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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: New Hire

Wordcount: 1,499 (i literally BARELY made it)

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Implied Non/Dubcon, Darkfic, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: first of all, @cocobutterqwueen how dare you. second of all, i hope you enjoy. 😈. i can’t believe you just casually slid through with the prompt of prompts for my Monkey’s Paw challenge 🥴

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone other than myself. Enjoy 😘

“But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Liam crosses his arms petulantly, glaring at you with determined blue eyes. “I want to stay up for dad.”

Ari works late nights, late being an understatement—you know sometimes he doesn’t come home at all. It isn’t unusual for you to finish putting Liam to bed, prepare his lunch, wash his clothes, and go to bed yourself, all without seeing Ari even once.

You’re not sure exactly what it is Ari does, but you do know he comes home late, tired. And sometimes, faintly smelling of gun-smoke. It’s awkward encountering him without Liam, the way he watches you with that easy smile. He’s nice enough you suppose, and God knows you’re thankful for a live-in gig—you don’t really have anywhere else to go.

“I’ll tell you what,” you sit on the edge of his Spider-Man bedspread and lean in with a conspiratorial grin. “I’ll let you watch a movie before bed, and when Dad gets home, I’ll send him your way.”

“Even if I’m asleep?” Liam asks skeptically.

“Even if you’re asleep,” you repeat. “Pinky promise.” Liam wraps his pinky around yours and you shake hands resolutely. “Now what are we watching?”

—

A hand on your shoulder shakes you awake, and you jerk upright with a sharp intake of breath. The familiar scent of Ari’s woodsy aftershave and his distinctly Alpha scent fill your nostrils as you struggle awake.

“Easy, kitten. Just me.” Ari’s low rumble makes you tense further—I just got caught sleeping on the job. “Sorry I missed movie night.” He chuckles, and your cheeks heat as you begin detangling Liam’s limbs from your own. He’s sound asleep, his lashes resting on his chubby cheeks as he snores lightly. Carefully, you slide out of his tiny bed, pointedly avoiding Ari’s gaze.

“He, um, asked for you.” You’ve been here three months and you’re still not comfortable with the weight of Ari’s gaze. You watch him reach down to ruffle Liam’s hair.

“I bet he did.” His voice sounds regretful. “I got…held up. At work.” He cards his fingers through his own hair, you catch a glimpse of the thin gold chain at his throat. “I’ll make it up to him.”

“He just wants to spend time with you,” you blurt out the words as he tugs the blanket up to Liam’s chin, and shuts off the lamp at his bedside. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no. You’re right,” he sighs. “I haven’t been making time for him like I should have.” Being around him makes you feel skittish and nervous; you’re not used to this breed of Alpha—you’d thought they would all be like your father; quick to anger. The house bears no marks of Ari’s frustration, unlike your childhood home. You know how to patch drywall, repair a door torn off it’s hinges—

You know how to hide, how to play dead so that the rampaging, liquor fueled monster living in your father’s skin would pass over you without incident—but those skills aren’t needed here, you find.

You follow him out of Liam’s room into the long hallway, still staring at your feet.

“Um, g-goodnight,” you mumble, before turning quickly on your heel to scamper back to your room—but a warm hand around your wrist stops you.

“Hold on, there, kitten.” He graces you with a smile that makes your chest go tight even as you swallow nervously. “I know when I hired you I said you’d have your weekends to yourself, but I was thinking I would take Liam to the amusement park this weekend, make up a little lost time. Maybe you’d like to come along?”

There’s a note of hopefulness in his voice that you don’t miss.

“I, um, I’m not sure…” You trail off, and look down at your hands. “I wouldn’t want to intrude—”

“How could you intrude, kitten? I’m inviting you,” he says smoothly. “Liam adores you, and it would be my treat.” He winks at you, and it sends an uncomfortable heat to your belly that you hope the scent of the suppressants disguises. There’s an expectant look in his eye, the look of a man who isn’t used to being denied or disobeyed. It’s the same look your father would give you as he ordered you to run down to the store and barter more of your mother’s old jewelry for a bottle of gin.

“Okay. I-I’m sure it’ll be fun.” You say, licking your dry lips. His eyes follow the motion as his smile widens.

“Perfect.”

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Saturday dawns bright and beautiful, and Liam is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. You’ve already told him he might not be able to ride all the rides—being six and all—but it hadn’t dampened his excitement a single bit.

“I wanna go on this one!” he shouts, pointing excitedly at one of the roller-coasters.

“I think it’s too big for you, bud,” Ari says, scanning the park for something more appropriate. “Let’s try this one.” There’s a kiddie-coaster nearby, with seats shaped like dragons, so it isn’t difficult to redirect Liam’s interest. He’s holding both of your hands, swinging them excitedly as you go to get in line. As you approach the front, the machine operator waves you through to the first set of seats.

“And how are you all today?” He asks as he lowers the safety bar. “Family outing?”

“Oh, no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “I’m just um. The nanny.” He fixes you with a charming smile that makes your face go hot, and winks.

“Well, I hope you all have fun. You especially.” He slides his hands over yours, and you feel something like paper pushed between your knuckles.

“I think there are some folks behind us who need their bars lowered,” he says flatly. “Maybe you should see to them.” You peek at the paper he’d pressed into your hands—a phone number. You shove it quickly into your pocket so as not to litter, though you have no intention of calling. You don’t notice the way Ari’s hands tighten on the safety bar, the way his full lips press into a tight line as his eyes go hard.

You spend the day at the park, and though you aren’t particularly coordinated, you do manage to win a few prizes, which you promptly give to Liam. He’s exhausted by dusk, resting his head sleepily on Ari’s shoulder as the three of you head into the parking lot.

You’re grateful for Ari’s silence on the ride home, but you can’t escape the feeling that something’s wrong, like electricity in the air before a storm. You play with the hem of your skirt as you follow them inside, careful to lock the door behind you. You trail behind him as he heads for Liam’s room, your own just a few doors beyond it.

“Can we speak privately in my office?” Ari says over his shoulder, and your stomach drops. “You can wait for me there.”

You pick at your cuticles as you wait for Ari to put Liam down for the evening, poring over every moment of the day as you try to determine what you’d done, where you’d gone wrong.

“Let’s talk, kitten.” Ari’s low voice startles you, and you jump. “In here.” He opens the door, brushing by you as he crosses the room to his desk. “Sit, down, sweetheart.”

You do, stiffly, your hands clasped tightly in your lap.

“I just want to go over some… contractual things. Make sure we’re crystal clear. Sound good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Wonderful.” He opens a drawer, and produces a signed copy of your contract from it, setting it down on the desk with a sigh. “Now. I know we spoke about limitations when I hired you, didn’t we?” You don’t know where he’s going with this—so you nod. You vaguely remember him outlining the terms of your employment, but limitations… that doesn’t sound familiar.

“No second jobs, no long trips during the school year—I don’t want anything detracting from your time with Liam.”

“Y-yes, o-of course, I remember that—”

“Then why are you playing games, sweetheart?” He asks, raising a single brow at you.

“Games?”

“Don’t play coy, kitten, it doesn’t suit you,” he snaps, his eyes hard. “The Beta. At the park.”

“I-I don’t even know him,” you stammer. “Mr. Levinson—”

“You’re not going to walk away,” he snarls, slamming his hands on the desk. “Not from me, Omega.” Ari takes a deep breath, gathering himself. “Come here.” Your suppressants should have weakened the strength of the Alpha command, but they don’t, and you find yourself jerkily moving towards him. Ari’s large hands wrap around your hips, and he forces you down onto the table. “Spread your legs.”

You whimper as you do. “Mr. Levinson, please, I don’t understand!”

“Oh kitten,” he purrs as he drags his fingers up your clothed slit. “You really should read the fine print.”

fin

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

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

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

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Chris Evans + Characters masterlist

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut

Titles marked with 🧸 include DDlg/littlespace

Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes

Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!

Chris Evans

Bunny Blues🖤🦋 || tw: noncon

Only For Daddy🦋 || tw: step!cest

Wanting You || bestfriend!Chris

Welcome to Boston || 420!Chris

Boston Cream Pie || breeding!kink

Andy Barber

Ascend to Heaven🖤🦋 || Andy is obsessed with the innocent neighborhood girl until he can no longer supress his lust

Steve Rogers

The War Sector 🖤🦋 ||

The War Sector: Chapter 3 🦋🖤 (Stucky) ||

#chris evans #chris evans smut #cevans #andy barber #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans x black!reader #avengers smut #steve rogers x black!reader

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saturnville · 2 years

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holy matrimony.

pairing: chris evans x reader. requested: yes. for @marvelstarker-mha98 warning: none!

Education was a portal to a world unknown. A motto she lived and breathed by. It was the motivation needed to pull herself out of bed, put on her best outfit, and show up for not only her students, but for herself. To keep the legacy of educators alive.

She was a middle school teacher--8th grade physical science, to be exact. She assumed the desire to be an educator was passed through genetic DNA. Her father held a Ph.D. in literature and taught Shakepearan studies at a local community college while her mother, a doctor, taught at one of the medical schools just twenty minutes outside of her hometown. And similarly, her brother had the intention of becoming a history teacher for high school students. She was born into a family that lived to learn, and she hoped to pour that same love of knowledge into her students.

The start to her day wasn’t sunshine and rainbows as it typically had been. No, her morning was a whirlwind. The dryer ate her favorite pair of socks, she ran out of coffee pods for her coffee machine, her hair refused to cooperate, and her outfit didn’t present itself in the way she pictured. She was left to wear a simple dress with sandals, to put her hair in a ponytail, and to visit the nearest coffee shop on her way to school.

She trudged through the double doors of the school. Her smile wavered as she greeted fellow faculty, staff, and students. She made it to her classroom, her safe space, within five minutes. Open flew the door as she pushed it with heavy hands.

It was quiet and the sun shone through the curtains she hung up. The earthly decor around her brought peace and calmed her nerves. She walked to her desk, where she dropped her belongings at her desk and sat in her newly purchased rolling chair.

Soft hums came from her as she prepared to organize her space. She had an hour until the students came to class, which gave her the opportunity to collect her mind and aura before they arrived. As she began to mess around her desk, she noticed a small notecard next to a box of chocolates and a small bear in the corner.

Curiously, she gently took the card into her hands and read it softly to herself, “Happy Monday, my love. I hope today is a great day, full of smiles and full of joy. Love, CE.”

A smile pulled at her lips and suddenly the stress she felt began to alleviate. Her boyfriend of a year, Chris, was the definition of the man of her dreams. Everything that she could have asked for, wrapped into a teddy bear of a man whom she loved. They had a traditional relationship and it worked for them. He honored, valued, and respected her from the depths of his being.

She reread the letter and caresses the bear until the bell rang and the footsteps of students flooded the halls. She shook off her nerves and opened her classroom door, where she was greeted with smiling children, each holding a white rose in their hands.

“Good morning, kiddos. What’s up with the flowers, did you guys hang out outside before class?” she asked. She was met with giggles and hushed laughs. She raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room in confusion.

“What’s going on, honies? What’re you guys hiding? You’re so silly!”

“We have a surprise for you, Miss Jones!”

She placed her hand on her chest and smild gleefully. “What is it?” The students instructed her to sit down at her desk. She obeyed their instruction, and one by one, the children walked to her and gave her a flower. By the time the last chld came up to her, she had twenty five roses in her possession.

Her cheeks hurt from the joyful smile that played on her lips. It only grew wider when a familar presence entered the room. “Hi, sweetheart.” Chris. With those twinkling blue eyes and jaw-dropping smile. His hands were crossed behind his back as he shuffled into the room.

“Heard you weren’t having the best week, and well, I don’t like seeing you like this, and neither do the kiddos…so I asked them to help me out, right?”

A chorus of yesses filled the room. She laughed softly and dug her nose into her flowers.

“They told me that they love their Miss Jones because she’s the best person ever. Loving, kind, gentle, patient. And I couldn’t agree more,” Chris made his way to her chair and took her left hand into his. “Because of you, I’ve had the best year of my life. A year of love, growth, enew experiences, and you have made a better man, in so many ways. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and so, I want to ask, will you marry me?”

Her dream ring shone in front of her brighter than stars in the sky. It was quaint, just as she liked it. But boy, did it sparkle. Behind him, her students encouraged her to say yes until their voices scratched and no more sound could come out.

Through tears, she said, “A thousand times yes.”

Chris grinned and slid the ring onto her finger. She was engulfed in a hug that knocked her off her feet. For a few moments, she forgot where she was. Until she felt a tug on her clothes.

“Does this mean we can come to the wedding?”

She nodded and welcomed in her students into their hug, “Absolutely.”

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ughdontbeboring · 2 years

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yall…what the fuck is Christopher Robert Jamal Evans doing! I mean that thang is hanging!

his pants are literally stugglingggg struggling to hold that dick up 🥹 if i dont get that dick in my mouf sooooooon

literally a crime to humanity that you havent shared that thang with me 🤷🏽‍♀️

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cevans-seb · 1 year

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Finally came around to completing a Masterlist for this blog! I know I haven’t written much but after completing The Sex Lives of College Girls, I delved into this deep dive of writing about a frat! boy’s series. It is going to include a bunch of characters and I will also sporadically post one shot’s while working on this series. As for the Hot High, I am still working on that and is almost done with chapter 2.

Frat Boy’s series

Welcome to Coral Coast University, a prestigious school filled with illustrious students and elitism oozing off them like molten lava. The classes are tedious, dorms are illustrated in magazines, and the parties are legendary-well all thanks to Alpha Phi. Alpha Phi’s reputation in community service, along with being model students aided them to further their organization, but what lies beneath their good guy exterior ... well these women are about to find out.

Frat Boy Andy x Senator’s Daughter reader

Poli-Sci prominent Andy Barber embarks on his new journey of navigating coursework and maintaining stability within his frat house, but what happens when Senator Griven’s daughter enrolls at Coral Coast University, granting Andy an opportunity to impress him? It is his dream after all to become DA, and what better way than to date Y/N?

Frat Boy Ransom x Reader

Born with a golden spoon wedged in his mouth, Ransom has never worked a day in his life, but after being caught with illicit drugs on campus, he now has to complete community service or get expelled, and that's when he meets Y/N. She knocks him down a peg whenever she opens her mouth, much to his dismay, and she does it all with a bright smile.

Frat Bucky x pledge Reader

Frat Steve x small town Reader

Frat Boy Ari x Inexperience Reader

Frat Boy Johnny x shy reader

Frat President Lloyd x Intern Reader

Drabbles

Bucky FWB’S 1 2 3(Ending)

Bucky catches you with your toy

Bucky angst

One shot

Started with Coffee

Runaway Groom

Series

Hot High

Feral Boys

#cevans #sebastian stan x reader #steve rodgers x reader #chris evans x black reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #steve rodgers imagine

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a-moment-captured · 1 year

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Cue the internet meltdown and panties dripping due to Chris Evans having the audacity to show up to his NYC Ghosted premiere.

#Chris evans #christopher robert evans #Chris #evans #ghosted 💬#ghosted #cevans #evansedit #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x black reader

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: Exhibit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Kink Prompt: Exhibit [Exhibitionism]

Word Count: 2,000

Summary: You attend a party in your roommate’s stead.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Public Sex, Masquerade, Exhibitionism, Nonconsensual Drug use, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number three, and the end of week one of my kinktober celebration! i sincerely hope you all enjoyed the first three installments! thank you all so much for reading. mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

Your palms are sweating underneath your evening gloves as you make your way down the marble staircase. Everyone is looking at you. You can’t see their eyes through the masks, of course, but the sea of porcelain faces turned in your direction lets you feel the weight of their gazes anyway. Your own is tied securely beneath the carefully coiffed mess of curls at the nape of your neck, and you resist the urge to check Emily’s tie-job as you descend the staircase.

“What if they notice that I’m, you know, not you?” You’d asked as she’d tied the black satin straps behind your head. “This isn’t a frat party, it’s like. An event.” Your roommate rolled her eyes in the mirror as she continued fussing over you, dusting lint from the front of your gown.

“No one’s going to care,” she’d nodded appreciatively at her handiwork. “Besides, everyone’s wearing masks anyway.”

You feel ungainly in the heels Emily picked out, but you manage to make it to the landing without falling on your face or tripping over the train of your dress. Now that you’re at the bottom, part of the roiling mass of bodies instead of above it, you don’t feel quite as watched, and you let your shoulders sag with relief.

How long did Emily say this thing was? Three hours? You’re a stranger to the rituals of the wealthy, so you stand there awkwardly, clinging to the bannister. You don’t know anyone, either. The most Emily had told you about this weird little shindig was that it was once every few years, and that the absolute most important people in the city showed up.

“And why am I going?” You’d asked, fiddling with your ornate swan mask.

“You’re my proxy, silly!” She’d smiled warmly at you. “So like, if you can’t go, you can, like, have someone go represent the family. Like a stand in.”

“And it’s important that you be there because…?”

“The Swan’s like. Really important. There’s this whole boring story they tell about it, but I don’t really remember.” She waved her hand at you dismissively. “Anyway, you look great.”

“Is it heavy?” A man in a crow mask stands in front of you, his head inclined in question.

“W-what?”

“The bannister. Or are you not holding it up?” He asks, grinning at you. You straighten up self-consciously.

“I, um.” You clear your throat. “N-no.”

“That was a joke, sweetheart.” He extends his hand. “Emily, right? I’m Lloyd.” He points at his mask. “Crow.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m. I’m her fr—roommate. Stand-in. God.” You glance up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

“Ah.” He licks his lips and nods. “New blood, then.”

“I guess so.”

He circles around to your right, looping his smoothly beneath yours. “You should dance with me.” He’s staring at you hard underneath the black porcelain of his mask, you just know it, and your skin prickles. You’ve always had a hard time telling people no—that’s how you’d ended up here in the first place. “Come on, it’s a party. You should dance.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand.

“O-okay.” You allow him to tug you out into the crowd after casting a look back at the bannister. You can’t stay there for three hours, and you suppose having someone to talk to is better than staying in silence. Lloyd snags two flutes of champagne off of a passing server, and hands it to you.

“I didn’t get your name, sweetheart.” He says, tipping the glass up to your lips. You take a clumsy sip, and the bubbles tickle your nose. You tell him, and he repeats it. You don’t like the way your name sounds on his lips, drippy and smooth like honey. “Mm. I like it.”

“T-thanks.” You drain the rest of the flute, and the alcohol settles warmly in your empty stomach. You turn to set the glass on one of the tall tables with the other abandoned cups, and when you turn back, Lloyd has another two full glasses of champagne. You take it from him, knocking that one back too.

“How much did Emily tell you about our…get-together, duckling?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink. You grimace at the nickname, but Lloyd doesn’t apologize. He reminds you uncomfortably of Emily—the same bored sort of entitlement that took you months to work around in your roommate radiates from Lloyd.

“Not much. She just said it was a party her parents wanted her to go to.”

“Mmm.” He hums, stepping closer. Lloyd slides his hand around your waist. You want to tell him no, to push his arm away, but you also don’t want to make a scene. You compromise by leaning as far away from him as you can manage. If Lloyd notices your distaste, he doesn’t say anything about it. “That’s certainly part of it.” He inclines his head towards the dance floor, and continues talking. There’s no space for you to edge in a word, tell him you’re all left feet and elbows before he’s positioning your stiff arms properly.

“Like this, duckling.”

“Don’t call—”

“You’re right. You’re a swan.” His voice is mocking. “The swan’s important, you know.” He spins you, and you land against him dizzily with one hand on his chest. “Very important.”

“W-what?” You feel… strange. Your mouth is dry and your thoughts feel like car wheels spinning in mud.

“Oh yes,” Lloyd’s full lips curl into a handsome—but cruel—smile. “Beauty, youth, rebirth, blah, blah, blah. A bunch of bullshit to justify a wild party, which, if you ask me, doesn’t really need any justification.”

“Wild?” You don’t know what Lloyd means by wild, it looks fairly tame to you. You glance around the room, but your vision swims a little, and you stumble. Lloyd chuckles.

“Those drinks’ll creep up on you, Sweetheart.” He spins you again, and you let out a huff, trying not to fall over. This time, when you fall against his chest, he holds you there. “You really ought to be a little more skeptical about your friends, duckling.” He grasps your chin, turning your head a little. You grit your teeth at his familiarity, but it’s hard to fight his iron grip. After a brief struggle, you look in the direction Lloyd wants you to, and your eyes bulge in their sockets.

There are people dancing, milling about, but up against the wall, there’s a woman. Her gown is rucked up around her hips, held there by her masked companion. Another woman, who’s gloved hand is moving steadily beneath the fabric. You gasp, and Lloyd lets go.

“They’re starting early,” he hums, and you swallow dryly as you whip your head around. Suddenly, you’re seeing people all over the crowd… indulging, and no one was… saying anything. Even as you watched, a man reached down the front of his slacks, pulling out his half hard cock, while his dance partner dropped to her knees and greedily licked at the tip.

Panic swirls in your veins. “I-I need to go,” you mumble, your tongue feeling like thick cotton in your mouth. “Home, I n-need to go…” The words are clumsy in your mouth. Lloyd strokes your chin with one finger, and then taps it against the porcelain nose of your mask.

“No, duckling. I think you’ll stay here, with me tonight.” Your head spins. He fingers delicate, feathered wing motif on the spaghetti straps of your dress. “You know, when they described Emily to me, I wasn’t too keen on playing the Crow to her Swan.” He pushes the strap from your elbow, and you reel backwards—or, at least, you try to, your body moving clumsily. Lloyd’s hands are so big, and he wraps one easily around your forearm, pulling you back.

“But seeing you, you know you’ve got me rethinking.”

“S-stop, I—” He pushes down the other strap, and you try to hold up the gathered fabric at the front of your dress with one hand. “Lloyd, stop!” Your shrill voice turns a few heads, but no one moves to help you. He doesn’t stop, his fingers dancing up your bare arm to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I was promised a Swan tonight, duckling,” he breathes the words out against your trembling lips. “Normally I’m not one for keeping a promise, but you know what they say. A deal’s a deal.” He cups your breast—you couldn’t wear a bra with the plunging neckline of Emily’s borrowed dress—and you whine. Lloyd hums low in his throat with approval, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You hate the hum that sings through your blood at his touch, the unwanted thrill of being seen, even as the party around you devolves into depravity. His mouth works against yours hungrily, sucking and pulling on your lips until they’re swollen.

Your flesh dimples at the cool air, legs wobbling dangerously when Lloyd pulls away to remove his jacket. You feel feverishly sensitive, your nipples suddenly aching from rubbing against the fabric of your dress. It’s like that all over, wherever your hot, prickling skin touches the shimmering silk. It’s hateful, the way you whimper with relief when Lloyd’s fingers make quick work of the dainty pearl buttons, and the whisper of the fabric is deafening in your ears as it slides to the polished floor. Dimly, you’re aware of Lloyd’s low hum of appreciation.

People are looking, you can feel the uncomfortable heat of their gazes resting on your bare skin as you try to cover yourself with stiff, clumsy hands. One of them, a man in a rat mask, reaches forward to touch you, but Lloyd yanks you back against his chest, snarling.

“Hands off, asshole,” he snaps, grinding his cock against the soft curve of your ass. “No touching.” Even as he reprimands the other man, Lloyd kicks your legs further apart to slide his fingers through your slick folds. God help you, it feels good when he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger. The pleasure rockets through you like electricity and you pant. Lloyd’s teeth pull at the soft lobe of your ear, and you arch your back, pressing against him desperately. He chuckles.

“Look, duckling,” he murmurs, reaching down between your bodies to slide his cock between your asscheeks. “They all want to watch me split this tight little pussy open, isn’t that nice?” The tip of his cock presses wetly against the puckered ring of your ass and you whine. He laughs again, the sound low and almost hypnotic in your ears. “Don’t worry duckie. Next time I’ll try your pretty asshole.” If there were more than fleeting thoughts in your head, if you were capable of doing anything more than whining like a needy animal at his touch; you would say that there would be no next time, that if you ever saw Lloyd again, it would be from the other side of a jail cell—

But your head is empty, save for the burning in your veins that only the push of his thick, leaking head against your slick cunt can assuage. Your mouth falls open as he begins to push inside, words becoming an unintelligible gurgle in the back of your throat as you stare sightlessly at the distant domed ceiling. Lloyd curses, his fingers digging into your bare hips as he seats himself inside.

Perhaps it’s the delicious way he stretches you open, or the press of his thumb against your clit, but you cum with a pathetic mewl, squeezing and sucking at his cock as you tremble. The feathers of his crow mask tickle against the side of your throat as he laves at your pulse.

“Look at you, duckling,” he grunts as he pulls out a little, only to slam back inside, making stars dance in your blurry vision. “Star of the show.”

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morallyinept · 8 months

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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Jealousy - @naughtyneganjdm

Little Black Dress - @hellishjoel Bartender!Joel

All Things Go - @fhatbhabie PlusSizeLatina!Reader

Rock Me To Sleep - @randofantfic

A Savage Place Series - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Dom x Sub Dynamic

No Strings Attached - @dustydaddyyy

Bad Blood Series - @jrrmint Raider!Joel

The Insemination - @megangovier20 Doc!Joel

Somebody To Heal, Somebody to Hold - @bearsbeetsbeskar Dispensary!Joel

Joyride - @strang3lov3

Silk & Sweat Series - @hexidous

Joel Miller: Attorney At Law - @chloeangelic ShadyLawyer!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @chloeangelic More Joel to enjoy!

One More Day Series - @cevans-is-classic

Cowboy Like Me Series - @macfrog DBF!Joel

Code Red Series DBF!Joel, Call Your Bluff & Joel Masterlist - @chaotic-mystery

Imbibe Series - @sin-djarin Mixologist!Joel

The Voicemail - @elvinaa

All You Wanna Do & The Wound Won't Close - @atticrissfinch Dark!Joel

The Wrong Way Series - @romana-after-dark Dark Raider!Joel Featuring Dark Raider!Tommy

Crimson Red Paint On My Lips, Me & The Devil & Marked Me Like A Bloodstain - @pr0ximamidnight Dark MeanSmuggler!Joel

You Can't Trust Anyone These Days - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Dark!Joel Featuring Tess & Raider Group

With Pleasured Hands, Can't Nobody Love You Featuring Tommy Miller & Only Teasing - @magpiepills

I'm The One To Beat - @missredherring Slasher!Joel

Keeping Warm & Can't Take It - @randofantfic

Fate, After All Series - @mandoisapunk

Starving Faithful - @tulipsbymybed Priest!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @ozarkthedog

Close Your Eyes, Pay The Price For Your Paradise - @ozarkthedog Dark!Joel

Sweet Peach Series - @elvinaa BFD!Cowboy Joel

But I'm A Creep - @elvinaa PervyNeighbour!Joel

Confession - @elvinaa Priest!Joel

Dom Pérignon - @jrrmint DBF!Joel

Yes, Father Series - @chloeangelic Priest!Joel

Dirty Cage - @sin-djarin

A Little Discipline - @walkintotheriveranddisappear DarkStepdad!Joel

Closer Series & Pretty Little Wife Series - @beardedjoel

Jet & Ghost - @macfrog

Love's Gonna Get You Killed - @pascalisbaby

Sins Of My Father Series - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin DBF!Joel

Short Days, Long Nights Series - @frannyzooey

Smut Celebration: Joel & Smut Celebration Joel 2 - @thetriumphantpanda

The Red - @prettykoolkat PlusSize!Reader

Grown Woman - @chloeangelic DBF!Joel

For I Have Sinned - @xanqels DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel

Blackmail - @milla-frenchy Featuring Javier Peña

Dancing With The Devil - @jenispunk DBF!Joel

Blush - @softlyspector

#pedro pascal characters #fic recs #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller tlou #joel miller x tess #joel x tess #joel miller x reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #joel miller angst #pedro pascal #pedro pascal universe

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Red: A Stranger Things SMAU

Paring: Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: Y/N Mayfield likes her life, she has good friends, an amazing sister (a not so amazing step brother), and an intense love for music. The only thing missing in her life is a love life, but that could all change soon.

Author’s Note: I had a randomizer do the laundry list of faves hahaha ngl really craving ice cream right now.

Part Fourteen

Tag list:

@forsaken-letters , @ali-r3n , @galaxiasy , @mrs-billyrussooo , @shenevertricks1831 , @ems-alexandra , @thatlonelypieceoftoast , @quartz-queer , @lediskogirl, @bratckerman , @mn2222222 , @teenage0jealousy , @trashmouth-munson-things , @eddiesbirdie , @mimischaos , @fangirling-4-ever , @theloveablesociopath , @inej-twilight-ghafa , @streamafterlaughter , @livslifeonline , @grungegrrrl , @mente-sindescanso , @youcanstandundermyamberella , @celestair , @plantfey , @yeswhatever33 , @efvyqrs , @cherrycolas-things , @guilty-gay , @soclover3000 , @levylovegood , @pistachoz , @lily-sinclair-2006 , @goldenharrysworld , @mvnsons-slvt , @pinkdaiisies , @riddles-diary , @error-home-not-found , @clincallyonline17 , @sweetpeapod , @cevans-winchester , @hopingforromanoff , @nativity-in-black , @esoltis280 , @coltonthekanima

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Since requests are open, could I ask for a Chris x reader drabble where the reader is post pregnancy and Chris is going feral over her enhanced curves? Like, if she was thicc before it's even better now 😏

I love you writing, and I hope you're having a great day!

SURPRISE!!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Words: 1.9k+

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, RPF, Explicit language, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal sex, Fingering, talks about body image, creampie, a smidge of daddy kink.

A/N: I loved doing this request! It’s been a minute since I’ve done an RPF and I really do love them! A feral Chris for his girl is my jam and I hope you like this drabble non non! Like, reblog, & comment ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Paris… The city of love as it’s called. The same city that your husband had to work in and also the same place that you were in as you stroll with baby in tow and suitcase in your other grip. Anticipation buzzing since you left the states and even better that he didn’t even know you or his precious girl was coming. You set up everything with Scott and the filming crew getting the okay to do what you needed.

Things were a little bit overwhelming and you could tell through the many facetime calls that he was on edge and even tired. He would try and keep a smile on his face the moment he saw your two faces but when he was just alone with you, the doubts and anxiety hit him from left and right. You knew you had to do something and it was time to get your husband out of the funk and some well-needed relaxation.

Packing had been an entire bitch and a half because, well you were still carrying your baby weight and nothing looked good on you. Chris on the other hand wouldn’t have cared if you wore a potato sack. You were always beautiful to him inside and out but once you became pregnant and birthed his daughter, your body filled out more and those 6 weeks without you was a sad time for Chris. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you at all. Squeezing those love handles that you hated but he loved.

And your ass… Chris didn’t know how juicier it had gotten with you being nothing but belly the whole entire 9 months. But one day you decided to wear some leggings to be comfortable and made him have to cut his zoom meeting short. That caused you to be bent over the nearest couch and stars in your eyes the entire time. Thank god your precious angel was sound asleep because the obscene sounds he had you make would have the neighbors -- if you had any calling the cops to your shared home.

So here you were standing outside of his shared hotel room with Scott, bouncing a very sleepy Eliana on your hip. A long flight from Boston will do that to a baby and she was ready to lay it down unlike you. The knock was loud enough for Scott to hear as he opened the door and made grabby hands to his niece.

“Come here, my precious angel! Uncle missed you so much. Sis! He’s gonna be so happy to see you two,” he says while enveloping you in a hug filled with nothing but love.

You hand over your cranky baby to her uncle, closing the door taking in the fancy room that housed two grown children. From the many pranks that these two pulled on each other, they would always send the videos to you which made you miss him even more. Settling into the room, you place your suitcase by the door as Scott gives you a mischievous grin.

Looking over at him, you know he’s up to something, “Wanna prank your husband for old time’s sake?” Scott wiggles his brow knowing you can never pass up the chance to scare this man half to death. So with a solid plan in tow, Scott goes to the other room with Eliana to wait for the big reveal.

Chris let know Scott he was on his way up. Something about ordering pizza when he got up to the room. You’re waiting safely behind the door, phone in hand as you hear the clicking of the lock and the door opening slowly.

“Hey Scott? I’m he-”

“CHRIS!!!”

“Holy fuc-! Wait? Sweethaht is that you?” His eyes squinting to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

With a slow pull of your finger, you pull your mask down, showing a beaming smile and nodding, “Hi baby!,” you squeal as he pulls you into his arms and picks you up spinning you around.

“What… How…” his eyes showing excitement and disbelief. One thing he couldn’t hide was how much he missed you. The woman that caught him off guard the second he laid eyes on you. He still couldn’t believe you actually decided to marry him let alone want kids with him. Contrary to belief but he never had that much luck with women and then he met you. The one who took all of him and called him out on his shit whenever you needed to.

The first time you did it, Chris didn’t know if he wanted to fuck you or tell you he was in love with you. But that day was the day that Chris could hear the wedding bells and they still haven’t stopped in his head. Now the woman with his last name was in front of him and… in that dress. He’s seen you in dresses before but now that you were still post Eliana, his love for your body grew and made him into a freaking animal.

He put you down to get a better look at you, his eyes darkening quickly when he gave you a once over. “Honey…” he stalked over to you making your back hit the wall. You could tell just by his look and lowered tone alone what he was thinking.

You tried to protest, wanting him to see Ellie first, “Baby wait,” you say pressing your hands to his chest. But your husband was too far gone to hear anything you had to say. He took both hands raising them up, pinning your arms to the wall. His other drops to your hips, squeezing firmly as you let out a soft groan.

Chris couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving the reactions you gave him when his hands touched any part of you, “Denying daddy are you honey?” you shake your head no, causing a deep chuckle to rise from his chest, “Then give me what I want. Fahking missed the hell outta you,” you make a small noise before he dropped your hands. Gripping the backs of your thighs as he lifted your up against the hard surface.

His hands bunched up the fabric of your dress, showing off your entire lower half, thighs glistening with your slick. That caught his attention the minute the growl slipped his lips, “Who’s this for baby?” he says gliding his thick fingers against your wet skin, bringing them to his lips to suck your wetness off.

Your eyes watch as Chris savors your taste, moaning around softly, “Um.. Y-you baby…” stuttering your words and feeling the heat in his stare as he gets finished with feasting on your juices.

“My beautiful wife… always so,” he pauses pulling your panties to the side and sinking his fingers in your weeping hole, causing a moan to escape your lips, “wet for me. I’m so lucky” he says finding your spot and curling his digits at the spongy spot.

Your body arches into him as he pushes and pulls his fingers from your wet channel, hearing the loud squelching of your creaminess coating them. “Baby…” you say breathlessly, feeling him pick up the pace, “Need you daddy please,” biting on your lip, not wanting to be so loud.

Chris could pick up on your soft voice, pressing you flush against the wall, “What as that sweethaht? I didn’t hear that?” he mutters against your lips, bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing in circles, “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me. Show daddy how much you missed him,” your hips roll against his fingers, fucking yourself on them the minute your hear his command.

You grasp onto his neck, bouncing up and down as Chris praises you feeling your walls clench and flutter around him. Your eyes shut tightly as your orgasm is on its brink, feeling the coil wind tighter and tighter until Chris pulls his fingers from you causing a loud whine from your mouth.

Before you could protest again, Chris sinks into you, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing against your skin, “Fahhhk baby,” he whispers breathlessly, seating himself inside you and not moving. Your body wanted him to move, but you knew he needed this as much you did, feeling his lips trail up and down your neck. You buck up against him whining in his ear, his hands grasping your thighs for leverage as he thrusts up into you, knocking the breath from you.

You both missed this. His primal nature only became worse once you birthed his child and he loved everything about you. Which is why right now he was pounding you against the wall of his hotel room, pulling sounds from you in the way only he could. He ruined you for all men early in your relationship and he continued to do it over and over again.

The way you were dripping and creaming on his dick was sending him to a high that only you could give him, “My pretty wife wants to cum?” he asks between snapping his hips.

You belt out a loud, “Yes! Please daddy please!” gripping onto him tighter, pulling him to you closer as your walls start to milk him.

Chris could have came then and there but, ‘Happy wife, happy life’ was a motto he took seriously and he wasn’t the type to finish until you did. With vigor, he dropped one hand down, circling your pulsing clit with his fingers, heat creeping up your spine as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You push your arms up his shirt, dragging your nails down his back, feeling the new ink on his skin. Chris slammed into you, quickening the circles on your bundle of nerves, pressing his lips to your ear, “Go on baby… cum… soak my cock like my good little slut,” that did it. With his command, the pressure in your tummy snapped and the sudden gush between your legs happened at the same time.

Your walls milked and sucked Chris right at the moment your orgasm came crashing down, him no longer being able to hold his resolve as he held you tighter, giving a few shallow thrusts before painting your walls with his milky seed, letting out a desperate groan, feeling his cock twitch as he emptied inside you.

He held your body up as his breathing slowed, raising his head to look at the soft smile plastered across your face, “Hi honey,” he says faintly, pressing his lips to yours, licking into your mouth, humming contently.

You pull away slightly, giggling against his lips, “Hi baby,” giving him a quick soft peck.

Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of you, quickly pulling the fabric of your panties back to the correct spot. He had a thing for you walking around with him dripping out of you. You stumble a bit, your legs still wobbly as your look at him scanning the room.

His eyebrows furrow for a second, looking over at you, “Babe… How’d you get in here?” With the sheer realization, you’re reminded that Scott was in the other room with Ellie.

“Oh shit… Well there’s another surprise and we may have just scarred Scott…”

“What? Where’s Scott?

Before you could answer, the door to the other room opened and a disheveled Scott came out with a sleeping Ellie, “If she wasn’t sleeping I swear I’d throw up right now…”

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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→ pregnancy chris e x wife f!reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ you and chris are newlyweds and have been married for four months, you recently found out you were pregnant and are yet to tell chris. Last week he went out to an interview stating how willing he was to become a father, this is how you tell him. "what's one thing you want most in the world"

warnings / other notes ↪nope short and sweet

Today is the day I tell Chris about our child, I found out two months ago and despite waking up early and going to sleep really late. It had been weeks, months and I tried to hide it but Chris would keep asking questions. are you okay? do you need a doctor? I think I drew the line when I watched his interview he had done last week and the interviewer had asked a question about him being a father and his response was 'chris does wanna be a daddy'. It melted my heart to bits. I had done a pregnancy test this morning while Chris was out running some errands, I knew I should have kept the first test but I freaked out at first, Chris and I weren't initially trying for a baby but we were open to the idea. Chris was suppose to come home in a few minutes so I slowly walked down to the living room propping my phone camera up in a hidden location, somewhere where Chris wouldn't dare look. "im home my love" he says walking in the front door as I poke my head out of the door and he smiles at me "hello mr Evans" I smile walking over to him as he closes the door turning around to find me and I kiss him. "well hello mrs Evans" he hums gently kissing my forehead "how was it?" I say walking into the living room sitting on the couch, my heart pounding out of my chest for the news i'm about to tell him. "it was fine, pretty busy you know i had a few meetings" he mumble laying down on my lap and I run my hands through his hair "yeah" I hum and he smiles nodding as he grabs my free hand kissing it gently. I look up to where I placed my phone before looking down at him "i have news" I say and his eyes sparkle "yeah?" he says sitting up "yeah you might wanna sit up" I chuckle readjusting my position to face him. "what's the one thing you want most in the world?" I ask him "seriosuly or jokingly?" he asks "seriously love" I smile sweetly at him and he grabs my hands "me and you, and our little baby to live in a house far away from the crowd, just our little family" he says truthfully, the suns reflection was visible in his eyes. "a baby?" I ask and he nods, I let go of one of his hands reaching for my pocket "is it a gun?" he says laughing jokingly and I do too, pulling out a positive pregnancy test and handing it to him. It takes him a while to render it through his mind but when he does he looks up with tears in his eyes "is this like scarlett's or like one of your friends?" he says covering his mouth with one hand and I shake my hand. "chris wants to be a daddy, chris is gonna be a daddy" I say holding his cheeks and he drops the test grabbing my face and kissing me, he grabs my hands getting off the sofa pulling me up with him as he picks me up spinning me around. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD" he laughs and I chuckle and he places me down softly "you're serious" he says holding my hands "way serious" I laugh "how long?" he asks "2 months" I say and he jumps up and down, Dodger runs into the living room. "you're gonna have a mini friend buddy" Chris says kneeling down to Dodger's level and Dodger rolls over, Chris rubs his stomach looking up "i'm gonna be a dad" he says quietly and a tear rolls down his cheek. He stands up wiping his eyes "are you crying?" I ask sweetly, my heart melting at his seven stages of realisation "no" he chuckles covering his eyes and a tear rolls down my cheek as I wrap my arms around him lovingly. "me, you and our little baby" he says wrapping his arms around me, his faint little sobs could be hear as he buries his face in my neck crying "i'm gonna be a dad" he whispers "you're gonna be a dad" I repeat.

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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I wanna write a fic about a comedian!reader just making jokes at the expense of Cap and she gets some good burns in and the reader doesn’t realise that he’s there with Sam or Bucky in the back and he’s just fuming. And then when her set is over, he confronts her either by following her home or just in the dressing room 🤤 also this is totally free for anyone willing to write it btw, I never see comedian!reader fics.

Title: Last Laugh

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader

Summary: Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it.

Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

A/N: omg i wasn't expecting all of this to come from the relatively short idea i had in my head, but uh. things happen lol. i hope you all enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics!

“Capscicle is definitely the right way to describe him,” you say conspiratorially, like you’re whispering to the audience through the microphone. They laugh, of course. They’re eating it up, the audience erupting into low laughter right on cue. Even that is appropriate, it’s not the big laugh, the one that’s meant to buy you time to take a drink of water, maybe a few breaths between jokes if you’re lucky.

“They defrosted that guy what, like five, six years ago now, right?”

Steve clenches his fists.

This is the third show of yours he’s seen. The first was at a benefit–he doesn’t remember for what, something Tony organized–and he’d laughed along good naturedly and thought no more about it. Until Sam showed him the youtube video of your latest cold open for a larger comedian. You’d ribbed all of the Avengers, sure; they were hot gossip, always a crowd pleaser. But you seemed to enjoy digging at him especially, dropping hit after hit, and all of them at his expense.

“Captain white America.” You say, rolling your eyes. “No, no, I like, him, I do, he’s a nice guy. I met him, you know.”

He’s made sure to wear a hat, glasses. Still no facial hair, but it’s enough that no one recognizes him. No one’s expecting the butt of your jokes to be sitting in the audience, jaw clenched and lips pursed. Steve can take a joke–he can take a lot of jokes–but your lighthearted ribbing doesn’t feel so lighthearted, not when–

“So like… between you and me, guys… how many women d’you think have gotten, like, to see the shield up close, you know what I mean?” You wink, and the audience erupts into laughter. You hold the mic out towards the audience, and to Steve’s chagrin, people actually begin answering.

“Ten!”

“Twelve!”

“Five!”

You nod along encouragingly for a few seconds before you shake your head and screw your pretty face into a disbelieving scowl.

“Y’all buggin’, you know it’s none.”

There’s only a single beat of complete silence before raucous laughter erupts across the crowd, their disbelief, your delivery–it’s perfect. They laugh for a few minutes, and you, on cue, walk over to the stool that your glass of water rests on and take a deep sip.

“No, no, you know it’s none! Mister straight laced? Fucking? I can’t see it, I’m sorry. No, you know who fucks? The guy with the metal arm. I know he fucks.” This one earns you another loud round of laughter as Steve fumes silently. He’s taken great care to maintain a good reputation since he’s been back. There had been a time when standing up for one’s country was an unimpeachable act–now, apparently, it is fodder for the drivel that passes for comedy these days.

“The guy with the metal wings? Oh my god.” You stumble dramatically, and hold your hand tightly to your chest like you’re going to pass out. “He lays it down. I know it.” You look out over the audience and shake your head one last time. “But Cap? I’m not buying it. That man wears tightie whities. That is a man who is in the gym not because he wants to be, but because he needs to be. There’s nothing. Else.” You blow out a breath.

“I rest my case.”

The audience laughs again, and you give them a cheerful salute, your plump lips turning up into a bright smile.

“Thank you guys, it’s been a blast! Stay tuned for the main event, I hope you all have a good night!” They clap loudly and readily for you, and you give another little bow before slipping backstage. Steve is already standing up from his seat, shuffling over to the bar to keep you in sight. There’s a door behind the curtains, and with the flurry of activity on set, he manages to slip behind it, stepping into the long concrete hallway. There are a couple of doors, one clearly meant for the main act, closed, though he spies shapes moving under the door and hears the low murmur of speech when he presses his ear to it.

The other door is slightly ajar, and when he peers through the crack, he sees you sitting in an armchair as you toe off the red sneakers on your feet. You’re holding a phone to your ear, chatting in a quiet voice to someone on the other line.

“No, no, I think it actually went really well. Yeah, I’m excited to see you guys too, mom.”

Steve knocks on the doorframe, rapping his knuckles against it hard. He’s had weeks to stew in it, watching clips of your shows online as you dig at him. Tony and Sam tell him to take it all in good stride, and he’d certainly given it the old college try. But there was just something he couldn’t abide; maybe it was your smug fucking attitude, or the shit eating grin that graces your pouty lips after every jab–he doesn’t know. What he does know, is that it makes him want to put you in your place.

Tonight’s show especially.

Steve enjoys the surprised squeak you emit when you tug the door open fully, muttering a hushed “gotta go” to your mother, shoving the phone into your pocket.

“Mr.--”

“Steve.” He replies, taking off the glasses and shoving them into the pocket of his jacket. “Or Capscicle. Whichever you like.” You wince.

“Please. Why don’t you come in,” you say, stepping aside to allow him into the small dressing room. It’s clear you’re a little embarrassed, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t an apology.

Not yet.

He doesn’t sit down, leaning against the sparse vanity with his muscular arms crossed. Steve knows he’s big, intimidating. He’s counting on it. You shrink

“I take it you were, um. In the audience.”

Steve nods. “Oh yes, sweetheart. The whole time.” He cocks his head at you as his lip curls. “You know, in my day, it was just plain inappropriate to talk about a person in public like that.”

You swallow thickly, and his eyes track the movement. The skin of your throat looks soft, almost as soft as your lips as you sink your teeth anxiously into them.

“I… I–I know I can make some, er, raunchy jokes, but–”

“You think you’re funny?” He asks, leaning forward. You look like you want to melt into the chair, and you cast a furtive glance up at him.

“S-sir–”

He’s not sure why that sends a jolt through him, his cock throbbing in his pants. Something about the way you’re peering up at him through your lashes nervously as you fidget. He wants to hear it again.

“Oh look. You can be respectful,” he sneers, and when you look up at him with misty eyes, he has to shift so that you don’t see the outline of his cock beginning to press against the seam of his pants. “Amazing.” He can tell you’ve never been confronted over something you’ve said before, maybe it’s given you false confidence that no one ever would.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, looking down at your hands. You shift subtly, the movement so slight that Steve wouldn’t have seen it if he wasn’t paying such close attention. You squeeze your thighs together, your hands clenching on your jeans, and Steve’s eyes widen just a fraction at the sight.

Enjoying it. She’s enjoying it. You look away towards the door. And she hates it.

“What was that?” Steve leans forward dramatically, holding his hand up to his ear. “Couldn’t quite hear you, doll.” Fuck, it’s hot to watch you grit your teeth before pouting up at him. “One more time.”

“I’m sorry.” You hiss, pressing yourself further down into the chair. “Happy now?”

“No.” Steve inspects his nails. “I don’t think you really mean it.” You squirm, and he just knows your inner thighs are soaked. He can practically smell it. “Let’s try it again. A little more sincerity, sweetheart. Get on your knees, I think that would be fitting.”

Your eyes widen, flicking towards the door again. Weighing your options, no doubt. Reluctantly though, you sink to your knees, and Steve’s sardonic smirk grows wider.

“I’m. Sorry.” You grit out. “Better?”

“How can I accept your apology when you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, doll? Seems kind of silly when you think about it, doesn’t it?” He wants to touch you–your skin looks butter soft–and he reaches forward cupping your chin as he runs his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“I–” You swallow thickly. “I want to a-apologize.” His hand slides down your jaw, and the words stick in your mouth a little as his thumb dips into the hollow at the base of your throat. “I d-didn’t know w-what I was talking about–!” The words die as you inhale sharply, air hissing through your teeth.

“Keep going,” he says softly. “I’m listening.” Steve hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to your body, but now he can’t help but appreciate how nicely your breasts sit in that tight, white top. He’d been too busy thinking about adjusting your attitude for that, but now…

“I, I sh-should never have, ah–” Your nipples harden to points underneath the soft fabric as Steve drags his finger down your clavicle, between your breasts. Your eyes dart toward the door, and then back to him. “Ste–” His raised eyebrow stops you. “Sir, um, the… the door.”

“If you move before you’ve finished your apology I’m going to stop.”

The ball is in your court, even if only for a moment. This is it, the time to walk away–and you don’t move. There’s a nervous, excited gleam in your eye as you swallow again. You remain on your knees, your palms flat on your thighs.

“Well then. I’m waiting.”

The self-righteous little huff that leaves your pouty lips makes him want to shove his cock down your slim throat and hold it there until your eyes roll, but he’ll save that for next time. He doesn’t have to waste time considering if there will be a next time or not, not really. Steve satisfies himself with tugging down the already generous vee of your shirt. No bra. He clears his throat.

“I shouldn’t have talked about you like that, sir. It…wasn’t my place.” He can tell it’s eating you up, having to grovel, but it’s making you wet too, he’d bet money on it. Steve reluctantly releases your shirt, and urges you to your shaky feet. Dimly, he can hear the murmur of the audience down the hallway, the feedback from the mic—but none of that matters.

“Better. I like that one. Feels much more honest.” A sly grin spreads across his features as he slides down his zipper. “And honesty is such a praiseworthy trait.”

You’re already wriggling out of those sinfully tight jeans, the left leg around your ankle when Steve scoops you up easily. You manage to finish kicking them off as he’s resting your ass on the vanity, his eyes dropping eagerly to the scrap of fabric covering your pussy. He was right, wetness glistens on your inner thighs, the crotch dark and slick with your want of him. Your eyes drop eagerly down to his cock, and Steve can’t help the sardonic chuckle that bubbles from his chest.

“What was that you said? About seeing the shield up close?” He asks, fisting his cock with one large hand. You suck your lower lip between your teeth, looking away embarrassedly. “At least now you can honestly say he fucks. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” The knowing look on his face inspires a bashful one on yours. He doesn’t let you look away, though, dragging his fingers against the damp fabric covering your core. “You were curious, weren’t you, doll?”

“A-all of America’s curious, Steve.”

He snorts. “All of America didn’t call me frigid.” Your mouth opens as though you’re going to dispute it, but a look from him silences you. This is still a punishment, after all. He hooks his fingers underneath the elastic band, and begins inching your panties down your thighs. His nostrils flare at the scent of you, his tongue drawing itself across his lips in anticipation.

“I didn’t ah, shit—” Steve cuts off your protests by parting your sticky folds with an insistent finger. He can’t help but bring it to his lips, savoring you right from the source. You’re soaked already, slick, dewy wetness gathering at your entrance, all for him.

“Doll, you are fucking soaked,” he mutters lowly, enjoying the hiss of air through your teeth. You whine sharply as he circles your clit slowly, hips jerking as he flicks against it with his thumb. Your plump lips part in a delicate o as he slides a thick finger into the slick, clenching heat of your cunt, and your hands fly up to tangle in his cotton-t-shirt. He groans at the feel of you—hot, wet, tight, sucking eagerly at his fingers.

Steve isn’t sure if he kissed you, or if you kissed him, but suddenly your, full lips are pressed against his, and he’s devouring every breathy exhalation and raspy plea. Fingers still slick with you, he smears your wetness against the head of his cock, a muffled curse leaving his lips as he slides against you. There’s a lull in the ambient noise from outside, but Steve can’t be bothered to wonder if the two of you have been caught, not when the aching head of his cock is pressing into the velvet tightness of your cunt.

The back of your head lands with a dull thud on the mirror as Steve slides home, the fingers of one hand knotted in his shirt as you brace the other against his massive shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, there are tears in your lashes when you look up at him. “Steve, I-, fuck, I can’t—” He draws out slow before slamming home, turning your ragged plea to babble.

“What d’you mean you can’t, sweetheart?” He pants, fingers digging into your hip as he drags your ass forward, bending your knees around his waist. Your eyes roll and you moan pathetically as he sinks in even deeper. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You were practically fucking begging for it on stage,” he snarls, laying into you with heavy thrusts that make you squeal and squirm against him.

The mirror on the vanity rattles dangerously in its frame as he fucks you, the wood creaking and groaning underneath your bodies. He doesn’t care about that, though, not when you’re panting his name like a prayer as your pussy squeezes him like a fucking fist—

“Y-yes!” You’re practically sobbing with pleasure, eyes wide and pupils dilated as you stare embarrassedly up at him.

“Oh doll,” he purrs, sinking into you with another wet squelch; “All you had to do was ask.”

You’re so perfect inside, like smooth, hot velvet; Steve can’t get enough. He can’t remember what other punishment he had planned—probably more of a stern talking to than anything—but this is much better. You whining underneath him, begging him while he ruts into you is a more perfect ending to this than he could possibly have imagined. Your cunt flutters around him, your ragged, desperate moans ringing in his ears.

“Come on and cum,” he growls the words against your damp throat, dragging his teeth against the bruise he knows will be there tomorrow. “Make a nice mess on my cock, sweetheart.” Steve reaches between you to press the pad of his thumb hard against your swollen clit. You keen, your legs trembling around his waist as your cunt grips him like a vice.

Even if he’d wanted to, Steve can’t stop himself from cumming, driving himself in to the hilt as you milk him. Fireworks, supernovas explode behind his shut eyes as he presses his forehead against yours, holding you still while he empties himself into you. It’s almost primal, the need to make sure you get every last drop as his cock spends itself against your womb.

When he finally does pull away, it’s to the sound of raucous applause echoing down the hallway. You’re panting a little, wiping sweat soaked strands of hair from your forehead with the back of your hand as Steve looks on.

“I take it back,” you reply hoarsely after a moment. “You, sir, most definitely fuck. Your ability to take a joke however, is going to need some work.”

Steve’s face heats, even as he quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

You grin. “Yeah. It’s not like you can fuck me backstage at all my shows.”

“Can’t I?” He asks, stepping forward to brace his hands around your hips. “I’m free most Saturday nights…” he trails off, and warm heat enters his belly at the sight of the slight smile playing at the edges of your lips. It’s a different kind of heat, though. Softer—but more intimate, maybe.

“Unless you’re saving the world,” you reply, cocking your head as you loop your own arms around the back of his neck.

“Unless I’m saving the world.” He agrees.

“Well, then, Mr. Rogers,” you say, poking one finger into the hard muscle of his chest. “I guess I’ll see you at curtain.”

fin

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A Little Jealous

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex Acts, 18+

Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does.

“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”

You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.

He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for

“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.

“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.

“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him

“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.

“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.

You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.

“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.

“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”

Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.

His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.

You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.

Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.

“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.

“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter

“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand

“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes

“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.

“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed

“What so you can flirt with Mike more”

You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.

“Flirting with him?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air

You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped

“You think this is funny” he moved to you

“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.

He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.

“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”

He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.

As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.

“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house

He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.

“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly

When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.

How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.

You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.

You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.

You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.

You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.

“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you

You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts

“Huh” you turned to him

“It was rude, I was sleeping”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.

He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”

“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked

He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”

The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.

“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully

He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.

“Chris you can’t just-“

“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.

He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened

“Do you understand?” He asked again

“Yes…yes” you chocked out

He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.

“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.

“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.

You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.

The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.

“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.

Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.

“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily

“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered

“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.

You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.

“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close

He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.

“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.

“Chris-“ you begged

“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.

You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”

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earthchica · 3 years

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Birthday Surprise

IMAGINE You and Chris are married with three kids and you throw him a big surprise birthday party.

Warning: Fluff, Slight Smut.

Word Count: 1.3K

Note: HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY, CHRIS!

CHRIS

"Wake up, daddy! it's your special day!" The twins were jumping up and down on the bed with excitement.

I had to register on what they meant and quickly came to realize it was my birthday today, just another reminder of me getting old.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," I said, sitting up from the bed and stretching my limbs, before moving the blankets and swinging my legs at the edge of the bed.

"Come on daddy!" The twins said at the same time with a giggle, dragging me downstairs to the kitchen.

My nose was filled with the scent of homemade breakfast.

"Good Morning, birthday boy," My beautiful wife says with a happy smile, throwing her arms in the air.

"Girls this is-" I stopped and placed a hand over my chest. The kitchen was decorated with balloons, party hats, confetti, and a big buffet breakfast on the table.

Y/N made her way towards me, placing a birthday hat on my head while giving me a big kiss.

"This is amazing, girls. thank you so much!" I said with a smile.

I came over to the table and kissed the top of my son's head. He was beaming brightly in his highchair while eating cut-up fruit.

The twins came to sit at the table as Y/N went to get something and once she got back to the table.

We started eating breakfast and chatting a little bit. Shortly after breakfast, we were in the living room and I was opening my present from Y/N and the kids.

YOU

You smiled softly, watching the twins proudly present each birthday gift to their dad. Chris opened them with a giant smile on his face.

"I love this so much. Thank you so much, ladybugs!" He says. The twins' face lit up with a smile, stretching from ear to ear as they both jumped into his arms for a hug.

You’ve always wondered what type of father Chris would be and now that you both have three beautiful children together.

Seven year old girl twins and a four year old boy.

He’s such a great, loving, protective father, and there was no doubt in your mind that he wasn't gonna be all those things.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice that Chris said something.

He repeats while nudging you with his shoulder; one eye lifted in confusion at your far-off look.

You snapped up, and your e/c eyes locked with his concerned blue eyes. "What?"

"I asked, what do you have planned for today?"

"Oh, sorry!" You said with a chuckle, taking the time to wrap your arm around his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

"Well, we'll go on our daily family walk and then come back.”

“Then chill out for a couple of hours until the big surprise tonight which I'm not telling you anything about?" You said lifting your head to look at him.

"That sounds great, alright let's go," Chris said, kissing your cheek and getting up from the couch.

CHRIS

Once we got the kids and ourselves dressed and ready.

Instead of going on our daily walk around the block, we ended up going to the local dog pack where we let Dodger off the leash.

I sat underneath a tree with my son in my arms and watched with a smile as Y/N and the twins ran around and played fetch with Dodger.

I smiled heartily at how far I grew and reflected on my incredible life.

I had everything I'd ever wanted, a gorgeous wife, three beautiful children, an amazing dog, a wonderful family, and a great career that I loved.

gratitude changes everything

After the dog park and getting some lunch on the way home, it was time for the big surprise tonight.

"I'm driving and put this one," She ordered, handing me a red blindfold before putting the kids in the car.

I got in the passenger's seat and put on the blindfold.

During the car ride, we sang to every song on the road playlist, laughing as each song held a different type of memory.

When we arrived at whatever the hell we were, Y/N told me to stay in the car.

While she got the kids out of the car, not wanting to take me inside before checking everything was ready.

A few minutes went by, she came back and guided me out of the car to the entrance of a house.

"Okay, you ready babe?" She asked as we came to a stop.

"I was born ready, sweetheart!" I smiled happily as she giggled, taking the blindfold off.

The room was dark for a second till the lights were turned on. All of my family and friends jumping up all at once, letting out an echoing

"SURPRISE!". A huge smile grew on my face as I took in the scene before me.

I scanned the room, took in all of the decorations that were placed around as everyone crowded around me, giving lots of hugs and birthday wishes.

After greeting everyone and chatting with them a little bit. I caught a glance at Y/N’s who was recording my reaction.

She made her way towards me with a bright smile and I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze before letting go.

"Thank you so much, baby. This is so sweet and thoughtful." I said, looking down at her moving my arms down her waist.

"Anything for you, Chris. Now let's have some fun, birthday boy!" Y/N says with a smile. I smiled back and gave her a small peck on the lips before the party began.

YOU

Chris's birthday party went on for a couple of hours with a lot of laughter, love, dancing, and good conversation in a cheerful atmosphere.

And After Chris had received lots of love from all of us and plenty of presents.

It was time to sing happy birthday, the lights turned off once again and someone stepped out with a beautifully designed cake that had a lot of white candles.

Everyone started to sing, sync and cheer once Chris made a wish and blew out the candles.

After eating cake and conversing some more, it was time to call it a night.

You, Chris and Scott pitched in to help his mom clean up as everyone left, saying they'd see us very soon.

Heading out now since Mrs. Evans said you should get the kids home because they were all sleeping on the couch.

Once you got home and got the kids bathed, in their PJs and the bed. You and Chris went to take a shower together and had a little special time in the shower.

You and him couldn't get enough of each other, especially at the party, there was a lot of touching and smooching here and there.

"You like that, baby?" Chris asked as your nails scratched down his back as he continued to go faster and deeper.

"Yes, Chris. Oh, fuck right there. I'm so close, babe!" You said whimpering, trying your best to keep a grip on his shoulders.

And re-secure your legs around his waist as he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.

"Me too, beautiful!" Chris says, low and gravelly, pulling you into a kiss. Almost audible over the slap of wet skin and the water all around you both.

"CHRIS!!" You moaned into the kiss, coming hard and needy. Chris quickly followed after a few more thrusts, spilling inside of you.

As you still clung to him, hips eventually slowed before pulling away and setting you down on shaky legs.

When you both finished cleaning ourselves in the shower.

You and Chris stepped out, dried each other off, and now you both were dressed and cuddling in the bed.

"Thanks again. This was the best birthday ever, babe. I love you" Chris whispered in your ear, kissing the top of your head.

He began trailing his fingers up and down your spine which brought a smile on your face.

"You're welcome, baby. I love you too and I'm happy you had a great day." You said softly, moving up to gently kiss him.

You pulled away, beaming ear to ear gracefully into Chris's chest, glad that everything went great and that your hubby had a great 40th birthday.

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