#oof evan shut up

[crazyk-imagine]

Gossip

Pairing: Sirius Black/ Fem!reader (she/ them pronouns)

Characters: Marlene McKinnon, Lily Evans, fem!reader, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Warnings: James is a child, fun girl talk, the boys try to listen but fail, Remus is a slut for gossip, Sirius is a simp for reader (don’t ask where he got the glasses so quickly), James is secretly jelly of the new “it couple” but still happy the two of you are together

Word Count: 1,032

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You, Marlene, and Lily decided to take a break from schoolwork. It was going pretty well actually, talking about random things until Marlene decided to move onto a slightly more interesting subject… "Doesn't Sirius have a nice butt." 

"I think James has a better one," Lily adds, zoning out not completely paying attention to what she was saying. 

You and Marlene scoff, "of course you would." 

The red head girl shrugs, "what can I say those glasses reel me in." 

You nod, “I guess I can see it.” 

If only you knew who was eavesdropping right outside the door. 

-

A boy with shoulder length hair, leans onto his friend’s shoulder, whispering, "I need glasses." 

"Sirius. No," Remus shakes his head. 

"Sirius yes." Said boy removes the invisible cloak from him and runs off. 

-

“It doesn’t surprise us that you would say that,” Marlene adds. 

You snicker behind your hand. 

Lily shakes her head, glancing over at you. “I don’t know why you’re laughing over there. Don’t act like you’re not over the moon for a certain member of the infamous Black family.” 

You stare at her, mouth agape. “How did you know?” 

-

James and Remus heads snap towards one another, their eyes wide, and mouth agape. 

“Did you-” 

“No. Did you-” 

“No, why else would I ask you?” Remus gives him a deadpan look. 

James shrugs, “I don’t know. I just- don’t be mean. I am a sensitive person.” 

“I… don’t doubt that.” 

“Why are you so mean?” 

“Shut up.” 

-

The two let out a semi quiet oof. 

“What the hell, Sirius?” James asks, yanking the hood off his head. 

The man in question chuckles, “floating head.” Sirius shakes his head, “no, not the time. Anyway, I was looking for you guys. Why’d you move?” 

James scoffs, “we didn’t move. You ran into us.” 

“I don’t think I did.” 

“Yes, you did!” 

Remus chucks the invisible cloak off him and James. “Would you two shut it! You wanted to listen to the girls talking. I didn’t but now I’m invested so if you two could just shut up that’d be great.” 

The troublesome duo struggle to give a response, their mouths agape and start fiddling with their glasses. 

“They’re standing behind me, aren’t they?” 

The three of you nod, “yep.” 

You pat his shoulder. 

The werewolf steps to the side with his head down. 

“You three are not slick, you know,” Marlene says. 

You step through the doorway, “I agree with her- Sirius?” 

He turns to look at you, “hmm?” 

“Why do you- when did you get glasses?” 

He scoffs, “oh these old things,” he fiddles with his glasses. “I- uh- I’ve always had them?” 

“No,” you shake your head, “no, you definitely haven’t had them. Ever. Why do you- oh.” 

“Oh?” He repeats. 

“You were listening to our conversation, weren’t you?” 

“No.” 

“Liar.” 

“I am not and I’m so offended that you would say such a thing.” He sets a hand over his chest, placing it over his heart, “that hurts.” 

You roll your eyes, “I don’t know why you would do such a stupid thing. You don’t need to change yourself or the way you look to impress me. We’re already together.” You purse your lips and close your eyes. 

“YOU’RE WHAT?!” Everyone shouts. 

“Are you happy? You told them,” your boyfriend says with a wide smile stretching across his lips. 

“Your face and tone don’t match, mate,” James points out. 

Sirius pouts, “your face doesn’t match your tone ever.” 

“Hey! I was stating the obvious, you’re just being mean.” 

-

You cover your face and groan into your hands. 

Marlene and Lily wrap their arms around you. 

“I can’t believe I own James three butterbeers,” Marlene complains. 

“Send two my way. James owes me two.” 

“Why?” 

“He lost obviously,” you say, removing your hands from your face. 

“Oh, yeah. I can see that being the case,” Marlene nods. 

-

“Why are we making fun of me when we should clearly be focusing on the fact that these two,” James points to you and Sirius, “are finally together.” 

“We don’t have to talk about this,” you add. 

“We really do,” says Remus. 

You gasp, “Remus! I thought you were on my side.” 

He shrugs, “I like the gossip.” 

“You- I- no- Remus.” Sirius chuckles, pulling you out of the girls grasp and into his arms. 

“Don’t be mean to them.” 

-

You turn back to him, removing the glasses off his face, “why are you still wearing these?” 

“I thought you’d find me cute.” 

“I already do.” 

-

“Ew!” 

“James!” Lily smacks her boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“What?” 

“You’re being rude and interrupting their cute couple moment.” 

“They do it to us all the time.” 

“That’s because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” 

“Only because you’re adorable.” 

“And I’m sure he thinks the same thing about them.” 

James doesn’t respond for a moment. He sighs, “fine. You may continue.” 

“Oh, thank you so much for your permission, Jamie,” Sirius gives a sarcastic smile. 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Why? What’re you gonna do, Jaime?” 

“I’m gonna do this.” 

“Run!” Your boyfriend yanks on your wrist, pulling you with him. 

Yours and his laughter echoes throughout the hallways. 

-

He turns the corner and pulls you into his chest. You cover your mouth to hide your giggles. “Well, that wasn’t how I wanted to tell them.” 

“Neither did I,” you reply. 

“I’m not upset about it though. I’m happy they finally know.” 

You roll your eyes, “of course you are.” 

“We don’t have to hide when we want to be together.” 

You nod, “Uh huh.” 

“And I can do this,” he pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger to pull you closer so he can kiss you. 

-

“Ew!” 

“Don’t be a baby, James,” Remus nudges his friend’s side. 

“But they’re-” He groans. 

“You and Lily do the same thing.” 

“And you all groan and make noises when me and Lily are together.” 

-

You pull back from him, “because you maul her.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“Okay,” you shrug. “Let’s go somewhere else.” 

Sirius grabs your hand and has a love-struck smile dancing across his lips. 

-

“Do I look like that?” James asks. 

Remus nods, “all the time.”

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #Sirius Black #sirius black imagines #sirius black imagine #sirius imagine #sirius black x fem reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #sirius black fanfic #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #crazyk-imagine

[knupfy]

Black Brothers microfic - fame au

wordcount: 1604

“Put her on speaker!” Mary exclaims, moving around Lily and forming a circle around her. Maybe they all are just a bit too interested. Lily calling Pandora is not a big thing, both girls have been talking for a while now. Sirius is interested because of who Pandora is- Leo's manager. A new artist on the rise who is already competing with their band- the Marauders. And Sirius wants to find out everything about him- even if it means listening to a conversation between the two girls.

“Okay, okay, but don’t be weird or you're fired.” She threatens as their manager, which means nothing to Sirius, who knows she is joking, or at least hopes so.

“Lily?” A soft voice comes from the voice and said redhead jumps in her place. 

“Ah, Pandora, hey. Hi.” Lily stammers and immediately buries her face in the crook of her elbow. Sirius sneaks a glance at James and they both are suddenly stifling a laugh. 

“Hey.” The voice on the other line- Pandora apparently, sounds a bit breathless herself. “Did you call me because of the Grammys ?”

“Yeah, I wanted to congratulate you, Leo as well. I was just watching the nominations with my band.”

A bit of shuffling and a quiet giggle is heard on the other line. “Thank you, Lily it means a lot.” Pandora says, and a slight murmur is also heard on the other end of the line, “Ah, but you never mentioned what band you manage.”

Lily realises a slight squeak, “Righ I forgot” A beat of silence passes on both ends of the call, ”I manage the Marauders.”

It's silent for a longer time, and Sirius raises an eyebrow at Lily, who looks more and more anxious the longer time passes until there is a sudden, wheezing laughter on the other end of the line. “Oh my god!” Whoever is laughing says, because that is not Pandora, the voice is male and slightly more breathless with every laugh. “This is golden!”

They all share a confused glance with each other not quite getting what is going on on the other end of the phone call. “Shut the fuck up, Barty.” A third, slightly muffled voice sounds on the line as the wheezing laughter continues. 

“Okay, quiet both of you.” Pandora finally calls out, and there is a slight shuffling and a muted ‘oof’ from the other end of the line. “Sorry about that Lily, some people here are… enthusiastic about the Marauders.” 

“Oh yeah?” This time Sirius is the one who calls out, ignoring the glare that Lily sends his way. “Is that why Leo ignored me on Twitter?” The wheezing laughter from before is back tenfold, and now even James is chuckling along.

“Someone please end my suffering.” The third voice, presumably Leo, mutters genuinely sounding so done with everything. 

“No way, Tinkerbell.” A fourth voice joins the other end of the call, and there is a bit more shuffling and a squawk from Pandora until the voice continues. “Hey Sirius Black, right?”

Sirius shuffles forward, leaning closer to the receiver, much to Lily’s displeasure. “The one and only. And you are?”

“Oh, I’m Evan, Dora’s brother and a really big fan of your group. Oh! Congratulations on three nominations by the way!”

“Oh, thank you!” James also leans forward, grabbing the phone from Lily’s hand, ignoring her angry muttering. “I’m James Potter! But most know me by Prongs!”

A punched-out breath is heard on the other line, followed by a giggle. “Ohhh, James Potter, Hi!” The voice that was just wheezing with laughter a minute ago is suddenly on the receiver. “I’m Barty, it is an absolute pleasure to speak with you.”

James blinks at the phone, honestly startled. “Oh, thank you.” He says with a slight smile on his face.

“Say, James,” The voice- that Sirius now knows is Barty, continues on the phone. “Is your Saturday night busy, because if not-”

“Nope.” The third voice on the phone interrupts before Barty is even finished. “Don’t even think about it.” There is even more shuffling at which Sirius can’t help but laugh. “Hi, hello.” The same voice continues. “Miss Evans, I owe you my apologies for the way these two idiots couldn’t keep it and their pants and stayed quiet.”

Lily startles a little by being called on directly. “Ah no don’t worry, i also apologise for mine.” She trails off unsure of who even is the third voice, 

“Leo.” Comes the short reply, by Leo apparently, and Sirius’s eyebrows rise with a slow grin as he once again steals the phone from Lily. 

“Hey, Leo!” He calls directly to the receiver. “You still haven’t answered my previous question.”

“And that is relevant, how?” Despite never talking to the guy before, Sirius can hear the eyebrow rise in his voice.

“Because I am gonna take it personally and address it on the Grammys.” Sirius says with a satisfied smirk, relishing in the way Lily pinches the bridge of her nose and deeply sighs at his antics.

“Good, then do it I’m not showing up anyways.”

“What?” This time, it’s surprisingly Remus who chokes the question out. “You got nominated three times on your first year in the field, and you are not showing up?”

“Aw, Remus are you gonna miss me there? Don't worry I'm gonna send Barty to hold your hand through it.” There is a quiet murmuring on the other side and a long sigh after that. But Sirius is still puzzled by why Leo isn’t going to show up. 

“You really aren't showing up.” He eventually says, firmly holding onto James’ hand and glaring at the screen as if it has wronged him in some way. 

“Yes, Sirius.” comes the reply, somehow scratching an itch in the darkest part of Sirius’ brain. “I know you are going to want a fight with me if I show up.”

“Scared you will lose?” Sirius says, confident in himself in a way that he hasn’t been in years, ignoring the way everyone is gaping at him. He can’t even explain to himself why he said that, so there is no way he is acknowledging them. 

There is a laugh on the other end of the phone, this time from Leo, and despite all the laughing that is happening on the other line, this is the first time that Sirius has heard him laugh. “I will have you know, I’ve won four street fights.” Based on the choked noises on the other end of the line, Leo’s little group of friends did not know that.

 “Oh yeah?” Sirius challenges. “Out of how many?”

There is a chucked-out exhale from Leo. “Listen-”

“No, no c’mon tell me.” Sirius grins at the phone, having taken it in his hand. 

“Out of… maybe ten?” Comes the unsure voice from the other line. 

“Ten!” Sirius wheezes out, having the time of his life talking to a man he has never even met before. “Oh, I’m totally going to win this one.”

“Nuh-uh” Leo says, like a child, and for some reason, Sirius can clearly visualize the pout that forms on his face. And he can’t help but laugh at that. “Shut the fuck up, Sirius.”

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to laugh at you.”

There is a long sigh on the other end of the phone. ”Oh, but you are not sorry at all are you?”

Sirius’s grin widens at that. “Totally not.”

He can envision the way Leo is probably rolling his eyes at him. “You are insufferable.”

“It is my forte,” Sirius says with a quiet chuckle.

“Okay, you two break it up.” Lily suddenly says, taking the phone from his hands. 

There is a beat of silence on the other line.“Yeah, okay, I’m passing it to Pandora.”

“Wait!” Sirius scrambles next to Lily once again. “I just wanted to say bye to you. Tinkerbell, was it?”

There is a groan on the line. "I don't know if I want to kill myself or Evan more." After that, there is shuffling on the other line and a cut-out scream, Sirius just laughs lauder at that.

Lily rolls her eyes and puts her phone on her ear again. "Hi again, Pandora."

“Oh, hey Lily.” Pandora’s voice filters out again, and Sirius forces himself to back away and fall back on the couch. He eventually catches James’s gaze, who is looking at him questioningly. So he averts his eyes only to find that the rest of the group is looking at him with questions in their eyes.

“What?” Sirius huffs out, lifting himself on his arms so he can properly sit on the couch. “Nothing mate,” Peter says slowly, testing the waters a bit. “You just kinda, seemed familiar with that Leo guy.”

Sirius lets the words wash over him, pondering over them a little. But his brain still refuses to give him answers so he just huffs again. “Believe me Wormy when I say that this is the first time I have ever spoken to that guy.”

“No we believe you mate, don’t worry,” James says, glancing at Lily, who has finally put the phone off speaker and is presumably talking to Pandora in the kitchen.

“Okay, no more talking about other nominees.” Mary suddenly says, standing up from the couch. “How about we celebrate our nominations tonight?”

“Why, Macdonald, this is the best thing you have said all night.” Sirius matches her grin and heads straight to the alcohol cabinet in their apartment. Mary is right, this night is about them and Sirius plans to drink like they have already won.

#black brothers #regulus black #sirius black #the marauders #lily evans #pandora rosier #mary macdonald #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #band au #marauders fame au #secret identity thats not so secret #black brothers microfic #yes #the skittles call Regulus Tinkerbell #tell me you see the vision

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #5

*Harry sleeping in the Slytherin common room*

Malfoy (to Tom): If I didn’t know he was such a prick, I’d say he’s almost adorable in his sleep.

*Harry mumbles*

Nott: What did he say?

Harry (sleep talking): I’m gonna kill ‘em. Gonna kill Nott—

Nott: What?!

Harry: Gonna kill ’em…

Avery: Oof! Nott what did you do?

Nott: I didn’t do anything!

Malfoy (incredulous): Sure…

Nott: I didn’t!

Avery (laughing): You must’ve done something.

Nott: I swear to Hecate I haven’t—

*Nott crouches down next to Harry*

Nott (whispering): You want to kill, Avery, right Evans?

Harry: Avery?

Avery: Hey—

Nott: Yes. Kill Avery not Nott.

Harry: Nott Nott…

Nott (hopeful): Yes. Not Nott.

Harry: Nott, Nott…Die.

*Avery & Malfoy laughing*

Nott: Shut up, it’s not funny! Tom help me—

*Tom shrugs*

Tom: I’d advise you sleep with one eye open, Nott. Evans’s wand work is no joke—

Nott:

#tomarry #harry potter au #time travel au #udlttom #fanfic #Thaddeus Nott (oc) #abraxas malfoy #tom riddle #harry potter #dialogue draft

[oddballwriter]

2 questions, kinda: 1. What guys (EMH or MH) would be best for someone with a praise kink? I love being praised 2. Do you think Habit would ever use praise? Probably only to his benefit, but..God do I wanna hear praise in that voice. I don’t care if it’s mocking, teasing, or ingenuine, I just wanna hear it OOF- 💦💦

🔞NO PEOPLE BELOW 18+ BEYOND CUT OFF🔞

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Warnings: HABIT is here. Praise k!nk, degradation hiding as praise, slight mention of being fucked senseless and implied rough s3x in Habit's half.

Author’s Snip: Wha? I totally haven't thought about this before. What are you talking about. Haha. No way. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Evan

He's so good oh my god

I've mentioned before that Evan goes both ways in sex, as in he can be super soft and gentle and also having some good old nasty rough sex

I can hear him moaning out "Fuck yeah, babe. Just like that." and "God you're so good"

He can degrade but it's more so name-calling that is in the praise

But either way, Evan serves up praise and he serves it good

HABIT

I'm adding Habit because you wanted him but i do think he can praise when he wants to

But it's so different from Evan

You're right, when Habit feeds into your praise kink it always in a mocking and teasing way, so even if it's "praise", it's actually just degradation hiding as it

He says stuff like "Oh, look at you. You look so cute when you're fucked senseless.", "You're doing so good taking it. Such a good rabbit.", "You've been so good for me. Why don't you cum for me one or more times. Yeah?"

I'm so horny for him and Evan it's not even fucking funny

Jeff

I'm sorry but this man has a praise kink too and it goes both ways

He tells you how good you feel and how good you're being for him

And if you tell him through moans that he feels great then he just might bust then and there

When you two fuck it's honestly a mess of praise, moaning, and doing it like y'all will never fuck again

Brian

You mentioned your praise kink and this man went "Say less"

He understands the assignment bitch

Now every single time he gets up in there he's talking about how nice it is and how good you are at taking what he's giving you

You're gonna be blushing the whole time

because Brian's praising you the whole time and it's right in your ear so he knows you can hear it

Tim

Not the best but I do feel like when he gets in there

He gets a bit lost in it and the praises just start coming out

If you tell him you have a praise kink then he'll work on doing it more but like

He was already doing it babes, just let him hit and he's already going on with the praise

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #marble hornets #emh jeff #emh evan #emh habit #mh tim #mh brian #marble hornets x reader #everymanhybrid x reader #emh evan x reader #emh jeff x reader #emh habit x reader #mh tim x reader #mh brian x reader

[writer-of-various]

Emilia: Uno.

Erika, sighs: Kid, for the last time, you do not have one card.

Evan: Eh now, just let her have chance to cheat!

Erika: Shut up.

Evan: Aw now that's not sweet of you- oof!

Erika, kicks Evan in the shins: That's what I thought. You have nothing.

Emilia: Are we still playing goldfish?

Erika and Evan: What the fuck did Adler do to you?

#YES THE THREE E's!!! #my oc bells #oc bell #emilia emilsdóttir #erika anaja novak #evan garin #cod incorrect quotes #cod cold war #call of duty cold war #damn my babies are making me swoon

[mauzn]

I remember how I got into dear evan hansen and well...

I was on YouTube and saw a animation from sincerely, me and thought it was really cool and kind of cute, and funny as hell.

So I went into the comments just to see what its about, and saw a comment like;

"I wish it really would have been like this, not that connor died"

(Or something)

And let me tell you, I was CONFUSED. So I searched for the bootleg and watched it (idk if its deleted now but back then it wasn't) and well...Let me tell you, it wasn't nice.

I laughed at some quotes like: "what are you, an acorn?,,

Loved it when Connors first appearance came on

Cried on the inside when Evan wrote his letter (the one that connor found and everything went downhill)

Started shipping them (treebros) when sincerely, me played

And cried through the second half of the musical

And then I fell into the fandom and the whole obsession with it.

Oh yeah..good times.

#shut up lea #no one asked me #i just thought about it again and oof #feels #deh #dear evan hansen #yes i watched the bootleg dont hurt me pls

[drunkenwhalers]

i need new blogs to follow!

like + rb this if you post...

borderlands (esp rhack and tiny tina content)

the elder scrolls (esp serana!! I love her so much)

dragon age series (no Cullen or anders antis please)

Dishonored series

Fallout series

Portal

Fable

Halo

Red dead redemption content (haven't played it much but I need more motivation to!)

Dear Evan hansen (esp treebros and galaxy gals!!)

Be more chill

A chorus line

Disaster! (The musical)

Bye bye birdie

Hairspray

Anything Disney

Mean girls

Falsettos

Mass effect

Lgbt stuff

Stim stuff

Fitspo (nothing w eds, just wanna get in shape !)

Aesthetic stuff

Travel stuff!

stuff about self care

Politics

Jewish things

#oof #queue were red #shut up ellie #dragon age #dishonored #skyrim #corvo attano #death of the outsider #dream daddy #elder scrolls #emily kaldwin #anders #bc im thirst™ for notes #borderlands #corvosider #da #dishonored 2 #portal #bmc #dear evan hansen #be more chill #disaster! #disaster musical

[bi-murphy]

the title of "you will be found" is actually really depressing when you think about it because evan jumped from that tree and wasn't found and at the same time connor was found after he overdosed in the (most likely) same park months later. idk ive just been thinking abt this a lot.

#im gonna cry brb #oof #shut up ellie #Deh #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy

[foxwarren-art]

Isn't it funny that I can't write my essay because I'm panicking about the panic attack I'm gonna have when I get a bad grade on said essay?

#oof #add onto the list of reason why i'm broken lmao #evan shut up

[worksby-d]

𝗘𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘀

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy comes home to find you unwinding after a long day and joins you.

Warnings: Bathtub sex, fingering, brief handjob, unprotected sex, kinda brief cockwarming, 18+

Word count: ~1,000

A/N: Welcome to part 3872 of me writing extremely self-indulgent Andy fics 😌

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Feeling the hot water surround your body, you finally feel like you can breathe after all day, so you grab the glass of wine you poured the moment you walked in the house and let yourself sink further into the water. You let out a deep breath and let your eyes fall shut for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet. It’s the first time you've felt relaxed all week.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when the sound of someone breathing causes you to jump and sit up again.

“You ass,” you exhale, holding a hand against your chest when you see your boyfriend standing there. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, pushing away from the doorframe he was leaning against to walk toward you. He takes the glass out of your hand and sets it on the counter before leaning down to kiss you. “You looked so peaceful.”

“Mm, I was before you decided to leer at me,” you tease, pulling him down for another quick kiss.

“Mind if I join you?”

You answer by bringing your hands up to untie his tie for him and undo a few of the buttons on his shirt.

“When did you get home?” He questions you as he strips the rest of his clothes off. “You look like you've been in here a while.”

Sitting up, you move forward, giving him room to sit behind you in the tub. “I left early,” you explain, laying back against his chest. “I was sick of everyone.”

“That’s fair,” he snorts. His arms come around your middle as you rest your head against his shoulder, melting further into his embrace when he presses a kiss to your temple. “Wanna talk about it?”

So you do. You begin to tell him every taxing thing that happened throughout the day, ready to let everything you wanted to say, but couldn't, off your chest finally.

“You're not listening,” you accuse him lightheartedly when he drops his face to your neck, pressing soft kisses there and on your shoulder, while his hands start to wander.

“Yes I am,” he mumbles against your skin. “Keep talking.” It’s a lost cause though. All you can do is sigh when one of his hands moves between your legs, effectively parting them. “I'm sorry you had a long day.” His other hand is gently stroking your thigh as he uses two fingers to tease along your folds. “Let me take your mind off of it.”

“Please,” you practically beg, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing more.

It makes him laugh quietly, but he's happy to oblige, finally letting his thumb press against your clit as he eases a finger into you. Your hands rest on his thighs, gripping tighter with each slow thrust of his finger.

“Feels so good,” you mewl, subtly moving back so you can feel his growing erection against your lower back.

“Good,” he whispers in your ear, and adds a second finger. When he hears your breathing quicken, he curls his fingers just right and presses his palm against your clit.

You can't help but jerk your hips, chasing your release until you come with a choked moan, back arching off his chest, head falling back on his shoulder as he works you through your high.

“Shit,” you breathe, relaxing back against him when he pulls his hand away from you.

His arms wrap around you again, holding you close, while he waits for your breathing to steady. “There’s my girl,” he smiles, hearing you let out a short laugh.

“Thank you for that,” you sigh blissfully, turning to face him enough to capture his lips with yours.

“Anytime,” he assures between kisses, and helps you turn all the way so you're straddling his legs.

“Oof–” Your makeout is only interrupted when your knee slips and you have to catch yourself by grabbing his shoulders. “How do people do this?”

He tips his head back laughing. “They definitely make it look easier in movies,” he jokes, grabbing your hips to help you. “Better?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, letting your lips softly collide with his again. As it gets more heated, your hand slips down from his shoulder to caress his cock.

His low, throaty groan at your touch encourages you, wrapping your hand around his length and stroking it gently, your thumb teasing at the tip.

You get the hint when he pulls your hips closer, so you sit up on your knees carefully, and slowly sink down onto him.

The small room fills with the sounds of the moving water and both of your sighs as your head falls back briefly before coming back up to lock your eyes with his.

“Love watching you take me like this, angel,” he groans, digging his fingers into your hips as you begin circling them and rocking against him.

“I’m–” You whimper and your eyes flutter shut as you rest your forehead against his, feeling another orgasm burgeoning already.

“Gonna come again, pretty girl? I know you are,” he grunts, gripping your hips to help you move. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”

“Oh God–” you choke out, legs tensing against him and hips jerking erratically as you hit your peak for the second time.

“Ah, that's it– fuck,” he groans, taking over by driving his hips up toward yours the best he can, chasing his own climax until his thrusts stutter, his cock twitching and spilling inside you.

Your head drops to his shoulder, face nestling against his neck as he holds you against him while you both work on catching your breath. You stay like that until a shiver goes through you, realizing the water’s getting cold.

Hearing Andy chuckle, you finally lift your head to look at him. “We should get out,” he suggests, rubbing his hands along your sides. “You're cold.”

“I don't know how to get up without slipping again,” you laugh. “We didn't think this through.”

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If You Love Me Let Me Know [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 4050

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Y/n decides she isn’t going to wait forever for Sirius to make a move... maybe he needs a nudge in the right direction. In which Sirius gets extremely jealous over the prospect of Y/n going on a date with someone other than himself.

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A/n: is this me... writing for sirius? oof it’s been a while, huh? anyways this was a fun lil fic, hope you enjoy!!

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“I just don’t understand how this could happen!” You wailed dramatically as you followed Lily into your potions class, “Why me? Why do bad things always happen to me? I just, I can’t deal with it anymore!”

Lily rolled her eyes good-naturedly at you as you fell gracefully across your shared desk, a hand over your heart as you mocked your heartache.

Your eyes were shut, a proven mistake as you heard your professor’s voice suddenly speak out in front of the class, “Miss Evans, could you please enlighten me with why Miss L/n is laying on the desk in such a fashion?”

You sat up on said desk, eyes wide now and mouth dropping open as you realised the students already in the room were staring at you.

“Someone ate the last piece of toast at breakfast, sir, and she’s being dramatic about it,” Lily replied monotonously as you scrambled to your assigned seat beside her.

“Well, Miss L/n, as much as we’re all devastated you missed out on your... toast... I would thank you to keep your eccentricities outside of my classroom, preferably far away from myself, do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.”

The professor narrowed his eyes at you, and for a moment you wondered if he was going to take house points away, or give you detention - insolence, he usually told you off for. And speaking out of turn. Not particularly fair considering you didn’t think you’d said anything that bad half the time.

But then the professor’s attention - and much of the class’ - had moved to the group of Gryffindor boys who had ran into the room, out of breath.

They rushed to their seats, still laughing about something or other, ignoring the scolding of the professor, his requests for them to quieten down and take their seats falling on deaf ears.

Your eyes followed Sirius Black as he made his way to his desk - the one diagonally behind you - his long hair falling into his face, tie undone and shirt untucked, making your heart race as he shot a wink over at you when he noticed you looking.

Turning back down to your work, a smile growing on your face as you traced shapes on your parchment before you with the tip of your finger.

Sirius Black was both the bane of your existence and the love of your life. Dramatic? Perhaps. True? Most likely.

He was obnoxious, loud and extremely cocky. He also flirted with you - a lot. In fact, at a distant glance, you could be mistaken for dating, his arm constantly round your waist, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

It wasn’t a secret you fancied him. He knew, Lily knew - practically the whole school knew. However, he never moved to make things official, never asked you out nor mentioned any feelings, and after a year of that, you were beginning to think he just enjoyed your attention, rather than liking you the way you wanted him to.

The lesson began soon after the class quietened, the professor’s voice lulling you into almost falling asleep when suddenly you felt your hair moving around you, making you jolt up and flatten it back down. You frowned as you scanned around the room, your eyes landing on a cheekily grinning Sirius, and suddenly you understood.

“Stop,” You mouthed, still attempting to keep your hair from flying about around you, shaking your head at him.

He shrugged, as if he weren’t doing anything, an amused smile on his face at your constant attempts to keep hold of your hair.

As you turned back to your work, Lily nudged you and raised an eyebrow, shaking your head, “He’s trying to get my attention, I’m not sure what for though-“

“Mr Black!”

You jumped as the professor yelled out his name, eyes widening as you looked over at Sirius, who had a crumpled ball of parchment in his hands and appeared to be mid-throw, James laughing at him from beside him.

The professor grabbed the parchment and shoved it into his cloak pocket, before pointing at the dark haired boy, “10 points from Gryffindor for disrupting the class.”

“But-“

“And another 10 points for answering back,” the professor added on, his eyes darting around the class before landing on Lily, who was quietly continuing on with writing her notes, “Please change seats with Miss Evans - perhaps separating you from Mr Potter here will force you to concentrate on my class.”

Sirius’ eyes lit up as he realised he was moving to be sat next to you, “Not a problem at all, professor!”

Lily picked up her belongings and headed over to sit besides James, her seat quickly being taken by Sirius, who couldn’t help but grin as he caught your gaze.

The professor resumed his lesson, leaving Sirius free to lean over to look at your work, frowning as he saw all your notes, “As if you’re actually listening to that boring old fart.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your parchment away from him, “Unlike you I want to pass my exams, even if he is a boring old fart.”

Sirius watched as you wrote, your eyebrows furrowing just a tad in concentration, gripping your quill as you moved elegantly across the page.

“Too bad you didn’t get the chance to read my note,” he spoke casually, watching the professor march up and down at the front of the class.

Curiosity got the better of you and you placed your quill down, “Why, what was on the parchment?”

He shrugged casually, shooting you a lazy grin as he leant back in his chair, “Might’ve been me asking you to come join me at the Black Lake later tonight.”

Your heart sped up and your breath caught in your throat as you turned to face him, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. After a year of dragging it out, did he finally just ask you out?

“With you? Uh, sure,” you replied in what you hoped was a nonchalant way, hands nearly shaking as you picked your quill back up.

“Great! Should be good, Prongs is bringing Lily, and I’ve already asked Marlene and Dorcas...”

You didn’t hear the rest of his sentence as you felt your heart plummet at his words. You swallowed harshly, staring down at your parchment and willing yourself not to react.

He’d asked other girls too. Of course he wasn’t asking you out. He never was.

The end of the lesson finally arrived and you quickly grabbed your things, not bothering to say goodbye to Sirius, instead heading over to Lily, who linked you as you headed out of the classroom, leaving Sirius and his friends behind.

You were laughing at something she said when you heard your name being called from behind you.

You turned slowly, half expecting to find Sirius, however you instead were met with a rather attractive Ravenclaw - Zachary Bryant, if you recalled correctly - nervously biting his lip as he arrived just before you.

Lily squeezed your arm and whispered an “I’ll meet you in the library” before heading off down the hall, leaving you in the emptying hallway with the brunette boy.

“Zachary, right?”

“Yeah!” He nodded a tad too enthusiastically, almost in excitement over you knowing his name, and you smiled at him warmly.

“How can I help?” You asked with a small shrug.

Zachary opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, as if thinking what to say, as if he didn’t think he’d get this far, before finally speaking, “I was um... well, you’re really rather pretty, and of course smart and funny and- and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to... accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

He was extremely different to Sirius - a polar opposite in fact, shy, earnest, kind - but maybe that’s what you needed. If Sirius wasn’t going to ask you out any time soon, why not go on dates in the meantime? Zachary was sweet after all, and super cute with his curly dark brown hair and sincere smile.

“Sure!” You replied, making him breathe out in relief.

“That’s amazing! Thank you! I mean- I didn’t expect-“ Zachary stuttered, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment.

You laughed, enjoying how flustered he was getting, “Not at all, I’m looking forward to it!”

***

James slid into the chair beside Lily, pressing a kiss to her forehead before nodding over at you in greeting.

“Abandoned the rest of your entourage?” You asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow, wondering why the usual motley crew weren’t following behind him.

“Couldn’t find ‘em. And Padfoot has the map. Thought I’d find you two in here, so well, here I am,” he gestured to himself with a grin. To be fair, he was right - you and Lily could always be found in the library. Mostly because when you needed to get work done, the place was usually Marauder-free.

“Ahh, so you didn’t want to see me, you just couldn’t find your friends?” Lily asked with a smile, gently nudging him.

He threw an arm round her chair and nodded, “Yeah, that’s right, that.”

You shook your head at him, though couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s boyfriend.

“Did you set a day to go?” Lily asked, shaking her head at James and instead continuing your conversation from before he arrived.

“Well Zachary said he’d meet me outside the Great Hall on Saturday afternoon and we’re gonna go to The Three Broomsticks, have a nosy round some of the shops, maybe grab some food. Should be nice!” You grinned at her.

“Wait, you’re going on a date?” James raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter in his chair and removing his arm from Lily’s in shock, “With Bryant?”

“Yes I am,” you nodded, clearing your throat and looking up at him, finding him narrowing his eyes at you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Babe, you’re Padfoot’s girl, he kinda called dibs,” James shrugged as if it were no big deal, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up on the table. Lily nudged his legs, shaking her head at him and he reluctantly moved them back down again.

“What do you mean he ‘called dibs’? I’m a person not the last bloody chocolate biscuit!” You replied indignantly, crossing your arms over your chest and furrowing your eyebrows.

James widened his eyes a little, but continued with making his point. Besides adding the official labels, you and his best friend were... well you were together, right?

“He... well, he always says you’re his girl. Kinda made it extremely clear to the rest of the lads here. Or, well, most of them I guess, besides Whatshisface who’s asked you. You’re off limits to everyone else, unless they want a very angry Black to come after them,” he said it so casually, like it was common knowledge.

“Sirius Black, despite whatever he may have claimed, has never asked me out, nor made a move. As far as I’ve been made aware, he has no feelings towards me, none that he’s mentioned anyways, and that is why I have agreed to go on a date this weekend with Zachary,” you replied adamantly, anger seeping into your voice.

Lily reached out and grabbed the hand closest to her, giving it a squeeze. You offered her a small smile, before sighing.

“Look, I keep waiting for him to make a move... but if I’m waiting on him, I could be waiting forever. I don’t have forever. Zachary wants to date me now and, sometimes, a definite now is easier than a maybe later,” you shrugged, “Sirius... he knows how I feel about him. Everyone knows how I feel about him. I’ve made it clear. Very clear, in fact. He’s not done anything about it, which only makes me think he’s not really interested enough in making us more. I can’t just turn down other guys that are.”

You sighed, collecting your belongings from the table and shoving them into your bag. With a half-smile shot in James and Lily’s direction, you bid them goodbye, heading out of the library doors.

***

“You’re going on a date with bloody Bryant?”

You looked up from your place on the couch in front of the fire, where you were busy reading a book your mother had just sent you by owl, to find an angry Sirius, fists clenched, eyebrows furrowed as he practically glared down at you.

“Yes? Yes I am,” you replied simply, before looking down at your book, though you were no longer focused on reading.

Sirius collapsed on the couch across from you, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you, not saying a word.

You sighed, closing the book slowly and placing it carefully beside you, “Can I help you?”

“Why would you choose Bryant? Of all people. He’s-“

“He’s sweet, he’s smart, and more than that, he actually asked me out. And I’m looking forward to going. Unless you can think of anyone else I should be going to Hogsmeade with?” You asked casually, yet pointedly, staring at him expectedly as he fumbled with his fingers, mouth gaping as if he didn’t know what to say.

“N-No... you should go. I’m sure Bryant will be a great date. Quiet, meek Bryant,” Sirius spat his name out as if it were poison, a snarl set on his features. He wasn’t happy, very obviously in fact, but since he didn’t say anything to make you not want to go on your date, you nodded.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a book to read,” you faked a smile and grabbed your book, opening it to a random page and pretending to read, ignoring Sirius’ presence.

He had ample opportunity to stop you going, ample time to have you to himself.

Too bad that he didn’t take it - that he never took it.

***

Saturday arrived quickly, and you were looking forward to meeting up with Zachary. Lily had helped you choose the perfect outfit, and you’d spent slightly more time than usual doing your hair and makeup. You took a last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and lipgloss, and exiting the door.

You headed down the stairs from your dorm, dressed and ready for your date, feeling nervous yet excited.

The common room was empty bar Sirius, who was sat on the couch nearest the door, and a couple of first years. You felt your heart beat a little faster as you took in the sight of him - black jeans, black t shirt, hair messy from the amount of times he’d ran his hand through it.

He stood up as his gaze caught yours and you smiled a little at him, mouth opening as if you were going to say something, before closing it again when you realised you didn’t know what to say.

“You’re still going on the date?” Sirius asked softly, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked back on his heels.

You smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you replied, “I have no reason not to... do I?”

Perhaps it was foolish of you, to hope he would say yes. That you shouldn’t go because he didn’t want you to, because he wanted to be the one to take you on a date instead.

Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets and shook his head at you, though his mind was screaming at him to tell you to stay - with him.

“Have fun.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, “Thank you, I will.”

With that, you turned on your heel and headed out of the common room, feeling like you wanted to cry out of frustration. You would’ve stayed in a heartbeat for him.

Sirius watched you walk away, staring at the door even after you’d long disappeared out of sight, before sighing angrily. He shook his head at himself, disappointed that he didn’t say anything, questions swirling around his mind.

Would you have stayed if he’d asked you to? Or would you have left him anyway?

He collapsed onto one of the empty nearby couches, letting out a loud, frustrated groan into a pillow and receiving a couple of looks from the first years, though he didn’t pay them any notice.

It was his fault, he knew, that he was feeling like this. Because he hadn’t said anything - because he never said anything. You’d given him the chance, and plenty of opportunity and he hadn’t taken it. From fear or something else, he wasn’t sure.

He stayed laying on the couch, face buried in the pillow, thoughts of you and this Bryant kid plaguing him. Would you kiss him whilst on your date? Sirius grimaced at the idea - he hoped not.

Time passed slowly, at least, in his mind, feeling like hours had passed by the time his friends arrived in the common room to join him, though at most it could’ve only been around half an hour.

He was pouting, arms crossed as he slouched in the armchair he’d moved to, grumbling things to himself every so often and completely ignoring half the things his friends were saying, not replying to James’ jokes or Remus’ witty remarks, and barely glancing at Peter when he offered out some of the sweets he’d picked up in Hogsmeade earlier in the day.

“Alright, what’s up with you, Padfoot?” James rolled his eyes, fed up of the lack of responses from his usual partner in crime.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Sirius mumbled, though anyone could see from one glance that he was not, in fact, fine.

“He’s mad because his girlfriend is currently on a date with someone else,” Remus said with an almost smug smile, half enjoying how grumpy and jealous his friend was being over the girl he should’ve asked out a long time ago.

Sirius shot a glare over at him, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“But you want to her to be, don’t you?” James grinned, moving to lie down across the couch he was on, arms resting behind his head.

“Yes... no... I don’t know!” Sirius sighed, sitting up and hugging a pillow to his chest, “I don’t know what I want, I just know I like her and I don’t want her out with anyone else. But I don’t know if I want a relationship.”

“Well... you couldn’t really expect her to wait around for you to make a decision on this, could you?” James said pointedly, nodding over to him, “As she said to me and Lily, she’s waited long enough. You’ve been stringing her along for over a year now. Either date the girl or let her date someone else.”

Sirius frowned at that. He wanted you more than anything, but was afraid he might hurt you accidentally, or let you down. What if he said something he didn’t mean and upset you? He couldn’t handle that. It was better to keep you as a friend, right? One that he flirted with a lot.

He sighed to himself, bringing his knees up to rest his chin on them. He wanted to be with you, all of his doubts be damned. Friends don’t wanna snog their other friend against a wall do they?

And that’s what Sirius wanted to do to you.

James words bounced around his head as he paced up and down the room later in the evening. His friends had retired to their dorm room, leaving him alone to wait up for you - you still weren’t back from your date and it was nearing curfew.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he paced, ideas of what you could be doing making his hands curl into fists and his heart pound.

Why didn’t he just stop you from going?

Why didn’t he just tell you how much he like you?

Why-

“Sirius?”

He looked up immediately, eyes widening as he watched you enter the common room through the portrait door, a concerned look on your face as you watched his frantic pacing.

“Y/n!”

All thoughts of what he wanted to say left his head, all he could do was stare at you blankly, glad you were back, and hoping your date didn’t go well.

“What are you doing still up?” You asked, your eyes taking in his dishevelled appearance, “Were you- were you waiting for me?”

Sirius swallowed, wondering how to answer, before words began tumbling from his lips, unable to stop himself, “Um... uh, yeah. Yeah I was. I’ve been waiting for you ever since you left. I shouldn’t have let you go on the date, I didn’t want you to go. I was just too much of a coward to say anything at the time. But I kept thinking about... what if he kissed you? Or touched you? I didn’t like those thoughts. So yeah, I’ve been waiting here like you’ve been waiting for me because I’m an idiot and didn’t do anything to show you how I feel.”

Your heart was racing. You’d wanted to hear those words for over a year now, waiting through flirty conversations and near-kisses, hoping he’d give a sign he wanted to be with you.

“And how do you feel, Sirius?” You asked tentatively, dropping your gaze to your feet.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I should’ve- I should’ve. And I don’t know if your date went well, or if you’re planning on going out again, but if you still feel anything for me, please don’t. Just... be with me instead.”

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing again and he stood in silence before you. He’d finally said it - admitted to you that he loved you. His heart was pounding, waiting for your response.

“I’ve waited and waited and you never said or did anything. Why now?”

“Because I’ve realised that anyone could come along and take you from me and I don’t want that,” he admitted, his voice dropping to barely a whisper, “I wanna be the one that takes you on dates. That kisses you and touches you. Please let me be that guy. Please.”

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, shaking your head, then broke out in a smile and stepped towards him, “It’s a good job my date was just mediocre then, huh?”

His eyes shone as he stared at you, disbelief and relief running across his face as he watched you walk closer to him, stopping just in front of him.

“You know I love you Sirius. If I’d have known all it would take was going on a date with another guy to make you admit your feelings, I would’ve done it a whole lot sooner,” you grinned.

Sirius hesitantly reached out to grab your waist, pulling you gently towards his chest and holding you there for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe he had you in his arms.

He looked at you, eyes darting across your face, taking in your features as the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, “Does this mean I can kiss you?”

“Yes,” you nodded, the word barely escaping before his lips were on yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss, one you’d waited a year to feel, pouring all the feelings he’d kept hidden into the kiss, as you ran your hand through his dark locks.

“Guess you’ve got official dibs on me now, huh?” You laughed as you pulled away a little, Sirius still chasing your lips, “Guess I really am your girl.”

“Damn right, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it. Especially that git who took you out. You’re mine,” his grip tightened on your hips as he rested his forehead against yours, smiling at you lovingly.

It may have taken him a year, but he was finally yours, and you were his. And as he pressed his lips to yours again, you smiled into the kiss.

This was definitely worth the wait.

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[ozarkthedog]

Tethered / C. Evans x Fem!Reader

summary: After two months apart, Chris is finally home and he’s wearing that belt.

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. rough oral sex. rough sex. asphyxiation. restraining with a belt. fingering. slight breeding kink. spanking. dirty talk. over stimulation. female ejaculation. basically, pwp.

word count: 2,369

author’s note: honestly, this was supposed to be a smutty little fic about his infamous red belt, but then it turned into so much more. also, for having not written anything in 2 weeks, I’d say I did ok with this.  *credit goes to gif owner.

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Lips were locked and bodies a tangled mess as you crossed the threshold with an “-oof.” Chris barely shutting the front door behind him with a callous foot.

The foyer was dark, dimly lit from the Kitchen light as it left just enough glow to illuminate your silhouettes. Chris pushed you against the closed front door, not caring about your pained whines when he slotted his body over yours.

Finally, you were alone after so much time spent apart.

“Missed you so much.” Chris admitted between rushed kisses, “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. About this body.” His hand dove into your leggings and found your panties drenched. “About this sweet pussy.”

He leaned his forehead against yours watching as your face twisted in pleasure as he ground his palm against your tiny nub, “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Gonna split you open all over again, just like the first time.”

It’d been 2 months since you’d last seen one another and the tension was palpable. The car ride home from the airport via a car service was full of longing stares, playful touches and sneaky kisses as you sat in the back seat like anxious teenagers, desperate to get your hands on one another.

Your eyes slammed shut at his statement, knowing that despite the times you fucked yourself with the few dildos you owned while he was away, nothing compared to Chris.

He was right. It’d be just like your first time together.

He dragged you from your thoughts when he pushed two fingers into your sopping heat, tearing a broken gasp from your lips. His auburn beard scratched your cheek as he peppered kisses down your jaw. Your silky walls welcomed his digits, fluttering and constricting at the intrusion.

“Damn. Forgot how tight you can get, Darlin’.” His lips fit over your open ones as you let out a tiny moan when he scissored his fingers, spreading you open. The kiss was vicious, his tongue diving over yours with long, playful swipes. Your core clenching so hard his fingers faltered.

“That’s my Girl. Come on, lemme feel you cum. Give it to me.” He grunted, while thrusting his clothed covered hard on against your hip.

His command pushed you over the edge and you came with an abrupt shout, easily hitting your peak via another person after so long. Your body shook in his grasp as he eased away the aftershocks with soft, tender kisses.

You stared at him, relishing the way his eyes were blown wide having just seen you come apart so quickly under his touch. It took your breath away to be back in his hold again. To have him home.

His lips twisted into that dorky smile as you sunk down to your knees wanting to return the favor before he split you in two. 

“This belt. This fucking belt.” You laughed, slipping the thick red material through the shiny double loops. He wore this belt all the damn time. It simultaneously drove you mad and caused your pussy to combust. Of all the belts he could wear, he always chose this bright red one and you loved it.

Chris stared down at you in a stupor. “What’s the problem?”

You quirked your head, “Something about this belt drives me wild.”

Chris smirks at your admission but then his jaw falls when your fingers find their way inside his jeans and circle his length. His hips involuntarily jolting in your grasp.

“Fuck, it’s been so fuckin’ long.” He groaned as you pull his rigid cock from the confines of his jeans and playfully lick at his swollen crown.

He stared in fascination as you licked from base to tip before circling the bulbous head with your lips. His cock was heavy on your tongue as you swallowed him down and jerked the base with tight tugs. You rolled his balls in your left palm, clamping your thighs together to ease the ache whenever he let out a lewd groan.

You bobbed your head skillfully over his length eventually feeling his cock swell. You flicked his perineum friskily before pulling away, leaving him painfully on edge.

A deep growl resonated through his chest, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sweetheart.”

“Then why don’t you punish me?” Your tongue poked out the side of your mouth, hoping he’d take the bait and fuck you on the floor.

He surprised you by shaking his head and dragging that god forsaken belt from his jeans before wrapping each end around his fists. “I’ll get to that sweet cunt in a minute. But right now, I want your mouth back on my cock.”

One moment you were sitting on your heels gloating and the next Chris had looped the belt around the back of your neck pulling you flush against his lower abs.

“Gonna punish that wicked mouth before I open up your cunt.”

His cock bounced in your peripheral as he held you close before easing up enough on the belt for his girth to find your lips once more. He gave you no time to adjust as he pushed his length between your lips causing you to sputter.

His hold on the belt barely gave you any freedom, only allowing you to pull off until your lips brushed his reddened tip. He let you suck on the crown momentarily until he forced his way back into your mouth when he tugged on the ends of the belt.

Your hands sought out his hips as he drove his thickness in and out nudging your tonsils with every pass. His grunts of satisfaction had your core quivering and the way his cock swelled whenever it hit the back of your throat had your eyes rolling with arousal.

“Missed bein’ on your knees for me, huh, Pretty Girl?” His mouth hung open as your debauched groans vibrated his cock in reply. “Missed havin’ my cock stretch out your holes?”

Your belly twisted at his words and then heaved when he pulled on the belt making you take every inch of his length. The breath in your lungs burned and the belt around the back of your neck dug into your skin as he watched from above at your pitiful struggles.

His brows pitched together when he felt your throat convulse, “Lookit’ you droolin’ all over my cock like a good little cock slut.”

You scratched at his jeans desperate to breathe, lungs sizzling aflame and just as your face started to tingle, he pulled free from your mouth letting you fall onto all fours.

You coughed out the stale breath from your lungs while Chris dropped to his knees behind you. He ran his hands over the curve of your ass before shoving the waist band of the leggings and your panties down your thighs effectively trapping your legs together.

-SMACK-

Your head shot up with a shriek when Chris landed the belt onto your exposed skin before grabbing a handful of your behind. “Love this ass. Love watching it jiggle as I fuck you.”

Teeth nipped at your flesh causing you to call out his name in the dim foyer and push back onto his face with a soft whimper. His fingers found your core once again, tracing your slit from end to end before spitting onto your puffy mound.

Your arms buckled and your upper body fell onto the carpet with a whine as Chris spread apart your inner lips, “What a sight for sore eyes.”

He pushed two fingers through your glistening lips, curling his digits just right to make you see stars. Your body yearned as it instinctively pushed back, softly chanting, “More.”

“You think you can take my cock? Think it’ll fit in this tight cunt?”

You whimpered when he smacked his pulsating girth against your soaked core after removing his fingers, teasing your quivering opening with his throbbing cock head. “It’s going to hurt, Baby...”

You shook your head, not caring about the repercussions. You needed his cock, now.

He slowly pushed into your warmth as the foyer filled with debauched moans and low growls. Every inch felt like it lasted forever before he bottomed out, punching the breath from your lungs when he bumped your cervix with his massive cock. He stretched you so wide it felt like you’d split in two if he wasn’t careful.

He caressed the junction of your neck with tender kisses as he leaned over you, “So good to finally be buried deep inside you.”

He kept his hips still letting you relax around his girth until he felt you shift. The growing need to get fucked was consuming your body to the point of vibration once your core got used to the thickness. You wanted him to take you hard. Fuck you into the floor and make your voice hoarse.

He chuckled in your ear at your pitiful attempts of moving under him. He breathed in your scent, the one he missed waking up to every morning while he was away. He withdrew his cock slowly before slamming back into your heat with a heavy punch that made your body shove forward with a wrecked moan.

“Need it so bad, don’t you Darlin’.” He repeated his actions, making your cheek burn on the carpet as he fucked into you so powerfully your world spun. His grip was tight on your hips as he thrusted into your swollen core, leaving crescent moons in your flesh.

“I’ll take care of you. Make sure your cunt is molded back into the shape of my cock.”

His hips never faltered. The steady pace made your body surge with every drive. He reverted to curling his hands around your shoulders making you take every inch he was giving.

Still, you needed more.

You tried to buck your hips, not knowing why you were doing it but your body just needed something. Your hands slammed into the floor and you screamed out in confused agony. Your core was tight and ready to explode but you just couldn’t get there.

Chris stilled his hips watching your turmoil before reaching for the fallen belt next to him.

“Shhh. I’ve got what you need, Darlin’.” He whispered into the dim room while grabbing the base of your neck and hauling you onto your hands.

Your head hung forward despairingly, on the verge of tears when suddenly you felt the rough belt at the front of your neck. Chris grasped both sides again, pulling steadily until you were on the tips of your fingers. Your heart leapt into your throat feeling your neck compress at the odd angle but your belly strained immensely.

Anxious gasps echoed off the walls when his hips began to move. Picking up pace with every drive, sliding over your soaked walls and pressing against your cervix with fury and determination.

Chris tugged on the belt, using the momentum to fuck your body back onto his cock, grinning madly at your raspy, choked moans and the way your walls convulsed. Slick dripped down your tied-up thighs soaking your leggings as he molded your cunt around him.

“Like me fuckin’ into this cunt like I own it?” He grunted, snapping his hips quickly feeling your walls obscenely tighten signaling your oncoming peak. “Gonna fill this pretty cunt. Make you swell with my load.”

Your body bowed; the tension unbearable. Your neck pushed against the unforgiving belt until you exploded into a million pieces when your peak slammed through you. You squirted your release with a hoarse shout, soaking your thighs along with Chris’s as he rode out your orgasm.

Chris groaned sinfully as he felt your cum drip from his sack and smack against your ass with every pummel of his cock. He pulled on the belt savagely until you were slotted against his chest. Chris wrapped his right arm around your waist possessively as your knees buckled, threatening to give out.

His left hand held both ends of the belt keeping your head locked against his shoulder. His voice gruff in your ear as he pounded into you with a controlling force.

“Such a dirty girl takin’ my cock on the floor… like a good breedin’ bitch.” He licked up the side of your face making you whine. The over stimulation had your body thrashing as he kept an even pace, pushing through your folds with a punishing pace.

His left hand tightened the slack on the belt cutting off your sobs instantly. He withheld your oxygen for a few seconds, relishing the way your body locked up around him. Your mouth bobbed open like a fish, desperate for air the entire time.

He eased the tension with a teasing chuckle, “Something about watching you struggle makes my cock so hard.”

He cut your air off again, spearing into your swirling warmth while your hands scratched at the arm wrapped around your waist frantically. The pressure in your belly boiled. You were going to cum and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Lemme feel that cunt soak my cock one more time, Darlin’.” He urged, nipping at your jaw.

His hips stuttered for the first time, getting closer and closer to the edge with every drive. He wasn’t going to last much longer but he wasn’t going to cum without you.

Your mind started slipping from the lack of oxygen and the constant over stimulation. Your body was tired and beaten, but still the pressure in your belly was intent on snapping.

“Gimme that cunt. Cum all over me.” He demanded with a harsh slap to your mound and released the slack on the belt. His fingers slapped against your tiny nub over and over until your body lit up and you shook heavily in his arms, cumming with a silent scream that finished with a feral growl.

Chris grunted in your ear as you milked his girth forcefully. His cock swelled and flooded his spend into your awaiting heat where it welcomed everything he had to give.

Chris slipped from your body and lowered the two of you to the ground panting the final tremors of the ravenous act. Your eyes felt heavy and your body screamed, but you lifted your head to plant a soft kiss on his lips as he leaned over your spent body.

“It’s good to have you home.” You whispered, against his lips as he pulled them into a smile. 

“It’s good to be home.”

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[tumbledfreckles]

Absolutely!

She should not be doing this. She knows she should not be doing this. She'd been warned against doing this.

But really, Quidditch practice ended half an hour ago. Surely he would have cleaned up by now. Right?

Hope this works! <33

This has not been edited, and it should have been edited, but screw it, I loved this prompt, I've stayed up way past bed time to write it, I wrote 1800 words instead of the 500 I planned, so have it in it's unedited glory and don't judge me too harshly. It's late, but its shirtless James Potter May or Jumpers off for June or really, just a thirst trap drabble to get your week going well.

Lily knocked softly on the door to the locker rooms, her breath caught in her throat, a thrum of anxiety running in her veins. When there was no sound, no answering call, no bid to enter, she paused for only moments, before biting her lip and pushing on the door handle.

She should not be doing this.

Her footsteps were quiet as she made her way down the long corridor that led to the locker rooms. Doors of the unoccupied rooms were shut, her finger tips dragged against the names of each team as she went. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and then finally, at the very end, Gryffindor. Unlike the others, this door was set slightly jar, light seen through the gaps, but no sounds emerged. The team had clearly departed.

She knows she should not be doing this.

Lily gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath as she pushed open the door, wide enough for her to slip through. It closed gently after her, allowing her to lean back against it, hands still caught on the handle behind her. She clutched the handle for dear life, knowing she should turn it and go back through. Knowing that to go further into the room was a boundary she shouldn’t cross.

She’d be warned against doing this.

As expected, the locker room was at least empty. She’d never been in here before, not being on the team, and never before having anyone she’d wanted to follow into the abyss. The reality was as bad as Lily had imagined. Likely due to the graces and actions of the house elves, it was cleaner than expected. There were no used towels piling around, no dirty, soiled uniforms discarded. The walls were filled with posters and pictures of Gryffindor Quidditch teams throughout the years. Banners and scarves lined the players' open lockers, caught on the name plates fastened above each one.

Almost as soon as she noted the name plates, her eyes caught on one in particular. A name that had fallen from her lips more often than her own had this year. A name that used to come out with derision, but was now pronounced with warmth, with feeling, with an unexplainable but inexplicable feeling of joy. The locker below it was the least orderly of them all, clothing still hung on the hooks, shoes and boots underneath the bench seat in front of it. Shin guards and pads and flying goggles still littered the bench and shelf.

The captain himself was nowhere to be found however. The sound of running water drew her attention to another doorway, at the far end of the locker room. Steam poured out of that room, leaving Lily in doubt that it was the way to the showers. Somewhere she definitely shouldn’t be going. She could wait out here for him. She only wanted to check on him, close the loop on their earlier conversation. She felt guilty for leaving him hanging, but that was no reason to follow him into the showers, surely.

But, really, Quidditch practise ended half an hour ago. Surely, he would have cleaned up by now. Right?

With that solid, solid reasoning ringing in her brain, spurring her on despite a wealth of misgivings, Lily moved forward. Her heart was racing but her movements somehow remained slow, cautious.

“Potter?” she called at the doorway.

No answer came.

Lily shook her head, cheeks already turning red as she contemplated her next action seconds before completing it.

She was only two steps in when she pulled up short.

James stood under the shower, mere metres from where Lily herself stood. A low wall hid most of his lower anatomy, but his back was on full display. Water ran in rivulets over strong, broad, tanned shoulders. It drained off his elbows as James reached to scrub at his hair, a movement Lily had seen him do a million times across their seven years of schooling, but never when he was wet. Certainly not when he was otherwise naked. His back arched, showing the muscles down his spine, lifting the beginnings of the curve of his arse into view.

“Fuck,” Lily whispered, her mouth having gone completely dry.

Of course, while he hadn’t heard her earlier call, he heard her quiet swear. Or maybe he’d felt the weight of her entranced, intoxicated stare. Before Lily could remove herself from a situation she definitely shouldn’t be in, even if it was the most beautiful site she’d seen all day, all week, all year, James turned.

“Lil- Evans,” he said in surprise, jumping slightly, before shutting off the water and reaching for the towel resting on the edge of the wall. “What’s wrong?”

“Noth- shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have -”Lily started, taking a step back, only she missed the doorway and landed against the wall next to instead.

It really wasn’t her fault she couldn’t focus.

If James’ back with a gift of meticulously carved marble, smooth skin and muscle that Lily just wanted to sink her teeth into, then his front was a bloody work of art. Well defined pectorals sat prominently, on his chest, surrounded by curved shoulders, impressive biceps that helped his brilliant throws on the field. Pools of water had collected in the curve of his collarbones, enough that Lily could have lapped happily to ease her suddenly restricted throat.

She’d seen glimpses of his abdominals before. He was always reaching for his hair, running a hand through the beautiful, silky locks, she couldn’t help but get flashes as his shirt, or t-shirt, or jumper lifted up. Especially when he was already stretching back across the couch, complaining about the Prefect’s schedule, the points schedule, or the meeting schedule. Any schedule really, just because he knew it would rile her up. So she’d seen his stomach from time to time. Knew his prowess on the Pitch couldn’t come from someone who wasn’t totally fit. But seeing it glistening, rippling as he moved, shadows from the dimmed bathroom lighting emphasising each curve, well…

It was really more than one girl could be expected to take.

“Evans,” James tried again, frowning as he finished wrapping a towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower area toward her. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

Lily tried not to focus on how the twisted knot of the towel sat dead centre below his navel. How it drew the eyeline down. How the muscles in his sides pointed down like an arrow toward that knot, making her wonder what was underneath the knot.

“Uh,” Lily forced her eyes up. “I, uh, wanted to talk to you.”

She pretended not to notice how droplets collected on his eyelashes, so much easier to see without his glasses. How his face was devoid of its usual smirk, concern etched across his face instead, furrowing his brow, straightening his smile.

“Sure,” James glanced around, “I was coming back to the castle, you could have waited.”

“I couldn’t,” Lily blurted, before she could stop herself. “I couldn’t wait.”

James quirked an eyebrow, but paused in his steps, now less than three steps from her. At this distance, she could smell him. He was perfumed by that familiar scent of pine and spice, but in the heat and the humidity of the room it surrounded her, consumed her. She tried to take a deep breath in, to focus and prepare herself, but all it did was allow the scent to overwhelm her.

“Well, have at it, Evans,” he encouraged. “I’m listening.”

“Well, before, earlier.. You, uh… you asked, well and I, you, I didn’t,” Lily sighed impatiently at her stuttering, rolling her eyes before realising that meant she couldn’t look at him. Tried to remind herself not to look at him, it was clearly too much to look at such a sight and string a sentence together. Much more of her blithering and he wouldn’t care for what she had to say, mad woman that she was.

“Still waiting, Evans,” James teased now, a small curve of his lips appearing now. He seemed to be realising what had her in such a fluster, and took another step forward. Within reaching distance. Touching distance.

“Oh, fuck it,” Lily breathed, and gave in.

There was no resistance as she reached out and snagged James by the hand, then his waist, then his neck. She tugged his head down, and it came easily until, with a final push on her toes, she crashed her lips against his. His mouth moved without hesitation, giving as good as he got, pushing her back into the wall with a satisfying oof, his teeth finding her bottom lip, pulling it until her mouth opened and the punishing kiss turned into something deeper, sweeter, more satisfying.

Lily’s hands threaded into his hair, before dancing down to shoulders, stroking along his chest. She couldn’t pick a place she wanted them to rest, so she just didn’t, and touched and admired and petted to her heart’s content. James didn’t appear to mind her cheek was cupped, her waist wrapped up with one of those delicious arms she’d admired. He was still warm from the shower, still damp from neglecting to dry off, and she could feel that heat pushing through her clothes, flattening them against her, allowing his touch to burn through to her needy skin.

Without meaning too, having not consciously thought the action through, Lily’s hand landed on the knot in the towel she’d been so focused on moments earlier. The action gave them both reason to pause, and James pulled back just enough as they panted for breath and stared at each other.

She’d never seen his eyes so black, the hazel almost completely hidden dilated pupils and a blazing fire that would have taken her breath, if only his lips hadn’t done the job already. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Lily’s eyes followed the movement closely, her newly acquired knowledge of the feel, the taste of his tongue, making her imagine in a way that was all too real, how it would feel if he did the same to her.

“You had an answer for me, Evans?” his voice was hoarse, husky, like he’d run a marathon in the seconds, minutes, that they’d been kissing.

“I hardly think it matters now,” Lily’s laugh was almost bitter as it escaped from her, as she pushed back wet hair from his forehead, brushing her thumb softly across the scar above his eyebrow.

“Tell me anyway,” his fingers brushed down her arm, tipped her chin up, catching her lips again for a brief but perfect kiss.

Lily sighed, kissed him again to stall, cupped his face with both her hands to make sure he was paying attention. She was only going to say this once.

“Yes, I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you next weekend.”

#jily #jily fic #jily fanfic #hogwarts jily #canon jily #freckles writes #probably can't call this a drabble #its really a oneshot #oops #shirtless james potter may #jumpers off for june #or whatever it was for june #forgive the lack of editing #i beg you

[lipstickbisous]

plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it. 

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit. 

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?” 

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?” 

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #esme answers #asks

[idy-ll-ique]

Hot Chocolate.

Pairing: Chris Evans X F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Summary: Chris Evans has seen this woman a couple of times before. Turns out, she's a good friend of Scott's, and the two brothers are supposed to meet at the park that day.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! A lot happens in this fic and I hope it makes sense... Enjoy!

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Chris paused in his tracks when he saw her. He had seen her around a handful of times. She was standing between two groups of men, scolding both the groups as the men hung their heads low in shame. "Now can we all apologize to each other and play nicely?" she huffed, placing a hand on her hips. "Yes Y/N," they drawled, the groups united and they began playing their game again— dodgeball.

A smile bloomed on Chris' face. She was the mother of the group. Every friend circle had a mother hen, and that was… Y/N, they said? She was the only girl in the group of 7, but just as badass as all the boys. "Chris, Chris!" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see his brother, Scott, running towards him. "Hey man." The two men hugged and Scott glanced around.

His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. "Y/N/N!" At the loud yell, Chris' eyes went wide as Y/N looked over at them, her lips forming a smile so beautiful that Chris was rendered speechless. "Scott!" she exclaimed happily, running towards them. Unfortunately, she happened to trip over a small rock and stumbled forward, landing on her front with an 'oof' and a groan.

Scott simply laughed as Chris ran forward, terrified. He helped her up, offering her his arm. She clutched it when her head started spinning. "Still as clumsy as ever," Chris' brother snorted and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "Still as immature as ever. Be more like your brother, dude, he helps." The tip of Chris' ears turned pink as Scott rolled his eyes.

"Mind introducing me to your friend?" Chris spoke as Y/N dusted the front of her t-shirt. "Right, this is Y/N Y/L/N, a very good friend of mine. Y/N—" She cut him off by waving her arm in dismissal. "Who doesn't know Chris Evans? It's very nice to meet you, sir." Chris grinned at her. "Chris will do just fine, darling." Scott huffed at the nickname.

"That's my best friend, douche."

"And what about it?" Chris countered, turning to Y/N with a worried look when she groaned. "What happened?" he asked. "I skinned my knee and ruined my pants." The three of them turned to look at Y/N's legs; her pants were torn on the left knee and blood was seeping into the pants through the wound. "That's not a skinned knee, that's a whole wound!" Scott yelled.

"Well, now I know why it hurts so much," she laughed in defeat, leaning on Chris. "My house is nearby, why don't we go there? Get you cleaned up," Chris offered. "Boys!" Her group of friends turned to them. "I'm going with Scott!" They shouted their goodbyes to Y/N and hellos to Scott, getting back to their game. "You know the guys, too?" Chris asked his brother.

"Yeah, man, as if I'm going to let her hang out with just any group of men. Let's go to your place, can't wait to see Dodger again," Scott grinned. The three of them left the park, Y/N doing her best not to fully lean against the handsome man who was almost carrying her at this point. She had had a crush on Chris Evans ever since she became friends with Scott; that was almost 10 years ago.

Imagine holding onto a crush for that long.

How did Chris not know her if she was such good friends with Scott? That will forever remain a mystery, he thought.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" Chris asked her to take her mind off the wound that was now starting to throb badly. "Last year PhD student," she answered, hissing. "Nice, nice. Which subject are you getting your PhD in?" he smiled. "Law. I love A Starting Point, I never miss an episode." She looked up at him, giving him a small grin. "That means a lot, thanks."

"If this is your version of flirting, change it. It's very boring."

Scott snickered as Chris and Y/N both gave him glares. Soon, they reached Chris' house and Chris opened the door. Dodger was asleep in the sitting room and Scott immediately ran over to the dog, petting him. Chris, meanwhile, took Y/N to the bathroom. "Take a bath, you have mud all over you. I'll keep clean clothes outside." She let go of Chris' arm and he immediately wished she hadn't done that.

"Oh, but uh… your clothes…" she stammered, blushing furiously. Chris rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "Don't worry, I'll find something that fits. I'll also keep a towel outside." She nodded and closed the door when he left. Chris went to the stairs only to see Scott standing at the bottom of the stairs, his hands on his hips. "What do you want?" Chris sighed.

"Ask her out, please!" the younger man groaned as Chris went to the guest bedroom, taking out the towel kept in the cupboard in the room. "It's not that easy," Chris muttered, walking to his room. Scott followed him. "Why not? You were blushing so much when I introduced you to her," Scott pouted. "She is gorgeous, I agree but— but what makes you think she'll wanna go out with me?" Chris startled when Scott burst out laughing.

"That woman has had the biggest crush on you ever since the first Captain America movie came out, okay? There's no way she is going to say no to you. I have to warn you, though, if you ever break up, I'm breaking your kneecaps." Chris gave his brother a shove, but a smile bloomed on his face when he went downstairs, a towel, a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts in his hands.

"Y/N?" he called out, knocking on the door. "Just leave the clothes outside, I'll get them!" She called out from inside. "Do you want anything to drink? Hot chocolate, maybe, tea?" he offered out of the blue, leaning against the door. "Hot chocolate sounds nice, thank you!" He nodded and went to the kitchen. Y/N, when she heard his footsteps echo away, shuddered in pleasure.

Oh my God, was she really going to sit there and have hot chocolate with her crush and his brother, who happened to be her good friend? She quickly got out of the tub, wincing when her knee jolted with pain. Y/N grabbed the towel and dried herself off, careful about avoiding the wound which had not stopped bleeding.

She put on her bra and panties, flushing when she realized that the t-shirt Chris gave her was slightly see-through. She put it on anyway, also wearing the shorts. "Um, Scott?" she called out upon walking out of the bathroom. "Yes, babe?" he yelled from the sitting room and she walked outside, sitting next to him. "Did you not clean your wound?" Scott sighed when he saw her knee.

"It won't stop bleeding, I think I have to bandage it," she groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Should I help with that?" Both Scott and Y/N turned to see Chris standing there, holding three mugs of hot chocolate. Y/N's breath hitched, he wanted to clean her wound? "That would be amazing!" Scott agreed with a proud smirk. Chris rolled his eyes at his brother and kept his mug down.

"I'll bring the first aid kit."

"Scott," Y/N hissed as Scott hurriedly finished his hot chocolate, slamming the mug on the table. "I just got an urgent text message, I need to go," he smirked at her. "Shut up," she growled when he got up, ruffling her hair. "Enjoy your date," he crooned, leaving the house before Chris could return with the first aid kit. Y/N simply sat there and clutched her mug, imagining it was Scott's neck instead.

"Where did Scott go?"

Chris blinked when he walked back into the sitting room. "He got an urgent text, he had to go." Chris saw right through the lie. "That bastard," he grunted under his breath but Y/N heard and giggled. "Language," she chided jokingly and he grinned at her, sitting on the floor in front of her. "Why did it not stop bleeding?" he asked as he carefully cleaned the wound.

Y/N moaned in pain when the ball of cotton dipped in antiseptic came in contact with her knee. "I don't know," she muttered, a tear leaking out of her left eye as he continued wiping the blood away. "Aw hey, don't cry, it'll be fine," he whispered softly, leaning up to flick the tears away when he heard a sniffle. "Yeah I know, sorry…" He shook his head as he tied a bandage to her knee.

"Don't apologize, I know it hurts. You gotta be brave, though." She nodded when he stood up, keeping the first aid kit away. He washed his hands and came back to examine his work. A spot of blood was visible on the bandage. "Feeling better?" he smiled at her, sitting next to her with his own mug of hot chocolate. He took a sip; it had gotten a bit cold but he could manage.

"A lot. Thank you so much, Chris, you're awesome."

"All my pleasure, darling. Wanna watch a movie?"

She shrugged and he switched the TV on. Y/N kept her empty mug on the table as he flipped through the channels, stopping when he saw that Mr and Mrs Smith was playing on one of them. "How about this one?" Y/N nodded and leaned back against the couch, smiling to herself when Chris rested his hand against the backrest, almost dropping his arm around her shoulders.

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Y/N's eyes started drooping with sleep half an hour into the movie, the bath, the hot chocolate and the 2 hours of exercise in the park finally catching up to her. "Sleepy?" Chris chuckled softly when she yawned, rubbing her eyes. "I should probably get going or I'll fall asleep right here," she laughed, turning to get up but Chris grabbed her hand. "Sleep here, I'll wake you up in a few hours," he insisted.

Y/N bit her lip in apprehension. "You shouldn't walk, not when your knee is like that," Chris tried again, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw Y/N's expression. "Okay, fine." Chris smiled hugely when she relaxed against the couch. She yelped when he brought her closer to him, making her rest her head on his chest while he put an arm around her shoulders.

"I got you, sleep." Y/N snuggled further into his comfortable arms, not believing this was happening but not wanting to ruin the moment. Chris switched off the television, taking his phone out as he rubbed her back with his left hand, lulling her to sleep. When she finally fell asleep his hand rested against her hip, holding her to him. He opened the messaging app, rolling his eyes when he saw messages from Scott.

Did you two kiss??????

Chris smirked to himself, took a quick selfie of him holding Y/N in his arms, and sent it to Scott. The man replied within seconds.

OMG

I'm warning you again

If you break her heart

I'm breaking your kneecaps

You're breaking my kneecaps

Yeah I know that

Don't worry I'm not going to break her heart I promise

Good

Gtg fr this time bye

Bye

Chris kept his phone away for a moment as he adjusted himself; getting comfortable while also making sure Y/N was comfortable. Then he picked up his phone again, opening Instagram as his arms went around Y/N's waist.

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"Mm!"

Y/N stretched her arms above her head as she opened her eyes, blinking when she realized Chris was not next to her. "Chris?" she called out, sitting up. No response. She couldn't even hear Dodger's bark. Where was he? She stood up and waddled all over the place, yelling Chris' name. Finally sure he wasn't at home, she groaned and plopped down on the couch.

She was alone at Chris Evans' house.

"Damn it," she muttered, suddenly spotting the three mugs that were still on the table. Well, Chris had shown her such wonderful hospitality, she should only return the favor, right? Smiling, she got up and grabbed the mugs, taking them to the kitchen. She laughed when she saw a mountain of dishes still in the sink; she was lazy when it came to doing dishes, too.

Taking out her phone and playing songs, she kept her phone on the kitchen counter and started washing the dishes. It was the least she could do for him after he let her stay at his place for— she checked the time; almost 5 hours. She had been here for almost 5 hours now.

"Dodge, come on bud, time to go home!" Chris shouted and Dodger came running over, leaping into Chris' arms. The man laughed and they walked back to his house. When they entered, though, Chris was a bit surprised; he could hear songs playing in the kitchen and the unmistakable sound of water running. Quietly tiptoeing into the sitting room, he peeked into the kitchen and saw Y/N.

He gulped; the sight of her wearing his clothes, standing in his kitchen doing the dishes for him was something else. She was singing along to the songs, not at all aware of his presence. "Y/N." She yelped and almost dropped the plate she was holding, turning to look at Chris. "You scared me!" she laughed, giving him a huge smile.

Unable to help himself, he strode forward, took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N kissed him back, wide-eyed. "What was that for?" she whispered when he pulled away, panting. "You didn't have to," he spoke instead, running his thumb across her bottom lip. "It's the least I could do," she chuckled when he took the sponge out of her hand, keeping it to the side. He easily picked her up and set her down on the counter, reconnecting their lips.

"God, you're so awesome. Please stay for dinner," he pleaded after their 15 minute make out session got over. "Okay, I will," Y/N giggled, putting her arms around his shoulders. He carried her out of the kitchen and they sat down on the couch, Chris holding her on his lap. "Where were you? You took Dodger for a walk?" Y/N asked him as Dodger sat near the table, closing his eyes.

"I did, yeah. I also filmed another episode of ASP, you were out cold for a long time," he laughed. "I know, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, this must've been the breaking point. Thanks for not waking me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, smiling. "Of course, darling."

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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