I instantly thought of Ari form your Sweet Renegade Series when I see this....
That's all. Have a nice day
That is Ari all day long. He's wild about your curves, always telling you how soft and sweet you are. How good you feel. How amazing you taste.
When that man tells you to sit on his face, you had better sit all the way down. None of that hovering shit. He doesn't give a fuck about breathing.
If that's how he's meant to go out, then that's how he's meant to go out. At least he will have died doing what he loved - devouring the fuck out of his favorite meal.
oh ok. i was wondering if u could do something where y/n steve and bucky r on a road trip and while they’re in a more desolate area she’s misbehaving so they stop the car and all get out and paddle her over the hood of the car? maybe not a lot of ppl see obv since it’s an empty ish road but maybe one or two cars drive by 😉
Know Your Girl
Summary: You piss Steve and Bucky off on the way to a Party. Read the earlier installments: No Biting, Watch Your Hands, Don’t Keep Secrets Steve Rogers x Black!Reader x Bucky Barnes
*Warnings: Angry Stucky, Daddy Kink, Spanking with a Paddle, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Butt Plugs, Pet Names, Minors DNI
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Yes, you were sulking. So what? You’d told Steve and Bucky that you hadn’t wanted to go to this stupid party from the beginning. In fact, you’d even begged them to let you stay home, which was unusual for you since you were always begging to get out of the damn house.
Had they listened to you? Of course not! They had informed you that if you couldn’t be bothered to shower and dress yourself, then they would do it for you. And they had promised that you wouldn’t enjoy it.
Not wanting them to make good on their threat, you’d done as they asked. Both of your men, or your Daddies as they were, knew that you didn’t exactly care for many of the people attending this party. This was especially true of the women, it was something about this particular group…they had no shame. You walk into the wrong room and you might interrupt a multi-person sexcapade.
That’s not to say you weren’t open minded, because you were. After all, you were dating two men at the same time. Two men who had, uh, a number of questionable business dealings.
So here you sat in the back of the town car, sandwiched between your incredibly handsome boyfriends. They were both dressed to the nines. If you had to be honest, seeing them decked out in their matching black suits…it was hard not to want to jump their bones. But right now, you’re angry. You’re pouting. And if there is one thing your men hate when it comes to you, it’s pouting.
Too damn bad, boys. You’re gonna have to deal with my shitty attitude all fucking night if I feel like it. You think to yourself.
Bucky’s hand grips your knee, stroking it gently. “I’m going to need to see a smile, doll. And I’m going to need to see it fast.” You look over at him and make a show of narrowing your eyes.
With a sigh, you purse your lips and return your eyes to the road ahead. “I told you I didn’t want to come. I’m here under duress. Therefore, I think it’s only fair that you accept whatever attitude I choose to give you.”
The weight of Steve’s gaze heats your skin. “Y/N, how many times do Daddy Buck and I need to remind you to do as you’re told?” You say nothing. “We’ve promised you that no one is going to touch you tonight. You believe us don’t you?” His lips brush your check as they sweep their way down your neck, giving you goose pimples. You shrug him off, which makes him growl.
“I already told you that I am uncomfortable and I don’t want to go. You won’t listen, so guess who else won’t be touching me tonight?” They both turn to stare at you, as if daring you to finish your statement. “That’s right boys, it’s you.” Somehow you force yourself to ignore their twin snarls.
“Not that I’m sure you’ll mind all that much. Those stupid bimbos you’re about to make me deal with will be all over you, I’m sure. Just like always.” And they would be, whereas you were practically forbidden from even making eye contact with another man, no matter how friendly the encounter seemed to be.
You pick up Bucky’s hand and remove it from your knee. “So, starting now, do not touch me.” You’re far too irritated to notice your slip.
Steve hisses out a breath as Bucky’s tongue kisses his teeth. “Is that so, baby?” Bucky responds, his voice soft and menacing. “And what gave you the right to keep our pussy from us?”
“Because it’s my pussy! It belongs to me, damn you.” You pound your fist into your lap while your men share a look above your head. Steve grabs ahold of your chin and roughly turns you to face him.
“You’re uncomfortable, sweetheart? Is that right?” When you try to jerk your head away he just applies more pressure, squeezing your cheeks. “Would you like Daddy Buck and I to show you just how uncomfortable we can make you?”
Your heart is pounding in your chest as Bucky leans over to whisper “because we can do that for you, baby. Would you like us to show you how?” He catches the lobe of your ear between his sharp teeth. Now your breath is coming in short, hot pants.
Using your last bit of courage, you manage to grit out: “I thought I told you not to touch me.”
Bucky leans away from you to press the intercom button. “Hey Monty, pull the fuck over. Now.” Immediately you feel the car coast to the side of the highway before coming to a stop.
Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Alright Monty, I want you to take a walk.” He reaches into his wallet to hand the man a crisp $100 bill. “How about you head over to that diner just down the road there, and order us all some burgers and sodas. Get something for yourself too. You know how Steve and I like ours, and as for Y/N here…no mayo, no onion, extra pickle. Bring plenty of napkins. We’ll see you in 30.” With that Monty is out of the car and striding down the road towards the tiny establishment.
“Yo Punk, did you bring it with you?”
“Of course I did.” Steve replies with a knowing smirk. “I told you we might need it. I know what I’m talking about when it comes to our girl, pal.” Your stomach drops when you see a flash of pink. Oh no…not…not…
“That’s right, Princess. Your Daddies brought along your favorite paddle. See how much we care about you?” He sinks his pearly white teeth into his lower lip.
They open their respective car doors and get out, before requesting that you do the same. When you hesitate for a fraction too long, Bucky yanks you out himself. With minimal effort, he drags you around the side of the car away from traffic. Not there was much traffic on this stretch of the highway anyway. You couldn’t seem to recall the last time you’d even seen a car pass you by, coming or going.
“No…no please.” You whimper when it finally dawns on you what you’ve done to yourself. “Daddy I - I’m sorry!” Your frantic eyes meet Steve’s, who frowns at you. He removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the hood of the vehicle.
He points at it. “Bend over.”
“Daddy Buck, please. Let’s just talk about this…please!” The tears are already falling.
He leans down to kiss your nose. “At this point, both of your Daddies think that you have talked enough. Now do as Stevie says and bend over. Monty will be back with our food sooner rather than later. Do you really want him to see your naughty little ass being punished?”
“Y/N. If I have to repeat myself a third time, I’m adding ten more. We clear, baby?” Steve crosses his arms, tapping the menacing paddle against his shoulder. Feeling hopeless, you have no choice to do as you’re told.
Resolving yourself to your fate you walk over and bend over the hood of the car, suddenly thankful for the suit jacket that protects you from the hot metal. “Finally.” Steve grumbles. “Good girl. Lift your dress, baby. Now heads on top of your head - don’t move them.”
Once again you do as you’re told. There’s no need for them to ask you to lower your panties because, frankly, you weren’t wearing any. You weren’t allowed to.
“Spread your legs a little, baby.” Bucky purrs. “And poke that pretty little ass out. Show us you’re ready to take your spanking.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you push your bottom up and out into the air. “Very nice. Give her twenty, Stevie.” The blonde simply grunts in response.
There’s no announcement, no warning. One moment everything is fine, and the next you feel the cold, hard crack of the paddle on your ass.
“Oww! Oh shit!” You eek out. Both of your men sigh in disappointment. “All this bad language we’ve heard from you tonight, Y/N. You know better.” Bucky’s vibranium hand smacks your ass hard. “We’ll have to start over every time you say a naughty word.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll do better.” You weren’t sure how that was going to happen, but you would try. Without a word, the paddle strikes you again with a resounding CRACK!
“Ahh! Oh god - oh!” You yelp.
CRACK!
“Daddy Steve, I’m sorry!” You cry out, your legs kicking out in the air.
“Don’t you dare move those hands, baby girl.” Steve growls as he wields the stupid fucking implement with both authority and precision.
CRACK! CRACK!
“Ooooh! Jesus no!” God, this pain was awful. You hated this damned paddle. Hated it! “Stop it please!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Ahhhh!” You sob, burying your face in Steve’s jacket. “I get it, okay?!
“Yeah?” Bucky responds from his relaxed position nearby. “You gonna start absorbing what we’re saying, Princess? Are you?” CRACK!
“Oh for the love of god, yes!” You cry out. “I’ll absorb it like a freaking sponge! Okay, Daddies? I swear it. Just no more!”
You hear them chuckle behind you. “Well, we’re glad to hear that. But I’m afraid you’ve still got twelve more to go. What's to say we finish those out and then your Daddies will give you a present?” All you can do is sob harder as Steve starts up again. He makes quick work of the last twelve. You’re glad that no one is around because by the end you are screaming, begging, pleading…
You’re a shuddering, whimpering mess when it’s finally over. Steve and Bucky make a point of softly rubbing your back. Cooing at you and praising you for how well you took your punishment, telling you how proud they were of you for not moving your hands.
“Since you did such a good job, it’s time for your present.” You let out another whimper.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve murmurs seductively against the shell of your ear. “Daddy Buck and I went and picked out some special jewelry just for you, and we want you to wear it for us…tonight. You gulp at his words. “Now show us that cute bottom hole we love so much.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Not wanting to risk further punishment, you reach your shaking hands back and spread your cheeks. You flinch when you feel something cool and slippery touch you there, followed by the presence of hard, unrelenting metal. They take time to work it into you, to let you get used to the pressure.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
All you’re focused on is trying to breathe. It’s not that they hadn’t used a plug on you before, but this one felt…bigger. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief once it’s finally settled in place.
“Look at that, Stevie. A jewel fit for a princess, and her little pussy is fucking dripping. Keep those cheeks open, Y/N. We want to look at your beauty until Monty comes back.” You hear the snap of a camera before Bucky leans over to show you a picture of the sparkling pink butt plug that was now lodged firmly in your tight little hole. You turn your head away with a whine.
“Hey!” Steve barks. “Aren’t you going to thank your Daddies for your special gift?”
“Thank - thank you, Daddies. I - I love it..” You receive twin grunts of satisfaction in response.
“Good. Now remember to hold them open. We want to admire you until Monty gets back.” Which is what you do, which honestly gives you time to calm down. “And tonight, we’re going to make you feel so good, baby girl. So good. You just use the next few hours to think about how to talk to your Daddies from here on out.” You nod.
You’re not sure how long you remain in position, but eventually they tug your dress down and help you back into the car.
Between your sore ass and the…foreign object invading your body…you are now well and truly uncomfortable. Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve and Bucky, but since they happen to be the root cause of your discomfort, they don’t really care. In fact, you’re convinced that they’re kind of enjoying your squirming.
Monty gets back in the car and quickly doles out the food. He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he hands you your burger, but you know he’s noticed your smeared make-up and puffy eyes.
“Eat, baby.” Bucky urges you, as he unwraps his food. “You need to regain your strength.” You slowly do as he asks and tentatively take a bite. Some days you wondered how you could love these men, and yet you did.
“Mmm.” Steve groans as he takes another bite of his burger. “This was such a good idea. You know how much I hate the food at these things anyway.” He places a smacking kiss on your cheek.
“Thanks for giving us a reason to stop, Y/N. I bet we won’t forget this place.” He says with a wink.
we miss you🥰 hope you’re doing well or at least feeling okay:)
I've missed you guys too. I needed to step away to care for my mental health and whatnot, but I'm back now and I look forward to sharing new content soon!
Summary: The TikTok Terror is back with some new pranks for her poor men. Pray for them. Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Anthony Mackie
*Warnings: Shenanigans, Fluff, Some Smut, MFM, Angry Chris and Anthony, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Petnames, Minors DNI
A/N: Thanks to @ljej95 for one of the suggestions included in this fic! As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.
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“So you thought it was funny to take a good 10 years off our lives?” Your Honeybear is pissed.
“I almost had a fucking stroke.” And so is your Dumpling. He hops off the counter to shut the oven door.
“Yeah? And I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.” Poor, poor Honeybear.
“Oh, Sweet Dumpling.” He glares at you. “I’m pretty sure you forgot to baste the roast.” You bat your eyes at him.
“Get. Her.” He growls.
You take off running, laughing when Anthony slips and falls as he tries to give chase. You make it to your office and lock the door, Still giggling, you use the adrenaline coursing through you to position your rather heavy desk against the door.
Looks like you’d be sleeping in here tonight. You grab a blanket and some snacks that you’d stowed away and curl up on your couch. Guess it was time to see what’s new on Kindle.
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TikTok Prank #11: The Pickle Jar Hack
“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like it’s just kind of…mocking us now?” Sebastian asks as he glares down at the source of his irritation.
“Mmhm.” Anthony grunts in response. “No, no. I feel it too. Like, if it was 6” and a man, I’d have to take him out back and give ‘em the business.”
“Well it’s not going to win, I can tell you that much.” Chris asserts with a growl as he picks up the pickle jar. “Gentleman, to the garage.”
You struggle not to laugh, but you could’ve sworn Chris had said that last line almost the same way he would say “Avengers Assemble”. Anthony, Chris, and Sebas had been trying to open the jar of pickles you’d placed in front of them for the better part of the last 20 minutes. “Guys, it’s okay. I really don’t need pickles that badly. Really it’s -”
“No!” Anthony barks as they head out to the garage. “It’s the principle of the thing. And if my baby wants pickles, my baby gets pickles.”
“Damn right she does.” Chris grumbles as he stomps out the door. “C’mon Seb.” And out they go.
It’s only when you hear the door shut that you allow yourself to give in to the giggles bubbling up in your chest. They had been so sweet when you’d approached them and said you’d needed help opening that damned jar. You’d seemed so frustrated, and of course you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to show off their strength. It was a man thing, you know?
But what they didn’t know, and what you had purposely neglected to tell them, was that you had already managed to open the jar on your own. And then you’d super glued it shut again. Nice and tight.
You fish out another jar of pickles from your secret hiding spot, along with a fork, and happily begin munching away. God, how you loved them. Your mother had eaten them all day long when she was pregnant with you and once you’d emerged from the womb, you had never been able to get enough. We’re talking Dill, Kosher, Garlic, Zesty Garlic…you could go through a jar on your own in like a day.
Allowing yourself one last spear, you return the jar to its home and wait. 15 minutes later, your favorite men and their friend return looking somehow both sheepish and triumphant.
“Well, Y/N.” Anthony coughs. “After employing the use of a couple tools, some mental prowess, and a little bit of elbow grease, we managed to get it open.”
“My heroes.” You bat your lashes at them. Their chests puff out a little at your praise.
“You know, uh, I’m actually the one who finally got it open.” Sebastian is proud to tell you. Chris and Anthony turn to scowl at him. “It was a group effort.” Your boys mumble.
You go to hug Sebastian first, which clearly irritates the others. He wraps his arms around you and then stiffens. He sniffs the air. “I’m sorry, but do you…do you smell like pickles?”
“What?” You cry out in indignation and back away, but not before grabbing the jar from him. “Of course I don’t!” Anthony and Chris’ heads swing to you. “She smells like pickles?”
“She does.” Sebas confirms, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. “See, this right here is the reason I have trust issues.”
Chris crooks his index finger at you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me smell you.” You balk at that. No way, dude...
“First of all, I gotta tell you that that is such a weird thing to say. Also, no.” You reach for the glass of water sitting nearby, which only seems to arouse further suspicion. “If you must know, I took a couple shots of apple cider vinegar while you were out there. For the health benefits.” You shrug. “The smell is just probably in your nose or something.”
“Right.” Sebas mutters. “In my nose. Y/N, I think I speak for all of us when I say, you are so fucking lucky we love you.”
Anthony lets out a low whistle. “Don’t worry Sexy Sebas. We’ll deal with our girl tonight, and if necessary, you’ll get your apology tomorrow.”
“Yes you will.” Chris confirms. “Enjoy your pickles, sweetheart. Hope it was worth it.” And with that they head outside, mumbling things about women being bizarre as hell. Oh well.
More pickles for you!
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TikTok Prank #12: Pretend To Throw Out Your Man’s Prized Possession(s)
“Oh good god!” Chris screams from the top of the stairs as you are helping Anthony run lines for his next role. “Guys, we’ve been robbed!” Both men had just returned home from separate promotional tours. Anthony on Tuesday and Chris on Wednesday. You both immediately perk up at the sound of the panicked man’s voice.
“We’ve been what?!” Anthony’s wide eyes stray to yours. “What?” He breathes.
“I - I…” You stumble as you meet his gaze. “No - no we weren’t…I would have known…”
“And you would have said something, right?” You aggressively nod your head as Chris races down the stairs.
“Dumpling, baby, there’s no way we could have been robbed.” You coo softly as you get up from your seat to stroke your thumbs over the apples of his reddened cheeks. He pulls your hands away to face Anthony.
“Mack, you don’t get it. I went to add my latest pair of designer shoes to my collection, and every pair was gone.” He’s breathing hard now, his breath coming in quick hot bursts. “I’m not talking one or two! When I say every fucking pair, I mean every fucking pair!”
“What are you talking about, man?” Your other boyfriend asks as he tries to process what his best friend is saying. “Y/N has been here the whole time. If there was a break-in then she would have known. She would have called the police and then us, way before now.” He looks to you for confirmation. “Right?” He tries again when you don’t respond quick enough.
“Come see for yourself then, Mack. I swear to god that I’m not making this shit up!”
“Um, okay…about the shoes…” You nervously twirl your thumbs as you look away. Silently you turn and head up the stairs, knowing they’ll follow. After a moment, you reach your bedroom where Chris’ sneaker collection had once lived. It also held Anthony’s expensive ass watch collection as well. But you weren’t brave enough to ever try anything with those.
As you expected, they are hot on your heels. You stop when you reach your room, the tense silence hanging thick in the air. “So about the shoes…”
“Yeah, tell me all about my goddamned shoes, Y/N.” He folds his arms over his chest, as does the other man standing next to him. Neither one of them look even the slightest bit happy with you, and there’s a part of you that knows things are only going to get worse before they get better.
“I may have…sold them while you were gone.” Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes close as you brace for the tidal wave that is Chris. Instead your ears are met with the sound of strained laughter. You open your eyes to see the man in question looking at you in disbelief as he laughs. The only real indication that it’s not any kind of a good laugh is the one lone tear that trails down his cheek as he does it. Anthony rests a comforting hand on his back.
Chris had snapped.
“Sweet girl…” Anthony is clearly digging deep for patience as he watches his friend sink to the ground, awash with grief. “Why? Just give me one good reason as to why you would have done that?” His voice is hard, which has you anxiously bouncing on the balls of your feet.
“Well, because he had said he wanted to do some spring cleaning and make some space. So I did that. But I didn’t just want to throw them out, so I sold them.” Chris looks ready to have an aneurysm. “But we made good money off it. $10,000, in fact!”
“$10,000?” He whispers to Anthony. “She sold my babies for $10k.” Aw, shit. Is he hyperventilating now? “Y/N, that was a $100,000 fucking shoe collection! For fucks sake!” He lays down on the floor. Your other boyfriend goes to sit next to him.
“Y/N, sweetheart.” Anthony grits out. “You know how much we both love you, but right now I think you should leave. Just go downstairs or something until I can get him together.”
“But I -”
“GO!” They both point at the door. If you didn’t know what was really going on, their response would have made you cry. A lot.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” The sniffle you let out as you turn to leave is very real. “But before I do -” They both turn to glare at you so fast as if daring you to continue. “Come with me. What I have to show you might make you, both of you, a little less upset.”
You boys continue to glare at you. “Honeybear, help him up and then come on. And after, if you want, I’ll go. I’ll even leave the house and get a hotel.”
“She had better get a -” Chris interrupts.
“Stop, man. Our girl is not leaving this house.” They both get up and let you lead them down the hall to a different room. You enter and then open a closet door before flipping on the light…
Surprising them both with a renovated and very generously expanded closet that contains all of the missing shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Anthony pulls you back against his big chest as Chris brushes by you with an excited screech. “They’re all here, Mack! All of ‘em. Right here!”
“I had the work done while you guys were gone.” You mumble, staring at the floor.
“Y/N, baby…” Anthony leans down to whisper: “why do you always like to play such dangerous games with us?” He nibbles the shell of your ear.
“Thank you for the gift, sweet girl.” Chris murmurs from his place on the floor as he admires his collection. “But I’m going to warn you that as soon as I get the feelings back in my legs again, you need to be afraid. Very afraid.” The dark sincerity in his voice has you choking on air.
Meanwhile, Anthony’s arms remain firmly wrapped around your middle. “I’ve got her right here, homie. So take your time, because our baby’s not going anywhere.” His hand slips down your pants and into your panties, his fingers lightly swirling over your clit. He keeps going the longer Chris gazes at his shoes, his rhythm picking up, making you keen.
“Can you at least allow me a head start for my good deed?” You whimper. Kind of pathetically.
“No, Y/N. You’re staying right here. I’ll hold you all night long if I have to.”
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TikTok Prank #13: Tell Your Man That You’re Meeting Up with Your Ex
You’re sitting on the couch in the living room with Chris. He’s on one and you’re on the other, with some random CNN special quietly playing in the background. Your man is reading the latest issue of Time Magazine, while you’re busy wasting time on your phone.
After a while, you let out a sigh. You can feel him look up at you, but you choose to keep your eyes on your phone. When you don’t say anything more, he goes back to reading. A few minutes later, you sigh again and mumble “okay, okay, Eric, fine”.
Chris perks up again, his head tilting to the side. Eric? He thinks to himself. Wasn’t that the name of…no it can’t be. There’s no way you would even think of talking to him.
You fling an arm over your head and stretch. “Hey Dumpling? I gotta head over to my ex’s for a minute.” Flashing him an “it is what is” style grin you go to get up off the couch.
“Excuse me.” He hisses. “Where do you think you’re going?” The look on his face lets you know that if he has any say about it, Eric’s house is the last place you’ll be going.
“It’s no big deal, baby.” You try to reassure him. “He just told me he found some of my stuff and wants me to come pick it up. I said I would because I want it back.” Chris throws his magazine to the floor as he stands up.
“What kind of shit could you possibly need from him after two and a half years?” Yeah, he’s pissed. And confused.
“Um, he told me found some of my books, a few pictures, a couple hoodies. Yeah, I definitely want those back - the books and the hoodies I mean.” To say Chris is anything but flabbergasted is putting it mildly.
“Oh fuck this game.” He mutters. “Anthony!” He bellows. “Anthony, get down here!”
“Dumpling, wait - please.” Chris holds up his hand at you.
“No, you wanna go to Eric’s place? Then I guess we’re all going to Eric’s place. I don’t even get why you want some fucking hoodies you haven’t missed or worried about in almost three years.” He’s in full rant mode now. “You don’t even wear the ones you have, you always steal ours and –.” Chris pauses. You can see the wheels turning in his head, right as Anthony comes down the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.
Damn is he fine. Both your men were.
“What, man?” He asks, clearly irritated. “I’m trying to get dressed.”
“Well then hurry up, because apparently the three of us are taking a trip.” He glares at you. “To Eric’s house.” Anthony looks at him as if he’s hit his head. “And just who the fuck is Eric, and why do we have to go there?”
You open up your mouth to respond, Chris isn’t having it. “Why, that’s Y/N’s ex. Apparently he’s been texting her.” Anthony’s full lips twist into a perplexed scowl. “He wants her to pick up some of her stuff after almost three years. Some books and some hoodies. Which she wants.”
Oy. Now they’re doing that thing where they talk about you as if you’re not here.
“And why the hell would she want those? It’s not like she even wears the ones she has. She’s always wearing ours and -” Now the gears are spinning overtime in his brain too.
Biting your thumb you try to interject, but they just keep going. “Chris, you and I both know we’re not letting our girl go to some deadbeat’s house to pick up some stupid fucking hoodies that she might’ve gotten from another man.”
“You’re right, Mackie.” They turn their heated gaze to you. “If our girl wants to wear a hoodie, she’s happy to raid one from either of our closets. She can even double up for all I care.”
“True enough. Because she knows that we were never a fan of the way he treated her in the first place.” Anthony crouches in front of you before gripping your chin in his hand. “And our sweet girl knows that if I saw him, I’d have to pop him in his mouth, and then it’d have to be something.”
Chris smirks at his words. “We both know that little bitch wouldn’t do shit.” He responds in reference to your ex.
“Right.” Anthony leans in to kiss your nose. “Which is why Y/N knows she’s not going over there. And if she can’t say “no”, then we’ll happily do it for her.” You’ve been so focused on your Honeybear that you’ve failed to notice that Chris is now hunched down next to you as well.
“Do you need to give me your phone, baby girl?” Anthony coos softly, which is in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes. “Do you need us to tell that little sad sac that you have all the hoodies you’ll ever need?”
“No.” You whisper softly. “I - I got it. I’ll just block him. I don’t need those hoodies that bad.” You chuckle nervously.
“There we go.” Chris purrs. “See, Mack? I knew she could be a good girl. It just takes a little coaxing.” Anthony slowly lets go of your chin.
“Thank you.” He grunts. “Now can I please finish dressing without any more interruptions? I’m looking at you, baby.” You quickly nod your head. “I’ll bring you one of my hoodies when I come back down. Little brat.
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TikTok Prank #14: Hide Under the Bed
Since you enjoyed scaring your boys so much the first time, you figure it’s worth another go round. Tonight you tell them that you’re going out with your friend, Serena. Which you are. You just plan to arrive home earlier than they expect. Which you do.
You know from the numerous, mildly tipsy texts that you’ve been receiving from them that they’re on their way home. Good. They’ve been teasing you all night, sending you message after message detailing how they plan to take you apart, work you over, and then put you back together again.
Knowing they’re due to arrive at any moment, you make your way upstairs. Stripping down to your black panties, pink cami, and black bra, you climb under the bed. It’s a tight fit for sure, but you’re committed to your cause.
You lie in wait, only perking up when you hear Chris and Anthony make their way into the house from the garage. The sound of their raucous laughter warms your heart. You positively adored your men, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love fucking with them. So you stay hidden. You’d made sure to silence and hide your phone in your underwear drawer, so even if they called you, they wouldn’t know you were already home.
It takes a little while, but eventually you hear their heavy footfalls coming up the stairs.They begin talking softly when they enter the room.
“Aye Chris, what time is Y/N coming back? I want our girl home, man.”
You hear Chris sigh. “I don’t know, but hopefully soon. Give me a little more time to sober up and we’ll go get her.”
Anthony lets out a giggle. It’s manly, but it’s still a giggle nonetheless. “She’s gonna be so mad if we do that.”
“Yeah, but I kinda like it when she’s mad. She’s such a little handful.” The warmth in his voice has you positively melting.
“Mmhm, but then we get to settle her down. Trying to get our feisty wildcat to purr like the little kitten we both know she is…man...”
“But you gotta love the fact that she only purrs for us.” Chris’ voice is positively dripping with pure male satisfaction.
“I really want to make her purr right now.”
“Then let’s call a Lyft and go get our lady. Imagine how much fun we’ll have wrestling her into the backseat.” They both chuckle at that.
And that’s when you realize that you’ve been so caught up in their conversation that you’d forgotten you had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, you take your fist and bang it against the wall, causing a loud “thump”. Both men go quiet.
“That was the house settling, right?” Anthony breathes out, suddenly sounding nervous. “Please tell me that that was the house settling.”
“Uh, yeah. Of course it was, man. In fact, it sounded like it came from this wall over here.” Their socked feet move closer to your hiding spot under the bed. Not being able to resist, you slowly reach out to tickle their ankles.
“OH SHIT!” Anthony and Chris both squeak, yes squeak, at the same time, before suddenly leaping onto the bed and out of sight.
“Something touched me, bro.” Chris wheezes, clearly trying to catch his breath.
“Must have been a draft…” Anthony whispers, sounding rattled.
“Yeah, yeah. Except, the ceiling fan isn’t on and none of the windows are open.” They’re both breathing hard and on full alert. You pick that moment to bash one fist against the boxspring, while banging the other against the wall.
“FUCK THIS!” Chris all but bellows. But Anthony, well, your sweet Honeybear has had enough. From his position on the bed you hear him shout: “I don’t know who or what the fuck is in here, but our girl is coming home soon, which means me and my boy here are going to have to fuck you up!”
You hear Chris’ sharp intake of breath. “That’s right, Casper! So - so come on out and take your ass whooping like a man!”
You cover your mouth, torn between feelings of pride and straight up laughter. They were so cute that you decide it’s finally time to reveal yourself.
“You really want to fight me, boys?” You giggle from underneath the bed. “I mean, I’ll take you on. But can I at least stretch first?” You’re actually surprised when you hear them laugh. You’re talking about deep, gut-busting laughter coming straight from your men.
They climb off the bed and kneel on the floor to peek at you. “You are in so much trouble, sweet girl. Get your ass out from under there.” They help tug you out, still laughing. Anthony kisses your forehead. “You just took another five years off our lives, honey. That puts you at fifteen.”
Chris’ hands go to tickle your waist. “Mackie’s right. Now how do you plan to make things up to us before we expire?”
You drop down to your knees in front of them, hands going to the fastenings on their pants. “Hmm, I think I can come up with a few things.” You shoot them a mischievous as you take them into your mouth, one after the other. Over and over again
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TikTok Prank #15: Get Your Man’s Reaction to the Infamous TikTok Leggings
Today you were going on a morning run. Your men were still sleeping, which gives you time to quickly tug on your new pair of those leggings everyone had been raving about on TikTok. You follow it up with donning a black sports bra and a baggy t-shirt, just before Anthony starts to wake.
“Mm…Y/N?” He murmurs sleepily, his hand reaching out in search of your warmth. Your men were so cute when they woke up. “Where you goin’ baby?”
“Just on a run, honey. Go back to sleep.”
“Skip it and come back to bed. Need you to keep me warm…”
“Shhh.” You whisper, not wanting to risk him waking Chris. You brush a quick kiss over his forehead. “Sleep, big man. I’ll be back soon.” You watch as his eyes flutter closed. Adorable.
Lacing up your shoes, you head downstairs to grab your phone, headphones, arm band, and a spray bottle before heading out through the garage. You pause at your car, opening the trunk where you deposit your t-shirt and grab another package. And then you were off.
Your run lasts about five minutes - just long enough for you to turn the corner and make it to your friend Rachel’s house. She greets you at the door with a mimosa.
….
After about an hour you say your goodbyes and take off for home. You knew your men would be awake by now. But before you leave, you take your spray bottle full of water and wet yourself down so it looks like you’ve really worked up a sweat.
As you near the house, you notice Anthony is outside talking to a neighbor. He notices your approach before your boyfriend does. “Good morning, Liam!” You wave at him. Anthony turns around and stops in his tracks, momentarily stunned, his smile frozen on his face as he takes in your attire. You sidle up next to them.
“Hey there, good lookin’!” You chirp, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You chuckle inwardly when you feel Liam’s gaze stray to your ass. “I just had the best run, but I am absolutely parched. See you guys later.”
You turn to walk inside, taking note of Anthony’s strangled gasp when he gets a load of your booty. Too bad you couldn’t shake it right now, but you make sure your hips sway with every step you take.
Two minutes later, you hear Anthony behind you. “Baby, I’m so glad you had a good run but…” You reach into the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “But what, honey?” He hops up and down just a little with restless energy.
“I was just thinking that maybe you should workout inside from now on.” Your only response is a raised brow, lips coming together in a firm line. “You know we’ve got that whole home gym downstairs that we barely even use.” Huh?
“Oh? Could’ve sworn you and Dumpling used it all the time.” He struggles to answer just as Chris walks in.
The other man immediately takes you in his arms. “Good morning, sweetness.” He growls into your neck. “Missed you in bed.”
“Oof!” You growl playfully. “Get off silly. I’m pretty gross right now. All this sweat and stuff…eww!”
“Aww, stop it, Y/N. You are the furthest thing from gross.” What you don’t know is that Anthony is behind you, motioning for Chris to look down. And when he finally does, he is mesmerized by the sight of your ass. “Damn.” He mouths at Anthony.
“I was just telling our girl here about the home gym downstairs.” He aggressively mimes for Chris to understand, which he quickly does.
“He’s right, he did. But I didn’t forget it was there. You boys use it all the time. And I like to run. Outside.”
“But baby…” Chris murmurs as he releases you. “We could work out together.” You take another pull of your water bottle. “Me and Mack could lift, you know? Curl some weights. And you…you could run on the treadmill.” You blink up at him, the look on your face letting him know that you are so not convinced.
“That’s right!” Anthony chimes in. “It’d be a whole little family affair.”
You turn your nose up at that suggestion. “Nah, running on a treadmill makes me feel like a hamster. Plus you guys make way too much noise when you workout. All that grunting and groaning…it’s too distracting.” You turn to head upstairs, giving both your men a good look at your legging-clad backside. You giggle softly when you hear their twin moans.
“Y/N, baby, but when you run outside you’ve got to think about cars…” Anthony growls as he jogs behind you.
“Thanks for the concern, Honeybear. But I run on the sidewalk, not in the street.”
And then comes Chris. “What about wild animals? Have you considered those?”
“Yep, he’s right, Y/N. We’re talking about stray dogs and cats…”
“Thanks for the concern, boys, but I’ll be fine. And you already know if I see either one, I will try to bring them home myself. So I’ll the one responsible for that battle.” You reach your bedroom and let out a sigh. Of course they’re still with you.
“But then you’ve got to think about coyotes! They are taking over!” Anthony exclaims.
“He’s right. I just watched a whole special on it.” That makes you roll your eyes.
“Coyotes? In the daytime? In this neighborhood? Okay.” You proceed to start getting undressed. “You know boys, typically I’d invite you to shower with me, but you’re both being weird so…” You take off your sports bra, letting your breasts go free.
“Guys.” You whip around to face them. “You’ve never been this odd about my runs before. Does this have something to do with my leggings? Do you…not…like them?” Both Anthony and Chris immediately focus on your chest. You cross your arms, inadvertently pushing them up even higher. You then watch as their heads simultaneously tilt to the side.
“They’re the breast.” Chris coughs. “I mean the best!”
“Baby, we love your leggings. It’s something about that ass that has us all twisted up.” Anthony breathes as his large, rough hand goes to rub at his hardening cock.
Paying them no mind, you yank your remaining clothing off your body and pad to the shower. “Well, gentleman, I’m about to shower. If either one of you can manage to untwist yourselves while the water heats up, then feel free to join me. If not, well…your loss.” With that you blow them both a kiss and stride into the bathroom.
“But if we untwist, then can we at least talk about the importance of stranger danger?” One of them cries out.
I just wanted to let you know that as of this Monday, I am going into a rehab center for women. It's the best thing for me. I will not have my phone, or computer. I will not be able to write stories. And I'm sorry. Because writing is my solace - it's my saving grace.
Some people wondered why I went a week and half without posting...it was because I was depressed.
I tried to reach out to my father, and at first it was okay. And then...things were not okay. So I started drinking again. Ended up in the hospital last Saturday morning at 5:00am. It doesn't take long for me to get sick anymore.
I wrote a bunch of stories in the hospital because it was a healthy distraction.
And it distracted me from my Dad. I want to say to anyone that has abusive family, parents, or partners...don't let them put your hands on you ever. I made myself a "Confidential Patient" when he was in town, that way he couldnt just show up at the hospital.
But what triggered me..? When I tried to set a boundary, saying you can't hit me anymore, his response was: "I only put my hands on you because you talk too much."
That's not acceptable to me. I don't curse at him, I've never hit him, never fought back.
Not that any of that matters.
But anyway, friends. I'm going away for two months. I hope you're still here when I get back. And I will miss each and every one of you. I'm going to try to write a few more stories before I go, but real talk, I'm in my feelings right now.
Long time no talk, but I hope you're all doing super well. I've missed everybody. I just wanted to let you know that I successfully completed my program and plan to start writing again. Thank you all so much for your love, well wishes, and support. It means the world to me...
Like, you have no idea how much it has helped me. And yes, I brought it up in group counseling sessions a lot. It meant that much.
My journey on the path of sobriety is just beginning, but as of today it's been 66 days since I've had a drop of alcohol. And I am damned proud of that fact. If anyone has any questions about treatment, please know that my inbox is always open. Or you can feel free to message me. Don't be afraid to get help when you need it.
Thank you for your love and support. I know I said I wouldn't be on for a long time, and this is a one-off but I wanted to say hi. The program is great. It's a lot, but I need it. We're not allowed to have electronics but...
Guess who has Walking Pneumonia? This girl! For someone who has no health insurance, I sure do seem to like hospitals. Anyways, I'm fine now. It's been a long, rough week. Never had Pneumonia before and never want it again.
It's my last night in the hospital and my friend brought me my laptop. I'm not breaking rules or anything. I've been handwriting and outlining a lot of stories. And there's one that, if the meds don't knock me out, I might be able to post tonight.
It's very special to me. If it does happen, I hope you enjoy. If it doesn't happen, please know I tried.
Don't have much time. Computer has to go away tomorrow.
Currently watching Red Sea Diving Resort for the first time as I try to write. Been up for a while. Should probably go back to sleep for a minute, But this is my first meeting with Ari Levinson. I’ve read plenty of fics about him, but the way he ran off to grab that little boy in the beginning of the film has me like...
OH MY GOD.
Like, I am in love. You go get that baby, boo. Go get him. I might fall asleep, but only because I’m tired.
Chris Evans is so damned smexxy it should be illegal. That’s all.
