#chris evans x female reader
A Word of Advice
Summary: You're having a bad day and need to vent to your boyfriend. Ransom has a unique way of doling out his very unique, helpful advice.
Pairing: Ransom x reader
Warnings: Slight pain kink if you squint, major degradation kink, Ransom being an ass, smut, minors DNI.
A/N: I don't write Ransom, so don't shun me for this badly written piece. Beta'd by the wonderful @whisperlullaby.
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Ransom knows that you’ve been having a bad day. He knows. A flurry of unread texts on his phone reveals what kind of day you’ve been having. The mood you’re in. That you're going to storm and want to talk to him about your day.
Nothing has gone right since you left the house this morning. Ransom knows you’re upset, cranky, and tired.
He knows. He’s prepared for it.
You barge into the house, the front door bouncing off the wall as you throw your bags and jacket into a heap on the floor. Grumbling under your breath about how it’s funny how everything always seems to be your fault, you kick the door shut and toe off your heels.
“Ransom.” Your voice echoes across the dark, quiet first floor of the house. You call his name again, louder, more urgent because you need him. Fuck, after a day like this, you need that sweater-wearing bastard more than sleep.
A simple, “upstairs Princess.” and you’re turning away from the kitchen and walking to the staircase. “Been waiting for you.” His deep voice floating down to you, comforting and smooth.
Rolling your shoulders, you grasp the railing leading to the second floor and pull yourself up the stairs. Your aching feet protesting with each step as you trudge to the bedroom.
Shoving the door open, you see Ransom sprawled over the sheets.
He’s a mouthwatering sight. A tempestuous Greek painting come to life.
One long leg bent, the other stretched across the bed, an arm flung behind his head as he bites into a lavender macaron. Your lavender macaron, you only had one left, ugh forget it, you knew better than to leave it behind this morning.
He shifts his weight to one elbow, the pair of small burgundy silk boxers clinging to his muscular thighs spread tight over his prominent bulge.
“What’s wrong, princess?” His soft tone a juxtaposition to the gleam in his stormy blue eyes which you miss because you're mesmerized by his hand drifting over his abs. "Talk to me."
Tearing your gaze away from his broad, chiseled chest, you launch into your rant. Ransom is uncharacteristically quiet, nodding encouragingly as you pace around the room. He finishes his cookie and brushes a stray crumb off his abs before standing up.
You’re so caught up in venting about your boss, that one fucker who keeps messing with you for no damn reason that Ransom is able to undress you between murmuring sympathetically. The small throaty noises emitting from his throat encouraging you to continue as he unbuttons your shirt.
By the time you get to how you’re shouldering the brunt of the work with none of the credit, he as your skirt pooled around your feet.
You sputter to a stop when he hooks his thumbs under the band of your panties and slides them down. You look down bemused when you realize you’re naked and so is he. Tilting your head, you glare at him. “Are you even listening to me?”
He cranes his head back and grins, an almost boyish smile that has you smiling back at him. “I heard every word, Princess.”
Warm hands caress your calves and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. “You can keep talking or I can fuck the stress out of you.” He offers with a wink that has your knees buckling.
You pause, your teeth pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You could use a good stress reliever. Ransom decides you’re taking way too long to decide if you want his cock or not, he’s insulted you’re not already on your knees begging for a taste.
His large, very warm hands slide up to your thighs and cup your ass. A firm, powerful squeeze makes you whimper, he brings his face to your mound and he inhales you, the soft sound ending in a vulgar moan. A shiver wraps down your spine when he looks up at you, lust fanning across his blue eyes.
“Fuck me.” You breathe out, “Need you so bad, Ransom.”
“Ran-.” Before you can roll your eyes, he has you on top of him. Your hands splayed across his chest, a gasp forming in your throat when he lines himself up, that first thrust into your body is something you’ll never get used to, your walls burning and stretching as Ransom guides you down his thick cock. You feel so full as you take every inch.
“Fuck yourself on my cock and feel better Princess.” You can’t lie, you love it when he tells you what to do, under any other circumstances his arrogant tone would make you fire off a snappy retort, but he rolls his hips just a little, and fuck, all thoughts go out your head with that first deep push into you.
He doesn’t have to ask you again because you want him too bad right now to tease. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel wild and beautiful. You meet his powerful strokes, your nails digging into his chest as you bounce on him. You forget about everything but how deep he is with each frantic snap of your hips. Intense sensations pulsating through you as he fucks you. God, he may be an asshole, but he can make you feel things no other man can.
“Hey princess,” He grunts, his hands moving to your hips. Ransom licks his lips, knowing he’s about to get the ride of his life. Your tight cute little pussy feels good but he knows how to make it feel even better.
“Mmph,” you moan in response, losing yourself in your pleasure. Shit, you already getting close. You just need him to do that one more time-
“Maybe if you did a better job, your boss wouldn’t have to yell at you princess.”
“What?” Your eyes snap open and you freeze. Your hands twitch on his chest, your thighs burning as you hold yourself up.“Ex-excuse me?”
Ransom’s eyes flicker down between your bodies, only the head of his cock in your cunt, the rest of him covered in your slick, he smiles up at you, a flash of pearly white teeth, his brow raised as he repeats his statement. Your orgasm fades as you stare down at his handsome face. His grip tightens on you and he shrugs one broad shoulder. “It sounds like you need to step up and be a team player.”
Your mouth flounders open. Frustration and rage boil in your chest, you search for words, finally spluttering out an indignant. “What the fuck did you say?”
Narrowing your eyes, you press your nails into his skin, slowly shaking your head. “Stop it.”
His smile widens, and you know he’s about to say something horrid. His smile widens and he grabs your waist and pushes you down. Ransom states, ever so casually, “See that right there is probably why your boss is hard on you.”
Your chest heaves, it’s getting harder to control your anger, you don’t even realize that you're clenching down on his cock.
Ransom almost groans when you throb around him, your hot, silky walls wrapped around him so fucking tight. He knows you’re livid. He knows.
Ransom raises his head off the pillow. “You don’t listen. Maybe if you did, your boss wouldn’t have to repeat-”
You lose it, shrieking and pushing at his chest. You buck your hips, trying to twist off him, frenzied, desperate movements that cause your pussy to slide up and down his throbbing cock.
“That’s its princess.” He mutters under his breath, his head falling back.” Shit, you feel fucking fantastic” Ransom spouts off more suggestions on how you can do better, his fingers digging into your hips, keeping you on his cock as you fight him. The more you try to get off, the harder and faster you ride him. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter the more he degrades you.
“Good girl,” he groans softly, with a sharp slap to your ass.
You rake your nails down his chest. Leaving angry red trails down his skin as you try to lift your hips, he brings you back down with a wet smack that has your head spinning, you’re unable to contain your thin, high wail when he hits your soft spongy spot. Fuck him, he does it again, and yes fuck him.
Incredible sensations pulse through you, your mouth opens in a wordless scream as he keeps hitting that spot so good and hard, his swollen head brushing over it again and again. Your breath hitching in your chest, belly tensing as you get closer and closer-
“See, practice being quiet just like that and you might do better at your job,” he taunts breathlessly, his glowing blue eyes studying your face. Ransom plants his feet on the bed, waiting for the words to register.
“Let go you piece of shit.” You glare down at him, sneering, “Hugh, you piece of shit- oh godohfuck.”
Ransom thrusts up into your dripping cunt, angling just right, so fast and deep you shriek. “Oh fuck, oh fuck you, fuck you.”
He may be an ass but the way he moves inside you has coils firing rapidly in your belly, pleasure swirling hotter and hotter until you snap. Your orgasm washing over you as you cry out his name. Your walls fluttering and milking his cock as you mindlessly grind down.
You cry out, holding your fist against your mouth. "S’good, fuck you s’good."
He's not going to admit it but you're best he's had and damn he's going to have to get you worked up like this more often. You clench down again and he feels you coming apart and his body stiffens. Ransom loses his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, his pace erratic as he chases his own high until he spills in you, warmth filling your spasming core.
You fall on his scratched, sweaty chest, wishing you had marked him up more.
“You are the worst boyfriend,” you pant in his ear, smiling at his hiss when you press your nail into one of the red trails you created.
“Love you too princess.” He also knows he up for round two and he’s still inside the best girl he's ever had. “So if you really want to impress your boss, you should start dressing better.”
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pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
summary: dating an avenger came with occasionally dealing with a stressed out boyfriend. part of you always thought the frustration that was plaguing him was due to his career, another part thought he might have found someone else. one night after drinking with thor, steve comes home and confirms your suspicions.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: fluff, insecurities, angst, alcohol & mead consumption, smut, slight dub/con (tagging just to be safe, though all parties are willing) oral (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, dumbification, captain kink, spanking, choking, unprotected sex, cream pie, infidelity, cursing, yelling !!! 18+ minors do not interact !!!
notes: hello! this is my submission for @sweetlyscared #SweetlySad1KChallenge, congrats love 💗! i'm truly a sucker for angst. for some reason i love breaking my own heart when reading so i hope you all enjoy!
Steven Grant Rogers is the love of your life. Even after being together for two years, you were still in shock that America's poster boy had chosen you to be a part of his life.
You were a photographer, always choosing to hide behind the lens instead of in front of it. The day the two of you met, you were walking through the park while the sun was beginning to set. Trying to get the perfect shot of the sun hitting the skyline, you suddenly plunged to the ground due to a massive weight smothering you.
The mass didn't overwhelm you for long though as the gentlemen who ran into you raised up to his full six foot, two inch stature. Extending a hand to you and rambling apologies to you in the process. You grasped the rough appendage which hoisted your being up. When you finally registered the intruder, you suddenly got lost in his eyes, almost immediately recognizing the Avenger.
“I'm so sorry ma'am,” he apologized, “I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?”
You tried to keep your composure towards the super soldier, but responded like a stuttering mess. “Y-yes, I’m fine Captain Rogers. It's alright.”
Taking a quick look over to make sure you weren't injured, he noticed your camera lens was cracked due to the fall.
You looked down and saw the damaged device and a frustrated sigh left your lips. It was your favorite film camera, a Mamiya RZ67 II. A gift you received last year from your father for your twenty-fifth birthday.
“I didn't mean for that to happen, miss. I can buy you a new one-”
“No it's alright,” you quickly dismissed him, “Don't worry about it, I have plenty of others at home.” You don't know why you lied to him at that moment. Maybe it's because you didn't want to inconvenience the man, another part was due to not wanting him to pity you.
“Well at least let me make it up to you. There's a coffee shop around the corner, may I buy you a drink?”
Smiling up at the captain, you softly responded, “Sure I’d like that.” This time you were the one to extend a hand out.
The two of you walked side by side to the coffee house while conversing with one another. When you two reached your destination, he pulled out your chair for you like a gentleman and sat across from you. After ordering your desired items, the two of you ended up lost in conversation. You told him about your job as a photographer and he told you all about his love for the arts.
After an hour of discussing interests with one another, Steve noticed it had gotten dark and offered to walk you home. Accepting his invitation, you two went the 15 minute path towards your apartment.
Walking you to your door, Steve looked down at you with longing in his eyes. Constantly having to defend the Earth, he never had the chance to find love again. But after meeting you, he knew you were too special to let slip past him.
“I know this might be a little too forward, but would you be interested in accompanying me to dinner sometime? I promise I won't break anything else of yours, including your heart,” he quipped jokingly.
You felt your heart beat erratically in your chest, which you were almost certain his super soldier hearing could detect.
“I would be honored.”
A little over two years have gone by since your first encounter with the blonde. The two of you had been going strong and it seemed as if you were a match made in heaven. So when did you start to feel so alone in this relationship?
Dating an Avenger, you quickly realized the toll that saving the world took on the man. In the beginning, Steve would head to your apartment after a mission, deflated. He would shut you out, particularly after a tough mission, not wanting to release any tension and frustration out on you. Though you understood, you just wished he would let you be there for him.
After an intense discussion with him about his behavior, he realized how much his attitude was affecting you and promised to be more open and understanding of your feelings.
The two of you proceeded to live a healthier life together. He stopped leaving you in the dark, and it worked for a while, until it didn't.
For the past few months, the stress had been getting to him more and more. He'd be quick to snap at you for the most mundane things, grabbing his coat and walking out the door. You figured it was just work that was affecting your boyfriend's mood again.
One evening, after another argument fell upon the two of you, he did his usual escape routine, leaving you to stew in your frustrations by your lonesome. You were starting to feel helpless. Steve stopped opening up to you. He started spending more nights at the compound, instead of wrapped up in your arms.
There was a small part of you that thought he was cheating on you. You never tried to confront him about it because you never wanted to believe your boyfriend could commit such an act towards you. So you kept your doubts in the recesses of your mind. But every time a fight would break out and he'd leave, those suspicious thoughts kept growing and growing till it was constantly on the forefront of your mind. Deciding that you would talk to the blonde in the morning, you got ready for bed.
You were deep in sleep when you heard the front door open and close. Heavy footsteps trudging to your room, Steve entered the bedroom. Quickly sitting up, you noticed that the time on your alarm clock read 3:47 a.m. You looked and made out the features of your boyfriend with the help of the moon shining through your apartment window. His eyes were glossed over, and slightly red. But you could not miss the way his pupils were lust-blown.
“I'm sorry, princess. Let me make it up to you.”
Stalking towards the bed, he removed the covers of your body revealing your bare legs. You had nothing but his t-shirt that practically swallowed your whole being and a pair of blue cotton panties which were tightly covering your mound.
Steve quickly removed his clothing before crawling up the bed and residing right in front of your clothed heat. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties and slowly dragged them down the expanse of your legs. A string of your arousal connecting your cunt to your panties made him groan in desire.
“Always so wet for me,” he moaned, “Always so good for your Captain.”
Steve dove tongue first into your cunt, swirling his tongue against your clit and sucking it with ferocious hunger. Sitting back on his haunches, he manhandled your body to where he was holding your lower half in the air allowing him to feast on your pussy, while your shoulders and head were the only thing connecting yourself to the bed.
Sticking two fingers into your sopping heat, he dragged the rough pads alongside your walls making sure to reach the spongy spot that he knew all too well. Your breathy moans filled the room, music to his ears.
You could feel yourself on the brink of your orgasm, as could he, so he ate you through it. Your juices coating the lower half of his face like a second skin when you came. He continued to lap you up, only stopping when the overstimulation got too much and you pushed his head away.
Chuckling to himself, he gripped your waist, flipping you on your hands and knees, giving him the perfect view of your ass. Steve gave you a few hard spanks to your right cheek, feeling the area warm up due to his assault.
Pumping his already hard shaft, he didn’t even warn you before plunging deep within your confines. You both loudly groaned at the pleasurable intrusion.
With the Asguardian liquor flowing through his veins, he began to pummel deep into you. Repeatedly slamming the head of his dick against your g-spot, it had you seeing stars.
Sex between the two of you was always soft and gentle. Being used to the languid strokes, Steve was showing a new side to you. Animalistic grunts escaped his throat as he continued to use your body as he saw fit.
“Who’s your Captain?” his authoritative voice boomed in your ears.
Never being talked to like this in the bedroom, you didn’t know how to respond.
Growing impatient, Steve grabbed you up by your neck still driving himself in and out of you. He was choking you while your back was pressed against his sweaty chest. Without skipping a beat, he practically growled in your ear. “I asked you a fucking question, who the fuck is your Captain?”
There was a warning bell sounding off in your head, telling you that this was a completely different Steve that you fell in love with and made love to. But the rough ministrations being performed had you in a lust driven daze. You became so overwhelmed by his pounding that the only sound leaving your lips were various babbles and moans.
“Aw,” he cooed, “Look at you getting all stupid on my cock.”
He pulled out his dick, admiring the wet sheen you left behind on it before delivering rough, quick pumps to your dripping hole.
“Getting all cock drunk just for me. You missed this, didn't you? Me fucking you hard and rough just how you like it.”
Suddenly, you were brought out of your trance. Missed this? The two of you never went this aggressively in the sheets. You tried some more to collect your thoughts, but the more he rutted into you, the more out of touch with your senses you became.
“That’s right you whore.”
“You kept begging for my dick all night. Now. Take. It. Like. The. Dumb. Whore. You. Are.” he accentuated every word with a snap of his hips.
You were on the precipice of your second orgasm of the night, and you could tell Steve was close by the way he was losing control over his thrusts.
“Oh fuck Sharon, I’m ‘bouta cum. Fuck!”
Your body instantly froze. Part of you thought you were hallucinating. What did he just say? Did he just call you Sharon? The sudden rush of realization hit you like a truck. Every ounce of arousal left your system, while you stoically remained perched up on your hands and knees waiting for him to finish behind you.
With a shout of her name for the second time, Steve unloaded inside of you. Ribbons of cum were pumped, coating your walls.
The addition of the mead plus the sudden rush of dopamine to his brain caused him to pull out of your core and flop down on the bed. Within seconds he fell asleep and all you could hear were the soft snores escaping him.
You stay crouched there, looking at your boyfriend with a mix of emotions. Confusion, puzzling you about what the relationship was like between him and Agent 13. Anger caused you to shake due to the betrayal you felt. And finally sadness took over you last. Did Steve leave you every time after a fight to go to her? Did he fuck her like that whenever they were together?
Though shock was starting to form and take over your brain, you slowly stood up off the bed, trying to ignore the pain that was produced by his assault. Making your way to the shower, you turned on the hot water, not even caring about the rising temperature. You stood with your back facing the shower head, the scalding temperature that was burning your back delivered a pain that wasn’t even in comparison to the agony you felt in your chest.
Steve, the love of your life, the man who promised you the world, was cheating on you, and he thought he was fucking his coworker while in bed with you.
Thankful for the sounds of the water droplets hitting the floor, you allowed the noise to mask your own sobs.
After standing in the shower until the water turned cold, you stepped out and dried yourself off. Your body in autopilot mode, you dried your hair, applied lotion to your figure and threw on a pair of sweats you found in the nearby hamper, not even caring that they were dirty.
You walked out of the bedroom and stared at the super soldier sleeping. Your brain couldn’t process which emotion to feel, so you dragged yourself to the kitchen to get away from the man. Pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels off your bar cart, you decided to forgo a glass and enjoy the auburn liquid straight from the container.
Though you were drinking, your brain was going a mile a minute making you immune to succumbing to slumber. So you sat there and waited. Waited for Steve to wake up to see if he had the balls to come forward with the truth.
It was around 8 in the morning when Steve woke up. Though he was not plastered drunk after meeting up with Thor, he still had some difficulty remembering the night prior.
Registering that he was back at your place, Steve reached out to his right in search of you but found your side of the bed cold. Climbing out of the bed in search of you, he called out your name. Pulling on his underwear and t-shirt, he walked out of the room and was met with the sight of you nursing a bottle of liquor and sitting at the kitchen table, your eyes bloodshot as if you had been crying for hours. Steve started to march towards you but once you noticed his presence, you put your hand up, stopping him in his tracks.
“Hey shutterbug, what’s going on? Did something happen?”
You laughed at his concern. With three-fourths of a bottle of Jack dancing in your bloodstream, it somehow made you remember the events of last night even clearer.
“I should’ve known something was up when you called me ‘princess’ last night. You’ve never called me that. It’s always been, shutterbug.”
Steve was trying to figure out what was plaguing your mind, but you stood up and continued.
“And then- oh god. Then you asked me who my fucking Captain was, as if I fucking work for you?” you exclaim incredulously. Wobbling back and forth, Steve tried to help balance you but that just made you move away from his touch.
“I should’ve realized something then. I mean I did for a while. The fact that you started staying more at the compound instead of here with me. How you’d always leave after every argument. Fuck- is that why for the past 3 months you’ve only been fucking me doggystyle? You can’t get off by thinking about her if you’re stuck looking at my face?” Your drunken state of mind causing you to ramble.
The Avenger stood stuck in place. There was a twinge of guilt and fear creeping up on him. How much mead did he drink last night? Did you find out the truth? He tried to speak again but a flash of rage across your face made him immediately close his mouth.
“And then there was the dirty talk. When have you EVER called me those names in bed before Steven? Huh, when? You wanna know what the crazy part was? I started to like it. It was new and kinda exciting. But guess what happened that ruined it? Guess what it was that came out of your mouth that made me want to vomit? Made me want to shut down and hide as far away as possible from you.” You looked at the man standing across from you and could see guilt etched all over his face.
Anger got the better of you, making you throw the bottle in his direction. But due to his super abilities, he side-stepped in time to dodge it. The glass container shattering against the wall, decorating the floor with shards and remnant droplets of bourbon.
“FUCKING ANSWER ME! GUESS WHAT IT WAS THAT YOU SAID?” You were past caring about keeping your composure anymore.
Deciding it was the best time to respond, “I don’t know.”
The second those words left his mouth, you screamed back at him. “SHARON! Agent fucking 13. TWICE, you moaned her name while inside of me. You moaned another woman’s name while you were inside of your girlfriend of two years!” you said incredulously.
The tears started to flow freely down your face. Steve slowly stepped towards you, and since you weren’t moving away he went ahead and pulled you into his arms. He was muttering apologies into your ear while rubbing your back. You were so numb, his voice started to sound muffled as if you were underwater.
After five minutes of him traping you in his embrace, you pulled away, your face devoid of all emotions. Your eyes were cold, distant, something in the past two years of your relationship he had never seen before.
“How long?” you asked coldly. You just needed to know the truth.
“Steven. Grant. Rogers. How long have you been cheating on me?”
He looked like a guilty animal. Eyes downcast, shoulders slumped, he was guilty, you both knew that. The least he could do was have the decency to admit the truth.
“5 months. When she came with me on a mission to Madripoor. We were laughing, and having a good time and one thing led to another and-,” you didn’t have the stomach to be able to listen to him finish.
Stalking over to your apartment door, you opened it and pointed towards the hall.
“(Y/N), you gotta understand she means nothing to me. You’re the one I’m in love with.” He pleaded with you, but you just held that same expressionless look on your face.
“Captain Rogers, it would be for the best if you left. Now.”
There was no malice or sadness in your tone, you just sounded exhausted. It was at that moment, Steve knew how badly he ruined his life. Heading back into your bedroom, he stepped into his jeans and slid on his jacket and shoes before heading back to your foyer.
Looking at you one more time, hoping to ask for one more chance, you avoided his eyes like the plague. Taking the message, he stepped out of your apartment and the door was slammed shut before he even had the chance to turn around.
Deciding it was best to leave you alone, he walked down the flights of stairs, tears falling down his eyes. Steve knew he had no right to feel sorrow, he was the one who cheated. He was the one who broke your heart.
Back inside of the apartment, you stumbled over to the couch, deep in thought.
You thought the world of Steve. He made you a better person. He cheered you up when times were bad. He boasted about your photography skills to anyone who listened. He made you feel like the most important woman in the world.
You thought back to the first day you two met. How he ran into you at the park that day, offering you coffee as a way of saying sorry.
You laid down on the couch and thought about how besides breaking your camera when you first met, he also broke the first promise he made to you as you cried yourself to sleep.
“I promise I won't break anything else of yours, including your heart.”
A/N: okay… so i broke my own heart and started tearing up when i was writing this.
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r. chris evans x reader | w. 1.2k | cw. nsfw +18, minors dni. pregnancy sex, cockwarming, a lot of fluff with a splash of smut.
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summary. Living with Chris taught you that sometimes your plans don't work as you expect, not that it makes it any less fun.
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It was a lazy day at the Evans’ household. Ever since the pandemic started, you were living with Chris. It took everyone by surprise, including you two; what started out as a week together turned into an indefinite stay, that just turned into full on living together. Not that any of you mind. Being together for almost two years now, Chris and you had created a little routine. Mornings were usually spent getting everything ready for the day, Chris liked to workout with you, walking Dodger and, in the afternoons, Chris would usually spend them doing some interviews or just getting caught up with his work, while you focused on your writing. Being who he was, and with you trying to make a name for yourself as a writer, you both agreed to keep your relationship private. You had a blast reading all the theories about who Chris was dating, so far no one had any idea.
However, you were planning on correcting that soon. Two months ago, Chris proposed to you, and three weeks ago you found out you were pregnant. Chris insisted he wanted to show you off, you were his and you were having his baby, he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. So, you decided to join him in an award show where they ask him to present. Everything was ready, you found the perfect dress, Chris had his suit, all you had to do was wait for the reveal day. Rarely things go as you plan with this man.
You were feeling particularly needy lately, your doctor said it was perfectly normal, just your hormones acting up. Chris loved this. You couldn’t believe after spending all this time together the man wasn’t sick of you, but no matter how many arguments you may have, you always came back to each other. Today you were specially craving his attention. From the moment he got up from the bed, you clung on to him like a koala while he just carried you around the house, giving you little kisses and back rubs. Unfortunately, Chris had some meetings to get done. So, you laid on the couch in front of him cuddling Dodger while he worked, which cause you to fall asleep at some point.
Chris couldn’t help to look in your direction every once in a while, you looked adorable like this and he took some pictures of you, taking advantage of your unconscious state. It had been a couple hours since he started, Chris was tired and all he wanted was to lay down and cuddle with his girl. He was so focus on the interview; he didn’t notice you had woken up. Dodger was wiggling his tail trying to get you to play with him, but he ended slapping your face with his fur, causing you to sneeze. You were so immersed in trying to calm the puppy, you forgot you weren’t supposed to make any noise and when you heard a cheerful Bless you! you immediately thanked her before freezing and staring at Chris in horror.
Looking at how scared you were, Chris was torn between laughing and comforting you. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do either, as the reporter just focused on asking him who that was.
– Well, we weren’t planning on announcing this right now. But I guess this is as good time as any. – As he signaled you to come close, you cursed under your breath and tried to fix your hair the best you could. This was definitely going to be trending in minutes, and you didn’t want to look like someone that literally just woke up from an afternoon nap. Once you were close enough, Chris widened his legs so could sit comfortably in his lap and left a kiss on your temple feeling how nervous you were – This is my beautiful fiancée, [y/n].
The interview went on for another half hour, the reporter wanted to know all the details, specially how you’ve been together for all this time without anyone knowing. At some point, Chris snaked his hands under your sweater and rested on your belly as you laid against his chest. His presence comforted you and it made it easier to deal with the new unexpected attention. Turns out, the interview was a success, Chris phone was already buzzing with everyone’s messages and he honestly felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. When it was finally over, you turned around and curled in Chris’ chest in your original koala-position.
– You were perfect, sweetheart. I’m sure by now everyone’s already as in love with you as I am. – That made you huff as you hid your face in his neck –
– Sure, especially all the ones that were already in love with you are gonna be thrilled you’re getting married.
– Well, I am. Very much. I can’t wait for you to be Ms. Evans. – He whispered the last part against your ear as he rubbed your back –
– We’re only a few days away. Soon everyone will know you’re mine – You raised your head beaming at him, he chuckled at your excitement before leaving a sweet kiss in your lips. You tilted your head motioning to his ringing phone – Aren’t you gonna check that, bubba?
– It can wait – He shrugged his shoulders, before pulling your hands around his hips and standing up with you in his arms – How you feeling, bug? Any sickness?
– I’m okay, just a little tired.
– How about I run a bath and then we have some dinner, huh?
– Yes, please!
A few minutes later the bath was already filled with warm water, your favorite scents filling the air. While getting everything ready and stripping your clothes you made some small talk, just wanting to hear each other’s voices, Chris making silly dad jokes just to get you to giggle and tell him he was going to be an amazing dad, he already nailed the old man jokes, which prompted a tickling session. Once you were in the tub, you were on top of him, washing his hair while he scrubbed your body.
– Do you mind if I try something, baby? I need be close to you.
There was minimal to no space between the two of you, but you still gave him a smile a nodded, you were usually the needy one and you loved every time Chris would be the one needing more. Roaming his fingers down your body, he reached your center and slowly played with your clit until he could feel the special wetness coming out of your pussy and you were fiddling in his grasp. Your own hand started to stroke his already hard cock, before he pulled your hand away and lined himself to thrust into you with a grunt.
– That’s it. Just like that, baby. Warm me up, won’t you? – You bit your lip and nodded, taking a deep inhale to stop yourself from grinding against him. You knew that’s not what he wanted, and to be honest, you didn’t mind this.
It wasn’t about fucking, just the feeling of being full. Being as close as possible, your perfect little family, all in one place. Sharing soft kisses and giggles, you stayed in the bath until the water started to cool off. It’s safe to say that new ritual became a permanent part of your life at home, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Title: Come Away with Me
Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female!Reader
Rating: Explicit [ if you are under 18 do not interact]
Word Count: 1603
Warnings: fluff, f x m smut, sex outside, self indulgent, oral sex
Summary: You and Curtis go away for the weekend
Author's Note: This is purely self indulgent. Those Chris photo’s had me feeling some type of way and I always see any buzzcut Chris photo’s as an AU Curtis Everett. So enjoy this or not, I know I am. Un’beta so mistakes are my own.
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Copy this. Print off that. Go get coffee for the entire office. Now file these papers away and make these phone calls. All day, every day. A repetition of meaningless tasks meant to make you earn your position at the office you interned for. You had to climb up the ladder, even though you were qualified. Nobody ever got anywhere without kissing a few asses and answering a few phones, your father had told you when you complained. You knew he was right but it didn’t make you feel any less shitty when all you did all day had nothing to do with the job you applied for.
It leads to you being exhausted. Cranky. Anxious. Worried. Everyone reminded you that this was just how it was when you were starting out and even though they were right, you didn’t have to like it. When Friday finally came around you were exhausted at being around people and being “on” all the time.
As soon as you clocked out you headed straight home, not wanting to make small talk with anyone or deal with anyone. Getting home you slipped out of your shoes and fell face first onto your couch with a heavy sigh. For months you’d been going and going without taking any time to yourself because you wanted to be successful but you had reached a point where you needed to take a break. A break that didn’t didn’t include you staying at your apartment and binge watching some random show on Netflix. Things had been overwhelming for you and you just needed a break, maybe go off the grid for the weekend and just have some peace and quiet.
When your boyfriend, Curtis, comes home you’re still laying on the couch. Without a word he comes over and scoops you up into his arms and sits down, allowing you to curl up. He presses a kiss on your forehead and rubs your back gently.
“What’s wrong, angel?” He asks, his voice soft but just a little rough around the edges. It brought a comfort to you that nothing else ever could.
“I just need a break. Everything is just too much right now.” You say, laying your head on his shoulder.
“Then let’s go away for the weekend.” Curtis suggested. “The weather is getting nice and we can go camping out by the lake. It’s been awhile since we’ve done that.”
You look up at him with hopeful eyes, “Really?You wanna do that? I would love that, actually.”
Curtis leans down and kisses you softly, running his thumb over your cheek. “I do. I think it would be nice for us to get out of the apartment and into the fresh air. Besides, I've missed the lake.”
You smile, really smile for the first time that week, and nod. That’s what you needed, a weekend out in nature away from everything but your boyfriend and peaceful things. You always enjoyed being out in nature and the peace that it brought you. You knew without a doubt it would bring you the same peace it always did, this time.
A few hours later you were on the road. A couple of bags packed, the tent in the car, and a cooler full of food was all that you needed for the weekend trip. You sing along to the radio as your favorite songs played, laughing with Curtis and feeling free for the first time since you started your new job.
The further away from the city you got, the better you felt. You felt more free, able to laugh and smile without worrying about who you needed to get coffee for or what copies you needed to make, you could just exist and not worry about it.
Curtis looks over at you, a smile that echoes your own on his face, and puts his hand on your thigh. “You’re looking better already, angel.”
You place your hand over his and lean over to kiss his cheek. “You alway know exactly what I need to be me again. Thank you baby.”
“Of course I do, you’re my angel. Be something wrong if I didn’t know how to make you happy.”
You drove for a few hours before you reached the campsite. You liked that it was so far out from the city because you didn’t have to deal with the sound of cars and all the city noises. As soon as Curtis parks the car you jump out of it, arms spread as you dance around in the fresh air. The smile on your face wasn’t anything like how you had been feeling and you loved it. You felt like you again.
After dancing around for a few moments, Curtis laughing softly as he watches you, you start to help Curtis unpack the car and set up the tent. The tent was always a hassle to set up with teamwork. You were able to get the tent up in about 45 minutes. Sitting back on your heels you look at Curtis and fuck you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have someone like him in your life.
Not only was he the most attentive and best boyfriend you could have ever asked for, he was also looking downright sinful right now. White jeans that were dirty from putting the tent up, open jean shirt with nothing underneath… it was giving you thoughts that were downright filthy. As if he could read your mind, Curtis turns and looks at you, a knowing smirk on your lips.
“What are you looking at, angel?”
“I’m looking at you. You look.. Fuck, you just look really good right now.” You say, not ashamed at how he made you feel or the fact that his dirty appearance turned you on.
Curtis crawls over to you, smirking at you. He reaches out and cups your face, thumb running across your cheek. “Do I? You’re looking at me like you want to devour me, angel.”
“You know I would devour you any chance I get, baby.” You say, leaning into his touch.
You grab onto his jean jacket and pull him close, slamming your lips against his with a moan.You have no shame when it comes to how much you want Curtis, making it known by how you push close to him, trying to hint at that you wanted the two of you to be inside the tent.
“Been a while since you’ve been this feisty, angel. Maybe I need to take you out of the apartment more often.” Curtis chuckles, pulling you with him as he crawls into the tent.
He was right, since you started your job your sex drive had been down and you hadn’t wanted to do much. But now you were feeling it and all you wanted was him.
“Been too long baby. I want you. I need you to fuck me.” You say, starting to pull your clothes off. Curtis follows your lead and pulls his clothes off as well.
He pulls you close, his lips ghosting over your skim. Pricks of pleasure follow his touches as he makes his way down your body. He hooks his arms around your legs and lowers his head between your thighs, placing a delicate kiss on your lower lips before he licks between your folds, pushing his tongue inside of you.
Curtis always eats you out better than any many had ever eaten you out. He pays attention to the little things, how your body reacts, what makes you gasp and shake. He curls his tongue in this way that always makes your body light on fire. His fingers play with you declately, fingers running over your clit, rubbing it softly and pulling the most breathless of moans from your lips.
You rock your hips up, your hands tangled in his hair as he eats you out. He moans against you, getting you wet and riled up before he pulls away and kisses his way back up your body. You reach for him, pulling his face to yours for a deep kiss, moaning softly as he pushes inside of you.
You needed the connection as much as you needed to get off. You enjoyed the intimacy that always came with having Curtis this close, buried inside of you and fucking you with a passion that only he can capture. It didn’t matter if you got off, didn’t matter if you cum, what mattered was the closeness that you two shared.
Nails dragging down his back, leaving faint lines and marks as he fucks you hard, whispers of dirty words in your ear. You loved him. You loved him fucking you. This was what you needed, what you wanted to get out of your head.
A steady build of pressure, of an orgasm that you knew would have you seeing stars. You move with him, bringing your leg up to wrap around him and with a gasp of his name you cum, body shaking against him. He keeps thrusting into you, just a few more times before he buries his cock deep and cums inside of you.
“I love you angel.” Curtis murmurs against your lips, still buried inside of you.
“I love you too. Fuck I need that.” You breathe out a laugh, holding him close.
“There’s plenty more where that came from this weekend. I’m going to spend the time spoiling you, angel.”
“Good.” You pull away enough to look at him with a smile.
You were glad that you went away with him for the weekend. He always knew what you needed.
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WOULD YOU LIKE TO GRAB A CUP OF COFFEE?
Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader
Summary: After moving to Boston merely two months ago, the reader is finally settling in the new city. Meeting new people has however been difficult. She enjoys the company of her dog, Roxy and the two often go out on long walks exploring the city. One day they were taking random turns on their walk and they end up at a dog park where she is approached by a tall stranger and his dog. By taking those random turns, meeting him might have been faith.
Warnings: none, just fluff
Words: 2,8+ K
A/N: I was thinking about writing a part two for this story and see how the relationship between Chris and the reader develops. So if you are interessed in a part two, let me know! Enjoy!
WOULD YOU LIKE TO GRAB A CUP OF COFFEE?
Y/N’s point of view
It was a beautiful day in Boston. It was the weekend and myself and Roxy and no plans. We loved walking and exploring the city or the nature surrounding it and Roxy would always join me. Since it was such a beautiful spring day, we were going to wander around Boston, our new home. I was glad I moved to Boston. I was ready for a new start. Being headhunted by my current employer gave me that new start. I saw it as an adventure, a new chance, an opportunity to rebuild my life, meet new friends and who knows what more.
However, moving to a different city is never easy, but moving to a city where you don’t know anyone, is even harder. And I really only knew Roxy. She moved with me to Boston. She is my best friend, the one I could always rely on. She is the one I am waking up next to, waking me up with her wet nose. She is the one who was always happy when I returned home. She is the one who wouldn’t stop wagging her tail until I got down and laid on the floor next to her. My best friend in the world and the only friend I had in Boston, was my dog Roxy.
"What way will we go next?" I asked Roxy. My dog looked up at me and she tilled her head. Her brown eyes filled with confusion. I turned around, not really knowing where we were. We had been walking around mindlessly for more than an hour. Exploring our new city, making random turns, not knowing where we would end up. When we turned around the next corner there was a park, a dog park. There were plenty of dogs running around, off leash.
"Let’s go Rox." We walked towards the park and I opened the gate. There were clearly more dogs than people. I bend down and squatted next to Roxy. I petted her head and gave her a quick kiss before I took her leash off.
"Have fun." I whispered next to her ear and she ran of. I got up and looked around. My eyes fell on a bench under a tree. I walked over there and took a seat. I searched the park for Roxy. She wasn’t perse the most social dog. Not that she would ever be mean to another dog, but she enjoys sniffing around, observing from a distance, rolling in the grass, sitting in the sun. She looked like me, I too preferred observing from a distance and sitting in the sun. In that moment, that was exactely what we were both doing. The sun was out and despite it only being spring, it was warm. I was glad that the tree provided some shade. I looked up at the clear blue sky and took a deep breath. Quiet moments like this gave me time to think. Think about home, about my family and friends and how much I miss them. Think about the things I missed, like the walks I weekly had with my friend and her dog, or the sunday brunches with my parents. Remembering the people I loved, the little habbits and traditions we had and how I had nothing here but Roxy, made me sad. I usually wasn't the type to get homesick, and I loved my new job and the city I moved to, but it was still hard. Building up a life somewhere completely new, was something I underestimated. From day one I was swamped with work, I was tired when I got home and didn’t feel like going out to meet new people. Meaning that after living here for two months, I still didn’t really know a lot of people, let alone have a real relationship with anyone. I suddenly felt empty and alone. I brought my legs up and crossed them. I bend my head down and looked at my hands and I let the sadness wash over me.
Chris' point of view
I returned to my car to get Dodger. We had lunch at my mum's house and I had just quickly went to the jeweler to give them my watch, since it needed repairing. I knew there was a dog park near the jewelery store, I had noticed it the last time I was here. "Hello buddy, come here." I opened the door of the car and grabbed his leash. He was quick to jump out. I put my sunglasses on and headed towards the park.
"Hold on Dodge, give me a moment to take your leash off." I chuckled to see how excited he was. The second he was free, he ran off. I looked around, there were many people. I hoped I wouldn’t be recognised. The sunglasses combined with my baseball provided me with some anonymity. Whilst looking around the park, to see if any benches were available, I spotted a girl sitting alone on one of the benches. She looked sad, or at least that was the impression I got. She first looked up at the sky and after a moment she crossed her legs and looked at her hands. Without really realising it, I started closing the distance between her and I. Something about her intrigued me. She was wearing a bright red t-shirt, ripped blue jeans and white converse sneakers. Her hair framed her face, strands of her hair were dancing in the cool spring breeze. The sun kissed her skin, she had subtle rosy glow around her cheeks. I was now close enough to see her take a deep breath. I stopped walking when she looked up. Her eyes were roaming the park and she suddenly smiled. A genuine smile. The sadness had disappeared quickly and got replaced with pure, honest joy. I was mesemerized by her smile and I followed her eyes to see what caused this sudden shift in her emotional state. And I saw her looking at Dodger and another dog playing and running around. Seeing her go from sadness to absolute happiness within a second by something so simple was a beautiful sight. I looked back at her, resuming walking over to her and before I knew it, words were slipping my mouth.
“I guess that’s your dog tiring out mine.” She looked up in surprise, indicating she never noticed I was here.
“Or yours is tiring out mine.” Her tone of voice soft, a friendly smile on her face.
“Can I join you?” I pointed at the bench.
“Sure.” She uncrossed her leg and moved a bit to the left side of the bench, so there was more room for me on the right side.
“I’m Chris by the way and that rascal over there is Dodger.” I informed her as I sat down. She giggled at my comment.
“Nice to meet you Chris. I’m Y/N and my little rascal is called Roxy.”
“She has a lot of energy.”
“It’s actually great to see her like this. She has always been pretty reserved, even more so after we moved here. So seeing her playing with your dog is just amazing.”
“When did you move here?”
“About two months ago.”
Y/N point of view
I was simply enjoying the silence, being alone with my own thoughts. Granted, they weren't the happiest of thoughts, until I saw Roxy playing around with another dog. I felt relieved and filled with joy when I saw her running and jumping around with another dog. I was so lost in my own world that I hadn’t noticed the man standing near me. I flinched when he spoke first. I looked up and saw a tall man, broad shoulders, wearing a blue sweater. He had a beard, plump lips and rozy cheeks. But I was unable to see the rest of his facial features. His eyes covered by sunglasses and he was wearing a baseball cap. I could only see some strands of hair escaping from under his cap. He asked to join me on the bench and I was suprised. The man seemed to be interessed in a chat, small talk. Strangely enough it made me nervous, he made me nervous. The stranger looked impressive. Nonetheless, he had a soft, warm voice, one that could make me weak in my knees. A Boston accent noticable, indicating he was a local.
The conversation felt natural, easy. He wanted to know more about me, what I did, my hobbies, where I came from and I started talking about my life, job and home. A strange mixture of joy and sadness washed over me. He noticed it.
"Is it hard being away from home?" He suddenly asked, he sounded so sincere.
"It actually is. I miss my famliy and friends, but I also have time to miss them. My life consists of working, sleeping, eating, walking with Roxy and more working. It has been harder than anticipated to build new friendships. When I see my neighbours I greet them, but they are an elderly couple. I have a good connection with some coworkers and we have met for drinks before, but I can’t really call it a friendship. I talk to my friends and family, but with the time difference the calls have to be scheduled." I took a moment before I continued. "I just somehow thought it would be easier. I even joined a spinning class to meet people, make new friends, but everyone there already went with a friend." I was ranting, my frustration being noticable. I realised my tone and I looked at the stranger sitting on the other side of the bench. "I am sorry, I didn’t mean to go there and drop all of this on you." I signed.
"What? No, don’t be! You needed to do some venting, it is healthy. Better to let it out."
"Thank you." He listened, besides that he was kind, he also had a soothing presence. "So what about you?" He had been asking me questions all this time, being interessed about my life, but I wanted to know more about the impressive man sitting next to me.
"What about me?"
"I have told you all about my job, my hobbies, my love for Roxy and me being all friendless. I only know your name is Chris and that you have a cute dog named Dodger. Seems a bit unfair."
"Well, you apperently love to talk." I heard him chuckle.
"Well, I guess you like to listen." I countered.
"You have a lovely voice and I do rather listen than talk." Both our dogs got up again after some time resting in the sun. I whistled and Roxy started scanning the area for me. When she found me, she sprinted in my direction. Dodger was swift to follow. To my suprise she quickly moved on to Chris after she reached me. She sniffed him cautiously and after a few seconds she wagged her tail.
"I guess I just lost the only friend I have in Boston."
"I guess you just did. She is my friend now. Yes you are!" He cooed at Roxy. Meanwhile, Dodger started sniffing my hands. I petted him and he sat down in front of me. His tail wagging on the ground.
"I think we swapped dogs." He started to laugh. He wasn't chuckling anymore, it was a rich, contagious laugh. I faced him and he was already looking at me. Although his sunglasses kept preventing me from seeing his eyes, I could feel his eyes burning holes in my skin. To break the tension, I continued asking him questions. "So, where are you from?" Despite the fact that I already knew the answer, based on his accent, I thought it better to start with a straight forward question.
"I am from Boston, born and raised."
"So you know a lot about this city and its surroundings?"
"I guess I do. But over the last few years I haven’t been here as much as I wanted to. So I recently took a break and it has given me the time to actually be home again. And honestly, I love it. I have finally taken the time to see my family and friends properly. So I guess my situation is the complete opposite of yours."
"It sounds like it is." We were still looking at each other. I was again crossing my legs, but this time I turned my body a quarter, so I was facing Chris. It felt comfortable, talking to him, laughing with him. The nervousness I had felt earlier when he approached me, was completely gone.
Chris' point of view
She turned to face me, her eyes moving between me and our dogs who were laying at our feet. During our talk I saw her relax. Her shoulders dropping, releasing the tension.
"Did work prevent you from being in Boston?" I wanted to avoid talking about my job, I enjoyed the conversation and her presence. The moment my work was mentioned in a conversation, the atmosphere would chance. So I tried to be as shallow as I could be and divert the direction of this conversation to another topic.
"Yes, I have traveled a lot for work. So being home now and knowing I will be home for awhile, feels great."
"So you already said." She chuckled.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to gloat." I rubbed the back of my neck.
"You didn’t, I am just messing with you." She was petting Roxy, while continuing to look at me. There was definitely a tension in the air. I wanted to get closer to her. I shifted a bit, but I knew I could hardly get closer without it being too noticable.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" She raised her brows in surprise.
"Yeah. It is actually also time to head home. So maybe you could walk with me for a while and tell me a bit about the city." She jumped up and Roxy mimicked her. I put the leash on Dodger and followed her.
"So what way is home?" I asked her. We were standing outside the dog park and she was looking around, turning on the spot.
"I don’t know."
"How do you mean, you don’t know?"
"I mean, I don’t know."
"You don’t know what way home is?" "
No, I literally just took random turns and I ended up here."
"So it was pure chance you got here?"
"Pretty much." She took out here phone and typed in her adress and she was given directions. "That way." She pointed behind me and I could see a smile appearing. We started to walk and we were closer to each other now then we were before sitting on the bench. During our walk we passed a few places I pointed out at her. After some time we reached a good restaurant.
"If you are looking for a good Italian restaurant, this is the place to go."
"My favourite kind of food." She looked at me, a twinkle was seen in her eyes. It was like she was tempting me. I was ready to talk again. "Would y..." Her phone gave us new directions and cut me off, I lost my moment.
"This way." She went to the left and grabbed my forearm and pulled me in the right direction. The second she realised what she did, she let go. "I am sorry."
‘I am not.’ I thought to myself. I could still feel her hand where it had been seconds ago, her fingertips where she had dipped them in my skin. The touch, no matter how short, was electric.
"It was an automatic response I guess." I smiled at her awkwardness. I pointed in the direction she pulled me into moments ago, trying to divert her attention away from her awkwardness. "Come on, it is this way." I chuckled to lighten the mood and when I passed her I bumped into her shoulder on purpose. She signed relieved and the tension left her body, shoulders dropping again. I continued walking, she was swift to follow. I knew the moment we had to say goodbye was approaching. But I wanted to see her again, I had to see her again. I had missed my chance to ask her out for dinner, but I had to try again. I wanted to extend this afternoon together for as long as I could.
"You know, there is a great café around the corner. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?" I was nervous.
"No." She simply stated, looking straight at me, no emotions shown. My hands started shacking, sweat was breaking out. Did I read the signs wrong?
"Oh, okay" I couldn’t hide my disappointment, I sounded pathetic. I had to pull myself together. She spoke again, interrupting my thoughts. I could see a sly smile plastered on her face, a playfully twinkle in her eyes.
"If you would ask me to join you for a cup of tea, I might say yes." She giggled and the playfull look still visible. I signed, being relieved and hopeful.
"Can I interest you in joing me for a cup of tea Y/N?"
A/N: Thanks so much for reading this little one shot! Feedback is always appriciated! So come talk to me if you’d like, my inbox is open!
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ex!dilf!bucky coming home after his daughter recital ￼and fucking you in the kitchen
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky can’t handle how you look in that tight dress.
WARNINGS! cheating, 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, public sex, almost got caught, breeding kink, bucky uses his fingers to shut reader up.
your daughter had invited you and your boyfriend, steve, to her dance recital at her school. you were ecstatic that she was finally pursuing something she loved, so of course you said yes without hesitation.
what she didn’t tell you, was that her father, james, would be going also. you had to find that out the hard way. both you and steve went all out, you wore nice clothes and wanted to bring her for ice cream afterwards.
you were in a tight dress that wasn’t too tight for it to be uncomfortable. steve was in a navy dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” steve said.
you waved him off and continued with your lipstick. you hummed as you threw the rest of your makeup in the bag, just in case you needed a touch up.
“you look beautiful.” steve smiled, kissing you. you smiled and held his shoulders. “thank you baby, c’mon.” you said, taking his hand and walking to the car.
you two arrived at the school and walked inside, hand in hand. your face, that once had a wide smile, dropped at the sight of your ex husband, james. you knew he was dropping your daughter off, not that he was staying.
“mom! steve!” your daughter, stella, yelled, running up to you two. you hugged her tightly and lifted her. “my baby! we’re so proud of you.” you said, kissing all over her face.
she squealed and got down, hugging steve. “hey princess.” he smiled, kissing her head. james walked over with a smirk, sticking his hand out. “hi, we haven’t met, m’bucky.” he said to steve.
steve took his hand. “steve, you must be stella’s dad.” steve said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “yeah, he is.” you said, pulling steve away to the seats. steve chuckled at you and sat down.
“stop being jealous babe, i find you more attractive than bucky.” he joked, kissing your cheek. you giggled and shook your head. as if the devil wanted to ruin your day, bucky squeezed in, sitting on the other side of you.
you sighed and placed your head on steve’s shoulder. you felt a hand on your thigh. you were confused because it wasn’t on the thigh next to steve, and why would he reach all the way over to grip your other one?
you looked down and saw bucky’s hands slowly gripping and releasing your thigh. you scoffed and slapped his hand away. bucky smirked and looked over at you.
“hey, steve? m’having a barbecue today f‘stella’s recital if y’two wanna join?” bucky reached over, talking to steve. you rolled your eyes and leaned back. steve smiled and nodded.
“yeah! that would be great, thanks boinky.” steve said. you snorted and hid your face in his shoulder. you knew that was purposeful, because he knew bucky’s name.
bucky looked at you before nodding and sitting back. you smiled and held steve’s hand. the hall lights turned off, signalling that the recital was about to start.
after the recital, you and steve walked out with bucky. “jus’ follow me, i’ll see y’guys there.” bucky smiled at you both. “thanks binky!” steve returned the smile, walking you to the car.
“bucky seems great.” steve nodded as he started to drive. you shook your head and sighed. “you’re going to aggravate him.” you said, fixing your makeup in the small mirror.
steve turned over to you before looking back at the road. “oh yeah? and what’s he going to do?” steve asked, flexing his giant biceps. you smiled and kissed his cheek. “my knight in shining armour.” you teased.
you arrived at bucky’s house after a while driving. “hey bonky!” steve said as he got out, walking in with bucky. stella walked up to you and hugged you. “does steve not like dad?” she asked.
“no, love, he does like him, he just likes jokes more.” you pet her head, walking into the kitchen. bucky put his hand on the small of your back. “he’s a dick.” he whispered into your ear, before moving beside you.
you turned to him with a scowl. “i must have a type then.” you sassed, walking out to the garden with the food for the barbecue. bucky watched you leave with a smirk.
about two hours later, each adult was drunk while all the children were passed out upstairs. “i’m going in to get another drink.” you said, getting up and walking inside.
you walked to the kitchen, being greeted by bucky’s wide smirk. “hey dolly.” he said as he moved away from the fridge. you scoffed and opened the fridge, taking out a drink.
“y’know i hate people mixin’ up my name.” he whispered, pushing his erection against your ass. “i guess m’gonna have t’hit stevie where it hurts.” he bit your shoulder softly.
you hated the affect bucky had on you, he was like a virus. “gonna have t’show him how fuckin’ weak you are.” he spat, moving your hair over and kissing your neck.
you couldn’t believe it, bucky was teasing you while you were standing in the fridge. “you’re mine, forever mine.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. you whimpered slightly, feeling your legs go weak.
bucky smirked and gripped your waist, pulling up your dress. “no panties? t’your daughters recital?” he chuckled. “it’s almost like y’wanted me to fuck ya.” he shook his head.
bucky massaged your ass, earning a small moan. “is stevie touch starvin’ ya?” he smirked, pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to pop out. “y’gotta tell me you want it, petal.” he whispered.
you whined and turned back to look at him. “want it so bad.” you cried. he smirked and slid his tip into you. “who am i t’deprive ya of such a pleasure?” he asked.
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and wiggled your hips. bucky complied, sliding into you deeper. “fuck.” bucky hissed, enjoying your tightness. you threw your head back into his shoulder and grabbed the shelves in the fridge.
bucky’s hand fell over your mouth, his middle and ring finger shoving into your mouth. you felt something cold hit your cheek. you were too cock drunk to even care.
“i’ll be back in a sec!” steve’s voice sounded from the backyard. bucky cursed under his breathe and shoved you into the tiny broom closet, not caring that the fridge was open or that there was barely any space in there.
bucky continued to thrust, making you gasp. “shh, shh, don’t wanna get caught, pretty.” he smirked, biting on your shoulder again. you whimpered and felt the knot in your stomach slowly form.
bucky bottomed out, finally, hitting off your sweet spot without any effort, continuing to assault it with every thrust. you wanted to scream and cry out in pleasure, but his fingers down your throat stopped you from making any voice.
the knot in your stomach was tightening. you felt yourself clench over bucky, making him moan out. “oh god.” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he continued his sloppy thrusts.
your toes curled and you gripped anything you could, coming loose all over bucky. “that’s it, such a good girl.” he whispered. bucky wasn’t far behind, cumming inside of you almost immediately after.
“gonna make you my mommy again, huh? how’s that sound?” he asked, thrusting his warm seed into you. you groaned and pushed him off. “i have no fucking panties you ass!” you whisper-yelled.
bucky chuckled and shrugged. “have fun, i guess.” he said, tucking himself away and walking out. “dick.” you shook your head, trying your hardest to clean yourself up with anything you could find.
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Don’t tryst Elvis 6
Chris Evans x Reader
Since your book promotion event, your heart grow bigger for Chris. He has been nothing but caring and loving all the way. You knew that the premiere of his upcoming movie approaching soon, and you also knew that is your last event as a couple. What is going to be next? You haven’t discussed it with Chris yet.
Your fake husband had similar thoughts. You were everything that he ever wanted. Even though Evans struggled with his commitment issues, he was willing to work on himself, for you.
At the day of his premiere your makeup team arrived early in the morning therefore, you didn’t have chance to see Chris yet. After few hours you excused yourself and knock at your husband door.
Christopher was lost in his thoughts, he turned around to face you, losing a breath, admiring how stunning you are.
You wore a classical dress, your makeup highlighted your natural beauty. You stepped closer, blushing. Christopher hugged you, whispering sweet things of how beautiful you are.
You kissed his cheek and asked:
“Are you ready? Is it already our last event...” You couldn't finish the sentence as you were at the edge of tears.
“Doesn’t have to be, look, please open it” Chris gave you a small box with a bow.
You opened it with shaky hands. It was a ring with emerald stone. You looked surprised at your stressed husband.
“I know we got married due to someone's mistake, but I am so happy that it actually happened. This is a promise ring to show you that my feelings are real and that I want you to be my wife Y/N. So, what would you say?”
After these words, a warmth and love exploded from your hart. You were that happy that you jump on Chris and you both nearly fell over. After a short making out session, Chris put a ring on your finger, took your hand to his and escort you to the car. You have arrived at the movie theater as a real couple now, and nothing else mattered.
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OK. I’m putting a challenge into the world... who wants to write this fic with any of the Cevans universe characters. SOMEONE GET THIS MAN WORKED UP IN SOME TWISTED SHAPE OR FORM.
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Pussy spanking with mean! Ransom?
hurts so good — ransom
warning || smut, pussy spanking, minors DNI, daddy kink, degradation, very short, sorry
Ransom had a tight frown on his lips, furrowed brows in fury when he threw you on the bed roughly. You were vibrating with excitement, but you tried to contain your own smirk.
“You fucking brat, you think you can flirt with my friends and get away with it?”Ransom seethed, forcing your legs open and ripped your leggings off of your body.”No panties? What a little whore, you that desperate for attention?”
“‘m sorry, Daddy...”You whined, his hands gripping your jaw tightly in response.
“No, you aren’t,”Ransom snapped, eyes blown with lust.”You’ve been acting out all day, dewdrop. So needy and clingy, you need daddy, you ask for him. It’s easy, or are you that dumb?”
“Please...”You whimpered, pushing your hips up towards him. His hand smacked against your wet pussy harshly, the pressure of making your clit throb. You gasped out, pain and pleasure mixing together in the perfect way.
“Do I need to remind this pussy who she belongs to?”Ransom growled, smirking at how you reacted.
“You’re mean,”You whispered with a pout, back arching off the bed when he slapped at your cloth again.
He chuckled darkly at your words,”You like when I’m mean, don’t be shy, you like the pain, you like when I’m rough, that’s why you act out, you want me to fuck you so hard that it hurts.”
His hand collided with your glistening heat three more times and you don’t understand what’s happening under shockwaves flow over you. Ransom groaned, watching you tremble under his harsh touch. You cried out his name, body arching while you overcame your high.
“My dumb little whore, did you just cum without permission?”
Your eyes widened, breath hitching when you looked at him.”I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
Ransom shook his head,”Such a bad girl, hope you enjoyed it because you aren’t cumming for the rest of the night,”He smirked,”No, I’m gonna tie you up and fuck you anyway I like and you’re gonna take it like the naughty girl you are.”
Oh, it was going to be a long night.
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𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐜.𝐞
a/n: it's 3:25 am and i wrote this half asleep, so please don't let it flop lmaooo
pairing: chris evans x reader
reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! however, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!
warnings: 18+, language, light daddy kink, light overstim, light praise kink, somnophila, dub-con, fingering, breast play, sorry for any missed typos
chris walks into the bedroom to find the tv off and you asleep on the bed. the lamp sits on the end table, allowa him to catch a glimpse of your body- that the blanket only covers half of.
he kicks off his shoes and places his wallet and keys on top of the dresser. after, he tugs his shirt over his head and shimmies out of his jeans- leaving him in only his briefs.
before he could reach for the handles on the dresser, the sound of your body shifting catches his attention. chris looks over at you and his cock twitches and his mouth waters.
in shifting your body, your shirt twisted- causing your breast to spill over the side of the tank top. your nipple pebbles from the cool air hitting it. chris pauses for a moment, just staring at the breathtaking sight in front of him.
licking his lips, he makes his way to his side of the bed. lying down next to you, his hand can't help but snake over your torso- landing on your exposed breast. your body shifts again, rolling onto your side, facing chris.
chris's hand slides the strap down your arm, freeing your breast. his thumb rubs your over your nipple, chris groans- his briefs becoming tighter with every second.
pinching your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger, you whimper in your sleep. he grins, watching your hips squirm into nothing. chris slides down on the mattress, just enough to come eye to eye with your breast.
in a matter of seconds, his mouth is on you. sucking harshly at the flesh. tiny whines and whimpers slip past your lips- feeling the pleasure even in your sleep. chris moans into your chest, nipping at your nipple and soothing it with his tongue.
there is his hand pulls the blanket away from the rest of your body- nothing but your sheer panties.
"fuck, you're killing me," chris mumbles against you as he feels over your covered pussy.
your body shifts again, laying back on your back- giving chris more access to you. the pleasure from your breast (and now your pussy) causes you to stir.
"even in your sleep you know my touch, don't you?" he pulls open one leg, allowing him to push aside your panties.
the moment his fingers slipped inside your hole, your eyes opened, and you choked out a moan.
when you look down, you see the grown man attached to your breast- and feel the slow thrusting of his fingers. you dig your hips into the mattress and arch your back when he pauses to rub your clit.
"goddamn, sweetheart, this just from me playing with your tits?" you reply with a moan.
the unexpected pleasure left you helpless and hips rolling into his fingers- meeting them halfway with every thrust. your breathing is inconsistent. every time you try and steady it, you're interrupted by a moan.
chris continues his assault on your breast- sucking and nipping, leaving them raw and sensitive.
chris's cock is throbbing and leaking at how worked up you are.
"chris, please i wanna cum," the whine causing him to chuckle.
"i can feel it, sweetheart, i can feel you clenching around my fingers." curling his fingers, you buck your hips.
contracting around him rapidly, sparks fly through your body- overwhelming you. your hips squirm and you grip the blanket in your fists.
"there you go, cum all over my fingers. good girl, y/n." your chest is heavy and your breathing is unsteady.
"m'too sensitive!" the desperate plea to halt his thumb's works your clit.
"oh, i think you can give me one more- just one more, for daddy?" there was no moment to cool down- his fingers continue to pump themselves inside you.
chris's free hand releases himself from his boxers- he could cum just watching your body squirm and how desperate you sound.
your eyes roll back and your head pushes back into your pillow- blabbering incoherent words.
the stimulation pushing you closer into your second orgasm. sweat collects in your hairline and your face heated up.
"come on, sweetheart, you're right there, i can feel it." chris coos.
your clit is raw and swollen, your walls clench around him once again- and your eyes squeeze shut.
"you can do it, just one more- oh there it is! cum for me, make a mess on my fingers," the praise pushes you over the edge, the pornographic moan rings through the room.
your cunt is pulsating around his fingers and your hips jerk in sensitivity. cooling your body down, chris's palm covers your cunt.
regaining the ability to form words, you look over at him- he's beaming at you, but you can't keep your eyes off of his cock. the head is swollen and leaked a pool of precum on his pelvis.
licking your lips, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his throbbing length.
"your turn daddy,"
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I’m proud to say I FINALLY finished my submission for @stargazingfangirl18 5k writing challenge! Siri! Congratulations on your milestone, you deserve it all! So, this is my first time writing Mob AU, so please be kind! I must have started, stopped, and started over again at least 100 times, or so it feels. Thanks to Siri herself for giving me encouragement when I was stuck, and also my bestie boo @wayward-blonde for really helping me out when my writers block demons were coming out to play, and for all of the encouragement to keep going and finish this! I hope you all enjoy it!
The prompts I used:
You catch the eye of someone dangerous
“Look at you, stretched out and trembling”
Starring: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: You are Steve’s, and it would be in your best interest to remember that.
Warnings: This fic is for 18+ ONLY, just like my blog! SMUT! NSFW! Dub-Con. Unprotected sex. Vaginal Sex. Vaginal fingering. Oral sex (female receiving). Overstimulation. Female ejaculation. Creampie. Mentions of violence. Actual violence (a little). Mentions of blood. Read at your own risk!
Word Count: 4421 (my longest fic so far!)
Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics!!
It’s been two months.
Two months since you came to live with Steve. “Well, let’s be honest,” you thought to yourself as you quietly snuck down the long hallway. You didn’t really have a choice.
Two months since you stopped by your parents house and found them in the middle of a shakedown. Steve and his men were ransacking the entire house looking for money that your father swore wasn’t there. “I just need more time Mr. Rogers, you’ll get your money.” He begged, falling to his knees.
The tone shifted when the mafia boss locked eyes with you. You could have sworn you saw his hard persona soften, which is when a new proposal came to light. Agree to be with Steve, and your father’s debt would disappear. The alternative… was too terrifying to think about.
What were you supposed to do? Your family meant the world to you. If anything happened to them you would be devastated. Your father may have had his gambling demons, but he always made sure that you and your mother were taken care of.
So there, standing in the living room of the house you grew up in, despite protests from your father, you shook hands with Steve Rogers. Immediately you were whisked away, led to one of Steve’s sleek black SUV’s flanked by two of his men while he followed closely behind. Sliding into the leather seat next to you, he takes notice of your body language. Arms crossed in front of you, eyes staring intently out the window focusing on nothing but everything at once that wasn’t Steve. You flinch as he gently places a hand on your knee.
“I promise to take care of you,” his voice is stern but soft. “We’re going to be a family now.”
Huffing out a laugh you reach out quickly, pushing Steve’s hand off your knee. “We will never be anything but this arrangement.” You spit in his direction, narrowing your eyes as he chuckles while stroking his beard slowly.
“I like your fire.” He smirks, leaning into you. “It’s going to be fun taming your brat.”
You’d be lying to yourself if you said that part of you didn’t enjoy the lifestyle that was thrust upon you by being with Steve. You still remember the awe you felt the first night in his penthouse. Opening the drapes in an expansive bedroom, you were treated to a breathtaking view of New York City. You felt his presence behind you, and you look over your shoulder at him.
“If you need anything from me, my bedroom is right across the hall. Feel free to look around. This is your home now.”
Facing him you raise your brows in question. “Your room? I thought…” your words stop short as Steve raises his hand to silence you.
“I’m a tough man sweetheart, but I’m not a monster. I’m not going to force myself on you. I’m a pretty patient man. I can wait.”
You scoff, turning back to the twinkling lights of New York. “Then be prepared to be waiting for a long time.”
“Whatever you say sweetheart.” Steve turns to leave you alone with your thoughts. “Goodnight.”
True to his word, Steve made sure that you were taken care of. He made sure all of the items you wanted to keep were cleaned out of your apartment and brought to the penthouse. He bought you a whole new wardrobe that he had a personal shopper help you pick out. There were dinners at the finest restaurants. Shows on Broadway. He even took you on a helicopter tour so you could see New York from the sky. Steve pulled out all of the stops for you. “His girl.” As his team would call you.
The more time that you and Steve spent together, the more you got to see the man behind the persona. You may have let your eyes linger a bit too long on the handsome features of his face, or tried to hide your eyes from his beautiful physique when you passed each other in the hall when he was still shirtless coming from the gym. There may have been a few times where you thought he was going to kiss you goodnight. The both of you stared at each other as he leaned in close to you, only to whisper “goodnight,” in your ear as he reached behind you to open the door to your room. In any normal circumstance you may have let this man run away with your heart. But you kept reminding yourself that this was an arrangement. No matter how well Steve treated you, you would always just be a form of payment in place of the cash your father failed to pay back.
There was nothing that Steve wouldn’t or couldn’t do for you. He kept his promises. Your father’s debt was never spoken about again. You still slept in the bedroom across from him, and he never pushed for more. However, you still felt trapped. Even though you had everything that your heart desired, you missed your independent life. You couldn’t just pick up and go anywhere when you pleased. You always had to ask Steve. Even if you were allowed to go, you always had to take one or two of Steve’s men with you. “It’s for your protection sweetheart,” Steve would tell you as he brushed strands of hair away from your face. “You’re my girl, and there are plenty of people out there that would do something to you in order to get to me.”
Which is how you found yourself sneaking down the dark hallway of the penthouse. You had asked Steve earlier if you could meet your best friend for drinks. It had been such a long time since you had seen her, and all you wanted was one night of semi normalcy.
“ No sweetheart,” Steve had told you when you knocked on his bedroom door as he was getting ready for a business dinner. “ I have an important meeting tonight, and I need all hands on deck, and a few to stay home and watch the apartment. I have no one to watch you.”
“Steve, I don’t need to be watched. I’m an adult.” You sit on the edge of his bed as he slips on his suit jacket. Adjusting his tie in the mirror, he finds your pleading eyes in the reflection.
“The answer is no sweetheart,” he says, meeting you in the middle of his bedroom as you pop up scowling at him. “I have no one to make sure you’re safe tonight.”
“I’m not a prisoner Steve!” You shout, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away from you when he tries to envelop you in a hug. “You can’t just keep me here!”
“I’m not keeping you prisoner here sweetheart, you know that you can go anywhere you want, but only with protection.” Running his hands through his hair, he extends his hand to you. “You can come with me tonight sweetheart. You can have a few drinks tonight at the bar while I conduct business, then I can take you to dinner.”
Rolling your eyes, you practically stomp to his bedroom door. “ I don’t want to go to dinner with you Steve, I want to see my friend.”
“NO.” Steve’s response was more of a command this time. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
“I fucking hate you!” You scream back at him slamming the door behind you. Kicking the door to your bedroom shut, you flop yourself on your bed, the loud grumble muffled as you bury your face into a pillow. Sitting up you grab your phone off your nightstand, scrolling through your contacts until you find your best friend Jennifer’s number. Pressing the message icon next to her name, you only pause momentarily before quickly typing out your message.
“Meet me around the corner of my building in an hour. Fuck it, we’re going out!”
The liquor burns your throat as you and Jennifer throw back your second round of shots. You both plunk down your empty shot glasses at the same time, laughing as you do so.
“I can’t believe you had to sneak out!” Jennifer exclaims over the music of the bar, reaching out to squeeze your arm. “Who does he think he is, your dad?”
You sigh, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know Jennifer. Our relationship is… complicated.” You giggle to yourself. Complicated was an understatement.
“I didn’t even know that you were dating anyone, let alone Steve Rogers! And now you’re living with him!” Jennifer slaps her hand against the bar. “Another round please!” She squeals. “We’re celebrating!”
Jennifer’s enthusiasm is contagious, and you can’t help but become wrapped up in her energy. “What exactly are we celebrating?”
“You landing yourself a hot piece of ass!” Jennifer’s voice comes to a crescendo as two fresh shots are presented to you. “And for the first girls night in a while!” She holds out her shot glass so you two can clink. “Cheers!”
Your body is buzzing, the third shot going straight to your head. Grabbing Jennifer’s hands in yours you pull her off her bar stool and guide her to the dance floor. You quickly find the beat swaying your hips back and forth in time to the music. You needed tonight, one night of freedom that you had been craving since you moved in with Steve.
“If he could see me now,” you thought to yourself as you twirled Jennifer around. He didn’t even know you were gone. You pretended to be asleep, hearing him check on you before he left the house. Waiting about fifteen minutes before popping out of bed and getting dressed, throwing on one of your black mini dresses, and fixing your hair and makeup. Grabbing a pair of matching black heels, you snuck out of your room, closing the door quietly.
Shoes in hand, you tiptoed down the dark hallway staying in the shadows. Knowing the routine of Steve’s security, you know that you only had a few minutes while they did a sweep of the penthouse. Nixing the front door entirely, you hurry to the service entrance that Steve had put in during a remodel, built so it was easier for staff to come and go during catered parties. You push the door open slowly, your heart pounding in your ears. You slip through the door in a space barely big enough for your body, and guide the door back into the lock until you hear the mechanism click into place.
Scurrying to the elevator, you can taste freedom as you hit the elevator button. Doing a little “hurry up” dance, the doors barely open and you jump inside, pressing the button for the lobby floor. Once you hit the ground floor, you make a sharp right opting not to use the lobby’s revolving door but slipping out the side door. Waiting for you was Jennifer, and you balance with her help to slip your heels on. “Let’s go!” You laugh, as you make your way down the street to the subway.
Back at the penthouse, Steve’s head of security Bucky sighs as he pulls out his phone. Dialing Steve’s number, it only takes half a ring before the mafioso picks up. “Sorry to disturb you boss, but we got a problem.”
You’re feeling good, lost in the music when you feel a pair of strong hands grab your hips. They sway with you, and a masculine body presses up against you keeping with your tempo.
“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” A low voice resounds in your ear. “I’m glad I decided to come out tonight.”
Spinning, you’re met with a pair of blue eyes, and a confident smirk. He’s tall, and not unattractive, but there is something about him that just doesn’t sit right with you.
“I’m John, John Walker.” He leans in so you can hear him. “I saw you out here on the dance floor, and you looked like you were having such a great time I just had to join in the fun.”
You back up putting space between you and John. “Well thanks for joining us, but this is a special girls night out.” You motion to Jennifer beside you. “No boys allowed.”
“I didn’t catch your name,” John takes a step forward, invading your space again.
“That’s because I didn’t give it to you!” You shout over the music. “Have a good night!” You turn to head back to the bar when John grabs your wrist pulling you back into his chest.
“Well at least finish dancing with me,” he says roughly. Quickly his hands find your ass and he squeezes, grinding his pelvis into you.
“Don’t’ Touch me!” You push back against his chest, your free hand coming up to slap John across his face. “I said No, let me GO!”
The next few seconds pass in a blur. You remember Jennifer pulling you back as John lunges forward before two men in black suits block him from view. The men grab either arm as a third man steps in between you and punches John in the face. You’ll never forget the sickening crack of his nose breaking, nor the blood that poured from him like a fountain.
The man who inflicted the pain whipped around to face you. You gasp as recognition settles over you.
“Not another word Y/N.” The look in Steve’s eyes was one you had never seen directed at you before, and uneasiness settles into the pit of your stomach.
“Get him to my car, I’ll meet you there.” Steve barks at the two men holding up John. Looking past you, Steve then directs his best friend. “Bucky, make sure Y/N’s friend gets home, and then make sure that you put Y/N in her room and lock the door. I’ll deal with her later.”
“Sure boss,” Bucky grabs you and Jennifer each by the arm and steers you through the crowd and out of the bar. Stepping into the waiting car by the curb, you sit in silence as the three of you settle in for the ride.
“How did you know where we were?” Jennifer finally breaks the tension lingering in the air.
“Well for one,” Bucky starts, nodding in your direction. “Next time she wants to be sneaky she should remember that we have cameras throughout the house. She’s good, but not that good. And two, next time she should pick a bar that Steve doesn’t own.”
You sat on your windowsill, watching the remaining cars drive down the city streets. You had been home for awhile, showered and changed into a tank top and shorts, waiting for whatever wrath Steve was going to bring upon you. At first you were worried, you don’t think you had ever seen Steve that upset with you. The longer you sat there waiting for him, the more angry you became. “Who does he think he is?” You said aloud to no one. “ Whatever he has to say, I’m going to say what I have too to”
It wasn’t much longer until you heard commotion coming down the hallway. Steve’s voice reverberated gruffly in the hall, dismissing whoever was stationed at your bedroom door. You stood as you heard the door unlock, before Steve came through slamming it shut behind him.
He wouldn’t look at you for a moment, pacing across the room, gathering his thoughts. He looked disheveled, not his normal put together self. His jacket was torn, His perfectly coiffed hair now falling into his face. His crisp white shirt was untucked, and was stained with red. Was that blood?
The silence was excruciating. So you decided to say something.
“You should have just let me go, I know how to handle myself.”
Steve’s head whipped in your direction so fast you’re surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. Crossing the distance of the room in two strides he was upon you.
“If you just listened to me, none of this would have happened.”
“Nothing happened Steve, just some jerk at a club. They’re everywhere.”
“This is different. You’re MINE now.” Steve grits through his teeth. “Do you know how it felt watching another man touch what belongs to me?”
“Steve, I’m not yours,” you sigh, looking up into his eyes. “This is an arrangement…”
Your words are swallowed as Steve smashes his lips to yours, the fingers of his right hand gripping the sides of your chin preventing you from getting away. His tongue pries your lips apart, exploring the inside of your mouth. He pulls back breathless, while you stand before him, wide eyed and in shock.
“I know that I’ve told you I’m a patient man, but my patience has run out.” Steve nudges you backward, the backs of your knees hitting the edge of your bed. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I don’t know why you continue to deny yourself.”
You move away from Steve, scrambling back across the mattress banging your back against the headboard. Steve follows you, his knees dipping into the mattress as he crawls to you, like a predator cornering their prey. Your last ditch effort was to kick your legs and roll off the bed. Maybe you could get to your feet quick enough, but it was all for naught.
Steve’s large hand wraps around your ankle and slides you down the bed to him. Hovering above you, he lightly strokes his fingers down your cheek, a sharp contrast from the dark look he has behind his eyes.
“I plan on ruining you tonight.” Steve’s tone is dark, but tainted with lust. “ Make it so you only want me, only crave me.”
“Steve please, I can’t.” You whisper, breathing in sharply as you feel his fingertips graze over your skin, marking a trail down your neck to the top of your breasts.
“Can’t or won’t?” Steve’s lips find your neck, following the same path as his fingers. He pulls at the scoop of your tank top, your breasts spilling over. His hands immediately gravitate to your mounds, kneading them in each hand before his head dips and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. Sucking on the stiff bud, he clamps down with his teeth, nibbling and pulling on the hardened peak.
“Steve!” Your cry pierces the air as your back arches off the bed. Your eyes flutter shut as unexpected pleasure courses through you.
“I’ve given you everything,” Steve backs off of you, his hands seeking out the waistband of your shorts. With one fast pull your shorts and panties are yanked off of your body. “You know I would do anything for you.” He pauses, grabbing portions of your tank top in each hand ripping the flimsy material in half. Touching his nose to yours he draws in a deep breath before he speaks. “I’d even kill for you.”
Your eyes snap open and you search his expression, scared of the answer you might receive from your next question. You remember the stains dotting Steve’s shirt. “Steve, is that what you did? Did you kill him?”
“Enough shop talk sweetheart,” Steve licks his lips, looking as though he wants to devour you. “Let me take care of you.”
Steve shrugs off his coat, tossing it to the floor behind him. Your eyes are glued to him as he peels off his shirt and tie, adding to the discarded clothing piled on the floor.
Steve grasps both of your wrists in one hand, placing them on the mattress above your head. “Don’t move your hands from this position, do you understand?” You whimper as you nod your head, a wayward tear falling from the corner of your eye. Running his hands along your thighs, he pushes your legs wide apart. He wastes no time, running his fingers up and down your slit. The direct touch to your core sends a shudder throughout your body.
“Look at you, stretched out and trembling,” Steve hums as he smooths his hands over your inner thighs. “I can’t wait to have you begging for me to let you come all over my cock.”
Steve repositions himself, slating his face above your pulsing cunt. His large palms holding your legs open. You hear him take a deep breath, relishing in your scent. “You smell amazing sweetheart, and I bet you taste just as good.”
With that, Steve lowers his face to your pussy, licking stripes from your hole up to your clit. Steve hums as he takes your clit into his mouth, the vibrations sending your body into overdrive. You feel your slick seep from your folds, soaking Steve’s beard.
“Mmmm sweetheart, I love how you’re making a mess of my face.” Steve says before diving back into your cunt like a man starved. The sound of the wetness of his tongue mixing with your arousal was too much. Soft moans pass from your lips and you start to buck your hips, grinding your pussy into Steve’s mouth.
“That’s it sweetheart, fuck my face, take what you need.” Steve’s hands move from your thighs to your hips, hanging on as you chase your release.
“Fuck…” you huff as the fire builds from deep within you. It’s been a long time since someone else besides your own hand has made you feel this way. “Steve… Steve.. I’m going to…” stars flash behind your eyes as you feel Steve suck your clit harshly. You careen over the edge, tumbling into wave after wave of pleasure.
Just as you’re coming down from your high, Steve pushes two of his thick fingers into your tight channel. Immediately his fingers seek out your sweet spot, curling against the soft spongy area.
“I want another one.” Steve commands before taking his free hand and holding your pussy lips open exposing your clit. He flicks his tongue quickly over your hardened nub, his fingers pumping furiously in and out of your dripping center.
“Oh God!” You writhe under Steve’s hand completely coming apart. Sweat glistens off your body, and you lift your head, watching Steve as your chest rises and falls, your lungs begging for you to catch your breath. His fingers were still buried in your pussy. He had no intention of stopping.
“Another.” He growls, moving his fingers from side to side against your g spot.
The sensations were too much, your cunt sensitive from the two orgasms that Steve had pulled from you. There was no way you could come again. “Steve stop, I can’t.” You cry, wriggling, trying in vain to pull yourself from his grasp.
Pressing his palm into your lower abdomen, Steve holds you in place, the pace of his fingers unrelenting. “You can, and you will.” He pushes a little more on your belly, feeling his fingers that are buried deep inside of you. “Come right now.”
And you do. Your face contorting into a silent “O.” Steve pulls his fingers from you, spanking your overworked cunt. To your complete surprise you squirt, drenching his beard and the sheets below you. Steve sucks up your wetness from your folds, swallowing it down. “What a good girl.”
He stands then, removing his pants and boxers. His cock stands at attention proudly, and he gives himself a few pumps for good measure. Leaning over you, he bends and once again captures your lips with his, your tongues dueling with each other, your tasting the remnants of your essence in his mouth.
“On your knees sweetheart, present yourself to me.” You slowly comply, turning over onto your stomach. Raising yourself onto your knees, Steve pushes his leg between your legs spreading them open farther. Wrapping his body over yours, he wraps his strong arm around your neck, tilting your head up so he can whisper in the shell of your ear.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
You feel your cunt clench, and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You wanted him to fuck you badly, but your couldn’t deny the twinge of fear that you felt. You feel Steve behind you, the head of his cock sliding between your folds, getting slick with your juices. Before you can even prepare, Steve rams himself fully into you, and you arch your back in surprise. You struggle a bit in his grasp, but he is simply too strong.
You are his, and he will do what he pleases to you.
Steve’s pace is backbreaking, and your body bounces roughly with each thrust. Trapped against his torso and his arm you have nowhere to go, the only thing you can do is surrender. Surrender to the pleasure that is once again building slowly from deep within your cunt.
“Say it.” Steve grunts against your ear. “Say you’re mine.” His free hand moves around your body, seeking out your clit. “Say it,” he commands once again as he shifts his hips, his cock sliding against all of the right spots within your walls.
“I- I’m yours Steve.” You stammer breathlessly, your body molding into his as he continues to control your body. “Please.. please…”
“Please what sweetheart? Tell me.”
“Please make me come.”
“As you wish,” Steve huffs. Unwrapping his arm from around your neck, he pressed his hand against the side of your head, guiding you to place it against the bed. Lifting one leg to the bed to give himself leverage, His strokes deepen, and you can feel the head of his cock grazing your cervix.
“I’m close, sweetheart. I want you to come with me, wanna feel you milk my cock.” Steve’s rhythm starts to sputter, before one final deep intrusion Steve fills your cunt with a deep grunt. This triggers your own final release, and your walls spasm around his girth, welcoming his seed deep within your womb. Your body gives out then, and you collapse to the bed bringing Steve with you. Both of you laying in silence, the only sound heard was ragged breathing.
Steve wraps his arms around you, bringing you to his chest. “I told you you’re mine sweetheart. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you. I’ll always take care of you.”
Exhaustion is beginning to take hold, that is until you hear the last of Steve’s words before he drifts off to sleep.
“But I can’t promise that I’ll be as understanding if you disobey me again.”
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‘Tis The Damn Season
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Actress!Reader (high school sweethearts)
Warnings: cursing, angst, flashbacks, slight mention of death, drinking, cuddling (if that’s considered a warning?).
Word Count: 400+
Based on: ‘Tis the Damn Season by Taylor Swift
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with, while I was gone, I would’ve asked you.
“I can’t believe they make us do this every year.” Beth’s voice was a near whisper over the background music.
Every holiday season, your high school friend group liked to set up a holiday “get together.” It ideally consisted of a group of about thirty of you, a small number in the large class you graduated with. Over the years, the group diminished. Some moved away, some got married, had kids, some even died. You tried to come back, hell, you all promised the day of graduation that you’d try. But, about five years ago, you moved out to Los Angeles on a hunch that it would kickstart your acting career.
And that it did.
You remember the look on Ransom’s face when you told him you were moving.
“So.. Berkeley will let me transfer all of my credits so I can graduate on time,” you mumbled, limbs tangled with Ransom’s as you laid on the floor of the Thrombey estate, in front of a crackling fire that he’d, surprisingly, started all by himself.
The amber glow of the flames illuminating the hurt in his eyes, the blue hue radiating one of sadness, rather than the joy it normally did when he was around you. One sip from the glass of stolen bourbon, an exhale, and he was finally ready to speak.
“That’ll be good for you, peach.” His voice was sad. Was he, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, sad? For you? “I have no doubt you’ll, uh.. you’ll do great.”
“I’ll help you pack.”
But, he didn’t. He didn’t even come to say goodbye the night before you left. He dodged your texts, your phone calls. He even ignored you banging on his front door at three in the morning, begging to talk before you left.
Why was he so upset? You weren’t together. He made that abundantly clear. The two of you had been fuck buddies since you were about fifteen. He never wanted to make it any more than that.
So when you first made eye contact with the sweater clad playboy on December 24th, you felt your heart drop. It had been five years. Five fucking years since he’d seen you. And god, you looked perfect. Your hair styled to perfection, skin glowing with a radiance only the California sun could provide. He’d seen you in movies, of course. He’d seen you dating some of the most eligible men in Hollywood. And he hated every moment of it.
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illicit affair; steve rogers
pairings: best friends dad! steve rogers x reader (steve is also reader's teacher)
warnings: smut, and kinda fluff (idk you count it) and also, awkardness and tension between the two
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It was raining, it was very unusual, to rain on such a sunny day, but we gotta expect the unexpected. After your lectures you went to a library to get some book for your upcoming test, and it started to rain pretty bad.
So you started walking because your best friend, Melissa, wasn't gonna pick you up. The only place close to this library was Melissa's place, and you decided to go there for a while.
There wasn't any problem except one, Steve Rogers, Melissa's Dad, and also, a professor in your college. It was strange how young he lookef when he was a father of a girl who was your age.
So like usual, you walked to Melissa's place, and knocked. Again, expect the unexpected. You expected Melissa to great you on the door, but it wasn't, It was Steve Rogers, the handsome, and ridiculously hot man, you had dreams about.
"Y/n? Hey!" He greeted, and you just stopped looking at him.
"Uh—M-Mr. Rogers? Is Melissa here?" You asked, still standing outside, and you were soaking wet, from the rain. He looks at you, from up to down.
"Melissa isn't home." He says, and you nodded.
"Alright, i-i'll leave, see you on Monday, Mr. Rogers—"
"Its still Raining Y/n, i think you should stay here, Melissa would be here soon, don't worry."
"I don't really wanna disturb you, Mr—"
"I can really use your company, Y/n, stay." He says, his voice calm, and demanding, which made you take a deep breath.
"S-sure." You replied as he let you in. You had a huge crush on this man, he was your Teacher, alongside was your best friend's dad. But love is love.
Steve, on the other hand, too had a crush on you, and he always used to backout thinking of his daughter and also, thinking that you were his student, and you probably don't feel the same.
a shiver ran down your body, you were cold, and wet from the rain. This grabbed, Steve's attention, and he looks at you, your arms closely wrapped around your body.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes, and a towel okay? You can go and take a shower, in Mel's room." He offered to you and you nodded, walking upstairs to Melissa's room.
You walked to the bathroom, and stripped down to shower. Warm showers were your favorite during these times. Meanwhile, Steve keeps a pair of fresh clothes, (his clothes) and a towel, while you fresh up, and decided to give you the towel.
He knocks on the bathroom door.
"Is it Mel?" You asked, your voice soft, and he melted when you spoke like that.
"No, Y/n, it's me, Steve, i wanted to give you t-towel...here you go." He says, a weird feeling between the two.
"Mr. Rogers, thank you, uh.." you tried to talk, but couldn't form words. He too was in the same form when he was around you.
"I'll see you, downstairs." He says, before leaving, and closing the bedroom behind him, sighing, pushing his hair upwards, thinking of what's wrong with him, and you do the same.
After getting dressed you walked downstairs, to where he was sitting, with a cup of coffee, near the heater, at how cold it was getting, and so were you, so cold. His attention turns towards you, as you walked in his clothes, his shirt, and his sweats.
"I hope you won't mind wearing these, you know, I don't touch Melissa's closet —" he waits to gather words, but couldn't.
"I-i understand, Mr. Rogers, and thank you for these clothes , they're very comfortable." You thanked him, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off you.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked, and you looked at him.
"Uh..ye—yess if it doesn't bothers you." You replied and he shook his head.
"Ofcourse y/n, why would it bother me?" He says and asks at the same time while he walks in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee ready, for you.
He gives it to you, and sits infront of you, while you're shivering, and he turns the heater to your side.
"So, what were you doing outside?" He asked, and you smiled at him before answering.
"I-i was just getting books from the library for the upcoming test, you know." You answered, and he nodded, and smiled.
"Studying i see, I really am proud of your results Y/n, you did great, the past semester." He appreciated you, and you smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers!" Just then, Melissa calls him, and he sighs, and picked it up, you take a deep breath, as he answered.
"Melissa, where are you?" He asks, trying to calm his anger and stress towards the fact that his daughter hasn't returned home.
"Dad, I am with jacob! I already told you, now look at how bad it's raining, I won't step or drive." She explains, and he sighs, keeping his free hand on his torso. Your eyes not stuck at him, as he talked.
"Are you planning on staying the night there? Gosh! Y/n's here waiting for you too." He says, and looks at you, and you quickly look away from him.
"Y/n's there? Then you two can give company to each other. Dad, i have to stay the night here, you have to look at the way it's raining today."
"Fine, take care, be back early tomorrow." He says and hangs up, seeing you.
"Mel's not gonna be home tonight, it's raining very bad." He said and you nodded.
"Well, i guess i should leave Mr. Rogers, I-"
"Steve, Call me Steve, no one's around here.." steve said and you nod
"Mr. R—Steve...i think I should leave, see you—"
"Stay here for a while Y/n, its still raining heavily." He insisted, and you couldn't say no to that face ofcourse. He looked like he needed company and even if you get home, you wouldn't do anything, so you wouldn't mind spending time with him.
"Alright, Steve." You said, and he smiles. You sit back, shivering like hell. You were a very cold person, I don't know how should I describe it. But back in the days, you always were found in sweaters or blankets wrapped around you.
"Still cold?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"I am done with my work, would you mind watching a movie? I also have food and i hope you like it." He offers and ofcourse you say yes.
"Ofcourse, Mr.Rogers — i mean Steve." You said and he nods going to the kitchen, getting some snacks, while you get comfortable on the couch.
He comes back, playing some random movie, which you're trying hard to pay attention to, but its getting so hard, because Steve was hella attractive and seeing him with a formal wear, made you go crazy.
He comes closer to you, as you were cold, wrapping you in a blanket, and holds you close to him.
"Mr. Rogers..what are you doing?" You asked pulling away from him.
"Y-you were cold Y/n, i was just trying to help nothing else.." he says and you look away.
"Sorry...i—thank you.." you whispered and he nodded, as he still kept you close to him, it was very difficult to keep the eyes on the tv and watch it or pay attention to it now.
The female lead in the movie kisses the male lead, and it was just getting intense, and your heart was racing, and so was Steve's. This has been the closest he has been to you...and he was losing himself.
You didn't know how, but something came over you, and you looked at him, and he turned to look at you, this was very different.
"Everything ok—" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. He was shocked but, kissed you back. He now pulled you closer to him, arms freely on your waist, as he pulls you closer. You pull away, resting your head on his, and both of you pant.
"I've wanted that for so long." He says, and you look at him.
"Me too." You replied, kissing him again, now it was so unholy, that he got an idea of. Pulling him closer, tangling your legs on his torso, kissing which was full of teeths and tongues.
He pulls away, looking at you , breathing heavily, and asks you.
"Do you want this, Y/n? Because if you do, fuck i will give it to you, and if not I won't lay a finger on you, ever!" He says and you smile at him.
"Ofcourse i want it." You said, before he kisses you again, you now laying on the couch, he's on top of you. Your hands on the hem of his shirt, as you rip it off him, and smirked at your eagerness.
His hands pull your shirt off, and you both try to get rid of the clothes you were on throwing it on the floor, somewhere, none of you cared about.
He kisses you, on your neck, his fingers roaming around your body, resulting moans falling from your lips, he left marks, just then he picks you up, takes you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for a second.
The kisses keeps getting hotter, you both fell on the bed, you were on top, but he rolls, and he's on top now.
"I need you!." You whinned.
"I know!." He says, kissing your inner thighs
He goes down and leans to your clit, smirking as he felt your wetness.
"So wet for me, and i've barely touched you." He said and you moaned. His lips attach to your clit and he started licking it slow, and teasing you
"Oh fuck! Steve! Don't tease!!" You moaned and he smirked. He kept doing that until you were close enough for him.
"Baby.." you tried to say and he switched his mouth with his fingers. His eyes starring deeply into yours, and when you moaned, he growled lightly.
"Fuck i'm going to cum!" You said and he kissed you, as you came on his fingers, moaning loudly,arms around his shoulder.
He sucks his fingers clean, and seeing that made you go crazy. I mean he looked like a sex god.
"Baby, you taste so good." He said and you blushed. He smirked looking at you.
"Ready for me baby?" He asked and you nodded. He lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you, gasps and moans leave your mouth. He moans at how tight you were.
"Oh god." You moaned as he started thrusting in you, slowly. Sweating, and moaning was the only things you two do. Steve grunts, as he thrusts again.
"Just like that baby, just like that oh god yes." You moaned, he literally is a sex god, now you were sure
Steve's one hand on the headboard and the other near your body, for his balance. He thrusted harder into you, and your moans and his grunts were loud.
He continued doing that until you both were close, moaning eachother names like its the only thing you know.
"Oh god, i'm gonna cum." You said
"Cum on me, i know you want, give me one more, baby." He said and kissed you, before you screamed, cumming all over his cock, as he moaned at how you clenched around him. He felt how close he was, and then came in you, both of you heavily breathing.
He collapsed next to you, while you tried to catch your breath.
"That..was...amazing!" You said, and he smiles at you.
"I know, now get some rest, i'm not leaving you that early." You said and he kissed you.
Oh boy you were in for a longgg night, and no you weren't complaining. What you & Steve had, was illicit and wrong, but none of you cared because that's what both of you wanted it from so long. You were just worried about facing Melissa, and on the other hand Steve would have felt the same, but for now, none of you care about the future, other than living the present, with each other.
so bad omg😭😭
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pairing ☽˚⁀➷｡ stoner!chris x fem!reader
summary ☽˚⁀➷｡ you didn’t know smoking with a friend leads to sex
word count ☽˚⁀➷｡ 1,206
warnings ☽˚⁀➷｡ getting high - hitting a bong, lots of high giggling, chris being persistent/begging, possible ruined friendship with sex, high sex, creampie, ignoring each other
authors note ☽˚⁀➷｡ i’ve finally written a stoner!chris fic after all the blurbs and drabbles and headcannons, i hope some stoner gets the title joke and someone understands where the title comes from, if you don’t get either just know issa song, and a joke w bongs jejsjwjd PLEASE REBLOG MY TAGLIST IS ENDING ON JULY 10TH PLEASE FOLLOW @dulceslibrary AND TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I POST 18+ ONLY,, feedback is appreciated
Chris packed a fat bowl full of skunk weed and passed the bong over to you. You didn't seem to know how to hit it.
"Ever smoke from a bong?" he asked.
"No, only joints." you replied, inspecting the apparatus warily.
"It's like this, just put your mouth in it, and suck on it."
You both laughed for a second after he said "suck on it."
"Okay then. I'll try." You said as you brushed your hand down your arm and placed your lips inside the bong's chamber and started to pull.
He couldn't resist the urge to peek down your robe as you did so, too, and got a full view of your lovely tits, pointy nipples and all.
"Here, I'll light it." he said, sparking and touching a bic to the bowl.
You were pulling hard on the bong and the water bubbled fast. Smoke flooded up the chamber and the instant it reached your lungs, you pushed the bong away and harshed out bad, coughing out smoke and wheezing.
"That's okay. Not bad for a first hit." he told you and patted you on the back.
He figured you’d make a quick recovery, but instead you kept coughing for about fifteen more seconds so he grabbed a cup of mint tea he had sitting on the desk, passing it to you. After a labored sip of it, you felt better and laid back on the bed.
“Want another hit?” Chris joked before killing off what was left in the chamber and bowl.
“I kind of feel it already.” You kicked off your slipped and got all the way onto the bed, lying flat on your back beside him.
"Just wait. It'll hit you harder in a couple minutes. It's creeper weed."
"Creeper. It creeps up on you. Takes a few minutes after smoking to get high."
He packed and took another hit while you laid on the bed, staring and giggling at him. Your eyes becoming redder and redder
"Wow, you're really good at that bong."You said, marveling at his prolonged pulls of smoke from the chamber.
"Thanks. You're really good at-" he stopped speaking when he caught a glimpse of something he didn't expect to see. You had curled back your legs, bending your knees, your open robe exposing the entirety of her nether region. From where he was sitting, he could see your bare pussy. Lips and all.
He couldn't help but stare in awe at it. After a few seconds, you realized what he was staring at and closed and crossed your legs and blushed.
"Oh my God..." She said, giggling, your eyes watering from embarrassment.
He had no idea what to say so he took another hit from the bong. When Chris finished, he put the bong down and looked back over at you. You were still giggling and had your legs crossed, with your hands down over your crotch.
"Sorry..." he said, feeling slightly ashamed of himself for taking such a long look at his closest friends’ sex.
"It's okay, I mean, You are a man, I guess you'd look at any woman."
"Not every woman. Not every woman... is as hot as you."
You started giggling even more. And nervously he started laughing, too.
"So you think I'm hot?"
"Sure. I do. I'm not supposed to, but I do."
You broke out laughing, covering your face as you did so. Then you peeked your face above your hands and coyly said:
"I guess you do a lot of things you're not supposed to."
As you said this you beamed him a smirk that he’d never seen from you. Suddenly he got turned on and felt bold and his dick, which was rock hard, began to take over for his brain.
"I guess I shouldn't like to see what I saw. But I did. And I'd like to see it again."
You kept on giggling and replied playfully, "oh really?"
"Yeah... Show me again."
"I don't think so."
"Because, I'm not ruining our friendship or whatever this is."
"I don't care. I want to see it again. I liked it."
"It’s where you came from." you laughed.
"Maybe I can go back in one sometime." he retorted, laughing and upping the ante.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. Let me see, I want you."
"What even…Chris seriously?"
"With sugar on top?"
"Hmmm... Your persistence is flattering, I must say."
"Then reward me. I need you"
"Okay... Okay, fine. But only for one second and that's it. I think this has gone far enough!"
"For one second then..."
You then laughed and parted your legs and he got another full view of your pussy. It was glorious, cleanly shaved with puffy outer lips and a large, glistening clit.
He expected you to close your legs quickly, after giving him his glance, but you didn't. You left them wide open and shut your eyes.
You shocked him by undoing your robe, revealing your naked body to him, laughing even harder as you did so. He tossed off all the clothes he was wearing and walked towards you. He wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing. He simply acted instinctively and mounted you, grabbing and poking his hard cock right into you. You were quite wet so it slipped right in and felt warm.
Right after he stuck himself into you, you licked your lips and looked down to watch. He began to fuck you hard. You moaned deeply and made whimpering noises as you dug your nails lightly into his back.
He licked and sucked your tits. When he pressed his lips to yours you were hesitant, almost swaying your head to the side but then giving in and letting him roughly kiss you as his beard scratched your face.
After only a few minutes of wild, stoned sex, he pulled out and jerked himself on your stomach before you shook your head, sliding him back into you as he continued to release. Once you felt him finish, he pulled out and watched as his cum fell out of you.
Exasperated, he fell into the bed beside you. Neither of you said a word and just lay there for what seemed like an eternity.
You then kissed him on the cheek, grabbed some tissues from the nightstand next to the bed and wiped yourself off.
After tying your robe shut, you got up, and left hurriedly without even looking at him or saying anything.
As je lay there, it slowly sunk in that he’d gotten his bestfriend high and had sex with her. The realization of it sobered him up.
He stayed awake the whole night thinking about what had happened and what would happen in the morning when he saw you at the breakfast table. He worried about what you’d do or say, especially about you maybe telling the group of your mutual friends.
But that next morning, you acted completely normal, like nothing was amiss. You didn't mention a word about it and neither did he.
In fact, you never said anything and you still haven't talked about that night.
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First of all, congratulations to 3k once again 💜🥳
Second of all, I may have teared up a little when I saw you tagged me 🥺🥺🥺💗 ily
And finally, my spin results:
Kink: bondage and edging
Character: Ransom Drysdale
Prompts: "I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow so fuck me harder." and "If you interrupt me one more time."
I feel like this would be perfect for our two favorite assholes 👀😂 But do with this what you want, it's gonna be awesome either way 🥳
This is so good for the OTP babe!!! Thought about putting this on in the sex dungeon but decided to make it a little softer.
Smut (cockwarming, use of sex toys, anal play, reader ismore of a soft dom in this one (but that’s actually worse for Ransom), little bit of fluff) no minors!!!
“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” Ransom let out a tortured sigh when you turned the intensity on the vibrator down again, his orgasm receding as you nibbled on his collarbone.
“Aww, poor puppy.” You slowly kissed your way up his neck until you could suck a bruise against his jaw. “You know what to say if you really want it.”
Tears started leaking down his cheeks when you clenched around him, but he still had that set to his jaw that made you think he was gonna keep being a brat. Even with the vibrator buzzing against his prostate and your his cock buried in your pussy, he still wouldn’t cave and give you what you wanted.
Unfortunately for him, you were absolutely fine torturing him for hours on end. Not like when he edged you and brought you to the precipice of your pleasure as fast as he could over and over so you would give in to him as soon as possible.
But you could actually control yourself. It had been almost three hours since you’d tied him to your massive bed, the silk ropes around his wrists and ankles stretching him wide across the mattress, just enough slack in them so he could relax against the pillows. All the comfort in the world couldn’t help his escape from the torment you were inflicting on him, though.
The toy started buzzing faster inside him at the same time you started rolling your hips and he let out a pitiful whimper, sweat covering his entire body in a thin sheen as you started slowly drawing him towards his peak again. You felt him squirm underneath you and grinned against his throat before licking your way up to slot your mouth over his, your movements growing more deliberate as you did your best to get him worked up.
There was a buzzing from the nightstand and Ransom groaned when you sat up to grab your phone, your cunt flexing around him as you stretched to reach it while still keeping him fully sheathed in you.
“Oh my god, it’s Anne!” Your face spread in a wide grin as you texted back, starting to bounce yourself on Ransom’s cock without actually acknowledging him.
“Who?” Maybe if he kept you distracted with conversation, you’d finally let him come. He couldn’t remember you ever mentioning an “Anne”.
“My best friend? We’ve know each other since college.” You frowned at him before turning back to your screen. “I know I’ve talked about her before, Hugh.”
“Well, you talk about a lot of stuff, baby.” He was trying not to writhe underneath you, he was almost there, he needed to keep distracting you. “Why haven’t I met her if she’s your best friend?”
“She was helping with the opening of her company’s new offices in Amsterdam for the past year.” You slowed your movements down as you continued talking, trying not to look too happy when you heard him whine. “Apparently, data management and storage is a lot more involved than you would think.”
“Ah, shit, I don’t fucking care!” He was done, wrenching against his restraints wretchedly as he sought any form of friction. “Just make me come, you bitch.”
A desperate sob ripped from his chest when you went completely still, his body sagging against the bed in defeat when you shut off the vibrator, too. You just gave him an impassive stare as you watched him cry, crossing your arms over your chest while you waited for him to wear himself out.
“Now, that was pretty fucking stupid.” You reached up and dragged a finger through the tears that were staining his cheeks, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking the salty liquid between your lips as you glared at him. “I hope you feel better after that little outburst, because now you’re gonna have to stay quiet and still while I call my best friend.”
He just stared at the ceiling while you dialed the phone, panting with exhaustion as he tried to regain some control over himself. This was the longest you’d ever drawn him out, and he was cursing himself for being such a stubborn asshole.
“Anne? How the fuck are you, you bitch?” You ignored his sad little huffs as you chatted with your friend, winking at him and stroking his chest when he finally brought his eyes back to yours. “Why are you texting me so early? Isn’t it, like, 6 AM there?”
Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had to listen to you chatting with that bitch he’d never even met like he wasn’t in the room. He’d only tried to get your attention once, moaning your name and trying to roll his hips underneath you until you gripped his jaw and muted your phone as you scowled at him.
“If you interrupt me one more time, I’ll leave you tied up here, frustrated, for the rest of the night after making myself come all over your chest. Close enough for you to smell and think about how fucking good my pussy tastes until whenever I decide to let you go in the morning. Now be good.”
He didn’t move a muscle for the rest of your conversation, knowing that you never made empty threats. It was surreal laying there, listening to you tell your friend about your relationship while your pussy was wrapped around his cock like it was the most mundane thing in the world. He wondered if this friend of yours knew how big of a freak you were.
“Alright, babe, let me know when your flight gets in and I’ll pick you up. Love you!” You looked positively giddy when you tossed your phone on the nightstand, curling over and pressing your lips to his until he started struggling against his bonds again. “Puppy, you did so good. And now I’m in such a good fucking mood with Anne moving back to the States. I’m gonna ride this big dick until you fill me up.”
“Ah, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head when you turned the vibrator on again, losing himself in the mixture of sensations as you sat up over him again and started to drive your hips against his. “Baby, shit, you feel so fucking good.”
“I know, puppy.” You reached behind you and placed your hands on his knees, leaning back and arching your spine as you continued grinding against him. “Ngh, love this big cock so much, hits me so fucking deep. You know how hard it is for me to just sit there with you inside me and not fuck the brains out of you? Why you gotta be such a damn brat?”
“Can’t help it, you’re too fucking cute when I piss you off.” He grinned when you rewarded him with a dark chuckle, the rhythm of your hips and the speed of the vibrator holding him right at the edge. “Baby, c’mon. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, so fuck me harder.”
“Aww, you want me to break you, puppy?” You turned up the intensity before pulling off him almost completely, then dropping back down to meet his hips and moaning when he screamed for you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Fuck, he wished you’d untied him, he just wanted to hold your tits in his palms when he watched them bounce like that. A frantic chant of “yes” and “fuck” and “ungh” started falling from his lips as you basically drove him right to his peak then shoved him over the edge. The choked cry he let out when he started shooting his thick load into you had you coming right behind him, his body jerking wildly underneath you as he did his best to break out of his restraints. You let him ride it out as you creamed all over him, moaning low in your chest until his movements finally stilled.
“Jesus fuck, puppy.” You ran your fingers through his chest hair as you beamed down at him. “Now, say it so I can untie you and we can take a bath.”
“What?!” He looked at you incredulously as you cocked an eyebrow at him, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I thought we were finished.”
“Not until you say it, Hugh.” You shook your head at him. “I have no problem spending a night in the guest room if you insist on being a brat.”
“Fine.” God, he was fucking adorable when he pouted. “I’m sorry I watched Mindhunter without you. You were just at work so long, and it’s so good!”
“No excuses.” You bent to give him a peck on the lips and work at undoing his bindings. “I accept your apology, but it better not happen again, Hugh.”
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PRANK WAR | CHRIS EVANS ONE SHOT (PART 1)
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[NOTE] English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes. The requests for one shots are open. So don't be shy and ask me for some one.
Tik tok keeps recommending prank videos to me, so I came up with this short (which ended up being too long) one shot.
The likes, rebblogs and comments are welcome, I hope you enjoyed!
Love, B. 💕
The quarantine sucked, staying locked up was a hard blow, you had always been a very active person who enjoyed the outdoors and the outdoors. Unfortunately for a while the only exterior you had seen was the backyard of Chris's house.
You had your apartment in Los Angeles but you had decided to past the quarantine with Chris and Dodger in Massachusetts. It was a decision that you don't regret, if you had to spend the confinement alone in your apartment it would probably have affected your mental health very strongly.
Here, you had company and a routine that you and Chris had comfortably adapted to. They would get up around six, do a little gymnastics, shower together, breakfast, take Dodger out in the backyard. After that each one would choose a part of the house to work with. Chris was taking care of his interviews and answering emails, you would work on a new article for your digital magazine. Around noon, you would take a break from your work to cook, Chris would join you for lunch together. After that they would resume their duties. You would vacate a while before Chris, time you would spend playing with Dodger and catching up with the social medias. At around five, Chris would get rid of work, they would make video calls with their families to find out how they were. At night your boyfriend would be in charge of the kitchen while you answered some emails and checked with your best friend -and editor- the publication from your magazine the next day.
After dinner, they would play a board game together. They would resume the series they were watching curled up in the couch, with Dodger lying at their feet. After two or three chapters they would decide it was time to go to sleep. The next day, the routine was repeated.
It was a good routine, you weren't going to deny it. But boring ... Boring as hell. Chris thought the same. So the two started an innocent little prank contest to pass the time. It started off with soft jokes, Chris would hide in the corners and jump to scare you when you pass. You would fool him by getting him to chew an oreo with filling tooth paste. Then he would put talcum powder in your hair dryer, in response while he was in the shower you would throw him a packet of flour.
So what started as an innocent contest ended up turning into a war, a war that neither of them was willing to lose.
Hearing Chris's voice, you stepped out of the shower for a few seconds to make sure the door is closed. You weren't going to risk him coming in and playing a prank on you. Seeing the safe stall, you went back into the shower so you could finish bathing.
"What do you want?" You screamed in response, Chris's laughter reached your ears alerting you that he had approached, the doorknob moved. "It's closed, you can't go in"
"Why? I can't join you?" He asked amused
"No, I don't trust you!"
"That hurts honey!"
Shutting off the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself and one over your hair. Watching yourself in the mirror, you started your day routine. Creams and skin treatments. You dried your hair - but not before making sure that it is talc-free - brushed your teeth and left in the direction of the bedroom.
"What did you do?" You asked accusingly when you saw Chris laying on the bed with a shit-eating smile.
"Nothing doll, relax."
You narrowed your eyes before taking off the previously selected clothes that you had left on the bed to start changing. Without losing sight of Chris, you knew he was up to something.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" He smiled hinting at what you had dropped the towel in front of him.
"I'm trying to figure out what you've done" You refute by buttoning your bra.
Your boyfriend laughed getting up from the bed, walked over to you and placed a short kiss on your lips. "Nothing babe. I'm going to make breakfast."
Even though he had left the room, you still couldn't trust him, you knew him very well and you knew he was up to something.
"He'll probably put something in my breakfast right?" You mumbled looking at Dodger, your furry son wagging his tail in agreement.
You finished changing and decided to go down with Dodger following you. As you approach the kitchen, cautiously look around every corner expecting to see Chris jump to scare you, but nothing.
In the kitchen, Chris was waiting for you for breakfast. A funny smile on his lips when he saw how paranoid you were. You took a seat across from him, observing everything. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the sugar had not been exchanged for salt. Everything tasted good. Everything was fine except Chris's smile.
That damn smile was driving you crazy!
You scratched your arm, the war had escalated levels so you were frustrated not knowing where the enemy would attack.
"Baby I promise I didn't put anything in your breakfast, eat," your boyfriend insisted, you sighed coming to the conclusion that maybe you were just paranoid. You scratched your annoying neck, and twisting your arm you took a toast and brought it to your mouth.
You looked at him confused, Chris was the most competitive person you knew when it came to winning games, they were at war! How could it be that I haven't done anything?
"Baby, are you okay?" He asked seeing you stir uncomfortably in your seat.
"Yes, just confused"
"Oh yeah? And that's why?" Chris asked jokingly.
"Because I know you" You moaned stressed as you felt the itch again on your back and neck. "For God's sake just play the joke now, if I don't find out soon, I'm going to get stress hives"
Unable to contain himself anymore, Chris laughed, clutching his stomach. You looked at him confused without understanding, you scratched your arms repeatedly. Your boyfriend took out a package and put it in front of you.
"You wouldn't dare ..." You waited, stunned, unable to believe what he had done.
"Oh honey, what do you mean?" He laughed loudly again when he saw your face of horror. "Put itching powder on your clothes while you were taking a shower? Hmm, let me think about it, I did!" His index finger drew a one in the air as he exclaimed proudly; One more point for Chris, Y / n zero! "
"Is this all you have? It's weak. That is bush league!" You exclaimed standing up.
"Admit I'm the winner and I'll stop baby" he proposes funny seeing how you kept scratching all over the place.
"Oh you little mother fucker, you may have won this battle but not the war! Chris Evans remembers that you started this!" You warned before you ran upstairs to get rid of the itchy powder.
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I am a sucker for overprotective Steve, so maybe something happens to the reader, she gets kidnapped or mugged or something and Steve comes to the rescue? The fluff of him taking care of her or even like sweet and soft “I’m so glad you’re alive fuck you’re never being taken from me again” smut would be amazing.
I love this little universe you’ve created 🥰
overprotective — steve
au: hacker’s heart
warnings | assault , injury, lots of crying, sweet and soft smut
Here’s the thing about being a hacker, you aren’t trained for combat. At all. Steve did everything in his to protect you from violence like that. He kept you from tumbling into trouble. He worried about you.
The Avengers had made a lot of enemies, and with your involvement with Steve added to your job, you were painted like a bright red target. Especially when the first big event was happening right after you came out with your relationship to the public. The Avengers were back in the city for the week, planning an extravagant party to raise money and awareness for the last destruction they had left.
You had to get out of there before someone put you to work, so naturally you went to your old coffee place at like 9pm just to get away from Tony’s anxiety inducing personality at the moment.
Besides, it was the city and it was loud. You might be the only person who missed that.
Scrolling through your link to the Avengers server, you pay for your coffee with Tony’s card that you’ve hooked up to your phone. You wished the barista a good night and walk down the streets of New York.
You snorted at the feed on the Avengers server, opening up your text message to find the name at the top of your message app.
blond with shield ❤️💙🤍
You smiled at the name, typing out a message reading : “i kid you not, tony is reading iron man fanfiction right now, like real kinky shit”
It isn’t more than a few secondes later that your phone started to ring. You clicked answer, putting your headphones in to talk to him.
“Hey, baby boy,”You answered with a teasing voice.
“Where are you?”Steve asked immediately,”I’ve been looking for you, why didn’t you tell you left the tower?”
“I didn’t want the team to know I was gone because they would have made me get them stuff while I was out,”You answered, taking a small sip of your coffee,”I’m a hacker, but an errand girl.”
“I just get worried, you know?”Steve sighed out and you can tell you’ve really stressed him out. He was protective, especially since you were particularly good at making good decisions. He still wasn’t quite over the time you had snuck out of the Compound and hitched a ride into town for an impulsive trip for ice cream. He didn’t understand why you just didn’t drive, and then you had told him you hadn’t had a license in three years. That started a whole new issue because you had driven his car multiple times at that point.
“I’m fine, I grew up in Queens, Stevie, I know New York,”You tried to assure him,”Besides, I’m outside the building.”
You didn’t need to see him to know he was already making his way to meet you. You rolled your eyes over the phone. He was so protective, but you knew that going in.
It all happened so fast. Your phone hit the pavement, making it shatter easily with the forces of two men that had attacked you. You barely get a chance to look at them, but you know by the logo on their masks that they are part of the anti-avengers movement. You had been targeted specifically for your involvement with Steve.
“Your little Captain ain’t here to save you now, little girl,”The bigger man held your arms while the other covered your mouth and knees you in the stomach hard. It isn’t hard to restrain you to bruise you, and you are the brink of losing consciousness when you are ripped away from their grip.
The last thing you see before the world goes dark is Steve Rogers’ face hovering over yours like a guardian angel.
“Are you crying over me, pretty boy?”
Steve glanced up to find you awake in the hospital bed, smiling when he heard that playful voice. He shook his head, and no, he hadn’t been crying. At least not today. He had his tears yesterday night when he had found you beaten, bruised littering your face and abdomen. You hadn’t woken up for nearly twenty-four hours. He felt like he was cried out now.
“You still making fun of me for being worried?”
“Yes, old man,”You chuckled, wincing at the pain in your body when you tried to sit up. You wanted to be closer. “I wasn’t out for seventy years was I?”
Steve rolled his eyes,”Felt like it, but, no, it’s only been a day. I got there before they could break anything, but Banner gave you pain meds so that you could sleep.”
“Have you been here the whole time?”You asked, tilting your head towards him.”You must really love me, Rogers.”
“I do,”He breathed out, fumbling with something in his hands. You finally sat all the way up, getting used to the dull pain as you went to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Look, I’m sorry, I should have told you I was going out, I’m getting better at communicating, you know I’m so used to just finding what I need to know, I forget that you can’t just hack into my phone to find me,”You sighed out, not wanting him to be mad at you.
“I just want you to be more careful,”Steve told you with a frown,”You’re my girl and everyone e knows that, not mention extremely valuable to the team, that’s makes you a massive target. That’s my fault, I should have been more careful about letting everyone know about us.”
“I like showing you off, Cap. I can take a couple punches if it means getting to love you freely, you can’t take that away from me,”You told him, not wanting to be a secret, not after everything.
“I know, princess, which is why I need to give you something, I want, uh, I want everyone to know that they can’t hurt you, you’re mine and I will protect you at all cost, so I wanted to give you something.”
“What is it?”You asked, but he just stood up and you heard jingling while he stepped towards the side of the bed and messed with something in his hands.
“Here, I found something in one of the old boxes of mine here, I had been looking for them to give to you, I was gonna wait, but...I think now is a good time, that way I’m always with you,”Steve rambled slightly, slipping something over your head. You feel cold metal fall on your chest and realized they were his old dog tags.
“Oh my god, Steve, these are older than me, they should be the museum,”You blurted out, hand coming to trace over the engraved words with interest.”This is probably worth more than most things I own, I shouldn’t—“
“You should, I want you to have them,”Steve cupped your face in his large palm, making you look at him.”Plus, you hate the museum exhibit, you said it was weird.”
“It is weird, why make a museum for someone who’s still alive? That’s just fucking weird. You don’t...just make statues of living people, what is this? The Little Mermaid?”
Steve tilted his head at the reference, knowing he had seen the movie one time.”What..oh, because the mermaid had the statue of the prince....I get it now.”
“Always trying to keep up with me,”You chuckled,”Injured and you still can’t go at my speed. Get on my level, Rogers.”
It was your laugh that made him emotion. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but his eyes welled up with tears. At first, you didn’t know what to do. Just widened your eyes and frowned before taking your hand to brush away the salty tears.
“Hey, none of that, I’m fine, look at me, I’m still here to annoy you,”You told him, trying your best to comfort him.
“I’m so glad you’re alive,”Steve breathed out shakily,”I don’t what I would do if you ever got hurt, it’s not only my job as your captain to keep you safe, but also because you’re my girl and I don’t know what I would do without you.”
You didn’t know what to say and you didn’t want to ruin the mood with some clever comment. Instead, you molded your lips against his. You moved smoothly into his lap, making him lean back in the soft chair in the medbay room.
“Right here, Stevie, I’m never leaving you,”You whispered quietly, untying the hospital gown from your body so that you sat in lap completely nude with only his dog tags hanging between your breasts. With your cunt pressed against his jeans, Steve can’t help but gasp.
“You’re hurt, baby, we can’t.”
“Please,”You begged,”I just...I need to be close, please.”
“We go easy,”Steve commanded you, looking pointedly when you unbuckled his jeans until he was able to slide it down your thighs.”Slow, baby, you’ve got no prep...let me..”
“No, I need you now,”You gasped out, hand stroking his large cock in your tiny hands. His member looked thick in your finger, wet with pre-cum as you flicked your wrist up and down.
“Baby, you can’t—“
“Yes, I can, please, I need to be close,”You begged, wetness pooling at your core.”I can do it, Captain.”
“Just...go slow,”Steve murmured, his hands resting on your hips very gently while you hovered above his cock. With very hesitant motions, you began to sink down his cock. His prodding stretched your pussy, shocks of pain and pleasure fill your body. You are almost completely out of breath as you reach the half way point. You already feel so full, little cunt stuffed with your boyfriend’s huge cock.
He doesn’t tease you about how hard of a time you’re having because he knew you needed this, both of you needed this. When you are fuller impaled on his cock, you both let out breathes you were holding. You’re gripping at his broad shoulders, chest pressed against him your walls pulsate around his large intrusion. The sensation is like no other as your body desperately trying to accommodate the cock you crave so much. You feel split in two, both trembling under the feeling of his head nudged against the sweet spot.
“Ah!”You whimpered, head falling into his neck while nails dig into his golden flesh.
“Too much?”He smirked, feeling quite cocky. You moved your hip slightly to make him lose his composure. It sent waves of pleasure through both of you.
“It’s perfect,”You putter, dragging your blunt nails down his chest while you lift your hips as best you could. The wetness of your juices spread over his cock, lathering the long, thick meat with slick.”Fuck, so big, I like the way it feels when stretch me out and just fill me, fuck me.”
“You were made for this cock, princess, weren’t you? Would sit in my lap like this all day, every day, if you could?”Steve used his strength to make you roll your hips against him, but was careful to not bump any bruises.
“Yeah, yeah, I was made for you, love when you stuff my pussy full, but I love it more when that fat cock pumps me full of cum, so much and I can’t get enough.”
“The mouth on you...”Steve groaned, head leaning back with his long lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks.”Swear I got to spank that attitude out of you every week.”
“Mhmm, but you like that,”You whispered, playfully biting at his bottom lip.”You like that I need your guidance, your help, you like taking care of me, taming me.”
“Fuck, princess,”Steve whined, his hands slightly tightening around your hips. It was his way of taking control again, lifting your hips gently for you. He knew he didn’t that you’d get needy for more and hurt yourself.”This tiny pussy loves me, doesn’t she? cause she’s squeezing the hell out of me...”
You whimpered, kissing over his jaw before making him lean his forehead against hers. You wanted to look him in the eyes, he needed to see you and know you were safe.
“I love you,”You whined into him, lips slotting over his perfectly. It was as if your puzzle pieces, the perfect fit.
“I love you too, I’ll never let anyone hurt you, princess,”He vowed, lifting your hips and bringing you back down. You slowly kissed him, just lazily making out while he guided your body against his until you were both moaning into his mouth. He spilled inside the little cunt, spurts of copious amount of cum stuffed your cervix. Steve didn’t let go of you, pressing you against him. He gently stood up, moving to lay in the bed.
He laid back, allowing you to lay on him in the hospital with his soft cock resting in your heat. Steve kissed your forehead, wanting to be close as possible.
“I wanna teach you self-defense,”Steve murmured. You had seen it coming, it was kinda ridiculous that you worked with superheroes and don’t know how to fight for yourself.
“Sounds like a plan, Capalicous, but for now just hold me.”
“Oh, princess, I’m never letting you go.”
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Chris Evans x Reader
Anon: can I request dad!c.evans x CEOmom!reader? that's uhm what my mind can think of, so the rest is yours. ^^
Warnings: none, just fluff
A/N: I had two ideas for this prompt as soon as I wrote it, a smutty one and a fluffy one. I went with fluff because it didn’t specify. I’m open to a smutty part two tho, should anyone ask for it...
Quick little guy posted today just for @harryhollandsgirlfriend, I could’ve held onto it for a while but here it is babe.
REQUESTS OPEN - Or just come chat :)
You hated getting home late. You hated missing dinner with your family. You hated missing bedtime. You wanted to be there and do the family thing, especially since you had the best partner to do it with. You felt so bad leaving Chris with everything, but you were in the middle of a huge deal with your company so you’ve been having to stay late frequently.
You were so upset when you walked through the front door, and all of the downstairs lights were turned off and at least the upstairs hallway light was too, meaning Chris was already in bed. You so desperately wanted to hear about everything from the day but you knew you couldn’t go wake him up.
You dropped your bag and keys on the counter and poured yourself a glass of wine to relax a bit. You slid into a barstool at the island and kicked off your heels before letting your hair down and picking up the newspaper. You skimmed through a few articles before finishing your wine and deciding to head to bed.
You placed your glass in the dishwasher and started it before grabbing your shoes and heading upstairs. You padded up the stairs quietly, heading right to your bedroom. The lights were off and the room was silent, an oddity because usually you could hear Chris breathing, but you didn’t think much of it. You dropped your shoes quietly at the foot of the bed, heading into the bathroom to take your makeup off.
You washed your face and brushed your teeth before heading back out to get some pajamas. The bathroom light shined in the bedroom, showing you the empty bed. There was no reason for Chris not to be in bed, especially if he wasn’t downstairs and his car was in the garage when you got home. Was it? You thought so but maybe you weren’t paying that much attention and it hadn’t been there. Your heart started to race. Your first instinct was to run down the hall and check on the baby.
You pounded down the hallway, pushing the door open quickly and hanging on the handle. You let out a huge breath, your heartbeat slowing and body relaxing. Your face softened as you saw Chris with the baby in the rocking chair, little Charlie asleep on his chest; he too was passed out, head thrown back and mouth parted. You padded back to the bedroom to collect your phone, heading back and snapping a picture quickly before waking him up.
You walked up to him gently, running your fingers through his hair to hopefully wake him sweetly. You didn’t want him to jump and wake Charlie as well.
“Hi, baby,” you whispered as he began to stir.
“Mm, hi sweetheart,” he answered, his voice raspy. He took a deep breath, regaining consciousness, “what time is it?”
“Almost 11,” you answered, still brushing his hair gently.
He hummed back a little, finally opening his eyes, “guess we should go to bed then,” he whispered, looking down at his girl in his arms before looking at you with a small grin, “you look tired, my love.”
“Hmm, I could say the same about you,” you quipped back, “c’mon, dad,” you whispered.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, standing up carefully. He walked the few paces to the crib, slowly bending over and setting Charlie down. He leaned down, kissing her gently, “goodnight, Princess.”
You walked to the crib giving her a kiss as well, before finding Chris’ hand and pulling him out of the room. You closed the door, leaving a small crack, before guiding him down the hall to bed. As you entered the room, you let go of his hand, grabbing some pajamas from the dresser and quickly changing. Chris fell into bed, closing his eyes again and beginning to drift off.
When you turned around, your eyes fell on his sleeping form. You chuckled a little, heading to the bathroom to turn off the light before going back to the bed. You brushed his back lightly as you leaned over to the nightstand, plugging your phone in.
“Hmm,” he hummed, barely waking up.
“Babe, you’re on my side,” you giggled lightly.
“Am I?” he asked, still not completely coherent.
“Yeah, scoot over,” you breathed as you pulled the covers up and climbed in behind him.
He rolled over to his side mostly. You settled in, rolling onto your side to get comfortable. He shuffled back to your side, spooning you and tucking his face in your neck; you giggled as he did so, having always been ticklish. You let him pull you closer, rocking your hips back to settle against him, and he placed a few pecks on the skin of your neck and jaw. You reached out, grabbing your phone again. You scrolled over to look at the picture you’d taken; you smiled lightly, setting as your wallpaper before placing your phone down again. You rested your hands over Chris’ stroking them lightly with your thumb.
“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, feeling you relax, “more than you could imagine.”
“I love you too, babe,” you answered, bringing his hand to your lips and giving it a peck before letting it fall back, “I love you too.”
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