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liecastillo · 2 years

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Cover Up // Chris Evans

Chris Evans x female reader ?? idk lol

Summary: It’s late and not safe to drive home. The only possible solution is to stay at Chris’ house overnight. But with that masive crush? Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass...

Warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, huge crush on Chris, CHRIS (hopefully that’s all, this is my first rodeo ever, lol)

Wordcount: 2.5k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever story written in English! I’m very VERY nervous about posting this but since I’ve already put in the work when writing this, it would be a shame if it just stayed in my computer, wouldn’t it?

A big thanks to @keanureevesisbae for being such a great helper and supporter! ❤️

Enjoy!

I hummed and cracked my neck. After hours of sitting in one position it was stiff as hell and my back wasn’t doing any better. I sighed and leaned back in the chair in the dining area of Chris‘ house.

“I think we‘re done for today,“ Chris said and finished his fourth bottle of beer. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes for a second to give them some rest. But as quickly as I shut them down, I opened them again when I realized it was pitch dark outside. Annoyed, I groaned at the thought of the forty-minute drive back home.

We planned to end our planning session way earlier, but between laying out all the meetings, interviews, table reads and filming days so they don’t overlay over each other, we kinda got lost and forgot to watch the time.

It was worth it though. We planned out almost the next four months and everything should go smoothly. Should.

Chris must have been reading my mind as his eyes went from my small frame to the window and then back to me.

“You can stay overnight if you want to. The guest bedroom is ready for you… as always,“ he offered.

As always. I knew it was a jab at me because every time he offered something remotely close to staying overnight in his house, I dodged the offer and opted to rather drive back home. It was better that way. I was sure about that.

I didn’t know if I would be able to handle a whole damn night in a place where every corner smells like… him. Even being in his proximity for the whole afternoon and evening proved to be challenging.

Of course, this was not always the case. No.

It started pretty recently. Or maybe a couple of months ago but time flies by fast when you’re having fun - and Chris was a lot of fun. I mean, he always was. That’s just who Chris is. He’s the fun uncle, always joking and pranking everyone else and being friendly with basically everybody.

But I felt like he stopped being friendly with me a long time ago. It started with simple touches, like touching my waist so we don’t collide with each other when he walks by me in tight spaces, and even simpler gestures, like making sure I drink enough water during the day (because he knows that has been my whole life struggle) and always bringing me something to snack on (because he knows I have a very sweet tooth).

And I already had a massive crush on him before all of this. But now? Now I don’t even know what to do anymore. He was becoming more and more attractive to me with every little thing he did every day and it was starting to feel unbearable.

Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if my underwear is completely drenched after spending so much time with him.

I wiggled in my chair and realised that I in fact could really feel something wet and sticky between my legs. Oh boy.

Chris looked at me with a very pointed look. Shit. I have been quiet for too long, I haven’t given him any answer to his offer.

I shook my head to get any and all horny thoughts out of there and licked my lips before gently biting the lower one.

“I don’t know, Chris,“ I murmured.

Chris sighed and shrugged.

“It’s all up to ya but you know I would love to have you over for once so you don’t have to drive all the way home. I mean, c’mon… It can’t even be safe anymore with how tired you are.“

Reluctantly I nodded in agreement and sighed. I pondered over his arguments about why I should stay and I have to say he IS right - I am tired. And yes, it is not the safest thing to drive for so long in this state. Was there any other choice though? No.

I mean yes, but that included staying with Chris. Ugh, this situation is so frustrating…

“C’mon, I’m going to give you some fresh towels and something to sleep in,“ Chris chirped. Crap, he must have taken my silence as a yes. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on dry land, but I couldn’t think of any more reasons, why I couldn’t stay. I think I officially ran out of them the last time he offered.

With a lot of hesitation evident in my body language, I stood up and followed him to the laundry room. He handed me some towels and his t-shirt and shorts. HIS t-shirt AND shorts.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the heck.

I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. However, it was a mistake, because I only inhaled more of his scent wafting from his t-shirt that I held pressed to my chest together with the towels. I almost whined like a kicked puppy while we were walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“If you need anything, text me or call for me, mkay?“ he said.

“Mhm,“ I murmured – I didn’t feel brave enough to say something else. But after we stood in the hallway for a minute and no one said anything, I took it upon myself to get this over with.

“Thank you, Chris, you’re very kind. Good night.“

“Always happy to help, ya know that,“ he said.

“I know,“ I replied.

“Good night,“ Chris said before he disappeared into his room.

I sighed and also went into my room for the night. I looked around and admired the king-sized bed with silky white sheets and a mountain of pillows. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed and there were lamps and tissue boxes on both of them. There were two doors on the right – one of them led to the bathroom and the other one… probably a closet?

I placed my bag on the bed together with Chris’ clothes and the towels he gave me and rummaged through my bag. Aha! Thank you irregular period for making me carry another set of underwear with me wherever I go.

I walked to the open door that led to the bathroom and stepped in there. Maybe a nice shower will calm me down and help me to handle everything.

I stripped down and climbed into the spacious shower. I turned the water on and set it to a hot temperature. Just the right one. I sighed and leaned into the wall for support.

Resting my forehead on the wall I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that has happened today and everything that I still need to do tomorrow and in the next couple of days. But those thoughts haven’t lasted for a long time.

Slowly but surely they were being replaced by blue eyes, bushy beard and soft brown hair. The smell of cedar wood and citrus swarmed around me. Thick arms with popping veins wrapped around my waist and a hot and sticky body pressed to mine. Smooth skin brushed against mine and my knees started to shake. I quickly opened my eyes and looked around in panic but I quickly realized it was just my damn own fantasy.

Shaking my head I scrubbed down my body and climbed out of the shower. I should not have thoughts like that, it’s only going to make things worse for me. I dried myself and put on my underwear but held back from putting on Chris‘ clothes. I stared at it laying on the closed laundry basket and contemplated if this is a good idea.

Picking it up I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.

Cedarwood, citrus, musk and… Dodger.

I groaned and threw it back on the laundry basket. He doesn’t have to know, what eyes can’t see…

I went back to the room and grabbed my tee from today. It’s not that dirty and I think I will be able to survive in it throughout the night and until I get back home.

While I was in the bathroom I noticed an electric toothbrush by the sink and there were new toothbrush heads so I decided to take advantage of it and brush my teeth.

After putting the tee on and quickly brushing my teeth, I climbed into the bed and wrapped myself up in the blanket.

The plan was to fall asleep as soon as possible but so far I was failing miserably. I was just tossing and turning and I could not for the life of me get rid of the ache between my thighs. I rubbed them against each other and whined.

My imagination took a strike again.

I swear I could feel huge palms wrap around my thighs and pull them apart. They gently glided from my knee to my core and created a path of goosebumps.

I shuddered and parted my legs a bit more. Gentle fingers brushed against my core and my hips bucked up.

With a moan, I opened my eyes and realized those were in fact my small fingers trying to find their way inside my underwear. I groaned and threw away the blanket that was not helping with the heat I was feeling all over my poor horny body.

There is no way back or more like no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep feeling like this. I have to do only one thing possible right now, otherwise, I’ll be just tossing and turning the whole night regretting everything that has happened today.

Hesitantly I stalked towards my handbag and took out my pale blue vibrator. I may regret this in the future but what else should a woman like me do when she is around such a fine man as Chris.

So far I managed to avoid masturbating while thinking of Chris but I think today’s the day I’m going to break one of my rules that were supposed to help me not to fall in love with him even more.

They were totally useless.

I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed. Again, I spread my legs and pressed the buzzing vibrator to my clothed core.

And as before, I let my mind wander wherever it wanted to in order to get off.

I was thinking about his blue eyes. His smile and his sexy bushy beard. Oh, how amazing it would feel if it would just brush on the sides of my thighs and then all over my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

How amazing his full lips and pink tongue would feel lapping on my folds and the juices dripping down from my pussy.

How his hands would rub on my thighs first and then move to my belly before deferring down to my waist to pin me down to the bed.

My hips bucked up and down and my back arched. I hummed in contentment and bit my lip.

My pussy started to clench and my whole body began to shake and quiver with ecstasy.

The orgasm was so magical that my ears started to buzz and my vision became blurry before I tightly closed my eyes while I enjoyed the rest of the ride.

I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover up a moan that came to the surface.

The corners of my mouth went up and I sighed with relief.

However, that relief was quickly gone when I heard a knock on the door.

I panicked. My heart started to pound and my ears started to buzz, although right now it was for a completely different reason.

Oh no. It must be Chris. There is no one else in the house. Unless Dodger learnt how to knock on the door which is very unlikely he managed to do in the last half an hour.

I sat on the bed and looked around. There is no way he did not hear the buzzing of my vibrator and he is not stupid, he’s definitely going to put the pieces together.

Suddenly I got an idea.

I jumped from the bed and silently ran to the bathroom, grabbed the electric toothbrush and quickly ran back to the bedroom and to the door.

This should work, or at least confuse him enough if he heard something.

I exhaled to slow down the beating of my heart and with the next inhale I opened the door.

And there he was.

Clad in sleeping shorts and nothing else.

Oh sweet lord.

My eyes scanned his torso up and down. All of the tattoos he wore on his body and all of the abs he worked so hard for. Even the fine hair on his chest that looked disgusting on anyone else yet so sexy on Chris.

I looked up at his eyes and noticed a puzzled look in his blue ponds.

They jumped from my eyes to the still buzzing electric toothbrush in my hand and then to my t-shirt that clearly showed my erect nipples.

Damn, I didn’t even realize that.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

He tried again and this time he said: “I thought I heard…“ He did not finish the sentence, instead, his eyes flashed again to the electric toothbrush I held in my hand.

Oh god. Please no.

I turned it off and took a breath to say something but before I could say anything, he was faster.

“Ya know what… Whatever… I just wanted to say good night again and to make sure you’ve got everything you need. So… Good night!“

He quickly turned on his heel and went away from the guest bedroom I stayed in.

I sighed and bit my lip.

I closed the door and laid back in the bed. I turn on my side and stared at the electric toothbrush I placed on the nightstand next to the bed.

Should I have covered it up? Wouldn’t it be better to just let it be and deal with the consequences? Wouldn’t it be better to just let him think whatever he wants to think?

I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know it because what is done, is done.

Tomorrow I have to get out of here as soon as possible. No breakfast, no coffee, just a simple goodbye, and I’ll be on my way home because after this, I can’t even look him straight in the eyes without coming back to that feeling when I came with him in front of my eyes.

I’ll have to avoid him for at least a week before I can see him again without turning into a full-on tomato.

Oh well. That actually won’t be possible.

Tomorrow afternoon is a photoshoot day.

For Gucci.

Which means half-naked Chris.

Yeah, I’ll have to find a last-minute excuse as to why I can not come because if I’ll see half-naked Chris, I will come, but in a whole ‘nother way…

I don’t know, what do you guys think?

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nitannichionne · 2 years

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Happy Monday!

Miss you guys!

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marvel132 · 1 year

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Chris Evans X Reader Smut (on Wattpad)

You and Chris broke up about four months ago and have to see each other at a party. Once you guys get to talking he invites you over for a drink... and things get spicy. Lots of smut below, be prepared.

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shasha24gy · 3 years

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My New Boss Part three

I usually listen to music on my phone during my lunch break , I'm listening to the new Rihanna song and I'm dancing and rolling my hips ,my eyes are closed, and guess who I bump into .Yea you guessed it no other than Duke himself he smiles at me and what is this I'm seeing he's red , no way he's blushing . I should be the one who's red here . I yank my headphones out of my ear , he laughs out loud and says "nice moves" . I turn just as red as he does. I say thanks boss ,and run out of there as fast as I could . Only this type of shit would happen to me . I tell kathy and she says I should have twerked for him , I playfully push her , she could be too much sometimes ." Not everyone thinks like you Kathy " I say . She turns around and says" you'll come around one day , youll see ! ". I run into Duke at the coffe machine , "was that Rihanna you were listening to ?" , He asks I say yes , how did you know that I say . He says "Man I've had the biggest crush on Rihanna since Pon de Replay came out" . I cant help but giggle , so he liked black girls I thought, or maybe not Rihanna's everyone's type .Now I was no Rihanna but I'd like to think I was pretty cute . You see I come from a mixed race house hold ,Now I'm not saying that only if you're mixed that means you're attractive , I'm just saying its what made me unique .Coming from two blended worlds made me a very cultured and well rounded individual .My mom was indian and native american while my dad was black . I loved who I was and I was confident with who I am, but it didnt matter if he was into black girls or not that was none of my buisness.

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savingbuckyb · 7 years

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Like A Virgin

Warning: Virgin!Steve, Obvious Smut

Author’s Note: I’ve been loving Steven lately so i just thought a little sin should be put in America’s angel. Feel free to send in requests and sorry this took so long :) p.s don't know I feel about this one , leave feedback

“Truth or dare?” You chimed disconnecting Steve’s attention from the television and the bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“Oh no. Not this again.” He rolled his baby blues before rising from his spot on the couch.

You grabbed his forearm, attempting to yank him back down but knowingly failed due to the fact that he was stronger and bigger than you.

“Come on, I promise I won’t embarrass you like last time.” You pouted giving him puppy dog eyes before smiling proudly after Steve finally gave in, sighing heavily plopping back down next to you.

You and Steve were having a friendly movie night. This rarely happened due to the constant missions the two of you were involved in. Fortunately, tonight Tony’s plan backfired, so you took that as an advantage to steal from Bucky’s snack stash and have small talk over a horrible romantic comedy. Steve always favored the small talks that consisted of you insulting Pietro’s cooking and your thoughts on dying your hair the same as Natasha’s. But immediately recoiled at the terms, Truth or Dare. You couldn’t blame him, there was a possibility that Natasha was still traumatized from seeing Steve in all his American pride last Christmas.

“Truth.” He breathed out, sighing heavily, giving innuendos that he did not want to involve himself in this trap called a game.

“Figures you’d pick truth. Hmm.. is it true that you went raw on that model at Tony’s party last week?

Steve cheeks were instantly blanketed with crimson.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Looks like America’s angel isn’t so pure-”

“Okay, okay. Enough about me. Truth or dare?” He interrupted, quickly trying to change subject.

“Truth.” A slight smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Is it true about you and Buck?” Steve questioned, red still slightly present on his cheeks.

Your eyes widened at the question, scanning the room to see if anyone was listening.

“How do you know about that?”

“How do you think I know?”

You made Bucky swore to never tell a soul about waking up in his bed the morning after. The night before you and him got a little more intoxicated than you intended to and one thing led to another. Slurred words were exchanged and clothes were ripped. Yes, Bucky was basically sex on legs and yes, you had recurring dreams that involved you sitting on his face more than occasionally but you couldn’t see yourself with him romantically.

“I was drunk, alright? I could’ve slept with anything that night.” You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your half finished Coke. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth..” Steve murmured and you prompted him a slight smirk.

“I thought this was a game of truth or dare? Not truth or truth. But fine, I’ll let it slide…Rumor has it that you’ve been lying about fucking all these women and you’re really a virgin, is that true?”

There was an odd silence between the two of you. Steve’s eyes met with yours, he parted his lips to manage words but nothing came out, just a mutter and soon the crimson flush on his cheeks reappeared. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you shook your head in disbelief, the realization struggling to kick in.

“You’re a virgin?” You scooted closer to him, knees brushing against his, small chuckles surpassing.

You felt guilty for laughing at the man’s bashfulness, but you couldn’t put two and two together. How can a guy like Steve Rogers be a virgin? He was Captain America for Christ sake, he could get anyone and anything he wanted, when he wanted it. He didn’t bother to look you directly in the eye and you couldn’t help but stare in awe at how much his immaculateness was showing through his brooding physique. His head was hung low and long lashes were swept against the tips of his cheeks. You leaned in closer, causing his breath to hitch loud enough to hear, bringing your palm up to his cheek, his stubble slightly scratching the soft skin. Steve’s eyes finally met yours, you caught his chin in between your two fingers, making sure he was incapable of breaking contact.

“I can change that, if you like-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips were latched onto yours in a matter of seconds. This didn’t feel out of place at all, there was always a common tension between the pair of you that was rather left unspoken or ignored. It didn’t take long for your tongue to sly it’s way pass his teeth, exploring the depths of his mouth. You were soon on his lap, your legs wrapped securely around his tiny waist, as your hands wrenched through his now unruly hair, still immensely deep in kiss. Steve didn’t make any attempt to move his hands from his sides giving you the impression that he was a little timid. You cascaded your hands down his biceps to his calloused hands, gripping them tightly. You gave him an reassuring smile, before guiding them to the hem of your tank top.

“Take it off.“ You breathed.

He reluctantly and gradually removed the flimsy material, keeping his eyes on the emerging skin. His lips parted open perceiving that you were bare underneath. There has been times he’d walk in on you changing and get a glimpse of what was concealed underneath that leather jumpsuit of yours but never gotten this up close. His eyes shifted from one taut nipple to the other, his tongue darted over his plush lips before gazing up at you, seeking permission. You smiled reassuringly, caressing the curve between his neck and mandible. At that moment, innocence was something you can touch. His eyes never strayed from yours as he took one of firm buds into his mouth, rotating the tip of his tongue. One of his hands reached up, giving your left breast the desired attention it was deprived of. His fingers pinched and tugged at the sensitive bundle until he finally earned a collected moan from you, acknowledging his new found skill. His mouth departed from your breast, leaving with a obscene pop and a string of saliva connected to his lips from your wet nipple. You were about to ask what was the reason for his mouth’s absence but before you could form a sentence his head was already between your thighs. Steve placed soft kisses on the inside of your right thigh, nibbling on the delicate skin. Before long, his mouth was on the small bundle of nerves, sucking hungrily. He refused to waste any time without having the slightest taste of you. He gave your clit little kisses before submerging his tongue inside of you causing you to grab a handful of his dirty blonde locks. He groaned at your sudden action, burying his face more into your cunt.

“You’re doing so good..” You managed to whimper out.

“You taste so good..”

He flattened his tongue, making one last, long stride along your cunt causing you to silently question if he has experience doing this before. You pulled him up to meet your lips with his, tasting yourself on his tongue. You pushed him back onto the couch, shimmying out of your pajama shorts. Steve fixed to pull down his pants but you immediately seized him, tugging them down yourself. You couldn’t help but blush at the sizable bulge being restrained by the tight cloth. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you pried off the material. His breathing hitched as the cool air hit his rock hard cock. You settled on the backs of your knees, taking his members into his palms, bowing your head as you made a log stride along a prominent vein. He immediately shook underneath your tongue, brushing away loose strands behind your ear to get a better view of your face. You made sure his cock was all wet and ready before you hovered yourself over him. Steve stared up at you, flustered and eyes blown. Your palms latched onto his chests, giving you more leverage as you slide down onto his awaiting member. Your breath and his caught as you both felt the fulfillment in each other. His hands grabbed onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises in the forms of fingertips. You didn’t expect him to have been so rough but you did expect him not to know his own strength. He threw his head back as you winded your hips, sliding him more into you. You moaned at the sudden warmth from Steve enclosing his forearms around your lower back, forcing you down onto him until all of his inches were engulfed into your sopping mound.

“Oh god.. Ste- Steven, fuck me harder..” You moaned through mutters.

His eyes lit up as if he was a teenage boy on Christmas when hearing his full name tumble off the tip of your tongue like a prayer being recited. He picked up the pace, holding you to his chest as began to pound inside you. The living room was now filled with lewd moans over the abandoned television in the background. You intertwined your fingers with his, guiding them up to the center of your neck.

“Choke me.. Please”

Steve arranged to ask why, but shook the thought away quickly before curling his fingers around your neck, squeezing lightly.

“Tighter.” You said through clenched teeth.

He cautiously squeezed his hands tightly around your neck whilst pushing deeper inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back, your release edging on. Steve tightened his grip around your neck, noticing you were close to your climax.

“Are you gonna’ cum for me, doll?” Steve cooed into your ear, nibbling on the lobe.

You let out an inaudible response, contracting around him.

“Huh? You going to cum for me, sweetheart?”

The softness in his voice sent you over the edge causing you to spew your juices all over his member as you convulsed against him. Steve was right after you, he let out an animalistic growl, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hot seed ejected into your now spent mound, he rode out his orgasm before collapsing on top of you.

“You were amaz-”

“Wow…Who would’ve thought that Captain America would be a virgin?” Tony interrupted leaning against the wall that separated the living room and kitchen.

“That’s what I said!” You loudly agreed, shielding your modesty with the pile of Steve’s clothes.

The crimson on Steve’s cheeks reappeared, pinching the bridge of his nose.

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liecastillo · 2 years

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The Game // Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: You didn't behave according to Lloyd's expectations and he has to punish you.

Warnings: bondage (nothing hardcore), sex toys, slight knife play, hints at overstimulation and squirting, nicknames, use of sir (like once)

Wordcount: 1.3k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Was this on my WIP list? No. Was this my top priority for the last two days? Absolutely yes.

Enjoy!

Lloyd's hand firmly gripped my forearm as he dragged me inside his bedroom and threw me on his bed. With a shriek, I bounced on the mattress and giggled.

“Oh, you think this is funny, baby girl?” he growled.

“Yes.” I kept on giggling like crazy while I brushed my hair off my face. Angrily he pointed his index finger at me.

“You embarrassed me in front of very significant people, there is nothing funny about that.”

Perhaps he was right. But I was still having a lot of fun.

I knew this evening was important to Lloyd and yet… Yet I couldn’t keep myself down.

I was horny for hours while he was ignoring me because of them, so I decided to have at least a little bit of fun and dance for a second.

But apparently, it was more than Lloyd would ever allow me to. The dancefloor was crowded, everyone’s body was rubbing on someone else's body and everyone was touching everyone. Including me and the man closest to me. A very hot man, may I say. Though, not as hot as Lloyd right now.

No. He was pissed because I was touching someone else in front of his own eyes. And when he’s pissed, he’s very hot.

He growls like a feral animal and becomes very dangerous to everyone, including me. And I knew that and still decided to start a fire.

Because I wanted to have fun.

And fun I’m going to get.

He reached into his pocket and took out a knife. His moustache moved as he snarled while he kept on watching me very closely.

“What do you think it looked like when my own girl started flirting with some cheap ass douchebag, huh? Do you think you can play with me like that?”

His stormy blue eyes narrowed when he raised his hand and with the knife in his hand tore my dress apart right in the middle.

I was left totally bare like the day I was born since I opted not to wear any underwear underneath my dress. My breasts were finally released from their tight prison. They nicely splayed on my chest as I laid there and waited for what would happen next.

Blue eyes roamed my body and tried to survey the situation in front of them. The very horny body with full swaying breasts and wide hips was in front of him on a golden platter.

“If you think that… Then you are very wrong, baby,” he spat out. “Because no one plays with me like that.” An evil grin appeared on his face as his hungry eyes gave me another once-over.

“But if you do want to be a playful kitten, perhaps I could offer you a game of sorts.”

Oh yes, please. Whatever it is, I want it. Now.

I was very much desperate at this point. His strong body was hovering above me and his cold eyes were staring straight into my soul. His stare was so intense, that it sent shivers down my spine.

“I think you’re going to like it. A lot.” He lifted one corner of his mouth. “It’s a game exactly to your taste.”

He looked around the room before he ordered: “Move up!”

I moved up on the bed and laid my head on the soft pillows covered in silk sheets. They were cold against my burning skin but I welcomed the stimulation as I was finally able to feel at least something.

While I did that, he went to one of the drawers and opened it. He took out a couple of ropes and a vibrator with a big head.

Oh yes, please, just give it to me.

He quickly went back to me and with his skilful hands tied my arms and legs to the bed. Whilst my wrists were tied together, both my legs were tied to the bed separately so they were nicely spread in front of him.

Yes, this really is a game to my taste.

Out of pure curiosity, I tugged with both my arms and legs but was met with resistance against the rope. As always, he tied it tight with precise knots and gave me no chance to escape his torture.

Not that I wanted to.

I looked up at his face with a satisfied smile on my lips but I quickly changed my expression.

“Please, sir, give it to me. I want it. So so bad. Please,” I pleaded without hesitation. I knew he would ask me to do so in a matter of time so why not get it over with as soon as possible so we can get quicker to the more interesting part?

“Now you want it and aks for it,” he smiled slyly. “But in a second you are going to say the opposite. You’ll beg me to stop, to give your poor pussy some rest…” There was a fire in his eyes whilst he was telling me this. A fire that burned only for me and won’t be put down until he is satisfied.

“But you asked for this and you’re not going to get any rest nor mercy. Maybe you should think first before you say or do something you shouldn’t, you stupid little girl.”

Without giving me a chance to somehow react to his vice words, he pressed the vibrator against my clit. I moaned loudly at the sensation. I was already tremendously slick from the fact I was tied to this bed and waiting for whatever he might do in the next couple of seconds, so it was easy for him to move the vibrator around my clitoris and my folds without any resistance.

I knew this toy very well, he used it on me frequently and because of that I also knew that this was the lowest setting out of eight. Which was odd, because he usually liked to start with a solid three so we can get everything going. But this time… This time it was different.

My hips bucked up from the bed and my legs started to slightly shake. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of the upcoming orgasm while my breathing quickened up.

Despite it being the lowest setting, I came fast and hard. My lips were widely opened as I came and screamed.

Finally, I got what I wanted, although Lloyd’s dick would’ve been ten times better and cuming on his dick? That would’ve been a hundred times better. But I’ll take whatever I can get if it equals pleasure.

I smiled widely and breathed out when the pleasure subsided. My chest was quickly rising and falling as I was trying to recollect my thoughts.

“Oh, do you think this is it?” he asked. His face appeared in front of me as he hover above me. He had a deeply neutral face going on at the moment that I could not read very well. His eyes were frosty cold and his lips were pulled into a tight line.

“Do you think I’m done? Sweetheart, this was just the beginning,” he said. With a curious face, he looked at the huge vibrator he was still holding in his hand and wondered: “How many settings does this thing have again? Eight?”

He looked me dead in the eyes and smiled. But not in a happy way. No, no. In a very evil way.

“Baby, I think there is a long and gruelling night ahead of you,” he says and playfully presses the vibrator against my hard nipples. I tip my head back and moan.

“Because I want you to cum again and again until you soak this bed to the brim and you squirt all over my face.”

And with that, he once again pressed the vibrating toy on my clit. Only this time it was on the second setting.

A/N: I am very nervous to post this since this is not the usual stuff I write, but I still hope you enjoyed it and you'll leave me some feedback!

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That’s Hilarious

Chris Evans x female reader

Summary: Chris came back to your house after you broke up and he’s acting hilarious... and delirious.

Warnings: angst, past relationship, crying a lot

Wordcount: 1k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: I have a lot I want to say about this story I just finished writing, but I honestly don’t know where to start. Well, first and foremost you should know I wrote this after I got VERY dissapointed by my boyfriend and then it’s also inspired by Charlie Puth’s song That’s Hilarious so you can find a lot of the lyrics in this story. Recommend listening to the song before or during reading! And bonus points to those who find the Little Mix reference, haha. Also, I don’t really read/write angst, I usually decide to avoid it, but today just calls for it, sorry. xx

Also!! I decided to start accepting prompts and requests, so if you want to send me something, go ahead!!!

Enjoy!

When Chris and I broke up I felt defeated.

This was love? Was it supposed to hurt this much? Why did it happen? Could I change it or is it too late?

During our last moments together, before Chris left my house for good, Chris solemnly swore it’s not me. That it’s him whose fault it is and that it’s entirely on him.

Yet he is back in my house trying to put the blame on me. Like the tables have somehow turned and suddenly every bad thing that has ever happened between us is my fault.

He was screaming. Furious. Putting the blame on me and only making it worse.

We were together for a year. A year of my fucking life that I’m never going to get back. I thought he was IT. The so-called endgame. But no, he was just another heartbreak, although not one to be worthy of writing another anthem about.

So when we were standing opposite of each other I could not just stand back and let him scream his aggression into my face and then say nothing. No.

I was quiet for too long and I was hurting.

From the heartbreak. From his ill words. From the way, he was suddenly treating me so badly.

Yeah, this situation was pretty hilarious.

“You know, I loved you,“ I said with a raised voice to shush his wave of words that were shaming me and our entire relationship.

“I loved you through every good and bad moment,“ I choked through tears. They were rushing down my face in a never-ending race until they met at the bottom of my chin. It was pathetic that I had to uphold to every single little thing that I did for our relationship. “Through every high and low, I was still here for you. Whether you were feeling fine or under the weather, I stood beside you and supported you no matter what and this is what I get back? Hm?“

“Oh please, this is not what it’s about and you know it,“ he responded.

“Oh really? And what it is about then? Hm? Enlighten me, please.“ I tried not to sound too beggy but I think from all those constantly changing expressions on my face, he could very much read my every single emotion during this whole stupid conversation.

He was the actor in this relationship after all.

“You can’t be serious, Chris! You come here and put all your blame on me. What changed? Not so long ago you were saying it’s not my fault and swearing it’s all you. You’re acting delirious!“ I was screaming at him and wanted to continue furthermore, but stopped when I noticed tears coming out of his eyes.

Good, I hope they’re for me.

“I just want you back,“ he rasped and sniffed. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie and looked at me with glossy eyes. “After the time spent without you, I realized I miss you and that I need you.“

“What?“ I said in disbelief. “Then why are you playing this fucking game with me, Chris? This is not what people do to someone they love!“ My eyes were popping out of my head.

I could not believe his fucking words.

“You know what? No. Because you’re just another lesson I learnt. And now I know I shouldn’t have given my heart to a man who’s still got a broken one. Because, honestly, Chris… Did you really need to break up with me to realize you love me? That I’m not just some kind of replacement? Because, frankly, I don’t want a relationship like that,“ I said heavily breathing and preparing for my next words.

“I don’t want a relationship with you,“ I announced. My heart was heavily breathing inside my chest and once again I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

No, not now, please. Not in front of him, you already shattered too many tears for him to see.

“So please make this easier for both of us and leave my house and never come back. You didn’t love me when you had me and all of a sudden you need me so badly. If you think I would still want you after the things you put me through in the last couple of weeks, you’re delirious.“

He nodded his head a couple of times and sucked in his lips.

He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie before he turned and left my house.

But before the doors closed behind him, he turned to me and said: “But I do still love you. Even though you might not believe me anymore. You were everything to me too, even though I wasn’t probably showing it enough. And you weren’t a replacement, but maybe I just didn’t know how to love again without it ending badly… again.“

I shakily inhaled through my nose and waited if he has something else to say to me. Maybe just to see if there really is something left in his heart. Something that someone could call love.

“I’m sorry that I put the blame in reverse,“ he spoke once again. “Because what I said that night was true. I guess I came here today to prove myself something. I don’t really know.“ He rubbed his eyes which were once again shining with tears.

I was already uncontrollably sobbing and shaking from his admissions. Because from the way he was saying them… I knew he was telling the truth.

Because he may be an actor, but he still is a damn bad liar.

“And I know it’s too late to come here and say how sorry I am because I already hurt you so much. So please accept my apology. This is not how I wanted this to end.“

I started to choke on my tears. Milion thoughts were running through my head, yet I could not understand a single one of them.

I fell down on my knees and covered my mouth in a failed attempt to cover the loud sobs coming out of my mouth.

“Goodbye,“ was the last thing he said before he closed the front door.

You didn't love when you had me But now you need me so badly You can't be serious (you can't be serious) That's hilarious (that's hilarious) Thinkin' I would still want you After the things you put me through

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