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hansoloswhore · 2 years
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idc this is weirdly my comfort frank fic
The Rooftop
Summary: You want to kill Frank. Frank wants to kill you. You want to fuck Frank. Frank wants to fuck you.
Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Rough Sex, Blood, Mild Breathplay, Mild Painplay, Canon-Typical Violence, Dom Frank Castle
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When you stepped onto the rooftop that night, the horizon of New York’s skyscrapers and dazzling night lights served as a grating reminder of the gravity of your choices and the weight of your mistakes.
Borderline black and expansive in the moonlight, you silently acknowledged that the asphalt you drudged your feet upon would either be painted with the sacrifice of your blood or serenaded with items of ripped clothing, courtesy of Frank Castle’s ruthlessness and/or your pent up lust.
As most things are with Frank, your relationship with him could only be described as broken, complicated, and volatile. What began as mutual respect, occasional friendly banter, and silent sexual tension seemed to only fester into something brutal, intense, and devoid of innocence.
As your interactions grew more frequent along with the city’s crime rates, so did your disagreements and violent solutions to them. Each time seemed more barbaric than the last; him breathing heavily against a wall with a gaping knife wound, thanks to your indoctrinated skills with a blade; and you grunting on the ground with several flesh wounds, thanks to his precious M16.
You hated guns, Frank cultivated their power for a living. You liked tequila, he only drank bourbon. You’re fueled by empathy, he’s fueled by rage.
You’re a bitch, he’s a total fucking asshole.
The only thing you and Frank Castle seemed to agree upon was the failure of the law: the corruption of systems and the oppression of society’s most notable institutions. He may be a lot less eloquent than you are, but you imagine these beliefs that the two of you share have always superseded the dislike and argumentative nature of your relationship — professional or otherwise.
Years of knowing the Punisher had led to this moment: the Autumn wind hitting your face, your feet dragging their way across a New York rooftop into the darkest parts of the night. You knew tonight held merit — you’d kill him or he’d kill you; you would ride him on the asphalt or he would fuck you against the nearest billboard.
The situation and its possible outcomes were as black and white as he was. There were no grey areas with the possibility of compromisation. A mutual understanding this was: you both had let the rage between you simmer and now it was time for it to be served.
Knowing Frank Castle was knowing his anger, and when Frank’s anger grew, so did the black of his pupils and the power of his dominating glare. You knew what that look meant, and you knew he would be too stubborn and headstrong to ever act upon the fantasies rolling through his head. His familiarity to pain had merged his lust with his most dominant emotion, and you being you, found great pleasure in exploiting his attempts at keeping his beast at bay.
You’d do anything in the world for Frank Castle to crack — for you to be the one to crack him. To anger him enough that he had no option but to take you where you stood, to fuck some silence and some goddamned sense into you. He never did, after all this time, and you confidently thought he never would, after all this time.
You had put your best bets on the more gruesome outcome for tonight, the one that concluded with bloodshed and pain, rather than moans and pleasure.
“You always scurry around lookin’ like a lost puppy?”
From where you stood, Frank was merely a dark silhouette hidden between the most intimate of shadows. He sauntered towards you casually, his features rough and jagged under a small, blue glare of light. The frown of his lips was perceptible, as was the large purple bruise he wore across his left cheek. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d ever seen Frank without the visible consequences of war.
“You always cower in the dark like a little pervert, Castle?” You tilted your head almost condescendingly, enjoying the huff of hot air that caused his nostrils to flare.
“That mouth shoulda’ killed you by now, sweetheart,” he grinned, expertly cocking the 1911 in his left hand. Ever the egotist and drama queen. “I look forward to makin’ that happen.”
You barked out a laugh that was alarmingly — unnervingl y — loud, letting your brash and impulsive nature drown out any and all of your unease. You gloated to yourself as you noticed Frank momentarily tense at your outburst. “You an’ your empty promises, Frankie. You enjoy threatening women?”
“You ain’t no woman,” he grunted, stepping further into the light. You peered at the spray painted skull across his bulletproof vest, the white almost glowing in the pale moonlight. “You ain’t nothin’ more than some shit on my boot I shoulda’ scraped off a long time ago.”
“Awe, now careful, Frankie,” you breathed, stepping up to him. You both stood a couple of feet away from each other: not quite close, not quite far. “You know I’m into degradation.”
“That right?” His boots echoed against the ground.
“You know it is.” Your fingers caressed the handle of your knife.
“Mhm.” His nose brushed against yours.
Copper with a hint of oak.
That’s what Frank Castle smelled like. His eyes — the richest of browns, dark and passionate. The bruises across his skin violet, a stark contrast to your favourite light coloured lavender flowers.
You silently studied each other, predator examining predator, his hot breath fanning against your hairline and yours barely tickling his chin.
“I’m gonna kill you, Frank,” you spoke softly, like you were sharing a sacred secret with a friend. He was a friend, at one point. You liked thinking that maybe he still was. He was something, he had always been something to you. “I’m killing you.”
“You gonna turn your words into actions, big girl?” His tone was patronizing — you were going to kill him, you were going to brutally kill him. “Or are ya gonna keep talkin’ off that pretty mouth’a yours until I shove a bullet into your skull?"
The pride you held for yourself as your fist collided with the underside of his jaw was something you hoped to still remember as you burned in the fiery pits of hell. The way the Punisher staggered back, his eyebrows raising in shock — at your actions, your fire, your rage. That shit was completely priceless.
He dodged your next three attacks with that irritatingly efficient military precision of his, knocking you onto the ground as he violently kicked his boot into the bone of your ankle. You managed to kick his sidearm away and send him crashing to the ground just as quickly, your reflexes moving you just in time as his fist collided with the asphalt near your head.
You swung around his hunched form and locked your arm around his neck, pressing against his windpipe, your free hand digging into a reopened gash above his left ear. Your knee was held harshly against his spine as you audibly and visibly struggled to keep him low and on the ground.
Before you could hold a secure stance, Frank had risen from the ground with you still clinging to his back. He threw you backwards instantly, your chest and limbs colliding with the ground in a violent welcome back.
You screamed as he crushed your torso against the pavement, hearing one of your ribs strain under the pressure of his weight. Your mind was cloudy as your adrenaline spiked sharply as pain blossomed in your chest cavity. Frank’s grunts were all you could decipher as he held you down by your neck and lower back, pushing and pushing and pushing. You weren’t dying like this, not this quickly.
You hastily grabbed a small blade that was strapped against your thigh and stabbed any part of Frank that you could find. Even through your awkward angle and weakened strength, the blade seared through the skin of his shoulder — giving you the opportunity to burst his ego and escape out from under him expertly.
“That all you fuckin’ got?” You were wheezing and swaying on your feet as your lungs tried to get familiar with the feeling of proper airflow again.
He turned to you and removed the blade from his shoulder, giving you the pleasure of seeing him slightly wince. “You can barely fuckin’ stand, princess.”
Just as he reached for you again, you caught him off guard and punched him straight in the neck, sending him straight back to the ground. Straddling him in the blink of an eye, you pressed your hand against his forehead so he could look at you — really look at you — as you shoved a serrated blade deep into the side of his abdomen.
He moaned in pain as you pushed the knife deeper into his mass and punched his nose for good measure. Your pupils blown wide, splatters of blood on your face, your fingers numb, you sat on his chest and stared in awe as the big, bad Punisher crumpled at the pain you bestowed upon him.
“That feel good, Frankie?” You taunted, giggling manically. His jaw was seething and desperate to be punched again, so you did — did you hear it shift? “Am I making you feel good, baby?”
You knew Frank could handle strenuous amounts of pain compared to what you’d ever be able to give him, but in a self-absorbed way, you liked to think that since this was you making him hurt, you making him bleed, you making him suffer — he was wallowing a lot more than usual.
As you harshly pulled the blade out of his body, desperate to hear him wail, Frank dug his fingertips into the base of your hair, clenched his hand, and shoved you back against the ground next to him.
The way your skull bounced against the concrete wasn’t pleasant. The sounds you made as Frank’s fists collided with your face again and again and again weren’t pleasant. The way your brain screamed at you to beg for his mercy wasn’t pleasant. The feeling of the barrel of his gun pressing against the side of your head wasn’t pleasant.
If Frank was going to murder you, you weren’t going to let him give you the easy way out. You wanted his pain, the excruciating pain he would give you, to be the last thing you felt as you fell off the Earth and settled into your personalized pit of death. You’d reunite with him there, surrounded by fire and heat — you’d be patient, you’d be content, you’d look forward to reminiscing with the Punisher in the place the both of you belonged.
“With your hands,” you begged. You felt blood pool beneath your head as you grasped Frank’s wrist in another plea. “Kill me with your hands, no guns.”
Frank moved the barrel away from your head and rested his arms at his sides slowly. His eyes never left yours but his expression seemed hollow and harsh — a bit unnerving. He licked at his cut lip inelegantly and tried to calm himself. You breathed harshly underneath him and followed the trail of blood from his nose, to his jaw, creeping down his jugular and disappearing into his shirt.
He was mesmerizing.
The Punisher in all his brutal glory.
Then, he grinned.
Frank grinned.
He breathed and inched his face closer to yours , his body moving against yours , perfectly molding against yours . Your breaths mingled: yours sharp and wary, his deep and strained. His lips parted slowly, he licked them again , and then he grinned again .
That’s when you felt him, hard and straining against your stomach. Thick, hard, and big and fucking perfect .
He rutted against you, grunting, just testing the waters.
Fuck.
His nose traced along your jaw, swept over your cheek, your blood collecting on his skin. He rutted against you again, his length pressing into the seam of your jeans and rubbing against your clit.
Oh, fuck.
“Beg,” he commanded, grinding himself against you in a criminally — agonizingly —  slow way. You whined, your heart hammering. He smiled, chuckling against your skin. “Beg for me to fuck you, princess. Or beg for me to kill you.”
“Make me,” you challenged, your voice but a mere whisper. “Fuckin’ make me...fucking...make me…”
Whiny.
Bordering on needy.
Only Frank could bring this out in you.
His immediate response to your challenge was shoving his hand out to wrap around your throat, his fingers pressing right against the sensitive spot of your pulse point. That cocky grin of his reappearing, spreading across his lips, twisting his features. Asshole. He’s such an asshole.
You laughed, as best as your lungs permitted you to. “Can’t even fuckin’ choke me good...fuckin’ weak…”
Yeah.
Bitch. You’re such a bitch.
He squeezed harder, his brows furrowing.
You moaned for him, your lips parting.
You felt good . In pain and so fucking good. You were high and relishing in the heat that made your cunt throb , the lack of oxygen that made your cunt wet , and the deadly look in his eyes that made your cunt desperate .
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
He squeezed harder.
“Beg. Use that big girl voice a’ yours for me, yeah?”
With your vision getting spotty, your heart desperately trying to jump out of your chest, and your cunt viciously pulsing, you had to take a moment to regain your surroundings, your situation.
The situation in which Frank Castle was pinning you against the ground on a rooftop in the middle of the city, pressing his weight onto you as he heaved: bloody and battered, choking you into submission, ripping you of your pride.
It was everything you’d ever wanted.
He loosened his grip on your throat, waiting — patient man. Patient asshole.
“Fuck me, Frank. Fuckin’ fuck me, please, please, please. I need you, so fuckin’ bad...need you to fuck me hard...please…”
“Yeah? You need me that bad, huh?”
You nodded frantically and he hummed, pressing his knee right up against your sex in the most taunting and ruthless way — you wailed and squirmed. He pressed himself against you harder.
“Please, so bad…so fuckin’ bad, Frank...I’ll be good, I’ll be all yours...All fuckin’ yours...”
You were gone. You were so fucking gone.
“You’ve always been mine. I’ve always been what you need, yeah?”
You could only whine in response.
“Yeah, s’right… I know, princess. I fuckin’ know.” He moved his knee away from you, leaving you more needy and wanting than ever. You huffed impatiently, Frank laughed mockingly.
Dickhead.
Tangy, disturbing, and brutal, the taste of Frank’s blood mixing with yours as he crashed his lips to yours and kissed you, no — devoured — you, was as disgusting as it was beautiful.
Your hands trembled as you moved your fingers over his face, tugging and clawing at the ends of his hair. You relished in the way he tensed so beautifully as your nails scraped his scalp, feeling all of him. You quickly changed trajectory and tugged off his vest, then found the hem of his shirt, struggling to swiftly pull it off of him. Frank noticed and helped you rip it to shreds instead.
His hands were frantic as he slid them over any part of you he could touch, massaging and gripping and pinching. Your shirt was gone as quickly as he could get it off, your skin prickling and stinging as it met the cold air. Frank, the asshole , the tease , licked a path from the waistband of your jeans all the way up to your chin.
You groaned and immediately pierced your fingernails into his shoulder blades, causing a cascade of goosebumps to travel across the expanse of his skin.
Your pain and his pain, your pleasure and his pleasure, completely came together into this one colossal moment of pure fucking bliss .
As your mouths moved against one another’s and your hands roamed the plains of each other’s bodies, you became one solid mass of passion, disorder, and desire.
Biting and groping each other; your body aching, your hair bloody and skin bruised; Frank wounded, his skin painted in crimson and in cuts; he suddenly ended it all as he removed his lips from your mouth, sighing, and pressing his forehead firmly to yours.
His eyes shut sternly and he began muttering a plethora of incoherent sentences, huffing breaths of hot air against your face. You tried to even your breathing in response as you pressed your palm tenderly — yes, tenderly — against his cheek.
“Frank?”
His eyes shot open and bore into yours. You swore his irises were black. Completely black.
“...Been wanting you for so long, yeah? Always wanted...Been needin’ you this way for years...Your fuckin’ attitude and your fuckin’ teasin’. You always testing my patience and makin’ me goddamn homicidal—”
“You’re always homicidal, Frankie.”
That earned you a harsh slap against your thigh.
“See? Fuckin’ brat, you are. Always flirting and bein’ a little shit...s’like you were begging me to put you right and all I’ve ever wanted is to take my goddamn dick out and shove it right into your—”
“You gonna turn your words into actions, big boy?” You kissed him and grinned as you pulled away, Frank’s lips leaning back into yours, trying to coax another one out of you. “M’here, needy and under you. Fuckin’ bleeding out and wanting nothing more than your cock, Frank. Fuckin’ do something about it.”
“Yeah...” He harshly palmed at your breast, his eyes never leaving yours as you hissed in pain (fuck you , Frank) and panted in pleasure (fuck me , Frank) . “Fuck...so good...”
It was a pain for the both of you to remove your jeans, especially as yours caught between the chunk of your boots and Frank’s zipper busted and wouldn’t budge. When the hassle of removing clothes was over, he just leaned back on the soles of his feet, groaning and muttering fervently to himself. His wandering eyes raked over your nearly naked form with an almost primal sense of possessiveness and pride.
You lifted your head, groaned, and pressed your fingers along the laceration at the back of your head that continued to ooze blood. You sighed and leaned back into the ground again.
“Can’t believe...was gonna kill you before I could ever fuck you...”
You never realized how rough and calloused Frank’s hands were until he caressed and explored his way down your body. He groaned as he pinched your thighs, causing you to squirm and gasp. His thick fingers pressed into the skin of your love handles, causing you to whimper. He brought his mouth against your belly and began kissing everywhere he could, causing you to sigh.
“You gonna kill me after you fuck me?”
His eyes found yours again as he sucked a trail of love bites up your stomach, all the way to the valley of your breasts. “With that mouth? It’s real likely.”
“I’ll be ready, then.”
“You do that, princess.”
“Shut up.”
“No.”
You hate him. Him and his cocky, expected attitude.
What you didn’t expect, however, was for Frank to — hurriedly and enthusiastically — shuffle his way down your body and press his tongue flat against the underside of your panties.
Shit.
You couldn’t help but cry out — poor, pitiful, completely ruined you — as his tongue circled along your clothed clit and up and down your slit.
“Frank! God...just fuck me already! Oh, fuck,” you whined as you heard the tear of your undergarment and felt the chill, New York air cool your throbbing slit. “Please, Frank...”
“Always wanted to hear you beg,” he panted, licking a clean line up your cunt. You whined and thrashed, he held you down and chuckled. “Yeah, look at you...You’re so fuckin’ messy for me, girl. My needy little...needy little slut, yeah?”
“Oh, fuck you!” You screamed — screamed like a fucking wanton whore (of which you would happily admit you were) — as his tongue entered you and his finger began working your clit. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”
You were right on the edge and that fucking bastard knew it. Frank Fuckin’ Castle wanted nothing more than to feel you — the bitchy-smart-ass-manically-unstable woman he loved and loathed — to completely come undone all over his goddamn face.
And you did.
Loudly.
In a more conscious light, you’d have been extremely thankful for the loud streets of the city that completely drowned out the cries and the moans and the colourful expletives you were screaming — all thanks to Frank Castle.
You couldn’t even comprehend the feeling of your own body as the white light behind your eyes slowly began to fade. Your heartbeat was violent, your pants loud and heavy. You were sure that you’d just died and resurrected.
For Frank, the feeling of your thighs: thick and trembling and so fucking soft , wrapped around his head was the only place that he would ever willingly lay down his arms and let himself die.
Your taste, your sounds, you — Frank was starving and all he fucking wanted was more, more, more.
“Goddamn, girl...” You felt his fingertips graze your cunt, causing you to squirm and immediately pry your eyes open. “I ain’t never seen something as perfect as the way you cum for me, princess.”
“Frank...”
“God, look at you…” His breaths were as hot and heavy as yours, your slick smeared and shining across his face.  “Shoulda’ made you come for me ages ago.”
A devious smile — he’s an ass, remember — ghosted over his lips as he began peppering tiny kisses all over your jaw, his right hand around your throat, holding you still. “Did I break you the way you wanna be broken?”
“Frank...”
“Oh yeah,” he grunted, his fingers pinching your nipples. It felt like he was everywhere and anywhere at once. You cried out for his mercy. He didn’t relent. “I made you all dumb an’ empty now, huh? M’gonna break you all over again.”
“Frank…”
You affirmed to yourself that you had to let Frank Castle completely destroy you in order for you to be put back together again. Perhaps it was the cold air, or the way that you were bleeding out and edging closer to death on a shitty rooftop, or the way that the Punisher had granted you the most intense orgasm of your life — when his cock entered your cunt, you were convinced that you had never been more fulfilled and alive in your entire life.
He filled you and stretched you in the most delicious and agonizing way. It was evil how he fit so fucking perfectly , that a slow, calculated thrust had him immediately reaching your special little sweet spot.
“Fucking fuck,” he panted, his gaze travelling down to the intrusion of his cock entering your cunt. He nearly came right then, feeling your walls pulse and tighten around him.
Art.
That was fucking art .
“Don’t think I’ll be lastin’ so long with the way you’re — fuck — squeezing me so tight...s’like I’m a damn boy again.”
“Yeah? I’m...just that fucking good.”
You cried and moaned and gasped as Frank retaliated with some experimental thrusts, chuckling against your ear and sucking an icy bruise into the skin of your neck.
“There’s that big girl attitude of yours,” he grunted, biting your neck. You whimpered as his teeth sunk and ripped into your skin — he licked the blood away. “That damn mouth...”
As he kissed and licked at you, you were scratching and marking up his chest and stomach. You knew he was enjoying himself, especially as he began grunting and claiming you harder. The both of you — the two lust-blinded psychopaths — had completely forgotten about the gaping knife wound in Frank’s side, even as his blood smeared and gushed across your abdomen.
“Just break me good, Frank.”
That’s when he began rutting into you like a grotesque fucking animal, his hips smacking and shattering against your pelvis. You felt him cup his hand against the back of your head to protect you from the impact of the ground, a contrasting kindness compared to the way he was completely ruining you.
It was all so urgent and necessary. Your ankles pressing into his ass, his right hand gripping your throat, his left holding himself up. The way you two fucked was rough and raw and everything right.
You were happy to relay that mister Frank Castle’s vocabulary was about as colourful as the rest of him.
“‘Fuck yeah. – So tight.  – Atta girl. – There ya go. – Mine. – Slut. – Shit, shit, shit...’”
How very Frank.
As you both came; your mind floating through a state of delirium as your heart attempted to burst out of its cage, Frank muttering and panting against the crook of your neck and shoulder — that’s when you heard it.
“Jesus Christ!”
Frank reaching for his gun and the presence of your favourite lawyer in a devil’s costume are the last things you acknowledge — right before you lose consciousness.
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hansoloswhore · 2 years
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☾ † “You’re pretty, but not too pretty to get facefucked.” Frank + werewolf au
𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀 | ᠻ.ᥴ.
fandom marvel
featuring alpha!werewolf!frank castle x bratty!omega!reader (f)
rating NSFW / MINORS DNI
content warning A/B/O dynamics, dubcon, facefucking, knotting, Frank’s an asshole, slight hatefucking, suggested age gap (reader is 18+)
summary your alpha’s got an interesting way to keep the pack in line.
word count 1.6k / mini musing
attention part of my fright nights event! not proofread; do not copy/repost/translate. please reblog ❤️
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you can hear him from outside, the baritone reverberating as he tears into the betas and you find yourself fidgeting. he’s hollering so loud that his voice sounds like thunder, and you can envision the bulging vein on the side of his throat and the look in his dangerous gaze, the fire and fury that must be there.
you don’t move a muscle when he stomps inside, the heavy door slamming against the wall as he does so— your eyes cast down to avoid his glaring, though you can feel it burning through you.
the betas were all retreating with their tails tucked between their legs after their reaming, and you were next in line to be torn apart.
maybe you deserved it.
“Y’aint got anything to say?” Frank challenges as he steps close to you, chest puffed and heaving. his breathing is already ragged, like chewing out the betas had riled him into a feral state. “That’s a fuckin’ first.”
inhale. exhale. you tried to keep your heart from pounding and your breathing steady, but he was so close that you were taking in his warmth. hold your ground. “Do you want me to repeat myself?” you reply, acid dripping from your tongue as your eyes flicker up to meet his. any time the pack had a rally, it seemed that you always had a problem with at least one thing Frank had to say, a vision he has for the pack or a new stipulation he was implementing. everyone else did, too, but you were the only one brave or stupid enough to call him out.
“Nah, i don’t wantcha to repeat yourself—“ grinding his teeth, Frank reaches out and grabs your face with one hand, the pads of his fingers hollowing your cheeks as they press into them, and you wince, brows knitting together, “I want you to show me some Goddamn respect,” he hisses, leaning in close, “Learn your place, Omega.”
your eyes narrow, your pride getting the better of you, and against every ounce of common sense in your body, your lips part to speak again. “You have enough of the pack kissing your ass, I’m not going to be one of them.”
for several seconds following the quip, Frank only glares. his jaw is tight and working, fingers squeezing your face to the point of aching, before he releases you, shoving your head back as he does so. the force is so great that you stagger a couple of steps back to keep yourself upright. “I’m gettin’ real sick of that mouth of yours, someone’s gotta teach you to keep it shut.” as he speaks, he paces the room, both hands finding his belt. the leather shrieks as he yanks it free from the loops. “I got just the thing for you, puppy, now get on your fucking knees.”
you’re too busy massaging your sore jaw that you’re almost certain you mishear him. your countenance twists into one of distaste and you take a step back, “What? What are you going to do?”
“Teach you a very important lesson,” he insists as he steps closer, cracking the belt like a whip against the floor by his feet, “from now on, when you open that mouth, I’m gonna stuff it full of cock. Maybe it’ll teach you to think twice about saying anything at all.”
“You can’t—“
Frank’s brow quirks, “Oh yeah? Why not?” he scoffs, wrapping one end of the leather around his powerful hand. “Think you’re too good for it? I gotta tell you, little girl, you’re pretty, but not too pretty to get facefucked. On your knees. Don’t make me ask you again.”
this time, you knew better than to test him. it might’ve been the first time since he took over that you didn’t push your luck, but his eyes were wild and furious; you were never the type to pick your battles, but you found yourself avoiding this one as you drop to your knees— reluctantly obedient.
“Good. Open wide, pup.”
you do as instructed, albeit whilst also glaring up at him. your tongue hangs over the cusp of your bottom lip as an invitation. you find yourself salivating as you watch him undo his fly and do away with the pesky garments all together, the faded denim bunching up around his ankles, spilling over worn combat boots. his member, when pulled from a fabric prison, is already twitching and hardening in his palm, which he greases with spit and pumps himself to full attention. you soak through your panties in anticipation, shifting on your knees. he’s damn thick, with throbbing veins etching over his mighty inches, and a broad, red tip.
“Not so tough now, are ya?” he taunts, slapping the underside of his tool against your waiting tongue a couple of times with a tight-lipped grin. your breath on him, the stimulation from your nubbed tongue was enough to coax a hungry growl from deep within his throat. “What’s the matter, huh? Got one look at this fat cock and now you know I’m the one in charge? Or maybe you’re just all kinds ‘a content now, because this is exactly what you wanted in the first place.”
there’s a glimmer in your hues, a sparkle of loathing, of anger at his words. your pride getting the best of you, maybe, but he catches it, anyways. hooking the belt around the back of your head, he grips either side and urges his manhood beyond the threshold of your cavern with a powerful thrust of his hips. “Stare daggers all ya want for as long as you have any fuckin’ dignity, pup, because your alpha’s about to fuck it out of ya.”
you wouldn’t admit it, but there was an inkling of excitement within you, anticipating that the alpha would make good on his word.
his pace is not an easy one to adjust to, quick and sharp bucking that drives his the better half of his cock deep into your mouth, threatening to prod the back of your throat, already. regardless of the way you gargle, he doesn’t ease up. the belt working in tandem with his rhythm, forcing you to take as much as he wants, not as much as you think you can take.
“Tell you what,” he grunts, brows furrowed with his chin jabbing into his heaving chest so he can watch you gag on his girth, the imprint of his size bulging from your cheek when he shifts the angle— every time you whine, his lips threaten a proud curve, “I like you a whole lot more when your mouth is too full of dick to say a word, those pretty lips ‘a yours stretched around my fucking cock, you make a damn good little sheath, dontcha?”
if you could form anything coherent, you would’ve unleashed a verbal barrage Frank couldn’t even begin to expect— but your hatred for your alpha wanes in comparison to the arousal you feel when getting him off, the obscene and delicious flavor of his musk on your tongue, the way his thickness has your tiers pulled taut around it, oozing drool from the corners of your mouth to glaze your chin and drip a cocktail of spit and precum on to your top. so you furrow your brows, fiery gaze the best you could muster, and nod anyways. nod because you know that it’s true, you were being abused by the beast above you, and you were eating it up.
“Good pup.” he moans, knuckles white against the belt as he pulls you down further. far enough to feel the bulbous knot pop behind your teeth, essentially locking his cock in place in your cavern. maximum capacity, that’s what you’re thinking— his tip is nudging the back of your throat, his girth keeps your mouth extended until your jaw aches. and the pulsating knot ensures he won’t be pulling out until he cums. “You know what good pups get? Big, fuckin’ loads down their throats.” as if to punctuate his statement, Frank braces his feet against the floor, and jackhammer himself into you, his heavy balls slapping your chin and dragging strings of gooey spit like spider webs back from it. his knot hits the back of your teeth over and over, keeping him from pulling out in his furious rutting. you choke on him as he spears your throat with the engorged head until one final and cruel thrust buries him to the hilt into your mouth. a flood of warmth pours into your gorge. at first, you gag, pushing his seed to spill on to your tongue and leak along the distended seam of your sore couplet.
“Ah, fuck.” he exhales, cock twitching as it expels the final wave of ejaculate, that last, pent up, shaking climax before the pesky knot has all but disappeared into his sex, allowing him to pull himself free.
you sputter when finally granted the emptiness your aching maw craved, his cum staining your top and leaving flyaway hairs sticking to your shiny chin. “S—satisfied, now?” it was meant to sound sarcastic, but instead came out meek and hopeful. instantly, you cursed yourself.
Frank smirks, wrenching the belt from your head and fastening his pants around his waist, tucking himself back inside. “You want me to tell you that you’re good at getting that mug fucked?” he scoffs, amused, and squats in front of you, eye level with you for the first time tonight. you swallow hard, tasting his cum in your saliva. dark eyes flicker, admiring your soiled countenance, before he cocks his head, “Next time, it’ll be your sweet, little cunt that I fuck into submission, pup.”
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it sucks how badly i need male attention and validation.
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through the wall (frank castle x matt murdock x reader)
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warnings: reader with a vagina (no gendered pronouns), accidental voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (male), oral sex (reader receiving), dirty talk, implied threesome, frank castle’s mouth, 18+ minors dni
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the safe house the three of you were staying in had two bedrooms, fortunately. theoretically, that gave you and frank your privacy while matt could sleep in semi-peace on his side of the wall
unfortunately for matt, no amount of space could stop him from hearing the sounds of you and frank having sex.
matt may be blind, but he’s not stupid. he knows attractive people when he comes across them, and you and frank are certainly a sight to behold.
he didn’t plan to be trapped in jersey with the two people who get his blood pumping like no one else, but things never go matt’s way, do they?
matt knew you and frank were in a relationship, or at least that you hooked up, but he never thought he’d get to experience the live performance through the thin walls of the shitty safe house.
matt tried not to listen, he really did, but it was so loud and he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. it wouldn’t hurt to listen just this once, right? whatever, he’ll say an extra few prayers to make up for it.
he laid back on the uncomfortable mattress and focused his hearing.
“this pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, doll. only you could be this fuckin’ needy while we’re runnin’ from the goddamn mob”
franks gruff voice is met with a noise matt never imagined you were capable of making. he never expected you to be so submissive, but at the same time, he imagined frank would be a lot meaner. but this is just the beginning.
“just couldn’t keep your damn hands to yourself.”
as matt listens through the wall, he lets his mind wander. if he were to join you, how would it work? would he join you in submitting to frank, or would the two of you gang up on him? he doubts frank would let him share you, but that thought alone could make him cum.
“what’s got you so worked up, sweetie? was it me takin’ all those guys down by myself?”
“d-don’t flatter yourself.”
your voice is breathy, strained, and it makes matt wonder what frank is doing. there’s a quiet wet sound that matt can pick up, but he can’t identify it.
“was it all the guns and blood? i know you’re sick like that, don’t try to deny it.”
matt’s hand drifts over the tent in his sweatpants, and he has to suppress the noise that threatens to spill from his lips when he does. he feels so wrong listening to his… associates? friends? having sex like this, but what’s the devil without sin, right?
“oh, i know what’s got you gushin’ all over my face like this…”
matt curses quietly as he imagines taking franks place in between your thighs, being the one to taste your juices.
“it’s cause red can hear us, isn’t it? you like the idea of him listenin’ to your slutty ass gettin’ fucked, huh?”
matt is so caught up in his imagination that he almost missed his fantasy coming true. you’re talking about him during sex, about him listening, about him doing exactly what he is right now.
“i bet he’s jerkin’ off right now, listening to this. hand down his pants, face in the pillow, tryin’ not to make a sound so we don’t catch him.” frank chuckles and that mean, taunting tone that matt expected from him was back, this time, directed at him.
matt does exactly what frank says and pushes his hand past the waistband of his sweatpants and into his boxers, grabbing ahold of his painfully hard cock.
he strokes himself slowly, not wanting to give himself too much too soon, knowing his own lack of self control would get the better of him otherwise. he swipes his thumb over his wet tip and his whole body breaks out in a shudder.
“i don’t blame you, though. kid’s got a nice ass, i wouldn’t mind leaving some handprints on it. bet he’d love that, fuckin’ masochist. i swear he gets me to beat him up on purpose.”
matt bites his fist to stop a moan and damn frank for being so perceptive.
“i might have to show him the ropes with you, though. he’s a good little church boy, probably a virgin,” frank laughs, but it sounds muffled like his mouth is against your skin.
frank knows matt isn’t a virgin, he knows. it’s a taunt, a challenge for matt to prove himself to both of you, but rising to it would be admitting that he’d been listening the whole time, which is shame matt isn’t quite ready to face
“shut up, he’s not a virgin,” you reply, and matt can hear a quiet hiss from frank like you just pulled his hair. “he could probably fuck me better than you could.”
“that right?”
and now matt certainly doesn’t want to get involved. frank normally is dangerous enough, but frank when he has something to prove is someone matt prays he will never have to face.
“why don’t you tell pretty boy to come in here and fuck you so i can see how much better he is, huh?”
“are you sure your ego can handle it?”
for the first time since you started, the safe house is silent.
“you heard the lady, red. get your hand outta your pants and get over here.”
without another thought, matt is springing from bed, running across the hall, and knocking on the door to your room.
he hears quiet laughter and some shuffling before the door swings open, revealing a half dressed frank.
“you need somethin’?” frank asks smugly.
“yes, god yes, i can’t take the teasing anymore.”
frank grabs matts arm and yanks him over to the bed where you lay with your legs spread.
“they’re all yours, red.”
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JON BERNTHAL + letterboxd reviews
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i would want Jon Bernthal to ruin me. life. insides. any would be great
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Jon Bernthal → kissing scenes (requested by: @joeteague)
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Birthday Domme Week
Series Summary: Ransom wants to make sure you get the absolute best treatment during your birthday week.
Series Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, sub!Ransom, SMUT!! 18 ONLY!!
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Day 1: Lap Dance
Day 2: Begging and Bimbofication
Day 3: Housewife Kink
Day 4: Daddy Kink
Day 5: Feminization
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platonic - rafe cameron
part two / part three
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rafe cameron x f!kook reader
inspiration songs:
back to sleep - chris brown, fuck up the friendship - leah kate, come thru - summer walker, skin - rihanna, nasty - ariana grande, kisses down low - kelly rowland, say it tory lanez, drunk and nasty - pi’erre bourne, wet the bed - chris brown, ride - somo, naked & woman - doja cat, find your love - drake
summary: rafe was two years older and her older brother’s best friend. always has been off limits they have always been close, but never close enough. when rafe finds out y/n has feelings for him and suddenly he sees her in a whole new light. he starts to notice her more and more, developing his own feelings for the girl. will her brother keep them apart?
warnings: swearing, under age drinking, angst, jealousy, anger, & toxic past relationships 
word count: 2.5k
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Imagine running your hands through his hair 😩I wanna kiss him on the forehead
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One Night in Sokovia
Pietro Maximoff x reader (Female reader). Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic)
This is my first small fic so its fucking cringe <3
semi slow burn i think
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It was Tony’s idea , he wanted to go out to one of the night clubs in Sakovia due to is being there recruiting two new avengers
“One last night together before the new recruits join” 
“Tony we need to be up early to see them we can’t just stay out not like last time when we recruited summers over here”
Steve sends you a wink. Thats why you heard Pepper shouting a Tony to get of his ass, the morning you were recruited
Tony eyes Nat , Thor , Banner and finally you “come on it’ll be fun, like the good old days” “Tony we was out drinking last week and we had to carry Banner home” you said laughing
Everyone agreed Steve still staying quiet “Come on Capcicle it will be fine i promise to keep an eye on them with you”
Pre party shots Thor suggested with his iconic Asgardian drink which we all know doesn’t end well hence why we’re having ‘shots’ you see tony take it as soon as thor pours it
“hey were supposed  to take it all together” nat shouts at tony
“another one then least favourite midgarden” tony gives are sarcastic smile
“yes please point break”
Thor pours everyone a shot and himself a glass one you look over at Steve and do your annual shot pack you do where you cross you arms and do it together. Be puts his arm out and you hold on to it and you hear Banner fidgeting with the front door, and everyone running out.
“You first pretty boy” he gives you a small laugh
“Ladies first you should know by know i’m a true gentleman”
Holding Steves arm as you walk through Sokova from what you can see it seems nice and really pretty you wish it was early in the day so you could see it all. Seeing Bruce on Thor’s back and Nat Holding on Tony’s you really do love them.
they all came to a stop when Tony saw Heaven Nightclub “here we are”
Tonys eyes light up from the flashing purple light of the sign
You turn to look at steve “Same as always we stick with each other unless i see a really good looking lad”
In the club it was bigger than you thought it was playing 2000s music which you could tell Steve hated first round of drinks Steve got Tony said he gets it all free but Steve insisted. Forth round you choose you made everyone do those 10 lines of shots Thor did them all Tony did around 6 ans said they where nasty and went back to whatever you and nat did all 10 together and banner he did them all with a little help from Thor, Steve did 5 wanting to join in but you could tell he hated being there at times
Yours and Natasha’s Song came on and ran straight to the dance floor.
She's a maneater, make you work hard. Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love. Natashas hands on your hips as you dance with your back to her. She's a maneater, make you buy cars. Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all
You look over at Steve and send a wink and mouth “come on” he waves his hands and mouths “No way” “Its our last night lets all go”. you see Tony say to Steve “loosen up abit mussel man” Banner says to him “Fuck it”
The whole team is now dance together Steve spinning you around like its an old dance back in 1940s you laugh into his chest as the music stops and everyone sits back at the table
Im taking banner back Thor says just as his about to rip is shirt and tell avery one hes the Hulk while standing on the bar
“I’m off to get a drink do yous want anything” “Water” they all sort of shout at you
Making your way over to the bar you see a man still alone with an half empy beer bottle Silver Hair strong jawline and a fair amount of stubble
Fuck me he was gorgeous
“3 waters please and ill have a...
you can see him in the corner of your eye
“you know whats good on the menu”
His soft Sokovian accent almost made you melt right there and then
“what should i be then..” you rase a brow hoping he says his name
“Pietro Pietro Maximoff”
Hi you say and offer you hand he takes it and shakes it. “Y/N Y/N Summers”
“Y/N here will have a...
God my name sounded so good coming from his lips
...Tom collins” he sends a wink at you and slides money to the bar tender
“Thank you ill give these to my friends them ill be back over.. I promise” and you send him a wink back
Nat was passed out over Tony and Steve, Tony with his bed on Steve’s shoulder passes out to Steve and you just laugh “i better get them back to the house” as you was about to open your mouth Steve Buts in and says “stay with him have fun before tomorrow, juts don’t drink to much and stay out to late” “God Steve you sound like my mom , and you know i will be ans anyway i know how to fight, learnt from a good teacher” you wink and him “Goodnight pretty boy see you later” you said as he gave you a kiss on your head
you walk back to the bar sorted now your hair and adding a tad bit more lip gloss
“i was staring to think you ran out on me princessa”
the petname he called you send shivers down your spine
Taking a few sips of your Cocktail
and why would i do that”
he smirks at you with a quiet laugh coming out “that man you was with is he your”
you cut him of straight away “Boyfriend no”
you both smile and start talking about conspiracy theories what happens after you die space, not talking about your job felt amazing
a few drinks you where all over each other laughing fingers touching his hand ever so slightly on your thigh
both locking eyes he pulls you closer so his thigh between you leg, feeling a tight not in your stomach as his knee brushed along the front of your pants
“do you wanna get out of here”
“yes please” you say in a whisper lust filling your eyes eyeing his lips leaning down and kissing your lips softly
dragging you out he shouts out for a taxi
“its quite a long drive to mine so best get. comfy” placings a longer and harder kiss to you pushing him on the back seat so he’s lying down 
“comfy?”
“very” you lean down and start kissing slowly over his neck
a coughing comes from the front seat
“ever so sorry Eric back home please”
the ride to his was quite the radio on low giggling in to his neck him placing gentle kisses on yours
his hand traveling up your thigh his fingers just trailing up to the top when looking him in the eyes leaning in to his neck you let out a moan
“pietro.. please.. piet..”
“save those moans for when we’re inside princessa”
you pull up to his apparent block throwing money at the driver grabbing his hand,taking you to the apparent door pushing your back against the door swiping his tongue on your bottom lip to ask for entry.
Both of you fighting for dominance he finally gets the key in pushing the door in and kicking in with his foot dropping his key and you coats t the floor you hear a slight cough
“im going over to Mrs lovats i don’t want to be here while you do are sceewing , and she’s pretty Piet be nice to here” she waves and smiles at you”
“by wanda” he ways facing you with blushing cheeks
he walks over to you placing his large hands over your hips and kissing down your neck
“piet please”
“please what use your words sweetheart”
“t ..touch me pietro please”
“thats it princessa say my name”
fuck you thought he hadn’t even touched you yet and you where almost a wet mess
lifting his hands to the hem of your dress and taking it of
thank fuck i wore my nice black set
“oh princessa you look gorgeous”
throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you too his bedroom his strong muscles and broad shoulders made you feel safe 
laying you on the bed he hovers over you stopping close to your lips
“let me make you feel good”
he kisses and sucks on your neck you’ll have marks there tomorrow slowly trailing down your neck
“lets take this of shall we”
“hold silver streak you still have your shirt on”
lifting of your back and grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it of your hand travels up hos toned abs and gabs the back if his neck pulling him in for a deep kiss
unclasping your bra he trails down the middle of them kissing down your stomach
“fuck” you breath out
his hand trails up your leg and reaches your pants his fingers diving in your pants
“oh gorgeous your all ready wet for me”
“please pietro do something”
he takes your pants of and starts to place gentle kisses on your thigh inching closer to your pussy he gently licks your folds
“more pietro please”
his tounge was heaven, you swear you saw stars when he moaned it sent small vibrations to your clit making you moan louder
“come on gorgeous let out those moans for me be a good girl” his broken english accent made everything sound better.
“oh pietro I need you inside me”
“your wish is my command princesa” coming up to your lips and giving you a passionate kiss
he enters you slowly and you feel yourself adjust to him, he lets out a slow moan “You feel so good”
he starts moving faster but not you roughly
please pietro cum inside me” he looks at you concerned as to say “is this the alcohol talking” “it’s okay i’m on the pill”
“Only of you cum for me first Y/N” he’s still thrusting into you this time a little harder , grabbing your cheeks he wants you to look him in the eyes while you do so and you do so,
“you.. feel so so gooddd” while saying this you feel his cum dripping out of you as he pulls out giving him a passionate after sex kiss you look at the time and the moment is ruined
“Fuck I have to be up in 5 hours fuck , shit Piet I have to go I’ll leave you my number
he cuts you of
“where do you have to be”
“some people are having a job interview and I’m interviewing them tonight was amazing let’s go for dinner tomorrow yeh later on the night” kissing him on the cheek
“see you tomorrow” with sadness in his eyes you’re outside calling steve
before you know it he’s out side
“Have I ever told you how much I love you Stevie” kissing him on the cheek
“yes all the time but I love hearing it, so how was the lucky guy”
“that’s a story for tomorrow”
“No no tell me now”
slamming the door to the car your back at the compound “can’t hear you steve I’m already inside”
Thor giving you a wink, you smile and saying goodnight to him and Steve again mouthing thank you to Steve he smiles back and walks to his room, Thor falling back to sleep on the sofa while watching modern family, his had his own big room and bed but he always has said he find the couch more comfortable.
Walking to your room
You close the door having a short was and getting your Pyjamas on you receive a text
Goodnight princessa sleep well x
You to Piet <3
Alarm going off at 7:25 you get ready you train with Steve for an hour after washing doing your hair and getting ready for the two new superhero’s to come.
Wearing a navy blue suit with the top 3 buttons undone you’re practising the presentation 9:45 comes around way to quick.
“Y/L/N they’re here Tony shouts everyone in the office”
turning round you lock eyes with the Ocean eyes Pietro you fucked last night
you both let out the fakest cough nat looking at you with wide eyes and mouths
“Good on you with a wink know one else saw apart from Tony who goes”
“Wednesday Adams everything okay you’re looking a bit flushed”
snapping you back in to reality you hear the other red head say.
“I’m Wanda and this is Pietro”
“Y/N so pleased to meet you” shaking Wandas hand and making what felt like the longest eye contact ever with Piet (thinking about how he looked on top of you last night) Steve nudges you and your back in the land of the living
“Sliver boy and Y/N/N do you to know each other”
“No”
“Yes”
You eye each other , him smirking at you and Steve almost laughing at you for going a little bit warm I n the cheeks
“We sort of do”
“How do you mean sort of” Tony says eyeing up both of you ,both staying quiet.
Nat buts in and says
“That’s a story for later let’s get on with the meeting”
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small fic inspired by
Paris by lana del rey
youtube
but with who
Andy Barber
Ransom drysdale
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Redeeming Myself
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pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader
summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him.
word count: 6.3k
warnings: age gap (reader is 29, chris is 40), angst, reminiscing on past actions, fluff, talks with therapist, chris makes up for bad behavior, slight alcohol consumption, smut, happy endings, rpf !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!
notes: the final installment of Pining for Professor. it was only supposed to be a one shot, but i got inspired and expanded it. it took a while cause writers block, but it’s here. for anyone who has read the series, thank you and hope you enjoy ! 💓🥰
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For a month and a half following that afternoon, Chris began to go above and beyond to mend his mistakes in an effort to regain your trust.
He knew that he shouldn’t have been forgiven for the hurtful words he hurled at you, the voice he raised, and his cold demeanor through it all. But you forgave him nonetheless, which he was eternally grateful for.
Chris suspected that his venom-laced words still took a toll on your overall being. He sensed it in the way your usual humming was kept to a minimum, as did your soft caresses to his body. The fun facts that you would randomly blurt out had basically become nonexistent.
You hadn’t tried initiating sex with Chris due to still being affected by his actions, which was understandable to the brunette.
He could tell you were being cautious around him, which broke his heart more than he could’ve imagined.
The two of you never really talked in depth about what happened, deciding to push it under the rug and move past it. But ignoring the elephant in the room could only last for so long.
That morning was no different. He had spent the night at your place and decided to wake up and make you breakfast in an effort to mend the faltering relationship.
You woke up to an empty bed, something that you were used to since Chris had always been an early riser. Getting your morning routine out the way, you made your descent downstairs with the smell of pesto guiding you down the steps.
Walking into the kitchen, you saw the sight of your topless boyfriend, donning only a pair of boxers and an apron. You watched as he studiously focused on the skillet in front of him. His intense focus and the sounds of eggs frying in the pan made him oblivious to your arrival.
It wasn’t until you made your way towards the fridge next to him, that he registered your presence. “Morning princess, you sleep well.”
“Yeah, I slept fine,” your voice still a bit gravely from your slumber. You poured yourself a glass of orange juice, ignoring the intense gaze from Chris in your peripheral vision.
He was so used to having you touch him in the mornings. Not so much in a sexual way, but more intimately. The way your lips would ghost against his shoulder blade, your palms would hold his sides and pull him against you so that way you could bask in his warmth. Your arms would wrap around his front until your fingers absentmindedly toyed with his lower abdomen, playing with the wisps of hair on his happy trail.
He missed when you would move your lips until they met the space behind his ears, giving light open mouth kisses. The sound of you whispering ‘Morning daddy’ would leave him awestruck. Even though the words were a regular occurrence for him to hear, it was the way you would say it in your morning voice that made it ten times more special.
Though those actions might seem minuscule to others, they meant the world to him and it was killing him that he hadn’t been able to experience such tender moments with you in a while.
“I’m making breakfast- pesto eggs and some bacon for you. It’ll be done in a minute.”
You nodded along before heading to the table, phone in hand while catching up on your morning news.
It didn’t take long before a steaming plate was placed in front of you, the scent of garlic and basil already making you salivate.
Chris sat besides you and watched as you dug a fork into your meal, a smile reaching his face as he heard your content moans.
The two of you ate in silence, only the sound of soft chewing and utensils hitting your respective plates could be heard.
Every so often, you would feel Chris peek at you, hoping for you to start up a conversation with him like you always did. It’s not like you didn’t want to, it was just that you were still hurting due to his words. You know from a psychological standpoint that there was something going on inside of him that caused him to lash out, which you understood. But it didn’t aid in diminishing your apprehensiveness towards opening up to him, afraid that another fight would break out and hurtful words would again be hurled.
He could sense the internal struggle battling within you so he spoke up, breaking you out from your subconscious.
“I know I’ve been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks, but I want you to know how sorry I am,” Chris sympathetically stated, “You didn’t deserve what I put you through, the things I said. I just hope that we're able to someday go back to how we were.”
You sat there staring at the man in front of you. Was there a way that the two of you can revert to what once was? Could you actually forgive him?
Not knowing how to properly respond, you simply nodded. A tight lipped smile was evidence that Chris had a lot of making up to do.
Finishing up breakfast, you excused yourself to your office to go and work on your dissertation, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.
He knew that he needed to do something big to make up for his actions. He also knew that he needed to figure out why he lashed out on you.
Taking out his phone, he clicked on a saved contact and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear.
“Morning, I’d like to make an appointment as soon as possible. It’s an emergency.”
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Chris sat on the plush maroon couch, his eyes getting reacquainted with the familiar setting. The office had a few knick knacks littered around the space. A potted plant here and there. Motivational, yet cheesy posters on the wall. An assortment of magazines on the coffee table.
He hadn’t been here in a while, his usual talks were about his anxiety and dealing with fame. But for this appointment it was about you- specifically how he treated you.
The new topic was foreign to him, resulting in the brunette not knowing how to address it. So he silently sat there as his therapist, Dr. Reynolds, held her pen in her hand and studied his behavior.
“So,” she cautiously started, “What brings you in today?”
Chris sat there twiddling his fingers at her question. There could’ve been a few reasons that brought him in, but the main one was why he said the things he hurled at you.
He proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes recapping the events that had transpired, making sure to not spare any detail. After his spiel, Dr. Reynolds skimmed through her notes that she jotted down during his explanation.
Looking up from her notebook, she locked eyes with the brunette. “Do you think that some of your actions correlate with self-sabotaging behaviors? How, when you opened yourself up to her so suddenly it made you feel scared? Scared that you might need to face those fears that are plaguing you.”
Chris sat there incredulously, “Well- I mean no. I don’t think so.”
The pair talked for over an hour, going over the usual allotted time as they broke down why Chris had acted a certain way.
He realized the anger he felt was a coping mechanism to avoid feeling what he truly felt: fear. Mainly his fear of commitment. Part of him was scared that any future marriage would end up like his parents, in divorce. He feared that you would stop loving him. He feared that he would stop loving you.
And that fear was ultimately pushing you away from him. Which uncovered the biggest fear of all, losing you.
Dr. Reynolds eventually received a knock on her door, indicating a waiting patient, causing their therapy session to be cut and saved for another day.
“Thanks doc, I think I know what I need to do now.”
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After some much needed self-reflection made in the meeting with his therapist, Chris knew what he had to do. Leaving the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed his publicist, Megyn.
A few rings later, he went into detail to the blonde about his plan. Not caring about what the press might say, or how his fans might react, he needed to get it done.
She wasn’t too keen on dealing with the impending press that would come from it, but she was happy that he was able to find someone that he truly loved.
He went back to your place that evening with a refreshed mind. The rest of the day went by as usual, you both did your own respective things, the tension still heavy in the air.
As you both started on your own night routine, his main focus was on you. He didn’t even know he stopped brushing and was staring until you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.
“Earth to Chris, everything alright?” your tone was light and airy, hinted with a bit of joy.
Chris looked at the slight smile on your face and was reminded all over again as to why he fell for you. That smile was something that was so ingrained in his mind that not even old age could make him forget it. It warmed his entire being whenever he was sad and it made him realize he could never take it off your face for the rest of his days.
“Yeah princess,” he whispered, still lost in you, “I’m alright.”
You nodded along to him, though your eyes squinted a bit due to being curious of his change in demeanor. Before he was overly cautious around you, now it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
Before you could set your toothbrush down and set out for bed, he stopped you with a hand on your elbow, pulling you into him. Not caring that there were still dribbles of toothpaste in his mouth, he leant down and attached his lips to yours.
The kiss was soft, he was desperate to feel your softness against him though wasn’t trying to rush the act in any way. Moving his hand up, he held onto your cheek in an effort to pull you even closer than you already are.
The smell of your lavender night cream instantly calmed him, making him feel safe in your embrace and absentmindedly smiling into the kiss.
Chris finally pulled away, only slightly, to look down on you with a dopey grin. “God I’m in love with you.”
For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile reached your face to match the man across from you.
“I love you too love bug,” you sighed against his lips, “You probably should’ve rinsed your mouth though, I can taste your toothpaste.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry, just got caught up in the moment.”
Chris kept you secured in his arms as he continued to stare down at you. There was something different about him, specifically the way his gaze was directed at you. Though you were not complaining.
“How about we bring back date night? I can cook and we can finally sit and talk to one another like we used to.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pleas. It had been a while since you two sat down and basked in each other’s presence. The thought had you hopeful that things could go back to normal.
“I would love that,” you began, “How about Friday? I have a test for a few of my classes this week so we can do it once I’m all free.”
Chris smiled down at you with eyes evident of his admiration for you, “Friday is perfect.”
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The rest of the week went on rather differently than previous ones. Your touches came back to his body, fingertips grazing alongside him whenever he was close. Chris would regularly kiss your cheek or top of your shoulder anytime he had the chance.
You did take notice of him on his phone a lot, part of it filled you with uneasiness but the rational part of your brain told you it wasn’t something to ponder too much over, so you let it go.
Chris had been spending the entire week making sure that his plan was rolling smoothly. He had the entire date night planned to a T. He informed his family about it, who were ecstatic for him, making his own mother tear up due to how happy she was. He made sure to have everything ready at the house so that everything would be successful.
The day of the planned affair, you were stuck in your home office grading the last set of tests before being able to officially clock out for the evening. Inputting the grades into Blackboard, you were brought out of focus due to the sounds of buzzing from your phone. Picking up the device, you unlocked it and saw the incoming text from your boyfriend.
Chris: Baby, I know you’re still probably finishing up, but dinner will be ready at my place at around 7. I put something on your bed for you to wear. See you soon!
The endearing message made you smile and also feel a bit elated. You missed the intimate moments shared between you and Chris. The loving looks sent your way, the delicious food and engaging conversations. But most importantly, you missed the sex. Before, the two of you were like jackrabbits, the longest you both went without getting hot and heavy was about 2 days. Now going on over two months, you were becoming insatiable.
Quickly inputting the final test scores in your online grade book, you got ready for your night in with Chris. Heading up the stairs, you walked into your room to be hit with a bit of nostalgia. Laying on the bed was the same black dress that you wore on your first date with him.
With the amount of dresses you had in your wardrobe, it was a shock that he was able to find the specific one you wore that night. The sentiment warmed your heart and filled you with hope.
Rushing to get ready, you went and got dressed, making sure that you appeared your best before heading out.
It was only a quick drive to his home, before you were sat in his driveway.
Your mind was plagued with worry. You feared that if this night didn’t go well, then it would ultimately mean the end of your relationship with the man. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your nerves before exiting the vehicle and made the trek towards his front door.
Using the house key you still had attached to your own ring set, you unlocked the door and walked in though you didn’t get far when the sight before you made you stop and gasp.
Starting from the front door laid a trail of rose petals leading you through the house. The thoughtful effort made tears begin to form in your eyes and your breath unsteady.
Following the trail, the same smells of vegetables sautéing brought you back to that time over a year ago.
Once you made it inside the kitchen, you saw Chris with an apron adorning his massive frame on top of his suit. Once he took notice of your arrival he turned around and smiled at you. “There you are sweetheart. I was waiting for you to show.”
He turned down the fire before gliding towards you, about to reach down and kiss you when you beat him to it.
Grabbing a hold of either side of his face, you slammed your lips to his; the action surprising you both. You delivered him repeated pecks which caused the brunette to laugh between every one of your kisses.
Getting enough of your intimate fill, you pulled away from him and looked up. “What’s the special occasion? I mean I know it’s date night, but still.”
Chris brought his hands down to rest on the dip of your back before pulling you in closer to him. The action caused your neck to crane up to look directly into his eyes.
“I wanted to make things right with my best girl.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at the slight Captain America reference before delivering another kiss, “Thank you, I love it.”
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The meal went according to plan, the two of you enjoying the same shrimp scampi dish he made on your first date together.
You were sipping on your glass of wine when you heard Chris speak up.
“Though I’ve said it more times than either of us can count, I need you to know how regretful I am of how I acted.”
You sighed at his words, “Chris, I said it’s-”
“No, it’s not okay (Y/N),” he interrupted you, “It wasn’t okay for me to lash out at you. It wasn’t okay for me to hurt your feelings.”
“Tonight, I tried to recreate our first date together to show you just how much you mean to me.”
Chris had rehearsed what he was planning on saying for the past few days, but here now in this moment he couldn’t remember a single prepared line. So he just decided to follow his heart.
“(Y/N). The day I met you, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but fate brought us together- well I guess I should say Ma did with her insisting.”
His words caused you to chuckle, “I can see where you got your determination. She really didn’t quit until she finally got us in the same room.”
The memory of Lisa bringing you two together that afternoon warmed both of your hearts.
“That day we met was the day I knew that there was no one else in the world that would matter to me as much as you would. Every single day that I get the pleasure of seeing that look on your face will forever make me the luckiest man on the Earth. So when I hurled those words at you and took that smile away, it made me feel horrendous.”
You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt the warmth of your tears sliding down your cheeks.
Chris reached across the table and curled his fingers around your hand, slightly stroking the back of it with his thumb.
“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend that I could be. I realized that my own fears of commitment caused me to take out my frustrations out on you, and absentmindedly pushed you away. But I realized that pushing you away was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”
He felt his heart rate race and his organ beat heavily in his chest, his anxiety slowly rising.
“You are the greatest thing to happen to me. You make the worst days seem minuscule whenever you’re around. I love the way you’re able to always help push me through any obstacle I face, no matter how big or small it may be. The way you easily get along with my crazy family. And I love how you make me feel like I am floating on cloud nine anytime I kiss you.”
Chris felt his hands begin to sweat. One of his hands clasped onto yours, while the other held onto the small box in his left pocket of his slacks.
“A few days ago I had a session with my therapist about you. And during it I realized how much I care about you, and how losing you, even though it was brief, was the worst thing I had ever experienced.”
Slowly standing up on shaky legs, he brought you up with him.
“I had to secretly figure out the right size while you were sleeping the other night,” he began to joke, “You don’t know how hard it was to get the measurement done considering how light of a sleeper you are.”
You felt your heart pound in your chest. You suspected that something was different about his behavior and this evening, and your suspicions were slowly coming to light.
“I can’t ever experience the feeling of not having you by my side again. Waking up to a cold bed and not seeing the way your nose would sometimes crunch up while you're deep in a dream is something I never want to go through again.”
Chris reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a cherry red box. The sight of the gold inscription labeling 'Cartier' made your breath catch in your throat and tears fall freely down your face.
The height difference was changed when he steadily dropped down on his left knee, his tear filled blue eyes looking up at you.
“(Y/N), you make me the happiest man in the world. And I know it’s a stereotypical line for me to say, but it’s true. I love how you’re able to bring the best out of me and everyone around you. I love how you love everyone unconditionally. God, I love how fucking breathtaking you are. I am in love with everything about you.”
Letting go of your hand, he held the box in his grasp before cracking it open. The action caused your hands to cover your mouth and you to bend at the knees. With the aid of the lights around the room, it unveiled to you a marquise cut diamond. One either side were two stones. On the left was a pearl, indicating his June birthstone. The other side showed your gemstone, the rocks pairing perfectly with one another.
“So,” Chris began with a shaky breath, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and make me the luckiest person in the world. Will you marry me?”
Your body shook with sobs as you nodded along to his question.
“Wait, are you saying yes?” Chris asked, excitement evident in his tone. “I don’t know if that’s you nodding yes or no.”
Removing your hands from your face you grasped on to your now fiancé’s, “Yes, I would love to marry you.”
Chris didn’t even get the chance to put the ring on you before raising up and slamming his lips against yours. Both of you tasting the salty tears that expelled from the other.
It was his turn to lay a continuous stream of kisses to your lips. Soft chants of ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth between every one.
Pulling away, he retrieved the ring from its box as you held up your left hand. You watched as he slid the band down your finger until it situated perfectly against the base. A content sigh left the both of you.
Chris brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and then your ring finger before locking eyes with you.
You two stayed like that for a while, your gaze flicking back and forth between each other’s lips until finally you two connected them.
This time, the embrace was intimate, more passion filled. Your hands folded against the nape of his neck, the coolness of the gold band making him smile with contentment.
With his hands holding onto your hips, he guided you back until you were met with resistance from the wall behind you; the sudden force causing you to lightly grunt into his mouth.
Lowering his hands until his palms rested on the back of your thighs, he tapped on your skin, an unspoken request for you to jump. While securing your hold on his neck, you jumped up and rested in his palms. With you in his hands, Chris began to walk the two of you towards his bedroom. Since Dodger was staying at his mom's house, he didn’t bother closing the door, not worrying about any sudden intrusion.
Your mouth was still attached to Chris when he laid you down, you head against the soft pillow on the plush bed. His frame towering over you as he shook off the suit jacket from his body, kicked off his shoes and toed his socks away.
“I love you so much (Y/N),” he swooned through kisses.
“I love you too Chris.”
Untying the front of your wrap dress, the silk material fell to the sides of your body, revealing your figure which was only covered by a thin, lace pair of underwear. The sight of your half naked self made him growl down at you in desire.
Removing his lips from yours, he descended down your body, leaving kisses in his wake.
“You’re all mine.”
His lips kissed around your taut nipple, his tongue poking out to flick at your pert bud.
“Forever and always.”
You felt him leaving traces of wetness from open-mouth kisses on your abdomen.
“The love of my life.”
His fingers dug into the sides of your thong before dragging it down your legs.
“My beautiful fiancé.”
You breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath fan across your exposed cunt. The hot air was a stark contrast to the cool slick of your dripping wetness.
“The future Mrs. Evans.”
And with that, Chris flattened out his tongue before running a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up your wetness until he curled it around your clit. “Oh fuck, Chris.”
How exhausting the sexual hiatus that you experienced with the brunette was evident due to how you were squirming on the bed. Your hands spread throughout the sheets, gripping and tugging in an effort to gain some form of steadiness. Over two months without having him on you had you mewling into the air. “Please baby, don’t stop.”
With his tongue occupied, Chris continued to devour you. His tongue alternated between long drags and quick flicks between your folds. You felt the tip of his tongue prod at your opening in a desperate attempt to taste more of you- to feel more of you.
Removing his mouth, he heard you begin to groan in disappointment before it turned into a moan when he spat on your cunt then suctioned his lips around your clit. With one hand holding your stomach down, he used the other to enter your soaking hole with his index and middle fingers.
Chris was gentle with his digits inside of you, dragging his pads alongside your ways, stroking your contracting walls and feeling every ridge. Once he was knuckle deep, he scissored your cunt, basking in the sounds of your squelching around his fingers paired with your content moans of relief.
He replaced his mouth with his thumb, using the limb to draw slow, tortuous circles on your mound as he watched you fall into the deep recesses of ecstasy.
He observed your neck stretch back, exposing a slightly bulging vein running up the expanse. The way your lips quivered as your moans flew freely out. Your legs began to shake when he hit the spot he was all too familiar with deep in your core.
“Look at me,” Chris demanded, his Boston accent evident in his request, “Need’a watch my pretty girl cum all over my fingers.”
The eye contact with the brunette was intense, more fierce than ever experienced before, but you reveled in every second of it. You noticed how his pupils had become blown out, only showing a small ring of blue surrounding the black.
You tried to keep the gaze locked until you felt your orgasm come full force through your body like a tidal wave. “Christopher!”
Upon hearing your screech of desire and feeling your essence begin to soak his digits, he replaced his thumb back with his mouth, longing to taste every single drop of your sweetness. His fingers continued to pump inside of you, prolonging your release and causing more of your juices to flow into and around his mouth.
Chris finally removed his fingers to drink more of you until you attempted to feebly push his head away, the orgasm causing you to lose most of your strength.
“Sorry princess, you know Daddy just can't get enough of you,” Chris moaned as he licked your essence off his lips.
He rose up your lower half and hovered over you staring down at your exhausted self. You mustered the power to raise your arms and grasp his face in your hands before bringing him down to connect lips once more.
The kisses were lecherous, the both of you yearning to taste every single part of the other. Your tongue was firm against his as he massaged yours while you swallowed each other's moans.
Your body felt on fire with the way his large hands were massaging and caressing every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers digging into your softness and pulling you flush against his frame.
Taking your hands away from his face, you began to unbutton his dress shirt, peeling away the material until it unveiled his tattooed chest. Your fingers tracing the large design on his chest before making its way down to his belt, unbuckling it in the process.
Dragging the leather through the loops and away from his body, you unzipped his trousers before reaching in to palm his obvious erection. The action made the man above you keen against your tongue. “I wanna taste you Chris.”
With your thighs around his hips, you nudged him until your positions were switched. His head against the same pillow, he watched as you tugged down the material on his lower half, leaving the two of you completely bare for one another.
You laid down on your stomach between his legs before grabbing hold onto the base of his cock, drawing a hiss from Chris.
His head craned back at the feel of your wet mouth tonguing his length, the wet muscle licking a stripe from the base to his tip. “Ohh- that's it baby.”
You collected your spit before it dripped from your mouth and on his head, the liquid cascading down the massive length. Using it for your advantage, you began to stroke him while attaching your lips around his tip. Your tongue flicked his slit while drinking up his precum.
“God, I love you so much (Y/N).”
Removing one of your hands, you began to swallow his length, stroking off what you couldn’t take down. His moans and groans only stir you on as you bask in the feel of him throbbing in your mouth. With your free hand, you began to palm at his balls; the action making him grip the sheets as well as tenderly holding the side of your head.
His mouth was parted, showing only his tongue, as he panted out. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me.”
Chris felt his peak slowly approaching, the buildup steadily growing with every swipe of your tongue, suction from your lips and tug at his balls. Though he would’ve loved to release down your throat and watch your mouth milk his balls, he wanted- needed to feel your warmth surrounding him as he coated your walls.
He went to unlatch you from his cock and raise you towards him. “I need to feel you,” he breathed out, “I miss the feel of you around me (Y/N).”
You crawled up his body til you were straddling his hips. Reaching down, you pumped his length a few times before positioning it for entry. The second you began the descent and his head met the resistance from your cunt, you both groaned out.
Chris couldn’t wait any longer so he brought his hands to your hips and fully sank you down on him, sheathing his entire cock inside of you. The action made you lurch forward with your hands planting themselves on his chest in search of stability.
“Oh that’s it princess,” professed Chris, “Missed this tight fucking cunt choking my cock. Missed you so goddamn much.”
With the help of his hands on your hips, you began to slowly work yourself on his dick. Every rise and fall of your hips made you experience the delectable feel of his veined shaft drag against your channel.
“Oh Christopher,” you cooed as you felt him throb inside of you.
“That’s it princess, I’m right here.”
You brought your hands from off of him and covered his large ones. Removing them from your body, you intertwined digits. The new position of your hands allowed the newly added engagement ring to gleam under the light.
If he had a camera, he would’ve wanted to capture the beauty of you in that moment. Every buck of your hips caused your breasts to bounce, the action enticing him even more than already. The sweat that began to form on your body caused your body to shine from the bedroom lights, making your body appear as if it were glowing.
He wanted to frame the glorious sight of you, but he decided to settle with the fact of knowing he would be able to recreate this exact moment for the rest of his life. Recreate with you as husband and wife.
He rose up from the mattress and maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist before sitting on his haunches. The new position of your naked chest pressed up against his own while he fucked you on his cock was a sort of intimacy that couldn’t be explained.
The closeness of your faces allowed you to feel each other’s breaths warm your features. You could see pupils being blown, feel the sweat dripping off one another, and hear every single sound that escaped the other's mouth.
Attaching his lips to yours, Chris moaned into your mouth. “That’s it baby, cream all around my cock. Milk me til I fill you up with my cum.”
The heels of your feet dug into his lower back and your fingertips gripped onto his neck, leaving scratches in its wake.
You knew for certain that you would have bruises on your waist with the way he had latched onto you, raising you up and down his length.
With every thrust, your sweaty skin slapped together as his balls spanked up against your ass.
“Ahh baby, I- fuck Chris I’m almost there.”
“I know (Y/N), I’m right behind you.”
A few more harsh thrusts as his tip slammed against your g-spot and you were suddenly slammed into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The tightness of your contracting walls caused Chris to achieve his own release. The shouting sounds of you two reaching your respective peaks echoed throughout the room.
Warmth flooded your body and your cunt as you felt Chris’s cock shoot ribbons of his seed deep into you. He continued to drag you along his length, hoping to prolong the glorious feeling of your pussy throbbing around him.
After the sensation of your peak began to wane, he fell back against the mattress, bringing you down with him.
The two of you laid there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth radiating off the other.
Chris strokes your back, long traces of his thumb running along your spine as you both regain your breath.
“I’m in love with you (Y/N). So goddamn much.”
Still a little too spent, you nodded while your hands toyed around with his chest.
While you two sat there, a realization popped into the brunette's head, making him begin to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”
You watched his ass jiggle with every step out of the room, the sight making you chuckle. When he returned, he held his phone in his hand.
“Seriously Christopher, you wanna make a sex tape right now?”
A boisterous laughter left him at your assumption, “No sweetheart, not that.”
Chris sat back next to you on the bed as he scrolled through his phone gallery. After a few flicks on his thumb, he finally found the photo that you two took on your first date. You were as beautiful as ever, smiling at the camera as he looked in awe at you.
You watched as he loaded up Instagram and clicked on the plus sign to create a new post. “Chris, what are you doing?”
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”
Choosing the desired photo, he went to begin typing out his caption that would unveil you to the world.
chrisevans: A little over a year ago this photo was taken on our first date. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I eagerly asked you to be mine. (Y/N) you make me the happiest man that I could be. I know this past year and a half has been a tough one, especially with everyone in the world claiming that they were dating me while I kept you in the shadows, but enough is enough. There’s no one else that I would rather be with. There’s no one in this entire world that holds a candle to you. To your beauty, your kindness, your everything. You are the love of my life. As of tonight, my fiancé. And soon to be my wife. I love you more than words can describe princess. (Y/@/N)
Chris finished typing out his message before looking down at you, silently asking for approval. He watched as your index finger raised up and clicked on the share button, indicating the end of your secrecy.
A dopey smile made his face before he looked at you, phone in hand, “Now, about that sex tape.”
You laughed at his joke as he made his way to kiss you once more. The embrace was full of contentment due to knowing that things were back to normal with a growing relationship full of unwavering love, reinstated trust, and pure happiness.
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A/N: and that's a wrap folks. thank you to everyone who read this series.
also i would like to say that this is in no way an indication of chris evans personality or character. this is just fiction.
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hansoloswhore · 2 years
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𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 - 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲
-> you're used to freedom. but now you have to live with a bodyguard and have him follow you everywhere. well, at least he's pretty nice to look at, right?
pairing | bodyguard! ransom x reader
a/n | no ransom in this little prologue yet, it's just a little intro/starter to this series before I start getting a little deeper.
warnings | bucky and steve are good bros (and they're man-whores) . protective family (not in a bad way)
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You clicked your tongue, unwilling to accept papa's decision even though it was supposed to be for your own safety. You'd agree to anything, and you'd trust him with everything.
Literally anything but hiring a bodyguard.
There's just something about it that makes you feel vulnerable. And it'll only make people think that you're just a stuck-up spoiled, rich kid who uses Daddy's money and can't even take care of herself.
As if you don't already face enough of that negativity.
"Papa-"
The old man was quick to stop your train of thoughts, knowing his daughter well enough to know what's going on in your mind.
"I need to know that you're always safe, little one." Papa leans back against his office chair, a soft smile forming on his face. One that's reserved for the people he cares about the most. "Let your old man have a peace of mind, will you?"
You've always had a hard time saying no to him. Or anyone in the family. Even if you said no to papa, it'll only take some time before mama or one of your brothers came knocking on your door to convince you otherwise.
"Will Buck and Stevie get guards too?" You knew the answer to the question, but it still didn't hurt to ask.
Papa chuckles, pushing his chair back and standing up. "You know my answer, sweetheart. I'm more protective when it comes to you." He walks over to you and rests a hand on your shoulder. "Steve and James are more than capable of defending themselves."
Before you could even open your mouth to speak, papa only shakes his head and holds a hand up to stop you.
"Even your mother wanted you to have a bodyguard. It was either this, or you move in with your brothers." He arches a brow, as if daring you to go against him.
You visibly shivered at the thought of moving in with Bucky and Steve. The memories of slutty moans and your brothers' obviously pleasure-filled grunts are way too traumatising. It was torture and you never want to live through that again.
It's a fight you'll lose if you even considered fighting. It's four to one, and you're on the losing side.
"This won't be permanent, right?" You mutter out as you and papa walked out of his study to head downstairs for breakfast.
"Just till the situation gets better, little one."
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You mentally thanked your brothers in your head. If you were going to spend 24/7 with a bodyguard that you reluctantly agreed to hire, you'd appreciate if he at least looks good in a suit and tie. Bucky and Steve interviewed the potential candidates and somehow, they picked someone who looks almost too good in the uniform.
He's extremely handsome, and muscular. But he seems a little too uptight. And you know that there's gonna be lots of problems trying to bend the rules and get away from him.
"Hugh Drysdale, Miss. You can call me Ransom." He offers you his hand.
The grim look on his face makes you wonder why he's even here in the first place. There's a shit ton of jobs out there and he really decided to risk his life for a big company's heir. And he doesn't even look like he wants to be here in the first place.
"Where did Ransom come from?"
"It's my middle name, Miss."
You nod, taking his offered hand and shook it. "Y/n Barnes. And drop the formalities, please. We're gonna live together after all."
"I'd rather keep things professional, Miss."
You almost winced at the title. God, it makes you sound so stuck-up.
You flash him a kind smile. "Very well, Hugh."
Ransom almost grimaced at the name. He knows right then and there that it'll be tough working with you. His job isn't even that tough. Just keep you safe and follow you around.
At least the pay was good.
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hansoloswhore · 2 years
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Realizations
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A Retrospective Series
Series Summary: A look back at our favorite asshole OTP and their relationship for the past year. Featuring all the times they thought about taking things just a little further before each of the big steps.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, fluff, maybe some minor angst, these two being stupidly soft, all the feelings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
Parts:
More than a Fling
Going Steady
The L Word
Roomies?
The Question
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hansoloswhore · 2 years
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I’ve Got Something to Ask
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale, fem!Reader (OTP)
Words: ~3.2k
Summary: it’s Harlan’s birthday, and Ransom is forced to confront some thing she’s been considering.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, implied f receiving oral sex, semi public sex, family knowing exactly what the two of you are doing no matter what your excuses), established relationship, mentions of past angst, Linda maybe not being so horrible? So much fluff, something that may have you all screaming at me, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: I know Harlan’s birthday isn’t technically until tomorrow but I finished this early and wanted to post it ASAP. I hope y’all are ready to get as stupid excited as I am!!
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“C’mon, just tell me what you got him.” You tried to lean over the console and nibble on his neck as he turned into the drive to Harlan’s estate. “What if we accidentally got the same thing? How embarrassing would that be?”
“We didn’t get the same thing, quit it!” Ransom shoved you off with a warm grin when you managed to suck on his ear, ignoring your pout as he tried his best to focus on the sharp turns through the trees. “Do not make me crash while we’ve got the furry idiots back there. So fucking nosy. I am not looking forward to Christmas if this is how you get over a present that’s not even for you.”
“Why? What did you get me for Christmas?” You beamed at his low chuckle as he finally pulled up to the house, shoving the dog into the back seat when he started jumping around exuberantly once he realized where you were.
“A latex bodysuit.” He pecked you on the lips when you cackled, climbing out of the car and moving to let the dog out while you got the gifts out of the trunk. “C’mon bud.”
Fionn took off as soon as he saw the shepherds, the three dogs prancing around each other happily then running off to do whatever dogs do. You grabbed the cat in her carrier after Ransom took the gifts from you, letting him wind an arm around your waist and press his lips to your hair.
Fran greeted you with a warm smile and accepted your hug graciously, cooing over the kitten and barely acknowledging Ransom as she took your coats. You followed after her when she showed you the room she had set up for your little fur ball, assuring you that the dogs wouldn’t be able to get in and bother her even after you told her Niamh could definitely handle herself. She was screaming at you until you finally let her out of her carrier, shooting you a dirty look before shoving her face in the food Fran had set out for her while the housekeeper giggled.
“I know Harlan is very excited to meet this little lady.” Fran grinned when she stood back up, her smile only faltering a little when she turned to look at Ransom leaning against the door. “Said he couldn’t believe his asshole grandson willingly brought home an animal.”
“Christ, I don’t need to listen to this.” Ransom rolled his eyes and shrugged uncomfortably as he turned away from the two of you, clicking his teeth together and fighting the urge to smile a little when he heard your soft laugh. “I’m gonna get a drink.”
“Uh-huh.” You just winked at Fran as you followed after him slowly.
He had already poured you a gin and tonic by the time you joined him at the bar, his body leaning towards yours on instinct when you brushed your lips over his shoulder. You beamed at him when he pulled you close and sighed happily, but it froze when you spotted his mother giving you a cold stare.
The two of you hadn’t really seen her since the fiasco at the marina, in spite of Harlan’s attempts to smooth everything over. You appreciated that he just wanted his family to get along and be happy, and he didn’t push you too hard, just mentioned how he had talked to Linda and wanted to make sure both of you were alright. But after seeing Ransom so broken and having to spend a few days comforting while he recovered, you didn’t have the emotional energy to put up with a half assed apology. Thankfully Harlan understood, letting you know he would be happy to see the both of you whenever you were able.
“Baby, you gonna be ok?” You pressed your body to his when Linda started walking towards you, running your hand up his arm until you could run your fingers through his hair soothingly while he took a deep breath.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He smiled warmly at you as he brushed his nose over yours. How could he not be ok when you were letting him hold you so close while you looked at his mother like you were going to slap her. “No fist fights, honey, it’s Harlan’s party.”
“Fine, softie, as long as I don’t have to hear any horrible shit from her I won’t start anything.” You nuzzled at his cheek before turning to face his mother. “Linda, if you’re not about to apologize to your son you can just keep walking.”
“Ransom, I’m so sorry.” Linda was looking at you like she wanted to spit in your eye, but at least she was saying what you wanted to hear. “I’ve done a lot of thinking about things I’ve said in the past, and I know I have some things to make up for. I’m hoping we can talk sometime, after dad’s night.”
“I appreciate that, mother.” Ransom wound his fingers through yours when you grabbed his hand, turning to smell your hair when you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good, good.” Linda seemed to relax a little bit, even though she was still flicking her eyes towards you with mild discomfort when you didn’t leave. “I just want us to be a family.”
“Yeah, l know.” He shrugged a little and gripped your waist tighter, letting you know he was over the conversation unconsciously as you smoothed a hand over his chest. “I said I’d think about it.”
“Let’s go find Harlan, baby.” You pulled him away from his mother slowly, ignoring her indignant huff as you focused on him and his breathing. “Talk to you later Linda. Ran?”
“I’m fine. I’m good.” He gave you a small smile when you looked at him with concern, squeezing your hand in reassurance as you walked together towards the sitting room. “Promise, I’d tell you if I wasn’t. Let’s go wish granddad a happy birthday.”
You grinned when you walked into the room and found Harlan with your cat climbing all over his lap and screaming as he laughed giddily. Marta was sitting next to him and let out a small giggle when Niamh climbed onto his shoulder, the two of them looking so cute and happy it was making your cheeks hurt.
“Hi Harlan, see you’ve met the kitten.” As soon as she saw you she was flying off Harlan and yelling at you until Ransom scooped her up. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you my dear, it’s so wonderful to see you.” Harlan stood and came to give you a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to your cheek before clapping Ransom on the shoulder. “I feel like I hardly got to see the two of you at the release party.”
“Right, sorry about that.” You tried not to grin too hard at the flush that was creeping up Ransom’s neck, that had been an amazing night. “Ran was feeling a little off.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. But tell me what you thought of the book, dear.” Harlan motioned for you to sit next to him, patting your hand with affection when you did as Ransom sat on your other side. “I want to know everything, I appreciate your insights so much.”
“Oh, it was so good, Harlan.” You leaned on Ransom’s chest without thought when he pulled you close, sighing softly when he rested his free hand on your hip. “That ending was even perfect, completely surprised me, but you built it up so well.”
“Thank you, darling. Ah.” Harlan turned his sample away when the rest of the family started filtering in, Walt shooting an annoyed glare at you and Ransom already settled so close to his father. “So nice to have the whole family here. Now, where are my presents?”
All of you laughed at his small joke, Fran passing out glasses of champagne as everyone started bringing their gifts forward. It was a lot of kitschy antiques, but Harlan loved it, cooing over each present and detailing where exactly he was going to place each piece in his home. You just wanted to see his reaction to yours, though, and to see what Ransom had got him, you were on the edge of your seat.
“Alright, I really hope you like this, Harlan.” You handed him your beautifully wrapped gift with a warm grin, laughing softly when he shook it.
“Well, you do always put such thought into your gifts, dear.” He removed the wrapping carefully as you watched, beaming at you once he got a good look at his present. “This is beautiful, Y/N, how did you know I was looking for one of these prints?”
“Oh I have my ways.” You let out a happy hum as Harlan started flipping through the lovely illustrations in the gilded book. “Finding a copy of these poems was a little harder than I anticipated, but I know how much you love Poe.”
“Well, thank you, dear, I will cherish this, truly.” Harlan set the book aside and pulled you in for a hug, murmuring thanks in your ear before releasing you again. “Well, I think that’s it, should we do cake?”
“Wait, Ransom still has to give you his.” You slapped Ransom’s shoulder to get him to hand it over, scowling slightly when he rolled his eyes at you.
“What?” Harlan was giving you a look of pleasant surprise when you handed him Ransom’s gift. “You’ve never gotten me a present before, Ransom.”
“Yeah, well,” he couldn’t stop his grudging smile when you settled yourself in his lap, your head leaning against his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Someone’s rubbing off on me.”
“How utterly lovely.” Harlan couldn’t help but grin even wider at how happy his grandson looked as he gazed at you, the young man ducking to kiss your cheek as you let out a pleased sigh. “My goodness, look at this!”
Harlan couldn’t stop running his hands over the soft kaya wood of the antique go board, flashing a disbelieving grin at his grandson as he inspected the stones. Everyone was looking at Ransom in various stages of shock at the thoughtful gesture, and if you hadn’t been curled up in his lap and beaming at him, he would have been massively uncomfortable.
“Well, we’re definitely breaking this out after cake.” Harlan was still giddy as he stood up and started to hug everyone, drawing Ransom in for one that was especially warm and made your chest hurt a bit. “Thank you all so much, you always make these days so special. Let’s have some cake!”
“We’ll be right there, just want to let the dogs in.” You dragged Ransom after you as you moved to the mud room, ignoring Harlan’s knowing grin and the rest of the family’s disapproving glances as you walked out with your hands still clasped together.
“The dogs?” Ransom gave a low chuckle when you let him curl around your back and nuzzle into your hair after the dogs had run past you into the house. “Your excuses are getting thin, baby.”
“Shut up.” You shoved him down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and purring when he pulled you close and brushed his lips over yours. “Why you gotta be so fucking sweet?”
“Is this about the present?” He shrugged when you nodded, humming into your mouth when you started undoing his belt. “Told you, you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Whatever, softie.” You flicked your tongue against his before starting to kiss your way down his neck, rubbing his cock through his pants as you slowly sank to your knees. “Makes me want to suck your dick.”
“Great.” His voice cracked a little when you rubbed your face against his bulge, dragging his zipper down slowly as he leaned back against the sink.
He groaned when you pulled his slacks down, tucking the waistband of his boxer briefs under his balls and pressing kisses all over his shaft as you gazed at him through your lashes. You wrapped your hand around his base as your lips brushed over tip, rubbing it all over mouth and smearing yourself with his precum as you started stroking him slowly.
As soon as your lips wrapped around his sensitive head his knees almost buckled, the soft suction and way you were swirling your tongue around him while you kept jerking him off making him roll his hips into your face. You hummed when he gripped your hair loosely, sliding him a little further in the the wet warmth of your mouth before pulling him out and spitting messily onto his tip.
“Oh, baby… fuck.” His grip tightened when you took him back in your mouth and immediately swallowed him whole, your throat squeezing the head of his cock as you brought a hand up to gently tug on his balls. “That’s so fucking good.”
He started rocking his hips into your face as you gagged and spluttered around his cock, precum and drool bubbling from the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin. You let out a soft whine when he ground into your face, gripping his thighs and laving your tongue along the underside of him while you did your best to breathe through your nose.
Ransom felt his cock starting to twitch and pulled out of your mouth, groaning at the soft, fucked out look on your face as you licked your lips while he started dragging his fist over his length. You ripped the buttons of your blouse open as you gazed at him with big eyes, kissing his tip gently as he kept jerking himself off with a low growl.
“Come on my tits, Ran.” Your voice was husky from your fucked out throat, purring when he leaned over you and cupped your cheek. “Need it.”
“I know, honey.” He hissed when he swiped his thumb over his tip, biting his lip when you squeezed his balls and rolled your body closer to him. “Gonna fucking give it to you.”
Your low hum when the first warm rope of cum hit your skin made him moan, moving his hand faster as he covered you in a haphazard spray while he grunted softly. As soon as he was finished he was yanking you to your feet and smashing his lips to yours, groaning into your mouth when you tangled your hands in his hair.
“I love you so fucking much, Ran.” You sighed when he started mouthing his way down your throat, his fingers digging into your waist as you arched your body into his.
“Love you too.” He purred when he started running his tongue over the soft slopes of your chest, cleaning his cum off you gently as you let out soft gasps that made him ache. “More than anything.”
“Mmm, my big softie.” You tilted your head back and laughed lightly when he brought his face back to yours, opening up when he tapped your cheek and moaning when he slid his tongue between your lips and let his cum slide down your throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“I know, babe.” He rubbed his nose over yours as you purred for him, your hands working to tuck him back into his pants as he dug his fingers into the small of your back. “Promise I’ll return the favor later, but I’m pretty sure Harlan’s waiting for us before he blows out the candles.”
He was right, Harlan was giving the two of you a very knowing grin when you wandered back into the dining room, the rest of the family just looking slightly disgusted when you settled into your seats. It’s not like you looked like you’d been doing anything other than fucking each other, your lips swollen and eyes wild while Ransom was rumpled and flushed as he held your seat out for you.
Neither of you cared about any of the annoyed looks the rest of the brood were shooting you as you sang happy birthday to Harlan, Ransom’s hand resting on your thigh as the both of you indulged in a little extra champagne. The cake was amazing and the champagne was good, so it was easy to ignore everyone else.
“I’m gonna check on the idiots.” You pressed your lips to the top of Ransom’s head when you stood up, grinning at his happy purr. “I’ll see you upstairs.”
“Ok babe.” He squeezed your hand before releasing it, watching you walk off with a soft smile before turning back to Harlan when his grandfather cleared his throat at him.
“Let’s try out that new board, son.” Harlan patted Ransom on the back when he stood to join him, the two of them moving to his study where Fran had moved the go board. “We’ll see if I can still kick your ass.”
“Oh, we will see.” Ransom couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face as he sat down across from his grandfather. “What are we playing for?”
“Oh, I know exactly what I want from you, sonny boy.” Harlan chortled when Ransom scoffed at him. “When I beat you, you’re going to ask me the question you said you had several weeks ago, before you started avoiding me and acting all cagey.”
“Shit, you remember that?” Ransom huffed when his grandfather nodded at him, shrugging uncomfortably at the discerning gaze the older man was giving him. “Fine, what if I win?”
“Well, what do you want?” The man’s eyes were twinkling with mischief as he set his first stone on the board.
“What do I want?” Fuck it, Ransom was feeling buzzed from all the champagne and he really should stop putting this off. “If I win, you have to get me an answer to my question tonight.”
“Interesting, so it’s not something I’ll just know?” Harlan said laced another stone, cursing when Ransom blocked his planned move.
“You might have an idea, but not a definitive answer.” Ransom tried to cage Harlan’s next move in but failed at the last second, muttering to himself as he considered things. “And this has the potential to start some family drama, which is the last thing I want, so no pulling other people in unless I say so.”
“Well, now I’m intrigued.” Harlan was so close to blocking Ransom in, the younger man distracted by whatever he was considering. “I might agree to your terms either way, depending on what your question is.”
He placed his last stone with a triumphant grin and Ransom let out a deep sigh, his black stones completely cut off by an intricate pattern of white stones laid by Harlan. Ransom chewed his lip as he stared at his grandfather, drumming his fingers on his thigh with nervous energy as he came to terms with the fact he was actually going to do this.
“Well? Spit it out.” Harlan beckoned for Ransom to speak, leaning back in his seat and trying not to look too giddy as he anticipated what his grandson was about to say. “I don’t have all night.”
“Fuck.” Ransom took a deep breath before continuing, looking his grandfather right in the eye and steeling himself for whatever was going to happen. “I want greatnana’s ring.”
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