One More Meeting // Mafia!Stucky X Fem!reader

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Y/N Rogers got the healthier genes compared to her twin brother, Steve. But they both got an equal amount of stupidness and stubbornness. Due to this, she ends up helping in World War Two and waking up in 2008. Without anyone she knows. Y/N has to learn to survive in a different century while working with SHIELD. How will she survive in a different time without anyone she loves? Or will she find someone, but can’t figure out if they’re truly meant to be?

(The chapters aren’t perfectly organized. But I did split up the biggest chunks.)

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FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Bucky Barnes Master List

OS-ONE SHOT

S-series

Eyes-OS: Bucky never thought that during his usual morning run with Steve his life would change forever.

Home-OS:  Reader dreads going to her best friends wedding because she has to sit next her ex the entire night. What happens when she finds out the reason behind their breakup was just a lie?[AU]

Soldat-S: Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now? COMPLETED

Dorogaya-S(sequel to Soldat):   It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen? COMPLETED

Besplatno-OS- This takes place in the same universe as SOLDAT/DOROGAYA/ VAS PRIZRAK.  Bucky had finally awoken in Wakanda but there was one thing keeping him and reader from celebrating their new found calm together; Is the Winter Soldier still buried deep in Bucky?

Vas Prizrak-S(Third part to Soldat Series)- Bucky and Reader’s life in Wakanda had been everything they ever wanted. But when they are told about the fight that was on it’s way to them, they fear that life would be dusted away for good. COMPLETED.

Time-S:  Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone? CURRENTLY WRITING

Soul Mates-OS:   Growing up, Y/N was told stories about Soul Mate Dreamers. You would dream your soul mates memories and they would stop once you shared your fist kiss. Y/N never believed in those stories, until a new neighbor moved in right next door.

Forever- Request:  Could I request something with Bucky x Australian!reader either something fluffy or smutty or both where he loves her accent or takes the piss out of her trying to imitate it

I’ll Be Okay- Request-OS- Is Bucky’s and Reader’s relationship worth saving or is it on the brink of destruction? Based on Shawn Mendes “I’ll Be Okay.”

Brainwashed-Request-OS-  Bucky x reader where they are dating and he’s an asshole after a huge argument and reader gets captured and brainwashed by HYDRA and Bucky realizes his mistakes? They meet again during a mission and Bucky also realizes he lost reader forever.

Early Morning Birthday Surprise.

Request from @cinema212:  Hiya!! So I love your blog and have been following you for a while now. My 22 birthday is on the 19th and I was wondering if maybe I could get a birthday story? If possible could it be fluffy with maybe a bit of steamy goodness as well lol. With a curvy reader maybe somewhat matching my description 😅thank you so much 💜💜💜💜

Note: Hope this is okay!

Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,471

Warnings: There is smut in this. Not an awful lot but still….if you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ! There is also some language in here!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Knock! Knock!

An irritated groan rolled out from your lips as the intrusive sound started to pull you from the amazing dream you’d been having. Instead of climbing out of bed and going to answer the door you just buried your face into your pillow a little more and brought it up to either side of your head to try and block out the sound.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

It wasn’t a groan that left you this time but a full-blown scream of annoyance as you slammed your hand blindly down onto your bedside cabinet to try and grab at your phone. In a dazed state you roll onto you back and tap the screen to see the time. Initially the bright light seemed to burn at your eyes but before long your vision focused properly and you were able to see just what time it actually was…..and it didn’t lighten your mood at all.

“It’s four o’clock in the morning! Jesus!”

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocks were growing more desperate in their nature and so rather reluctantly you hauled yourself out of bed and begrudgingly walked over to the door before swinging it open with an angry scowl on your tired face. “You better have a damn goo-“

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Soldat

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

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Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten-END

Holy Water💦

halloween party

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n finally let the sexual tension get the best of them

warnings: smut, dirty talk, getting fucked while looking in the mirror (and filming a tik tok), fluff, swear words, drinking

y/n sat on her phone scrolling through tik tok when a ding made her eyes look towards the top. 

vincent: u tryna match for the halloween party or what?

y/n: what u wanna be?

vinnie: idk look on spirit or we can go

y/n: come pick me up

y/n got out of bed, slipping on her converse and fixing her hair. the hype house was throwing a halloween party this year and y/n was invited. 

she adored everything about halloween and was beyond stoked for the party. 

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x Stepdad's Best Friend!Lloyd Hansen

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | AGE GAP, STEPCEST, innocent!/inexperienced!reader, jealousy, possessive behaviour, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf!Lloyd Hansen. size difference: 6’6” Lloyd & 6’7” Ari. SMUT - minors DNI, “exhibitionism” but it’s more like voyeurism, “lessons,” fingering (f), p*ssy slapping, daddy kink, dirty talk, innocence/ruined kink, corruption kink, degradation, dumbification, size kink, dacryphilia, spitting, oral (f), overstimulation, squirting.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.19K

𝗔/𝗡 | must resist making this into a filthy series but I have no self control so let's see what you all think first !! reader took a year off before applying to college, and lived with her dad before moving in with her mother and meeting Ari. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. All mistakes are my own. [all asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Grabbing another piece of bread, you quickly stuff your mouth to muffle your moans. You dare to spare a glance at your lap, which was definitely a bad idea. 

His fingers are drenched, coated to the knuckle with your slick as he pumps in and out of your core. With your cute summer dress flipped up, and your panties hanging out of his pocket—you fall apart all over again. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as your ankles hook around the legs of the chair, hips grinding against his hand.  Weakly attempting to hold him still, you teeter over the cusp and tremble, your juices dripping out and trailing down your leg. Lloyd doesn’t stop, in fact, he only gets rougher. Your grip is nothing compared to his hunger to have you make a stupid mess on Ari’s fancy cushioned dining chairs for the second time that evening. 

It all started when he dropped his fork and slipped under the table to retrieve it. To your surprise, he found more interest in the shortness of your dress, and being crouched between your legs, he caught a glimpse of your pink cotton panties. 

Lloyd couldn’t control himself, he needed to touch you. 

Also, today's lesson was on staying quiet and subtle: “college kids will fuck anywhere, you need to learn to keep those pretty lips shut and not be so obvious.” 

These lessons started at the beginning of the summer after one night of too much wine. To your stepfather’s best friend, you confessed your sexual inexperience and the itching worry of being unlike the rest of your peers. 

He simply brushed over your core, and you choked on a gasp before your lovely stepfather left to refill the pitcher of water. Lloyd took that opportunity to pry your thighs apart and sloppily mouth over your clothed cunt, groaning heavily against you. 

The older man sucked on your clit, flicking the bundle with his tongue and soaking the cotton in salvia before tearing off your panties and returning to his seat. That was just in time for Ari to rush back with the full pitcher. 

For however long, he’s been working you with his fingers. A numbing combination of teasing and overstimulation tearing you apart like petals from a delicate flower. Your delicate flower. 

Surging forward for another piece of bread, you shove it into your mouth. The dull ache in your jaw goes ignored because this was the only way to shut up—Lloyd didn’t give you a break or even a breathier. 

The older brunet scoots closer, it’s barely noticeable and it gets him a better angle on your cunt. He tries to slip a third finger alongside the rest, prodding at your already-full hole, but you’re too tight and too small for his thick digits. Lloyd settles for sliding in deep and rubbing your sore clit with his palm, curling his long fingers against that little rough patch inside you with ease. 

He slows down as he tells a story of his recent travels, or his recent date—god, you don’t know. You can barely think with his thick digits scissoring you open, tracing up your slit to your clit to rub it in hard circles. He pulls back a few inches, then swings forward with a swift slap on your warmth, making your knee slam into the table. 

Your stepfather looks over with wide eyes, “Woah, slow down, honey. You might choke.” He chuckles, refilling your glass of water, “drink something before your mouth dries out.” 

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod. 

Lloyd has a sick smirk on his face as he lightly spanks your pussy, it isn’t as hard as the first time but it sends the same shocks through your body. 

Ari runs a hand through his long brown hair, “Sweetie, have you told Lloyd about being accepted to your dream college?”  

A squeaky reply is all the men get, your stomach tensing all over again as Lloyd teasingly fucks you with his pinky. The cool metal of his ring presses against your heat, and you want nothing more than to rock against his hand, begging him to just force a third finger into you. 

“Oh really!” He feigns surprise, his moustache twitching as he grins, “well, aren’t you a smart cookie—soon enough, you’ll be even richer than me.”

Ari smiles brightly, “I’m very proud of her, she’s such a good girl. After her year off and with her mother absent so often, you’d think she’d act up or have an attitude, but no. This little one is an angel, never even curses.”

Lloyd knows that, he also knows that you turn into a flustered mess when you attempt dirty talk. The most he ever got from you was a weak, “want y-your mouth on me—down there please, daddy.” 

“Silly girl, you’ve got crumbs on your face, c’mere.” 

Your eyes widen when Ari leans over the table, gently pinching your chin to wipe around your lips. A loud thumping fills your head in the same rhythm as your heart, it clouds your senses as fear courses through your veins. One glance over the edge, and Ari would see his best friend knuckle deep in your pussy, slowly working his ring finger alongside his pinky. 

With stiff bones, you clench your thighs and trap Lloyd’s hand when he tries to pick up the pace—you knew he had a thing for secrecy and the thrill, but it was like he wanted you to come again right now, to get caught. 

After what seemed like hours, Ari finally retreats. When he sits back down, he knocks over a spoon and it loudly clatters to the floor. 

“Aw, shit—” Ari huffs and looks around. “I think it went under the table.” 

“I’ll get it!” You slap a hand over your mouth, and embarrassment blooms as their clear blue eyes land on you, “sorry, um, I’ll get it for you.” 

“It’s okay, I’m not so old that I can’t bend down anymore.” Your stepfather laughs, wiping his hands and pushing out of his chair. 

All oxygen is yanked from your lungs as you try to swat away Lloyd’s hand, but he took advantage of your flustered state and pried your thighs open again. Ruthlessly fingering your weepy cunt, stretching you open as you desperately try to cross your legs. 

You watch horrified as your stepfather disappears under the table, and your shaky hands clutch your dress, hoping to conceal at least a pinch of your modesty. 

Nothing happens. 

“A-Ari?”

It’s quiet for a few moments before a breath fans across your wet core. “I still can’t believe you couldn’t hold back from someone this once. Like really, my stepdaughter?”

A warm hand slides up your thigh, forcing your legs further apart, this time wide enough to fit a tall, muscular 6’7” man. 

Next to you, Lloyd shrugs. “What can I say? When she said how worried she was about being inexperienced, I had to offer my expertise.” 

Realization hits you like ice water, shocking you to the core. You’re limp as they easily manhandle you, making you lean against the back of the chair and slide closer to the edge. You feel like a doll as Ari tugs off your socks, slowly kissing up your calf to your knee, then switching to the other leg for the same treatment. His beard is rough against your skin, tickling you when he trails to your inner thighs. 

You almost forgot Lloyd was keeping you plugged up with his skilled fingers. 

Ari’s hair falls in front of his forehead as he looks up, licking his lips as if he’s leering at a full course meal, “I guess that means I should finally join too. Need to know what all the fuss is about.” Ari mutters, massaging the flesh inches from your soppy cunt, “What’s this lesson?”

Lloyd resumes his thrusts, disgusting wet noises making it all too obvious how much you were enjoying this—crossing the forbidden bridge, betraying your mother and diving headfirst into something you don’t even know. Tears start to well in your eyes, from pleasure and shame. 

“Aw, sweetheart, did you think your stepdaddy didn’t know anything?” Lloyd pouts at you, his hand tracing up and down your slit, from your clit to your creamy hole, “He knows everything. He knows that you rode my thigh, sucked my cock by the pool—oh, and he knows that you want to try anal this summer.”

You’re mortified as Ari chuckles, “I didn’t think you had it in you, baby. Always thought you were my sweet, innocent little girl—now I know you’re just a clueless slut who likes older men.”

The other brunet brings his hand to your face, showing you the strings of arousal webbed between his knuckles. “What a pretty crying face,” He watches the tears trail down your cheeks, and he restrains himself from licking them, “I’m sorry, pumpkin. I had to tell him, that’s what best friends do.” His eyes shine wickedly, “You're his little girl, he has the right to know what I’m doing to his stepdaughter.”

Ari leans close, the tip of his tongue following the traces of your last orgasm until he’s close enough to only smell you, nothing else. “Can you tell me what Lloyd is teaching you today, honey?”

Excitement drips out of you and down your puckered hole, creating a mess under your ass. You’re caught between humiliation and striking anticipation, but most of all, you’re confused—what do you do? What are you supposed to do in this situation?

“I asked you a question, baby. Unless Lloyd already fucked you stupid with just his fingers. Did he stretch your untouched cunt so good that you can’t even speak anymore?”

You helplessly nod, bottom lip wobbling as you slowly grind against the air, “Was s-supposed to keep quiet, not be obvious.”

Ari pins you down again, “Well, you need more practice on that. Almost bent you over the table after watching you come.” He spreads your sticky folds to examine your most sensitive spot. “Bad girl, you aren’t supposed to like this. Aren’t virgins supposed to be pure, not lifting their dresses for men twice their age.”

Lloyd laughs, “your little girl isn’t a virgin anymore, daddy.”

Your stepfather stiffens, head snapping up to shoot daggers to his friend’s face. “You fucked her?” 

“Not me, some guy she met when she went to New York.” 

Ari’s glare lands on you, and you can feel it in your soul. The burning sensation of his dark, heated blue eyes sears through your skin, and erupts an uncontrollable blaze of humiliation and guilt. 

“Oops, did I forget to mention that?” Lloyd hums thoughtfully, the ghost of a mischievous smirk on his lips. “My bad, it must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Yeah, I bet it did.” Your stepfather’s tone is sharper than a knife. 

The beginnings of an apology are on the tip of your tongue—but Lloyd shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you gag and taste yourself. A pitiful whimper floats into the open air, fluttering to the same spot your “I’m sorry, Ari” would have. 

“She’s so cute when she wants to come, or when it’s too much. You should really hear her beg.” Lloyd reminisces of you moaning into his ear the other day when you were bouncing on his thigh in the gym. After watching him work out, he said you deserved another lesson for keeping quiet to your stepfather. 

Looking back, you felt proud of yourself, but now you feel tricked. Ari knew the whole time and you were the fool. And, he just got struck with the revelation that you aren’t a virgin. 

There was no telling what would come next. 

“Too bad she failed today’s lesson. I used to hook up with girls all over campus during my days. In the library, washroom, closets, even hallways if we couldn’t find somewhere.”

“I know, one of them was my ex.”

“Pfft, she was a four at best.” Lloyd turns his attention to you, dipping his hand back between your legs, now soaked with your spit, “But this pumpkin, she’ll be a real hit.” He smirks, “ain’t that right? You’ll show all the guys what we’re going to teach you?” 

You cry out when he swats your cunt, wet slaps fill the dining room as he repeats the action again and again. A burn emits after each spank on your poor clit, right in place of his fingers. The moment he stops, Ari takes his place, spitting on your petals and giving you his fair share of slaps, harder and rougher. A clear form of punishment. 

“She’s fuckin’ soaked,” He marvels at the cream and his mouth waters, “You like getting your pussy slapped, honey? Since you like it so much, maybe I should stop. Rightfully punish you for letting some guy pop your cherry without my permission.” He hisses, nostrils flaring, “Lloyd told me you’ve squirted from this, soaked your bed sheets while I was sleeping next door.” 

The moustached man sucks his fingers, cleaning your juices with desire. “I guess you should thank me, Ari. Since all of a sudden, you grew a pair of balls.” 

The implication was true yet you had no clue about it. How much Ari has wanted you, longed for your body under his—for you to be his. So, he did what any other person in his position would have done, his utterly sinful and taboo situation. He forced himself to keep a distance from his young and beautiful stepdaughter because this was wrong, but it felt so right. 

Ari laughs humourlessly, easily pushing your chair back so he can pop up from under the table. Now, on his knees between your legs, inhaling your intoxicating scent as his friend spreads your weepy petals, exposing your most sensitive spot to your stepdad. 

“Think I can slide in there too?”

Lloyd snorts, “You can try, but this little thing could barely take two of mine.”

“What do you say, baby? Are you going to let your stepdad stretch your pussy too?” His lashes brush his cheekbones with every slow blink, the underlying hint of anger still present. 

You offer nothing but a shaky yes, desperate to make it up to him, to be his good girl like you’ve always been since you met him. It was only a year ago, but moving from your father’s house to Ari’s mansion was a dramatic change. Not only did you have an immediate crush on him, but you were welcomed into a world of riches, luxurious yachts and vacations. 

Your attachment to Ari grew quickly. From your workaholic father, to your absent mother, you never had anyone to rely on. While your mother was on business trips or spending her new husband’s money, your pure, sheltered little heart leapt at the chance of having someone to trust. 

He has always been so kind to you, a true gentleman when it came to treating you with honour and respect, he was also who you went to for advice. All advice except sexually—although, he did know about your first kiss. 

He’s been aware of your lessons with his best friend, even encouraged them perhaps, but he’s upset about your New York trip. 

You suddenly wish he was the one to take your virginity instead of that blue-eyed, blond boxer, regardless of how handsome and charming he was. You wanted Ari, you wanted him so badly. 

Your wide gaze follows his thick and long digits circle your hole and collect your juices before slipping in. He’s bigger than Lloyd and feels entirely different. As he reaches deeper, he stretches you wider, and your arousal gushes out around him. 

He’s nearly drooling at the sight of you struggling to take only two, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. You’ve been keeping it from me—you gave it to someone else, and that isn’t very nice.” His thumb lands on your clit, rubbing hard on the sensitive nub. 

You moan loudly, and your hands scramble, your touch is placed on something and that something happens to be Lloyd’s hard cock. He’s as warm and heavy in your hand as the first time, that familiarity makes your stomach tighten and your walls clench around Ari. 

“Remember what I told you, baby?” Lloyd’s hand dwarfs yours as he secures your fist and slowly moves you up and down his length. He uses your slick from his fingers to make the slide easier. “C’mon, use that dumb little brain for daddy.” 

A series of needy whimpers flow above when Ari scissors his fingers. His bicep flexes when he pumps into you, twisting and curling his digits as you try to remember what Lloyd told you during one of your first lessons: how to pleasure a man. 

“Poor girl, she isn’t going to last much longer.” Ari spits again, growling as it dribbles down your swollen clit to his other digit prodding at your hole, “You aren’t coming until I’ve got three fingers in you.” 

The mere thought of taking three and being that full makes you mewl. Tears flow freely as his ring finger shoves in, joining his two other sturdy ones. He presses to his hilt and out again, coating them in your slick with every thrust. Your pussy weeps a stupid mess between your trembling thighs and you latch onto his head, stabilizing yourself with a pathetic cry, either begging for a break or pleading for more.   

Your fist tightens and Lloyd throws back his head, neck tensing as he hisses your name, “that’s it, good girl. Slowly, don’t want to waste my come, yeah? My baby wants it on her little cunt, wants to feel my seed on her not-virgin pussy.”

Ari lets out a disgruntled noise, his actions getting rougher and the squelching noises get louder. 

Lloyd kisses you, tongue slipping into your slack mouth. Salvia is exchanged between your muffled whines and you struggle to keep up, but with Ari between your legs, you can’t think straight. 

The tingles flutter all over your body, strumming you just right. Pure pleasure takes over your senses, hyper-focusing on the two men that have the strength to shatter you like fine china. You feel so small and powerless next to him, and with one of them devouring your cunt. 

His tongue swipes along your fold, flat and wide, gathering your cream before he spits it back onto you. Making you even messier and wetter for his fat fingers. Your toes curl in euphoria, and you’re entranced by the feeling of every ridge and his warm exhales combined with the slight brush of his facial hair.  

When he pulls back, it’s as if he’s a completely different man. Dark, ferocious and hungry with a beastly glimmer in his eyes. Even on his knees, he still feels bigger than you. 

“Fuck you, Lloyd—greedy bastard.” Ari dives forward, shoving his face into your pussy. His fingers spear you open as he drinks down your slick, his nose rubbing against your clit with every hard stroke of his tongue. 

Every thought, every responsibility is torn from your head and replaced with these two men.

Ari has yanked down the front of your dress, massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples as he devours you. Drawing out your choked moans like he was being paid for it. He releases you with a pop, trailing his lips to kiss your thighs to sweep up any rogue arousal. 

His cheek is pressed to your thigh, his blue eyes flickering between you making out with his friend and your hole as it cries around his fingers, adding to the mess on your chair. 

“D-Daddy, my—my thing please.” You beg, salvia covering your chin. 

He kisses your inner thighs, two fingers in your pussy, “What was that?”

Lloyd reaches down, spanking your puffy clit before forcing two more digits next to Ari’s. With a loud gasp, your hips raise at the sudden stretch. A dull pain blooms from your core, bleeding into every part of your body as your cunt tries to adjust. 

You squeal between clenched teeth, thighs threatening to shut before your stepfather pins them open, hooking your knees over his shoulders. “Poor little cunt—she’s stretched to the brim, makes me wonder how my cock is gonna fit. Guess I’ll just force it in, huh, baby?” 

“Yes, yes, yes—please. Want it, want you.” You blubber. 

“Don’t you wish you had me pop your cherry with my big cock? I would have made you feel so good for your first time, worked you open just like this until you were ready. Then, I would have taken you nice and slow, fucked your untouched pussy, make you come as many times as you wanted.” His voice is low, almost a rumble in his chest, “but no, my little girl had to be a stupid slut and get fucked by some other guy—you shouldn’t even get to come for the whole fucking summer.” 

“Now, isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“No. If anything, it’s not enough.” Ari growls, “That purity—that honour was supposed to be mine.” 

You’re a twitching mess as they work you open, broken cries shake your chest as tears drip down your chin. Your eyes are shut tightly as you blindly reach for Ari’s hair, fisting the strands, you yank him closer to your core. 

You hadn’t even noticed you released Lloyd’s length until he grabs your hand, entwining your fingers and holding you still. 

He curls his digits, massaging your spot, “Oh, I think she wants you to suck on her clit.”

“Is that right, baby? You want your stepdaddy to suck your button? You think you deserve it for being a whore?” He asks. His resolve grows weaker as you moan his name between pleads, feebly trying to pull him to your cunt. 

“Fine, but you’re going to squirt for me.” He captures your clit in his mouth, sucking delicately at first. His blue eyes captive yours as he hums against you, the vibrations make you clench around their fingers, sucking them greedily. 

Your stepfather presses closer, massaging your bundle with his tongue between suckles as they get harsher and hungrier, his rough facial hair digging deep into your puffy folds. 

It’s a wonder how you lasted this long, between their filthy words and their skilled hands, and now Ari’s warm mouth—you can’t take it anymore. 

Your salty tears seep on your taste buds as your jaw falls open, and a silent scream escapes your tense throat. You convulse roughly, and your hips have a mind of their own as they move against Ari’s face and the men’s fingers.

“Keep her filled up,” Ari demands, he has to hold you down while Lloyd leans forward, breathing heavily. 

As Ari’s fingers slip out, their absence is quickly filled with two of Lloyd’s, your wetness drips down his wrist and on his fancy watch, but he couldn’t care less.

Your stepfather spits on his hand, then pushes down on your stomach, and roughly rubs and spanks your cunt in quick succession. He continues to brutally strum your swollen nub with his fingers as your juices squirt everywhere.

They watch as you reach your high, flailing around like a fish out of water and grabbing onto any part of them you can reach. You cling to Lloyd’s wrist and Ari’s hair, trapping him inches from your pussy. 

A good portion of your orgasm lands on Ari’s face, evident on his cheeks, thick beard, and ironed flannel. Their touches leave a few moments later, and you break down in tears as you finally take a breath, shuddering with oversensitivity as even the slightest wisp of air on your core feels like fire.  

Your stepfather is the first to speak, his pink tongue eagerly sweeping any trace of you from his lips. He wants to smother his face in your pussy. “Let me just have one more taste.” Ari leans forward, he gets one lick before you’re shoving him away, sobbing as his facial hair brushes your sensitive folds. 

“Sorry, baby. Daddy’s sorry.” He apologies, but if you could see him now, you’d notice the smugness written all over his face. “Forgot you’re still so inexperienced and not used to all this stimulation.” He pulls back with a lingering kiss on your button, revelling in your pathetic pleas. 

“Shh, you’re okay, pumpkin.” Lloyd caresses your cheek, kissing all over your sweaty face—he growls at the bitterness of your tears. “Gotta be gentle or else we’ll ruin you.” 

“Yes, p-please be n-nice.” You hiccup, still twitching in the chair. You fear you bit off more than you can chew. “Don’t… ruin, please.” An ache blooms from your awkward position, but the burning from between your thighs easily overpowers that. 

Ari and Lloyd laugh as if you told the funniest joke in the world.  

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dumb baby.” Lloyd chuckles with a sinister smile. 

Ari makes a sound of approval, wiping your juices from his beard with a napkin, “You, little lady, won’t be the same after the summer.” 

He couldn’t have been more right. 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: oh the filthy potential… the whole summer learning from these two dilfs 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I just know Ari has some other friends too, oh can’t forget about your professors next year 🫠 or that blond boxer in New York...

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

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

Heartless / Vinnie Hacker

Author: since y’all liked the idea of fuckgirl!reader here it is

Summary: love is painful especially when you’re not loved back

Warnings: angst, 18+, smut, NSFW content, bit of degrading, do not read if you’re not comfortable with this

I took the pic from @itsmeemilyjame , hope it’s not a problem, if so I’ll delete it immediately

A heartbreak changes a person. It does. All it take are a really damaged heart, which used to love too much for this world and someone who’s willing to rip it into pieces. That is what had happened to you, you stored your love in the wrong hands, you gave it all to someone who didn’t deseve it, who just threw it in the garbage and used you, someone who didn’t care about your well being, who only controlled. A damaged heart becomes eventually a stone cold heart. You had refused love after, you never gave yourself a chance to fall for somebody else ever again, shut yourself in and forgot what love actually was. You begamìn to hook up, meaningless sex was the solution to any of your problems. At least that was what you thought, you let strangers touch your body because that was your way to claim your own body, in a really twisted way. You didn’t care if they caressed your body if they couldn’t establish a mental connection. You had the power. All those hook ups gave you power, strenght, confidence. You had never felt more confident in your own skin, but deep inside you were rottening, drowning. Most people glared at you when you walked by, whispered, giggled but you had learnt not to care. They knew nothing about you. However your own behaviour had affects on other people, the ones around you, close to you. You didn’t think such silly decisions could actually matter to someone, but they did.

“I told you she wasn’t dead! You owe me fifty bucks, bro.” Jaden stated as you left the bedroom and stepped in the kitchen. You had a really bad headache, your throat was dry, you felt exhausted. You frowned as you saw Anthony sigh and hand him the money. You walked past by a mirror and took a look of yourself: your hair was ruffled, black bags under your eyes, make up ruined and the sweatshirt you were wearing was most definitely not yours. You essentially looked terrible. You had woken up feeling a heavy weight on your chest and saw a mass of platinum blonde hair next to you. Trevor. No, Paul. Nono, Kyle. You didn’t even make an effort to remember his name as you stood up, pushing his arm off your body and getting dressed with what you could find in the messy room. You just hoped he’d leave soon.

“You guys are horrible. How was it, though?” Jeffrey asked you seeking for some gossip. You laughed as you sat down after grabbing a bowl and pouring some milk in it with cereals. You remembered almost everything from the previous night, since you had only smoked. Your headache was probably due to the small hours of bad sleep. The boys gathered around you, looking at you curious. You wouldn’t have given in this time. They could get even more gossipy than old ladies. You cracked a smile feeling four pairs of eyes on you.

“Okay okay…- you finally gave up- I’d give him a six out of ten. Just thanks to his fingers.” you giggled as they all gasped. They loved hearing all about your sex life for some weird reason, always asking tons of questions after hook ups. Before they could ask any further someone stepped inside the kitchen, Vinnie was scratching the back of his head as he entered the room, his eyes still half closed. Everyone clapped their hands so you frowned. Did something happen that you didn’t know about? He blushed and grabbed the milk.

“Soo? Did you and Becca..?” Jaden asked him. Last night you had hosted a small party, close friends only. And close friend of close friends. You had lost out of sight most of your friends after the first hour and stumbled on the platinum blonde boy who didn’t revive your night as much as you hoped to. Vinnie blushed even harder as he leant against the counter.

“No… She was drunk, I called her a uber after she threw up in the pool.” he explained and you scrunched your nose. You hated throwing up at parties, it always ruined your nights, that was why you smoked weed most of the time, especially when Aaron was around, you were a dynamic duo together, being each other’s wingman when needed to or fake partner when receiving unwanted attentions. Everyone sighed, it seemed like Vinnie and Becca had this thing going on for awhile, you didn’t know though. “Next time, bro, next time.” Jeffrey reassured him but the curly haired boy didn’t seem to care too much. He shot you a glance as you looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Before any of you added anything someone else stepped in the kitchen: Kyle. He coughed to catch your attention. Did he want you to kiss him goodbye?

“Oh… It was nice meeting you, Kyle.” you faked a smile as you ate your cereals in peace. The others pretended to be doing anything else but overhearing your conversation. Kyle stood there like an idiot for a couple seconds looking at you. “Uhm… It’s Kian actually…- he corrected you and you smiled, he knew he would have never seen you again after last night- So… Uhm can I get your number or something?” he genuinely asked you. You heard Jordan almost burst into laugh. Everyone knew about your no strings attached rule. You finished up your cereals, giving the poor guy an apologetic smile.

“Uhm… Something. By the way the front door has a couple of issues with the doorknob so push hard, unlike last night. Bye.” you smiled and put your bowl in the sink. Kian gasped and insulted you under his breath as he did the walk of shame towards the door. Anthony was already cracking up, before the guy could even leave the place you called him, “Oh and Kyle- he turned around confused and mad. You stripped out of his white sweatshirt as you covered your breast with one arm- Here’s your sweater, thanks.” you winked at him and threw the clothing item at him who caught it on time and slammed the door behind him. Everyone bursted into laughter as you turned around. Vinnie blinked twice and realized you were standing there in just your undies so he quickly got rid of his shirt and hand it to you. You turned around and put it on.

“Thank you, sir.” you winked at him as you walked back to your room, the boys still laughing their asses off as he couldn’t stop staring at the spot you were just standing in a few seconds ago. The boldness, the confidence, the coldness, the attitude you had pulled off just drove him insane. Jordan noticed him standing him there like an idiot speechless. He knew. Well almost everyone knew Vinnie liked you. No matter how hard he tried, he never managed to provoke a reaction but nothing. He hoped Becca could make you jealous but you didn’t even know what they were talking about. You didn’t even who she was nor seemed to be interested in finding out. 

Another week passed by and you were pretty busy with work and your family, so you were rarely home, unless it was night. The boys didn’t even have to come and check in your room that you had gotten back sometimes, they could hear just fine you were home since you brought back someone new every other day. Almost all of them had gotten used to this, the first few times they’d make fun of you but then they didn’t even hear it anymore. Everyone except for Vinnie, you were the reason he’d go to sleep so late at night. He couldn’t bear your moans, groans, screams. Not that hearing you moan out of pleasure bothered him, but knowing some other guy was pleasing you in the same he could have had just drove him crazy. So he’d hang out by the pool until two in the morning, writing on his little journal. Sometimes Jordan and Kio would join him but most of the time it was just him. He mostly wrote about his thoughts and some of the pages were about you. At first he thought it would’ve been just a crush but as time went by he realized crushes didn’t last that long, his feelings matured and before he knew it he was crying between Jordan’s arms as you fucked another guy in your room. He knew you didn’t catch feelings but you never told anyone why, he supposed it was because of a bad breakup. He genuinely wondered who could ever want to break your heart? He had lost the count of the time he’d dreamed about you loving him, every time he’d wake up sweaty and panting. Just a dream. He’d tell himself as he laid back down. All of his friends had told him to make a move but he knew you’d reject him and he couldn’t bear another heartbreak.

“What? Are you serious? Oh shit...” Vinnie heard Aaron whisper shocked as he stepped in the living room. It was around three in the noon and he had just gotten out of bed, last night you seemed to be having a lot of fun with whomever you were with. He had almost fallen asleep by the pool, but thankfully Anthony told him to get back in. After four in the morning everything was quiet so he finally got the chance to sleep in peace. He sat down, hand brushing through his face as he fully woke up.

“Vinnie… Wanna go for a walk?” Anthony asked him, he frowned. For two main reasons: who the fuck says that? And since when does Anthony leave the house if not after being tortured or threatened? He didn’t even think he’d be awake so early in the day since he spent all of his nights playing videogames. “No? I think I’m going to workout later, thanks…” he furrowed his brows and scrolled his phone. He didn’t pay much attention to what his friends were saying. Another couple of minutes Jordan stood up and asked him to go lift some weights and he raised an eyebrow, why did they all want him out of there? He declined his offer, wanting to chill for a bit more. Before Jeffrey his shot you stepped in the room, waving everyone. Vinnie’s eyes lightened up at your sight, so beautiful even when you had just woken up but then he saw someone else coming from behind you: Troy.

“Goodmorning…” he yawned, his hand pulling his hair away from his face. Troy’s neck was marked up and it was pretty visible even with his shirt on. He then noticed your bruised legs, inner thighs covered in hickeys. Vinnie gulped, he was speechless. He didn’t even know how he should’ve reacted at this, Troy didn’t know he had a crush on, otherwise he would have never slept with you. Right? You headed in the kitchen, the brunette following as you felt him right behind you. You didn’t even know how you ended up with him between your legs, well you did know actually. You and Troy had been flirting for quite a long time, nothing serious obviously, then one thing led to another you began making out, live heavily. Last night the others had gone to bed pretty early and left you alone, wrong move. The rest was history… 

“Do you think they know?” you asked him giggling as you felt most of them staring at you two. It wasn’t their business if they slept with one of them, as long as it didn’t damage the group everything was legitimate, right? “No, definitely not. It’s not like Jordan was knocking on the wall to make you shut up… Uhmm.” he spun you around, your arms around his neck as you smirked. You had to admit it was worth the wait. Troy pulled you in for a kiss, but you got too carried on as his tongue slipped into your mouth and he pushed you against the counter. You pulled away after hearing a door being slammed and you turned around. Vinnie was nowhere to be found but you didn’t take notice of it. After seeing you getting all handsy with one of his best friends he had to leave, he couldn’t stand sitting there hearing you making out five feet away from him. He was used to the boys you brought home, he knew they meat nothing but sex, but Troy. Troy was your friend, maybe there was something underneath? What if you were actually dating? Only the thought of it made his skin crawl. He left the house as soon as Jaden texted him you weren’t there anymore, going to the skatepark to get his head off things, off you. However he never stopped thinking about you, not even for a second. He had to do something, he couldn’t keep looking at you sleeping around when his heart was literally in your hands and you continued to crash it without even knowing it.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Troy and everything seemed to be just fine to you. Vinnie had been acting a tiny bit weird recently, but you didn’t really talk much since you were always either at work or studying. He rarely saw you too and he thought it was the best decision, however every time he stumbled on you in the hallway his heart would’ve still missed a beat at the sight of you. He didn’t hear you or your conquests anymore, nor did he see Troy hang out around you much. Until one day, well technically one night. You were hanging out by the pool, tears fell profusely off your eyes as you stared into the clear water that reflected perfectly the half moon. Vinnie couldn’t sleep that night so he decided to take his usual spot outside, he noticed you sat down, legs against your chest as your body was shaken by soft sobs. He didn’t realize right away, you had attempted to be as quiet as possible, you didn’t want any of the boys to see you like that.

“Y/n? Why- Oh fuck, are you okay?” he asked worried as he sat down next to you. You were quick to dry your eyes, you knew Vinnie would have never judged you but still you didn’t want to look weak to his eyes. You nodded and faked a smile, he shot you a quick glance that said more than hundreds of words. You never opened up to anyone, bringing out all that pain hurt you too much so you just chose to suppress it, fake it until you make it, right? However you didn’t realize it was slowly consuming you from the inside. All the pain, the suffer, the hatred, the numbness, the guilt was suffocating you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...” you breathed out and he nodded, he would have never forced you to do anything. You laid your head on his shoulder as you both stared at the clear water in silence. It wasn’t weird or embarassing, it felt good. It felt good that someone was up to simply sit down and be quiet, enjoying the pleasant silence of the night. Vinnie glanced at you with your puffy eyes and swollen lips, he was still amazed by the fact that you managed to look gorgeous even when you cried, when you were angry, happy, sad, when you didn’t even try to. You felt him looking at you so you turned your head to face him.

“What?” you asked grinning. He swore he had never seen anything this beautiful and breathtaking in his eighteen years of life. Your smile could brighten his darkest day, your eyes could take him places where just the two of you existed, your laughter could turn his stomach upside down, your slightest touch could set his whole body on fire. Before he could even think about it twice he smashed his lips against yours. He tried to pull away the second he realized what he had just done but you stopped him, your hands getting tangled in his soft curly hair as you moved your mouth against his. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming, but your lips against his felt so real as well as your fingers in his hair. It all moved so fast, one second you were crying and the following one you were making out with one of your best friends. You pulled away just to breath again, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Shit…” he mumbled when he felt you kissing his neck, sucking and blowing hot air. You then proceeded to stand up and he looked at you confused. “I won’t fuck you outside. Anthony might be peeping.” you joked and he jumped on his feet, making you giggle. He followed you like a lost puppy as you grabbed his hand and walked towards your room, trying to make as less noise as possible. Once arrived you pushed him against the door which opened and you almost fell down. Vinnie tried to get used to the dark room as you pulled your hoodie off your body and threw it away.

“Are you lost, sugar?” you joked turning your leds on. It was a gift from the boys since you were the only one in the house without them. He smiled and his arms pulled you closer by the neck, connecting your lips again in a quick kiss. You pushed him on the bed and he fell on top of it, laying back on his forearm as he stared at you towering him with no top on, just a simple bralette. You moved your hair out of the way as you lowered yourself and kissed him. Your hands fumbled with the the strings of his sweatpants as his roamed all over your back. It felt like he was afraid of break you, but you didn’t mind being the dominant one.

“Touch me, Vinnie… We’re not here to leave room for Jesus.” you moaned when his hands grabbed your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You kept making out for the following five minutes, grinding and humping, getting the both of you pretty worked up. Vinnie did anything you asked him, his rosy cheeks only made him prettier and more innocent to you. You pulled away from him and he brought you back down, attacking your neck but you pushed him away as he started to suck on it, no hickies where you couldn’t hide them, it had always been a rule of yours. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening as you looked for a condom in the drawer. His hands gently squeezing your hips as you found it.

“Need any help?” you winked at him getting off his lap and looking between his legs. You could see the tent in his underwear. To be fair you always wondered how it would have felt to have sex with Vinnie, you couldn’t lie he was a really attractive guy and you also had read some of the comments girls left under his videos. You were accomplishing many women’s dream. Your fingers gently and slowly pushed his boxer them, quickly discarding them somewhere in the room. His painful erection popped out, you could spot precum leaking out of the tip as you grinned. “Someone’s eager...” you commented ripping the envelope and estracting the condom. He sighed when you rolled it down on his shaft, not before giving it a quick stroke and gaining a deep groan.

“F-fuck, are you sure?” he asked you. You gave him a quick smile as you positioned yourself on top of him, the tip of his cock brushing against your soaked folds. “I’ve done worse, don’t worry. Ready?” he nodded and you gradually sank down, loud moans coming out of your mouths. You felt so good wrapped around him, you felt even better than he had imagined. You took a couple of seconds to get used to him and then started to rock your hips. He really wanted to keep his eyes open but the feeling was overwhelomg, his head fell back on the pillows as you held onto his shoulders.

“Holy- I should’ve done this a long time ago...” you moaned as he began to thrust up. Vinnie’s hands came around your breast as he massaged them, then he sat up and pushed one of them inside of his mouth. He looked so pretty, looking up at you with one of your tits between his plump lips. Your head fell back as the pleasure became too much. He began to guide your hips as he noticed you slowing down. His heart filled with joy and love as you finally looked back at him the way he wanted, it felt as if you acknowledged his existence for the first time ever. You wrapped an arm around his neck loosely to keep your balance, your knees pressed against the mattress and his head between your breasts again. You pulled him by the hair and attached your lips in another wet and sloppy kiss.

“Choke me...” you mumbled against the skin of his cheeks and he widened his eyes. Kinky? He didn’t even waste a single minute and immediately wrapped his ringed hand around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. You moaned at the pressure applied to your neck. Your hips picked the pace although your knees hurt, Vinnie took the chance and flipped the two of you over. He laid between your legs, one of which was thrown over his shoulder to have a better angle. You couldn’t and also didn’t want to hold back the moans. His sweaty curls brushed against your forehead as your lips kept touching and pulling away.

“This good for me, uh? Have you ever been fucked properly?” his cheeky side came out suddenly and you didn’t mind at all as he pounded into you at an impressive speed and depth. You wanted to talk back but words died in your throat as he gently bit your chin and enjoyed the sight of you falling apart underneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling the infamous butterflies in his stomach when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You genuinely didn’t remember the last time you had felt this good during sex. Yes, obviously not everyone was able to make you cum, but every single orgasm you had ever had in your whole life couldn’t be comparable to the feeling in your stomach.

“Oh fuck… Vinnie...” you whined when he began to go deeper and slower. He knew just what to do and how to do it, only practice could make someone this good. He grinned cheekily and brought of his hands between your conjoint bodies. His thumb stimulated your clit mercilessly which caused you to whimper even more loudly. “I know you’re close… Just let it go, pretty.” he teased you but there was no way you were going to give up like that so you pushed him off you and straddled his lap again. He still had that smirk of his on his face as you topped him.

“Asshole…” you whined and his hand collided against your bum. You whimpered and moved forward, creating more friction. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours at bay.” he glared at you. You riding him continued to remain his favorite sight ever. You were both really close and it didn’t take you much longer when he flexed his arms and forcefully began to push you up and down. It was a matter of seconds and you came hard around him. “I love you.” he mumbled against your mouth as he reached too his high. You didn’t pay much attention, other guys had said stuff like that before. But they never really meant it. You collapsed on top of him, your head laying on his chest. A couple of seconds went by until he spoke, both of you calming your breaths.

“Let me get you cleaned up...” he left a sweet kiss on your temple as he stood up and grabbed you a towel from the bathroom. You weren’t used to aftercare, but again you didn’t really mind. He left a couple of kisses on your inner thighs and threw the cloth away, laying next to you. He wrapped an arm around you as you fell asleep pretty quickly since it was around three in the morning. 

When he woke up in your bed he almost thought he was still dreaming, not believing any of the events of the prior had actually happened. You were still asleep so he decided to surprise you with breakfast and lots of cuddles. Obviously it was really weird for you, but you assumed it was just his way to buy your silence. At the end of the day if anyone knew what had happened behind the doors the internet would have exploded. You thanked him and went on with your day. Vinnie felt like on cloud nine the whole time, anyone could notice something good had happened to him but he didn’t want to say why to respect your privacy. He had gone visiting one of his friends that afternoon and on his way back home he picked up a bouquet of flowers. “She’s a lucky girl.” the flowerist had told him smiling. “No, I’m the lucky one.” he confessed with the eyes of a man who had just met the love of his life. He drove the last ten minutes with the most stupid grin on his face, getting back home around ten in the evening. Anthony and Kio were watching TV in the living room and noticed his entrance. 

“Fancy date?” Jordan smirked and he blushed walking his way towards your room singing under his breath. He didn’t even knock on the door, he didn’t even know why because he usually always did and maybe he should have had. He opened the door with the biggest and prettiest smile ever and although the room was quite dark it didn’t take him too long to get used to it. He heard you swear as you covered both your and Troy’s naked bodies. The flowers fell down, his mouth wide open and teary eyes. He couldn’t even form a word.

“Shit… Vinnie-” you too were really confused, before you could even add anything he rushed outside the room. Some of his friends tried to stop him but he quickly avoided them, leaving the house as fast as possible as tears streamed down his cheeks. How could he even think for a second you could ever see him under a different light? How could he make a fool out of himself like that? He had never felt this stupid. You threw on some clothes and ran after him, finding him by the fountain.

“Don’t- Stay away from me, okay? I just-” his voice was broken as he spoke, you felt so bad for the misunderstanding. “Vinnie… I’m sorry, I should have told you, but I thought you knew.…” you tried to explain to him. It hurt you to know you were the cause of his tears. He wished he was able to hold them back but he had never felt this humilated in his life, standing there in front of you with his heart in million of pieces. The memories of the previous night playing again and again in his head.

“Tell me now then. Say it, y/n. I need you to say it.” he yelled. He had never felt such a sharp pain in the middle of his chest as you looked at him scared and sorry. You had never meant any of that to happen, if you had just taken notice of it, if you had just paid more attention, if you had just looked at him once more. You would’ve known, you would’ve stopped any of that from happening, but you didn’t know.

“I - he kept insisting- I don’t love you like that, Vinnie. You’re my best friend and if I had known you felt like that about me I would’ve never done anything, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” you blurted out. He felt as if you had just shot him multiple times, his heart dropped and he swore he had heard it shattering. He tried to say something back but he was speechless. He just gave you a last look and watched you slip away, as a scream of pain errupted from his lips. How could your heart be so cold? He wondered who could have ever broken it so that you were unable to be attached to anyone else. You built a wall between you and the others and it stopped you from enstablishing any kind of relationship. He brushed a hand through his messy hair. “I gotta go- you tried to take a step forward but he stopped you- No. No, let me go. Because if you stop me now I’m not sure I will ever be able to forgive you, to get over you. I- I need you out of my life. I can keep pretending I’m okay, when I hear you screaming another man’s name every night, not when I know I never cross your mind. I don’t know who did that, who broke your heart, who smashed, crashed and spat on your heart. I wish them worst because a life without love isn’t worth living. I have been so blinded by my love for you that I haven’t seen how much it has hurt me, I can’t take it anymore. I deserve more than this… And you do too, you just need to let people in.” the worst thing you would have ever remembered was the look of pity he lastly gave you before walking away and leaving you standing in the middle of the backyard. A tear slipped out of your eye as you realized he was right. You watched him move away with his head hung low and eyes full of tears. You would have never forgiven yourself for breaking such a pure heart just because yours was already shattered…

CHRIS EVANS + Lightytear promo tour (2022).

Coitus Interruptus

Summary: It’s a quiet Sunday morning when the innocent Evans children wonder straight into their parents bedroom, to find them… What’s the word Chris uses? Oh yeah, wrestling. this is a part of the evans’ series.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Yn Evans

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy kids), oral sex (m receiving), swearing

the evans’ masterlist | masterlist

Sunday’s aren’t normally this quiet, the weekends are normally welcomed with high pitched screams from Archie or Alex as they argue over pancake toppings or Alba playing music loudly from her room. 

But the quietness only means one thing, they’re still sleeping. So Yn and Chris intend to take the quiet moment to their full opportunity. 

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