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The TikTok Terror Rises Again

Summary: The TikTok Terror is back with some new pranks for her poor men. Pray for them. Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Anthony Mackie

*Warnings: Shenanigans, Fluff, Some Smut, MFM, Angry Chris and Anthony, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Petnames, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to @ljej95 for one of the suggestions included in this fic! As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

“So you thought it was funny to take a good 10 years off our lives?” Your Honeybear is pissed.

“I almost had a fucking stroke.” And so is your Dumpling. He hops off the counter to shut the oven door.

“Yeah? And I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.” Poor, poor Honeybear.

“Oh, Sweet Dumpling.” He glares at you. “I’m pretty sure you forgot to baste the roast.” You bat your eyes at him.

“Get. Her.” He growls.

You take off running, laughing when Anthony slips and falls as he tries to give chase. You make it to your office and lock the door, Still giggling, you use the adrenaline coursing through you to position your rather heavy desk against the door.

Looks like you’d be sleeping in here tonight. You grab a blanket and some snacks that you’d stowed away and curl up on your couch. Guess it was time to see what’s new on Kindle.

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TikTok Prank #11: The Pickle Jar Hack

“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like it’s just kind of…mocking us now?” Sebastian asks as he glares down at the source of his irritation.

“Mmhm.” Anthony grunts in response. “No, no. I feel it too. Like, if it was 6” and a man, I’d have to take him out back and give ‘em the business.”

“Well it’s not going to win, I can tell you that much.” Chris asserts with a growl as he picks up the pickle jar. “Gentleman, to the garage.”

You struggle not to laugh, but you could’ve sworn Chris had said that last line almost the same way he would say “Avengers Assemble”. Anthony, Chris, and Sebas had been trying to open the jar of pickles you’d placed in front of them for the better part of the last 20 minutes. “Guys, it’s okay. I really don’t need pickles that badly. Really it’s -”

“No!” Anthony barks as they head out to the garage. “It’s the principle of the thing. And if my baby wants pickles, my baby gets pickles.”

“Damn right she does.” Chris grumbles as he stomps out the door. “C’mon Seb.” And out they go.

It’s only when you hear the door shut that you allow yourself to give in to the giggles bubbling up in your chest. They had been so sweet when you’d approached them and said you’d needed help opening that damned jar. You’d seemed so frustrated, and of course you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to show off their strength. It was a man thing, you know?

But what they didn’t know, and what you had purposely neglected to tell them, was that you had already managed to open the jar on your own. And then you’d super glued it shut again. Nice and tight.

You fish out another jar of pickles from your secret hiding spot, along with a fork, and happily begin munching away. God, how you loved them. Your mother had eaten them all day long when she was pregnant with you and once you’d emerged from the womb, you had never been able to get enough. We’re talking Dill, Kosher, Garlic, Zesty Garlic…you could go through a jar on your own in like a day.

Allowing yourself one last spear, you return the jar to its home and wait. 15 minutes later, your favorite men and their friend return looking somehow both sheepish and triumphant.

“Well, Y/N.” Anthony coughs. “After employing the use of a couple tools, some mental prowess, and a little bit of elbow grease, we managed to get it open.”

“My heroes.” You bat your lashes at them. Their chests puff out a little at your praise.

“You know, uh, I’m actually the one who finally got it open.” Sebastian is proud to tell you. Chris and Anthony turn to scowl at him. “It was a group effort.” Your boys mumble.

You go to hug Sebastian first, which clearly irritates the others. He wraps his arms around you and then stiffens. He sniffs the air. “I’m sorry, but do you…do you smell like pickles?”

“What?” You cry out in indignation and back away, but not before grabbing the jar from him. “Of course I don’t!” Anthony and Chris’ heads swing to you. “She smells like pickles?”

“She does.” Sebas confirms, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. “See, this right here is the reason I have trust issues.”

Chris crooks his index finger at you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me smell you.” You balk at that. No way, dude...

“First of all, I gotta tell you that that is such a weird thing to say. Also, no.” You reach for the glass of water sitting nearby, which only seems to arouse further suspicion. “If you must know, I took a couple shots of apple cider vinegar while you were out there. For the health benefits.” You shrug. “The smell is just probably in your nose or something.”

“Right.” Sebas mutters. “In my nose. Y/N, I think I speak for all of us when I say, you are so fucking lucky we love you.”

Anthony lets out a low whistle. “Don’t worry Sexy Sebas. We’ll deal with our girl tonight, and if necessary, you’ll get your apology tomorrow.”

“Yes you will.” Chris confirms. “Enjoy your pickles, sweetheart. Hope it was worth it.” And with that they head outside, mumbling things about women being bizarre as hell. Oh well.

More pickles for you!

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TikTok Prank #12: Pretend To Throw Out Your Man’s Prized Possession(s)

“Oh good god!” Chris screams from the top of the stairs as you are helping Anthony run lines for his next role. “Guys, we’ve been robbed!” Both men had just returned home from separate promotional tours. Anthony on Tuesday and Chris on Wednesday. You both immediately perk up at the sound of the panicked man’s voice.

“We’ve been what?!” Anthony’s wide eyes stray to yours. “What?” He breathes.

“I - I…” You stumble as you meet his gaze. “No - no we weren’t…I would have known…”

“And you would have said something, right?” You aggressively nod your head as Chris races down the stairs.

“Dumpling, baby, there’s no way we could have been robbed.” You coo softly as you get up from your seat to stroke your thumbs over the apples of his reddened cheeks. He pulls your hands away to face Anthony.

“Mack, you don’t get it. I went to add my latest pair of designer shoes to my collection, and every pair was gone.” He’s breathing hard now, his breath coming in quick hot bursts. “I’m not talking one or two! When I say every fucking pair, I mean every fucking pair!”

“What are you talking about, man?” Your other boyfriend asks as he tries to process what his best friend is saying. “Y/N has been here the whole time. If there was a break-in then she would have known. She would have called the police and then us, way before now.” He looks to you for confirmation. “Right?” He tries again when you don’t respond quick enough.

“Come see for yourself then, Mack. I swear to god that I’m not making this shit up!”

“Um, okay…about the shoes…” You nervously twirl your thumbs as you look away. Silently you turn and head up the stairs, knowing they’ll follow. After a moment, you reach your bedroom where Chris’ sneaker collection had once lived. It also held Anthony’s expensive ass watch collection as well. But you weren’t brave enough to ever try anything with those.

As you expected, they are hot on your heels. You stop when you reach your room, the tense silence hanging thick in the air. “So about the shoes…”

“Yeah, tell me all about my goddamned shoes, Y/N.” He folds his arms over his chest, as does the other man standing next to him. Neither one of them look even the slightest bit happy with you, and there’s a part of you that knows things are only going to get worse before they get better.

“I may have…sold them while you were gone.” Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes close as you brace for the tidal wave that is Chris. Instead your ears are met with the sound of strained laughter. You open your eyes to see the man in question looking at you in disbelief as he laughs. The only real indication that it’s not any kind of a good laugh is the one lone tear that trails down his cheek as he does it. Anthony rests a comforting hand on his back.

Chris had snapped.

“Sweet girl…” Anthony is clearly digging deep for patience as he watches his friend sink to the ground, awash with grief. “Why? Just give me one good reason as to why you would have done that?” His voice is hard, which has you anxiously bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Well, because he had said he wanted to do some spring cleaning and make some space. So I did that. But I didn’t just want to throw them out, so I sold them.” Chris looks ready to have an aneurysm. “But we made good money off it. $10,000, in fact!”

“$10,000?” He whispers to Anthony. “She sold my babies for $10k.” Aw, shit. Is he hyperventilating now? “Y/N, that was a $100,000 fucking shoe collection! For fucks sake!” He lays down on the floor. Your other boyfriend goes to sit next to him.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Anthony grits out. “You know how much we both love you, but right now I think you should leave. Just go downstairs or something until I can get him together.”

“But I -”

“GO!” They both point at the door. If you didn’t know what was really going on, their response would have made you cry. A lot.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” The sniffle you let out as you turn to leave is very real. “But before I do -” They both turn to glare at you so fast as if daring you to continue. “Come with me. What I have to show you might make you, both of you, a little less upset.”

You boys continue to glare at you. “Honeybear, help him up and then come on. And after, if you want, I’ll go. I’ll even leave the house and get a hotel.”

“She had better get a -” Chris interrupts.

“Stop, man. Our girl is not leaving this house.” They both get up and let you lead them down the hall to a different room. You enter and then open a closet door before flipping on the light…

Surprising them both with a renovated and very generously expanded closet that contains all of the missing shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Anthony pulls you back against his big chest as Chris brushes by you with an excited screech. “They’re all here, Mack! All of ‘em. Right here!”

“I had the work done while you guys were gone.” You mumble, staring at the floor.

“Y/N, baby…” Anthony leans down to whisper: “why do you always like to play such dangerous games with us?” He nibbles the shell of your ear.

“Thank you for the gift, sweet girl.” Chris murmurs from his place on the floor as he admires his collection. “But I’m going to warn you that as soon as I get the feelings back in my legs again, you need to be afraid. Very afraid.” The dark sincerity in his voice has you choking on air.

Meanwhile, Anthony’s arms remain firmly wrapped around your middle. “I’ve got her right here, homie. So take your time, because our baby’s not going anywhere.” His hand slips down your pants and into your panties, his fingers lightly swirling over your clit. He keeps going the longer Chris gazes at his shoes, his rhythm picking up, making you keen.

“Can you at least allow me a head start for my good deed?” You whimper. Kind of pathetically.

“No, Y/N. You’re staying right here. I’ll hold you all night long if I have to.”

—

TikTok Prank #13: Tell Your Man That You’re Meeting Up with Your Ex

You’re sitting on the couch in the living room with Chris. He’s on one and you’re on the other, with some random CNN special quietly playing in the background. Your man is reading the latest issue of Time Magazine, while you’re busy wasting time on your phone.

After a while, you let out a sigh. You can feel him look up at you, but you choose to keep your eyes on your phone. When you don’t say anything more, he goes back to reading. A few minutes later, you sigh again and mumble “okay, okay, Eric, fine”.

Chris perks up again, his head tilting to the side. Eric? He thinks to himself. Wasn’t that the name of…no it can’t be. There’s no way you would even think of talking to him.

You fling an arm over your head and stretch. “Hey Dumpling? I gotta head over to my ex’s for a minute.” Flashing him an “it is what is” style grin you go to get up off the couch.

“Excuse me.” He hisses. “Where do you think you’re going?” The look on his face lets you know that if he has any say about it, Eric’s house is the last place you’ll be going.

“It’s no big deal, baby.” You try to reassure him. “He just told me he found some of my stuff and wants me to come pick it up. I said I would because I want it back.” Chris throws his magazine to the floor as he stands up.

“What kind of shit could you possibly need from him after two and a half years?” Yeah, he’s pissed. And confused.

“Um, he told me found some of my books, a few pictures, a couple hoodies. Yeah, I definitely want those back - the books and the hoodies I mean.” To say Chris is anything but flabbergasted is putting it mildly.

“Oh fuck this game.” He mutters. “Anthony!” He bellows. “Anthony, get down here!”

“Dumpling, wait - please.” Chris holds up his hand at you.

“No, you wanna go to Eric’s place? Then I guess we’re all going to Eric’s place. I don’t even get why you want some fucking hoodies you haven’t missed or worried about in almost three years.” He’s in full rant mode now. “You don’t even wear the ones you have, you always steal ours and –.” Chris pauses. You can see the wheels turning in his head, right as Anthony comes down the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.

Damn is he fine. Both your men were.

“What, man?” He asks, clearly irritated. “I’m trying to get dressed.”

“Well then hurry up, because apparently the three of us are taking a trip.” He glares at you. “To Eric’s house.” Anthony looks at him as if he’s hit his head. “And just who the fuck is Eric, and why do we have to go there?”

You open up your mouth to respond, Chris isn’t having it. “Why, that’s Y/N’s ex. Apparently he’s been texting her.” Anthony’s full lips twist into a perplexed scowl. “He wants her to pick up some of her stuff after almost three years. Some books and some hoodies. Which she wants.”

Oy. Now they’re doing that thing where they talk about you as if you’re not here.

“And why the hell would she want those? It’s not like she even wears the ones she has. She’s always wearing ours and -” Now the gears are spinning overtime in his brain too.

Biting your thumb you try to interject, but they just keep going. “Chris, you and I both know we’re not letting our girl go to some deadbeat’s house to pick up some stupid fucking hoodies that she might’ve gotten from another man.”

“You’re right, Mackie.” They turn their heated gaze to you. “If our girl wants to wear a hoodie, she’s happy to raid one from either of our closets. She can even double up for all I care.”

“True enough. Because she knows that we were never a fan of the way he treated her in the first place.” Anthony crouches in front of you before gripping your chin in his hand. “And our sweet girl knows that if I saw him, I’d have to pop him in his mouth, and then it’d have to be something.”

Chris smirks at his words. “We both know that little bitch wouldn’t do shit.” He responds in reference to your ex.

“Right.” Anthony leans in to kiss your nose. “Which is why Y/N knows she’s not going over there. And if she can’t say “no”, then we’ll happily do it for her.” You’ve been so focused on your Honeybear that you’ve failed to notice that Chris is now hunched down next to you as well.

“Do you need to give me your phone, baby girl?” Anthony coos softly, which is in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes. “Do you need us to tell that little sad sac that you have all the hoodies you’ll ever need?”

“No.” You whisper softly. “I - I got it. I’ll just block him. I don’t need those hoodies that bad.” You chuckle nervously.

“There we go.” Chris purrs. “See, Mack? I knew she could be a good girl. It just takes a little coaxing.” Anthony slowly lets go of your chin.

“Thank you.” He grunts. “Now can I please finish dressing without any more interruptions? I’m looking at you, baby.” You quickly nod your head. “I’ll bring you one of my hoodies when I come back down. Little brat.

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TikTok Prank #14: Hide Under the Bed

Since you enjoyed scaring your boys so much the first time, you figure it’s worth another go round. Tonight you tell them that you’re going out with your friend, Serena. Which you are. You just plan to arrive home earlier than they expect. Which you do.

You know from the numerous, mildly tipsy texts that you’ve been receiving from them that they’re on their way home. Good. They’ve been teasing you all night, sending you message after message detailing how they plan to take you apart, work you over, and then put you back together again.

Knowing they’re due to arrive at any moment, you make your way upstairs. Stripping down to your black panties, pink cami, and black bra, you climb under the bed. It’s a tight fit for sure, but you’re committed to your cause.

You lie in wait, only perking up when you hear Chris and Anthony make their way into the house from the garage. The sound of their raucous laughter warms your heart. You positively adored your men, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love fucking with them. So you stay hidden. You’d made sure to silence and hide your phone in your underwear drawer, so even if they called you, they wouldn’t know you were already home.

It takes a little while, but eventually you hear their heavy footfalls coming up the stairs.They begin talking softly when they enter the room.

“Aye Chris, what time is Y/N coming back? I want our girl home, man.”

You hear Chris sigh. “I don’t know, but hopefully soon. Give me a little more time to sober up and we’ll go get her.”

Anthony lets out a giggle. It’s manly, but it’s still a giggle nonetheless. “She’s gonna be so mad if we do that.”

“Yeah, but I kinda like it when she’s mad. She’s such a little handful.” The warmth in his voice has you positively melting.

“Mmhm, but then we get to settle her down. Trying to get our feisty wildcat to purr like the little kitten we both know she is…man...”

“But you gotta love the fact that she only purrs for us.” Chris’ voice is positively dripping with pure male satisfaction.

“I really want to make her purr right now.”

“Then let’s call a Lyft and go get our lady. Imagine how much fun we’ll have wrestling her into the backseat.” They both chuckle at that.

And that’s when you realize that you’ve been so caught up in their conversation that you’d forgotten you had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, you take your fist and bang it against the wall, causing a loud “thump”. Both men go quiet.

“That was the house settling, right?” Anthony breathes out, suddenly sounding nervous. “Please tell me that that was the house settling.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course it was, man. In fact, it sounded like it came from this wall over here.” Their socked feet move closer to your hiding spot under the bed. Not being able to resist, you slowly reach out to tickle their ankles.

“OH SHIT!” Anthony and Chris both squeak, yes squeak, at the same time, before suddenly leaping onto the bed and out of sight.

“Something touched me, bro.” Chris wheezes, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“Must have been a draft…” Anthony whispers, sounding rattled.

“Yeah, yeah. Except, the ceiling fan isn’t on and none of the windows are open.” They’re both breathing hard and on full alert. You pick that moment to bash one fist against the boxspring, while banging the other against the wall.

“FUCK THIS!” Chris all but bellows. But Anthony, well, your sweet Honeybear has had enough. From his position on the bed you hear him shout: “I don’t know who or what the fuck is in here, but our girl is coming home soon, which means me and my boy here are going to have to fuck you up!”

You hear Chris’ sharp intake of breath. “That’s right, Casper! So - so come on out and take your ass whooping like a man!”

You cover your mouth, torn between feelings of pride and straight up laughter. They were so cute that you decide it’s finally time to reveal yourself.

“You really want to fight me, boys?” You giggle from underneath the bed. “I mean, I’ll take you on. But can I at least stretch first?” You’re actually surprised when you hear them laugh. You’re talking about deep, gut-busting laughter coming straight from your men.

They climb off the bed and kneel on the floor to peek at you. “You are in so much trouble, sweet girl. Get your ass out from under there.” They help tug you out, still laughing. Anthony kisses your forehead. “You just took another five years off our lives, honey. That puts you at fifteen.”

Chris’ hands go to tickle your waist. “Mackie’s right. Now how do you plan to make things up to us before we expire?”

You drop down to your knees in front of them, hands going to the fastenings on their pants. “Hmm, I think I can come up with a few things.” You shoot them a mischievous as you take them into your mouth, one after the other. Over and over again

—

TikTok Prank #15: Get Your Man’s Reaction to the Infamous TikTok Leggings

Today you were going on a morning run. Your men were still sleeping, which gives you time to quickly tug on your new pair of those leggings everyone had been raving about on TikTok. You follow it up with donning a black sports bra and a baggy t-shirt, just before Anthony starts to wake.

“Mm…Y/N?” He murmurs sleepily, his hand reaching out in search of your warmth. Your men were so cute when they woke up. “Where you goin’ baby?”

“Just on a run, honey. Go back to sleep.”

“Skip it and come back to bed. Need you to keep me warm…”

“Shhh.” You whisper, not wanting to risk him waking Chris. You brush a quick kiss over his forehead. “Sleep, big man. I’ll be back soon.” You watch as his eyes flutter closed. Adorable.

Lacing up your shoes, you head downstairs to grab your phone, headphones, arm band, and a spray bottle before heading out through the garage. You pause at your car, opening the trunk where you deposit your t-shirt and grab another package. And then you were off.

Your run lasts about five minutes - just long enough for you to turn the corner and make it to your friend Rachel’s house. She greets you at the door with a mimosa.

….

After about an hour you say your goodbyes and take off for home. You knew your men would be awake by now. But before you leave, you take your spray bottle full of water and wet yourself down so it looks like you’ve really worked up a sweat.

As you near the house, you notice Anthony is outside talking to a neighbor. He notices your approach before your boyfriend does. “Good morning, Liam!” You wave at him. Anthony turns around and stops in his tracks, momentarily stunned, his smile frozen on his face as he takes in your attire. You sidle up next to them.

“Hey there, good lookin’!” You chirp, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You chuckle inwardly when you feel Liam’s gaze stray to your ass. “I just had the best run, but I am absolutely parched. See you guys later.”

You turn to walk inside, taking note of Anthony’s strangled gasp when he gets a load of your booty. Too bad you couldn’t shake it right now, but you make sure your hips sway with every step you take.

Two minutes later, you hear Anthony behind you. “Baby, I’m so glad you had a good run but…” You reach into the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “But what, honey?” He hops up and down just a little with restless energy.

“I was just thinking that maybe you should workout inside from now on.” Your only response is a raised brow, lips coming together in a firm line. “You know we’ve got that whole home gym downstairs that we barely even use.” Huh?

“Oh? Could’ve sworn you and Dumpling used it all the time.” He struggles to answer just as Chris walks in.

The other man immediately takes you in his arms. “Good morning, sweetness.” He growls into your neck. “Missed you in bed.”

“Oof!” You growl playfully. “Get off silly. I’m pretty gross right now. All this sweat and stuff…eww!”

“Aww, stop it, Y/N. You are the furthest thing from gross.” What you don’t know is that Anthony is behind you, motioning for Chris to look down. And when he finally does, he is mesmerized by the sight of your ass. “Damn.” He mouths at Anthony.

“I was just telling our girl here about the home gym downstairs.” He aggressively mimes for Chris to understand, which he quickly does.

“He’s right, he did. But I didn’t forget it was there. You boys use it all the time. And I like to run. Outside.”

“But baby…” Chris murmurs as he releases you. “We could work out together.” You take another pull of your water bottle. “Me and Mack could lift, you know? Curl some weights. And you…you could run on the treadmill.” You blink up at him, the look on your face letting him know that you are so not convinced.

“That’s right!” Anthony chimes in. “It’d be a whole little family affair.”

You turn your nose up at that suggestion. “Nah, running on a treadmill makes me feel like a hamster. Plus you guys make way too much noise when you workout. All that grunting and groaning…it’s too distracting.” You turn to head upstairs, giving both your men a good look at your legging-clad backside. You giggle softly when you hear their twin moans.

“Y/N, baby, but when you run outside you’ve got to think about cars…” Anthony growls as he jogs behind you.

“Thanks for the concern, Honeybear. But I run on the sidewalk, not in the street.”

And then comes Chris. “What about wild animals? Have you considered those?”

“Yep, he’s right, Y/N. We’re talking about stray dogs and cats…”

“Thanks for the concern, boys, but I’ll be fine. And you already know if I see either one, I will try to bring them home myself. So I’ll the one responsible for that battle.” You reach your bedroom and let out a sigh. Of course they’re still with you.

“But then you’ve got to think about coyotes! They are taking over!” Anthony exclaims.

“He’s right. I just watched a whole special on it.” That makes you roll your eyes.

“Coyotes? In the daytime? In this neighborhood? Okay.” You proceed to start getting undressed. “You know boys, typically I’d invite you to shower with me, but you’re both being weird so…” You take off your sports bra, letting your breasts go free.

“Guys.” You whip around to face them. “You’ve never been this odd about my runs before. Does this have something to do with my leggings? Do you…not…like them?” Both Anthony and Chris immediately focus on your chest. You cross your arms, inadvertently pushing them up even higher. You then watch as their heads simultaneously tilt to the side.

“They’re the breast.” Chris coughs. “I mean the best!”

“Baby, we love your leggings. It’s something about that ass that has us all twisted up.” Anthony breathes as his large, rough hand goes to rub at his hardening cock.

Paying them no mind, you yank your remaining clothing off your body and pad to the shower. “Well, gentleman, I’m about to shower. If either one of you can manage to untwist yourselves while the water heats up, then feel free to join me. If not, well…your loss.” With that you blow them both a kiss and stride into the bathroom.

“But if we untwist, then can we at least talk about the importance of stranger danger?” One of them cries out.

END

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Scream | Sam Wilson x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "You're sweet on me" sam wilson x m!reader pls!!

summary: film nights with Sam are always your favourite, but one film and one particular night might just change everything.

tws: horror film references, swearing

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Everyone could see that you were, in fact, more than sweet on Sam; from the way that you smiled at him and how you always knew what his favourite things were or what would make him smile, it was easy to see that you were absolutely head over heels for Captain America himself, and no one noticed it more than Frank, your unofficially adopted brother.

Frank took it upon himself a long time ago to take you under his wing, and he could see both sides of the infatuation, and although he encouraged you to pursue it and to do what you felt, you never did; you were certain that Sam didn't feel the same, certain that he would laugh at you if you ever told him how you felt.

But it wasn't just that, as you were painfully aware that with Sam being Captain America, there was a certain image that he had to give when it came to the press and to the papers; being seen with another man, especially being linked to another man romantically, was simply something that wasn't doable.

You couldn't help but to feel sick at the thought that some reporter or some journalist would slander Sam and everything he had done, all the good he had put into the world, simply because he was romantically linked to you.

The lights were all off in the house except for the faint kitchen lamp by the fridge as you and Sam sat beside each other on the floor, watching as a desperate mother and father called and desperately searched for their daughter as she was being dragged away by the masked killer; his thigh was against yours, just shy of completely leaning into you as he occasionally reached over to steal a swig from your can of Red Bull.

"These films are such shit."

You scoffed, trying not to laugh as you rolled your eyes. "Then why'd you suggest we watch it?"

"Because you like it," Sam shrugged, daring to steal a glance at you as the final girl's killer boyfriend snuck through the window. "Y'know, I've never snuck through your bedroom window, either."

You dared to snicker, covering your mouth as you hunched over slightly, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, are you gonna kill me?"

He laughed at that, finally leaning into you as he hummed softly, his hand resting on your inner thigh as he went limp; around you, Sam could actually let his guard down and could actually bring himself to be vulnerable. He didn't feel the pressures that he did when he was just out and about, he didn't need to be perfect; he could just be Sam.

"Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard they put her liver in the mailbox, next to her spleen and pancreas."

You dropped your hand to Sam's, gently tracing the little marks on his palms as you hummed and tilted your head to the side; it was nice enough to merely exist with Sam, to just be in the same room doing two different things, but nothing ever compared to the film nights. When he would cuddle up to you, and you would end up awkwardly cuddled into him in return; the nights watching horror films and bickering playfully about who the killer really was.

There was nothing like a classic whodunit.

"My ass is starting to hurt," Sam murmured. "You got a cushion or something?"

"You could always sit on my lap," you hummed, only half joking and not really expecting him to take it seriously anyway.

Unlike all the other times, though, Sam actually moved, and sat on your lap with his back against your chest, your arms around his waist as you rested your chin on his shoulder; Sam smiled, a soft and content hum coming from the back of his throat as he put his hands on yours and leaned back slightly.

The boyfriend was being questioned by police, a dark look in his eyes as he told them that he didn't do it and was adamant to throw them off of his scent; Sam licked his lips, swallowing thickly as he started to chew at the inside of his cheek.

"If a masked killer was hunting me," you mused. "What would you do?"

"Make sure you followed the slasher rules," Sam started, "and I'd make sure to play the role of the heroic and attractive childhood best friend who makes sure that the final boy survives... why? What would you do if it was me?"

"Depends on the killer," you replied, "but, if it was this guy? I'd probably get you packed up and take you out of town, take you to stay with Frank - he'd protect you while I take the killer on."

"What about Jigsaw?"

"Kill myself to save you," you told him, no hesitation in your voice. "No matter what I needed to do, as long as you survived, I'd do it."

Sam nodded. "I think I'd do the same... anything to keep you alive."

"Just... there would be one little issue," you admitted.

"What's that?"

"Jigsaw would tell me that I'd be punished for being in love with a guy and not telling him," you joked softly. "Pretty shit reason, if you ask me."

Sam laughed, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue. "So we'd be there for the same reason."

You paused for a moment, pursing your lips and furrowing your brows as you allowed the words to sink in properly; he couldn't be talking about you, you knew there was no possible way that he was... but didn't every cliché in horror films dictate that he was? Didn't every single cliché horror film put the two crushes together before one of them ultimately died?

Was that just not the nature of clichés?

But Sam wasn't a cliché type of guy, he wasn't the type to make some stupid confession in that way, or at least, you thought he wasn't; even if, if horror films were anything to go by, it did fit the formula and it did fit the way that things worked out in the end.

Was Dewey not destined to be with Gale, after all?

"Sam..."

"I mean it," he grumbled softly. "And I know you're sweet on me, so don't deny it. It's as obvious as Dewey being into Gale."

You laughed, snorting as you tried not to double over, burying your mouth against his shoulder as you giggled against him for a moment; Sam grinned, loving the way that it felt to have you laughing into him, to have you giggling and laughing like a fucking schoolboy because of some stupid joke he made.

"Alright, you got me," you chuckled as you pulled away. "Maybe I am just a little bit sweet on you."

"You wanna talk more about it after this?"

"I'd love to."

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Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 [December 8th]

Six Christmases Advent Calendar 2023 Masterlist

Summary: They had their first date on Christmas Day five years ago, and this year they’re planning something special to celebrate the anniversary. We get to know them as they prepare for Christmas and the anniversary, but something doesn’t go to plan.

Pairings/characters: Sam Wilson x reader (but not really), mention of Pepper Potts and Morgan Stark Warnings: Recovery from injury Words: 237

For @iguess-theyre-mymess

"You were very doting, that Christmas," Evelyn said, smiling playfully before digging into her hamburger, which had just been served.

Even though Sam had been pretty confident her ankle was just sprained, he had insisted on an x-ray just to be sure. It was a mild one, thankfully. But Evelyn was ordered to rest for a week, keep her foot elevated and ice it if necessary.

So close to Christmas, it hadn't been easy for her to obey, but Sam had insisted very very hard and she had caved. The very same evening they had gone skating they had planned on decorating the tree, so Sam had done that, following every order Evelyn gave him. He'd wrapped and delivered the last presents. He'd ironed his shirt and her dress for Christmas dinner at Pepper and Morgan's. He'd made breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he had snuggled the shit out of her the rest of the time, icing her ankle when the pain got too much.

Exactly a week later, like clockwork, Evelyn's ankle had been as good as new.

It had been a long day, but they'd finally crossed everyone off their gift-list. Sam had a small mission that took a couple of days, and Evelyn buried herself in work while he was gone. But as soon as he had come home and she had showered him with care for a few hours, they got to baking.

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson/ Captain America

#sam wilsom #sam fanfiction #sam fic #sam wilson #anthony mackie imagine #sebastian stan and anthony mackie #anthony mackie icons #anthony mackie avatars #anthony mackie

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No-No Word

Warnings: cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Chris Evans x daughter reader, Sebastian Stan x reader platonic, Anthony Mackie x reader platonic

Request: heyyy i was just wondering if you'd be willing to write for Chris Evans x daughter!reader maybe??? :)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Turns out, you’re a lot smarter than Chris would’ve thought

A/N: Posting a couple short fics to get back into writing

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Hey there, sweetheart.” Chris quickly glanced over his shoulder as you waddled into the kitchen area, “How did you sleep?”

You yawned, reaching up to rub your eyes, “Good, dada.”

Your father couldn’t help but allow his grin to widen at the sight of you, merely five years old, drowning in fuzzy pajamas and clutching a stuffed animal under your right arm.

“You up for some pancakes?” Of course, he already knew the answer.

A smile lit up your face, suddenly awake, and you nodded your head vigorously, suddenly wide awake. “Up! Up!” You chanted jumping up and down slightly as you made a grabbing motion towards the blond man.

Chris abandoned the spatchula next to the stove and scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses on the side of your head and into your hair in a way that emitted joyous giggles from your lips.

He gently set you down on the counter, a healthy distance away from where he was cooking the batter, nodding along as you rambled about something or other and moved back to continue making the two of you breakfast.

“-and then the dog jumped as tall as you daddy!” Your eyes were wide with awe and amazement.

The man chuckled slightly, “Is that so, honey-“ He cut himself off when the spatula slipped from his grasp and landed with a small ‘clang’ onto the floor.

Immediately, he bent down to pick it up, “Oops-“

“Shit!”

Chris snapped to attention, eyes wide and alert as stared at you with a dropped jaw. You just blinked up at him innocently.

“What the- what did you say?” He asked in complete shock, those being the only words he could form at the moment.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second before realization lit up your face and you smiled proudly, placing your hands on your hips, “Shit!” You repeated.

“How the- who-“ Your father sputtered.

He had always been extra careful and sure that he never cursed around you and that others he was with didn’t either.

“No, honey,” He finally came to his senses and turned off the stove for a moment as he bent down to be eye level with you, “That’s a bad word, we don’t say that.”

And your eyebrows were furrowed once more, “Shit?”

Chris nodded, “Yes, that’s a no-no word, we don’t say that.”

A pout immediately formed on your lips and you crossed your arms, “But it’s a big kid word, and I’m a big kid!”

He shook his head back and forth, “Where did you even hear it?”

“Uncle Sebby!” You cheered excitedly.

A look of realization dawned on the actor before it was quickly replaced by exhaustion, “Is that so?” He asked as he ran a frustrated hand down his face, knowing Sebatian was about to get a very unhappy call in a few minutes.

You nodded, oblivious to your fathers feelings, “Uh-huh, he said it but told me it was a big kid word, and that I couldn’t say it until I was a big kid.”

“Then why are you saying it now?” He raised a stern eyebrow in your direction.

You grinned, “Because I asked Uncle Anthony later if I was a big kid and he said yes!”

Chris was silent for a moment, and it took everything in him not to burst out in laughter at the brilliance of your statement, how at even such a young age you and figured out a way to get around a rule and still act innocent about the whole thing.

Failing, he let a few chuckles slip through his lips and he picked you up and carried you on his hip, “That’s still a no-no word, no matter what your uncles say. Got it?” He playfully rubbed his nose against your cheek and poked his fingers at your sides, tickling you.

You shrieked with laughter, trying to force yourself away from him, “Okay, okay, daddy! No more tickles! No more tickles!”

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Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most.

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well.

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side.

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded.

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system.

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement.

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character.

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake.

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down.

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all.

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far.

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd.

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth.

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders.

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind.

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character.

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand.

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished.

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you.

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic.

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans.

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mischievous-thunder · 7 months

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Loki S2 E1 spoilers without context~

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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The Sweetest Nectar

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader. Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.

Word Count: 1K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT,

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Soft Dark Subby Nomad Steve Rogers. Darkish reader. Mention of pre-serum Steve, Lap dance in public, voyeurism, masturbation, mention of drugs and alcohol, pining, angst, teasing, exhibitionism (on reader’s part), possible non con exhibitionism (on Sam’s part). Oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), sloppy seconds, possible cheating. All errors my own.

A/N: Thanks for this ask! It streched me.

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You were giving your boyfriend a lap dance on Steve’s couch, and it made the host irrationally happy.

Steve was glad that Sam had someone, especially someone as sweet as you. Damn, you were probably so fucking sweet.

Steve licked his lips as he watched your hips undulate in front of Sam’s face. This was the perfect opportunity to watch you and ogle your body, because everyone was a little tipsy and a little high and doing it too.

It was all in fun, right?

You glanced at Steve upside down as you gyrated on Sam’s lap now, and bent backward all the way over, your braids touching the floor, giving the room a view of your luscious tits.

Yeah. You were perfect. And this night was the highlight since Steve came out of the ice.

You winked at Steve and his face grew red, but he played it off by taking another drink and rubbing his beard while flipping his long hair out of his face.

It worked on countless other women, but you just sat back up and pulled Sam’s face into the valley of your breasts, gasping as he motorboated your clothed breasts and grabbed the glorious globes of your blue-jeaned ass.

People laughed, but Steve’s mood changed; he started plotting dismemberment and where to scatter body parts when Bucky came up to stand beside him and watch.

“Hold it up a little higher, buddy.”

Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he took another drink and replied.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“That torch you’re carrying. Maybe she’ll see it if you hold it up higher, Lady Liberty.”

Steve just scoffed and drank some more, not denying anything that Bucky had said.

Bucky laughed and went to get another beer, as Steve practically cried in his, his heart silently aching for you.

—-

You and Sam were in Steve’s bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was doing body shots in the kitchen.

“F-f-fuckkkkk! Samuel T-t-t-hom… fuck, Samuel Thomas W-w-wilsonnnnn.”

You were grabbing Sam’s ears as he skillfully ate you out, looking down on him between your legs as he sucked and pulled and played with your clit.

“Fucky, Baby… where did you learn to do … goddamn…”

You panted to try and catch your breath as he inserted three fingers inside you and spread them out.

“Holyyyyyy Shhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

You came like a freight train, your knees clamping down around Sam’s head. Sam’s large hands pried you from around his face and came up for air, a triumphant smirk on his face. He held your legs open and gazed at the pretty dark, wet lips of your cunt and the creamy liquid oozing out between them.

“Learning new techniques every day. Just to keep you satisfied, darlin’,”

Sam shook his head and watched as your pretty pussy lips sheltered your still quivering folds.

“It’s a beautiful view.”

Steve silently agreed from the closet, watching your beautiful cunt shine in the dim light from the street. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, fisting himself brutally at the sights, sounds, and faint smell of you. Steve silently willed Sam to action, wanting to hear how that wet pussy sounded when it was fucked good.

It was just like before the war, when he watched Bucky…

“Hmmmm, Daddy. Give me some. Please? Pretty please. Will you give me some of that thick dick?”

You leaned back, legs still open, looking up at Sam, who was standing now, in front of you.

Your face, fucked out and glowing, looked up at his friend as you licked your lips was everything in the world to Steve Rogers right now.

Steve imagined it was him you were begging, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to suck Sam off or let him fuck you senseless. He just knew that wanted to bust this nut.

“Assume the fucking position then.”

You whimpered, and Steve nearly bust in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You got on all fours on the bed and that view was even better than before. Oh, how he’d eat that ass, Steve thought.

Sam smacked both cheeks three times, and your moans and sighs alone were enough to make Steve cum. He watched his friend line up his thick dick and swipe it through your folds, and could almost feel your beautiful wetness. Stevehad to bite his lips to hold in his own grunts as Sam slowly, wetly, and solidly sank into you.

“Ohhhhhh… shit….DADDY!!!”

“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

Sam’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he bottomed out and Steve’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he witnessed the ecstasy.

Then, Sam looked down and smacked your ass again. Steve watched, rapt, as Sam slowly pulled almost all the way out, then plunged quickly back into your wet goodness. He bet you were so warm. Sam did it again and again and again, faster and faster, and faster. Steve stroked in time as you moaned louder and louder and louder, oblivious to the others at the party.

Steve watched your back arch, and your flesh shake and ripple with every back shot delivered. He was so fucking close.

“Daddy? Daddy? Please Daddy.. I wanna, I wanna….I neeeeeed to…”

“Cum, Darlin’... give it to me. Fuck yeah!”

Sam’s voice was a growl and as you started shaking, Steve’s cum started spilling into his palm and the sock that he was using to contain it.

“Shhsshhhhittttttt….” Steve’s whisper was not silent, but quiet enough that you two wouldn’t hear it over your own noises.

You and Sam collapsed on the bed..

“That was great, Darlin’. You shouldn’t tease me like that in public. ‘S not gonna stop me from giving it to you.”

Sam kissed your nose.

“I am well aware of what that does to a man. Makes it that much better, Daddy.”

Sam laughed, and then moved toward the bathroom.

“We better get outta here, before Steve catches us in his bedroom.”

You looked toward the bathroom and then sat up on the edge of the bed, legs open again.

Steve saw your wrecked pussy, the combination of you and Sam seeping out, and his cock swelled again. He nearly yelled when he saw you playing in it again. It was like you were doing it just for him.

But you stopped when Sam came back out to get dressed.

“I need a little more time to get cleaned up. You go ahead.”

“Ok Darlin,” Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead and you reached for a peck on the lips.

“You made me hungry, took all my energy. I’m going to go eat some food.”

Sam winked and left the room smiling and happy.

When the door closed, you stared straight at the closet.

“Well? Are you going to stay in there and jack off again, or are you going to come out and clean me up?”

You leaned back on your hands, legs wide.

“Now’s your chance Steve. I know you’re in there. Are you going to come out Captain?”

Steve gulped. Then he couldn’t help but comply.

“Fuck…”

Steve emerged from the closet, the tip hard cock glistening and stiff at the opening of his undone pants. He walked toward you and dropped to his knees.

You threaded your hand in his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as he closed his eyes at your touch. You guided his head toward your throbbing cunt.

“You get sloppy seconds, but I bet that’s what you like…”

“Yes ma’am.”

Steve nodded vigorously as his tongue collected the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.

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