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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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Hey sunshine! Could i get 📮DITCH THE WHOLE SCENE- send me a character and any option from my request guidelines and I'll write a baby blurb/dialogue for..

With Chris maybe where reader has a caffeine induced migraine because her tiny 5’0 body can’t take too much and because she brought a new coffee machine she’s a little too obsessed, and we’ll just say it causes a very hyper active reader with a raging headache 😭

definitely not me right now..

CATCH ME | S.R.

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warnings: bby I don't write for chris on here so I did actor!steve instead, age gap because it's me, migraines - haven't written for steve in a while, not sure this is some of my best kdsjds

Steve was sure he tucked you into bed a few minutes ago, you weren't all that pleased that he insisted on cleaning the kitchen all alone but he was always playing police when your migraines came to pay a visit. So, when he heard the clinking of the spoon against the mug as you pattered into the living room he was surprised, to say the least.

You pretended not to see him yet, eyes stuck to the bottom of your empty coffee mug as his followed your every move. Your head was still pounding, so you were very lucky that Steve preferred the house a little darker at night, but the caffeine rushing through your veins wasn't doing your busy mind any favours.

"Sweetheart," it was the sweetest sound, you determined, his soft little pet name sounding even softer when filled with so much care. You turned around to look at him, managing the purest little hum, eyes large despite your pain as your fingers drummed soundlessly over the outside of the mug. "You should be in bed," he cooed looking the perfect domestic sight while folding up the drying cloth and abandoning it next to the sink, socked feet sliding over the cold tiles to get to you.

"I can't," you breathed and offered your hand as a reason, the lovely smell of the little droplets of coffee letting him know just what was to blame for your current state. "My brain is awake," you explained further and he couldn't help a small smile, nodding lightly in understanding before placing the mug clad in his face on the display table.

"Coffee at night, huh," he began and you were prepared to be reprimanded, surrendering simply because his hands found a place to settle on your waist, squeezing lightly as he took his time to rake his eyes over you. "Thought we talked about that."

"We did," you agreed and your hands were just a little too eager as they grabbed at his arms, making him sigh lightly, not upset at all, amused more like, it was hard not to be but he was trying really hard to focus on getting you to settle down. "But it's so good Steve, there are so many different types and flavors and don't even get me started on the little espresso cups, you know they're too cute to resist."

"Baby," his reprimand was even more amused this time around, much less serious and it made you smile, and giggle even despite the strain it put on your head. "Did you drink your meds?" he knew that he put them in your hands with a glass of water before he had to pick up a call from his agent and now he realized that it gave you the perfect chance to make yourself that coffee. "Thought so, okay, let's get you back to bed."

"Steve," you began and he wanted to kiss the pout from your lips, the little steps you took away from him made it very clear that this was going to be no easy task. "I really don't want to go to sleep," you wasted no time sprinting across the living room, your own socked feet making it much easier to move around as you giggled, pausing to close your eyes for a second, willing the pain to settle long enough for you to get your way. Steve sighed, arms folding over his chest in familiar worry as he looked you over, waiting patiently for you to open your eyes again.

"What am I going to do with you, trouble?" you giggled again, softer this time as your restraint was fading but still you leaned your elbows onto the back of the couch and shrugged.

"You need to catch me, silly," and he did, after a rather short-lived chase around his apartment and many grumbled comments from you as he lead you right back to bed, making sure to steal as many kisses as possible as he tucked you in once again. He made sure to watch you swallow the pain meds before turning off the bedroom light and crawling into bed right next to you, all objection fading from your system when you sighed in satisfaction in his arms.

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meidui · 8 months

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Steve Rogers in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

#steve rogers #steverogersedit #evansedit #marveledit #marveldaily #marvelgifs #mcuedit #dailyteamcap #capedit #userelysia #this scene still makes me feel so many things 4 years later #to me he's as brave as they get but it's not because he really has no fears at all #it's because he just does it scared #one of the reasons i am so happy chris evans played steve rogers is because i feel like he really understands him and respects him #he said in his actors on actors interview that he understands what it's like to have a fictional character who's your whole world #and means a lot to you and really inspires you #and that's steve rogers for so many people 🥺#i give the russos sooo much shit (AS I VERY WELL SHOULD) for not understanding steve's character but they ate this one little thing #when they had him grit his teeth and get back up and tighten the strap on his shield and face off an entire alien army alone #the moment he picks up mjolnir is an absolute fan favourite but i think it has some competition for the best steve scene in endgame #this is a crowning moment #*

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silent-springcat · 2 months

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#chris evans #actor #marvel #steve rogers

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vizual-demon · 7 months

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CHRIS EVANS by Stevie Dance for GQ (October 2023)

#chris evans #cevansedit #marvelcastedit #dailymenedit #flawlessgentlemen #captain america #steve rogers #actor #male celeb #men #menswear #men's fashion #gq #photoshoot #my edit

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stuckyrogersbarnes · 8 months

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imagine hugging them tho 💌

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pschrdr · 5 months

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perfect chair?

#matthew lillard #stu macher #ghost #steve raglan #william afton #fnaf movie #actor #shaggy rogers #scooby doo #dilfism

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fsbc-librarian · 9 months

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Category Update!

New fics added!

Actor

Alpha Bucky

Alpha Steve

Arranged Marriage

Artist

💜💜💜💜💜

All categories have been updated with new fics

#stucky #fsbc #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fsbc library #fanfiction #fanfic #stevebucky #fic rec #library #category updates #actor #alpha Bucky #alpha steve #arranged marriage #artist

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spyder31 · 10 months

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Please, please spread the word around and help Writers/Actors!!

It is not okay to let Studios and Streamers walk over hard working people that give us the content that we watch daily!

I would like to let you know that many actors and writers are not able to take breaks so they can pay for rent for their own homes.

Just because the show does well does not mean they are paid fairly for what they do!!

Even if their part is big.

Let us not forget the artists who are also getting hit hard by AI!! So please do not use AI sites or apps as you’re only supporting them.

Going forward with this please do not hate on actors/writers/artists who “only” post about it and do nothing. THEY ARE DOING SOMETHING.

Not many of them have the money to donate or help voice the problem in public.

So if you have the time to write a comment complaining about what they’re not doing then you have the time to spread the word around and help.

Not every actor/writer/artist is a millionaire/billionaire.

SO PLEASE PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD AROUND.

I will be tagging multiple things to help spread this. (Remember a lot of things will be affected and is by this.)

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visionsofmagic · 11 months

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⋆ ― ◜week of celebs◝ ― ⋆

DAY TWO: chris evans x reader

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• summary: chris makes fun of your failed dates but when you finally find a good match as you say, events turn into something else than you plan. | wc: 2.7k | tags&warnings: misunderstanding, flirting, touching, kissing, friends to lovers, platonic, no use of y/n, fluff, angst, sadness, using of alcohol and more in the story, enjoy!

It wasn’t a secret that you had a great relationship with Chris since you knew each other from childhood and you were one of the closest people to him, supporting his decisions in life and being there even when he didn’t ask for it and like you did, Chris always stood beside your side, putting a smile on your face when you needed most and he liked to be sure that you were okay.

However, his emotional side would be gone whenever he saw a chance to tease you and laugh to your face when you become mad at him or what he said, so, when you went to his house after a failed date, again and again – nothing surprising, he sure had his own time, making jokes about it.

“C’mon sweetheart, we knew it was going to end like this yes but I certainly did not expect you to spit the water at the man’s face!” He laughed so loud that you began to punch him on the arm but it was nothing to him, especially when he built his body for the role of famous Captain fucking America. However, even when you were angry, you liked to touch him, it was making you see how close you two were, trusting that you wouldn’t hurt him in any way and he wouldn’t hurt you as well.

When he run a little, escaping from your punches, you said with an angry voice, “But he said liked to be fucked and asked me to fuck him!” You closed your eyes for a second to calm yourself down, “You should not be joking about it because it made me sad.” You sit down on the couch, looking at the black screen of the TV and seeing your pathetic self in the reflection of the screen, making you throw your head back with a loud ‘puff’ sound, “Why do those kinds of people always find me?” You questioned, angry but a little sadness started to take over you. “I don’t know. Maybe – maybe I am not suitable for a relationship.” You added.

Chris who stopped laughing and saw you being sad, sat down on the couch beside you, making you fall to the right side a little because of his weight – oh, you thought, the man is full of muscle, isn’t he? And how you would stay calm down when he was so close and so far away?

“Your relationship with me is fine doll.” He said, smiling like he was the representative of the sun on Earth. Maybe he was, you thought, he was the sun for you, it was a fact you could never say aloud.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to tease him because it was getting hot and you didn’t like it even a bit. “I meant romantically, you dumbass.”

Getting up from the couch after your phone rang, you looked at Chris who looked like he wanted to say something more but couldn’t because he knew you had to go to work. Instead of saying more, he stayed still, looking at your eyes with his blue eyes that you would like to see every day and night because they gave you a feeling of peace and love. Yes, it was another fact you couldn’t tell aloud. However, the tingles on your fingertips were going up and up and it was making you shiver. You wanted to touch him and before your mind could make an understanding of that desire of yours, your hand moved without your control, holding Chris’ chin and caressing it, giving both your and his body electricity without knowing it. You couldn’t hear Chris’ unstable heartbeats because yours were so loud that you were afraid that he could sense it too.

“Don’t worry, I will be fine.” You ensured him after seeing his eyes with sparkles on them, meaning he was worried about you. Smiling, you put a kiss on his cheek and played with his blonde hair, making it messier. Then, you straightened yourself, looked at your watch, and said goodbye to Chris and without waiting for his answer, you left the house because if you had stayed more, you would kiss him fecklessly like there would not be any tomorrow.

However, you didn’t know the effects of your touch on Chris who stayed on the couch for another fifteen minutes, fingers on the place you kissed him, dreaming about you.

“Chris!” You shouted, wondering where Chris was in the house. Looking everywhere on the first floor, you guessed he was in his room, chilling and probably playing some games, Dodger staying on his side and looking so cute.

With that idea and thanks to having a very fun night, you rushed upstairs, staying right in front of the door and knocking on it. You sure had lots of nights with Chris in whom you would even sleep in the same bed, seeing him in every situation you can – except one of course; the one you wanted to see him most and feeling a heavy guilt about it. However, you respected your own privacies; so, you waited for him to say it was okay to come.

“Come doll!” He shouted from the other side of the door.

When you opened the door happily, you heard various noises coming from the TV that stayed on your left side. Also, Chris was wearing a white shirt with black shorts, leaving so much of his skin visible to the eyes, and Dodger was sleeping on the bed beside him.

It was a beautiful sight to see, so, before you made your way to them, you took a picture of them – which would be the thousandth picture of Chris in your gallery. Chris, on the other hand, didn’t mind it at all, already got used to it because he was doing the same for you.

Smiling wider, you sat down beside Chris, leaning to the headboard as Chris did, legs extended to the bed. Chris who was still playing a game you didn’t know – probably something new, put his head on your shoulder, making your heartbeats change their rhythm because of closeness and feeling hit warm breaths on your shoulder and chest.

“What you are so happy about?” He questioned after some silent time you shared for a moment.

You chuckled, “Why? Can’t I be happy – just like that?”

He looked at your face for a moment before answering, “Of course not, doll, I want you to be happy all the time.” You certainly had some tickles – cute ones on your skin,

Shrugging your shoulders as possible as you can, you said, “Well, I am happy because finally, I really had a very good date tonight.”

It felt like time slowed down after you finished your sentence; all noises coming from outside, Chris’ head on your shoulders became like a stone, his hands on the console arm stopped for a second but the game kept moving, and even the wind coming from the half-open window hit your faces as Chris looked up, at your face for a certain time – some sparkles you never saw before on his blue eyes like it meant something but the knowledge of them was not accessible on your mind due to seeing them for the first time, before turning to the TV like nothing happened and it was your imagination.

He didn’t say anything for a while, still, head on your shoulder but feeling a bit heavier than before. You couldn’t tell what was going on with him and you began to fear that he was mad at you for a reason you didn’t know and he wouldn’t tell so easily – apparently.

“Chris –“ You said with a low tone. “Are you okay?”

He nodded but from the way he took backs his head from your shoulder, getting up from the other side of the bed, you guessed he wasn’t okay.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked when he left the door. With a curious expression on your face, you followed him until you two reached the kitchen. Seeing him picking up a beer, opening it, and without even having it in a glass, he began to drink it fast. Contrary to his unstable and incomprehensible behavior, you stay calm, waiting for him to say something but instead of saying something, he took another two bottles, goes to the sitting room, and pays no attention to you at all.

Your unanswered questions of asking what is wrong were lost in the air like bubbles, and with each one, your heart breaks too. You didn’t like this version of Chris for sure; who is silent and distant. He was so distant that you began to feel lonely and a bit angry.

So, with odd emotions, you began to feel, you went to the sitting room, standing on the right side of the couch while Chris was watching a basketball match, drinking beer.

“Chris,” You said once again, sadness visible through the tone of your broken voice “Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he stayed silent, taking another gulp from the beer. Feeling irritated, you changed your position to stay right in front of him, blocking his view. “Say something to me damn it! I don’t like when you stay all silent like this –“ You took a deep breath, hands on the waist for support to stay strong, “I feel lonely.”

This sudden admission caught his attention, making him look at your face for a second with an unreadable expression on his face. He was making you feel lonely but with the look he was giving, you realized he was feeling the same. You knew Chris so well now that you could make meaning of his simple gestures even though they were so complex for others. However, this time, you weren’t so sure that you understood him fully but you knew he was sad like you were.

But why, you asked yourself before giving him a hand which he refused to take, turning to the TV after saying, “It isn’t my intention. Maybe you feel lonely because you already missed that date of yours.”

When your hand stayed frozen in the air, your mind was trying to understand him – what he said just now. He was angry, from the sound of him, you realized it well. Also, he was annoyed – annoyed with your – date?

You asked yourself whether it was the right one you guessed about his annoyance and madness. But what else he should be furious about, you asked, none.

So, it hit you right on the face: they said when you were about to die, life would flash before your eyes, seeing every moment you had from birth to that day but they never said when you found out your crush – the one your heart belonged would hint that they loved you back, all the memories you had with them would repeat on your mind for a mere moment that you would see – you would realize that he loved you from the start, from the moment you didn’t notice but felt.

With rising happiness that crush all the sadness to a void, making them disappear completely, you smiled – you smiled wider than before, and from the corner of your eyes, you would swear you saw the life-changing from the gloomy colors to lighted ones.

Chris, who saw your smile, got it wrong, thinking that you imagined your date in front of him after his speech, he got up, towering over your body with his massive one, seeming angrier than before and making you want to laugh in pure joy with knowing the reason behind his madness.

“If he made you feel this happy, maybe, you should go back to him and say how he made you happy.”

He turned to the kitchen, ready to leave, but stopped in his trial when you said, “Where are you going?” You asked, and he looked so confused, staying still to hear more. Instead of talking first, your body moved before your mouth, hand reaching his wide shoulders, staying on the built skin that you loved to touch when you began to speak – standing so close to Chris enough to make him freeze.

“How can I say how much he is making me happy if he doesn’t listen to me and goes to the kitchen?”

You watched how he looked confused at first, then comprehended your words, and finally understood the true meaning of them; it was the first way you used to tell him that you loved him and he was so shocked. You chuckled, joy flowing in your veins.

You put your right palm on his right cheek, feeling his beard tickling your skin with a funny feeling. It wasn’t the first time you were this close to him – you always found a way to feel his skin under yours but now it meant different because both he and you knew the truth; you two fell for each other long ago.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” You said, a playful tone in your voice thanks to feeling high since you were having great happiness, affection, and love. “Cat got your tongue?”

He shook his head as your fingers caressed his well-built chest and cheek, looking at his blue eyes that give you the same effect as a drug but it was the truth that no drug would make you this high that only his presence was knowledgeable for your brain, mind, and heart.

“You are saying that,” He asked, taking some friction and putting his hands on your waist, giving you a sudden blow inside, “You like me?”

You chuckled, hitting his nose with yours, “No, dumbass, I don’t like you.” You looked at his eyes, “I love you.”

It took some time for to Chris take another action after your biggest confession of the night; then, his warm lips founds yours like they were the only source of life in a desert. Finally, you thought, finally, his lips you carved every second of your life were on yours, kissing them so passionately and rough that he was taking the air from your lugs, sweeping off your feet, making you dizzy in love.

Was it the start of the time you are loved by the man you wanted to be loved from?

Yes, it was. His lips on yours, his hands on your back that began to travel freely, knowing that you liked it as well as he did, and his hot breaths hitting your face; they meant to love – the love you asked for and Chris replied with. You loved him and he loved you and it was the fucking happiest day of your life.

When you broke the kiss after having no air in your lungs, you saw new sparkles finding their places in Chris’ eyes, reflecting yours, giving fireworks to you.

With loud breath takings, you let Chris’ hands hug you from behind, making your breasts hit his chest – the closest position you shared so far, and he put his head on your shoulder after you hugged him from the neck and back as possible as you can to take his closer.

“I love you too.” He said, “I love you so much.”

Smiling widely, you and Chris stayed there for some time, letting peaceful silence calm down your souls mixed with love.

Then, suddenly, Chris looked at your face after getting away a little, a question mark on his face. “Who was your date anyway?”

You avoid his gazes, “Well,” you began, “It was –“

“It?!”

“A cat.”

“A what?!”

Laughing at his reaction, you continued, “Yes handsome, it was a cat and his name was Terry. My date with him was so good because – well, he listen to every word I said about you.”

Chris stayed silent, then, he chuckled to himself, and shaking his head, he said, “I didn’t know I was fighting against a cat to win your heart!”

“Oh, you can not fight with him!” You said, laughing, “You would lose.”

Rolling his eyes playfully, Chris held you from your back and legs to lift you in the air. You shouted lowly at his sudden movement but when you saw a mischievous look on his face with a smirk, you asked with curiosity, “What are you thinking?”

“Oh it is nothing,” He said, going upstairs, “I just thinking about the punishments you will receive.”

“For what?” You questioned but excitement already started to take over your body.

“Oh, for lots of things doll,” He kissed your nose, “But firstly, because of saying Terry will win the war.”

Chuckling, you said, “But he will!”

“We will see about that honey.”

The end. 🍨

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tellhulla · 11 months

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Forever convinced that the popularity of Stucky was a big factor in the decision to make Steve stay in the past with Peggy at the end of Endgame but joke on them because it just made Winterfalcon, aka the superior gay Bucky ship much more popular

#you can say whatever you want about the actor's contract expiring but they could have easily killed Steve #they didn't because they knew that wouldn't do shit to decrease Stucky's popularity #mcu #marvel #stucky #Winterfalcon #sambucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam Wilson #fandom

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trapezequeen · 11 months

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Happy 42nd Birthday Chris Evans (June 13, 1981)

#celebrity birthday #marvel actor #marvel #mcu #marvel actor birthday #Chris evans #captain America #Steve rogers #captain America winter soldier #winter soldier #avengers #avengers age of ultron #age of ultron #infinity war #avengers infinity war #Star spangled man

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buckyownsmylife · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams (actor!old man!Steve x reader smut)

The one where Steve’s an actor, you’re an actress and the two of you definitely shouldn’t be a thing.

Warnings: smut, infidelity, mentioned height difference, name-calling, dirty talk, considerable age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink

Word count: 1.4k

Steve’s P.O.V.

I watched her from a distance, undeniable hunger in my eyes. I was old enough to the game to recognize my time had passed - in more ways than just one. We were nearing the end of the evening and all of the awards and all of the praise (both warranted and not) had been properly distributed. Now, it was time to celebrate.

No one expected me to be there. This was something the younger stars enjoyed - the drinking and the dancing (if it could even be called that at all). But I had a reason to be there, a goal to achieve. Someone I was more than eager to see.

“Well, don’t you look stunning?” I licked my lips as my eyes trailed up her body, taking notice of every inch of exposed skin that slit in her dress teased me with. She turned her head to both sides before finally being able to identify me, but once she did, that familiar smirk spread across those deliciously plump lips of hers.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she admitted, approaching to give me an amicable kiss on the cheek with her hands on my shoulders. Only the heels she was wearing allowed to bypass the difference in height between the two of us.

I seized her by the waist before she could pull away.

“You know I’d never waste the chance to be buried deep inside your pussy, doll. You know, back in my day, only whores dressed like this.” Despite how loud the party was, I heard her breath hitch perfectly. I felt her muscles tense underneath the silk she wore because I was waiting for it, anticipating her reaction.

I was not disappointed by it, but what followed next did put a hamper in my spirits.

“There they are!”A friendly voice I did not wish to hear interrupted us. “The best father-daughter duo known to modern cinema!” Perhaps I should have cringed, or felt even the tiniest bit of remorse at the reminder that the woman I still had in my arms was young enough to be my daughter - and that was the part she had played in the movie that forever bonded us together, in the public eyes and in our private lives.

Alas, I couldn’t. Not when she was giggling so sweetly, turning to face the man but remaining by my side. Not when all throughout the long, tiresome minutes of idle conversation we entertained with the actor, she kept looking at me from under her eyelashes, biting her lower lip in poorly-hidden desire.

Let him see us for what we weren’t. It helped our plans for the evening.

“Okay, Parker,” I chuckled, trying to make the boy realize he had overstayed his welcome. “I need to speak with this beauty over here if you’ll excuse us…” My hand was strategically placed on her lower back as I directed her away from the party, closer to the hallway that granted us access to this floor of the hotel where everyone had gathered to celebrate the ceremony.

Parker leaned his head, obviously not happy about having to watch her leave with me, but let us go. I had no doubt he wished he was the one leading her away from the party, but if the hope was still present in his soul, it’d be crushed by the end of the evening.

There was no way she was coming back to the party.

The second I had her in a locked hotel room, she was on her knees, reaching for my belt. “Remember when you were no one?” I asked, brushing her hair away as she got to work on my dick. “Now everyone wants to either be with you or in you.”

“But only I can, isn’t that right?” She just nodded, mouth still dutifully working my member as I groaned, fisting her hair to pull her up once she got me nice and wet. “Yeah, that’s right.” I grinned, hand slipping between her thighs to collect the evidence of her arousal. It turned me on so much that she always was prepared for me, even when she didn’t expect to see me.

I certainly didn’t think I could still make anyone horny just by laying their eyes on me, and here she was, proving me wrong.

“Tell me, darling… Did I get you this wet?” She whined on my arms, hips searching for more as I penetrated her with two of my fingers. Her nod had my smirk widening, my grip on her hips tightening as I pulled her closer and continued the onslaught against that tight hole I knew all too well.

“Do you want me?” I asked, just because I could. Just because I wanted to hear her say it. Another nod was my answer, but I wasn’t satisfied with it anymore. “Then beg for it,” I announced. “Beg me for my touch.”

And she did. She got up on her tiptoes and moaned for me. “Please, daddy, please… You know how much I love your cock. It’s been so long since I felt it inside of me… Will you please split me open on your dick?”

There was nothing slow about the way I fucked her that evening. Maybe it was the time and place - I couldn’t very well take my time with it, as much as I wanted to - but I was much more willing to bet on the fact that she was right - it’d been too long since we’d been together.

There was too much fire to let burn. I had enough of sweet and gentle back home. When I was with her, I could truly let go and be who I was: a good-for-nothing, son of a gun.

“You know I love fucking you every time I can…” I groaned against her ear as I grinded our bodies together, the friction no doubt sending sparks down her clit.

“Well, you don’t do it enough,” she bit back, making me laugh. It was only once she had my dick inside of her that her bratty side made itself known. And I loved it. “Have you got no shame?” She asked breathlessly, as I squeezed her ass and hummed to let her know I’d heard the question, even though I already knew the answer.

Not when it comes to her, I didn’t.

“Your wife’s at home, a kid on her hips and another in her belly…” She tried to taint the moment we were sharing, but I wouldn’t have it.

“And I’m in heaven, so how could I worry about anything else?” She laughed at that, reminding me again why she was my perfect match, and I upped the movements as I pounded her pussy with

“Doesn’t this feel good?” I panted against her cheek, slapping her ass when she didn’t answer me in time. “Tell me.”

“Yes, it does, daddy.”

“There you go.” I squeezed her ass in appreciation this time. “Was that so hard? Fuck, this feels so good…” I had to cover her mouth with my hand as she came around me, shushing her in the hopes of getting her to silent down on her moans, even though I wanted to hear all of them.

It wasn’t the time or the place.

“What are you doing, huh?” I fucked her even harder, with punishing thrusts as I kept one hand over her lips. “Do you want everyone to find out about us? That the old man fucks you every chance that he gets?”

Her grumbled moan sounded too much like a yes, and it had me emptying my load inside of her with such vigour I couldn’t even open my eyes for a few seconds afterwards.

Perhaps tonight was the night I’d finally impregnate her.

Images of her with a child that was undeniably mine on her hips kept me hard, so instead of letting her go, I grabbed her hips and kept her still.

“Stay right there…” I whispered against her neck, pressing a few kisses here and there just to see goosebumps appear on her skin. “We still have hours until I’m supposed to be home…”

At the end of the day, one thing I knew to be true: only she could get me this hard.

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