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Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza

@labella420 had the amazing idea to host an event to try to boost engagement, revive our community, and have some fun while we’re at it. If you’re like us, you probably miss “the good ole days” or perhaps you’re feeling disappointed by the lack of engagement, so! Here’s your chance to join in on some shameless hoe revelry and have some fun with your fellow CE hoes 🤗

And! This extravaganza isn’t just for writers, it’s for readers, too!

Keep reading to find out how we can all cum together (lollll) and indulge in some shenanigans while breathing some life back into our beloved CE fandom. You may even get a custom fic written just for you out of it 😘

EXTRAVAGANZA DETAILS

When: April 28 - May 4

How to Participate:

👉🏻 Writers: Write and post a fic (or fics!) about any Chris Evans character using one (or more!) of the prompts below.

👉🏻Readers: Engage with your favorite writers via reblogs or asks.

Your Participation = An Entry Into Our Cum Together 2024 Raffle

Writers, for each fic you post for the extravaganza, you will earn one entry into our raffle. Be sure to use the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry the first time you post your fic(s), as well as for any asks you receive from readers engaging with you for the event, so we can record all participation.

Readers, each time you engage with a writer via a reblog or ask, you will earn one entry into our raffle. For your reblogs, be sure to use the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry so that we can record your participation. For your asks to writers, be sure to mention the event so we know it’s an entry for the challenge. We would also suggest reblogging any writer ask replies to your asks with the entry tag as well.

At the end of the extravaganza, Bella and I will randomly select 2 raffle winners who will get to request a custom CE fic written by one of us 🥳

THE MORE YOU PARTICIPATE AND ENGAGE, THE MORE ENTRIES YOU EARN TO GET YOUR CUSTOM STORY! (ALSO THE HAPPIER YOU’LL MAKE YOUR FELLOW HOES AND THE MORE FUN YOU’LL HAVE!)

Rules for Fic Entries:

500 word minimum, no max! (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)

Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.

Please tag me @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 when posting so that we can reblog as many fics as possible and record your raffle entries. (You don’t need to follow us to join in!)

Include the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)

Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, comedy, AU, dark, whatever you want.

Please stick to fictional CE characters only, no RPF.

Reader insert stories are preferred vs OCs. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics.

Please include warnings as needed for smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

Rules for Reader Engagement Entries:

75-word minimum for your engagement posts/asks - no blank reblogs or one liner “reblogs” allowed. Show your favorite authors some love and appreciation for their hard work providing free content that you enjoy. If you struggle to come up with what to say, check out this post for ideas.

Reader engagement entries must be one of the following 1) a reblog of an author’s work or masterlist, or 2) a reblog of an author’s reply to an event ask you submitted to them.

Include the tag #CT 2024 raffle entry on any of your reblogs or writer ask reply reblogs.

Please stick to fictional CE character works only.

Odds & Ends:

Each writer can submit a maximum of 3 stories.

There is no limit on reader engagement entries - we want you to participate and boost engagement!

Writers do not need to claim or request a prompt.

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

Writers can also participate as readers for this challenge, and vice versa. So basically anyone can have writer and reader entries.

We reserve the right to not reblog any post.

STORY PROMPTS

CUM TOGETHER PROMPTS:

Characters A + B cum together at the same time

Meeting your long distance partner in person for the first time

“Tell me your favorite way to cum so I can satisfy you the way you deserve.”

Pining + running into each other after a long time apart + frantic kisses

Pouncing on your partner as soon as they arrive home from a trip away

“My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

Showing up at your love’s home in the middle of the night because you need to be with them

Soulmates meeting for the first time

“Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.”

Character A can’t cum until Character B does

MULTI-PROMPT PROMPTS:

Blackmail + Cum play + “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I think you even enjoyed it.”

“Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods

Yellow + Feel like you’re being watched + “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Coercion + Multiple CE babes + “Aw, don’t cry, honey, we promise we’ll be good to you if you’re good to us.”

Proposal + Happy tears + “Nailed it.”

Meetcute + embarrassed + “My hero.”

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

“Do you even know how to be nice? I bet you can’t say one nice thing about me.”

“I swear to God, if you make me come in there, you’re gonna regret it.”

“How about a little wager?”

“If you correctly guess the color of my panties, I’ll let you take them off me.”

“Bet I can make you cum first.”

“You are such a fucking menace.”

KINK PROMPTS:

Breeding

Competency

Oral sex

Innocence

Soft!dom

Primal play

Free use

Somnophilia

Overstimulation

Praise

TROPE & AU PROMPTS:

A/B/O

Only one bed

Mob AU

Two idiots in love

The one that (almost) got away

Biker AU

Friends to lovers

Basement wife (or husband!) AU

CE!babe is a cam!boy

Seeking comfort

CEO AU

Enemies to lovers

Tagging some lovelies who may be interested or want to signal boost the event, no pressure though! ❤️

@yenzys-lucky-charm-library @krirebr @thezombieprostitute @paperweight91 @eulalielatibule @anika-ann @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @jamneuromain @our-marvel-universe @precious1610 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @alicedopey @biteofcherry @buckets-and-trees @avintagekiss24 @before-we-get-started @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @saiyanprincessswanie @sagechanoafterdark @gifsbysimplysonia @golden-ariess @ghotifishreads @giorno-plays-piano @hansensgirl @lilacevans @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @lauratang @needlereads @nowandajenn @rodrikstark @worksby-d @universitypenguin @vonalyn @jtargaryen18 @chase-your-dreams-away @secretswiftymarvelfan @crazyunsexycool @jesevans @emerald-writes @targaryenvampireslayer @foxgloveprincess @nekoannie-chan @americasass81 @sgtnightwolfinthetardis @holacia3 @gracet93 @astheskycries

(Sorry if I forgot anyone, I'm sooo bad at remembering in the moment/tagging lolol.)

P.S. Amazing, stunning, beautiful, panty ruining banner made by the supremely talented @labella420 😍

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eralen · 5 days

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Better Not to Know

KYLE GAZ GARRICK x FEM READER

Summary: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger in a night club leaves you longing for more.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected P in V - fr tho wrap it up ya filthy animals, random hook-up sex, breeding kink?- hmm... yeah, fem breeding kink, a moody touch of angst, some pining, my usual brand of smut, only half-assed proofread- embrace the imperfections, no use of Y/N

(Notes: Just another smut purge with pretty boy Gaz, along with some angst added in for @tiredmetalenthusiast . I didn't forget, I just get easily distracted. Hope you like!)

banners & dividers by: @saradika-graphics

Chaotic, strobing lights and throbbing, hypnotic bass. Dim shadows writhing en masse on the dance floor, a dense forest of waving arms and swaying bodies. There is heat and sweat and sex layered thick in the oppressive air with just a hint of danger to heighten alcohol-dulled senses.

The danger you're seeking lurks at a corner cocktail table on the outskirts of the dance floor. He's somehow managed to sprawl with natural grace over the unwieldy, tall chair, lounging like a king on a throne. One heel is hooked on a rung, the other resting on the floor, his body one long, continuous masculine line that pulls the eye up to a face that's both wicked and angelic. His smile is pure sin, his dark eyes appreciative and knowing.

Oh, yes...

This is what you came here for tonight. To hell with the drinks and dancing and your girls' night out. This is what you really need. This man, this demigod currently eye-fucking you from across the room. A coy smile curls your painted lips as the two of you lock eyes.

Ten minutes later, you're pressed up against the graffitied partition of a bathroom stall, legs wrapped around his surging hips, whimpering as he snaps and grinds them with brutal precision. Your fingers glide over dark skin sheened with sweat, hungry mouth seeking the hot cavern of his as he spears you to the wall with a particularly hard thrust. The rhythmic clink of his belt catches your ear, a lewd accompaniment to your gasping breaths and the constant slap-slap of flesh on flesh. It debaucherous and filthy and you can't get enough.

He stares into your eyes when he tells you to touch yourself, pinning you with a smoldering look that has your cunt clenching in response. Nostrils flare and teeth grit, his strokes growing sharper, deeper, more unhinged with each passing second. He's fucking you with feral abandon, a wild light flashing in his eyes as he nears his release. He's growling, gnashing his teeth, mouth hovering at your neck as he fights the primal urge to bite, to mark, to claim.

"This is mine. My pussy," he snarls at your ear, and holy fuck! That possessive, dark tone in his voice sends your mind reeling, turning you into a desperate, needy, grasping thing. Speaking coherently at this point is out of the question, but you nod your confirmation with dazed enthusiasm. Hell yes, this is his pussy. He can claim it and any bloody thing else he wants, just so long as he doesn't stop fucking you.

"Come for me," he demands in a low, guttural voice, and you do. God help you, you do, like a bitch coming to heel. "Fuck, that's it, pet. Just like that. Bloody fuck—"

The rest of his words catch in his throat, and with one last violent thrust he stills, his entire body tensing, muscles trembling with the strain as his fingers clamp onto your ass and drive you down onto his cock, holding you in place as he empties himself inside you. His cock pulses hard enough to make you moan at the feel of it, your eyes rolling back in your head. You know it's bad form to not use a condom, dead stupid of you both, to be honest, yet you can't deny the truth.

You wanted him this way, raw and real and messy. It's insane, pure unadulterated nonsense, but you relish the feel of his cum inside you. You'll regret this decision come morning when you're slinking into the chemist's shop for a Plan B pill before popping into the clinic to get tested. Right now, though, it's all you can do not to purr in decadent satisfaction.

His kisses are errant, artless things landing haphazardly across your collarbone, your earlobe, your cheek. His lips then cover yours, his tongue unfurling in your mouth to slide over yours in a sensual, intimate coupling, and something inside you blooms warm then spreads out to all your extremities. His nose bumps yours in the sweetest way, and you're enamored with him, just like that.

The bathroom door opens, noise flooding into the quiet space between you. Two drunk girls dawdle at the sink, comparing notes on the blokes they've chatted up, deciding which ones they'll be taking home later. His brown eyes sparkle with barely contained mirth, lips quivering as he holds in his laughter. He's so bloody beautiful. You drop your head to his shoulder, unable to look at him any longer without saying something stupid like, "Come home with me."

You bite your tongue and wait.

The sink runs, the hand dryer blasts, and then the two birds are walking out, leaving the lingering scent of cheap body spray and pink hand soap in the close, heated air. The tap drips, his belt buckle jingles, and the spell is broken. He sighs, placing a chaste peck on your lips, his hands giving your hips a gentle squeeze.

Time's up.

Legs sliding down his muscled flanks, you lock your shaking knees to support you, inner thighs quivering. His cum is a tangible reminder of his claim on your body, as much as the smell of his cologne and sweat on your skin, as much as that poignant, sharp ache in your battered cervix. He fucked you hard and he fucked you well and he made certain that you'd remember him for days to come. What more could you ask of a man like him?

"Ya alright, pet?" he murmurs, his voice so deep and smooth and warm that it raises the fine hairs all over your body. The man is sex personified, a carnal feast that's left you sated but still craving more. You've never been with anyone like him, and it scares you a bit, the effect that he has on you. You were right about him; he's dangerous.

You hum in the affirmative and smile, suddenly feeling shy and awkward. You lower your lashes to hide your confusion, too flustered to speak. You can only imagine what sort of goofy, cock-dumb expression you're wearing. His sigh of satisfaction gusts over your face, the backs of his long fingers brushing over your cheekbone. "So lovely," he mutters, like an inner thought spoken aloud.

Silly cow that you are, his words make your heart flutter.

"I'm fine. More than fine," you finally answer.

You chance a glimpse up into deep brown eyes with striations of amber and copper that catch the dim light. Your gaze drinks him in, flickering over his long, curling lashes and wing-like raven brows. You're melting at the sight of the most sensuous mouth you've ever seen on a man, not to mention a smile so brilliant, it turns you inside out and dumps your heart on the floor. It's only the scar beneath his left eye that detracts from his ethereal, masculine beauty, that proves that he is, in fact, a mere mortal.

"Perfection," you whisper, skimming your thumb over the scar. Your meaning goes for both the man and the sex, but he can take it however he likes.

He fumbles at the latch and opens the stall door, keeping a hand at your lower back as you toddle out on coltish legs. You drift to the mirror to see what the damage is, oddly proud about the mess he's made of you. You swipe the mascara from beneath your eyes and dab away the smear of lipstick at the corner of your mouth. Your hair's a bit of a tangle, but who's going to notice or care at this late stage of the evening?

A tremulous smile appears on your face when he steps in behind you, large hands curling 'round your hips as he presses his full length against your back. His warmth seeps through the thin material of your dress, his mouth hot and wet as it skates up the column of your throat. "You were bloody amazing, love," he breathes at your ear, chuckling, pleased, when you shiver. He gives your bum a light smack that turns into a protracted, possessive squeeze. "Love your arse," he mumbles to himself, then gives his head a shake, stepping away. "I'll, uh, see ya around, yeah?"

"Sure," you husk out, knowing it's all a lie. These soft words and kind glances are nothing more than routine hook-up etiquette— always try to part ways on friendly terms. You know this role by heart, have played out this scenario so many times that you can recite all the inane pleasantries in your sleep.

Only this time, you wish the words were true.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror, his weight shifting between his feet, then he winks and stuns you with another one of those mega-watt smiles. Stepping to the door, he takes hold of the handle but then pauses, his eyes drifting over you one last time. He seems on the verge of saying something, but his beautiful mouth presses into a thin line, the corners turned down. He takes in a long, slow breath then heaves it out with a wistful sigh. "Take care, love."

"You, too."

You offer up a brave smile and hold up a hand in farewell, though a pang of disappointment rings hollow inside your chest as you watch him step through the door and disappear. The racket from the club pours into the room like dirty flood water, and the sudden urge to go after him has you shuffling your feet. Then, with a pneumatic hiss of the closing door, the obnoxious noise is muffled again to a dull and distant roar, and your reason returns.

How pathetic would you have looked, chasing after him like some clingy, lovesick girl. Your fingers tighten on the edge of the sink as you peer into the mirror at your reflection. You're surprised by your forlorn expression and realize you feel a little sad now that he's gone.

Once you return to your seat, you ignore the chatter of your drunk friends, instead panning your eyes over the crowd. You're hoping to spot his familiar silhouette among the anonymous bodies but can't find him, again. He must have left, his mission for the night now complete, you think with a touch of bitterness. No point in sticking around, right?

You fancy that you could pretend he was just a drunken fever dream, nothing more than a figment of your inebriated imagination, if not for the dull ache that still resides deep in your core. Oh, he was real, alright, as real as his cum in your panties and the sore throb of your bruised cunt. You know in your heart of hearts that it will take weeks, maybe even months for his memory to fade. The thought is depressing.

"Think I'm gonna call it a night, ladies," you tell the bleary-eyed trio seated around the table.

Your friends fuss and protest, trying their best to coax you into one more drink or at least another dance, but they're too drunk to really see the state of you. If they were just a little bit sober, it would be more than obvious why you're so set on leaving; you're completely fucked out, decimated, ruined. You hug each of them good night and promise to text the group chat when you arrive home.

Cold air smacks you in the face when you step out of the club. You inhale a sharp, icy breath, fog condensing in front of your eyes as you release it. You can feel the chill wind seeping through the seams of your coat, feel how it settles deep into the marrow of your bones. You suddenly feel achy and tired and near desperate for the warm safety of your own bed.

A glance up and down the sidewalk reveals the lack of waiting taxis, so you pull out your phone and order an Uber, cursing the wait. Huddling deeper inside your coat, your let your thoughts drift back to that brief but memorable encounter in the loo. For once, you regret not getting a bloke's number, and now you can't help but wonder if that's why he paused before leaving. Had he wanted you to ask him for it?

Unfortunately, you'll probably never know.

It's probably for the best, you tell yourself. A handsome bloke like him would undoubtedly complicate your life. He's the type of man that makes a sane, independent woman want to bake cakes and make babies. He is dangerous. You knew it when you first saw him, and now he's proven it to you. Already the 'what-ifs' are rattling about inside your tired brain. It's a good thing he left when he did, otherwise...

Yeah, you're definitely better off not knowing.

Your phone chimes, notifying you that your Uber has arrived, a faded red hatchback pulling up to the curb seconds later. You check the driver's ID then climb into the backseat, sinking back into the cushions as the car pulls back into the light flow of traffic. It irritates you that you still feel that little inkling of sadness. It's such a haunted, lonely feeling.

Damn, you think, staring blindly out of the window. I wish I'd asked for his name.

part 2

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eralen · 5 days

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This was inspired by your IRL partner‽ Lucky—😂

Little Bookworm 18+

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.

Note: I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka’s head for over a year.

Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.

The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.

He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.

He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.

He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.

Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.

He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.

“If I catch you, I fuck you.”

Jesus Christ.

The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.

Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.

Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.

It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.

He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.

“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”

You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.

“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”

You shift from foot to foot.

“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.

He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”

You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.

“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.

“Huh.”

He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.

Did he just?

Is he going to?

“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.

He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”

You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.

Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.

His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.

“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.

You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.

“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.

You’re frozen to the spot.

There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.

“Four.”

Okay, maybe he is.

You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.

Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.

You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.

“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.

He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.

He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.

“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.

He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.

You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”

You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.

You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.

His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.

A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”

His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.

“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.

“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.

Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.

He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.

He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.

He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.

“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”

His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.

You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.

His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”

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eralen · 6 days

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Being pinned down and mercilessly fucked like caught prey

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eralen · 7 days

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Aw, yes. 🥰 The season of soft sunshine and hard di—

🌿🌷 witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun masterlist 🌷🌿

hello hello friends!!! are we having (springtime) fun yet? 😏

thank you to everyone that responded to my little springtime fun event by sending in asks with prompts!!! i've still got a lot that i want to respond to, so as of now, this event is CLOSED. i'm going to try to get to as many prompts as i can, but may not get to all of them. if i don't get to yours, i'm still so so thankful you sent it in ♡♡♡

here's everything i've written so far:

sakura blossoms are never a bad idea [jake jensen]

a delicious picnic [ransom drysdale]

the kitten and the bear [walter marshall]

waiting out the spring downpour [bucky barnes]

a beautiful spring afternoon [andy barber]

under the springtime sun [ari levinson]

a cozy little home surrounded by flowers [captain syverson]

kneeling among the spring flowers [steve rogers + bucky barnes]

pleasure among the primroses [august walker]

go frolicking in a field of flowers [steve rogers]

a steamy springtime morning [curtis everett]

everything for this event can be found under the tag #witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun on my blog

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How did midnight margaritas spiral into me signing body and soul over to demon Ari? Not that I'm complaining—😏😂

Midnight margaritas! 🍹 I also have apple pie and of course garlic bread 😎

Mmm. I'll bring Dark and Stormies and pizza! 😘 who else wants in on this and what's everyone's pizza order? 😂🥂🍕

#shenanigans #smutty smutty shenanigans

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Oh my gaaawwwwwd! I'd die happy. 😂

Steve + smutty 13. “i hear an acknowledgement, not an apology, do you want 3 more?”(the ‘it’ can be anything) 😇

go frolicking in a field of flowers

pairing: boyfriend/dom!steve rogers x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, pussy spanking, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, light bdsm, punishment/funishment, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby), outdoor sex, aftercare

word count: 1,200ish

a/n: i thought about making the 'it' be edges but this just felt a little more like an appropriate funishment for the situation to me. this is also directly inspired by this post from @eralen!!! hope you both enjoy!! ♡♡♡

A spring breeze filtered through the field of flowers, rustling quietly between the blooms as the sun shone brightly overhead. Your glowing face was tilted up toward the endless blue sky, lips parted as your chest heaved with heavy breaths. However, your pleading cries fell on only the deaf ears of your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, and the dispassionate greenery of the meadow where you lay.

“Ok, ok,” you panted, lifting your head off the blanket beneath you to look into the stern, handsome face of your boyfriend. “I shouldn’t have said you’re either frolicking in this field with me or you’re frolicking in this field against me!”

Steve’s stormy blue eyes narrowed on your sweaty face, staring at you intently like he was trying to determine whether you were genuine or not. It seemed he found your words lacking because his soft lips twisted into a displeased frown.

“I hear an acknowledgement, not an apology,” he said, his voice deceptively calm as his big hand rubbed over your swollen, drenched folds, catching your clit and making you suck in a sharp breath.

The sound of your wetness was nearly as loud in your ears as your pounding heart and panting breaths. You tried to squirm beneath your boyfriend, but Steve had you pinned exactly where he wanted—folded in half on the blanket he’d laid out in the field of flowers. Making your position even more undignified, your sundress was bunched up around your waist, baring your pussy to the springtime sky and his punishing hands.

“Do you want three more?” Steve asked, lifting his hand in warning.

Your body gave an uncontrollable spasm at the thought of him spanking your cunt three more times. He’d already delivered ten ruthless smacks to your most sensitive place, and, on the last one, you’d shrieked at the mixture of pleasure and pain that swirled through your body, making your mind go fuzzy with the sensation.

You felt like little more than a live wire, your pulse pounding through your pussy, which was leaking your arousal onto the blanket beneath you.

Part of you wanted more of Steve’s brutal treatment, but you weren’t certain you could survive it. That tiny thread of uncertainty had an apology tumbling past your lips.

“I’m sorry, daddy!” you cried, trying to squirm away from Steve’s raised hand. A thrill went through you when you didn’t move an inch, not with how firmly Steve held you pinned to the blanket with his arm banded across your legs, holding them to your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Steve lowered his hand to your throbbing core, rubbing his fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness all over you, making a mess of your puffy, swollen pussy. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?” he asked in that same deceptively calm voice that you associated with danger.

His fingers brushed your clit, scattering your thoughts on the wind drifting through the field of flowers and it took a long moment for you to gather your thoughts enough to respond. In that time, Steve slowed his hand until his fingers were barely teasing your clit.

“I’m sorry for frolicking into you, daddy, and tackling you to the ground,” you forced out in between gasping breaths. Your hips bucked up into Steve’s hand, wordlessly begging for more of the delicious friction he’d been giving you.

He didn’t speed up his teasing fingers, though, he watched you squirm beneath him. “And why did that make daddy unhappy?” Steve asked, his tone warming as you became more desperate.

“Because I could’ve hurt myself,” you whimpered, fighting against his firm grip to eke out more pleasure from his hand. Instead, he pulled his hand away, making you whine pleadingly.

“Good girl,” Steve cooed, leaning over your body and pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. Then he kissed your lips as if in reward. “D’you want daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” he asked in a low rumbling voice that had heat trickling down your spine and settling heavily in your pulsing core.

“Yes, daddy,” you whined, grabbing onto the lapels of Steve’s jacket and trying to hold him close.

He indulged you, keeping his face close to yours and kissing you deeply while his hands made quick work of his pants and pulling out his cock. He was already hard enough that you could feel him twitching and it didn’t take much angling before the tip of his thick length was pressed between your puffy folds.

You broke away from Steve’s kiss to moan mindlessly when he pushed inside you, your aching cunt making the pleasure of his cock sinking inside you feel even more exquisite. Your entire existence narrowed down to the place where your bodies connected, inch after inch of Steve’s hard cock pushing into your soft pussy.

“Good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well,” Steve murmured praise against your lips as he impaled you with his length. When he was buried inside you, Steve gathered you up in his arms, pinning you to his chest while he set a slow, mind-meltingly delicious pace of rocking into you. “You took your punishment like such a good girl, baby,” he rumbled in your ear. “You’re so good for daddy—daddy’s perfect girl.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms and legs around Steve and clinging tight to him. Your bodies writhed together, your lips kissing every inch of skin you could find as you thanked Steve over and over again for his punishment and praise. “Thank you, thank you.”

Steve fucked you, slow and hard, until he felt the telltale signs of your impending release. Then he sped up, rutting into you and grinding against your clit until he sent you hurtling over the edge of your release, making you scream your pleasure into the springtime afternoon. A moment later, Steve groaned in your ear and spilled himself deep in your body, emptying himself into your grasping cunt.

When both of you were sated, Steve rolled onto his back, dragging you with him to sprawl across his chest. He pressed his big hand to your lower back, keeping your bodies connected while you lay beneath the warm sun, enjoying the feel of each other and the intimacy of the moment.

A smirk pulled at the edges of your lips. “Y’know all of this could’ve been avoided if you’d just frolicked with me,” you murmured, a hint of teasing in your tone.

“Mm, and miss a chance to spank your pretty cunt?” Steve teased in return, smacking your ass lightly and making you giggle. “I’ll go frolicking in a field of flowers with you later, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice growing heavy with sleep. “For now, just be a good girl and keep my cock warm while I take a little nap.”

You huffed an exasperated laugh, but didn’t protest. Instead, you settled down on Steve’s chest, your face buried in the crook of his neck and enjoyed the feeling of his come leaking out around his length still buried in your pussy. You drifted off to sleep, content in Steve’s arms and the knowledge that field of flowers would still be there to frolic through once you woke up.

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