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Count For Me.

pairing: chris evans, x reader

warnings: spanking, fingering

word count: 1.4k

Chris had done nothing more than nibble on the sweet spot on your neck, and you were already giving him that love-sick dopey grin to let him know that you were teetering on the edge of subspace.

In your defense, it was hard not to when he had you seated in his lap, his hands roaming up and down your body, squeezing at your hips, whispering sweet nothings. It was bound to happen.

“I want to play a game.” he says, pulling away, cradling your face in his hands.

“Okay.”

“Pick a number between one and ten.” It throws you off a little, but you take a moment to think, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Umm…..nine.” you smile

“Good. Now pick a number between one and five.”

“Four.”

“Now multiply them together.” he prompts, making you pout. You were smart, and you could most definitely do math without a calculator. But your brain was already preoccupied by other things. Like Chris’ hand that had snaked its way between your legs and was drawing slow circles over your thong.

“Aww come on baby you can do it.” he chuckles, pushing your thong to the side, your heat coming into full contact with his warm fingers, “Multiply them together, what do you get?” He prompts, amused by how flustered you are. And you try your best to focus

“Umm, oh thirty-six!” You smile proudly.

Chris clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval.

No, no, no. You thought. Is that wrong? How could that be wrong?

“This might sting a little, baby.” Without much of a warning he’s manouved you so that you're laid across his lap, ass pushed up in the air, the little skirt you had on just barely covering your ass.

Oh no. You thought.

He placed one hand on your lower back, the other running over your cheeks, kneading and massaging them, preparing you for what you knew was about to come.

“Count for me baby, okay?” he asks, and when you don’t answer, he gives your cheek a little pinch making you answer, “Baby.” he warns.

“Okay, I’ll count.”

“Good girl. How many again?”

“Thirty- six.” you pout resting your head in your hands.

“Good.” He goes back to softly massaging each cheek, and he can feel your whole body tense up, “Relax. I’m not going to give you anything that you can’t handle.”

The first five still made you jump, but it was more out of shock than out of any real pain. He was gentle with them and gave them to you relatively quickly.

This won’t be so bad, you thought.

The next ten after that were a little more firm, but Chris was right. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Your little squeaks after each swat to your cheeks quickly started turning into moans as you began to feel Chris hardening his pants.

“How are you feeling baby? What’s your color?” He asks, checking in, a hand slowly roaming from your inner thigh, to the apex of your thighs, and he lets out a little chuckle as he feels the wetness that’d begun to drip. “Oop, looks like I have my answer.”

“I’m green.” You moan

Chris collects the little bit of wetness that’d begun to drip, running it from your entrance through your folds to your clit. You hiss at the soft contact, a complete contrast to the harsh blows he’s been delivering to your ass. He indulged you for a bit, letting his fingers graze over your clit applying just the perfect amount of pressure, until he slowly inserted one of his thick fingers allowing your velvety walls to wrap around him.

“Oh,” you moan out, gripping onto the sheets and slightly pushing back on his finger.

“That good?”

“Yeah.” You just barely get out, and Chris smiles down at you leaning down to plant a kiss to your right cheek, as his finger slowly begins pumping in and out of you.

He plays close attention to your tells, the way that you desperately gripped at the sheets in front of you. The way that your toes curled just a bit. How you began tightening around his fingers. He waited until you were just shy of falling over the edge, before he quickly withdrew his fingers and planted a quick harsh swat to ass.

“Ouch.” You cry out, looking at him over your shoulder. He quirks his brow up at you in a warning. “Sixteen.” You squeak out quickly.

“Good girl. Keep counting.” He massages the stick on your left cheek, squeezing it softly before getting back to work.

The second half went by excruciatingly slow, as he took his sweet time delivering the blows to your ass, each gaining more intensity as they went on. You were squirming around in his lap now, and it became impossible for you not to feel his hardening length through his pants. And once you did, you couldn’t think of anything else other than him stretching you out, with that thick cock of his. The feeling causing you to grow more aroused yourself, as you could begin to feel your wetness dripping.

You let out a little whimper as he delivered spank number thirty - one, and you were beginning to get impatient.

“Just five more, baby. You’re doing so well. What’s your color?” He asks, leaning down, planting a sweet kiss on the heated skin.

“Green.” you answer through a moan, just as his fingers begin to dip down between your thighs once more, toying with your very neglected pussy. Chris’ fingers always felt like magic to you. The only other thing that could beat it was his cock, but boy did you enjoy them anyway. He took his time working you closer and closer to the edge with his fingers, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. You were so focused on his fingers, and the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as you neared orgasm that you hardly registered the spank that he landed with his free hand.

“Honey.” He warns

“Thirty - two.” You moan out, “More please.” Chris obliges, adding a third finger filling you up deliciously. “Shit.”

He contiued pumping his fingers in and out, curling his fingers down, hitting that spot deep inside you that only he could reach. That only he’s ever been able to reach. You cry out just then, basking in the feeling just when he lands another two swats quick and fast. And just as the good girl you are, you counted them out for him.

“I can feel you sqeezin me, are you close baby?” He asks, picking up the pace of his fingers.

“Yes, please.” You moan into the sheets, holding on for dear life.

“You can come when you need to. Just tell me when.” He says, punctuating the statement with a particularly harsh smack.

“Thirty -five.” You pant out, and he comes down with another, the last one, and it’s enough to send you flying over the edge. “Thirty - six. I’m gonna -”

“Come on my fingers baby, come on.” He grunts out, tapping at that spot deep inside you, and it sends you over instantly, as your heart starts pounding in your ears, body trembling.“Oh, Good girl.” He coos, as he feels you contracting around his fingers. He fucks you through your orgasm with his fingers, leaning down, planting possessive kisses on your ass as you began to come down.

When he felt like most of it had passed, he slowly withdrew his fingers, lightly tapping your ass, signaling for you to sit up again on his lap. You did as instructed, and watched with lustfilled eyes as he licked his fingers, clean, eyes never leaving yours. It was a sinful sight; you couldn’t help but hide in his neck.

“You did so well. Look at me.” he prompts, fingers lifting your chin up to look at him, “There she is. You did so good for me baby, took that so well.” He leans forward, planting what was meant to be a short kiss to your lips, but you don’t allow him to pull away, deepening the kiss, causing him to chuckle into it a little. He mumbles more praises into the kiss, making you melt and squirm in this lap, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. You pull away, resting your forehead against his, a dopey grin on your face, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm and subspace. You let out a sigh, content with going to bed for the night. So you crawl your way out of his lap, but he stops you, an arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into his lap.

“Oh you think I’m finished with you?” He asks with a smirk collecting a fist full of your hair before tugging at the roots, “That’s adorable.”

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The Deals We Make

Summary: After getting him acquitted of his grandfather’s murder, Andy decides he wants more than just money for for keeping Ransom’s secret. He wants you too. [Dubcon, blackmail, loss of virginity, and explicit sex (oral m and f receiving), 18+]

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader x Ransom Drysdale 

Word Count: 2.4K

Author’s Note: For @sweetlyscared, my fellow basement wife who asked for Ransom, Andy, blackmail and the phrase “I’ve done so much for you. Don’t you think you owe me?” Thank you @wakingbeauty for beta’ing this mess!

“Really?” Ransom asks, brows raised. “My fucking maid? You got enough to put me in jail for two lifetimes and you want a crack at that little mouse?”

“I’ve done so much for you. Don’t you think you owe me?” Andy asks him, tapping the manila envelope on the table. 

The photos alone were enough to convict Ransom but the grainy security footage showing him hopping the fence at his grandfather’s mansion was the most damning. Andy buried it of course, he was paid handsomely enough by Linda to make sure her son never saw the inside of a prison cell. 

“Alright, but on one condition,” Ransom agrees. “We share her.”

“Why?”

“Cause she’s mine and I don’t like others playing with my toys first.”

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#bucky with the good hair CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) — dir. Joe & Anthony Russo

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STEVE ROGERS + Plaid Shirts in The Marvel Cinematic Universe (2012-2019)

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happy

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 4,008

summary: You realize you were wrong.

prompt: ‘someone you loved’ by lewis capaldi

warnings: swearing, cheating (but it’s not what you think)

a/n: This was written for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s writing challenge!  I had so much fun with this and I hope you enjoy!  Let me know what y’all think!  (Also, I stared at the word ‘happy’ for so long that I started to think it was wrong and I had to google it.)  (Also, I’m sorry this is literally right on the deadline.)

Bucky knew he had been asking too much.  The universe had already granted him more miracles than any normal person gets.  Steve, surviving the fall from the train, escaping HYDRA, being pardoned by the United Nations.

And then the universe had brought him to you. You, his brilliant girl.  You weren’t an Avenger, or anything close to it. No, you were a writer.  You created entire worlds out of just twenty-six letters, took words that were ordinary coming from other people’s mouths and turned them into magic.

God, he loved to watch you write.  He loved to watch the way you’d bite your lower lip as you stared at your laptop, sinking down into the cushions of his couch.  He loved the way you refused to write at a table.  Sometimes he’d catch you staring out the window and he’d snap a photo on his new phone, a soft smile on his lips as he looked back through his photo album more than what was probably considered normal.

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take it easy, romeo

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 4,086

summary: The Soldat remembers one person through it all.

prompt: “Take it easy, Romeo.”

warnings: swearing, violence, sassy!Soldat

a/n: This was written for @moonbeambucky‘s 5K Writing Challenge!  Congratulations!  Also, this was the fic that was meant to have a song attached to it, too, for the aesthetic that the Guardians of the Galaxy fight scenes and Thor: Ragnarok fight scenes have, but it didn’t end up happening.  If you feel like trying it, turn on ‘I Want to Break Free’ by Queen right when the flashback starts.  But like I said, it didn’t really end up happening.  Maybe next time.  Anyways, feel free to reblog and tell me what you think!

The Asset was fucking tired.  The mission should’ve been over by now.  Take out three dumbasses.  Easy enough, right?

Apparently fucking not.

There’s something vaguely familiar about the redhead, but he can’t quite place her.  Like he knew he definitely shot her at one point.  Hell, he could even see it in her face as she aimed her gun at him. She did not like him.

He really regrets not killing her as she shoots his goggles, rendering them useless.  He fell back, sitting on the ground before pulling off the goggles.  He tossed them to the side before getting back to his feet.

“Она у меня. Найди его,” he said to the HYDRA agent that stood beside him.  The sun was beating down on him, sweat on his brow.  His all black attire really wasn’t doing him any favors.

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but here i am

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 4,187

summary: After years of being separated from the Avengers, Bucky finds you during a job.

prompt: ‘You told me not to fall in love but here I am.  Coming back to you again was not the plan.  Barely coming up for air, what can I say?  Baby, I’ll go anywhere you take me’ - Pull Me Deep - Logan Henderson

warnings: swearing, violence

a/n: This was written for @fvckingavengers Writing Challenge!  Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy!

 “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

That stupid ass smirk tugged at James lips as he took in the sight in front of him.  Me with a knife in hand and standing over Harold Carr, billionaire and tech extraordinaire. There’s not a single hair out of place, my Valentino dress as pristine as ever.

“It’s been a while, sugar,” he said, and my attention is captured by the way his tongue flicks out over his lips.

I wanted to punch that stupid look off his stupidly attractive face.

I pointed the knife in my hand at him, the other hand going to rest on my hip.  “Get out. I got here first.”

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