sat on the couch in the living room shrugged off the intense cold of the Boston winter. To your left a large glass window revealed the backyard outside, Chris's pool frozen under a layer of snow. Even with the heater, it was still cold.
You even thought about bringing the blanket, but in bed a warm curled up Chris made you dismiss the thought. He slept like a little angel, his eyes closed, and you wanted to hold him more than anything.
But there were hours that you were tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep, and you just couldn't stand to lie there doing nothing, when clearly sleep was never going to come. And you were still tempted to wake Chris up so he could hug you and maybe magically make you sleep. But you wouldn't do that, he was in such a comfortable looking sleep.
So you made some tea and sat in the living room, soaking in the silence of the night.
But you didn't count on your boyfriend waking up in bed, stretching out his arm to hug you, and his hand flattened on the empty sheets. Chris opened his eyes, confused, and realized that you weren't there. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was three in the morning.
You certainly weren't in the bathroom, since the suite was unlit and the door open. So he got up and crept quietly downstairs to find you curled up on the sofa under the light of a lamp.
Stealthily he reached over and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your heart racing a little with fright, causing you to let out a noise that turned into a smile as you felt Chris's strong arms wrap around you in a hug.
"You scared me" you muttered in a thread of voice. "Sorry, honey" he kissed the top of your head, holding your body in place. "What are you doing up and in the living room, honey? It's late." he asked in a concerned tone and you turned your head to meet his blue eyes lit by the lampshade.
"And I missed you in bed," he added, smiling, and you couldn't help smiling slightly either.
"I couldn't sleep" you counted, averting your eyes and Chris lifted his head from your neck.
"Oh my goodness, why didn't you wake me up, baby?" he stroked your back, still with that worried look on his face and you shrugged.
"I didn't want to wake you, you were sleeping so cute" again a smile grew on your lips and Chris laughed.
"You could have woken me up. I could have cuddled you until you were asleep."
You smiled, turning around on the couch facing him.
"That would be great."
"Then let's go to bed?" Chris held your face, kissing the tip of your nose lovingly. "It's freezing in here."
"Hmm" you mumbled, with a playful little face and Chris raised an eyebrow, an amused smile still on his lips.
"What's going on in that little head of yours?"
His gaze went to the piano, and Chris understood immediately.
"You want me to play for you?"
"It always calms me down. I love watching you play." You grumbled, half guilty of asking him to stay out in the cold just because you can't sleep, but Chris didn't care.
"Then let's play, my love. Come here" he stood up, opening his arms and you promptly jumped into them, clinging to Chris like a koala. He sat down on the piano, with you on his lap, and opened the lid.
"What song do you want?" he asked, and an absolutely happy smile dominated your lips. You loved it so much when he played the piano for you, and he loved to see you happy, more than anything.
"The one by Fabrizio... What's the name?"
"Fabrizio Paterlini" Chris completed, knowing it was his favorite and yours as well.
He played the keys, positioning his long fingers in the right places and when the first note sounded, your heart already started to calm down. You lay on his lap, your legs almost touching the floor and your head on the curve of his neck, making you sigh and close your eyes.
Chris didn't even need to look at the keys anymore, so he focused his gaze on you, studying your reactions and occasionally looking at the keys. He saw how you relaxed to the music, arms around your body as he played each key leisurely.
Each key echoed in your head and you could feel his love in the music, his emotion for you displayed in the notes. You understood little of the piano, but Chris playing it especially for you was enough to make you melt and forget the world forever.
You could dwell in that moment as the simply beautiful melody echoed through the house. That song reminded you of him more than you care to admit, sometimes when he was away filming and you missed him, you would listen to the long recording of this song that he made for you, just for those moments that you missed him.
He didn't care if it was below freezing, or if it was three in the morning, Chris loved to make you happy, he loved to play for you and for you to sleep in his arms. He loved you more than anything.
He had to play three times, and he didn't even care when his fingers started to hurt. Slowly your breathing softened, your arms rested on your sweater, and Chris knew that you slept. A faint smile grew on your lips as the last key sounded, replaced by the silence of the house.
Slowly he scooped you up, curled and comfortable in his arms, and carried you upstairs to the bed and tucked you under the warm comforter. He lay down and automatically embraced you, resting his face against yours, and the cold you were feeling slowly gave way to the warmth of your body, and he slept next to you too, cuddled together, just the way you wanted.
Você não consegue dormir, então Chris toca piano para você.
Avisos: nenhum, apenas fofura
Contagem de palavras: 1000
Você se sentou no sofá da sala encolhida com o frio intenso do inverno de Boston. A sua esquerda uma grande janela de vidro revelava o quintal lá fora, a piscina de Chris congelada sob uma camada de neve.
Você até pensou em trazer a coberta, mas na cama um Chris enrolado quentinho a fez descartar o pensamento. Ele dormia como um anjinho, os olhos fechados e você quis abraça-lo mais que tudo.
Mas havia horas que você estava revirando na cama tentando dormir, e simplesmente não aguentava mais ficar lá sem fazer nada, quando claramente o sono nunca viria. E ainda tinha a tentação de acordar Chris para ele te abraçar e talvez te fazer magicamente dormir. Mas você não faria isso, ele estava num sono parecendo tão confortável.
Então você fez um chá e sentou na sala, mergulhada no silêncio da noite.
Mas não contava que seu namorado iria acordar na cama, esticando o braço para te abraçar e sua mão espalmou nos lençóis vazios. Chris abriu os olhos, confuso e percebeu que você não estava ali. Olhando o relógio, ele viu que eram três da manhã.
Você certamente não estava no banheiro, já que a suíte estava apagada e a porta aberta. Então ele se enrolou nas cobertas, se levantando e como um esquimó desceu as escadas sem fazer barulho, encontrando você encolhida no sofá sob a luz de um abajur.
Furtivamente ele chegou de fininho, abraçando seus ombros e seu coração acelerou um pouco com o susto, te fazendo soltar um ruído que se transformou num sorriso ao sentir os braços fortes de Chris a envolver com um abraço.
"Você me assustou" você murmurou num fio de voz. "Desculpe, querida" ele beijou o topo de sua cabeça, segurando seu corpo no lugar. "O que está fazendo acordada e na sala, querida? Está tarde." ele perguntou, num tom preocupado e você girou a cabeça para encontrar seus olhos azuis iluminados pelo abajur.
"E eu senti sua falta na cama" completou, sorrindo e você também não pode evitar de sorrir de leve.
"Não consegui dormir" contou, desviando os olhos e Chris levantou a cabeça do seu pescoço.
"Oh, meu bem, por que não me acordou?" ele acariciou suas costas, ainda com aquele olhar preocupado e você deu de ombros.
"Não queria te acordar, você estava dormindo tão bonitinho" novamente um sorriso cresceu em seus lábios e Chris riu.
"Você podia ter me acordado. Eu poderia ter te feito carinho até você dormir."
Você sorriu, se virando no sofá de frente para ele.
"Isso seria ótimo."
"Então vamos pra cama?" Chris segurou seu rosto, beijando com amor a ponta de seu nariz. "Está congelando aqui."
"Hmm" você resmungou, com uma carinha sapeca e Chris ergueu uma sobrancelha, um sorriso divertido ainda em seus lábios.
"O que está passando nessa cabecinha sua?"
Seu olhar foi até o piano, e Chris entendeu na hora.
"Você quer que eu toque pra você?"
"Sempre me acalma. Eu amo te ver tocando." Você resmungou, meio culpada de pedir para ele ficar no frio só porque você não consegue dormir, mas Chris não se importava.
"Então vamos tocar, meu amor. Vem cá" - ele se levantou, abrindo os braços e você prontamente pulou neles, agarrando-se a Chris como um coala. Ele se sentou no piano, com você em seu colo e abriu a tampa.
"Qual música você quer?" perguntou, e um sorriso absolutamente feliz dominou seus lábios. Você amava tanto quando ele tocava piano pra você, e ele amava te ver feliz, mais que tudo.
"Aquela do Fabrizio... Qual o nome?"
"Fabrizio Paterlini" Chris completou, sabendo que era a preferida dele e sua também.
Ele tocou as teclas, posicionando seus longos dedos nos lugares certos e quando a primeira nota soou, seu coração já começou a se acalmar. Você se ajeitou no colo dele, com as pernas quase tocando o chão e a cabeça na curva de seu pescoço, te fazendo suspirar e fechar os olhos.
Chris sequer precisava olhar para as teclas mais, então concentrou o olhar em você, estudando suas reações e ocasionalmente olhando para o teclado. Ele viu como você relaxou com a música, os braços ao redor de seu corpo enquanto ele tocava cada telca sem pressa.
Cada tecla ecoava em sua cabeça e você conseguia sentir o amor dele na música, a emoção que ele sente por você exposta nas notas. Você entendia pouco de piano, mas Chris tocando especialmente para você era o suficiente para te fazer derreter e esquecer do mundo para sempre.
Você podia morar naquele momento, enquanto a melodia simplesmente linda ecoava pela casa. Aquela música te lembrava ele mais do que queria admitir, as vezes quando ele estava longe filmando e ficava com saudade, você ouvia a longa gravação dessa música que ele fez para você, justamente para esses momentos que sentia falta dele.
Ele não se importava se estava um frio abaixo de zero, nem se eram três da manhã, Chris amava te fazer feliz, amava tocar para você e que durmisse em seus braços. Ele te amava mais que tudo.
Ele teve que tocar três vezes, mas não se importou nem quando seus dedos começaram a doer. Lentamente sua respiração suavizou, seus braços descansaram em seu suéter e Chris sabia que você dormiu. Um sorriso leve cresceu em seus lábios quando a última tecla soou, substituída pelo silêncio da casa.
Lentamente ele te pegou no colo, encolhida e confortável em seus braços e subiu as escadas carregando você até a cama e a colocou debaixo do edredom quentinho. Ele se deitou e automaticamente te abraçou, descansando o rosto contra o seu e aquele frio que sentia lentamente deu lugar ao calor do seu corpo, e ele também dormiu junto a você, abraçados, do jeito que você queria.
A Different Kind of Love Verse (Andy x Reader x Jake)
This little verse is slowly expanding so I figured it was time to make a dedicated post for the stories/drabbles/headcanons about our favorite throuple. Thank you @r3volutionary-queen for the beautiful series header!
If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, feel free to drop me an ask.
A Different Kind of Love
Happily bonded to your Beta Jake Jensen, you both realize you’re missing the security and love that only an Alpha can bring. When Jake meets Andy Barber he knows he’s found just what you both need, now he just needs to convince you. [A/B/O dynamics, explicit sex (m and f receiving) and use of handcuffs, 18+]
A Field Guide to Getting Lost (Jake Jensen x Reader)
Trying to escape your mother’s incessant quest to find you a worthy Alpha to marry, you run into an unusual Beta named Jake. [A/B/O dynamics, humor, and fluff]
Nesting with Andy and Jake
Prompt: Omega!Reader builds her new nest after bonding Alpha!Andy Barber and Beta!Jake Jensen. [A/B/O dynamics]
The One Where Reader and Jake Almost Get Arrested
Reader and Jake get in trouble for an altercation with an asshole Alpha who implies Jake’s Beta status means he isn’t “man enough” for Reader. [A/B/O dynamics and reference to bodily harm (not to Reader)]
Vacation Attire
Andy and Jake remind you who you belong to. [A/B/O dynamics and explicit sex (fingering and reference to anal sex), 18+]
Setting the Rules/First Fight Headcanon
Andy sets the rules for his new Beta and Omega. Later, Reader disobeys Andy and there are consequences. [A/B/O dynamics, sexual themes, reference to unwanted sexual touching, 18+ only.]
Then let's play, my love
English / Português (lá embaixo)
You can't sleep, so Chris plays the piano for you.
Warnings: none, just fluffy. just sorry for any mistakes, english It's not my frist language
Word count: 1000
You sat on the couch in the living room shrugged off the intense cold of the Boston winter. To your left a large glass window revealed the backyard outside, Chris's pool frozen under a layer of snow. Even with the heater, it was still cold.
You even thought about bringing the blanket, but in bed a warm curled up Chris made you dismiss the thought. He slept like a little angel, his eyes closed, and you wanted to hold him more than anything.
But there were hours that you were tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep, and you just couldn't stand to lie there doing nothing, when clearly sleep was never going to come. And you were still tempted to wake Chris up so he could hug you and maybe magically make you sleep. But you wouldn't do that, he was in such a comfortable looking sleep.
So you made some tea and sat in the living room, soaking in the silence of the night.
But you didn't count on your boyfriend waking up in bed, stretching out his arm to hug you, and his hand flattened on the empty sheets. Chris opened his eyes, confused, and realized that you weren't there. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was three in the morning.
You certainly weren't in the bathroom, since the suite was unlit and the door open. So he got up and crept quietly downstairs to find you curled up on the sofa under the light of a lamp.
Stealthily he reached over and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your heart racing a little with fright, causing you to let out a noise that turned into a smile as you felt Chris's strong arms wrap around you in a hug.
"You scared me" you muttered in a thread of voice. "Sorry, honey" he kissed the top of your head, holding your body in place. "What are you doing up and in the living room, honey? It's late." he asked in a concerned tone and you turned your head to meet his blue eyes lit by the lampshade.
"And I missed you in bed," he added, smiling, and you couldn't help smiling slightly either.
"I couldn't sleep" you counted, averting your eyes and Chris lifted his head from your neck.
"Oh my goodness, why didn't you wake me up, baby?" he stroked your back, still with that worried look on his face and you shrugged.
"I didn't want to wake you, you were sleeping so cute" again a smile grew on your lips and Chris laughed.
"You could have woken me up. I could have cuddled you until you were asleep."
You smiled, turning around on the couch facing him.
"That would be great."
"Then let's go to bed?" Chris held your face, kissing the tip of your nose lovingly. "It's freezing in here."
"Hmm" you mumbled, with a playful little face and Chris raised an eyebrow, an amused smile still on his lips.
"What's going on in that little head of yours?"
His gaze went to the piano, and Chris understood immediately.
"You want me to play for you?"
"It always calms me down. I love watching you play." You grumbled, half guilty of asking him to stay out in the cold just because you can't sleep, but Chris didn't care.
"Then let's play, my love. Come here" he stood up, opening his arms and you promptly jumped into them, clinging to Chris like a koala. He sat down on the piano, with you on his lap, and opened the lid.
"What song do you want?" he asked, and an absolutely happy smile dominated your lips. You loved it so much when he played the piano for you, and he loved to see you happy, more than anything.
"The one by Fabrizio... What's the name?"
"Fabrizio Paterlini" Chris completed, knowing it was his favorite and yours as well.
He played the keys, positioning his long fingers in the right places and when the first note sounded, your heart already started to calm down. You lay on his lap, your legs almost touching the floor and your head on the curve of his neck, making you sigh and close your eyes.
Chris didn't even need to look at the keys anymore, so he focused his gaze on you, studying your reactions and occasionally looking at the keys. He saw how you relaxed to the music, arms around your body as he played each key leisurely.
Each key echoed in your head and you could feel his love in the music, his emotion for you displayed in the notes. You understood little of the piano, but Chris playing it especially for you was enough to make you melt and forget the world forever.
You could dwell in that moment as the simply beautiful melody echoed through the house. That song reminded you of him more than you care to admit, sometimes when he was away filming and you missed him, you would listen to the long recording of this song that he made for you, just for those moments that you missed him.
He didn't care if it was below freezing, or if it was three in the morning, Chris loved to make you happy, he loved to play for you and for you to sleep in his arms. He loved you more than anything.
He had to play three times, and he didn't even care when his fingers started to hurt. Slowly your breathing softened, your arms rested on your sweater, and Chris knew that you slept. A faint smile grew on your lips as the last key sounded, replaced by the silence of the house.
Slowly he scooped you up, curled and comfortable in his arms, and carried you upstairs to the bed and tucked you under the warm comforter. He lay down and automatically embraced you, resting his face against yours, and the cold you were feeling slowly gave way to the warmth of your body, and he slept next to you too, cuddled together, just the way you wanted.
Você não consegue dormir, então Chris toca piano para você.
Avisos: nenhum, apenas fofura
Contagem de palavras: 1000
Você se sentou no sofá da sala encolhida com o frio intenso do inverno de Boston. A sua esquerda uma grande janela de vidro revelava o quintal lá fora, a piscina de Chris congelada sob uma camada de neve.
Você até pensou em trazer a coberta, mas na cama um Chris enrolado quentinho a fez descartar o pensamento. Ele dormia como um anjinho, os olhos fechados e você quis abraça-lo mais que tudo.
Mas havia horas que você estava revirando na cama tentando dormir, e simplesmente não aguentava mais ficar lá sem fazer nada, quando claramente o sono nunca viria. E ainda tinha a tentação de acordar Chris para ele te abraçar e talvez te fazer magicamente dormir. Mas você não faria isso, ele estava num sono parecendo tão confortável.
Então você fez um chá e sentou na sala, mergulhada no silêncio da noite.
Mas não contava que seu namorado iria acordar na cama, esticando o braço para te abraçar e sua mão espalmou nos lençóis vazios. Chris abriu os olhos, confuso e percebeu que você não estava ali. Olhando o relógio, ele viu que eram três da manhã.
Você certamente não estava no banheiro, já que a suíte estava apagada e a porta aberta. Então ele se enrolou nas cobertas, se levantando e como um esquimó desceu as escadas sem fazer barulho, encontrando você encolhida no sofá sob a luz de um abajur.
Furtivamente ele chegou de fininho, abraçando seus ombros e seu coração acelerou um pouco com o susto, te fazendo soltar um ruído que se transformou num sorriso ao sentir os braços fortes de Chris a envolver com um abraço.
"Você me assustou" você murmurou num fio de voz. "Desculpe, querida" ele beijou o topo de sua cabeça, segurando seu corpo no lugar. "O que está fazendo acordada e na sala, querida? Está tarde." ele perguntou, num tom preocupado e você girou a cabeça para encontrar seus olhos azuis iluminados pelo abajur.
"E eu senti sua falta na cama" completou, sorrindo e você também não pode evitar de sorrir de leve.
"Não consegui dormir" contou, desviando os olhos e Chris levantou a cabeça do seu pescoço.
"Oh, meu bem, por que não me acordou?" ele acariciou suas costas, ainda com aquele olhar preocupado e você deu de ombros.
"Não queria te acordar, você estava dormindo tão bonitinho" novamente um sorriso cresceu em seus lábios e Chris riu.
"Você podia ter me acordado. Eu poderia ter te feito carinho até você dormir."
Você sorriu, se virando no sofá de frente para ele.
"Isso seria ótimo."
"Então vamos pra cama?" Chris segurou seu rosto, beijando com amor a ponta de seu nariz. "Está congelando aqui."
"Hmm" você resmungou, com uma carinha sapeca e Chris ergueu uma sobrancelha, um sorriso divertido ainda em seus lábios.
"O que está passando nessa cabecinha sua?"
Seu olhar foi até o piano, e Chris entendeu na hora.
"Você quer que eu toque pra você?"
"Sempre me acalma. Eu amo te ver tocando." Você resmungou, meio culpada de pedir para ele ficar no frio só porque você não consegue dormir, mas Chris não se importava.
"Então vamos tocar, meu amor. Vem cá" - ele se levantou, abrindo os braços e você prontamente pulou neles, agarrando-se a Chris como um coala. Ele se sentou no piano, com você em seu colo e abriu a tampa.
"Qual música você quer?" perguntou, e um sorriso absolutamente feliz dominou seus lábios. Você amava tanto quando ele tocava piano pra você, e ele amava te ver feliz, mais que tudo.
"Aquela do Fabrizio... Qual o nome?"
"Fabrizio Paterlini" Chris completou, sabendo que era a preferida dele e sua também.
Ele tocou as teclas, posicionando seus longos dedos nos lugares certos e quando a primeira nota soou, seu coração já começou a se acalmar. Você se ajeitou no colo dele, com as pernas quase tocando o chão e a cabeça na curva de seu pescoço, te fazendo suspirar e fechar os olhos.
Chris sequer precisava olhar para as teclas mais, então concentrou o olhar em você, estudando suas reações e ocasionalmente olhando para o teclado. Ele viu como você relaxou com a música, os braços ao redor de seu corpo enquanto ele tocava cada telca sem pressa.
Cada tecla ecoava em sua cabeça e você conseguia sentir o amor dele na música, a emoção que ele sente por você exposta nas notas. Você entendia pouco de piano, mas Chris tocando especialmente para você era o suficiente para te fazer derreter e esquecer do mundo para sempre.
Você podia morar naquele momento, enquanto a melodia simplesmente linda ecoava pela casa. Aquela música te lembrava ele mais do que queria admitir, as vezes quando ele estava longe filmando e ficava com saudade, você ouvia a longa gravação dessa música que ele fez para você, justamente para esses momentos que sentia falta dele.
Ele não se importava se estava um frio abaixo de zero, nem se eram três da manhã, Chris amava te fazer feliz, amava tocar para você e que durmisse em seus braços. Ele te amava mais que tudo.
Ele teve que tocar três vezes, mas não se importou nem quando seus dedos começaram a doer. Lentamente sua respiração suavizou, seus braços descansaram em seu suéter e Chris sabia que você dormiu. Um sorriso leve cresceu em seus lábios quando a última tecla soou, substituída pelo silêncio da casa.
Lentamente ele te pegou no colo, encolhida e confortável em seus braços e subiu as escadas carregando você até a cama e a colocou debaixo do edredom quentinho. Ele se deitou e automaticamente te abraçou, descansando o rosto contra o seu e aquele frio que sentia lentamente deu lugar ao calor do seu corpo, e ele também dormiu junto a você, abraçados, do jeito que você queria.
Then let's play, my love
English / Português (lá embaixo)
You can't sleep, so Chris plays the piano for you.
Warnings: none, just fluffy. just sorry for any mistakes, english It's not my frist language
Word count: 1000
You sat on the couch in the living room shrugged off the intense cold of the Boston winter. To your left a large glass window revealed the backyard outside, Chris's pool frozen under a layer of snow. Even with the heater, it was still cold.
You even thought about bringing the blanket, but in bed a warm curled up Chris made you dismiss the thought. He slept like a little angel, his eyes closed, and you wanted to hold him more than anything.
But there were hours that you were tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep, and you just couldn't stand to lie there doing nothing, when clearly sleep was never going to come. And you were still tempted to wake Chris up so he could hug you and maybe magically make you sleep. But you wouldn't do that, he was in such a comfortable looking sleep.
So you made some tea and sat in the living room, soaking in the silence of the night.
But you didn't count on your boyfriend waking up in bed, stretching out his arm to hug you, and his hand flattened on the empty sheets. Chris opened his eyes, confused, and realized that you weren't there. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was three in the morning.
You certainly weren't in the bathroom, since the suite was unlit and the door open. So he got up and crept quietly downstairs to find you curled up on the sofa under the light of a lamp.
Stealthily he reached over and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your heart racing a little with fright, causing you to let out a noise that turned into a smile as you felt Chris's strong arms wrap around you in a hug.
"You scared me" you muttered in a thread of voice. "Sorry, honey" he kissed the top of your head, holding your body in place. "What are you doing up and in the living room, honey? It's late." he asked in a concerned tone and you turned your head to meet his blue eyes lit by the lampshade.
"And I missed you in bed," he added, smiling, and you couldn't help smiling slightly either.
"I couldn't sleep" you counted, averting your eyes and Chris lifted his head from your neck.
"Oh my goodness, why didn't you wake me up, baby?" he stroked your back, still with that worried look on his face and you shrugged.
"I didn't want to wake you, you were sleeping so cute" again a smile grew on your lips and Chris laughed.
"You could have woken me up. I could have cuddled you until you were asleep."
You smiled, turning around on the couch facing him.
"That would be great."
"Then let's go to bed?" Chris held your face, kissing the tip of your nose lovingly. "It's freezing in here."
"Hmm" you mumbled, with a playful little face and Chris raised an eyebrow, an amused smile still on his lips.
"What's going on in that little head of yours?"
His gaze went to the piano, and Chris understood immediately.
"You want me to play for you?"
"It always calms me down. I love watching you play." You grumbled, half guilty of asking him to stay out in the cold just because you can't sleep, but Chris didn't care.
"Then let's play, my love. Come here" he stood up, opening his arms and you promptly jumped into them, clinging to Chris like a koala. He sat down on the piano, with you on his lap, and opened the lid.
"What song do you want?" he asked, and an absolutely happy smile dominated your lips. You loved it so much when he played the piano for you, and he loved to see you happy, more than anything.
"The one by Fabrizio... What's the name?"
"Fabrizio Paterlini" Chris completed, knowing it was his favorite and yours as well.
He played the keys, positioning his long fingers in the right places and when the first note sounded, your heart already started to calm down. You lay on his lap, your legs almost touching the floor and your head on the curve of his neck, making you sigh and close your eyes.
Chris didn't even need to look at the keys anymore, so he focused his gaze on you, studying your reactions and occasionally looking at the keys. He saw how you relaxed to the music, arms around your body as he played each key leisurely.
Each key echoed in your head and you could feel his love in the music, his emotion for you displayed in the notes. You understood little of the piano, but Chris playing it especially for you was enough to make you melt and forget the world forever.
You could dwell in that moment as the simply beautiful melody echoed through the house. That song reminded you of him more than you care to admit, sometimes when he was away filming and you missed him, you would listen to the long recording of this song that he made for you, just for those moments that you missed him.
He didn't care if it was below freezing, or if it was three in the morning, Chris loved to make you happy, he loved to play for you and for you to sleep in his arms. He loved you more than anything.
He had to play three times, and he didn't even care when his fingers started to hurt. Slowly your breathing softened, your arms rested on your sweater, and Chris knew that you slept. A faint smile grew on your lips as the last key sounded, replaced by the silence of the house.
Slowly he scooped you up, curled and comfortable in his arms, and carried you upstairs to the bed and tucked you under the warm comforter. He lay down and automatically embraced you, resting his face against yours, and the cold you were feeling slowly gave way to the warmth of your body, and he slept next to you too, cuddled together, just the way you wanted.
Você não consegue dormir, então Chris toca piano para você.
Avisos: nenhum, apenas fofura
Contagem de palavras: 1000
Você se sentou no sofá da sala encolhida com o frio intenso do inverno de Boston. A sua esquerda uma grande janela de vidro revelava o quintal lá fora, a piscina de Chris congelada sob uma camada de neve.
Você até pensou em trazer a coberta, mas na cama um Chris enrolado quentinho a fez descartar o pensamento. Ele dormia como um anjinho, os olhos fechados e você quis abraça-lo mais que tudo.
Mas havia horas que você estava revirando na cama tentando dormir, e simplesmente não aguentava mais ficar lá sem fazer nada, quando claramente o sono nunca viria. E ainda tinha a tentação de acordar Chris para ele te abraçar e talvez te fazer magicamente dormir. Mas você não faria isso, ele estava num sono parecendo tão confortável.
Então você fez um chá e sentou na sala, mergulhada no silêncio da noite.
Mas não contava que seu namorado iria acordar na cama, esticando o braço para te abraçar e sua mão espalmou nos lençóis vazios. Chris abriu os olhos, confuso e percebeu que você não estava ali. Olhando o relógio, ele viu que eram três da manhã.
Você certamente não estava no banheiro, já que a suíte estava apagada e a porta aberta. Então ele se enrolou nas cobertas, se levantando e como um esquimó desceu as escadas sem fazer barulho, encontrando você encolhida no sofá sob a luz de um abajur.
Furtivamente ele chegou de fininho, abraçando seus ombros e seu coração acelerou um pouco com o susto, te fazendo soltar um ruído que se transformou num sorriso ao sentir os braços fortes de Chris a envolver com um abraço.
"Você me assustou" você murmurou num fio de voz. "Desculpe, querida" ele beijou o topo de sua cabeça, segurando seu corpo no lugar. "O que está fazendo acordada e na sala, querida? Está tarde." ele perguntou, num tom preocupado e você girou a cabeça para encontrar seus olhos azuis iluminados pelo abajur.
"E eu senti sua falta na cama" completou, sorrindo e você também não pode evitar de sorrir de leve.
"Não consegui dormir" contou, desviando os olhos e Chris levantou a cabeça do seu pescoço.
"Oh, meu bem, por que não me acordou?" ele acariciou suas costas, ainda com aquele olhar preocupado e você deu de ombros.
"Não queria te acordar, você estava dormindo tão bonitinho" novamente um sorriso cresceu em seus lábios e Chris riu.
"Você podia ter me acordado. Eu poderia ter te feito carinho até você dormir."
Você sorriu, se virando no sofá de frente para ele.
"Isso seria ótimo."
"Então vamos pra cama?" Chris segurou seu rosto, beijando com amor a ponta de seu nariz. "Está congelando aqui."
"Hmm" você resmungou, com uma carinha sapeca e Chris ergueu uma sobrancelha, um sorriso divertido ainda em seus lábios.
"O que está passando nessa cabecinha sua?"
Seu olhar foi até o piano, e Chris entendeu na hora.
"Você quer que eu toque pra você?"
"Sempre me acalma. Eu amo te ver tocando." Você resmungou, meio culpada de pedir para ele ficar no frio só porque você não consegue dormir, mas Chris não se importava.
"Então vamos tocar, meu amor. Vem cá" - ele se levantou, abrindo os braços e você prontamente pulou neles, agarrando-se a Chris como um coala. Ele se sentou no piano, com você em seu colo e abriu a tampa.
"Qual música você quer?" perguntou, e um sorriso absolutamente feliz dominou seus lábios. Você amava tanto quando ele tocava piano pra você, e ele amava te ver feliz, mais que tudo.
"Aquela do Fabrizio... Qual o nome?"
"Fabrizio Paterlini" Chris completou, sabendo que era a preferida dele e sua também.
Ele tocou as teclas, posicionando seus longos dedos nos lugares certos e quando a primeira nota soou, seu coração já começou a se acalmar. Você se ajeitou no colo dele, com as pernas quase tocando o chão e a cabeça na curva de seu pescoço, te fazendo suspirar e fechar os olhos.
Chris sequer precisava olhar para as teclas mais, então concentrou o olhar em você, estudando suas reações e ocasionalmente olhando para o teclado. Ele viu como você relaxou com a música, os braços ao redor de seu corpo enquanto ele tocava cada telca sem pressa.
Cada tecla ecoava em sua cabeça e você conseguia sentir o amor dele na música, a emoção que ele sente por você exposta nas notas. Você entendia pouco de piano, mas Chris tocando especialmente para você era o suficiente para te fazer derreter e esquecer do mundo para sempre.
Você podia morar naquele momento, enquanto a melodia simplesmente linda ecoava pela casa. Aquela música te lembrava ele mais do que queria admitir, as vezes quando ele estava longe filmando e ficava com saudade, você ouvia a longa gravação dessa música que ele fez para você, justamente para esses momentos que sentia falta dele.
Ele não se importava se estava um frio abaixo de zero, nem se eram três da manhã, Chris amava te fazer feliz, amava tocar para você e que durmisse em seus braços. Ele te amava mais que tudo.
Ele teve que tocar três vezes, mas não se importou nem quando seus dedos começaram a doer. Lentamente sua respiração suavizou, seus braços descansaram em seu suéter e Chris sabia que você dormiu. Um sorriso leve cresceu em seus lábios quando a última tecla soou, substituída pelo silêncio da casa.
Lentamente ele te pegou no colo, encolhida e confortável em seus braços e subiu as escadas carregando você até a cama e a colocou debaixo do edredom quentinho. Ele se deitou e automaticamente te abraçou, descansando o rosto contra o seu e aquele frio que sentia lentamente deu lugar ao calor do seu corpo, e ele também dormiu junto a você, abraçados, do jeito que você queria.
Take Care Masterlist
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Series Summary: You’re a new recruit, fresh out of the SHIELD Academy. You’re the top of your class, the best fighter of your team. And Steve Rogers can’t keep his eyes off of you.
Warnings: violence, fluff, age gap (reader is in mid-20s), angst, pining, eventual smut (😛), power dynamics, really fucking annoying boys
A/N: first steve fic baby. let’s get it
Series Masterlist:
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Part Four
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Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
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Updated: 22 February 2018
Avengers
First ‘I love you’
Bucky Barnes
Bad can become good
Morning shower *
Breakfast *
Watching eyes
Ribbons and kittens
Phoenix
Μνήμη Part 1 Part 2
The conversation *
Waking up *
The real doll * (series)
Swimming pool *
The look on his face *
Guns *
The unknowing *
All lies *
Lasso * Cowboy!Bucky AU
12 months and 13 days
BuckyXSteve
Sharing is caring *
Hurt
Chris Evans
Golfing
Nerves *
Loki Laufeyson
Get together
A night on earth *
Sebastian Stan
Story time *
Penguins and proposals
Happy ending
Sharing memories when sick
Million reasons
Daddy’s friends
Steve Rogers
Help?!
Piece by piece * (series)
Backwards *
Please be rough with me *
Bastard
Back home *
Captain *
Tom Hiddleston
How I love this man (Drabble)
Cabin by the lake *
Masterlist
Chris Evans
(* = smut)
Head canons
Steve Rogers Halloween
One Shots/Imagines
Take Your Time*
I Wanna Be Yours *
Bad Day
Welcome Home *
Troubled Words
Airport Connection
First Time *
Rainy Nights *
I Told You Not To Fall In Love With Me *
Morning Lust *
Good Boy*
Thanksgiving Day
All To Myself*
Care For You*
Christmas Morning*
All Too Well
Blurbs
Day with Daddy Chris
Comforting Touch
Quiet Quickie *
Face Sitting*
Insecurities*
Visiting Home
Staying Warm
Mind Stillness
Sebastian Stan
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Eyes On You (in progress - updates Weds. @ 7pm EST)
Eyes On You, Pt. 1
Eyes On You, Pt. 2
Eyes On You, Pt. 3 *
Eyes On You, Pt. 4 *
Moving into a new apartment building was exciting, and the boy next door may surprise you.
Sweet Lovin’ Pt. 1
Short stories about being married to mechanic Sebastian in the 1950s/60s!
What You Need *
Call Out My Name*
Closer To Me*
Wasted Times *
Need You Now *
Never The Same
Stay With Me *
God Is A Woman*
Only For You *
On My Mind *
Head canons
Waking Up Next to Sebastian
Jealousy
Both Boys
Movie Night *
Three Days
An Ari Levinson One Shot
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: Anon Request - “Can you do a Ari Levinson smut where the scene when he’s naked she accidentally walks in and he teases her but nothing happens and for the rest of the day they have sexual tension. The reader is then sorting something out at the desk and he just comes over and fucks her rough, please and thank you”
Length: 7K
Warnings: Smut, Swearing
A/N: It’s finally here, though admittedly a week late. Apologies to everyone that was waiting, I had an absolutely awful week and just went MIA from tumblr. To all of my readers I love you all and thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this smutty one shot!
I made it as a part 2 to my first Ari smut. Part One can be found here - After All This Time (One Shot)
Comment & Reblog please!
B xx
Three days. That’s how long it had been since you and Ari had slept together the night of the first successful mission. Three days since he’d captured your lips in a heated kiss, three days since you’d felt his skin pressed against yours, three days since you’d lost yourself in the feeling of him.
You’d fallen asleep beside each other after your hot and sweaty session in the sheets, waking up a few hours later to find yourself wrapped in Ari’s arms. You didn’t know what to think, your mind still trying to process everything that had happened between you. His wet lips against your skin, his rough grip on your hips, the way you’d felt yourself stretch around him when he’d pushed into you with a groan. God yes. He’d been everything you’d ever imagined and more, the thought of it once again making your muscles clench deliciously. Your night together had only cemented the fact that you were both incredibly attracted to one another after all this time, though now that it was over, you weren’t sure where to go from here. Not wanting to complicate things and definitely not wanting the team - or your brother Sam for that matter, to see you with Ari, you’d carefully unwrapped yourself from Ari and found your clothes without making a noise, tip toeing out of the room and leaving him alone in your bed.
When Ari had woken later that morning, groggy though refreshed with his muscles pleasantly aching, he’d been disappointed to find you nowhere in sight. He’d later found you at the front desk talking with Sam, the guests behind you talking and eating their way through breakfast. His eyes had traveled up your body, drinking in your soft curves underneath the white linen dress you were wearing - the curves that he’d seen in the flesh and kissed every single inch of only a few hours ago. Sam had greeted him when he’d seen Ari approach from behind, you turning to face him and ever so subtly biting your lip when your eyes had met his. The sight of your plump lip caught between your teeth was enough to make Ari stir all over again, knowing that if you’d been alone at that exact moment he would have taken you against the wall right then and there.
Unfortunately though, Ari was unable to fulfill his thoughts as the rest of the day and the two days following proceeded much in the same way. Problems with the hotel guests and Ari’s visits to the refugee camp meant that there’d been no time for the two of you to be alone - to discuss what had happened between you nor to have a repeat performance of the other night. It had however, meant that the two of you were frequently catching one another’s long, lingering glances when you’d seen each other around the hotel, eyes travelling up and down each others bodies as you drank in one another from afar. You’d watched him return from his scuba session with Jake one morning, his wet suit zipped open to his waist as he’d waded through the water and met your eye from the shore. Heat had pooled in your belly, thick and unrelenting when you’d watched him peel off the rubber suit, your eyes taking in the muscled torso that just a few nights ago you’d had your hands all over and had held onto for dear life as he’d buried himself in you and fucked you into the sheets.
Ari on the other hand had been fixing the trucks with Jake and Max when he’d stopped for a drink, desperate for any kind of relief from the oppressive afternoon heat. Walking around to the hotel bar, he’d stopped dead in his tracks when he’d looked over and seen you walking out of the water and looking exactly like something out of a James Bond film. He’d practically drooled, his mind working in slow motion as he’d watched you rise out of the water, your skin - now tinged golden brown from the African sun, glistening with water as you reached up to slick back your long wet hair. His eyes had followed the sway of your hips as you’d walked through the water towards the shore, taking in your sumptuous curves in the tiny mango yellow bikini that seemed to make reoccurring appearances in his dreams every time his head hit the pillow.
Last night you’d been unable to cope with your pent up frustrations any longer, finally giving in to your inner urges and slipping your fingers underneath your panties with nothing but Ari on your mind. Ari had done the same when he’d finally returned home from his latest visit to Kabede, unable to think of anything but your glorious body above his as he desperately pumped his rock hard erection in his hands. Unbeknownst to either of you, the teasing was driving you both mad. Taunting thoughts of another naked, sweaty night among the sheets seemed to constantly play through both of your minds - you desperate to feel him bury himself inside you again and again while he fucked you senseless, and him struggling to think of anything but bending you over and watching your perfect ass bounce as he fucked you from behind. Though you didn’t know where you stood with Ari - unsure if there was truly something between you or whether it really was just sex, you did know that the next time you found him alone you’d struggle to stop yourself from climbing him like a tree.
—
“Where’s Ari?” you asked Max, gritting your teeth as you heard the German tourist mumbling what sounded like incoherent nonsense behind you. There was apparently a problem with his room and despite your best efforts to reason with him, the chauvinistic idiot wanted to speak to a ‘manager’ - in other words, a male instead of you. Not bothering to waste your time with Max and knowing that Jake and Sam were out on a dive, your best and last option was Ari. You sucked in a heavy breath of ocean air as you made your way to Ari’s room, trying your hardest to calm yourself and to let go of your anger at the idiot customer. The way he’d sneered at you had made you ball your fists, wanting nothing more than to reach over the desk and throw a punch in his sweaty face. Knowing that had the potential to ruin the entire operation though, you’d swallowed your pride and put on a smile, letting him know that you’d be back in a moment with the manager.
You reached up to run your fingers through your messy waves, exhaling loudly and knocking on Ari’s hotel room door. You frowned when you heard no response moments later, deciding to invite yourself in to see if he was even in his room. “Ari?” you called out as you opened the door and stepped inside, looking inside the dimly lit room until your eyes landed on the bed. “Y/N?”. Ari blinked as he looked back at you standing at the foot of his bed, certain he was still dreaming as he took in the sight of you. Wearing a thin pale orange summer dress that did nothing to hide your bikini clad body underneath and your hair tumbling down your tanned shoulders, Ari felt his morning arousal spring to attention beneath his bed sheets. Mmmm. He rolled over in bed as the fog of sleep lifted from his brain, his insides stirring as he felt the sudden overwhelming urge to stand up and drag you back down into his bed with him.
“Oh sorry Ari” you stammered, suddenly embarrassed that you’d walked in on him in bed, “When you’re ready I just need you for—”. Your words trailed off and your throat went dry as you watched him throw the blankets off himself, unable to avert your eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed and stood up in front of you in all of his perfect, naked glory. Fuck. Ari smiled, having noticed your frozen expression. “What do you need me for Y/N?”. You didn’t know where to look when he took a step towards you, your eyes bouncing between his muscled torso and his erect length standing at attention - long and thick and every bit as perfect as you remembered. You swallowed thickly, feeling Ari’s eyes on you in a heavy, heated gaze. All of sudden your mind couldn’t help but remember the feeling of yourself stretching deliciously around him, heat instantly pooling deep in your belly as you felt your own arousal between your legs.
You stood there frozen, your heart racing in your chest and wetness growing between your thighs as Ari watched you like a predator watches his prey. Watching you standing there, struggling to form the words to answer his question as your eyes darted between his face and his throbbing arousal, Ari couldn’t help but groan. Fuck he wanted you, he wanted you in every way possible, every single way possible at the mercy of him and his touch. “I—need you at the front desk. A guest wants—-”. Ari raised an eyebrow and took another step towards you, closing the distance between you and until his body was only inches from yours. “All I heard from that was that you need me Y/N” Ari chuckled in his deep, velvety voice, shivers running down your spine as his musky scent invaded your nose. You swallowed thickly for the second time in two minutes and pressed your thighs together, knowing that you’d practically be dripping with how unbelievably aroused you’d suddenly become. It was like everything over the last three days had built up and all at once had come crashing down on you like a wave - all of the lingering looks, the filthy thoughts, the memories from three nights ago. All of a sudden the air felt thick and you felt like your body was on fire. Ari.
You swallowed again and closed your eyes momentarily, opening them again to find Ari’s gaze burning into you. Focus Y/N. “I need you at the front desk. A guest is getting angry and he wants to speak to the manager which apparently isn’t me” you breathed slowly, relieved that your brain had managed to form enough words to answer him. Ari chuckled and reached up to run his fingers through his long waves, his eyes glued intently to your face. “Are you sure that’s all you need me for?”. He knew exactly what he was doing and knew he was teasing you, knowing just how much his words were tempting you as he watched your breathing quicken. He’d been thinking about you non stop since he’d woken up alone three days ago, right now wanting nothing more than to hear his name fall from your perfect lips. He wanted you, and he knew from looking at your darkened eyes and ragged breathing that you wanted him too. He just wanted to hear you say it. You chewed on your bottom lip as the ghost of a smile threatened to pull your lips apart, looking back up into his heated gaze as you tried to find the words to answer his question. You knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew that he did too. You wanted this, you did, you’d wanted this every night for the past three days. Your sex was practically throbbing with want between your thighs, desperate to have him buried inside you rough and deep until you were coming apart around him. “I think there might be something else you need me for Y/N” Ari bent and whispered in your ear when you didn’t answer his question, his deep, vibrating voice sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing down through your body.
“What makes you think that?” you whispered, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hot breath on your heated skin. “Well, a couple of things” Ari answered slowly, his eyes flickering to your lips and back again, “Like the way you’re practically trembling right now”. He loved seeing you like this, so obviously wanting him but clearly fighting it with everything you had, his erection pulsing as he reached down to skim his fingers along the bottom of your dress. He chuckled when he felt your body tremble at his touch, his muscles tensing when he watched you desperately bite your lip again. “Or the way your breathing has gotten all shaky” he whispered again, lips ghosting over your neck and threatening to make your knees give out beneath you. You opened your eyes again to find Ari’s eyes watching your face, flickering down to your lips and making you press your thighs together even harder. Ari grinned darkly, “And I bet that if I was to put my hand up here” he whispered, caressing your leg and slowly creeping his fingers up your thigh and towards your burning sex, “That we’d find your pussy all wet too”.
You let out an involuntary moan at his filthy words in your ear, dropping your head back and hearing a sigh escape your throat as his fingers climbed higher on your leg. Ari felt his muscles clench as his fingers skimmed the seam of your bikini bottoms, stepping closer to you so that his length pressed hard against your belly. Your breathing hitched as you braced yourself for his touch, closing your eyes and chewing on your bottom lip as your heartbeat thumped in your ears. The anticipation of it all was killing you - your body was practically screaming for him, suddenly desperate to feel his touch, to have his hands on you, to have him pin you up against the wall and take you. “Ariiii” you breathed, your voice coming out as a breathless moan, “Please don’t tease”. Ari smirked, hovering his fingertips over the crease of your thigh and fighting the urge to groan as he felt the heat from your sex on his fingers. God he wanted you. He wanted you pressed up against him just like the other night, he wanted you naked in front of him with your legs wrapped around his head, moaning his name as he buried his face in your sweet pussy all over again. Just as he opened his mouth to tell you how much he loved seeing you desperate for him, a knock on the hotel room door made you both spring apart in shock.
“Yeah?” Ari called out after a moment, his eyes on you as you ran your fingers through your hair, trying to compose yourself as you leaned against the wall. “Ari man, There’s a shitty customer at the front desk wanting to speak to the manager and he’s getting worse” Max’s voice spoke through the door, “You need to come out and deal with it. Y/N went off to find you about it too, have you seen her?”. “I haven’t seen her” Ari answered a little too quickly, clearing his throat loudly, “I’ll be out in a second”. Your eyes widened at the mention of your name, sucking in a silent breath as you did your best to ignore the sound of your pounding pulse in your ears. Had Max come a few seconds earlier, he would have without a doubt caught you with Ari. You’d been only moments away from losing yourself in Ari, knowing that the second his fingers hit the spot between your thighs you would have lost all control and been putty in his hands.
You both stood in silence as you listened to Max’s footsteps walk away from the room, your shoulders relaxing with relief as a breath escaped your lips. It was as if Max’s voice had pulled you out of your dazed bubble of arousal, your mind thinking clearly for the first time since you’d seen Ari stand naked in front of you. You had to get out of Ari’s room, you had to get away from him. You wanted him, every single part of him, but you knew that right now wasn’t the time. It was just too risky during the day, especially with all of the guests around. You could only imagine what would happen if the rest of the team or worse, Sam, found out, and you weren’t about to take that chance and jeopardize everything you’d worked to achieve here. You knew that if you stood there any longer, one step away from Ari and his perfect naked form, you’d end up in bed fucking each other senseless as all manner of noises escaped the both of you. You couldn’t take the chance. You had to leave now. You moved to step towards the door of the hotel room, Ari suddenly catching your arm and pulling you back to face him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ari whispered, looking back at you with the same, dark, heavy gaze. “I’m going back to the main building Ari, and you should too. They need you to deal with that out there” you breathed, forcing yourself to stay in control as your eyes locked with Ari’s heated gaze. “I’m no where near done with you Y/N” Ari breathed, his hand releasing your arm and moving to grip one side of your hips. You shook your head, “Ari, it’s too risky right now, we could get caught”. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you again since the moment I woke up that morning” he replied ignoring your words, “I don’t care if we get caught”. You shook your head, “Well I do. Sam would murder you if he found out Ari, and if you were thinking with the brain in your head rather than the brain between your legs right now, you’d realise that too”. “Y/N” Ari breathed, his grip on your hip tightening, “Don’t act like you don’t want it too. I can see it all over your face”. You let out a soft breath, once again aware of the growing wetness between your legs as you glanced down his body. His erection was still standing long, thick and hard between you, your mind suddenly fighting the overwhelming urge to drop to your knees and take him in your mouth. “I know you want me as much as I want you Y/N”.
You closed your eyes momentarily, breathing in deeply and once again biting on your bottom lip. He was right, you wanted him, you did, and if you didn’t leave right now, at this very second, you knew you were done for. You were so wet and willing for him that you knew you’d be moaning and crying out his name in minutes, every single person in the hotel listening as you lost yourself in him again and again. No. You had to leave now. “Ari, you have to go to the front desk. This–” you paused, gesturing between you and him, “Whatever this is, can wait”. Ari shook his head and looked down at you, his fingers sliding down your hip until they reached the hem of your short dress, his fingers teasing your skin once again. “What if I don’t want to wait Y/N?”. The corner of your lips tugged into a smile as you looked back at him, every single fiber in your body screaming at you to wrap your arms around him and drag him down to the bed. You shook your head and stepped forward to close the distance between you, inhaling his musky scent as you pressed your lips to the skin below his ear. “You have too Ari” you whispered seductively, pausing to nip his lobe and grinning when he let out a low growl, “But if you come find me tonight I promise I’ll make sure the wait was worth it”.
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“For fucks sake” you muttered under your breath, frowning as you sorted through the pile of papers sitting at the front desk. This wasn’t your job, you weren’t a hotel receptionist. You were a doctor, you’d spent more than 7 years studying to make a difference in people’s lives. So why the fuck were you doing this? You grumbled to yourself when you finally found the paper you were looking for, reminding yourself that the facade of the hotel was all for a good cause. What you and the team were doing here was making an actual difference, you were saving hundreds of lives with every single smuggle. You let out a deep breath and sighed. It would all be worth it in the end.
You added up the cash takings for the day and scribbled down the final total at the bottom of the paper, reaching up to run your fingers through your long damp hair. Today had been hotter than usual, the afternoon heat thick and unrelenting as the sun had beat down during the day. You’d gone for at least five dips in the ocean throughout the day, the water the only source of relief in the unforgiving heat - even if it only lasted for fifteen minutes. Even sunset had failed to relieve the oppressive heat, a hot breeze still present in the air despite it being just after midnight. Most of the guests had retired to their rooms for the night to escape the heat, the last pair of customers leaving the bar ten minutes ago after you’d called last drinks.
You bagged up the cash and put it in the hotel’s safe, feeling beads of sweat form at the back of your neck as you returned to the desk and took a loud sip of your straight whiskey. You swallowed noisily as the liquid burnt your throat, closing your eyes briefly and savoring the smokey flavour. You knew the alcohol wouldn’t be helping the heat situation but you didn’t care - you needed it after the day you’d had. You’d been on edge ever since you’d forced yourself to leave Ari’s room this morning, the image of his naked form taunting your thoughts the entire day. It had taken everything you had to walk out of the room, every single fiber in your body screaming at you to let him peel off your dress and put his mouth on every inch of your skin. You opened your eyes and let out a soft sigh. To say you were frustrated would have been an understatement. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this - so ridiculously desperate to have someone. It was like an itch you just couldn’t scratch, knowing that the feeling wouldn’t go away until you were alone with him once again. You wondered idly if Ari was feeling the same as you were, his words from earlier this morning suddenly echoing in your head and answering your mental question for you. I know you want me as much as I want you.
A shiver ran down your spine as his deep voice played through your mind once again, the muscles deep in your belly clenching as you found yourself thinking about him for the thousandth time today. The heated way he’d looked at you when he’d gotten out of bed, his incredible muscled form and perfect erect length as he’d stalked towards you, the way he’d crept his fingers oh-so-slowly up your leg. Oh Ari. You closed your eyes and took another long sip of your drink, finding yourself wondering if you’d see him at all tonight. You’d barely seen him today after you’d left him, despite telling him to come and find you later tonight. Though you were pretty sure that he would come and find you eventually, the anticipation of it all had been killing you all day. You tapped your fingers against the whiskey glass and looked out at the empty tables in the area in front of the desk, unable to ignore the feeling of want between your legs as you struggled to think of anything else but Ari.
Ari ran his fingers through his hair as he walked along the sand, his insides stirring wildly as he got closer to the main building of the hotel. He could only hope that you’d be there after having just found your room empty, your words from this morning telling him to come and find you later playing through his mind like a mantra. He’d waited all day to find you knowing that you didn’t want to risk anyone finding out, the waiting undeniable torture as he struggled to think about any else except you naked and wrapped around him as he fucked you over and over like he had three nights ago. He stepped inside the side door of the building and walked through to the main restaurant area, his eyes taking in the deserted tables and chairs under the dim hotel lights. Everything looked like it had been packed and closed up for the day, one lone over head light by the front desk left on and lingering over the empty area.
“Drink?”. Your voice made Ari flip around in an instant, his gaze landing on you sitting perched on the hotel desk holding an almost empty tumbler in your hands. He watched you lift the glass and drain the last of the amber liquid, his eyes taking in your golden skin and soft curves under your thin white dress. Even from where he was standing he could see the glisten of liquid on your full lips, a shiver running down his spine as he remembered the way they’d felt against his skin only a few nights ago. You licked your lips and flashed Ari a soft smile, reaching for the bottle of whiskey behind you and refilling your glass. “You look like you need this” you mused as you put the bottle back down, shifting on the desk and holding out the glass to him. You felt your insides stir as he made his way over to you, your eyes traveling up his muscled body and momentarily lingering on the area of exposed skin beneath his half buttoned shirt. You swallowed thickly. Your pulse had started to quicken the moment you’d looked up from the desk and seen him walk into the building. Him being here meant only one thing, and you knew that the both of you knew exactly what that was.
Ari came to a stop in front of you, his body barely an inch from your dangling legs. He flashed an effortlessly handsome smile as he took the glass and you felt your knees go instantly weak, suddenly thankful that you were sitting rather than standing. “I’ve barely seen you all day” you breathed, watching as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a long sip, “Where have you been?”. Ari swallowed noisily and looked up at you on the desk, his eyes flickering down to the soft line of cleavage beneath your dress. “Honestly?” he asked slowly, tapping his fingers against the glass, “Avoiding you”. He watched as a confused look crossed your face, his eyes once again flickering down as you shifted your legs on the bench. “Avoiding me?” you replied softly, unsure if you should be pissed off or hurt by his response. Why on earth would he have been avoiding you?
Ari nodded and took another long sip, draining the glass and putting it down on the desk beside you. “I had to. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself”. You frowned, still not quite understanding, your eyes watching him closely as you waited for him to continue. “I can’t stop thinking about what happened three nights ago Y/N. Every time I look at you all I can think about is how badly I want you”. His words echoed in your ears and you felt the faintest of smiles grow on your lips as you looked back at him. You knew exactly how he felt, you wanted him just as badly, your mind suddenly wondering if you should tell him that you too had struggled to think of anything else except him. You wanted him, you needed him, just like you had three nights ago. You glanced down at your feet and inhaled a silent breath, lifting your eyes back to find his eyes burning into you with a look that you knew meant only one thing. Oh Ari. You exhaled softly and swallowed, feeling your muscles clench as you looked back at Ari standing inches in front of you. “You’re not the only one that can’t stop thinking about what happened three nights ago Ari”.
Ari groaned internally, exhaling loudly and holding your gaze as he watched you licked your lips. All of sudden you didn’t need anymore words. Ari. He stepped forward and closed the distance between you, parting your legs and standing between them as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a heavy, heated kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth and danced with yours in a passionate, open mouthed kiss, his fingers reaching around to curl into your hair and holding you tight to him. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him tighter against your body, a moan escaping your throat when you felt his length press against your belly through your clothes. Oh fuck.
Ari groaned when you slid your hands up into his hair, your fingers fisting into his long locks and tugging as you kissed him. He’d wanted this again since the moment he’d woken up alone three days ago, wanting nothing more than to feel you pressed against him as you moaned his name out loud. Now, it was finally happening. Ari released your hair and slid his hands down your back, pausing to slip off the thin straps of your dress so that the top half fell down your body. His hands went back up to your neck and pulled on the halter string of your bikini, loosening the tie until your breasts fell free between you. Ari released your lips and bent to press his lips to your now exposed chest, massaging your skin and eliciting another moan from you when he captured your left nipple with his mouth.
“Oh Ari” you breathed, dropping your head back and tightening your fingers in his hair, revelling in the sweet torture of his mouth on your sensitive peaks. He switched to your right breast and pressed wet, open mouthed kisses to your soft skin, heat pooling deep in your belly as you gave in to the feeling of him. He released your nipple with a gentle pop and trailed kisses down your stomach, glancing up at you with a burning gaze as he bunched up your dress at your waist. Your breathing was ragged now, shallow breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as you realised what he was about to do. You’d dreamt about this for the past three days, your mind unable to forget the heady feeling of his tongue between your thighs, remembering the way he’d teased an orgasm from you as he’d tongued and fingered your folds. You unwrapped your legs from Ari’s waist and sucked in a silent breath when he pushed them apart even further, the heat between your legs suddenly insatiable as you felt your arousal spread.
Ari hooked his finger in your bikini bottoms and pulled them across to the side, tearing his eyes from yours and glancing down at the sight he’d been constantly dreaming about seeing again. Fuck. You were already wet for him, your perfect pink folds glistening with arousal and want for him, Ari’s insides stirring wildly as he looked at your glorious body in front of you. Fuck yes Y/N. Your own muscles clenched deliciously at the anticipation of having him there again, your heart racing in your chest as you began to writhe your hips against the hotel desk. “You have the most perfect pussy Y/N” Ari breathed as he bent to trail kisses along your inner thighs, “I’ve been wanting so badly to taste you again”. His words rang in your ears and you chewed on your bottom lip, a soft moan sounding from your throat when he looked up and met your gaze with his lips less than an inch from your most intimate parts. He licked his lips and you bit your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood, every single one of your muscles tightening as you waited for the inevitable. “Ari!” you moaned when he finally pressed his tongue to your folds, dropping yourself back onto the desk as Ari growled and buried his face in your pussy. Oh Y/N. He felt like he’d been waiting forever for this, your pussy soft and warm and tasting just as sweet as he remembered. Fuck Y/N.
Ari looked up as he closed his lips around your clit, watching as you suddenly cried out and arched your back against the desk. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, your hips gyrating against the desk as he tortured you with his tongue. His arms circled your legs to pin you to the desk, his thumbs reaching up to spread your folds open and give him better access to your sweet wetness. “Oh Ari!” you cried out in a breathy voice, struggling to keep your moans quiet, “Fuck—yes!”. Ari grinned at your moans and paused momentarily, stepping back briefly to once again admire the sight of your perfect pussy. “You taste so sweet Y/N” Ari mused, exhaling loudly as he pushed two fingers into you and groaned when he felt you stretch around him, “And you’re so fucking tight baby, oh fuck yes”.
You were a writhing mess at this point, hot, sweaty and so incredibly turned on, your mind unable to think about anything but Ari as he fucked you with his fingers. You wanted to come and you knew that he’d be teasing an orgasm from you in minutes if he kept this up, his fingers hitting that perfect spot with each push in. You could feel the heat building, the pressure growing deep in your belly, your hands scrambling on the desk in an attempt to find something to hold on to. “Oh Ari right there, right there oh my fucking god!”. Strings of words and profanities fell from your lips, your chest heaving as he held you down and curled his fingers inside you. “You like that Y/N?” Ari growled, pumping his fingers faster, “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”. A cross between a cry and a moan slipped from lips at his filthy words, your hips grinding into the desk as you felt yourself hurtling towards the edge.
Watching you open, exposed and writhing on the desk in front of him, Ari felt his body go into overdrive. His erection twitched almost painfully in his shorts, throbbing with desperate arousal as he raced to bring you to the edge. He knew that when he did finally fuck you he wouldn’t last long, all of his arousal from the last few days spreading through his body like a shock wave. When he did finally fuck you, it would be hard, rough and fast. Fuck. Ari groaned. “Come for me baby, just like that. Come around my fingers”. He bent and pressed his tongue to your folds, flicking his tongue in perfect unison with his pumping fingers and making you cry out once again. “Oh fuck Ari!”. In an instant it was all too much and you felt yourself free falling off the edge, a burst of hot pressure spreading through your body as you cried out his name and bucked your hips against the desk.
Ari looked up in time to see you drop your head back in ecstasy, holding you to the desk and slowing down his fingers as you rode out your orgasm in front of him. He licked one last long slow trail up your folds and grinned when you twitched violently, standing up and licking his lips as you sucked in ragged breaths on the desk. “Oh Ari” you breathed heavily, still feeling the remnants of warmth spreading through your body as he withdrew his fingers, “That was incredible”. Your eyes fluttered open and you reached up to run your fingers through your hair, looking up just in time to see a now shirtless Ari unbuttoning his shorts and freeing his thick arousal. You swallowed thickly at the sight of his erect length and watched as Ari stroked himself, the muscles in your belly clenching as you tore your eyes away and met his gaze once again. Ari exhaled loudly. “Bend over for me Y/N, this is gonna be quick”.
In an instant you’d forgotten all about your orgasm from only moments ago, suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel Ari buried inside you, his hands holding your hips as his thick length filled you. You slid off the desk and turned to press your belly against the wood, pushing your ass into Ari and moaning when he kneaded your round cheeks. “Fuck your ass is incredible Y/N” Ari breathed, his mouth going slack as he pumped himself above your perfect, peachy ass. He’d wanted to take you from behind from the moment he’d seen you naked the other night, having admired your ass on more than one occasion each time he’d seen you in your bikinis.
You flexed your fingers against the wood as you felt him line himself up with your entrance, a breathy moan falling from your lips when you felt him push into you. Oh Ari, baby! You both let out strangled moans as you relished in the delicious feeling of stretching around him, the feeling just as incredible as you remembered it had been only three nights ago. There was nothing quite like the feeling of adjusting to his size inside you, shivers of pleasure running down your spine as your eyes rolled and your lips fell open. “Oh Y/N, yes” Ari moaned deeply, reaching down to grip either side of your hips and squeezing your golden skin, “You feel– oh god yes, baby. You ready?”.
You wiggled your hips impatiently, answering his question without words, swearing you could hear him grin behind you as he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting his hips back into you. You both let out moans as Ari began to roll his hips into you, your mind completely devoid of anything but thoughts of him. This was finally happening again, the scene you’d imagined as you’d relieved your own frustrations last night no longer just a thought in your head. “Fuck. You. Feel. So. Good” Ari breathed between thrusts, each of his words coming quicker than the last as his pace quickly increased.
Before long he was pounding into you relentlessly, his grip on your hips like a vice as his hips slapped against your ass. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room, your pulse pounding in your ears as you gripped the desk and fought hopelessly to keep your moans quiet. Neither of you needed someone to walk and see Ari bending you over and fucking you senseless into the hotel desk but right now you struggled to even care. All you could think about was Ari and the way he was fucking you like a man possessed, all of the want and built up arousal over the past few days clearly having affected him as much as it had you.
You could feel the pressure building in your belly with each new push, your body feeling like it was going to split at the seams as he thrust all the way in and out over and over. “Ari oh my god” you moaned, turning your head and pressing your cheek into the cool wood, “Fuck. Yes. Baby. Right there”. “Right there?” Ari growled, his grip now bruising into your hips as the heat in your belly burned, “You like it right there? Come for me Y/N, I know you wanna come”. You were racing towards the edge, hurtling towards the finish line for the second time tonight, knowing that you were only moments away from the grand finale as Ari fucked you from behind.
Ari gritted his teeth as he slammed himself into you over and over again, using every ounce of strength he had to delay his finish until you came around him. He knew you were close, he could tell from the way your walls were squeezing around his throbbing length with each push in, beads of sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into your pussy. He watched as you lifted one hand from the desk and reached down between your thighs, all of his self control threatening to break as you started to rub two fingers against your clit. “Oh fuck” Ari groaned, unable to remember the last time he’d seen something so sexy as he watched you tease yourself between your bodies.
“Oh there” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and rubbing your fingers faster into your clit, “There baby there, right there Ari. Go deep, go deep, oh fuck!”. Everything went white as the pressure in your belly finally snapped, Ari’s name falling from your lips like a prayer as warmth and pleasure crashed through your body from your fingers to your toes. Ari gritted his teeth and held onto your writhing hips, fucking you through your high with everything he had until he was no longer able to take it. With an animalistic groan he pulled out and found his own release, his entire body shuddering as he milked his length and spilled himself all over your perfect, round ass.
Your legs were like jelly as you lay bent over against the desk, your body a sweaty, sticky, panting mess. You opened your eyes and looked back over your shoulder to find Ari looking like he’d just run a marathon, one arm on either side of your body as he tried to compose himself against the desk. You grinned as you watched him reach up and slick back his sweat drenched hair, lifting his eyes and meeting yours with a wide, cheeky grin. “That was fucking incredible Y/N”. You laughed as he cleaned you up with a towel and smoothed your dress back down over your body, giving your ass a playful swat as you stood up and turned to lean back against the desk to face Ari.
You grinned and reached out to pull him by his shirt, pulling him to you and pressing your lips to his in a rough kiss. You tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth and smiled when you heard him chuckle, releasing his lip and breaking away to look up into his beautiful blue eyes. “So, was the wait worth it?” you asked cheekily, jumping back to sit on the desk and tilting your head as you looked at him. Ari laughed and shook his head, stepping forward to stand between your open legs and resting his hands on your thighs. He grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing with a mischievous chuckle. “Abso-fucking-lutely”.
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50 Cute Date Ideas
taking a rain walk
going to a library and showing each other their favourite books
visiting a waterpark together
taking a walk through a park or a forest and admiring the colors
going to the zoo and pointing out the coolest animals
playing disk golf together
doing a scavenger hunt for cute little trinkets
visiting a museum about something you know nothing about
going to a bookshop and selecting books for each other
having a picknick with lots of seasonal food
visiting a brewery and doing a tasting
going to a café with an amazing tea selection
watching movies together while it storms outside
visiting a park and playing basketball or football together
going on a bicycle tour and finding new places
making pottery together and carving in their initials as a memento for the cute date
playing board games in a small café
going thrift shopping together or checking out a flea market
getting trash bags and cleaning up a public place together
going on a night hike and enjoying the dark and silent world with just each other as company
singing karaoke together
going inline skating and trying not to fall too often
swimming in a lake together
visiting some old castles/churches/etc. they’ve always wanted to check out
going to a fair and playing games and going on the Ferris wheel
picking apples together
taking a painting class and gifting each other the painting they made
going to a concert of their favourite band
playing paintball as a team or against each other
going to the movies and buying their favourite treats
watching the sunrise or sunset together
cooking for each other and judging each other’s food like they’re on Top Chef
going on hayrides
visiting an escape room and trying to solve the puzzles
going camping nearby and enjoying the time without distractions
visiting an amusement park and going on all the fun rides
going to a restaurant they’ve never been to and trying new food together
trying to learn a new skill together
doing a movie marathon with childhood favourites
checking out all the wonderful plants in the botanical garden
visiting an old cemetery and making up stories for the different graves
going to a trampoline park together
watching a drag show together
renting a paddleboat and seeing how far they can go
checking out lost places together
doing a photo shoot at a cool location
taking dance lessons together
going on a guided city tour even if both grew up there
doing a pub crawl and trying different drinks
volunteering together for something that’s important to both of them
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