you sit in the couch with new said stuffie watching a show/movie, daddy chris sitting next you & reaches his hand down your panties and starts to rub you and finger you, he’s saying “just hold on to your new stuffie princess.” when you whine for him bc of his actions
you kneel in from of daddy chris clinging to the new stuffie as you suckling on his cock as he watched his own show. maybe he pats your head once and a while. maybe it leads to him fucking your face.
adriana why are you always the best at these 😭😭 i actually have a draft like this!! i'm a little bit hesitant to post it (i don't have much ddlg/chris evans/littlespace content on here)
but basically? daddy gets you a new stuffie and she's so perfect and snuggly and you spend the entire day with her. you have a little tea party and chris joins for a little bit before returning to work (much to your dismay) and then you eat a lovely dinner he made and snuggle in bed. while he's holding you in his arms and you're almost half asleep, you'd feel a little pressure between your legs and you'd wake up all stirred and dizzy.
"shh, princess, look how pretty your stuffie is!" "it is pretty, daddy..." "that's right, just hold on to her for me. daddy needs to use your little pussy, you're gonna let me, right?" "yes, daddy!"
Ooooof I am heeeere for daddy Chris. The way he’d baby you. Little touches and squeezes all the while he’s whispering absolutely filth. “You don’t even know what you need right now, do you? You gonna let daddy decide, hmm?” He knows how absolutely pliant you are like this, how you’ll do anything for your daddy. UGH.
yesss anon let's gooo! chris is definitely a very loving and cuddly daddy but he knows that you're a complete mess for him and i feel like he practically lives for that. it's even with simple things as well, if he just lovingly puts a hand on your back or gives you a tiny kiss on your cheek, you melt.
you're just a dumb baby, too, a little slut for him to fuck with whenever he wants (which he pretty much does all the time) "can't even speak, what a little dumb whore" "such a baby, but a good girl for her daddy at least, yeah?"
Summary: You were on live with your daughter is keeping you company while you wait for Chris to take her from you.
Word Count: 1k
Warning(s): fluff, you have a child 🥳, poorly written in my opinion, maybe?! (sorry in advance).
A/N: I wrote another one, similar scenario for Sebastian, so keep a look out for that one if I haven't posted it already hehe. (GIF is not mine), Hope you guys enjoy :)
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"Awe, thank you guys so so much; I really appreciate all the love and support". Your cheeks blush a rosy red colour as you watch all the positive comments rolling through on your Instagram live.
It wasn't uncommon to be live-streaming on a Monday morning in the Evan's household. I mean… It's kinda a part of your job of being a small influencer. Today's live stream consisted of your face wash routine; you rarely wore makeup only when you needed to go to certain events with your husband. Other than that, you were all-natural. Hence the quick routine you were already halfway through.
You had your phone set up in front of the bathroom counter, chair in the middle so you could sit and do your routine from there. Now, to your surprise, not many people knew that you were Chris Evan's wife. It was a given, but occasionally you'll have the often person to who you're married to. You wouldn't hide it nor lie to them. Still, they'd get so excited when they'd hear that you were indeed the 'y/n Evans.'
You were just a regular person who loved to do all these out-going and quirky things, which captured Chris so enamoured with you seven years ago.
Finishing up on washing your face, you heard the baby monitor go off quietly on the side of you. It was your daughter who had woken up from her nap. Your daughter isn't much of a crier, but you still like to be extra careful with her on the off chance that she does. You chuckle off to the side when you watch your daughter getting off her small bed, collecting her blanket and soft teddy. You knew she was heading straight for you.
You're smiled before looking back to the live stream. "I think my little one will be joining us in a bit; maybe she'll want to say hello" you chuckle. The comments seemed to go faster than they did before.
You hadn't posted much of Chris and your daughter on social media; that was something both you and Chris wanted to keep a bit more private after she was born. Of course, obviously letting the occasional photo post of you guys heading on a trip or watching Chris on set but other than that, it was all away from the media.
"Mummy?" Your daughter smiled; you turned your chair, smiling back at her, "good morning, love" you held your arms out, to which she instantly walked into. You chuckled, brushing her messy hair from her face before picking her up onto your lap. "Morningggg", she giggles, hugging onto your waist tucking her face into your chest. "Did you wanna say hi to mums friends, love?" You looked down and whispered before placing a kiss on the top of her head. Your daughter looks up smiling, giving an innocent little wave to the camera before returning to rest her head on your chest.
"Alrighty, her dad should be here soon so we can finish this up. But until then, little Evans will be joining us" you smiled brightly. You began talking to the camera again now that you were done with your face routine.
Your daughter still on your lap, just sitting, playing with her small teddy. "Hon?" You hear Chris from the bedroom; he walked in, "Hey, love, we're in here", you softly yell out to him. Chris comes around the corner leaning on the door frame, watching you, his smile brightly paved on his face. He loved seeing you two, something he was so thankful for.
You look over to him, returning a slight grin before looking down at your daughter, "Wanna go have breakfast with Dada?" You asked her; your daughters head immediately shoots up, turning back to see her dad. "Dada!" she let out, squealing in excitement; you turn the chair to face Chris. He walks towards her as she makes grabby hands at him.
"Helloooo" He lifts your daughter off your lap, lightly throwing her in the air before catching her. She smiles at him kissing her dad's nose. It was safe to say that was their thing, and you loved it. The entire live stream witnessing the cuteness overload. He smiled, leaning down to you kissing your soft lips, which you softly returned.
"Alrighty, well, I have to go feed this little one, have a great day, guys", he waves goodbye to the camera.
"Say goodbye, bubs", Chris spoke to your daughter; she giggles, letting her little hands wave the camera goodbye. You chuckle at the moment, watching as the two walk away. Chris cradled her in his arms. The pair of them had now walked out downstairs to have their dad and daughter breakfast.
"Well, guys, that concludes my little routine for today; please leave me some requests of what you'd like to see next week Monday." You smiled, picking up your phone. "Have a wonderful day". You concluded your live stream. Memories like this that you'll never forget, another one that had made you realise how much love and cherish you had for your small family.
You'd gotten ready, making your way down the stairs to eat breakfast with your daughter and Chris. Nothing like a good family breakfast to start a Monday off.
"Hey, hon, foods on the table", Chris spoke as he finished washing up to join both you and your daughter at the table. You took a seat smiling as your daughter was smashing her pancakes into her mouth.
"Mhm... looks delicious, is it good bubby?" you turn to your daughter, who was already profusely nodding. "Great", she stuck her two thumbs up before directing her attention back to her plate of food. Chris came beside you, kissing the side of your head. "I was thinking maybe we go for an adventure today?".
You raise an eyebrow after you had taken a bite of your food, "where to?" you smiled. "Take her to the park and maybe then to Aunt Scarjo because she said that she wanted to see ya" both of you, turning to your daughter, "yes! yes! Aunt Jojo!" she did a little dance in her high chair.
Both you and Chris chuckled, "and what about us?" "Scarlett said she'd look after her for the night, so I thought maybe a bit of stargazing?" you grinned; Chris knew you so well.
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summary | chris loves cheering you on in everything you do, even just sitting on his lap and playing your favorite game while he watches.
pairing | daddy!chris evans x little!reader
warnings | ddlg (daddy!chris little!reader), fluff, soft!daddy!chris :''-), lots of praise and cooing and stuff bc that's the softest shit ever, minecraft? is that a warning? lmao
requested by anon | hiiii!!! congrats on 3k!!! that's amazing omg i'm so proud of you !!! you deserve every single one of those followers! i love your writing so much and you're so talented it's insane and thank you thank you thank you thank you soooo much for putting your talents out to the world and for putting in so much work to your blog. you are very loved and appreciated 💗💗 for blurb night do you think you could do one with chris (or honestly any character i don't mind!) where his little plays minecraft? and like maybe he sits with her in his lap while he reads or something while she's playing minecraft, and whenever she gets excited or happy over something in it he praises her and is happy for her???? thank you sooo much!!!!
an | eeeek hi thankyou so much that's so so so sweet of you to say and !!! a minecraft request omg baby's gonna love this lol, thanks so much for sending this in!! love soft!daddy chris wow he'd really be the best daddy huh :'-)
"Gotta show you, Daddy," you say happily as you bounce on your daddy's lap, his large hands cupped around your much smaller ones as they grip the sides of your Switch. "'member how I was trying to find all those sheepies last time?"
"Sheepies, that's right," Chris plays along, his heart swelling at the sight of you genuinely so happy and carefree in the moment. "Didn't you go on a big adventure to find them all? Had to put them all in that nice pen you made, baby?"
"Mhmm," you hum contently, squealing softly as your screen finally loads. "Look!" you cheer, pointing your finger at the pixelated animals. "Made them all different colors!"
"All different colors!" Chris repeats excitedly, rubbing your arms warmly as he praises," Wow, sweetheart, they're so pretty! Now, how'd you manage to do that? I thought they were all white when we found them last time."
"There's a way you can color them, Daddy," you giggle, "jus' gotta get lots of flowers and colorful things."
"Flowers, huh? Well I think that's just adorable, darlin'. Such a silly girl you are, hmm? You gonna name them?" Chris continues to entertain you as he rubs your back, chuckling as you go through and look at all your pretty sheep.
"Maybe," you confider. "Too many to name them all myself... Daddy's gotta help me," you decide.
"Alright baby, Daddy can help you," Chris laughs as you swing your legs happily against his own, "but remember, princess, Daddy's not the best at naming things. We know that from all the stuffies we've tried."
Summary: Chris caught you using your secret toy and now he plans on punishing you with it
Chris was standing in front of the bed looking down at your naked body. Tied up to the headboard writhing around. Vibrator shoved inside your wet pussy torturing you.
“Chris please.” You whined feeling the vibrator moving around inside of you. Your whole body buzzing. Even though it was making you feel good it wasn’t the same as the way Chris was using it against you.
Sweat dripping down your neck at the heat from over stimulation. The air was getting thicker and hotter within each second. You couldn’t take it anymore and needed to feel more.
Chris watched at your chest heaved you and down his eyes getting darker as he watched your breasts. He wanted nothing more than to suck on your hard nipples. You just wanted his touch that’s all.
“No. You wanted the vibrator so you’re going to get the vibrator.” His words like ice to you.
He had caught you using your vibrator and was not happy about it. The one thing he never wanted you to do was get a vibrator and use it when you were with him. He wanted to be the one that made you feel good.
Now you were being punished for what you did, and he wasn’t going to get you off the hook. He had been teasing you for an hour now, but it felt so much longer than that.
Turning up the level of the vibration your whole body was burning. Your legs were shaking and your back arching off the bed. Toes curled head thrown back in pleasure wanting nothing more than to cum hard. Chris wasn’t going to get you though.
The only sounds that could be heard was the sounds of your moaning, and the vibration from the toy. He was just standing there watching you with his arms crossed across his chest. A stern look on his face, but behind those eyes were nothing but lust.
“Please Chris I’m sorry. Please just let me cum.” Howling your wrists tugging at the restraints wanting to touch him. He laughed at your weak attempt.
“Oh no sweetheart you’re going to lay here with your vibrator in your pussy since that’s what you wanted anyway.” His voice dripped with hostility but hunger.
Even though he was the one punishing you it was hard for him not to touch you. To watch your soaked pussy basically humping the vibrator. Wanting nothing more than to be inside of you. He had to teach you a lesson though I’m not using the toy ever again.
The toy was drenched in your juices by now. Leaking down your inner thighs and onto the sheets. Legs moving all around trying to desperately get a better feel of the toy. Maybe you could cum silently and he wouldn’t know.
“You better not cum.” He warned your like he read your mind. Groaning in frustration.
Sweat was dripping down your forehead at this point from holding in your orgasm. Sweat flooded your back now soaking the sheets as well. Your pussy felt raw and swollen.
“Aw look at you all wet and desperate to cum. Shouldn’t have gotten the vibrator.” His tone sarcastic and full of laughter. He wanted you to regret buying the electronic.
All you wanted to do was cum and cum hard. Screams coming out of your mouth each time the tip of the vibrator touched your sweet spot. There was no way you were going to be able to last any longer.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You wailed feeling you’re insides clenching and your lower stomach tightening nearing your release.
Before you could feel it though Chris quickly pulled the vibrator out of you and onto the dresser. Your arms weak and tired, and your whole body still vibrating feeling the affects of the toy. Closing your eyes tired from having to endure all that and not being allowed to cum.
“Look at you now. Still soaked and left unsatisfied. Maybe you’ll think next time before you get a toy.” He lectured you before he untied your wrists. Boy were you in for a night.
How about ransom jerking off in front of dewdrop while she’s tied up as punishment for something?
bad girl — ransom
warning || smut, jacking off, punishment, bondage, kneeling, heavy daddy kink, this made me very horny so i apologize in advance
Out of all the punishments that Ransom had ever given you, this was by far the worst. He knew how much you liked being spanked, so he had gotten creative. He bought some more rope, tying your arms and wrists behind your back. Except he didn’t stop there, no, he had you kneeled on the ground in front of his favorite chair. Your calves were tied together, sitting like a perfect little submissive in front of your boyfriend.
Ransom was completely nude, his heavy cock wet from where he had made you spit on it, but you weren’t allowed to touch. The ache between your thighs was unforgiving. You practically dripping in your panties, mouth watering at the sight in front of you.
His hand stroked his cock, spit and pre-cum glistening over the thick member. You wished you could run your tongue over the vein on the side, wished you feel how heavy he was in your mouth.
“Drooling, baby?”Ransom taunted, running thumb expertly over his tip. He fisted his cock, slowly dragging out each stroke.”Bet you wish you could touch, hm? That pussy must be soaking for me, but bad girls don’t get cocks stuffed in their holes.”
“Shut the fuck up,”He snapped, making you whine at his dominant voice. You were shaking with want, craving the feeling of his big cock shoved into your throat or cunt.”You’ve been a brat all week, coming to daddy’s office in that little skirt and touching yourself on the couch when I would give you attention. You’ll be lucky if I let you cum anytime soon. You break the rules, you get punished. Tell me what you’re sorry for.”
You tried to shift on your knees, the pressure forming bruises against your skin. You heaved out, watching how his cock throbbed under his touch.
“I’m sorry I touched myself, and that I left panties in your jacket for you to find,”You breathed out shakily,”’m sorry I sent you all those pictures and teased you because—I just needed you, daddy, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please, wanna feel your cock in my pussy.”
Ransom groaned, his strokes becoming faster and more precise,”Well, that’s too bad,”He grunted out, feeling the pressure in his stomach become overwhelming. He stood up from the chair, his cock hanging in the air thrusting inti his large,”You’re gonna sit there while Daddy cum on this pretty face and you’re gonna take it like the bad little whore you are, got it?”
“Yes, daddy,”You mewled, leaning forward with your lips slightly parted when thick strips of hot, white seed painted your face messily. You looked so fucking hot covered with his cum, licking at your lips to lap up what you can.
“Daddy’s gotta video meeting,”He told you, smirking while he slipped back into his jeans and sweater. He grabbed his laptop, resting it on the arm of the chair.”You’re gonna sit at my feet and be quiet. If you’re good, maybe I’ll eat that cute pussy till you cum.”
“I’ll be good, I promise,”You whined, struggling against the ties around your body. You wanted to be closer.
“Be still, dewdrop,”Ransom commanded,”I’m busy, don’t be a bad girl or else I’ll have you like this until bed.”
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Actress!Reader (high school sweethearts)
Warnings: cursing, angst, flashbacks, slight mention of death, drinking, cuddling (if that’s considered a warning?).
Word Count: 400+
Based on: ‘Tis the Damn Season by Taylor Swift
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with, while I was gone, I would’ve asked you.
“I can’t believe they make us do this every year.” Beth’s voice was a near whisper over the background music.
Every holiday season, your high school friend group liked to set up a holiday “get together.” It ideally consisted of a group of about thirty of you, a small number in the large class you graduated with. Over the years, the group diminished. Some moved away, some got married, had kids, some even died. You tried to come back, hell, you all promised the day of graduation that you’d try. But, about five years ago, you moved out to Los Angeles on a hunch that it would kickstart your acting career.
And that it did.
You remember the look on Ransom’s face when you told him you were moving.
“So.. Berkeley will let me transfer all of my credits so I can graduate on time,” you mumbled, limbs tangled with Ransom’s as you laid on the floor of the Thrombey estate, in front of a crackling fire that he’d, surprisingly, started all by himself.
The amber glow of the flames illuminating the hurt in his eyes, the blue hue radiating one of sadness, rather than the joy it normally did when he was around you. One sip from the glass of stolen bourbon, an exhale, and he was finally ready to speak.
“That’ll be good for you, peach.” His voice was sad. Was he, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, sad? For you? “I have no doubt you’ll, uh.. you’ll do great.”
“I’ll help you pack.”
But, he didn’t. He didn’t even come to say goodbye the night before you left. He dodged your texts, your phone calls. He even ignored you banging on his front door at three in the morning, begging to talk before you left.
Why was he so upset? You weren’t together. He made that abundantly clear. The two of you had been fuck buddies since you were about fifteen. He never wanted to make it any more than that.
So when you first made eye contact with the sweater clad playboy on December 24th, you felt your heart drop. It had been five years. Five fucking years since he’d seen you. And god, you looked perfect. Your hair styled to perfection, skin glowing with a radiance only the California sun could provide. He’d seen you in movies, of course. He’d seen you dating some of the most eligible men in Hollywood. And he hated every moment of it.
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What Bad Girls Get ✷ Mob Boss!Steve x Reader One Shot
You’ve been a bad, bad girl. Time for your reckoning.
Content Warning: mob boss!steve x fem!reader, kind of dark!steve but not really?, smut (daddy!steve, sloppy blowjob, rough sex, degradation kink, dumbification ('dumb baby', 'stupid little girl'), spanking with a paddle, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, face slapping), aftercare, fluff, softdom!steve.
i do not use the term 'degradation kink' lightly. please do not read if you are easily offended.
Timidly, you push the large, heavy door open, slowly sticking your head through the gap. When you see that he's alone, a small smile grows on your lips.
"Is that my little bubble?" Steve asks with a small smirk, tilting his head. "Get over here, baby."
You do as he say, walking into the office and over to where he is sitting at his desk, nursing a glass of bourbon. Steve has been working all day, and you've missed him terribly, so you immediately climb onto his lap and wrap your arms around him.
He chuckles at your clinginess, stroking the back of your hair. "I missed you today, bubble."
"I missed you, too," You mumble, playing with the buttons on his shirt.
"You've been good today, haven't you?" Steve asks with a smile, cupping your face in his hand. "Finished your essay, and Mr. Barnes told me you even did some cleaning."
"Yeah," You reply with a shy grin. "I wanted to wash your bike for you, so it's nice and shiny when you take it out tomorrow."
"Aren't you sweet?" He mutters, giving you a soft kiss which leaves you aching for more. Pulling away, he strokes your cheek, his eyes locking onto yours. "So, you were a good girl today?"
"Yes, Sir," You reply instantly, nodding.
He raises a brow. "Didn't break any of daddy's rules?"
Your heart stammers, but you keep up your nonchalant expression. "No, Sir."
Steve runs his hand through your hair, sighing. "I heard you, bubble. Heard your pathetic little whimpers all the way from my office."
You say nothing, clutching onto his shirt as your eyes widen.
"You were playing with yourself, weren't you?" He asks softly. "Making yourself cum like a desperate slut."
"No," You whisper, shaking your head. "I- I wasn't."
Suddenly, he pulls on your hair, anger in his eyes. "And now you're lying to me about it?"
Knowing there's no way you'll convince him of your innocence, you give him the most regretful look you can muster. "I'm sorry, Sir."
He laughs darkly. "It's a little too late for your sorry, bubble. But I'm gonna give you exactly what you want."
"Y- you are?" You ask meekly.
"I am, baby," Steve utters, giving you a small smile which does little to soothe you. "You wanted to cum so badly earlier, didn't you?"
Remaining silent, you simply gaze up at him.
"Well, I'm going to help you, bub," He promises, before standing up with your legs around his waist. Steve carries you out of the office and to the bedroom, where he places you down on the bed. "Lay down, with your head over the edge," He commands, to which you immediately comply.
He stands behind you while you look up at him, anticipating his next order.
"Put your hand down your panties," Steve orders, his eyes scanning your body. "Rub that little pussy for me. Just like you were earlier."
With a deep breath, you slip your hand up your dress and past your underwear, before finding your throbbing clit and rubbing small, quick circles onto it.
"That's my girl," He mumbles, before the delicious sound of his belt buckle opening fills your ears. "I'm giving you what you want, but you gotta give daddy what he wants too, bub."
He takes out his hard cock and brings it to your lips, not bothering with letting you slowly adjust and instead pushing it into your mouth. When his tip hits the back of your throat, he begins fucking your face. Small whimpers escape around his cock as you continue playing with yourself.
"That's it, keep going," He says, letting out a groan. "Keep rubbing that pussy like the dirty whore you are. Get so wet just from sucking on daddy's cock, huh? Fucking choke on it, slut, that's a good girl."
Steve loves the sight of your drool spilling out your mouth and pouring up your cheeks, where it meets your tears. His precum mixes in with your saliva, coating your skin while you continue to gag on his big dick. You rub your clit faster, feeling your pleasure build up.
"Make yourself cum," He orders gravely, fucking your throat harder. "Now."
His gruff command pushes you to the edge and soon you're cumming all over your own fingers, whining onto his cock. You shudder a little, gasping when he pulls his cock out of your mouth.
"Good girl," He praises you, before his tone darkens. "Now, get on your fucking hands and knees."
Breathing heavily, you obey, letting out soft whimpers while you move. Steve, unhappy with how slow you're moving, grabs your legs and speeds up the process, forcing you onto your knees and pushing you down onto your hands.
"Been such a bad girl," He says, ripping off your dress to expose your body to him, before sliding your panties down. "Such a bad, bad girl today, bubble."
You whine at the feeling of his cock against your thigh. The sound of the bedside drawer opening sends a shiver down your spine. "D- daddy?"
He says nothing. A few seconds pass and you feel a harsh slap on your ass, making you squeal. The paddle sits in Steve's hand, and he twirls it around a few times with a smirk before serving you with another spank.
"Ah, daddy!" You cry out, pressing your face down to the mattress.
"I never said I wasn't going to punish you, bubble," He says teasingly, before his tone fills with pure anger, his voice loud and gruff. "This," Spank, "Is what," Spank, "Bad girls," Spank, "Get."
You're left a sobbing mess, your mind blank as the delicious pain drenches your body.
Steve throws the paddle to the floor, rubbing his hand over your sore ass. "Look at you, dripping fucking wet. You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
You can barely get a coherent word out, your legs shaking.
He chuckles, bringing his cock to your entrance. Slowly, he sinks himself inside you, groaning at the feeling of your sopping cunt sucking in his shaft. "Fuck, baby," He whispers, his eyes fluttering shut. "So fucking tight for daddy."
Without warning, he begins pounding into you, making you cry out with each thrust. His cock stretches your pussy out, filling you up and hitting all your sweet spots. Tightly gripping your hips, Steve is sure to leave behind dark bruises, but the mark of his presence only acts as a proof of the passion you share with him, leaving you dazed for days as the memories of this session permanently etch onto your mind.
His cock slides in and out of you, stroking your walls and making you shudder. With his left hand creeping around your waist, Steve moves his fingers downwards and begins to rub harsh circles on your already sensitive clit, making you whine.
"You can take it," He growls harshly into your ear. "Don't act so fucking weak now, slut. This is what you crave."
Shockwaves are sent through your body as he drags out your second orgasm, making your cunt flutter around his cock as he groans.
"That's it," Steve says with a smirk, still pounding into you with no mercy. "This is how you cum. Around daddy's cock. Not when you're fucking alone, playing with yourself. Do you understand?"
"I- I understand," You reply weakly, shaking beneath him.
"I don't fucking think you do," He says gruffly, taking the paddle and striking your ass once more with it. "I don't think my dumb little girl understands, because if she did, she wouldn't have toyed with that pussy of mine without my permission."
"I'm sorry, daddy," You cry out, face rubbing against the duvet while your quivering cunt sucks him in. "I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to?" Steve repeats with a patronizing tone. "What a dumb fucking baby you are. You don't have any fucking control of yourself?"
"I'm sorry," You repeat with a whinier voice, tears filling your eyes. "I'll never do it again."
Suddenly, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, making you squeak. "You're damn fucking right, you won't," He seethes, dropping the paddle and freeing up his hand.
With your back flush against his front, Steve slaps your pussy, making you gasp. Your knee shoots up in an attempt to protect yourself, but he drags your leg backwards, keeping you open.
"Don't you fucking dare try and evade your punishment," He warns you gravely, making you freeze in fear. "Not after the fucking shit you pulled today, you stupid little girl."
A shaky whimper leaves your mouth before he unleashes his rage on you. Without warning, Steve continues to slap your pussy over and over, his rings hitting your clit as you cry out. Each slap sends a shoot of pain and pleasure through your body, and you're almost unable to breath. His cock still sits deep inside you, and he relishes in the feeling of your pussy throbbing around with him every slap he serves it.
Once your clit is left raw and pulsing, Steve immediately begins to rub it, hard. You scream out and grab onto his wrist in an attempt to make him stop, but he is relentless.
"This is what you fucking wanted," He says lowly, clamping his arm around your waist to keep you in place. "You wanted to cum. So, bubble, daddy's gonna make you cum."
"Please, Sir," You whine, your voice breaking with defeat. "I can't take anymore."
A dark chuckle leaves his throat and with his free hand, he slaps your face before roughly squeezing your cheeks. "Shut the fuck up. You'll take whatever your daddy fucking gives you, and you won't say a fucking thing. Know why?" He pulls you up by your throat, still rubbing your clit intensely as you convulse. "Because good girls don't talk back. Good girls don't fucking talk at all."
Wanting to be obedient and not to anger him any further, you say nothing and instead just whimper. With his fingers on your pussy, Steve forces out your third orgasm, fucking into you with his cock as he lets out a growl, feeling your cunt tighten around his cock.
"God," He groans, his eyes rolling back. His voice harmonizes with your weak cries as you come undone, your entire body feeling like it has been set alight. You fall forward, your chest slamming against the bed as shaky breaths leave your mouth. But Steve isn't done with you yet.
His hands grab your hips and you use what little strength you have to try and crawl away, letting out feeble whines on your way.
"Come on, now," Steve says darkly, a smirk on his lips. He plays along for a while, letting you inch away from him before he drags you backwards and plants himself right back inside your pussy, where he belongs. "You really think you can win, you stupid little slut?" His hands clamp on your hips and he pounds into you, harder than ever. "If you’re gonna act like such a greedy fucking whore, then you’re gonna take my cock like one."
Your mind is blank. You can process nothing but Steve, his words and his body, and his fat cock fucking you as though stopping would end the world.
"Has daddy fucked his slut stupid?" Steve teases, chuckling dryly. "That's right. Got you fucking cockdrunk, haven't I?"
A frail cry is your reply, your legs shaking as he fucks you deeper, hitting your g-spot.
"My cockdrunk little thing," He groans, slamming into you. "Dumb little cumslut."
You feel like you're floating on a cloud of utter pleasure, tinged with pain and humiliation. Wrapping his arm around your neck, Steve thrusts faster, chasing his own orgasm.
"One more," He demands into your ear. "Give daddy one more."
"Can't," You whimper, your nails digging into the bed.
"You can and you will," Steve states gravely, pulling on your hair. "You're gonna cum all over daddy's cock because he fucking told you to."
Your vision blurs as the tears spill over, choked moans leaving your mouth. Steve leans forward to lick up your tears, his tongue hot against your skin. He fucks you into the bed, the headboard squeaking against the wall. Your breathy whines dance along his animalistic grunts, the two of you writing a song of utter rapture that you know will get stuck in your head.
Steve pulls your head back before slapping your face, his lips at your ear. "Cum," He growls, his demand simple and not to be ignored. "Fucking cum for me now, slut." With another slap to your cheek, he lures out another orgasm from you, laughing cruelly at the way you have become so weak at his hand.
Your mind explodes with bliss as you squirt all over his cock, your vision whiting out for a few seconds as you try to process the sheer pleasure he brings you. With a few more pumps, Steve empties his load into you, cumming deep inside you and coating your walls with his seed. He falls forward, resting his weight on you as he thrusts a few last times, letting out groans into your ear.
"That's it," He moans. "Take every fucking drop of daddy's cum, like the good little whore you are. Daddy's fucking cumslut."
Both of you dwell in the pleasant silence that follows the downfall of your highs. A fluttering of relief overtakes you as your heartbeat relaxes, your mind still deep in submission. You feel Steve placing your head on the pillow but it takes a few minutes for you to re-enter reality.
Leaning over you, a small smile blossoms on his lips. "Hi, baby bubble," He whispers, stroking your cheek gently. "Back with me yet?"
Swallowing, you nod weakly.
"You okay?" Steve asks you, before placing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
"Yeah," You mumble, placing your hand on his warm chest. "I'm okay, daddy."
His smile grows and he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. "You did so well for me tonight, bub."
"I did?" You ask with raised brows, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger.
"You absolutely did," Steve promises with his lips brushing against yours. "You always do so well for daddy. Always such a good girl."
A shy giggle leaves your mouth and you feel your heart warm. "I'm sorry I broke one of your rules, daddy."
"Shh," He soothes, before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. "Just relax, baby."
You sigh with content as he pulls the covers over you and gently rubs your neck, where his hand left bruises. Soft kisses and sweet nothings lull you into a trance of peace, where nothing but Steve's unconditional care matters.
"Does anything hurt?" He asks you, slight concern in his eyes.
Though you feel sore all over, you know it'll wear off in a day or two. "No, daddy," You reply sweetly, offering him a smile. "I'm okay."
Steve looks at you with more adoration than the world could hold, and the intensity of his love for you almost does offset the balance of the universe. At least, that's how it feels to you. That's how it feels when his eyes burn into yours and you know, you know that he has never and will never again look at anyone else in that way. His love is branded with your emblem. It is so personalized and catered to you, that he couldn't even try to give it to someone else if he wanted to. It wouldn't fit them; it'd stretch too thin or pull too short. No, his love is too personalized. You're the only one it could ever latch onto.
"You are everything," He whispers against your lips, every syllable lighting up your heart. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my baby."
Pulling him closer than he already is, you kiss him. "You're my favorite thing."
He chuckles at your words, placing a trail of kisses down your jawline until he reaches your ear. "And you, my baby bubble, are my favorite thing."
Lifting you up, he turns you over so you are lying on top of him. His hand trails down your body until he reaches your ass, which he gently massages. With his magic touch, he heals the pain, bringing light to every inch of your blessed skin.
"I love you," He vows, tenderly running a hand through your hair. "All of you, always, with all of me."
"All of you, always, with all of me," You repeat with a mumble, interlocking your fingers with his. "I love you."
Steve smiles widely and kisses you again before rolling you over so he can spoon you, delighting in your giggles. And he holds you tightly, all night, as though letting go would mean he could never hold you again. Because you're his good girl, always. Always.
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Everything felt blurry and fuzzy. You had lost yourself somewhere along the way with Ransom’s thick cock railing up into your over sensitive cunt. You barely hanging on, tears streaming down your face while your head rested against Ransom’s.
Ransom smirked, admiring how your eyes rolled back, angelic moan echoing off the walls. His nails dug into through thighs, body pressed against the wall with only Ransom’s grip holding you up. You were pilant against his, delicate wrists tied into a harsh and tight knot. The skin around the black rope was irritated, red and blotchy from your struggle.
He made you put your arms around him, knotted hands restrained while your arms rested against the flexing muscle of his shoulders. Your linked arms around him and his holding you were the only support you had while he fucked you in the air. He lifted you relentless, a thin sheen on sweat layering over both your skins as you fell on his lengthy cock. The bulbous head pounded against thats sweet spot, over and over again till he had you crying.
And oh did you cry. His cock had made a mess of you, and you were so close to the edge. It would be the fifth orgasm after a whole day of edging.
“Gonna give daddy one more, and then you’re done, you want my cum leaking out that tight little whole, don’t you?
“Uh-huh,” came from your mouth while you try to gather the strength to actually speak, but you can’t find it. No, you are the brink of something so freeing and blissful. You felt as if you could float in how good you felt, gasping out when Ransom fucked into you harder.
“Fuck, baby, has daddy broken that dumb baby brain of yours? Huh? Shit, love seeing you like this, so stupid on my cock. Is my dumb baby gonna cum?”
You try to nod, struggling against the tie so you could claw at his chest but you lose that fight. Ransom gave one last obliterating thrust into your overused pussy before the feeling in you exploded and his cum splattered inside of you.
Your body is beyond out of your control, squirting juices over Ransom’s cock and abdomen. A loud groan emitted from his throat. You had squirted. Ransom felt like he could go another round right then.
“Fuck, baby, look at your soaking my cock, did daddy make you feel that good?”He teased, making you nodded wordlessly. He noticed how your eyes had glazed over, tears staining your face while you cling to him.
Ransom becomes softer in demeanor within seconds, laying you carefully on the bed. He untangled you from his body, gently untying the rope around your wrists. He very softly kissed the bruised skin, making you sigh happily in the sheets.
“You’re being awfully quiet, dewdrop, tell me what’s going on?”
“‘m floating,”You tried to explain, clinging to Ransom when he tried to get up to retrieve a wet towel.”Daddy, no...”
Ransom turned to you with concern in his eyes, noting that you had become disassociated from the pleasure. You had experienced far too much, making you feel like you were floating.
He wasn’t sure exactly to do. He had heard about subspace, but he had never actually had any experience. Ransom gently caressed your body, making you whine. You were sensitive, yet you craved his arms around you.
“I’m not going anywhere, dewdrop, just let me clean you up, okay?”He pulled away, but then you started to sniffle.
“Please don’t leave me,”You had begun to cry, making Ransom realize how much care he’d actually need to give you.
“I’m not, dewdrop, hey, look at me, I’m right here, come on, come back to me, okay? Daddy’s right here.”
You nodded, clutching at his chest and holding on to him for dear life. He whispered how good you had been and how much he loved you until you finally started to feel coherent again.
“‘m sorry,”You whispered, coming down from the incredible high you had experience, nuzzilng into his shoulder.
“What for?”He asked gently, kissing your forehead gently.
“I’m acting all dumb, and I can’t..think straight, I always—“
“Shush, hey, I like when you get dumb for me, you just got a little extra dumb tonight, it was nice, but look at me,”Ransom demanded, tilting your chin to look at him.”Was tonight too much? Is that why you disassociated? Did I hurt you and you couldn’t say your safeword?”
You shook your head,”No, no, I felt...comfortable, I trust you to take me over the edge. We’ve together for awhile, Ran, I like submitting to you and I dunno, I guess tonight I felt so good, it was so intense, and I trusted you, I knew I’d be okay because daddy’s was here.”
Ransom pushed down the wave of emotion that filled his chest, blinking back his own tears before pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You whined into him,”Did feel a little dumb, baby? Or do you think you can take a shower with me?”
You shook your head,”I still fuzzy and warm, can we just shower tomorrow?”You murmured, curling into his chest with immense comfort. He held you closer, running his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah, just get some rest, dewdrop, daddy’s got you.”
Hey looking for a Chris Evans story, where Chris and Whitney are friends and they have a little boy together called Grayson and they spend Christmas together they are not together( yet) I got two chapters into the story and lost it would really like to find it ?
prompt : 086 "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
pairing : natasha roman off x reader
summary : you and natasha buy the twins matching outfits and the team doesn’t know who is who.
a/n: ahhhh ! my first request !! thank you so much for requesting this !! love you all <33 !!
you and natasha thought it would be a good idea to put your twin girls into matching outfits since you two were going to the compound to hang out with the team since you haven’t been going there since emma & gemma was born. “hey babe, are you sure this is a great idea for the twins to be matching? because they looking alike like alot.” natasha asks as you were getting ready. “yeah. they look very cute!” you replied coming out the bathroom in your new clothes you just bought which was almost matching with natasha outfit. you were wearing a silk black skirt, with a white turtle neck shirt with white high top vans with a black jean jacket. whole natasha was so wearing white vans with black jeans with a plan white shirt also with a jean jacket. “oh wow, so we are somewhat matching just like are babygirls ?” you asked picking up emma ( since you know them apart because their birthmarks. ) “yeah, i love it!” natasha said as she kissed you in the lips but it emma was mad. “no! my mama!” meme said hugging you tighter. “okay okay im sorry baby!” natasha said laughing.
you guys made it to the compound but once you looked back to twins were sleep and you didn’t wanna wake them but you had no other choice. “so who’s gonna wake them me or you?” natasha asked as she was getting ready to get out the car. “you get emma as i get gemma okay?” you asked and you both agreed. you got gemma and natasha got emma and you bathe walked into the compound but as soon as you both walked in the doors … “hey, looked is y/n and natasha!” tony yelled as you kept tryna tell him to shut up, but as soon and he stop yelling you heard the cries of the little. girl in your arms. “hey hey , mamas here.” you cooed to gemma but it didn’t work once she woke up and saw tony she jumped out your arms and ran to him. “uncle tony!!” gemma said while laughing as he picked her up. “hey um, gemma i think?” tony asked as he tried to see which little girl is which, but gemma helped him out by nodding her head yes. emma was still sleep in natasha arms so she took her to the spare room which was downstairs so she laid her in the bed and walked out the room closing the door but leaving a crack.
it was only 5 minutes later when emma walked out the room asking for natasha. “mommy!” emma ran up to natasha as she picked her up. “hey sweetie, are you okay?” she asked as she held her. “mhmhm.” emma said nodding her head. when meme realized where she was, she looks at wanda and jumped out of natasha arms. “auntie wanda!” she yelled as she jumped in her arm. “hey sweetheart.” wanda said as she kissed her cheek. “wait, which twin is who?” steve asked as he looked in between the two girls. “idk, we want you to find out.” you said. as them team argued about who was who you and natasha slipped out and went into the kitchen. "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes." natasha said. “no i think it’s kinda fun watch the team trying to figure out who was who.” you said. natasha slowly made her way towards you and wrapped her arms around your waste. “you now y/n, you will be the death of me but i love you.” natash said as she kissed you. “i love you too natasha.”