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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Stepdad!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, stepcest, noncon, dubcon, daddy kink, forced babying, use of petnames, oral - female receiving, face riding, fingering, anal fingering, spanking, coercion, blackmail, dd/lg, dirty talk, dumbification.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your stepdad Ari has a strange obsession with you, but will he listen when you try to confront him about it?

𝐀/𝐍: Wow, it’s me with another surprise Ari fic! I wrote this quickly in the past few hours, and I hope you enjoy. But please read the warnings, Ari is super depraved and twisted in this! Based on this ask and drabble!

“That’s such a pretty dress, honey.” Your stepdad, Ari, compliments you, dabbing the corner of his mouth with the lacy white napkin before folding it up and placing it back on the side of his plate. “It’s nice to see you making such an effort for dinnertime, in a pretty dress instead of those jeans and sweatpants you’re always wearing.”

You scowl but say nothing, your fork pushing your food around your plate while your mother simpers in her seat next to you. She reaches out to pat Ari’s tanned arm, “Oh, Ari. Ever the traditional man, aren’t you? Always preferring girls in dresses.” She laughs, although you find nothing funny about any of this, “Although I must agree with your father, honey – it’s nice to see you make an effort, and you look so lovely in pink.”

“He’s not my father.” You mumble, trying to maintain concentration on the lumpy mashed potatoes on your plate. You’re completely aware that you sound like a bratty child sulking at the dinner table – but you can’t help it.

Ari raises his hand to silence your mother before she launches into a lecture about how you shouldn’t be rude about your stepfather and how Ari may as well be your father with how well he takes care of you.

“Well, it’s a very pretty dress nevertheless. And you’re a very pretty girl.” Ari says, pink tongue running over his lips in a motion so quick that you’re not sure your mother sees it – but you definitely have. “But please stop playing with your food, baby.”

You gape at him in disbelief before turning to your mother – but she’s just looking at Ari in total, blind adoration. Are you the only one who sees how weird he’s being? From the way he looks at you to the overly babying tone with which he speaks to you? And the pet-names? The sugary sweet pet-names that give you a toothache every time they float past his perfect, plump lips?

Wait, what?

“Why don’t you stop treating me like a child?” You shoot back, looking your stepdad right in his clear blue eyes. He blinks, thick lashes fanning his cheekbones while your mother lets out a melodramatic gasp. “I’m a fully grown woman, Ari. I’m in college. Stop treating me like I’m some sort of baby. If you want a baby then just have one.”

There’s an awkward silence followed by a sniff of disgust from your mother. “How dare you speak to your father like that? How dare you? After everything he’s done for you? Letting us move into his house, paying your college fees, buying you whatever you want–”

“I didn’t ask for any of that!” You stand up, knowing you have to take yourself out of the situation before it gets any more out of hand than it already has. You didn’t mean to cause a scene, but you’re just so sick of Ari treating you like you’re a baby. You’re also sick of your mother being so blindly devoted to him as if he’s some sort of God. When really, he’s just… Ari.

Ari, with the big, buff arms and the washboard abs and the long, wavy hair that shines and the bright blue eyes and the lopsided smirk of a smile, and – wait, what?

“You need to learn to be thankful, young lady.” Your mother hisses, “Or else you won’t be welcome to stay in this house during your summer breaks. And we all know how much you love all the perks that come with this place, like the pool, the sauna, the tennis courts – need I go on?”

Sometimes you really hate your mother.

Throughout all this, Ari sits quietly with his arms folded across his chest and an unperturbed look on his face. As if he’s drinking in the conflict between you and your mother, the quirk of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips…

You huff, turning on your heel and hating how the baby pink dress floats and flounces around you. You hate everything about it – it’s not Halloween and you’re not a fairy-princess. You can’t believe Ari had made you wear it. Shuddering, you think back to earlier, when you’d come out of the shower and seen the pink velvet box on your bed, along with a note:

My precious baby girl, wear this dress for me tonight. If you don’t, I’ll tell your mother that you shoplifted from Hollister last weekend. Love, your daddy.

And his audacity to act all surprised when you’d showed up downstairs in the pink monstrosity of a dress. Well, you’d had enough now. Enough of wearing the stupid, uncomfortable dress, enough of Ari, enough of your melodramatic mother, enough of this dinner, enough of just about everything.

You run up the stairs and slam the door to your bedroom without a second thought.

***

Your mother had married Ari last fall while you were still at college. They’d eloped, and you’d come home to a new stepfather. You didn’t care much at first – your mother dated around a lot and you were used to all her different boyfriends.

But Ari was… different. He was younger than your mother, but still almost double your age. He looked like he belonged on some sort of playgirl catalogue – all beefy and tanned and muscular, with an attractive smattering of dark hair all over his chest (you know because he liked roaming around the house shirtless more often than not).

At first, he seemed charming enough, with a nice smile and sparkling eyes. But there was something off in the way he looked at you, how his eyes would linger a bit too long, how he’d use pet names with you that he never used with your mother. How he’d coddle you and baby you and do weird things like wipe your mouth with his handkerchief after you’d eaten ice cream and there’d been some residue around your lips.

And now, the whole dress thing. Admittedly – it’s very weird. Now, you lie on your bed clad in your Led Zeppelin tee and panties, twirling his note in your fingers. You wonder if your mother would finally see that there’s something off about Ari if you showed her the note, or if she’d just turn a blind eye because she thinks her new husband is absolutely perfect? You sigh.

The knock on your door has you rolling your eyes.

“Honey? It’s me.” Ari. You stare at the ceiling and breathe out slowly.

“Go away.”

Your stepdad does the complete opposite, and you curse him for having a master key to every room when you hear the click of your door unlocking before he steps inside, shutting the door behind him.

“I said go away, Ari. Why is it that you can’t respect my privacy?”

“You can’t respect me in my own house, so why should I respect your privacy, honey?” Ari chuckles softly, his chest rumbling with quiet amusement. He’s wearing his light blue button-down shirt, but he’s got the top three buttons undone, giving you a peak of that virile chest hair that you often can’t stop looking at, and –

“Look, Ari, I’m clearly not dressed appropriately,” You gesture down to your tee which barely covers your panties, “So maybe you should get out.”

The older man tsk-tsks; “Honey, how many times have I told you not to call me Ari? It’s disrespectful. I’d much prefer it if you called me Dad.” He smirks, settling down on the side of your bed – alarmingly close to you, “Or daddy. I think I prefer daddy more.”

“I told you, if you want to be a dad so badly, then just have your own baby.” You scoff in disdain, tugging your tee down so it covers more of your legs and cursing when the material’s too short to make any significant difference – why had you chosen to wear such a tiny tee tonight? Oh yes – you hadn’t expected your stepfather to invade your privacy.

“Have my own baby, huh?” Your stepfather looks at you thoughtfully, licking his lips as his hungry gaze drinks you in, “You know, I might just take you up on that offer one day.”

You’re too busy trying to get your dumb shirt to hide more of your legs to really acknowledge the weight of his words, a scowl on your lips and eyes narrowed.

“Why do you insist on wearing such ugly things?” Ari frowns, reaching out to finger the fraying hem of your tattered tee, “Led Zeppelin? That’s not something little girls like you listen to.”

You raise an eyebrow, “You have no idea what I do or don’t listen to.” (Although he’s right – you don’t much care for Led Zeppelin, you’d bought the shirt because it was cheap and had a cool logo, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

“I could buy you such pretty things to sleep in,” Ari murmurs as he continues to stroke the material of your shirt, his fingertips so dangerously close to your skin – and you don’t know why you don’t pull away. “Honey, all you need to do is make me a list of everything you want, and you know I’d buy it all for you and more. Pretty pink silks and lace – that’s what you should be sleeping in. Not this ugly, tattered shit.”

Quickly, before you know what’s happening, he lifts your shirt up slightly, a smirk quickly adorning his handsome features, “I approve of your little girl panties, though. They’re quite cute.”

You bat his hands away, heat rising to your face and goosebumps covering your arms and legs as you inch away from him, “This is so fucking inappropriate, Ari. You need to leave.”

Your stepfather doesn’t budge, instead turning his attention to your room; your dresser which is overflowing with clothes, your vanity table scattered with makeup, the various posters on your wall. He sighs; “You know, I was so excited when I heard you were gonna be staying with us over summer break. I wanted to decorate your room just how a little girl like you would like it – all pink and white and cute.”

Wrinkling your nose, you cross your arms over your chest, “That sounds fucking gross.”

He continues as if he hasn’t heard you: “But your mother said you’d prefer muted colours, beige and white and whatnot. So that’s what we went for.” His hand somehow finds itself resting on your bare thigh, calloused fingers tracing shapes over your sensitive skin, “But we could make the guestroom into your little girl bedroom. What do you think? I’d keep it locked at all times, so your mommy would never have to know.”

The alarm bells in your head are loud and clear, telling you to run, run, run for the hills and never look back because Ari is acting insane right now. You slowly shift away from him, despite the fact that his touch on your leg spreads an inexplicable warmth throughout your body.

“Honey, come here.” Ari’s head snaps up suddenly. Before, he’d been staring at his own fingers as they skimmed over your thigh but now his bright blue eyes are boring into yours and he pats his own leg, “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

You clear your throat, “Um. No thanks. I’m good here.” You wonder if you can bolt into the bathroom and slip on a pair of leggings just to escape his burning gaze which seems glued to your bare legs.

“Honey. Come here. Now.” There’s an edge to his voice that you don’t want to mess with. You’ve seen him and your mother fight, you’ve seen him angry and it’s not a pretty sight. “Or else I’ll tell your mother about you shoplifting.”

You clear your throat, trying to stand your ground, “Don’t try to blackmail me, Ari. I’ll tell her all about your creepy note you left for me. She’d hate to find out that her husband’s a perv, wouldn’t she?”

The laugh that leaves Ari’s lips is soft yet maniacal, calculated; his eyes squeezing shut for a second before fluttering open and zeroing in on you, “Oh honey. You don’t wanna play that game with me.”

“Oh yeah? What if I do? What if I’m sick of you always hovering over me, acting like some creep? Maybe it’s time mom knew what you really are.”

“My sweet baby girl – you think she’d believe you? You think she’d ruin her perfect suburban fantasy because her bratty daughter decided to act out and tell some lies? You think she’d ever believe anything that comes out of your mouth? Believe anything you say over my word, the word of her husband? Think again, baby girl.”

You bite your lip at the painful truth – your mother’s whole world revolves around Ari.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You mutter in disbelief.

“Get. In. My. Lap.”

He doesn’t give you any further chance to argue, strong hands gripping on to you tightly and pulling you on top of him, till you’re sat on his knee with a scowl of pure hate on your face and arms crossed protectively over your chest, body rigid in defiance.

“That’s my girl,” Ari sighs, kissing the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a while and you can feel his hot breath against your scalp and for some reason it makes you shiver, “Now, doesn’t that feel good? To just stop fighting and listen to your daddy?”

He rocks you for a while, sighing in contentment every now and again, his lips brushing against your forehead as his fingers playing with your hair, twining it and twisting it, smoothing it down and tucking it behind your ear, “My little baby girl, doesn’t it feel nice when daddy holds you? You’re all relaxed now, aren’t you? Can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted to hold you like this, feel your tiny little body on top of me. God, honey, daddy loves you so much.”

“Y-You’re crazy,” Your voice is high with panic, hands twitching to pinch him or prod him in the eye and make a run for it – but you know he’d overpower you. Fleetingly, you wonder if you should scream, scream for the neighbours or scream for your mother.

“Don’t even think about it.” Ari seems to read your mind, “Be a good girl for me tonight, baby. I need you to be good tonight. Daddy’s had a rough day at work, and I deserve to have my baby girl take care of me just like how I take care of you.”

“M-Mom can take care of you,” you try, wondering why the hell he’s in your room instead of being a normal person and fucking his own wife.

Ari shakes his head, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “No, honey. I need you. Your mommy doesn’t do it for me. Every time I fuck her, I push her head into the pillow and I imagine it to be you. You’re my sweet little baby, you’re the one who deserves to be in my bed, who deserves to be underneath me. And soon, you will be.”

“Ari, you don’t have to do this. I’m not… I don’t… I wouldn’t do that to mom, Ari, please–”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” He snaps suddenly, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forcing you to look up at him, your scared eyes looking straight into his crazed ones, “Call me daddy. In fact, say: daddy, please stop.”

“D-Daddy, please stop.” You whimper, and Ari throws his head back and groans.

“Fuck, baby. It gets me so hard when you beg and act like you don’t want it. Say it again, exactly like that.” He slaps your bare thigh, making you yelp in pain, “I said, say it!”

“Please stop, daddy! I don’t want this! An’ I’m not acting, I genuinely don’t want this, Ari– I mean daddy, please just stop!”

Through your begging and pleading, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his crotch underneath you, his boner so undeniably hard and heavy, poking into your ass from below and it makes you whimper yet at the same time you feel these alien sparks running up and down your legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck – ignore it!

His experienced fingers find themselves between your legs, his pointer finger slipping up and down the fabric of your panties which is inexplicably soaked – leaving you feeling horrified and more than a little bit scared. “Now honey, why don’t you take off this shirt that little girls like you have no business wearing, and put on that pretty dress daddy bought for you?”

Less than two minutes later, you find yourself standing in front of your stepdad, between his legs while he sits on your bed and looks up at you with maniacal and lust filled navy eyes. You have the poufy pink dress back on, the light pink tulle flouncing around your waist and hips, the hem resting a few inches above your knees.

“My little princess.” Ari coos, “I wish you could see how adorable you look. Now, hand daddy your little panties.”

You swallow, breathing hard, nails digging into your palms as you take a deep breath. Something compels you not to argue any further, reaching down to step out of your panties, hands shaking as you hand them to him. He all but snatches them from you, bringing them up to his nose immediately and taking an obscene sniff.

“God, love how sweet your little baby pussy smells,” He says it almost dreamily, “I’ll add this to my collection, sweetheart.”

His… collection? You barely have time to ponder over what he means by that, instead focusing in shock and awe when he brings your panties to his mouth, sucking on them like they’re some kind of popsicle, closing his eyes in pleasure as he practically makes out with your panties and your juices that were stuck to them that now stick to his tongue and lips.

“Delicious,” Ari smiles, stuffing your panties into his pocket before eying you up and down again, “Now twirl for daddy, baby. I want to see you in your little princess dress properly.”

You frown – what is even happening right now? You’d look fucking stupid, twirling around for him in this little girl dress, a pawn in his sick, twisted game.

“Honey,” Ari says warningly, and that’s all it takes for you to begin twirling, “Slower, baby. Show off your goods, let daddy see properly.” You feel like you’re an object at an auction, Ari’s own personal auction where only he has claim to you.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty. Love the way your little ass peaks out from under the tulle,” He reaches out to give your ass cheek a quick squeeze, and you feel your heart lurch along with your pussy. “And daddy’s so proud of you for putting your dress on all by yourself. I know putting clothes on can be hard, honey. That’s why daddy’s here to help you. But you did it all by yourself, and for that – you deserve a reward.”

You blanche at how much he’s babying you, wrinkling your nose, “You’ve got to be kidding m–” He shoots you a warning look that has you clamp your mouth shut almost instantly.

Your stepfather pulls you into his lap once more, stroking you everywhere; your arms, your legs, his lips raining kisses all over your face – as if you’re his personal doll that he’s dressed up to match his sick, specific tastes, and now he’s got you all to himself to do with what he pleases.

“Now, sweetie, you know what this is?” Knocked out of your reverie, your body jolts into an explosion of sparks when you feel his hand once again between your legs, his thick fingers brushing against the hood of your clit.

“Y-Yes.”

He frowns, “Say: No, daddy, I’m just a baby.”

What kind of a sick roleplay was this?! You’d been with guys in college who were kinky, but this was a whole different level. So why do you feel your pussy clench when he orders you to say those words? You swallow hard for the umpteenth time.

“N-No, daddy. I don’t know what that is. I’m just a baby.”

Ari licks his lips in pure, unadulterated lust, “Oh honey, this is your little princess button. It’s special because only daddy is allowed to touch it. No one else – not even yourself.”

You practically convulse off his lap when he lifts the hood, finger ghosting against your clit and sending sparks up and down your body, “Your princess button is what makes babies like you cum – that’s when you give daddy your sweet cream, got it? That’s just one of the lessons daddy’s gonna teach you tonight.”

It’s crazy how you find yourself nodding, your body playing along with his sick game.

You wait with baited breath as Ari continues with his twisted “lesson,” his finger meandering down your slit and gathering your juices which have now begun to drip down onto the denim of his jeans below you. He reaches your hole and stops, swirling his finger around your entrance, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Now this, sweet girl, this is your cunt.” Ari says bluntly, swirling and gathering your wetness, spreading it around your pussy lips and making you sigh and grip the collar of his shirt tightly, “But you’re just a baby, you’re not allowed to use that word. So you’ll just call it your special princess part. Now tell me, what’s this called?” He suddenly jerks a finger inside of you, and it’s so thick that your body almost rejects it, pussy squelching noisily as he curls his finger upwards, trying to stuff it inside of your slippery walls.

“AH, daddy! It’s my special princess part!” You cry, and now you’re practically throbbing down there, willing to partake in his depraved shenanigans if it means it’ll bring you relief. You’re well and truly gone, fucked, beyond saving. And the fact that your mother sleeps in the next room whilst you’re here with her husband’s finger up your cunt has you squeezing around his digit even harder.

“Fuck, baby, I love how tight your little baby cunt is, how you’re milking my finger. You’re so tiny, aren’t you? So tight with just one of my fingers barely inside of you. You’ll milk my fucking cock; I know you will. God, baby, daddy has to taste you.”

And that’s how you find yourself hovering on top of him, your stepdad lying on your bed with his strong hands gripping your hips, guiding you up to his face, your pretty pink dress flouncing around you.

“Hold your dress up and sit on daddy’s face, sweetie.” Ari orders you, a look of maniacal anticipation on his face.

“I’ve never… I haven’t done this before, daddy.” You say softly – and it’s true. Whilst some of your college boys have attempted to go down on you, they’ve either grown impatient or you’ve just shoved them off because whatever they did just didn’t feel good. You’ve never sat on someone’s face, though, but Ari looks more determined than ever when he hears you say that.

“Oh honey, those college boys haven’t been treating you right at all, have they?” He coos, putting on that sickeningly sweet voice that you’ve come to associate with him doing something depraved to you, “Bet they couldn’t even make you cum. And I bet their cocks weren’t as big as mine, but that’s okay sweet girl, you’ll find out all about that soon enough.”

And then he jerks you downwards, making you sink your pussy down on his waiting face. You jolt forwards, gasping when you feel your soft, wet folds against his face and grabbing onto his hair for leverage.

“Oh, oh my gosh…” You can’t help but whimper, the sensation feeling so different, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Now honey, I want you to use daddy’s face. Ride me, rub your little baby princess cunt all over daddy’s face and make yourself cum, okay baby? Daddy skipped dessert tonight and wants to taste your sweet cream.”

If you’re the princess he keeps saying you are, then Ari’s definitely the villain of your story. The dragon who traps the princess around a pit of fire, revelling in your helplessness, each cry that comes out of your mouth pure music to his ears. There’s no winning in this situation, but your body’s already chosen which path it wants to take…

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips. Your movements are timid, hesitant, confused, until Ari grips your hips and grinds you down hard, his tongue so hard and pointed as he swirls it around and around in circles around your soft wetness, making you pant like a bitch in heat, a wanton whore who’s been craving her master all day…

“Ah, daddy! Y-Your beard!” It’s thick and prickly, causing delicious friction as you rut against it – reminding you how it’s a man underneath you, a man twice your age.

“Mm, I know daddy’s beard hurts a bit, sweet girl,” Ari’s voice is muffled, the vibrations delicious against your quivering pussy, “But it’s a good kind of hurt, one that’ll make your baby pussy all excited. Now don’t hold back, baby. Ride your daddy’s face.”

You’re so riled up that you don’t need to be told twice, letting out another moan as you begin to rock your hips again, faster this time when you feel the sparks begin to build inside of you. You’re so embarrassingly wet, your juices pouring out of your fuckholes, coating his face and making it glisten as you rub your pussy all over him.

“Ah, ah, ah!” You cry out, your gasps high-pitched as his nose nudges against your clit, and you almost fall forward in delighted surprise when Ari manoeuvres you slightly, enveloping your engorged button between his lips and giving it a harsh suck, practically making out with it as you continue to rock your hips, lewd squelching sounds bouncing across the walls of the room.

“That’s right, baby, use your daddy’s face. Let mommy know exactly what you’re doing, rubbing your baby cunt all over her husband’s face,” Ari whispers filthily, one of his hands still holding on to your hips to steady you, the other one drawing back and then swatting you hard across your ass. The slap catches you off-guard, sending thrills down your body as you cry out way too loudly.

“Oh, fuck, daddy!”

“That’s right baby, it’s your daddy that’s making you feel this good. Remember that.” Ari says cockily, slapping your ass once more before slipping his hand up, fingers entering your pussy. And this time, he practically forces two of his digits in, and you cry out at the sheer size – how will you ever fit his dick inside of you? When two of his fingers cause you so much pain?

Roughly, he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, wet slapping sounds filling the room as he continues to suck at your clit. And it’s when you feel his teeth bare against your bundle of nerves, it’s when he bites down lightly that your legs twitch and flail and you scream bloody murder, yelling out his name, yelling out daddy, throwing your head back and moaning with no care in the world that your mother’s in the next room because you’re squirting all over his face.

“FUCK! Daddy, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ari’s quick to keep your hips pinned down on his face, not letting you move even when it gets too much, your pussy twitching and sensitive, legs boneless like jelly as you almost sag around him.

“No, baby girl. One orgasm’s not enough. Give daddy another one. And you better work for it. Keep riding my fucking face, baby. My little baby with your cute little pink princess dress. Fuck, you’re making your step-daddy so hard right now, you have no idea.”

Grinding and rubbing against his stubbled face, newfound thrill overtakes your body at the sight of your stepdad below you, his brown waves fisted in your hands, his face glistening with your juices as his tongue licks around his lips before returning to your pussy. And you’re enamoured by just how much of your cream is on his face, and how much of your slick is still pouring out of your pussy – it’s like you’re leaking and it’s all for him.

“D-Daddy, my pussy won’t stop leaking,” You lament, surprising yourself with how helpless you sound, but you can’t help it.

“That’s because your little princess parts want daddy so badly,” Your daddy explains to you, “And I’m nice enough to let you cum again, so fucking ride me.”

And again, Ari grinds your pussy over his face, his tongue flattening up to lick a long trail up and down your slit before swirling around and around, sucking, biting, nipping, your slick leaking on his face and dripping down on the mattress below. God, you’ve never been this wet ever before…

“Fuck, my little princess, you’re so fucking hot.” Ari moans, giving your ass another hard smack, and then another, admiring how the flesh jiggles softly and how you moan in pain at his increasingly hard smacks, “I bet this baby ass is a virgin, huh?” Another slap, “Answer me, you dumb fucking baby.”

“Y-Yes! Had nothin’ up there, daddy! Nothing ever!” You cry, squealing in pleasure when he sucks on your clit again at your words – he’s clearly happy with your response.

But what you don’t expect is your stepfather to immediately remove his two soaking digits from your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks and rubbing the ring of your tight asshole, spreading your slick before pushing past the barrier of muscle, and you let out a howl of pain.

“Daddy, n-no! Don’t want anything up there, please!” You cry, wriggling but all that does is cause delicious friction, his beard burning your pussy lips and the insides of your thighs, his nose gliding over your clit and making you moan once more, and you’re so obscenely wet that you think he might drown in your arousal.

“Little babies like you don’t get a say in what goes up their baby ass.” Ari says sweetly, stroking your hip with one hand as he shoves his finger up your puckered hole with the other, and despite your protests, you can’t help but grind down on him. Because the delicious feeling of fullness is too addicting, especially when it’s something as taboo as your asshole being stuffed with your stepdad’s thick fingers.

Slowly, he begins to fuck your asshole with his pointer finger, and you resume riding his face, a death grip on his hair as you use him to chase your own pleasure.

“What a tight little ass my baby’s got,” Ari coos, voice muffled yet you still clench at his words, so close to your high because you get off on the depravity of it all, “Can’t wait to fill all your holes, baby. You love my finger up your ass but you’d love my cock even more. And the feel of daddy’s hot cum in your asshole? I’ll plug you up with a toy and make you keep it in there all day, princess. God, daddy hasn’t even begun to show you everything I’m gonna do to you, you just wait.”

Somehow, his twisted promises are just riling you up more, and now you can’t remember how, earlier tonight, you were denying his advances. It seems your stepdad is the only one who can scratch the itch inside of you, this itch that thrives off of being humiliated, being babied, being owned like how he’s owning you right now.

“Oh, oh, fuck, daddy! Feel so full, so full!” You cry, rocking harder against him, faster as you fuck yourself on his tongue and the wonderful friction it’s creating against your baby pussy. And Ari tries to add another finger to your puckered hole, but you’re too small, way too small for his huge digits.

“Oh, you’re full alright.” Ari remarks with a chuckle, “Looks like daddy’s stuffed you to the brim with just one finger. That’s alright, sweet baby. We have all the time in the world to stretch you out. I’m sure your mommy won’t mind.”

And with that, he clamps down hard on your clit, sucking on it like his life depends on it, making out with it, biting it, moving you forwards and backwards and sideways all over his face, making a slippery mess that has you moaning and crying screaming his name in abandon as you squirt all over his face for the second time.

“Daddy – AH! Fuck, daddy!” You clutch on to his hair, the collar of his shirt, his bicep, anything you can get your hands on as you ride out your high on his face 0 which is so indecently wet with your juices. It’s the most intense orgasm of your life, shooting stars behind your eyes that leave your entire body shaking with pleasure, red hot waves of pleasure that only Ari has ever made you feel.

You whimper when he finally lets you go, sagging down onto the mattress like a limp doll who’s puppeteer is finally done with her, the overwhelming nature of your orgasm making tears well in your eyes as Ari reaches out to stroke your cheek.

“What a good girl. Thank you for giving me your sweet cream. You taste just like a dream.”

“You’re welcome, daddy.” You say – and you don’t need to be prompted this time.

Ari pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours, and you can taste yourself on him as he makes out with you languidly, taking charge like only a man like him could, “My sweet, precious little baby,” He coos, “That was only lesson number one. We have a long way to go, and by the end of it, I want you to take your mommy’s place on my bed next to me. What do you say, sweet baby, you ready to be my little baby wife?”

 THE END. 

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[bifemboyloser]

Dom!Step dad Chris Evans x Sub!Step son Reader

Warnings: Smut, After care, Chris is 40+ and the reader is 18, unprotected sex, cum in ass, step dad x step son, cheating (Chris cheating and on your mom), Reader hating/ treating his mom like shit

(This fanfic is for male reader and male reader only sorry but not sorry fem readers <3)

(the readers dad died when he was 14 so do that math yourself. If you can’t it’s been 4 years)

(The reader like 5 inch and Chris is like 12 inch)

You were drinking monster when you got a text from your mom. Your mom told you she has a new boyfriend and she wants you to meet him she said she was going to be home in 20-30 so you can meet him. Your mom walked in whit Chris and the reader is piss being his dad died only a couple years ago, Y/N: “really mom?? It’s only been a couple years sense dad died and your hoe ass is already moving on?!” Y/N mom: “that is no why to talk to your mother. Go to your room. NOW” you walk into your room and slam the door fast forward a little Y/N mom knock on the door, Y/N mom: “hun I’m going out with my friends bye.” You hear you walk away and say bye to Chris then you hear the front door. After a while you get a little horny so you go on your computer to watch some gay porn your headphones are really loud and your focusing on yourself so you don’t hear Chris walk in and go behind you and see what your watching. Chris takes one your headphones off and whispers in his ear “what you watching? Looks fun~” Y/M: “AHH CHRIS I-I UHHH” he puts his hand over your mouth and picks you up and walks over to your bed he puts you down and walk back to your pc and turns it off then walk to the door and lock it then walks back to you, he gets on the bed and start kissing you and playing with your cock he takes out his cock and start playing with it the height difference makes him chuckle. Y/N: “C-Chris this is wrong..y-your my step da-“ Chris: “step daddy.” Y/N: no no t-that wrong..” Chris: “ fine yk what? I can put my pants back on and I can walk out and no one can know we did this or I can call me daddy and I can fuck you like a slut. You pick.” Y/N: “no this is w-wrong no.” Chris: “fine bye” Y/N: “no no nvm..I-I want you..” Chris: “Good.” He flipped you on your face and he dosent give you a warning he just slams it in and you scream loud and Steve likes that he keeps slamming into you fast and hard he grabs you neck and started taking off his shirt he fuck you like your a slut Chris: “I-I’m close my love!” Y/N: “C-Cum in me please..” he starts speeding up in you then you feel a warm white liquid in your hold he takes out his cock white liquid starts leaking out of you and out your cock then Chris see your empty monster can on your bedside table and he takes it and slams it into your hole and puts you up on your ass so it go more into you, you start crying a little and Chris comforting you he takes it out and throw it in the trash he picks you up and turns the shower on warm and then puts you in it he hopes in as well and he starts taking care of you when you guys are done he puts you in cute clothes and put you in your bed with a stuffed captain American plush and kisses you goodnight, Chris: “I’m sorry honey but I can’t sleep with you.” Y/N: “n-no you can..please” you give him puppy eyes Chris: “ugh fine but if we get caught-“ Y/N: “if we get caught who cares I love you and you love me..I love you daddy” Chris: “I love you too my little boy.” Chris lays on the bed with you and cuddles you.

[hey I hope you enjoy the fanfic! and just to say I didn’t read it over so sorry if I missed spell anything]

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[shadfanfic]

You shouldn’t have done it papa! 

 Daddy! stucky x little! Reader

Summary: you trusted them but they betrayed you

Warnings:fluff!! At first and the end, mention of needless, mention of reader have to get some stitches, crying, yelling, cursing, reader has Trypanophobia but no one knew, didn’t edit it

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Sorry! It got short but I really like it! Hope u like it too! 🤍

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“that was a good meal huh?” Steve smiled down at you making you nod with big smile,  he start wiping your mouth and cheeks with a wet cloth making you throw your head back

 “Mm p-..papa nu more!" You tried to wiggle away 

“Okay here I’m done” steve said and pick you up and rub your back lovingly 

“Mm where’s daddy?” You put your head over steve shoulder and whisper steve lean so close to your ears and whisper knowing it tickles you when he whisper way too close to your ears

“in his morning run” steve whispered and start nibbling your ears and neck making you laugh super loudly “P-..PAPA!  AH

AHAHAHA-..” you closed your eyes shut and start squirming allot trying so hard to get out of his grip 

“woah woah why you screaming ?” Bucky came to the kitchen panting a bit with a smile on his face, he grabbed a cup start fulling it with water 

“i think winter is arriving and someone is not allowed to walk barefoot anymore” bucky said and you immediately put your head up 

“hey-.. no socks” you said with flushed cheeks cause you laughed allot 

“no talking back trouble” bucky raised eyebrows and squished both of y/n cheeks with one hand and kisses her nose 

“Mm please?” You gave bucky the biggest puppy eyes and he just smiled “then no walking if there’s no socks on these two feets” he smiled bigger when you nod excited that you well not walk!! Only be so close to your daddies in their lap all the time!.. 

After some hours you really regret making a deal with your daddy, it was too much .. the three of you couldn’t play hide and seek It was so boring, 

“stay here y/n! I’m getting us something to drink” bucky said and kissed your cheek hard too annoy u then got up

“Don’t wipe my kisses away” bucky warned playfully and walked away 

“daddy..” you said quietly and giggle when he looked at you “y/n?” He giggled too at your adorable giggles then you wipe his kiss and immediately got up and start running away giggling hard 

“OH YOUR IN A BIG TROUBLE! RUN FASTER” bucky acted angry and start chasing you making you giggle more “oh noho!!” you run faster for the backyard door 

“no! Sweetie!!-.. NOT THE-…!! “ steve wanted to yell but it was too late cause ur yelling took over his

“AHH!!-.. PAPA !!” You start yelling loudly and crying in pain you stepped into something sharp.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky picked you up in bridal style and hold you tightly while walking inside completely ignoring the fact that your bleeding foot is messing the floor 

“it’s inside!? How big it is?” Bucky panicked and steve just sighed shakingly and open his phone too call bruce

“Let’s go buck!” Steve said opening the door for bucky and immediately follow 

“i-..it hurts!! P-..please make it stop!” You were yelling uncontrollably making bucky hold your tighter 

“I know baby i know” bucky said with tears in his eyes cause of your crys 

since they started to be your caregivers they have never see like this, crying with so much panic and pain steve opened Bruce door without even knocking it only to find Bruce more than ready walking towards you three 

“What happened?” Bruce gently picked you up from bucky even tho you tried to fight but couldn’t cause you got dizzy all of the sudden 

“n-..no!” You hit Bruce weakly then

“Shh you gonna be okay” Bruce answered and walked with you in his arms to a bed and that’s when you start to panic

“m-..papa?…papa please i.. i wanna go” you put your hands up too your daddy and he just sighed feeling sad and worried why you were reacting like that?

“We have to wait here sweet girl” he rubbed your stomach trying to calm your sobs “d-..daddy?” You call and bucky immediately showed up “hey there beautiful” bucky smiled sadly at you “daddy p-..pick me up please I promise I’m not gonna walk but please! I wanna go! No needless please” you begged noticing Bruce get close to your feet “don’t touch me!” You looked at Bruce in his eyes really scared 

“Bruce is trying to help you” bucky rub your shoulder and you only looked up at them with teary eyes “J-..just no needles please” you said quietly and tear up more when you feel them hold you down, bucky and steve held you tightly back in the bed “sweetheart i need you to relax okay? I well give you a big reward if you lis-…” Bruce was talking but you immediately cut him off with your loud screams making everyone in shock 

“Bruce! Hurry the fuck up!” Bucky yelled so Bruce can hear him “okay okay..” Bruce started and you felt every single thing while you couldn’t move only screaming scared 

“Please!! LISTEN!-..*sob* I DONT WANNA!” You panicked and start yelling more as loud as you can 

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“Trypanophobia?…” bucky asked shocked and bruce sighed 

“how didn’t we notice?” Steve facepalmed himself and walk too the room you were in but you immediately sat up 

“No!!” You yelled at him and throw a pillow but it barely touched steve and he leaned down to pick it up 

“Leave..nu papa is mean.”you said before another sob came out since you couldn’t control it long time ago

“Let’s talk please?” Steve walked trying to get closer but you just crawled back hitting the wall behind you and it immediately made you tear up 

“sweetie you hurted your head?” He talked quietly and walk closer and open his arms you just stayed where you are crying silently flustered with how your day is going 

“shh it’s all good” steve picked you up from under your arms and hug u tightly, you immediately warp your legs around his waist and hugged him tightly 

“W-..why p..papa why d..did you m-..make him d..do it w-..why” you talked really upset and looked at him 

He rubbed your back feeling so bad and hold you tight “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too upset you okay? But if we didn’t help you know it might have been wayyy worse puppa, i know you were scared and i know you hate needles but we had to do something about it as fast as possible” steve wiped your tears and removed your hair from your face and you listened quietly 

“how about we go get ice cream? While i give you a back ride all the time? Huh? How does that sounds?” Steve smiled at your little shy smile and you just shock your head no “I’m sorry did she just refuse an ice cream?” Bucky came out from nowhere, his eyes were red and nose too he was clearly not liking the fact that you had to face your phobia like that “daddy?” You asked and tilted your head confused why he looks so sad “I’m sorry baby i really am” he rubbed your cheek with a sad smile “daddy i not mad” you bottom lip start shaking when you realise he was crying because of you “oh doll face no more crying everything is okay” bucky took you from steve and hugged you tightly rocking you side to side gently while hushing you 

“Shh relax baby it’s all good now, you cried allot today you must be tired” daddy said and hugged you tightly making your whole body relax and you closed your eyes relaxing more as he continues to rock you until you slept deeply with comfort in your daddy’s arms 

“she slept?” Steve said and smiled down at you “we are so lucky to have such a perfect baby” bucky smiled and kisses your forehead long 

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[manic-eddie]

POV: what your camera roll would look like if you were dating chris evans

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[berberriescorner]

What love language(s) do you think EZ Reyes, Angel Reyes, Chris Evans, and Rio each have?

Oh, I love this! Sorry it took a minute to get back to you. I wanted to think it over and put a great deal of thought into my answer. It's kind of lengthy, so brace yourself😂 . Just a reminder, this is based on my opinion y'all. Don't jump down my throat if you disagree😂.

Angel Reyes:

His love language would be words of affirmation. The oldest Reyes (well technically the middle 😂👀) loves reassurance. He finds that in the small things. Hearing you tell him, "I love you, papa," or "I appreciate you." Means the world to him. It's just something about the way you say the words, "I'm proud of you," that warms his heart. He may come off as a nonchalant jerk, but deep down Angel has a heart of gold. Though he struggles with communication. He appreciates that it comes easy to you. That you know when he's trying to shut you out. "Angel, I've given you two days to stew in your anger. I don't know what the issue is, but that changes today. Talk to me. What's on your mind? What can I do to help?" This is enough to get him to release all his emotions. He loves that you're willing to listen to him vent. He feels you are the only person that can actually hear and understand him.

Angel also spills over into the love language of physical touch. He loves it when you two are just lounging around. His head is in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, giving light kisses here and there. He loves when you play with the rings on his hands. Angel knows the feel of his cool rings soothes your heated skin. The warmth of your skin is a result of the naughty things he's always telling you. He loves getting you riled up, knowing that in a matter of minutes, you'll be begging to feel those ringed fingers messaging your silky flesh.

Ezekiel Reyes:

Like his older brother, this Reyes blends two different categories as well. Having spent quite a bit of time locked up. I would have to say that Ezekiel's first love language would be quality time. Losing all that time makes him appreciate that he has it now. He would want to spend as much time with his lady as possible. They don't even really have to be doing much, he just wants to be in her presence. He would love nothing more than to stay in, cuddled under a blanket reading one of his favorite books to you. He loves that you snuggle into him and listen, asking questions about the book here and there. EZ reads until he hears light snores fall from your lips. Looking down, he brushes the hair from your face, placing a kiss on your forehead. He would probably stare at you for a few moments and then carry you to bed, tucking you and himself in.

Then there is his secondary love language as much as he loves quality time. Ezekiel also has an appreciation for acts of service. He deals with a lot, whether it be family or the club. The fact that you're always willing to step in and help him out, makes him love you even more. He loves that you always stop in and check on his dad. That you offer to help him with household chores and cooking dinner. He doesn't have to worry about him on runs, because he knows you're there checking and spending time with Felipe.

Chris Evans:

We all know he tends to be a workaholic. Every time we turn around, he’s starring in a different project. I'm going to guess that his love language is quality time. He comes off as someone who likes to stay low-key and to himself. Chris also seems like a homebody. I can picture him wanting you all to himself, opting for a quiet evening alone at home. It could be a candle-lit dinner that the two of you made together. Maybe even a night cuddling in bed, binging your favorite movies/tv shows. I can picture him staring down at you, smiling at how cute your laugh sounds. His hand rubs your arm as you cuddle against him, eyes glued to the television. Eyes still locked on you, he’ll pull you closer and place a kiss on your forehead. Chris takes in your features, appreciating that you look gorgeous in just your PJs. You feel him staring, and once you've made eye contact, that quality time turns into passion.

You know what? I’m going to throw in physical touch as well. Chris has been on record saying he deals with anxiety. Hear me out. I’m willing to bet that he craves physical touch. It comes in handy when he’s dealing with stress or anxiety. I can picture the two of you spending time together in his hotel before a premiere or interview on a press tour. Yes, he’s walked the red carpet and sat down for numerous appearances, but his nerves run wild each time. With you by his side, the nerves and anxiety subside as you hug him tightly and kiss his cheek wishing him good luck for the night. “You feeling a little anxious, baby? Just relax. That charming smile and charismatic personality will get you through it,” you tell him as you rub your hands up and down his arms. The tension and worry slowly drain from his body from the feel of your touch. “Thank you, honey,” he pecks your lips as he prepares to head out.

Rio:

Actions speak louder than words with Mr. Gang-Friend himself. In my opinion, Rio is a blend of two love languages, just like the other sexy men listed above. The first is acts of service, and the second: physical touch. He takes pride in his work and loves being the sole provider of the house (even if his significant other chooses to have a successful career of their own). His partner speaks his love language by taking care of other things. Rio can always look forward to coming home to a warm meal. To him, it doesn’t matter if you cooked it yourself or ordered takeout. Just the act of making sure he’s eaten is enough to make him feel loved. You pick up any slack he may have with the kids when his work interferes. All of you understand the importance of what he’s trying to do for the family. It’s also little things, such as having a fresh cup of coffee waiting for him in the mornings. Rio loves the way you take care of him when he’s feeling under the weather. His stubborn ass will swear up and down that he’s not sick. “Baby, I’m fine. Just tired is all.” That’s until it hits him hard, turning him into a whiny sick man child. “Baby, can you make me some soup? Please and thank you, mama.” He’ll roll his eyes at the fact that you were right and call him out about it. He’s fully aware that you have other responsibilities, which makes him even more appreciative.

Are we surprised that the other love language is physical touch? Y’all know this man can’t keep his hands to himself, and he loves that you are the same. Believe it or not, what he appreciates most is that you always know when he needs it. Over time you’ve learned his moods and mannerisms. It’s not hard for you to tell when he’s had a horrible day. Rio doesn’t even have to utter a single word. You just know. One look at him, and you’re crossing the room to get to him as quickly as possible. Rio, meeting your embrace, soaks in the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist. He grins at the fact that you have to stand on your toes to peck his lips. This small gesture alone is enough to ease his tense muscles. Rio will then spend time with the kids as you warm his plate. Once he’s nice and full, it’s bedtime for everyone. The two of you shower together once the kids have been tucked in. After a nice calming shower, the both of you fall into bed. He’ll slide between your legs, lying on your chest. As the pair of you cuddle, it makes him comfortable enough to vent about his frustrations from the day. Your hands massage his scalp and eventually lull him into a peaceful sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did answering it😆🥰! Be sure to leave your thoughts. Please feel free to comment and reblog, lovelies!

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[flordeamatista]

𝘼 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮

pairing:  soft dark!Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

concept: Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

word count: 2.5k

warnings: soft dark Andy, blindfold, desire, fingering, poetic smut, lust, rough sex, p in v smut, body worship, possessive Andy, public sex-dressing room, tiny angst, unprotected sex, manipulation, dance themes,— nicknames: butterfly

a/n: Inspired by my ballet days and the song experience --Ludovico Eunaudi

lovely betas: @jobean12-blog and @writing-for-marvel

line divider: @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

Flying without wings, traveling without moving, seeing the entire universe without opening your eyes.

As you move, you embody your own language, poetic and emotional in a way you can't express with your words; seeing the audience's faces brighten up with happiness, sadness, or anger fills you with excitement.

Through one of your art pieces, you showed the crowd your story and danced into the emotions of expressing the story through your body. The movement flowed smoothly through your body, and you felt your hips your hips extending as your leg elongated up through your toes

Upon hearing the first melody, you closed your eyes, forcing a deep breath out of your nose into your lungs. To prove your exceptionality, you must prove your worth. In dance, the body is used as a medium to tell a tale with music. The aim is to create an artistic image with tunes in the bones.

The rhythm began to move you as soon as you heard the mellow beat, your limbs fully extended with every downbeat. 

You continued your routine, adjusting certain parts of your body to emphasize them. Seeing for his eyes only, since he was the reason you were on stage to begin with.

While standing in the doorway, his mouth curled into a smile. Watching your body move in sync with the music, he was captivated by its alluring appearance. 

His eyes break out of the trance, but only to be sucked back in by a trance much more alluring in your eyes. Stepping forward, he gazed into the mirror and met your eyes. Your skin came alive with the light of his crystalline gaze, illuminating every inch of your body and making you hyper-aware of his presence from head to toe. 

You stopped your movement and looked down at him in the mirror as he pulled a thick piece of black cloth from his jacket pocket. He quickly moved up behind you and placed the satin pink ribbon binding around your eyes. His blue eyes are going to be your eyes now, and he will lead you further into what you desire. He will make the light shine when he is around.

In spite of the darkness that surrounds my soul, it will rise in perfect light

Your eyes almost watered as you felt the ribbon slide over them. Andy's fingertips gently brushed the soft skin of your cheek. The sweet smell of his cologne and the way he touched your body made you want to dance.

In the same manner, as a soft classical melody, you whispered into the room: "You shouldn't be in here."

You will endure the pain of satin ribbons tightening your eyes , but Andy will lead the way.

It sounded like he was moving away from you and closing the door behind him. The sound startled you. Your heart raced as you heard the lock turn.

He whispered into your ear, “Butterfly, if you want me to stop, I won't.” 

You felt the heat of his breath against your skin. “Do you know why I won’t stop coming to you?” Through the mirror, he leaned closer to your neck to watch your movements. 

“Because you are mine to dance with. Day and night.” 

There was no fear that you would tell him to stop, who would refuse Andy and tell him to leave?

The touch of his lips on your ear made you loosen up. Though you couldn't see him, you stepped back and pressed yourself against him. 

Your back pressed against his front, and he inhaled deeply.

 “'I want a show of my pussy' sounds”

Your body brushed against his hips like a lover's dance. 

Your skin was so soft and he began kissing your neck, lightly nibbling at the most sensitive part. Your body seemed to be engulfed in flames when his lips touched your bare skin.

"Oh my!" you moan when Andy pokes his hungry mouth on your neck. 

"You were good tonight. I wasn't planning to stay, but I was going to send you my appreciation."

Andy bites down on your collarbone. Almost a growl escapes your lips. The moan he carved from your body. Tonight, your dance together begins with that moan. 

“You’ve got it, don’t you? That high. You want to be worshiped and adored." 

The words touched your body deeply and the truth penetrated your spirit. Being the best in the program was important to you, and you wanted to be seen in your own right. The moment of truth is Andy's way of showing you that you must be blind if you want to be seen, and that is what he needs to show you.

You felt shockwaves through your body as you imagined what he might do next if he knew how you felt. With your head turned to the side, you made access easier for him.

Let yourself be swept away to another world, another time, another place.

You were experiencing difficulties forming words, but your body was speaking for you. Andy kissed you on the neck and smiled. His hands moved to your waist as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his hard-on pulling against the fabric of his pants. 

Under your pink ballet leotards, he was curious to see what was hidden for him. His fingers danced over your body. As he ripped away the fabric along your shoulders, your bare back was exposed to him. Your body is a dance floor for him to do his steps on. 

Cool air hit your hot skin as he caressed it softly with his artful fingers. There was almost an electric sensation as his hands glided across your skin like magic. It seemed like tiny lightning bolts flew from his body to yours.

In the room, there seemed to be a thick layer of air. Andy found it almost impossible to breathe. A slow dance, exposing just a bit of your skin at a time, was the way he hoped to capture every feature, every dimple, every freckle, and every curve on your body.

The material was moved off your arms and then to your waist. You were exposed to him as he kneeled behind you, pulling the dress further down your body. With a gentle pull down your leg, he lifted the thong off your legs and began kissing your legs up to your spine. 

A soft feathery kiss to the skin. You let out a small whimper when you felt him kiss your skin and feel liquid fire coursing through your veins.

Andy stood back up and ran his hands up your body. As he kissed your neck again, he whispered softly into your ear. "Butterfly, tell me what you want."

A sense of urgency echoed through your voice as you said, "I want to be yours to dance with".

The powerful emotions Andy now felt were totally different from the ones he used to feel when he first saw you dance. There seemed to be electricity between you two, fueling your desires, and sparking your passions. 

He removed his jacket and tossed it aside. 

Loosening his tie, he began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. His plan was to show you what you owed him. 

“Despite what you showed the crowd, you're going to show me more. I will get the special treatment of seeing and feeling your steps" The sound of him removing his clothes could be heard as you stood there. 

You didn't even take the blindfold off because you knew it would cause a harsh reaction from him. Turning carefully, you placed your hands on the dressing table before reaching out to touch his chest. As you caressed his muscular chest, Andy groaned at your fingertips. 

People dance notes, and you dance with Andy.

Every second was filled with deep and aching joy. You brushed up to his strong jaw, lightly grazing his neck with your fingertips. He was impressed by how you felt so far. A few kisses landed on his chest from your lips. You slid the shirt off after running your hands over his chest and shoulders. 

Andy grinned. Seeing that you wanted it as much as he did, he realized he was not alone. In one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. His hand touched your chin and he tilted your head upward. Your lips was kissed by a greedy, hungry mouth. As his tongue danced past your lips, he smiled. Your mouth was filled with a warm woodsy flavor. Every tiny detail and secret spot was explored by his tongue.

Your arms encircled his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest as your lips met, brushing against his strong muscular body. There was nothing better than kissing Andy because he made you weak. Just in his kiss, he exuded the passion that lingered within his soul. The harder he pressed his body against yours, the harder he got. Your fingers ran through his soft hair, chuckling behind the kiss.

In one swift motion, he ran his fingertips along the center of your back, causing you to squirm against him. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss you along your shoulder, scraping the skin with his teeth. He began reaching down into your heated core, which he knew would be wet and inviting for him. 

The deep lyrics of love spoke through touch or caress, the laceration of hearts was done with one glance. His glance.

Every muscle in your body stiffened in anticipation. What would he do to you next? "I can't take much more," you said softly, your voice trembling in the air, "I can't, Sir." 

There was almost a pleading quality to your melody, as if you wanted to be pampered and taken care of. The soft skin of your thighs was brushed by his fingers. His quest led him to the location he had long desired. With his finger, he massaged your pussy, parting the folds. You were drenched. You were pushed back towards the mirror dresser by him.

A silky moan of pleasure escaped your lips as he explored between your thighs. His finger was even more teasing now that he had located your center of pleasure. A cold rush of air touched your backside as you backed up toward the dresser.

The blindfold still covered your eyes. At this precise moment, your body was on for him. Attempting to free his swollen cock, you grasped the front of his pants and fumbled with the buttons and fly. His gaze was fixed on every move you made as you struggled with his pants. 

You were the beginning of his dance. He would have fun with you.

"Simply take it..." He took a deep breath in and he bucked his hips in a hard, deep thrust. During the shock, your throat let out a mumble. "I'll hold on until...I force you to come the way I want you to." 

"Please—I…" 

"You feel that," he said, kissing your lips and caressing your head. "You know how it feels,"

"Yes, sir." At his size, your throat tightened as you swallowed hard. 

"Good…" Andy grinned as he wrapped your leg around his waist. "All I want is for you to come for me.." 

He pounded inside you as he caressed your thigh. Two hands soon guided your hips, forming a fast rhythm. You let out a raucous mutter of contentment. 

Male and female dancers need to be synchronized and have a strong romance. A male dancer controls the female's body while you move delicately around him. The way your body reacted to him hypnotized him. He can do whatever he wants and make you feel however he wants. 

Pushing himself into you and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. As you tightened around him, he groaned under the kiss. He knew that you were probably feeling the pressure just as fast as he was. His lips tore away from yours, as he bent his head to bite at your neck.

Andy could feel you tightening around his throbbing cock. The grip he had on your neck stiffened as he moved faster. Feeling you at last. His throbbing cock continued to cause cum to leak out of your pussy while your moans grew louder.

Screaming loudly, you threw your head back. A sudden and intense orgasm nearly caught you off guard. You buried your nails deep into his skin as explosions erupted in your mind. He could feel your cum spilling over him, lubricating your entrance even more. You contracted and pulsed around him, trying to take the pleasure out of him.

In response to your orgasm, he slammed harder into your delicate body. Seeing you tighten around him and pulse hard, he groaned loudly. Almost coming there and then, he bit down on his lip hard. It wasn't yet time for him to stop fucking you. There was no way he was going to stop. By reaching up, he removed the blindfold from your eyes.

He looked at you. Your eyes were only half open, but you were filled with passion.

There is a sense of darkness in every moment when I close my eyes 

There was something deeply moving about his ice blue eyes. You continued to feel aftershocks. The dressing room echoed with your moans. 

With lust, he kissed your body gently and you closed your eyes again, this time looking into your blackness.

Despite working your whole life to get into this ballet company, everyone seems to work against you. The moment you met Andy, you were surrounded by girls who envied you. To make you the best in the world, he needed you to dance one for him to use as his canvas. Every night after your show, as he tells a story with your body, he stretches you.

It's the perfect time to tell you about a couple who fell in love after your performance, isn't it? And you did the same, taking your time to enjoy the sparks that ran through your veins while you held Andy's hand, the butterflies that filled your senses when he was holding your waist, the flush on your skin when his eyes were full of lust.

Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

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[marvelfanfics1]

hii can i please request a rainy day with daddy chris? watching cartoons and cuddling. hope your doing well btw and i love your fics sm! <33

Rainy Day

Pairing: daddy!chris x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, don't like? Don't read!

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You pout while looking out the window where it was pouring non-stop. The actual plan was to go to the dog park with Dodger today but it was already raining when you woke up.

You were in your playroom sitting and waiting with Dodger before the window after breakfast and desperately hoped for the sun to come out again.

"What are you two doing?" your Daddy asked while walking inside to stand behind you, leaning down to kiss your head and reaching to the side to scratch behind the pup's ear.

"Don't wike the rain" you pout again, leaning against Chris.

"Oh, Honey, I know you wanted to go to the park. I promise we go tomorrow if it's not raining again, yeah?" he said and you nod, you were still a little disappointed but it's not your daddy's fault that it's raining and you know that.

Chris tried to distract you by playing different kinds of games with you for a while when he saw you start to rub your eyes and yawned a few times.

"What do you think of cuddling and watching cartoons for a bit and later we can look through the coloring book that Seb gave you last week, how does that sound?" he asked and you stopped playing, making grabby hands for him.

"Yes pwease," you gave him a little smile. He picked you up and pecked your lips, making his way to the living room with Dodger trotting behind.

On the way there he stopped by the bedroom to get your stuffie and favorite blankie that he knows comforts you very much.

"What does the princess want to watch?" he asked while setting you down on the sofa, handing you your comfort items and you giggled.

"The Pwincess and the Frog!" you smiled, going with the nickname.

"A good decision, isn't that right buddy?" Chris asked and Dodger barked in agreement, jumping on the couch and laying down beside you.

Chris put on the movie and sat down on your other side, placing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

He grabbed your blankie and covered you with it and you took some of it to also cover your daddy with it.

During the movie Chris was rubbing either your back or your arm, that's something he does often when you're close to falling asleep.

Later that day, after you had taken your nap on the couch, you were sitting in the kitchen and coloring in your new Marvel-themed color book while your daddy was preparing dinner.

"Daddy, look! Is you!" you squealed when you showed him the page.

"That's right, such a smart girl I have" he praised and you started to color happily.

When Chris was done with cooking you put the book aside and he placed a plate with spaghetti before you.

"I wanna eat on my own today. M big girl!" you said and he was about to hand you the fork but hesitated, making you look up at him.

"You can eat on your own but only if you take a bath afterward," he said but quickly added. "Without complaining" you nod, taking the purple plastic fork and starting to eat.

Just like he thought, you ended up with sauce all over your face and clothes.

He was relieved when the bath went smoothly, only a few whines but got easily distracted by all the toys he let you put in. After he helped you put on your jammies he went with you through your bedtime routine which included doing your hair, brushing your teeth, and putting on body lotion.

Chris send you to the bedroom so he could get ready for bed as well and smiled when he heard you giggling and shuffling around on the bed, knowing that you were probably fooling around with Dodger.

He wasn't in the bathroom for long and soon joined you in bed with a story to read you to sleep. You got as close as you could to your daddy and wrapped yourself around him, feeling him kiss your head and listening to him reading the bedtime story.

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[nicolarobertson89]

Imagine ~ Finding one of Chris’ shirts from The Gray Man that the wardrobe shrunk and putting it on Dodger. When Chris gets home, he erupts with laughter at what he sees in front of him. Once he calms down, he tells you that he loves it and couldn’t think of anyone better for it to fit than his best buddy.

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[stargirlfics]

What You Need

Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader

Summary: When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need

Written for @dadplease’s 5k Stuffie Writing Contest! Love you, Eun and I’m so happy to have been able to write something for this!!

Warnings: 18+ONLY, DDLG dynamics, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety and stress, use of “daddy” and “little one”

Word Count: 1.4k

By nature you were sensitive and soft and that’s exactly what Chris loved about you. 

How soft your heart was. You were just the most adorable thing and while you had learned to find strength in your softness, sometimes you just wanted to be taken care of, to be babied and told you were okay and loved and didn’t have to worry about a single thing especially when you were always expected to be the strong one. 

And that’s where Chris came in. Your Daddy. The love of your life and the man of your dreams who always did his best to make you the happiest because you were precious to him and deserved the world. 

Things had been going great with your boyfriend of two years, you had settled into your dynamic, and long gone were the days of shyly calling him “Daddy”, you said the title with confidence now, very much happy to be his Little. 

Lately, however, you were more stressed out and overwhelmed than you could handle despite wanting to admit it. 

You felt a little pathetic for not being able to handle everything on your plate with ease, from your responsibilities to things with your family and friends and with your job, you just felt swamped and frustrated that everything felt so difficult and that you weren’t good enough to do any of it right. 

Chris could sense your anxiety looming over you more than it should be and gently guided you to take breaks and made sure to give you extra love and care, he knew how much of your own needs could end up pushed to the side when you felt this way and most of the time you could get through the day but today was just one of your hardest. 

Bad news compounded by the stress of just trying to exist had you on the verge of tears all morning and by the time Chris came home for the day you were really struggling to keep it together. 

He called out to you like he always did when came home but you couldn’t answer him, in fact you were hiding under your blanket in your shared bedroom, afraid that you’d just burst into tears if you saw him. 

You just needed to hold it together that’s all, you had so much to do and you didn’t want to acknowledge how distressed you were in fear that if you did it would just never end. 

But Chris was always good at figuring out where you were at both physically and mentally and before long his soft footsteps and the patter of Dodger’s paws upon the floor could be heard getting closer. 

Two knock reverberated against the half closed bedroom door, “How’re you holding up, little one?” his voice was gentle and careful in that way that made you yearn for his embrace. 

There wasn’t any point to hiding your anxiety, all the little signs and unspoken things were there. You wanted his love and comfort and you had to give in and let yourself believe you deserved it. 

Slowly, you sat up, keeping your fuzzy blanket wrapped around you  tightly, your eyes reluctantly finding his. And that’s when the sniffles and tears started. 

“N-not good, daddy. I don’t feel good.” you whimpered, eyes bleary with tears oh so ready to fall to your cheeks below.

Chris came to your side immediately, the sight of you so upset making his heart ache. 

“Hey, hey, c’mere sweetheart. I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now, can I hold you? I’m right here,” he kept his voice real soft for you, the tenderness and concern in his voice making you sob even harder. 

You could only nod and reach out for him, letting him wrap you up in his arms tight.

What grief it was to be shown so much patience and care when you felt so broken. Chris saw your pain and worry and would move mountains to make it stop and to know that made you feel safe to fall apart and release all the panic weighing you down. 

“Shh shh, there you go. Promise it’s gonna be okay, baby, let all that out.” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head that was tucked into his chest, his hands rubbed soothingly at your back.

You were scared and the anxiety came in waves but it did feel good to let yourself cry and to be held through it, you felt so shaky and unsteady but Chris was right by your side and slowly but surely you allowed that to sink into your mind and provide a shred of stable ground to find your footing on. 

He rocked you in his arms a little, squeezing you just a little tighter whenever your cries got heavier until eventually there were more sniffles than tears falling. 

Nervously, you looked up at him and was happy to see his lips form into a soft smile, just for you. 

“Hey, there’s my girl. You know what I have that I think will help you feel better?” Chris whispered to you and leaned his head down to kiss your forehead. 

You tried to take a guess but shook your head shyly when you couldn’t think of anything and that’s when Chris started to move to get up presumably to get whatever he was going to give to you but you didn’t want to be left alone, you just wanted to stay in your daddy’s arms forever and forget about the icky thoughts in your head. 

A frantic whimper of protest could be heard as Chris stood up from the bed, his heart aching once again at the sound. You were just so precious and sensitive and he wanted to make this all better so he held his arms out for you. 

“C’mere, we can go get the special surprise together,” he grinned when you rushed to him and felt yourself being lifted from the bed, “Good girl.” 

Two words that never failed to make your heart melt like it was your first date all over again. 

The smell of his cologne and shampoo helped ease you further as you tucked your chin against his shoulder and held on till you reached the living room and even then Chris didn’t let you go, he simply positioned you around so you were sitting in his lap, your back against his chest. 

And then out of nowhere he pulled a lilac colored bag from the side of the couch and handed it to you. 

“I know you’ve been dealing with a lot of big feelings lately and hopefully this can bring you some comfort, you deserve it, princess.” 

You were still sniffling and your eyes were a bit swollen from crying so much but there was that tiny spark of wonder and excitement in them again that Chris loved to see so much and he watched patiently as you sunk your hands into the bag and gasped as you pulled out the gift. 

A soft, plush sand colored bunny rabbit stuffed animal with cutest floppy ears and crocheted pink sweater over it’s body was held in your hands! The same one you’d seen in that shop window downtown months ago! Chris must have noticed you eyeing it and your heart swelled as it sank in.

“Daddy! You really got me the bunny!” you squealed in delight, hugging it to your chest. There was a wide smile on your face and that’s exactly what Chris had hoped to see.

“Mhm, I remembered you talking about how adorable you thought it was for twenty straight minutes after we passed the shop and went on a hunt for it the other day.” 

Chris pressed another kiss to your forehead as you marveled over the plush bunny. It smelled like him and the little smile sewn onto his face instantly made you feel like you had a friend, like you’d get through this rough patch, like you had a sweet little companion to hold onto when your head became too anxious. 

“I love him, I love him so much already! Thank you for this, daddy. And for taking care of me and making me feel safe. Everything is gonna be okay, right?” your voice dropped down to that tiny whisper that told him you were feeling Little and vulnerable and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Everything will be okay, little one, exactly right. I’ll always take care of you, that’s what good daddy’s do. You’re everything to me and you don’t have to take on anything without help. Me and Mr. Buns are right by your side.”

You laughed at the name he’d given your new stuffie and nuzzled his cheek, a few seeds of hope beginning to sprout in your heart. 

Maybe it really would be alright after all!

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Something short and sweet cause sometimes you just need some comfort! Sending love to anyone who needs it!

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[coltrainbat]

You’re Mine

Summary: Your FWB Chris Evans likes you more than you think.

Word Count: 2957 Pairing: Chris Evans X plussize!reader / curvy!reader

a/n: First time publishing my work! There’s more if you want it. I saw a gap in the market and wanted to fill it (no pun intended).

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, biting, praise kink, rough sex, orgasm, cum play, P in V, horny af!ChrisEvans, dom!Chris, squirting, Boston accent, cellulite, stretch marks

You lay in bed with your FWB of 3 months now, Chris Evans. For some reason now the whole experience was absolutely mortifying to you. You had a normal 9-5 and never thought moving to LA for an amazing work opportunity would lead you to become the anonymous girl who fucks a celebrity on the side. The whole thing was made worse by the fact you started to catch feelings. Your deluded-self lead you to believe you were the girl he was going to somehow ditch the playboy lifestyle for. But you reason that he didn’t exactly help the situation. For his cocky charming on-camera demeanour, Chris was rather reserved, he’d blush when you’d look at him for a little too long, he’d never rush off after one of your racy nights spent in either hotel rooms or his house, he brought you coffee more than once and knew your order by heart. He had depth, seemed genuinely interested when you went on and on about; your work and its inner complexities, your minor conflicts or misadventures in your day, the books you were reading or the artists you adored, your philosophy on life and your insistence that Rick and Morty is the most genius show ever.

But maybe he was just very clever about the way he operated.

Although you noticed how comfortable it got when your toothbrush lived at his sink, your favourite tea was stocked in the cupboard, tampons in the bathroom drawer, the keypad to his house became muscle memory and Dodger would wag his tail and race around your feet whenever you walked in.

And Chris noticed it to, a pair of your underwear in his laundry, a strand of hair on his sweater, the intoxicating scent of your perfume on his pillow. He’d chuckle to himself at the recent memory of you, inhaling the pillow with force.

At first, it was comical, this dirty secret you kept from everyone, family, best friends, roommates. You’d walk out of a club from a late night, a smug smirk on your face, after getting that routine call from Chris at 3am, growling on the phone for you to get your ass to his. You’d wish everyone a brief farewell and book an uber to his house.

The security who manned the fort into the gated community knew you by name now. Giving a terse smile as they held in a major Hollywood secret. You always thought about if whether there were other girls who’d come on other nights? What did they look like? Did security remember their names as well? They probably had a log titled “CHRIS EVANS FUCKBUDDIES” with all our names and numbers, maybe even a numbering as well, if one girl got too cocky and showed up unannounced so they knew “who to send away” or “Who to not let in if one was already in” you thought to yourself one night as you said hello through the rolled down backseat window.

Of course, this was all a theory in your head, to keep you grounded to the reality of the situation, you weren’t special, and he was using you just as much as you him for some good fun and a cool story to tell the grandkids. You kept it straight during the periods you weren’t together; you’d only ever come when he asked, he always texted or called first. Yet, he made it difficult with the sporadic Dodger video or a selfie of him on set. You rationalised he would do a mass message and they weren’t personal.

The anxiety built up as you played ping pong in your head with the idea of him. You grew tense under his touch, he forearms draped over your waist, supporting his weight with his other arm as he hovered to his side, slightly shadowing over you. He was tracing the outline of your lace bra, generously stretched by the sheer mass of your FF breasts, they were real but didn’t sit up perfectly without support like the fake ones do. They sagged lightly down your chest with a gap separating them down the middle, you hated how you had to push them together with endless supports to get them to be friends and show the truth effect of their mass.

His hands then trailed down to your stomach, using your protruding stretch marks as a road for his fingers. He dipped into the crevices of your rolls smoothing along your skin down the path to where your belly curved outwards like a protruding pregnant lady hanging just so lightly over your public bone so you could still see the tips of toes looking down. His hand gliding along your thigh, finger pads landing softly in the dimples of your cellulite.

You didn’t hate your body by any means taking any chance to show off your luscious curves in tight clothes. But you were often taken aback by Chris’s interest in it. Of course, you stalked him, read the gossip sites, knew his type, the ones you could crush in an instant if you put your weight on them. They all worked in the industry, talented singers, models, or actresses. You didn’t understand the months away on set or crazy schedules. You weren’t that but he wanted it anyways.

“What’s up sugar?” He said in his thick Boston accent, hoping to get a smile out of you. You never had a good poker face and the scowl on your face thinking of his exes was probably obvious. But what right did you have to get jealous or ask? With your budding feelings you didn’t see it a good idea to get into deep and end up heartbroken by an A-Lister. You patted the sheets next to you, looking lazily to your empty side, sighing in response “Oh nothing… was just thinking how many other girls get to sleep in this bed?” you trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

Chris looked shocked and when you looked up to his eyes you could see a little hurt behind them as his mouth curved into a hesitant smile,

C: “None actually.”

Y/N: “Oh really?” you feigned in a shocked manner.

C: “Yes, really… you’re the only one and frankly, I’m happy with that.” He responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

Y/N: “I don’t believe it.”

C: “What’s not to believe?”

Y/N: “Why don’t we take a look at your exes for one.”

C: “Haha fine… they were nothing like you I can tell you that much.”

Y/N: “But that’s the point, Chris, they are nothing like me, they look nothing like me!” The insecurity in your voice pinged. C: “Yes correct, and that’s why they’re my exes, the public ones at least”.

It set in, that this was a classic case of good enough to fuck but not skinny enough to show off publicly you heart broke a little at the thought. You didn’t feel like a good secret anymore.

C: “Every single one lacked what you have that’s why I’m in bed with you and not them and I can even tell you why.”

He took your phone, googling “Complete Chris Evans relationship history”

“God, I feel like such a douche typing that.” he chuckled handing you the phone.

He perched himself on the chair beside the bed, his bare chest on display, the tattoos on his pecks barely peeking out behind his crossed form arms, veins protruding down the length. His hairy legs cross over as he leans back, a smirk planted on his face.

You scrolled to number one,

Y/N: “Ok here, Jessica Alba, 6 years!! What happened there?”

C: “I was young, stupid, didn’t want to settle, she’s married now, I’m with you, case closed.”

Satisfied with that answer you moved onto the next one…

Y/N: “Minka Kelly, 6 years, broke up once.”

He scoffed at the mention,

C: “If it didn’t work the first time, it’s not gonna work the second time then it’s definitely not going to work a third time.”

You went on.

Y/N: “Christina Ricci?”

C: “One-night stand, shit happens, wouldn’t do that again too old.” He chuckled.

Y/N: “Jenny?”

C: “Mid-life crisis, next.”

You were becoming less sure about your womaniser theory as the realisation of Chris’ actions set in. Maybe you weren’t another girl? Maybe all this pushing away and distance done to protect your heart wasn’t the best way to go about finding out if someone likes you or not.

Y/N: “Hmmm ok but what about Alba?”

This one was the closest in dates to you and she was exactly your opposite.

With his elbow now resting on his knee and his hand to his mouth, he quickly made a flinging motion, “small fling didn’t trust her.”

“Ok well...” You didn’t get to finish before Chris rolled his eyes, ripping the phone out of your hand in a swift motion, tossing it across the bed.

He crawled towards you on the bed, pinning you to the mattress, trapping you in between his arms as his palms pressed into the bed, nuzzling his prickly, 2-day old shave against your neck.

Your gasp at the sudden action was quickly followed by a light giggle at the tickling sensation on your sensitive spot.

“All you gotta know is that right now and hopefully for a long time to come you’re the only girl I want in my bed.” He purred in your ear.

“Why’s that Evans?” You egged, needing all the reassurance you could get right now.

“Oh, you want to go fishing now do you? Alright fine let’s go fishing!” he challenged in a tone much louder than his soft whisper before you, you squealed as he grabbed your hands pinning them above your head. As he pecked your sensitive neck with wet kisses.

With every soft kiss on your neck, he’d follow with:

“You’re funny”

kiss

“You’re witty”

kiss

“So incredibly clever” he trailed

Kiss, kiss, kiss

“Fucking sexy”

A long suckle of your neck

“And these, omg god these fucking tits will be the death of me”

He moaned as he buried his head into the valley your breasts.

He trailed his kisses back up to your neck towards your mouth but stopping short pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your lips slightly agape, hair lying in a mess on the pillow, your pale chest flushed with redness from the sudden assault.

“And that smile, every time I catch it, I think I fall a little more in love with you.” Your heart skipped at the sudden confession.

His eyes fell darker as he looked down at your plump lips, placing a soft kiss that made your breath catch in your throat.

You quickly regained yourself as he pulled away, letting the silence of the moment sit between you two first, “I don’t think you’re too bad either Christopher.” you smirked.

He delved the kiss deeper, as his tongue tried to travel down your throat, savouring the taste of you.

He roughly grabbed your waist, trying to pull every inch of you closer to him. His knee went between your legs, spreading your thighs with his force. His hand snaked towards your core as he beckoned his fingers around your panties. You raised your ass to assist as he raced to slide your panties off your thick legs and gorgeous calves. He kissed from your big toe all the way to your inner thigh, taking his time as he sucked, nibbled, and licked at your fleshy skin, leaving red marks fading in your porcelain skin. You moaned at the heat from his mouth giving you goosebumps on your skin. His placed his long tongue flat onto your seeping heat. Clasping his mouth onto your thick lip, suckling on the thick flesh, savouring in your musty cunt.

He cooed between your thick thighs,

“This is my pussy and my pussy only baby.”

“Give daddy all your juices baby.”

You withered under his tough, trying to squirm under his forceful grasp at your thighs, forearms wrapping around your delicious thick ass barely managing to make his fingertips reach your inner thigh due to their mass.

He continued his assault on your sensitive core, but you yearned for his thick member, to feel his heartbeat through his cock pulsate inside of you. Never have you so badly wanted to feel the gush of creamy cum fill up your hole.

“Daddy… please... I need it.” you moaned, pulling at the root of his fluffy hair, stirring a muffled moan from him.

“Hmm what was that baby… you want your cock?”

Your. Cock.

He was all yours, he wanted you just as badly, knowing he had finally worked up the balls to go for the girl he’d always needed and wanted.

He had been such a coward before, he feared the stability that came from settling, unable to fathom that at his age he found his perfect woman – too good to be true but he couldn’t bare to push her away.

He stressed whenever she didn’t reply, anxiety that he fucked it and you’d want nothing to do with him.

He thought you were too good for this lifestyle, you deserved privacy and protection, a normal life, but God knows it’s a crime to deny anyone else from seeing someone that beautiful.

And now he’d have to share her with world, worry that they won’t see what he does and will tear you down to a shadow of yourself, or you have every man and his wife thirsting over her, guys younger than him, who don’t have grey specks in their beard and newspapers calling him the “Eternal Playboy”.

He hated that title, fuck does he worry that you would brush him aside feeling like he’d treat you any less than you’d deserve.

He was never going to let you for a second doubt that he wasn’t grateful to have you.

He grabbed his thick member in his hand, rubbing over the tip, not like he needed more lube your cunt was literally pouring, and he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

Rubbing his swollen tip against your wet entrance, he loved watching your squirm and squeal under his touch.

“Open your eyes baby, I want you to see me stretch out that tight, fat pussy.”

You popped your head up meeting eye to eye with Chris, his mouth on yours. He motioned his eyes between you two, his cock slowly moves between your folds.

The force of his head breaking against your walls. You’d fucked many times before, but you were still getting use to his sheer size. But when he bottomed up on your cervix it’s like his cock was made for you - filling every each, on your hole.

He spent a moment just stagnant inside of you, wanting to savour the heat of your cunt, the feeling of you beneath him, just his.

“Please Chris… daddy… fuck me I need it.”

“Yeah baby… does that kitty want daddy?” Without warning he started his vigorous thrusts.

The aggressive thrust caused you to move up and down the silk sheets, your moans getting jaggered. You managed to choke out a daddy here and then, but Chris was doing all the talking:

"Yeah, you like that cock baby? That’s your cock, all yours baby.” As he continued hitting your cervix.

His hand reached down, determined to make you cum, as his thumb whirled around your swollen clit.

He bowed his head, his mouth open, popping a nipple into his mouth as he bit the nib ever so slightly to cause a sudden jerk reaction. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue around your big areolas. Loving the surface, he could cover with his tongue.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as the heat rose from your canal. Chris felt your walls tighten around him knowing you were close.

"You gonna squirt for me baby? Come on... come on your cock baby, only you can cum on daddy’s cock... God you’re so good for me baby. “

With the final verbal encouragement, Chris gave you all the praise you needed to release on his cock, knowing after this you will have to change the sheets. You soak through them pushing Chris out with the gust of liquid flowing out of you.

“God baby… we are gonna have to get you a squirt blanket.” He chuckled shoving his cock back in… he wasn’t done with you yet.

His thrusts became sloppy and less catered to you. His grip had tightened on your hips, snaking both his hands to grab the heavenly plump bounds that was your ass as his nails dug into the flesh. His eyes were shut and his face scrunched up, pink lips parted as he focuses on his orgasm. Enjoying the feeling your pussy gives you.

“Oh fuck!” he twitched inside of you. “Are you close daddy? hmm? ready to fill me up with my cock?” You egged on his impending orgasm impatient to feel him inside of you, he twitched more as you continued. “That’s its daddy… cum for me.” Chris twitched for the last time and exploded inside you, his seed filling your hole, you wanted to always have him in you. You loved this feeling. He collapsed on you relaxing his weight onto your curvy body. Enjoying the built-in pillows, he has now all to himself. Once you knew he was done you tried to move away from his tight grip. 

He muffled into your boobs “Don’t move… I want my kids in you.” You blushed at the thought.

 “I love you so fucking much.” he leaned up and kissed you.

“I love you too.” Finally letting you move.

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[bifemboyloser]

Need more daddy evans content 😝🥰

Yes sir 😝

Top!Chris Evans x Bottom!FemboyReader

TW: cum in ass and mouth

You and Chris were fucking each other for a while but your mom never found out, He would boss you around because he was your daddy. You two were in your room making out “mmmm…~d-daddy..”

“You like that boy?”

“Y-yes sir..”

After a couple minutes you and your boyfriend hear your mom knocking on your door “Y/N honey are you in there?” “Uhhh..I’m..y-yes mom I am..” your boyfriend fine enjoyment out of this so he take off your pants and your underwear. He takes out his nice 13-inch-thick veiny cock and run the tip up and down your hole. You whisper to him “daddy what are you doing?” You blush. “Uh Y/N honey are you ok who are you talking to in there?” “Uhhh no one no one in here mom..” he put him tip into your hole and you moan out on accident. “Y/N Honey?” “Y..ya I’m ok mom..I’m ok…” “ok honey I’m going to the store now bye” you hear her get her keys and walk out the house. “Ugh finally she gone. Now I can use your hole all I want.~~” you feel his cock go in and out of your ass “ahhh d-daddy your so big..” “I know baby boy~ But I know you can take it~” you know you two just started but your a boy that can’t keep his cum in his cock so you let out a little pre cum. Chris see that you let out a little so he starts speeding up. You put your hand on your dick and starts to jerking yourself off. You fell your daddy warm cum Inside your hole and when he take out his cock your hole starts to drip cum. But no you two are not done he puts you on the end of the bed on the floor and he puts his cock inside your mouth. You take all his inches and taste all his cum on his cock. “Ya you like the taste of my cum?~” “mhm..~” “stupid cum slut.” He starts using your mouth like a sex toy. When he starts to slow down you know he about to cum so you take your hand and put it on his cock and start jerking him off and sucking him. You feel his warm cum going down your throat. You take his cock out your mouth and starts licking the cum around your mouth and on his cock when you are done you put on some cute cat thighs highs with hello kitty underwear and a hello kitty hoodie. He stays naked and you two cuddles up with each other and fall asleep

(Sorry if I spelled anything wrong or if anything didn’t make sense I was literally speed running make this 😭)

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[shadfanfic]

A rough week 1

you asked for this 

Daddy! Stucky x little (not so little in this chapter)  ! F-Reader

Summary: y/n got into a big fight with some guy in school and her daddies were in a really really bad mood 

warnings: angst, punishment, Spanking, mean! Stucky, no after care after the punishment, didn’t edit it too sleepy 💀

a/n: i really really love this story so enjoy it 🤍 don’t forget to tell me what you think!

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it was finally the day your daddies come back from their long mission they both miss you so much their indeed still stressed and tired from everything that happened in the mission, but they couldn’t control but sleep with you in your bedroom 

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“wake up y/n come on you need to eat breakfast” bucky opened your window and walked to you and start rubbing your back smiled at you when he noticed your annoyed face “mm five minutes?” You asked with your adorable sleepy voice, you heard steve giggle a bit “No you have school come on”steve dragged your blanket and you stood up “Okayyy” you whined annoyed but you did get a quick pinch on the back of your thigh  for it “Don’t whine” bucky spoke with fake angry face making you giggle “alright alright” you giggled and entered the bathroom 

“okay here you go, you be careful sweetie” wanda smiled at you and hand you the lunch box “okay wanda thank you so much!” You hugged her tight and ran outside

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“oh your the new girl?” A guy leaned in your table smiling “yeah?” You answered “Your cute” he smiled more at your annoyed face “Back off” you warned with angry face, you were mad even tho you were so cute “or what?” He smirk and licked his lip “You gonna leave this room bleeding” you whispered and looked at his eyes “Hahaha! I like girls when their tough it turns me on” he whispered and you clunched your jaw hard at his disgusting comment 

“He started!”

You yelled loudly with red face from anger, you were only only defending yourself

“well, if he did start why are you yelling? Why you acting nervous and suspicious ?”

the teacher said with raised eyebrows 

Making you giggle angrily about to lose control 

———After 2 hours 

You were walking outside the school with angry tears in your eyes peter followed after saying goodbye to his friends trying to calm you down 

“Y/n relax,  I’m in your side I’m gonna try to convince them not to punish you!”

Peter walk with you, he knew you gonna get punished by them specially at this really stressful time

“No peter! Let me be responsible of this” you said looking up at him with your teary eyes “y/n your crying?” Peter asked and cup your face “I’m gonna be fine”you tilted your head out of his grip and both of you noticed happy walking towards you too 

“Is everyone alright?” Happy asked and peter nod and you just stood there quiet “Alright, steve want to talk to you y/n as fast as possible” happy said and start walking you and peter to the car

After really stressful hour you arrived to only see a crossed armed bucky and steve biting his lips trying to control his anger, peter start rubbing your back noticing your getting nervous

Your door got opened by bucky and look at you with emotionless eyes “Out of the car miss angry” he talked you gluped and got out of the car slowly trying to take the longest time so you three don’t get alone in your bedroom, 

“Y/n” steve said loudly knowing what your trying to do, you jumped and start walking fast To enter the building bucky tried to grab your arm but you freed yourself from his grip so fast and start running inside “Hey! Get back here y/n! Or else!” Bucky yelled, he was about to run after you but he was stopped by steve “If she goes inside we gonna get her so let her go, for now” steve looked at bucky angry eyes “she used the way We! Taught her to defend herself but she hit another kid!” bucky answered angrily “I’m aware of that buck, but let’s not make a scene here okay?” Steve said and smiled a bit at bucky who just sighed “okay” he said and they both start walking towards your bedroom 

“Before you do an-“ you talked when they both enter but you were cut off by steve hand landing on your cheek “you only talk when we ask you too y/n” bucky said and lock your bedroom “I was defending-..” this time bucky slapped you and you fell in your bed crying annoyed and angry at how your day is going “you better count” steve said taking his leather jacker off “if u forget or lost count we well start all over again” Bucky walk towards a chair and place it in front of you “So easy way or hard way” you just shock your head no crying silently “N-no l-listen to me f-first” you begged but you only got dragged by your arm and forced to lay on ur stomach in bucky lap “daddy well give you 25 spanks and papa well give you another 25 understood?” Bucky whispered in your ear and you nod, closing your eyes shut as hard as you can and closed your fist on your daddy’s sweat pant “you well be done soon if you continue listening to us” steve said removing your hair from your face

After your punishment, your both cheeks were red and you felt yourself being picked up and thrown in the bed “take a nap y/n” steve said and turn of the lights and bucky closed the door, they both didn’t even wipe your tears after the punishment or even praise you they just left without saying or doing anything leaving feeling gulity for something you don’t even know

—after 1 hour 

“peter, what happened” natasha asked peter curious while playing with her mug, everyone was in the kitchen chatting about random stuff “It wasn’t y/n fault that’s all i know, his a dick to everyone so I’m in y/n side” peter said scratching his head avoiding bucky and steve eyes

“kid, your phone is blowing up can you shut it off for a second” tony came in the kitchen and throw peter his phone and peter immediately grab it, he looked confused at the videos was sent in the class group, peter opened one of the videos and sigh seeing y/n in it 

“What is it?” Tony asked peter “it’s just, people in school filmed y/n while fighting” peter smiled sadly and bucky sat straight with steve “show me” bucky put his hand out and peter immediately gave him the phone 

steve sighed feeling super bad for what he did, bucky gluped and hand peter his phone back “thank you” bucky stood up with steve and both of them start walking to your room so fast 

“y/n?” Steve asked surprised to see you still awake, you usually sleep after you come back from school and he thought the punishment made you more  tired and needing your nap. but he was so wrong -

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[h0unds-of-h3ll]

I’ve just read Thorn 85000 times I’m literally frothing at the mouth. I can’t stop thinking of Lloyd and his low-key bimbo wife who gets everything and anything she asks for and let’s him use her in any way he wants in exchange for cute heels or a nice dress she’s wanted for a while. She gets her own car of her choice and 4 of the best cia trained body guards Lloyd could find to escort her wherever she wants to on the rare occasion Lloyd himself isn’t available to accompany her. Lloyds bimbo wife and her humongous body guards who she adores and makes carry around her mountain of shopping bags so her extremely expensive manicure that Lloyd paid for doesn’t get chipped and the only thing she carries around herself is her husbands credit card.

“I know you’ve already said no baby but please please can we get a dog? Just a little Pomeranian or something, nothing big”

“If you bend over this table right now and let me have that gorgeous fucking ass maybe I’ll think about it sweetheart”

“Okay😊😊” as she bends over immediately

Please develop on them if you can Omg, you’ve awoken a beast within me.

Oh. My. God. Anon yes.

You’d walk through the halls in a flowy dresses that Lloyd picked for you. Three men are always located to where you are, you know their names and families. Lloyd was flustered when you addressed them by their name and not their unit. When Lloyd deals with “business” he makes you promise to stay in your room. Everything you asked for is in there, ceiling to floor wall to wall is decorated in your image. Beautiful *expensive murals are painted above your bannister. You can tell whether the meeting was good or bad by how rough Lloyd is after. Some nights he can’t even look at you the same, others he’ll stay until dawn. One time he overslept and got caught with his big arm around your waist. You live a simple life, being a gopher for all his needs. He wants a massage with organic oils he requests you, he wants to hunt you in his labyrinth of a maze he gets it. And in return, you get a lavish life with a big man who hates anything soft. Yet, he returns to you each and every night.

Some nights he doesn’t come in, simply shooting you a text of his girthy cock between his broad thighs. “Thinking of you.” You may be oblivious to a lot of things but you know that he’s doing it to be cruel. Lloyd runs before daylight each morning, if he wanted you that bad he’d take it. He does it to keep you wanting he often thinks your tamed side he’s worked so hard on will become spoiled. When it does there’s a thing he likes to call “resetting” Even if Lloyd is a busy man he sets aside his schedule for however long to punish you. To make you remember that your his flower and he’ll pluck as many petals as he pleases. Once you’ve learned your lesson, he takes you out to go shopping or a vacation as a reward. He took you to Disneyland because your pleas finally got to him. He hated every minute of it. *He got to fuck you behind Splash Mountain so he called it a compromise.

When Lloyd is away for business he puts you in charge of keeping his castle maintained. He frequently keeps in touch, sending you lots of tough love. And m a n y unsolicited inappropriate photos. You were having breakfast, chatting with one of the guards when a message from Lloyd popped up. Him fucking his fist in a rapid pace with the sound on. If the guard wasn’t already scarred from working with Lloyd then he was now. Lloyd knows how to please his dopey petal. He comes home with tons of gifts. From tailored dresses, jewelry, to stuffed animals he gave you all. He made sure you lived like a princess.

The catch was you’d have to let the god of a man rearrange your guts and tear your ass into different shades of red. He’d never actually hurt you to where your skin would scar. He’d just fuck you raw and relentlessly. Pretty pink skirt of a dress pulled up to under your tits. Tits pooling out the front. Your acrylic nails leaving long streaks of bloody scratches down his back. Your heels digging into his ample ass. Each thrust splits your poor cunt into two. His cum filled your channels to the point where when he pulled out you still felt full. He’s gotten better albeit still the worst at aftercare, but now he kisses you sometimes and calls you pretty things. Lloyd Hansen lives like a king and it only makes sense to have you as his princess.

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[berberriescorner]

Girl i neeeed a snippet from clear a bitch chris evans x reader 🤣🤣 with a title like thaaaat 👀

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

It’s not edited, so please excuse any mistakes.

Snippet: “Clear a Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black!Reader

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

If it happens again I’m going to cause a scene in this bitch, Christopher.

“I love how you’ve touched up the beard. It always looks so soft and silky.”

Did this bitch just tug and run her fingers through MY husband’s facial hair?!

Leaning in closer she boldly sniffs him and all but moans. You started to open your mouth to let this bitch have it, but decided against it. Chris had given you a gentle squeeze on the hip. You knew he was signaling to remain calm. Also to remind you that you were in the middle of the red carpet. No need for you all to make your debut on TMZ. Not over this mad ass bitch.

“Mm, and that aftershave. You smell amazing.”

Chris tensed a bit, looking extremely uncomfortable. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your husband pulled you into him, placing a protective hand on your hip. Knowing your temperament, Chris did his best to diffuse the situation. He attempted to change the subject but was cut off once again. The washed up actress sucked in a breath at the irritated glance he gave her. However, it still wasn’t enough to deter her. She reeked of jealousy. Glancing at the protective grip Chris had on your waist, only pissed her off. The desperate, thirsty woman gave you an irritated glance that quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Y/N what a lovely ensemble that is. I didn’t know Lane Bryant made evening gowns.”

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Imagine Dom Daddy Chris taking you as his date to an award show, but not being able to keep his hands off you:

"Just one kiss for the cameras, Y/n, c'mon." Chris says, pulling me against him on the red carpet as flashes go off like a lightning. I lean in close, feeling his chubby dick against my hip, and press my cheek to his pretty pink lips.

More flashes surround the two of us as we hold position a bit for the photographers. I can feel Chris' hand start to creep up my back, resting briefly on my slender neck to rub his thumb across slowly, then higher into my curly hair. His hands tangle into my short locks as he slowly trails across his lips to mine and kisses me deeply. I can feel his dick start to rise against my hip, as the cameras continue to go off in a frenzy. My panties start to dampen and stick to my pussy as he kisses me passionately. My minds too hazy to give a fuck as I slip my tongue into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Alright, Alright you two. Get a damn room." Sebastian jokes as he walks by us, briefly clasping Chris on his shoulder as he does. Chris only pulls back, eyes focused intently on mine, ignoring his castmate.

I'm mortified and immediately wanna disappear. But Daddy Chris is having none of that. "Bathroom. Now." Is all he says as he drags me with a firm arm around my waist to the entrance door..

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[marvelfanfics1]

I'm in my Chris Evans era

- Not Julia 💜

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