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[ramp-it-up]

Great

Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, little sisters, talk of dildos, daddy kink of you squint, grey sweats, heavy petting, manual sex, saliva kink, pussy slapping, female receiving oral sex. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.

A/N: This is my entry for @afriendlyblackhottie’s Chick Flick Challenge. I’m getting back on the grind. I hope you like it. If so, let me know!

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The news of Aria’s marriage at 12:34 pm on a Tuesday went the way you thought it would. Tons of people making posts, crying, happy, complaining, but also creating free publicity for her new movie, Superbia. You managed to spin it the way you wanted, and it turned out to be a positive thing, everyone immediately copying her hair and outfit as they ran out of the courtroom in NYC. 

You watched the socials all night while Aria drunk texted you sweet, funny and finally, nsfw selfies of her and Topher. You laughed and posted one cute one of him kissing her on the cheek to her IG.

You finally went to bed at 2 am, looking forward to Aria’s honeymoon tomorrow, because it would give you a break from her. She had been one of many clients you had as a publicist, but as her star rose, so did your earnings from her and she insisted that you be her exclusive media manager and publicity director. You couldn’t say no; she was your baby sister and you’d always loved her to pieces. 

At 3:45 am you heard your phone ding.

You knew better, but you looked at it anyway.

“Shit!” 

You exclaimed and dropped your phone on the bed as you flopped down on it.

Aria wanted you to come with her on her honeymoon.

You asked the question, even thought you knew it was futile.

“Who has a group honeymoon?!?!?!?”

You knew the answer before she sent it. 

“Because I want everyone I love to celebrate our loveeeee!” 

Although you were the serious ambivert, very social when necessary, Aria was a people person. Since she was born there had been a constant party. And the announcement was leading to freebies and perks. She’d just accepted a free trip to Italy three hours after her wedding. She’d invited the whole crew to come with. That meant Topher's brother and best friend Trisha were coming. 

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

“Flight leaves at 10 am. See you then!”

You took another deep breath.

Shit.

You’d be stuck on someone else’s honeymoon with Steve Rogers, your disaster blind date from two nights ago.

The date had been terrible, from you constantly scrolling your phone and him calling you rude, to you calling him a trust fund preppy boy and you two glaring at each other over the table. You were pissed.

Steve, although hot as hell, was an asshole about it, barking at you that he’d grown up in a group home and enlisted in the army as soon as he turned 18 with his best friend, ending up flying combat missions in Afghanistan. Of course, you melted on the inside. But the night was already ruined, so you threw money down on the table and told him you were going home to scroll your phone, which for you meant working.

You told him to have a nice life as if you were never going to talk to him again. 

But then you remembered that he was one of Topher’s private pilots and that’s how Aria knew him. Well, you could be professional and not ever have to deal with him much.

Aria had to stop setting you up on dates, it was getting worse and worse. The next morning, you were going to tell her you were done with her matchmaking when she texted you she was at the courthouse. You made it there to stand beside her as he married Topher, her latest co-star and fling. Well, more than a fling now. 

The blind date was forgotten as the whirlwind occurred. And now, your blind date from the other night, who you’d made an enemy, had your life in his hands for the next 8 hours.

You boarded the jet without incident, and no sign of Steve.  Of course you were the only one on time and sat in the cabin, scrolling your phone, as usual.  You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Steve coming out of the cockpit. 

Steve Rogers in a pilot’s uniform was… you closed your mouth when you realized that you were staring at him and gaping. He was even more attractive than the other night. You went home and researched him and found that he was telling the truth. You felt terrible and hoped you could talk it out.

The problem was, he looked pissed to see you. 

Great. 

Steve was taken aback when he’d finished in the cabin and opened the door to see you there. You in leggings and a long fashionable hoodie was unexpectedly sexy.  He wanted the hoodie to be his and to peel the leggings off of you, but judging from the look on your face, you wanted to be a million miles away from him. 

“Um. Hello? I thought this flight was for the honeymoon…”

You bristled at him questioning your presence.

“It is. Aria, wanted a group thing?”  

You tilted your head. Steve loved the way you spoke in questions sometimes. And that head tilt. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He didn’t know what to say.

Steve started adjusting some dials on the front wall of the plane, probably pre-flight check something or other as he cleared his throat. You thought you heard him say, “Great.”

You shook your head and went back to your phone and when you looked up, he was helping the group enter the cabin, including one of the regular flight attendants, Sharon. and Steve’s co-pilot, James Barnes, boarded and began to help with the bags as well.

Sharon gave you a saccharine smile as she maneuvered between you and Steve. She bent over at the waist toward you, making sure that her ass was all up in his face as she asked you if you needed help with your bags. Steve moved around her and grabbed your bags before she could, taking them toward the front instead of the back, where they usually went.

“The back is filling up, I’ll put your stuff up here with the crew.”

For some reason that flew all over you and you got up to follow your bags, and the asshole who had taken them.

You moved around the partition to the small space between the cabin and the cockpit, as Steve stowed your bags into a deceptively spacious compartment.

“So are you saying that I’m the help and my bags don’t belong with everyone else’s? I’ll have you know…”

Steve finished stowing your bags and turned around, fire in his blue eyes as he stared you down.

“Hold on a second.”

His voice was low, but deep, and the look on his face both scared and thrilled you.

“I’m putting them up here so you can access them quickly and easily. It’s where my bags are stowed.”

He raised his eyebrow at you and bent his head closer.

“Are you calling ME the help?”

You felt as though there was a threat behind his words, almost as if you were going to get a spanking. And that you would like it.

You cleared your throat and straightened your spine, chin coming up so your eyes met his.

Steve looked into your face, those eyes, that skin, that mouth. He felt your body, especially your chest, nearer to him, and he gulped. He wanted to kiss you, but then remembered that you hated him.

Your stare turned to his lips as you had your own thoughts about what you wanted to do, but then two arms enveloped you from behind.

“THERE'S MY LOVIEEE!”

Aria pulled you close to her, and to Steve started moving around you two, trying to escape.

“Not so fast, Sir. I want to hear all about the date. I’m not going to have to fix her up again, am I? Her coochie has cobwebs from not having dick for over a year. And your dildo doesn’t count.”

Steve coughed and looked down at the floor, intrigued now that he knew that bit of information. God it made him want to feel you around him even more now. Visions of you and a dildo were everywhere in his head. He glanced at the baggage compartment, wondering if Jake was along for the trip.

You could feel yourself flush and you wanted to jump off the plane.

“Ha ha. Little Sisters.” You smiled at Steve. “They have a tendency to exaggerate and embellish.”

Aria was as pure as she was brash.

“Oh no. I remember when we bought him, three months after you broke up with Frank. You named it Jake.That was this time last year.” 

You heard Steve cough and you glared at him and then Aria. Her wide smile was so punchable right now, but you kept your composure.

“But I see that I interrupted some chemistry here. I’m glad I don’t have to find you yet another date.” She looked from you to Steve. “Or doooo I?”

Fuck. You couldn’t do it again. No more blind dates. You looked at Steve and silently pleaded with him. He caught your look and responded to Aria.

“It was… great.”

He didn’t sound too convincing, but when Aria looked back at you, she saw you nodding enthusiastically.

Aria smiled then pouted. “And here I am interrupting your moment.”

She waved her arms and pushed you up against Steve, heading to the main cabin. 

“I’ll give you some privacy.” 

You were shoved up against Steve, feeling his long, lean body against yours. His arms came up around you as you looked up into his face, feeling his breath fanning yours. You heard Aria singing.

“Y/N and Steve sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his uniform. Then you looked back up at him.

“Please. Just for the trip. It’s only for a week. I can’t go on another terrible date with a terrible human. I would owe you big time. I could fix you up with some pretty famous people. You have the right look.”

You thought that’s what he would like, since he didn’t like you.

Steve stiffened and pushed you away from him. 

“I’ll do it, because I feel your pain. No need for that kind of repayment. When Aria’s around, we’re hot and heavy. Got it. You probably need to go to your seat now. We’ll take off soon.”

He turned around and opened the cabin door, about to close it when a large hand came from behind you and stopped it.

“Excuse me, Steve forgets that he can’t fly for 8 hours by himself.” 

Barnes smiled at you, and you smiled back weakly. You were reeling a little from Steve’s disgust of you. Steve was already in the Captain’s chair as Barnes maneuvered around you and into the cabin. You turned around and went back to your seat before he closed the cockpit door. You put your earbuds in, pulled up your hoodie and tried to sleep off the bad vibes.

As they were completing preparations for takeoff, Bucky questioned Steve.

“So, are we going to spend the entire flight in silence as you brood over that beautiful woman you just pushed away out there because you’re too awkward to tell her how much you like her?”

Steve just glared at Bucky and then went back to the gauges.

“Alrighty then. 480 minutes of silence. Check.”

The plane landed in Genoa, and you were going to have to be driven to the Cinque Terre area, to the town of Riomaggiore. You had slept most of the flight, having not gotten any sleep the night before. 

That was both good and bad, because it was midnight, Italy time and you could stay up with Aria and keep and eye on her, but your sleep schedule would be fucked up for the forseeable future. 

Steve helped get your bags, but barely looked at you as you and he and Bucky, as you heard Steve call him, deboarded the plane. There were two cars waiting for you all on the tarmac, and Aria told you the moves for tonight and the accommodations.

“Oh, and you and Steve’s room will have it’s on ensuite bathroom…”

“Hold up. Wait. What? Me and Steve’s room?”

Aria looked non plussed. 

“Yeah? Is there a problem? I figured you two would want some quality time!”  

You rolled your eyes at Topher’s “Bow chica wow wow” behind you.

“After ONE date?”

Aria raised her eyebrow at you. “Yes, it’s time to retire Jake. Isn’t that right, Steve?”

Steve was amused despite the situation. “Look, I respect Jake…”

“Who’s Jake?”

Bucky wanted to know. You just glared at him and turned back to Aria.

“I’m sorry. But no. He can bunk with Barnes.”

“No, I’M sorry, but Bucky and Sharon have a room.”

You looked at all of them, confused. You thought she was after Steve.

“What, you didn’t know they were a thing?

Fuck. You could do this, you thought. 

“Okay…” 

You looked at Steve to see if it was okay, and he nodded, a small frown on his face. Great, you had to room with someone who hated you.

The ride to Riomaggiore was uneventful as you proceeded to post to Aria’s socials the progress of the trip so far. Steve was dozing and Sharon and Bucky were not so subtly feeling each other up under his jacket.

When you all arrived and got to your room, your mouth hung open. There was one full sized bed in the small room. The room was generous by European standards, but the bed was a problem. Steve was a large man, and there was no way.

“I’ll bunk on the floor.” 

Steve’s voice was deep, but tired. He’d just spent several hours flying you and your family safely over the Atlantic. You felt guilty.

“I’m going out with Aria and the crew. You take the bed and when I get back, we’ll see what’s up then. 

Steve didn’t argue with you, just put his bags down.

“Cool. I’m beat. I need a shower and sleep.”

Steve started undressing and you averted your eyes as he pulled his shirt off. Damn. Those abs. That v-cut. You should have brought Jake, but you had no privacy. Luckily, He went into the bath and started the shower before he got completely undressed.

You lay back on the bed and got yourself together. You had to admit that you were attracted to him, but you’d screwed it up when you made assumptions about him at dinner and now you were sure that he hated your guts. But would he mind rearranging them? 

You closed your eyes and fantasized about his bare chest and the next thing you knew he was waking you up by calling your name gently. You opened your eyes to a tired, bare chested Steve sitting on the bed next to you. You sat up.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”

He gave you a tired smile. It was very nice. 

“No worries, just didn’t want to… you know.”

You got out of bed to let him have it, noticing that when he stretched out that he was wearing grey sweats. Damn.

“It’s all yours.”

You bit your lip as you said it.  You looked up at him and if this was another situation, you’d jump on top of him.

“It is, is it?”

Steve chuckled, but then turned around and immediately got comfortable, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. All you wanted to do was smooth his hair out of his eyes as they drooped with exhaustion. But you just stood there and watched him fall asleep.

You got your things together and quickly showered yourself, slipping into something more appropriate for partying and tipped out of the room without waking him.

You got back in at 6 am, when Aria and Topher finally went back to their suite. You crept into the bathroom to change into your sleep clothes and brush your teeth, praying you didn’t wake Steve, but it seemed that he was awake already when you came back into the bedroom.

“Hey, come here, y/n.”

He sounded sleepy and angry about something.

Shit, you woke him up. You moved to the bed and saw that his eyes were closed.

He sighed and turned onto his back. You watched his face, which was relaxed, and then the sly smile that appeared while his eyes were still closed. Damn, he was pretty. 

“Y/N!”

This time he groaned your name. Was he talking in his sleep? You felt like an intruder, but you were curious. You leaned closer to him.

“Fuck Jake the Dildo. I’m gonna make you cum on my cock, y/n. I’ll make that pussy mine. No more toys.”

You couldn’t belive what you were hearing. Steve was talking about fucking you. For some reason you felt elated, yet paralyzed, horny and intrigued. You didn’t hear any more, so you crept toward the other side of the bed and pulled the covers back, only to see that Steve had a giant boner. And giant was an understatement. Damn. He would give Jake some competition, judging from the size of him. But he was asleep and it was just his subconscious at work. He didn’t really feel anything for you. Distaste was the most you could hope for.

You tried to get into the bed and not touch him inappropriately, hanging on to the very edge of the mattress. When you got settled, however, you felt Steve turn around and put his arm around you. You felt him grind his boner into your ass and you definitely didn’t hate it. But it wasn’t right.  

You jumped out of the bed and Steve finally woke up, blinking his eyes at you in the dim light.

He took in your form in your tank top and sleep shorts and was confused, then, he looked around and back at you.

“What’s going on?”

His voice, gravely with sleep, wasn't helping the moistness of your panties.

“I’m just trying to get some shut eye.” 

Your tone was annoyed, but you were annoyed at yourself, not Steve.

He nodded, looking at his phone for the time. He got the clue that you didn’t want him around. He began to get out of bed, his boner subsided.

“I’ll get out of your way then. Maybe we can sleep in shifts.  I’ll go for a run.”

You felt terrible about this entire situation. You sat down on the bed, tired beyond words at the tension.

“Steve, I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn’t have assumed. You’re a good guy, but I’ve ruined it, and now we’re in this situation and you hate my guts and now we have to pretend we have a thing and this week is going to be soooo long and… I’m sorry. This could have been so different.”

Steve sat back down on the bed. 

“I don’t hate your guts.”

You looked back up at him. 

“Come on. I’m not stupid? I was a bitch the other night and you haven’t said five words to me strung together and the before the flight you looked like you wanted to spank me and…I’m not stupid, okay?” 

You tilted your head at him and he smirked at you as he moved closer.

“You’re right and wrong. You were rude, but the reason that I haven’t said much to you is because I definitely don’t hate you.”

His eyes moved to your lips.

“And I did want to spank you before the flight.”

Your nipples hardened and he moved his eyes downward to see them staring at him. They looked so good through your tank top that he licked his lips.

“Fuck.” You said, whispering.

“Fuck?” He said, tilting his head at you.

“Fuck!”

You said, whimpering louder and leaning forward, jumping on top of him as he took possession of your lips.

His cock got hard again almost immediately against your thigh. You opened your legs and straddled him, gaining pressure and friction at your core where you wanted it.  You came up for air and tried to sit up, as his large, strong hands held you by the waist, making you stay down and take his new assault at your neck and down your cleavage.

Steve let you sit up and you started moving against him as his hands went under your tank top to find your insistent nipples. You threw your head back and moaned as he first gently, then with more pressure, fine tuned your body to his frequency.

“Shit, Steve.”

“What do you want, Doll?”

The pet name made you feel some kind of way and you opened your mouth as your hands went to his chest to steady yourself as your soaked panties and shorts rubbed against his dick.

It was at that point, that Steve’s slim hips started pistoning up into you, bringing you embarrassingly close to the edge. Fuck, it had been too long since someone else had touched you.

Steve watched you use him to begin to get off and got possessive. He felt triumphant and wanted to be the only one to make you feel like this. He sat up and captured your lips with his again. You put your arms around his bare shoulders and started lightly scratching his back.

Steve’s hand was on the outside of your shorts, tracing up and down the seam of your pussy lips and making you feral for his touch.  You were sucking his tongue now, as if your action would give him a clue to what you wanted to do to him, to have him do to you. He pulled back from you, pupils lust blown as he looked into your eyes.

“I said, what do you want? Can I touch you here?  Can I feel how wet you are for me?….” Steve groaned at the fact that you were letting him do this.

“Yes, Steve.  Please…”

Quickly, Steve’s long, nimble fingers moved up to reach inside your waistband and slipped down to your soaking wet slit, gliding up and down and around your clit, which was hard and almost vibrating with arousal.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you threw your head back, humming with the impending peak of your desire.

“Already Doll? From just kissing and my fingers? You make me feel….”

Steve pulled your tank top off and grabbed your nipple with his lips, pulling at it insistently as he played in your slit and circled your clit with his tongue. He licked around your areolas sloppily, leaving them as wet as your pussy. Within seconds, the coil inside you snapped and you arched into his hand, your back somehow now against the bed as he made you stay still and take what he was doing to you.  He watched you ride the waves of pleasure and whispered praise into your ear.

“Such a good, good girl for me, almost immediately. I can’t wait to clean up this mess you’re making.”

“S-Steve.. I…”

“Shhhhh.” 

Steve crawled down your body, pulling your panties and shorts off, spreading your thighs with his hands and holding you open so that he could see you. 

He shook his head and bit his lip.

“Damn, I knew you would be beautiful, but this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He looked up at you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled them out, wetter than they had been before and dripping with saliva.  You watched as he inserted two into you slowly and roll his beautiful eyes.

“Fuck, so tight. But so wet. Did I do that?”

You shuddered and nodded, closing your eyes in ecstasy at the sensations.

“Eyes, here.” 

He commanded you and you obeyed as you watched him dip his head and almost his entire face except for his eyes and forehead into your pussy.  He held your gaze as you reached down and grabbed his hair. He licked you up and down, stopping at your clit to suck every so often. You started squirming, and although he spoke it into your pussy, you clearly knew that he was saying, “Stay still.” You shuddered on his tongue and closed your eyes, trying to not cum again so soon.

Suddenly, you felt air and received a stinging, yet pleasurable slap against your clit. You yelped, and Steve put his hand on your mouth, which made you even wetter as he slurped you up.

Since you couldn’t move and you couldn’t close your eyes, you just cursed into his hand until you couldn’t take it any more, your eyes rolling back, your pelvis arching into his face, and your thighs clamping around his ears as you came even harder than before.

You must have been out for a few seconds as you felt him wrap his arms around you, snuggling under the covers. You reached behind you for his dick through his sweats and he moved back, out of reach. When you brought your hand back in front of you is when he got close again. You felt his arousal, yet he wasn’t giving you any.

“Just sleep for now. This is going to be a long week indeed.”

His baritone soothed you a bit and you thought better of protesting as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up a few hours later, alone in the bed. Steve must have regretted what happened.

Great.

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Bedroom Eyes

Summary: maybe working on New Year’s Eve wasn’t always a bad thing

Pairings: Chris Evans x interviewer!Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, fake dating, smut, daddy kink, rough sex, over stimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

(A/N: this is for my chick flick challenge!!! Yay finally putting something out ☺️☺️ not edited 👍🏾 like, follow, reblog with a comment and thanks for reading 💜 ✌🏾)

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Six months ago you and your boyfriend decided to ‘go on a break.’ Whatever that was supposed to mean. It’s just things hadn’t been clicking and you thought maybe some time apart would bring you back together.

So you moved out of your shared apartment and in with your best friend who promised to make you get butt naked ass wild. Whatever that meant. It all sounded like fun and games and it technically was but you’d kissed one fucking guy and David lost is goddamn mind.

And then the truth came out.

For all the yelling and the bitching about you, it wasn’t you. David had made the decisions for you without you even knowing. It was over. That was that. His new girl was moving in. Taking up your spot in the bed. She got to be the one to steal from his plate. It was her hand he was holding.

And you’d just gotten the honors of seeing it up close and personal for the very first time.

By now you’d kind of adapted to being single. Started getting used to waking up alone. It was kind of nice because you got to spread out. There were definitely pros and cons to the whole situation.

Didn’t have to worry about feeding him anymore. That was nice. Only had to worry about you. Even if you kind of liked cooking for him. But he was so picky it got so annoying.

God you missed the consistent sex. Probably most of all. That rose clit stimulator was fun but you were dying for even a little bit of penetration.

You’d been together for so long you’d forgotten what it was like to just be. Alone. Just you. Like what did you really like. Did you even like The Walking Dead or was it just because he liked The Walking Dead. What kind of food did you even like. Music? Did you even like music. Or art. There was just so much to rediscover.

And you’d been on your way. Even got a sweet new gig . Hell you were doing great. So why the hell did it still feel like you’d gotten punched in the stomach when you saw them together.

“H-hey,” you stuttered out. You couldn’t help it as you picked her apart. From her hair to her clothes. At some point you just got petty in your head and god you didn’t want to be one of those girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you all smiley and shit. Like we get it. God you sounded like such a hater. But who could blame you. You were pretty fucking salty. “Wha- what’re you doing here?” He asked all enthusiastic this smile spreading across his face.

She put her hand on his bicep and all you could think was, ‘girl, calm down. Nobody want him.’ Like a liar.

“Just hanging out,” you replied. “You must be Melissa.”

She nodded. “Uh huh. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh wow wish I could say the same for you,” you said through your forced smile. You didn’t mean to sound so bitchy it was just you were fucking hurt. He’d moved on so quickly. Like had dropped an entire bomb on you that he’d met someone.

Honestly you’d only been here because you’d gotten invited last minute which made it even more fun that you’d run into them. And by fun you mean you wanted to pull out your eyelashes.

At least, Your sweet new gig came with some perks you admit. Had gotten to take home some pretty cool freebies. Like the new iPhone you’d gotten in a gift basket. Or all the meals on company dime. Yeah interviewing celebrities definitely came with it’s perks. Even when it meant working on New Year’s Eve, which ended up being worth it.

Well okay it would come with more perks but this had been your first big story. The actor you were interviewing was only free today since he was flying out soon and no one else had wanted to work on the holiday but it was kind of paying off for you.

You met up at this cafe which you were supposed to use to pay with the card your manager had given you except that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d been way sweeter than you’d expected and you don’t know how the two of you ended up sharing your life stories but you had.

Questions had been abandoned for conversation instead. Didn’t even look at your notepad at some point. Besides you were pretty sure all of this would stick in your mind. And that’s why he invited you to come out tonight. Neither of you wanted to stop talking.

It wasn’t like a date or anything. Just the two of you had been having fun. He was easy to talk to. First covering your childhoods because for some reason while you were supposed to be asking questions he kept going ‘hmmm what about you?’ like he wanted to hear all about it.

And he was really, really hot so it made you wanna talk longer.

Since the break had officially turned into a breakup your best friend had been trying to press you about getting yourself out there. Had tried tinder which was like a wasteland if you were being honest. And you ended up being uninterested in all the guys your friends tried to play matchmaker with.

“Um, are- are you here with anyone?” He asked, almost nervously.

“Hey, Babe, got your whiskey sour,” Chris said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders after handing you, your drink. It was like he’d been on cue. Great timing, Chris.

“Thanks,” you said smiling up at him. Hopefully showing that you were trying to express the double meaning with your eyes.

“Holy fuck, you’re Chris- you’re Chris Evans!” David laughed almost sounding sarcastic. You recognized that as his ‘well that’s fan-fucking-tastic,’ laugh. The one he did when he was nervous. “That’s great.”

Oh this was good. This was so good. Maybe he’ll finally stop texting you when he’s drunk now. Telling you, ‘she’s not you,’ as if you forced him into it. You weren’t the one that ended things.

“Yeah, hi,” he said. “And you are?”

“Chris, this is David,” you introduced. “Oh, and, Melissa.”

“Hi.” Melissa giggled out, eyeing him up and down

“David and Melissa… are they the ones we met at that charity gala?” He asked like he was deep in thought.

“No,” you laughed. Wow he was really selling this thing. “David’s my ex. Melissa is his new girlfriend.”

“Oh well it’s nice to meet you.”

“So how did you two meet?” David asked through gritted teeth.

“Work,” he said. “She interviewed me and we just hit it off.”

“Wow that’s… really, really cool.”

“Anyway it was nice meeting you, David. Gotta say thanks for not seeing what you had.” And that was how he finally pulled you away as you tried to keep in your excitement until he was far away enough.

“That was amazing,” you squealed as soon as you were far enough. Throwing your arms around him. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “You’re welcome. Figured you needed some rescuing when you looked like a cornered puppy.”

Your jaw dropped and you pulled away to smack his stomach. “Hey!”

Chris did this cute little smile and then rubbed the spot you hit. “I bail you out and then you abuse me?” Then he looked back at where they were. Seeing David looking right at the two of you. Chris’ eyes drifted back over to you before laughing. “Well guess you’re my date for tonight.”

“You’d do that?” You asked. Fuck he was hot.

“Yeah,” he replied. “LA is a small town. I’ve ran into so many exes. Wish I’d had someone to swoop in sometimes.”

“Well, thanks for swooping in for me,” you said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “Alright, you wanna really get under his skin?”

You nodded not being able to stop the smile spreading onto your voice. “I’d love to.”

Chris grabbed your hand. You tried to not be too obvious that you were watching David’s reaction as Chris pulled you to the dance floor.

You were having too much fun hanging with Chris if anything. Doing shots and dancing. Your ex trying to sneak looks at you which you’d started paying less and less attention to as the night went on. Kinda hard to notice him when Chris was your date.

As midnight started inching closer and closer you kind of started to get nervous. Were you supposed to kiss him. He wasn’t going to kiss you, was he? Well guess it depends on how dedicated he was to his craft. You damn sure didn’t mind. Hell the two of you had ditched his friends a long time ago.

He’d just been so sweet all day. If you weren’t convinced he wasn’t just nice you’d think this was a real date with the way he was acting. He’d went off to get another drink and you’d went to the bathroom. As you washed your hands Melissa came in beside you, side-eyeing you as she was going into a stall. You crinkled your nose, hurrying the hell up. You were having a good night. You did not wanna deal with them.

Of course life couldn’t be that nice as David was waiting outside the door. You tried to walk passed him only for you to hear a, “Y/N, wait.” As he grabbed you by the arm to pull you back before you could walk away.

“What, David?” You asked.

“I just… are you really with Chris?” He asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t aware that I had to,” you replied.

“What? I told you about Melissa.”

You scoffed. “Yeah because you dumped me for her.”

He huffed. “So? A heads up still would have been nice.”

“I don’t owe you anything, David,” you said trying to turn around so you could walk away.

“Don’t owe me anything? I’ve missed you so bad lately and you think you don’t owe me anything.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “That’s not my problem.”

“Everything alright over here?” Chris asked once again swooping in.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you replied with a sigh not even in the mood to hash this out.

“It’s almost midnight,” he said.

“Y/N,” David huffed, “come on. Let’s just talk.”

You sent a tight-lipped smile his way before getting closer to Chris. “Maybe later. I don’t wanna miss the countdown.”

Chris grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. Finally pulled you away just as you could hear the:

“10…”

“…9…”

He turned to face you as the both of you started doing the same as everyone else in the crowd. Glancing up to see David still standing there.

“…8…”

“…7...”

Was Chris really about to do this? He put his hand on your face. Stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“…6…”

“…5…”

He was seriously giving you those bedroom eyes too. Was this apart of him playing up as your date or was he serious.

“…4…”

“…3…”

Was this supposed to really be a date?

“…2…”

Goddamn he was so…

“…1! Happy New Year!” The rest of the crowd cheered but you couldn’t even get it out as Chris pressed his lips to yours.

You found yourself putting your hands on his strong shoulders. Feeling all tingly as he grabbed you to deepen it. Dear god he was so yummy.

When he pulled away he grabbed your hand. You got a quick glance at David who was looking at you in such disbelief. Oh well. Sucks to suck.

As the two of you sat in the VIP section this time you giggled over nothing. Falling back into your easy conversation like you were before.

“Okay, but guarantee your publicist is going to kill me,” you said with a giggle.

Chris snorted out a laugh. “No she won’t. She’ll just yell at me. Don’t worry I’ll take full responsibility.”

“Yeah I’m sure she’ll understand. I just fell under your spell.”

“Exactly! If anything she’ll feel sorry for you. Just make sure you cry extra hard.”

You laughed. Tilting your head back. “Well I’m sure my boss is really going to enjoy it when I write my article about my night being Chris Evans’ fake date.”

“I’d read it,” he said. “Besides, this fake dates feeling kinda real to me. We did kiss.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said your face feeling all hot.

Chris licked the corner of his mouth as he got close to you again. Putting his hand under your chin. “And I dunno about you, but I’m open to doing it again. If that’s okay?”

You nodded as you pursed your lips. Feeling suddenly self conscious from the way he was looking at you. Was your hair okay? Lipstick?

You didn’t really have anymore time to think as he started kissing you again. This time letting it linger. Leaning you back against the couch so he could get the best access.

“You wanna get outta here?” He asked pulling away. “Go back to my place?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I’d like that.”

Chris kept his hand on the small of your back, making you giggle, as the two of you tried to find the exit. Not bothering to say bye to your ex even when you passed him. Why would you when you were here with him. Literally who the fuck cares about anything else when a man like this was trying to take you home.

The two of you kept talking until he pulled up to a red light where he ended up pulling you into a quick kiss. Kind of nice knowing that it really wasn’t all for show. To be honest things could end right here and you’d be pretty happy. Hell it could end tomorrow and you’d be happy then too.

By the time you got back to his place he did the usual. Introduced you to his dog. Offered you a drink. Ended up pouring the both of you a glass of wine as Dodger played at your feet.

“No, no, no I refuse to believe that!” You shook your head. Giggling.

“What!” He gasped sitting beside you. “Do I look like I would lie to you?”

You giggled again. “Yes.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh whatever.”

“You’re not an actor for nothing,” you replied.

“I guess,” he said with a chuckle. Then he looked over at you out of the corner of his eye before grabbing the back of your chair to pull you closer.

“Hey!”

“What?” He chuckled. “You were too far away.”

“Well, you could have asked, Sir,” you said.

Chris smirked, one eyebrow raising up. “Ohhhh, sir… I like that sound of that,” he said sitting back. “Maybe you should call me that more often.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? think I’ll need to?”

“Depends?”

“On?”

“If you can handle it,” he said putting his face close to yours.

“I think I can do that,” you whispered.

Chris licked his lips putting his hand on your cheek so he could bring you closer. Swiping his lips across yours quickly. “Have I told you how fucking pretty you are?”

You shook your head. Your face getting all warm. “No,” you whispered again this time feeling all shy.

“Well, I think you’re very pretty,” he whispered back before kissing you again. This time you put your hands in his hair as he started getting deeper. Fuck this was not how you’d been expecting your New Years to go. What a way to kick off the year.

When he added his tongue you let out the most embarrassing moan. He was just such a good kisser. And then he put his hand on your outer thigh. Inching up and running over your hip. “And you’re a good kisser,” he’d pulled away to say not even giving you a chance to respond before pulling you back in.

You might be actually having heart palpitations.

Finally he pulled away again to stand up. Helping you up with him. Then leaning down to kiss you again. “Let me give you a tour,” he said against your lips.

“Right now?” You asked with a pout.

“Mhm, want you to know your way around,” he said before kissing you again.

He held your hand as he made his way through the place. You’d already seen the living room when you’d walked in so he moved on before finally getting to his bedroom. Getting behind you and kissing all on your neck.

“And this is my room,” he’d said in your ear. Making you shiver as he kissed on you.

“It’s nice,” you breathed out. Pushing your ass back against him. Letting out a little gasp as you made contact against his cock. “Oh, fuck, Chris.”

“Mmm fucking like that sound.”

You leaned back so you could kiss him again. “More,” you whimpered as he started grinding against you.

That’s when his hands finally made their way to your chest. Grabbing all on your tits

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

One hand staying there as the other trailed down your body until it was to your crotch. That’s when he started rubbing you there over your dress. Making you try to get more contact on him.

“Just take this off,” he said with his lips all up in your ear as he started reaching for the hem. God it was just so… ugh you could tell you were wet a fuck.

Chris finally turned you around. Putting his hands on your ass. You don’t think you’d ever been kissed like this. With this much passion and want. Like there was this neediness, but at the same time no rush.

He smacked your ass making you yelp out another moan. Chris pulled away for a second so he could take his shirt off.

“You have tattoos?” You asked tracing your fingers over the words on his chest.

“A few,” he said as gripped your ass.

“Ow,” you whined trying to reach behind to make him loosen up. Only for him to let go and then come back against it with a smack. “Fuck.”

Hands going back up your body so he could undo your bra turning you back around so he could grab on your naked tits again. Pinching your nipples. “Get your ass on the bed.”

You did as you were told watching as he stalked over to you. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about being naked in front of such a man.

“No, no. None of that,” he said as he moved your hands away from your body. “So fucking beautiful. You don’t hide yourself from me. Lay back, Baby. Lemme make you feel good.”

You nodded and did as he said again. He was still looking at you like he wanted to eat you up and after he kissed down your body you were pretty sure that’s exactly what he was about to do.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned as he pushed up your thighs. Licking his chops before leaning in a little closer to place kisses on your thighs. He leaned down to press his lips to your still covered clit. “These are cute panties, Baby. I like them,” he said all raspy before licking at the wet spot.

You gasped. “Fuck.”

Then he traced his fingers up and down. Making you breath out heavy. “Where’s your manners, Baby?”

You tried to rely but he kept kissing you there and then doing this thing where he’d lick and it was just driving you so frantic. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered tilting your head back. “Oh, fuck, oh please. I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“That’s better,” he replied with a little chuckle. Fuck he was getting pleasure out of treating you like this? Sadistic.

“More,” you moaned because well that sounded good to you.

Finally he pulled your panties to the side. “So goddamn pretty. C’mere,” he groaned before raising up to sit on his knees. Trying to get your panties off. Pulling them down your legs. “That’s my girl.” He pushed your thigh back up as he looked down at you.

Oh my god. It was like… he was hotter than you’d… like he was really doing… like you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening. Fuck couldn’t even get your thoughts together. Face all fuzzy. Seriously he was looking at you like he was about to fuck you all night.

You wanted him so goddamn bad.

“Chris!” You raised up to tangle your hand in his hair. Tugging on the ends. “Oh my god!” Your hips stuttered up.

He in returned pinned you down. Wanting to keep you exactly where he wanted you. Like was it not enough he looked like a fucking daydream he had to eat you out like you were the best thing he ever tasted. Holy fuck. You were gonna fucking-

“Ah!” You screamed out as you squirted. Feeling like every nerve in your body was about to push out of you. Stomach clenching. “Holy fu- Chris!”

He kissed up your body until he was at your lips. The clinking of his belt buckle as he was barely undoing his pants. “You ready for me?” He asked getting in your ear again. His mouth felt amazing between your thighs but you kinda missed him like this.

He put his thumb against your clit make you let out this mewl. God you couldn’t believe you were really responding to him like this. He just felt so fucking good.

The quick sound of him undoing his pants was making you need more from him. “Chris, please,” you whimpered.

“What? Tell me what you want, Baby. I’ll do it.”

Oh fuck you think you’re about to fucking cum again.

When you’d interviewed him this morning at some point it did start to feel like a date. Just the way the two of you spent like… all day there until it was time to close. It was a holiday and those people wanted to go the hell home. Even if they were more than happy to keep bringing Captain America cookies.

It had been a long time since you’d talked to someone the way you did to him. The way he just… listened when you talked. Like he was the one interviewing you. Or like he really wanted to know things about you. 

But you have to admit you had not been expecting to end up like this. He was Chris fucking Evans. Movie start. Hollywood heartthrob. Sure this might not go anywhere but at least you knew he’d fuck you right. Like so right. This man might be dangerous. He should not be able to look at you like that or touch you like this. It should be illegal.

But you wanted more.

“I want you to fuck me,” you confessed. “Please? Pretty please?”

“See I knew you could be a good girl. Such good fucking manners.”

Oh, fuck.

He finally pulled his dick out and you just had to see okay. Like you needed to know. Not for the article or anything. Don’t worry you were keeping it to yourself, but still you wanted to see.

God it was a good thing your coworker wasn’t able to make it. All you’re saying is if you were her you’d be pissed. Imagine getting this close to Chris Evans dick but you weren’t going to make it in time only for it to go to a smaller contributor.

“Fuck,” you groaned as it finally caught your eyes. Of course this pretty fuckin’ man would have a pretty ass dick to match. Fuck you wanted to- “Ah!” You yelped as he pushed the tip to your opening.

“Gonna fuck you nice and deep,” he said as he pushed the head in a like.

“Fuck,” God you sounded so whiney and pathetic.

You wanted more.

“Chris!” You cried, as he started kissing you. He was just pushing in so deep. His belt buckle smacking against your thighs until he finally took it out of the loops to drop it on the floor.

Dunno. Feeling pretty powerful that you’d made Chris Evans wanna fuck you so bad he couldn’t even wait to take off his pants before sliding in home to you.

“So damn tight. Can barely fit my dick in you,” he groaned. “So goddamn wet.”

“Don’t stop,” there was this tinge of desperation in your voice. “Please, don’t- ah- Chris!”

He’d filled you up to the hilt just then. Had your eyes watering. Face all screwed up. Goddamn. He felt so fucking good. You wanted more. So much, much more.

He wrapped on arm around your thigh to bring your knee up by your ear, while the other went under your head. He was just so close. Like he wanted you to feel every roll of his hips. Fuck.

“Don’t- ugh- don’t stop!” You cried.

So he fucking didn’t.

You didn’t even know you could cum like this. Just one right after another. And that was before he even took his pants off.

When he finally fell to your side so he could push them down his hips. You sat up so you could get on your knees this time. Was it weird to say your mouth was watering from looking at his cock? Who cares. You wanted it in your mouth now.

“Damn, Baby,” Chris groaned as you slurped him up. Damn you were gonna get addicted to this. You just know it.

He put his hand in your hair, pushing your head down so he was in your throat. Eyes getting watery wants again.

“That’s fuck- fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Come here,” he said snatching you off so he could pull you onto his lap.

“Ah!” You let out this scream as he’d slid you down his length. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” He was just so fucking big and thick. You don’t really know how else you were supposed to act. It was just too much.

“That’s it. Bet your ex didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” He asked with a tight grip around your hips.

“Never,” you cried. “Fuck, Chris!”

“Good ,” he moaned. “Damn your ex was stupid. I wouldn’t let a pussy like this go.”

“Please,” you preened. Fuck you don’t even know what you’re begging for. You were just so over stimulated. “Fucking, please.”

“What you want, Baby? Just tell me and I’ll give you anything.”

Why did he have to look up at you like that. Was it not enough he was balls deep in your fucking guts? He had to look at you like that?

“I want-,” you tried to say but you couldn’t get a thought out this sob. Your next orgasm hitting you look a fucking freight train out of nowhere.

Chris chuckled and sat up. You looked so cute all fucked out. “I know, Baby. I got you.”

Honestly you felt like you were going to have a fucking mental breakdown. So you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sobbing into his shoulder as you came down his length.

Chris kissed your cheek and slowed down the movement of your hips. Ready to give you a moment. Fuck. He’d really done a number on you.

“It’s okay,” he said into your ear. “I’m here.”

You nodded and didn’t stop crying into his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He chuckled.

“It just felt too good. I got overwhelmed.” You sniffled.

“It’s alright,” he replied wrapping his arms around you, wanting to hold you. Bring you down a little. Let you know he wasn’t going anywhere. “It’s okay.” Chris kissed your forehead. “Here,” he said. “Lemme go and get you some water, okay?”

You nodded as you climbed off of him. He kissed your forehead again before moving away from you. Your body was twitching still. Little tremors running through you. Fuck. That was intense.

As you laid there, trying to get yourself together you couldn’t stop fucking shaking. Ugh. Well, it’s not like he wasn’t be sweet. But still. You were here in bed and breaking every rule with Chris Evans on your first time ever getting an interview like this, and you were tapping out?

That he’d literally went from helping you not look like in front of your ex and his new girlfriend and getting you water right now, and you were tapping out? You needed to get your shit together.

“Here,” he said sitting coming to your side to hand you the glass. “Gotta stay hydrated, Babe. Didn’t mean to wear you out,” he teased.

You chuckled as you took it from him. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” He asked. “We can take a minute.”

You nodded as he came to climb back in with you. Laying on his side the two of you facing each other.

Chris put his hand on your cheek. Stroking it with his thumb then placing a plump kiss on your lip. Why was he so cute. Fuck.

“I promise I won’t include this part in my article,” you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. “Well, it would definitely get a lot of hits if you did.”

“Your team would kill me. Hell my boss would kill me.”

He rolled his eyes. “They’d have to go through me first.”

“Look at you all tough guy,” you teased.

“Damn straight,” he said with a wink. “I take care of my woman.”

You raised an eyebrow even as your heart thumped so hard. “Oh I’m your woman now?”

He chuckled. “Working at it? I gotta be honest. I like you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he said. “I know we just met but… it’s like since this morning I haven’t wanted you to leave and… I don’t know.”

“No I feel the same way,” you said.

He sighed. “So I’m not being a total meatball?”

“Yeah,” you said with a giggle, “but I like it.”

“Good,” he replied leaning into kiss you. He climbed on top of you as the two of you deepened. Wow barely even able to give watch other a chance. But what can you say you wanted him.

He pushed your legs apart again. Rocking his hips into you. You tried to move up hoping he’d get the hint and push into you, but it didn’t seem like he was. Fucking tease.

“Gonna fucking ruin you,” he said into your ear. “Make you my girl. You wanna be my girl?” Then he started nudging his tip against your slit.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out cuz fuck even that felt good.

“Use your words,” he said.

Fuck. Fuuuuuck. “Yes, Sir,” you whimpered out the correction.

“Much better,” he groaned as he pushed into you. “Fuck!”

You were hugging him so tight like you were already trying to push him out. Sensitive pussy not able to handle him. “Shit, Chris. Fuck.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t put on a condom,” he groaned as he fucked into you. “I just… I wanna cum in you. So fucking bad. Just over and over and over.” He was getting so fucking deep. This man was really trying to fuck you into the mattress.

And you couldn’t even say anything back because it was just too damn much. What could you say. You’d already embarrassed yourself enough tonight. If you weren’t careful you’d end up crying from his dick again and you didn’t want him to stop again. You wanted him to never stop.

Fuck how the fuck are you already fucking cumming!

“Fuck you’re such a fucking Daddy,” you sobbed into his shoulder not being able to help it as the moniker slipped from your lips.

“Yeah? Am I?” He hissed. “Shit, Baby,” he groaned. Headboard slamming against the wall. “That’s it, Baby. I’ll be your fucking Daddy.”

“I can’t fucking take anymore,” you finally admitted.

“Don’t say that, Baby. You can give me one more. Just one more,” he groaned.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

“Yes,” he thrust in really deep making you gasp, “you,” he withdrew until just the tip was in, “can.” And then he did it again where he went balls deep.

Swear to god you were so fucking like how was he doing this to you it didn’t make any fucking sense.

“Fucking hold it. Hold it for me,” he said going a little faster. “You got it. You can fucking do it. Gonna cum in you. This my pussy now. Fucking hear me?”

He was just so animalistic and you were barely hanging on. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Losing your goddamn mind. How the fuck would he expect you to move on when he was doing this to you. Who the fuck else would be able to do this to you. You’d just gotten out of a four year relationship and you didn’t know you could cum like this until now. 

“Daddy, oh my god,” you sobbed again. “Fuck. I can’t hold on.”

“That’s okay,” he groaned. “Fuck. Cum for me.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded as his body got all ridged. Putting his hand around your neck as he started to feel his own orgasm catching up to him. “Fuck yeah. Cum for me, Y/N,” he said again.

Something about hearing him saying your name was just… it was all too much. Like everything was just too much. You couldn’t fucking stop. You knew your throat would be raw as hell in the morning.

It felt like he’d made you shatter into a million little pieces after having denied you while you had already had too much. Coupled with the feeling of him losing himself deep inside of you. Fuck. It was too much. And yet you know you wanted more.

“I think you broke me,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you. Sunlight had finally started to break through the curtains and he was barely letting you go.

Chris chuckled. Kissing your forehead. Sure you’d had little cat naps in between but each time he’d woken you up with kisses or by touching you. You were so fucking worn out. “I’m sorry. Alright come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You asked him.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m gonna just take the day. Besides it’s a holiday. It’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” you replied. “Well, good. Cuz I don’t think I can move.”

Chris chuckled. “Don’t worry I’m not letting you go anywhere. I want you to get some rest, okay?”

You nodded as your eyes started to feel all heavy. Hell you didn’t think you could hold on anyway.

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Snowed In

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’re forced to share a cabin with your ex…

Note: Here we have my entry for @afriendlyblackhottie​ Chickity Flickity challenge! Thank you so so much for including me I hope you guys like it!🥰

Warnings🛑: chick flick tropes, cheesiness, talk of divorce, remarriage, smut(touch starved, dom/sub aspects, dubcon aspects, oral(fem receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, slight praise kink, slight degradation, overstim)

How did you get stuck in a cabin for two weeks with your prick of an ex?

The one good thing you got out of your awful marriage to Ransom was your two beautiful children, a son and daughter. You tried your hardest to keep your distaste of their father hidden, but they knew, kids knew everything.

Every year the Drysdale/Thrombey family took a vacation to a cabin Harlan owned deep in the mountains. Unfortunately since you still had Ransom’s last name, you were required to go. You knew you didn’t have to, but your children always insisted and you couldn’t deny them. While you weren’t excited to be with their father or his family, their happy little faces were worth it.

You hated how Ransom still made your stomach flutter when you saw his stupid handsome face, and it didn’t help you hadn’t got laid since you’d split over a year ago. His smile when he saw his babies rushing to him had you tearing up a bit, god you were such a wuss. He only got to see them every other weekend due to his work schedule, part of the reason why you two got a divorce in the first place.

“Y/n…” Ransom greeted, his eyes lingering on your tits.

“Ransom, hope everything’s going well.” you mumbled, smiling down at your children who were attached to his sides.

“Almost finished with publishing so I’ll have more free time for a bit, I was hoping maybe we could discuss having some more time with them.” Ransom inquired, smiling down at the kids.

“Of course, you know I wouldn’t mind Ran.” you whispered.

“Great, we’ll set up times when we get back.” Ransom nodded, turning along with the kids and leading them inside.

The rest of his family greeted you kindly, Ransom coming back to help you with yours and the kids luggage. Your hands brushed together, the two of you lingering as your eyes met for a brief moment. You rushed by him quickly, feeling his smirk burning into your back.

The first few days went by smoothly, the kids loved playing in the snow like always, and excitedly requested their dad help them make snow angels. He agreed, and you secretly took plenty of pictures because it was such a precious moment.

Tragedy struck when it snowed over 20 inches, meaning you were trapped for god knows how long with your ex and his family with your children. This was not good, not good at all. Ransom would have a plan up his sleeve, he loves playing his games.

Ransom had seemed to take every opportune moment to make you flustered. First it was when you were showering and he “accidentally” walked in on you, then when he needed to get by you his hand brushed against your ass, and he always made his best effort to be as close to you as possible.

That night after playing in the snow all day, when the kids were all tucked in bed, you took that moment to confront him.

“What are you doing?” you huffed as he sat beside you on the sofa.

“I don’t know what you mean babe.” he winked, throwing his arm around you.

You shoved his arm off of you, irritated with his insistence.

“We’re not together Ransom, you need to stop.” you growled.

“Oh but we are, I never signed those papers.” he grinned, your heart seizing.

“What?” you whispered, your breath catching as he leaned closer.

“You and I are still very much married.” he chuckled, loving how frustrated you visibly were getting.

Of course he would do something like this, the fucking asshole had some nerve. It took everything in you to not punch him.

“You-You-!” huffs fell from your clenched teeth.

Ransom took that moment and smashed his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue in massaging yours. You hated yourself for melting into him, threading yourself fingers is his soft hair, and kissing him back like he’d never left.

He had you on your back in no time, slipping his hand in and up your sweater to grab your right breast. The pathetically whiny mewl that escaped your throat had Ransom smiling against your lips.

“Touch starved aren’t you baby? I know you haven’t let anyone else near what’s mine hmm?” he taunted, subtly rolling his clothed cock against your throbbing center.

“No, I can’t.” you whined, nipping at his perfect jawline.

“Mmmm I know baby, just a cockwhore for me aren’t you?” he grinned, nuzzling his face into your breasts.

“We can’t-the kids-” you gasped, arching into him.

“Quiet sweetheart, shhh.” he whispered, sliding his hand that was previously on your boob inside your panties.

You bit your lip hard to try and keep your noises in as his fingers glided inside you, growling at how wet you were. Luckily you heard the patter of little feet in enough time to get Ransom’s hand out of your panties before your youngest child ran to the both of you saying she had a nightmare and insisted both of you sleep with her.

“I not sleep wifout you and mommy.” she told her father.

You nervously glanced at Ransom who immediately pulled his daughter in his arms and tugged your hand with him to the room you’d been staying in. Ransom sat your baby in the middle of the two of you, gently lulling her to sleep. The two of you took turns doing your night routines before completely snuggling your baby girl in the middle of the huge bed.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” Ransom murmured, brushing his fingers over your cheek.

“We have a lot to talk about tomorrow.” you grumbled, still feeling the slight tingles in your lower regions.

“Can’t wait,” he winked, boldly leaning over and kissing your lips.

The next morning, you woke to being way too warm. This was due to your (ex) husband and your daughter being wrapped around you, and it was honestly the cutest thing you’d ever seen. She had most of his features and beautifully long eyelashes, your hand caressed her cheek as you looked at Ransom whose eyes were starting to flutter.

“Good morning Mrs.Drysdale.” he greeted smugly, your lady parts tingling at his deep morning voice.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of anything.” you grumbled, but Ransom held on to the fact you didn’t correct him with your name.

You managed to slip away from them, starting your morning routine while Ransom woke your daughter to get started on breakfast. This finally gave you some time to yourself which you’d had none of for the past week. It felt like your thoughts were whirling, especially with the fact Ransom never signed the divorce papers and let you believe he’d been done with you for over a year.

While you were in deep thought, Ransom left the kids with his parents so he could talk to you…well…more than talk hopefully. He’d given you enough space, he wanted his wife. You were changing when he entered, smirking at your flustered face as you yelled at him to knock.

“Think we’re past knocking baby, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, and almost last night.” he winked, making you even more frustrated with the sexual tension looming.

“That was not supposed to happen, in fact, it won’t happen again, Ransom. Keep your hands to yourself.” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ah but see baby, it will happen again…maybe even right now.” he grinned, the look so sinister it made you shiver.

Then he pounced, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the breath out of you. Hands were everywhere, it was hard to tell which was you and which was him. Clothes were torn off, moans bounced off the walls, and suddenly you were on your bed naked with an equally naked Ransom.

“You gonna let me in baby? Let your husband make you feel good?” he growled into your ear, grinding his cock into your very wet pussy.

“Yes! Yes, please baby fuck me!” you sobbed, all your walls you’d built crashing as Ransom roughly entered you.

His thrusts were primal, going at you like he’d never had before. The sound of skin slapping was almost deafening he pounded into you so hard, and god it felt so good. More than good, it was euphoric.

“Not gonna last long baby, haven’t had you in so long and you’re so fucking tight.” he grunted, moving his thumb to stroke your clit to get you there with him.

“Me either, please please cum in me, cum in me baby.” you babbled, scratching down his back as he hit your gspot repeatedly until you lost it.

“That’s it baby, cum for your husband.” he grinned, his heart fluttering as he missed the look on your face when he made you lose it.

“Ransom-” you whimpered when he didn’t slow, keeping his pace with his thumb still attached to your swollen clit.

“I know you got more in you sweetheart, give it to me.” he demanded, groaning when your eyes rolled back.

You almost blacked out the next time you came, Ransom in awe as you triggered his orgasm. He gently soothed you back to reality, kissing all over your face until your eyes focused fully on him.

“You alright honey?” he asked, his eyes scrunched with concern.

“Very alright handsome,” you whispered, pulling him back down for another sweet, slow kiss.

That night, you and Ransom shared the bed in your room. It was the first time in a long time you’d felt so content, like all your broken pieces had glued themselves back together.

“So, we telling the kids daddy is moving back?” you asked, propping your chin on his pectoral.

“Yeah baby, we are.” he chuckled, smiling as he rolled you over.

You and Ransom spent the whole night and well into the morning making up for lost time. Then when it was time to go, you went home as a family.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Girls/Girls/Boys

Summary: you don’t have feelings for your best friends you swear.

Parings: Thor Odinson x black!plus size! Reader x Brunhild ‘Valkyrie’.

Warnings: minors DNI, smut, stripping, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, reader is lowkey an awful person but it’s fun ✌🏾, ffm threesome, oral sex, D/s dynamics, brat tamer! Thor and Brunhild, rough sex

(A/N: named after the song Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! at the Disco. Also this was inspired by me watching Don’t Trust the B in Apartment 23 cuz that show was the shit. this is something I’ve been trying to write for forever. I couldn’t settle on who until I was like duh Thor and Brunhild. Duuuuhhhh. I don’t see why more ffm relationships aren’t written about so I guess I’ll do it Lmao anyway this is for my chick flick challenge hope you all like it cuz I know I fucking did. Like, follow, comment with a reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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Okay so maybe they’d fucked up.

It was just supposed to be a fun little prank that had obviously gone very, very wrong. Now the two of them were left shaking their heads trying to figure out the next move.

They were really worried about you. Maybe you hadn’t realized it but they cared about you so much. It just wasn’t supposed to get this far.

It happened two months ago when the two of them had come up with this idea. They’d been spending a lot of time together and they could tell it was getting under your skin.

Neither of them had meant anything by it. Brunhild had just been fun to hang around. And he invited her to this event instead of you.

Thor wasn’t doing it to be an asshole or anything. You were still his best friend. Besides you always complained at sporting events while drinking all the free booze. He thought he was doing you a favor.

Still he knew it hurt your feelings. So even though you were just friends it felt like he was at your beck and call more than usual. He doesn’t know, he loved that it was like that.

It worked out that way for both of you. First of all you were the best wingman. And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t hooked up with other people right in front of each other. Neither of you cared any other time.

Since you’d met he’d known you to be care free. You did whatever the hell you wanted and he loved that about you. Hell the first time you met was a one night stand but you ended up being awesome and it just kind of worked out that the two of you just liked having the other around. No one partied with him like you did.

You were the only person that didn’t judge him like everyone else did. For all his fuck ups and his scandals. Didn’t care when he woke up late or partied for days. Mostly because you’d be right there beside him.

Sure maybe Loki complained that you ‘enabled him,’ but you were the first time he got to just be. You just thought being friends with him was cool. That was it. You liked him for him and he was the same to you.

And he trusted you because at the same time you were the only one that told him the truth. Like when he did something lame. Or looked dumb on camera. Sure half the time it was because you were laughing at him but that’s what made all the difference. He didn’t know anyone as brutally honest as you were.

You were his hype woman. The one person that at least admitted that you cared about his bank account and to be honest he found it endearing. There was literally nothing he couldn’t tell you because you’d tell him straight up.

Then Brunhild needed a place to say while she was in town. So he offered up his place. Without even consulting you. As if your room wasn’t right down the hall.

It was just for business and he was going to be out of town anyway. You could use the company. Besides Brunhild was his friend. Not like she didn’t try to get along with you, but you were stubborn.

It wasn’t like she could ever replace you. Never that. It was just there were things you ditched him on that she liked. So when she decided to stay in New York for awhile with the two of you, he was excited.

He knew she’d wear you down eventually. When you saw that it was still you and Thor against the world you’d understand.

And it did happen. Brunhild finally managed to wear you down after she replaced the Chanel bag she’d ruined after a night out. Thor was honestly surprised that you were so cool about it but you looked at her and sighed going, “I guess it’s a start. I’m sorry, too.”

And since Thor had never heard you apologize before he knew things would be fine.

But now they may have pushed their luck.

Usually you were his go to drinking partner. So when him and Brunhild turned back up at the apartment drunk off their ass after you’d spent a surprising night at home, you seemed a little irritated about something but just kept saying you were fine as he sat down beside you.

“Pizza?” He asked in a slur, holding onto the box.

You shook your head, putting your hand up to decline.

Brunhild went to sit down on your other side. “You’re home? On a Friday? Are you feeling okay?” She teased.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled taking a sip of your beer.

“You should have seen Steve, Y/N,” he giggled. “We got him to ask this girl out-,”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s cool,” you said cutting him off with a yawn. Thor smirked and reached to grab the bottle out of your hands. Taking a sip. “Hey!” You protested, making grabby hands.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the next one. There’s going to be this really cool opening I thought we should go to,” Thor said ignoring you.

You being you, scoffed. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

As you walked by he smacked your ass and you looked back at him with a death glare before finally disappearing down the hallway.

“What was that about?” Brunhild laughed when she was sure you were out of earshot.

“Probably pissed we went somewhere with an open bar without her,” he said and then raised his arms up to stretch.

And that was that. That time.

Again by this time you were totally warmed up to Brunhild. Even having your own things you’d do together. Like going shopping and brunch. Not that the two of you weren’t always making him tag along. She’d turned into a sucker for you just like he was.

Still as you watched them talking and laughing amongst themselves you stood to the side fuming. Rolling your eyes. Pouting. The whole nine yards.

“Why else would she get mad!” Brunhild said with a laugh after you’d gone back home. Saying you were bored anyway. “Obviously she has a crush on you.”

“Yeah right,” Thor laughed.

“She so does are you kidding me,” Brunhild said.

“She’s just not used to sharing me,” he’d replied with a shrug.

“Bullshit and you know it.” She laughed.

“Fine. Prove it.”

And that’s when the both of them fucked up.

Things had been fun for a minute but they don’t know. It wasn’t like they hadn’t already liked spending time together. Things felt kind of nice as they tried to prove it to you but still it felt off without you. And now that you were totally ignoring them they weren’t sure if they should even bother keeping it going.

“Still not picking up,” Brunhild said biting her bottom lip. After another call that had went straight to voicemail.

They were supposed to be heading to Tony’s bachelor party and you’d made them swear they wouldn’t go without you. This was a big thing. Free drinks. Designer drugs. They couldn’t just go when you weren’t there. They’d already messed up enough.

If things were bad before that night things had only got worse when him and Brunhild had come up to you. Hand in hand. Claiming to be dating.

At first you’d laughed. Then laughed a little harder. Waiting for the two of them to join in. Instead they stood there managing to keep it in.

Brunhild had a point to prove. She wanted to show Thor that you had feelings for him even if you didn’t want to admit it. What better way to do that than by making you jealous.

God had it backfired.

At first you tried to act normal. Even pretending like things were fine. Going back to your normal bubbly self. Going out and partying like you normally would have. Until you slowly started doing it without them.

You’d come home in the morning with your outfit from last night on. Not that you didn’t already do that before. But it was an everyday kind of thing. He doesn’t think you were seeing anyone. As far as they knew you ‘didn’t do’ relationships.

You wouldn’t say anything. Would just hang for a minute before going to the bathroom to wash the outside world off of you. Then disappear into your room until night time where you’d leave and do it all over again.

Even when they’d try to get you to hang out with them. You’d just shrug and say sorry. You had plans. But they’d missed you. Had missed spending time with you.

Brunhild missed you forcing her to go to those warehouse sales. You’d come home with bags and bags and you wouldn’t even ask her to come anymore. Before you’d wake her up by jumping on her bed at the ass crack of dawn. Even though she’d tell you to bugger off before she actually kind of liked it.

Then you’d go get Thor and force him up the same way. The both of them stumbling in as you were instructing them on the game plan so you could maximize your purchase. If it was anyone else it would have felt ridiculous but with you they just liked seeing you all giddy. They missed that.

That last night they saw you, you’d been pouring a glass of wine in the kitchen. Brunhild was just so sure she could prove it that underneath ‘who cares’ attitude, there was something there.

So as the two of them were all coupley waiting for you to react, you just gulped down your glass. “Why don’t we go out tonight?” Thor suggested.

“I’m good. I have plans.”

“Cancel them,” he said. “We want to take you out.”

“Well I can’t,” you said. “I have shit to do.”

“C’mon, it’s been forever since we’ve hung out.” Thor pouted coming to hug you tightly. “I miss you, Dove. Don’t you miss me?”

Normally you would have pushed against him. Citing that you did not like affection. Instead you stayed right there and even let him kiss your cheek. Then Brunhild joined in. Also having missed you.

“We’ll do whatever you want, alright?” Brunhild said before pulling away.

For a minute you looked into her eyes and then away. Stepping back. “I can’t,” you said. “I really do have plans. Maybe another time.”

And that was it.

And they were worried sick. They couldn’t just go to Tony’s bachelor party without you.

Until they got a very clear picture of you dancing on a pole from Steve of all people. Clearly you’d found your own way in.

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Fuck Thor and Brunhild, you were having the time of your life.

Obviously you weren’t going to pass up on Tony’s bachelor party of all things. No matter how much you were trying to avoid them. But hello you’d be crazy to not go. It was worth it.

You just had to be a little creative getting in. Not like you hadn’t been on the guest list but how fun would it be for your friends to walk in and not only are you there but you’re dancing. With any luck you’d at least give Steve a dance. Shy little baby made it so hard to get closer to him, but that’s what made him so fun. 

And you knew tips would be good. Also why you took it. You definitely needed be money.

You admit you hadn’t been home in days. Why would you want Wade and Vanessa had a perfectly comfy bed. Not that anything was going home.

It’s just aside from Thor, Wade was the last person to judge. And right now you needed that more than ever. Besides it was Vanessa that helped you get in here.

It just, it wasn’t until that morning that you figured out what made seeing Thor and Brunhild so icky. That as they both held onto you to tell you that they missed you and wanted to have a day doing your favorite things… you don’t know but it made you want to get the hell out of there.

It had been weeks since you started having these dreams and honestly that’s what freaked you out the most. That with each one you almost tricked yourself into thinking it was okay. But you couldn’t do that to yourself.

You weren’t supposed to be crying over some guy. You were supposed to make men cry. What did you look like harping over your feelings for a man.

But he wasn’t just any man. He was Thor. No one else was like him. Hell he probably wouldn’t even be as cool as he is if it wasn’t for you. He needed you. You’d helped him rebrand.

And in some gross way you needed him too. And that was the problem. You’d let him take over your life. For once in your life you could just be. You liked living with him. He was an easy person to share a space with. Even more fun to stay up late to chat about nothing with in the middle of the night.

Then Brunhild had to come and ruin it all. Confuse you and him. Gah. Honestly you don’t think you’d ever forgive her for that.

Sure you’d started to finally let your guard down a bit but only because they’d all but made you. That even though you’d roll your eyes after everything she’d say, she’d still managed to see right through you. Yet accepting her position in being another person to totally spoil you along with him.

It was like you’d had two sugar daddies with the no sugar. Maybe that’s why them seeing them like this was starting to get to be too much.

Then you started having those stupid fucking dreams and… you just needed to breathe. Away from them. It was just too much.

Sure Thor put money into your account all the time but at least if you kept stripping you could get by without him. Maybe you could get Steve to take care of you. Or Tony and Pepper! You could so be their sugar baby. No feelings attached whatsoever. Easy peasy.

Honestly you’d have to do so something. Trade one billionaire for another. Not like Tony didn’t like a good party. Though Pepper spent most of the time trying to reign him in. Like she was cool but she could be a downer. And you didn’t wanna give Steve a heart attack. Or maybe you did. You weren’t sure.

There was that African prince they were friends with. But you weren’t sure about moving to Wakanda. New York was your spot. No, no, no you’d have to stay local. Or else you could be really annoying, fly to England and do it with Thor’s brother. If that was something to get under his skin you don’t know what would. Sure he “didn’t trust you” you could say the same for him. If anything you’d be a match made in heaven if both of your goals were annoying Thor.

Oh what about Wanda and Vision! It was the best of both worlds. You’d get to replace the both of them but at least you’d know where your place stood with them. Vision was hot. You could do it. And goth girls were so hot.

Kate was a trust fund baby that might work. As far as you knew her mom was really guarded about that trust fund though. Something was definitely going on there.

Banner was cute enough.

Blah this was annoying. You shouldn’t even be having to do this. It’s okay stripping would work for now. Not like Thor or Brunhild had cut you off yet.

It’s just when you put things into perspective no one would do the things with you that they did. Would Bucky and/or Sam be able to master your bag to arm ratio like Thor could?

Natasha was immune to your puppy dog eyes and that just wouldn’t work for you. Not when Brunhild melted at just seeing your lip poke out a little.

There’d been so many times you’d have to stop yourself from calling them. Mostly because Wade was starting to have too many rules. Like he wanted you at home at a decent time. What the hell does that even mean!

Thor liked you indecent. He wouldn’t try to change that. Neither did she. If they were worried they just came with you.

Yeah now that you were thinking about it you definitely would give Steve a heart attack. That poor shy little baby. God you wanted to corrupt him so bad but he was so good at holding you off. So annoying. Made you want him even more. Probably why you were mostly dancing on him. At least he was polite enough to tip well. What a cutie.

“I don’t know why you play so hard to get, Steve,” you whispered in his ear. “You know you want me.”

Hell you can’t even believe you’d managed to get him alone. He’d even requested a dance from you. He could handle a taste at least.

“Y/N?”

You squeaked as you looked back from your spot straddling Steve’s lap. The blond looking up at you with a crinkled nose so it made you look at him with a gasp. “Steven! You sold me out! You’re so lucky you turn me on so much or else your motorcycle might turn up missing for tattling on me.” You furrowed your brows.

Steve chuckled before leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Just talk to them, okay?” He said before wrapping his arms around your waist. For a minute you squealed thinking he was actually going to do something when he softly dropped you into the seat beside him.

You tried to protest as he stood up only to kiss your forehead again. “I’ve always known that under all that sexy was an evil mastermind.” You crossed your arms, eyes cutting to the side. “You’re lucky it only makes you sexier.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Be good, okay?”

You crinkled your nose. “No promises.”

And with that he was gone, leaving you with the two people you were trying to avoid the most.

“We’ve been so worried,” Thor said coming to sit next to you.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. Brunhild was next to sit on your other side. Grabbing your hand and making you look at her. Seriously trying to ignore that jolt that was trying to make it’s way into your heart. Ugh gross. “We want you to come home,” she said looking at you all softly. And so was he. Like they both cared about you or whatever.

Yeah right if they cared about you would they have gone to ruin your dynamic. “I dunno my current living situation is pretty comfortable. I’m having a lot of fun sleeping in the void.”

Thor sighed because of course you weren’t going to make this easy. Or tell them where you’d been. “Dove, come on. Don’t be like that. I miss you.”

They knew you weren’t going to make it easy. As Thor came to put his hands on your back trying to soothe you or whatever it just felt like too much. She was holding your hand and he was talking to you all softly. Your brain could not compute. It was just too much.

“I need to get back out there,” you said as you abruptly stood up.

Thor grabbed your hand to pull you into his lap. “I’m not letting you run away from us anymore, Y/N.”

“Besides we need to talk,” Brunhild pressed.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m at work and I need to get back at there.”

“Don’t worry we’ve already paid for your time,” Thor assured before kissing your cheek. Not giving two shits about the tantrum you were trying to throw. He missed you and you were going to sit there and listen.

Inside you were dying from the way his lips felt against your skin. An affection so simple and yet you were pretty sure if any other guy was doing that you’d fight them. And yet with them it was still too damn much.

“Please, come home,” Thor said with a pout. “I miss carrying you inside at three a.m.”

“And I miss you telling me what sales are going on,” Brunhild said.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah you missed a really fun warehouse sale the other day. Vanessa and Wade don’t know how to fight off that one soccer mom the way you do.” And that’s how you’d lost a perfectly cute pair of suede boots you’d been dying for. It’s okay you’d made sure if you couldn’t have them that at least they’d be ruined for her. Suck on that bitch.

Thor chuckled. “So that’s where you’ve been? With Wade and Vanessa.”

Then you groaned. “Great now I’m going to have to get a new hide out.”

“No you don’t,” he replied. “We miss you. You’re coming home.”

“No I’m not,” you maintained.

“Yes you are,” Brunhild said putting her hand on your knee. Leaning into Thor so the three of you could be closer. “I need your help with my skincare routine.”

“And you need us to keep paying for yours,” he teased.

Normally this kind of banter would have made you melt. You would have rolled your eyes and grumbled out a, ‘fine.’ Things were different now. Being this close to them was making you feel so cagey.

It was like you’d underestimated just how weird things would feel now. Your brain flashing back to that night. When you’d woken up all frazzled. Like the realization had smacked you in the fucking face full force.

And since that moment you hadn’t known how you were supposed to act around them. Things were already messy enough. Hell you didn’t do relationships so why should it even matter.

At least with Wade and Vanessa it was like a small hit for what you really wanted. It had been torture knowing that Brunhild and Thor were right there asleep in the same bed. At least they let you get all snuggly between them.

“Besides, we kind of have something to tell you?” Thor said.

“Yeah…” Brunhild sighed. “So…”

“When everything first happened… we were maybe sort of playing a joke on you.”

That’s when you finally shot up so you could face them. “What!” You shrieked.

Brunhild crinkled her nose. “Yeah. I was trying to prove to Thor that you liked him and it just kind of…”

“Kept going,” Thor finished. “We didn’t know it was going to be like this. We promise.”

Neither of them were expecting it when they saw your lip start to quiver. Honestly you didn’t even know what you were supposed to say to them.

“We would have never done it if we’d known things would end up like this,” Brunhild said.

You sniffled and rolled your eyes. “I need to get back out there,” was all you said finally turned to leave the back room.

They kept a close eye out on you even if it was killing them. They’d rather keep watch than lose sight. Knowing you, the moment they looked away was the moment you’d make a run for it. Besides they liked watching you dance.

When you’d gotten off stage you ended up with a drink in your hand right away. The two of them trying to get close to you still.

At the same time you couldn’t help it as you kept sneaking glances at them. Trying to make sure they weren’t near you. Flirting around the club like you normally would have. Fuck them. You didn’t need them.

A fucking prank. It had all been a fucking joke. Then you thought back to all the obsessing and over-thinking and like… none of it even mattered. That you’d been so caught up in trying to figure out your feelings and it didn’t even fucking matter.

They didn’t need to know that you missed them. It was none of their business. You were at Tony Stark’s bachelor party stripping for his rich friends. The least you could do is go home with someone. Or try to get more tips. You had a feeling you’d need the money if you weren’t dealing with them.

Even when your mind wandered to thinking of all the things you missed. Ugh. It was so stupid and annoying. And then they had the nerve to waltz in here like that. Both of them looking too good all dressed up in their suits. While you were half naked going from lap to lap.

As you had parked it on one guy who’d taken to putting money in your bra. You were straddling his lap and giggling at whatever he was saying. Not that you really understood what he was saying. You were too busy trying to keep your eyes on Thor and Brunhild. Making sure they had an ample amount of distance between the two of you.

As you’d went back to looking in what’s-his-name’s eyes you could have sworn you saw Vanessa making her way through the crowd. But in a split second she was gone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Wade greeted you.

“Hey,” you said, sounding huffier than you meant to.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I thought I just saw Ness?”

“Yeah she forgot something backstage so we came by to pick it up,” he said. “You want a drink? I think we should get a drink.” He said before pulling you up and off the guy you’d been talking to.

“Hey!” You protested.

“I gotta say, always wanted to know how Steve Rogers partied,” Wade said as the two of you got to the bar.

“I’m working.”

“Have you ever asked him what kind of shampoo he uses. What about Bucky? Hell what about Natasha? Do you think Thor could get me unbanned from Norway?” He asked like he was deep in thought.

“What do you want, Wade?” You asked with a sigh.

“Can I get two of your finest whiskey neats,” he finally said to the bartender then turned back to you so he could grab one of the bills from your bra to hand over. “With the girl’s employee discount, thank you. And keep the change.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “Are you done?”

“I’m not, not done. Do you think Banner could get me horse tranqs?” He asked with a gasp.

“I think he could, but he would ask to many questions. He’s a goody two shoes.”

“True!”

“See what I usually do when it comes to Banner is I’ll usually get someone else to ask and well he trusts Yelena more than me and she doesn’t have any problem getting anything from him,” you said with a shrug. “But I can’t always use her or else he’ll get suspicious. And Steve is surprisingly a pretty good sport when he wants to be.”

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” Wade asked with a dramatic sigh with a leaning his chin on his hands.

“Tell me about it. If he keeps playing hard to get I’m gonna have to bring out the big gun.” You winked, grabbing into your boobs.

Wade sighed lovingly. “You’re such a slut.”

“Alright, get your shit, we’re going home,” Thor said with Brunhild beside him. Hands on her hips.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“We’re going home,” this time Brunhild was the one to say.

“I’m not going-,”

That was when Thor grabbed your arm. “Vanessa was nice enough to grab your shit from backstage. Let’s go. Tell Vanessa and Wade goodnight!”

You gasped looking up at your friends. “You two sold me out! You traitors!”

“Sorry, Sugar Tits. I love you, but I cannot live with you,” Wade said. “If I had to hear you moan their names in your sleep one more time I was going to have Nessa throw on a blond wig and we were going to start talking in those accents and everything. It was not going to be pretty.”

“I can’t go out like this! I need to change!”

Thor shrugged, removing his suit jacket so he could place it around your shoulders. “See easy fix.”

You crinkled your nos and pouted. “At least let me say bye to Steve first!”

“I’ll send him your love!” Wade said as he started off in his direction.

“Let me get him before he catches a case,” Vanessa said rolling her eyes. “Poor Steve must be so traumatized by the both of you.”

“He likes it!” You protested as Thor started dragging you away. “He just doesn’t want to admit it! Underneath those innocent eyes and sweet ass is a freak! He can’t fool me!”

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The two of them remained pretty unfazed as you tried to fight them. Up until Thor decided to smack your ass. That got you really fucking quiet. If he’d known that’s all it took to get you to behave sooner, he would have done it a long time ago.

Thor finally dropped you on the couch. And obviously you tried to get up so you could scamper away only for him to sit down so he could grab you first. Yanking you so you were in his lap. Ugh not this shit again.

Brunhild stood in front of the two of you with her arms crossed. A smirk on her face, as she put a finger underneath your chin to force you to look at her. “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me,” she said into your ear. “Do you know why Vanessa told us to take you home?”

Obviously you didn’t want to answer. As you sat there all pouty and stubborn she let out a sigh. Grabbing your cheeks so she could squeeze either side of your face.

“Hey!”

“Answer me,” she said.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, Dove,” Thor cooed.

“Really? You guys are doing good cop, bad cop right now?” You tried to pull your head away, but she didn’t let up.

“Answer the question,” Brunhild said putting her nose against your face.

You huffed. “I dunno. Maybe because she’s a traitor. I know this is crazy, but I’m not exactly a mind reader.”

Thor sighed. “Dove, cut the bullshit. You know that I know when you’re full of it. Just tell us the truth.”

“… no…”

“Fine, let me make it easier for you since you want to play dumb,” Brunhild said. “Did you climb into their bed at night? Yes or no.”

“What are you the sleep police?”

“Answer the question,” Thor said smacking your thigh this time.

“Ow!” You whined. “Fine! Yes! Happy now!”

“Did you or did you not moan our names in your sleep?”

“What!”

“Answer the question,” Thor repeated even slapping it again for good measure.

“How would I know I was asleep!”

“She said Wade talked to you about it.”

More like teased you. Woke you up to ask you in a very accusatory tone if you’d been, ‘cheating on him and Ness.’ Then said, ‘if it’s the accents that did it that they could pretend.’

As if he could afford you.

But he’d looked so giddy. Like he’d uncovered this giant secret. Okay maybe because it was a secret. And then because neither of them would take no for an answer you ended up telling them about all the dreams you’d been having.

Then spilled about how left out you felt. How up until that moment you’d been pretending things were okay. Telling everyone what they wanted to hear. That you were just giving them their space.

So while you kept up this whole thing, acting totally normal. Partying. Going out. Just doing whatever you always did, inside you’d never felt so hallow.

Obviously you knew you had feelings for Thor. That was a duh, but still you never wanted to mess things up so you were fine with keeping things the way they were. But she comes around and suddenly… it fucking hurt.

But you couldn’t like tell him that. Or her.

Sure you had this reputation about being sexually free. You did whatever you wanted. Fucked whoever you wanted whenever. Hell you had a man rotation! A guy for every occasion.

But this wasn’t that. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The three of you were supposed to live as besties forever and not complicate things. That way you could go on to continue to lie about your feelings. But no they just had to pull this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said not being able to help yourself as you sniffled finally looking away from them.

“Dove,” Thor whispered in your ear. “It’s alright. Just talk to us. Talk to me. I miss you. Remember you used to tell me about everything. I’d have to pay you to shut up.”

“Well maybe you should have thought about that before you lied to me.”

“Fine. If you won’t talk. Why don’t we?” Brunhild suggested.

“That could work,” Thor said.

“Y/N,” Brunhild started, “I know it started out as a prank, but Thor and I quite like each other.”

“We do,” he said. “But, we realized something’s been missing.”

“If you say me I’m gonna smack you.”

“But it is you-,” he’d said only to be met with the smack you’d promised him. “Hey!”

“I warned you!”

Brunhild chuckled. “But it is you, th- hey!” She cut herself off when you did it to her next. “Okay, look, we’ve tried being nice. Tried to play this all soft and tell you how we feel but you want to be stubborn, fine.”

She stood up so she could yank you up with her. Thor watching every movie between the two of you. As she grabbed your wrists to hold you still.

Sure on the outside you may be acting like you didn’t give a shit. On the inside you were screaming. One part of you raging. About how they could lie to you. But the other part, well, Brunhild was manhandling you. If you weren’t trying so hard to stay mad at them this would have been taken very differently.

“We’re sorry we lied, but if you’d fucking listen you’d know things are different now,” she said getting in your face. “And you know what you have no right to act like this after everything we’ve done for you.”

“Yeah I’m getting real sick of you talking back to us,” Thor said with a raised eyebrow. “Normally it’s cute but it’s getting really fucking old, Dove. You better watch how you fucking talk to us before you make it worse for yourself.”

You tried to bite your tongue. You really, really did. Wanted to. Clearly they were pissed at you. But it was like it was too late. You were already in this deep. Why not see how much further you could go.

Once again you rolled your eyes. “Oh please you aren’t gonna do shit.”

And obviously they were up for the challenge.

Honestly it was all a blur. A big huge blur. One minute you were telling them, ‘Oh please you aren’t gonna do shit,’ and the next you were face down ass up in Thor’s lap. Him spanking you as she kneeled down beside you with her nose pressed against your face.

“See we tried to make it easy for you but you’re just to fucking stubborn,” Brunhild said against you. “You don’t think Vanessa told us about how you got into their bed and moaned our names in your sleep. What were you dreaming about, Dove?”

“I don’t know what they’re- Ah!” You cut yourself off when you yelped at her joining in to give a quick slap in your ass.

“You’re really not in the position to play stupid right now,” Thor said.

“Answer the fucking question,” she said, grabbing your hair to yank you closer.

You whimpered. “Nothing. I- ugh I promise!”

“Dove, we know you’re fucking lying,” he’d said, as he popped you again.

“You really want to play games with us?” She asked, raising her bro. You bit your lip because fuck, but still talking about your feelings? That was a lot. “What did you dream about, Dove?”

“Nothing,” you breathed out trying to hold yourself back still.

This time after Thor smacked your ass, he decided to cup it. Then dip down passed the panties you were still wearing. Hell the most coverage you had right now was his jacket. As he started rubbing your slit over your panties you let out a gasp. “This change your mind, Dove?”

Oh no he was just playing dirty!

“That’s not fair,” you whined.

“That’s fine,” Brunhild cooed. “We’re done playing fair.”

With that Thor made you stand up. Grabbing your hips so he could stand you right in front of him.

“Take this shit off,” Brunhild said as she helped you out of the jacket finally exposing you to them.

He didn’t even give you a chance to wrap your head around what was happening because he sat you down in his lap. Spreading your legs and wrapping his hand around your throat. “Gonna keep acting like an ungrateful little brat? Don’t worry we can get you right.”

With that he put his hand back between your legs. Brunhild watching with her top teeth biting down onto her bottom lip. This smug little smirk on her face. You can’t believe the both of them were getting some kind of sick pleasure out of what they were doing. And you were still trying to fight it.

“Thor,” you whined.

“Aw look at our girl,” Brunhild cooed. “So fucking needy. And you look like a fucking slut.”

You gasped, getting ready to respond with some rude comment. Only to get cut off by Thor pushing his fingers into your panties now. Actually rubbing your clit. “Fuck!” You cried.

“You’re very wet for someone that was trying to act stubborn as hell,” Thor said into your ear. “I think you like it.”

“Why don’t you just tell us the truth?” Brunhild said. “It’s not like we don’t fucking know. You think we’re stupid?”

“No,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut.

“She might be the stupid one,” Thor teased pulling his hand away so he could slap your thigh making you jump.

“Are you stupid, Dove?” Brunhild baby-talked at you. To which you shook your head. Your voice getting caught in your throat as Thor started playing with you again. “Then stop fucking acting like it.”

You let out this embarrassing ass moan. They knew they had you. Knew that this is exactly what you’d been needing for them. Fuck you looked so cute on his lap unable to get yourself together. And he wasn’t even trying to make you cum. Just kept rubbing to pull away and then going back. Fucking tease. It was exactly what you deserved.

Thor had taken to getting you close to the edge only to take his fingers away and it was driving you crazy. To make it worse you could tell Brunhild was getting this sick satisfaction from watching it. The way she was smirking and laughing at you. Fuck. 

Then he stopped again so he could pick you up. Pushing you down onto the bed after. Normally you would have tried to wiggle away but you were already too far gone. Fuck. They didn’t even doing that much and you were melting. Like have some self-respect Y/N.

Brunhild finally removed her jacket letting it fall to the floor as she stalked over you. Thor right beside her unbuttoning his shirt. You looked so far gone already and they were ready to make it worse.

Ignoring them for this long. Having that bad ass attitude. It wasn’t anything that they weren’t really used to but before at least you knew better than to run away from home like that. Maybe they needed to show you that they weren’t letting you go anywhere again.

Thor didn’t want to hold anything against you. He understood you’d been upset. This could all be pushed into the past after last night. But ignoring them just because you couldn’t have it your way for one had pissed him off a little. He’d spent this whole week feeling bad for driving you away when he didn’t even have to be.

Since this whole thing had started between him and Brunhild, he hadn’t hated it. It wasn’t like there hadn’t always been some semblance of attraction there. Never getting farther than glances and lingering touches, but he admits he’d had a bit of a crush. Just wasn’t sure if it was reciprocated.

Then she’d suggested that prank. At the time as a joke. They were supposed to tell you the truth so much sooner but then it got too deep to have the conversation. Everything felt… the same. Well, except…

Brunhild liked to think of herself as a pretty adventurous lover. Just like you. Hell she was almost as bad as him. But she’d never quite bounced back after her last relationship.

She was fine with sleeping around. Not keeping things serious. Maybe that’s why she liked having you around. You weren’t the type to judge shit like that. She hated that when you’d finally let your guard down with her, she’d played around too much.

Maybe if you’d come to them sooner about how you’d been feeling all of this could have been skipped over. Could have been doing this.

When things started to feel more real between her and Thor, there was always something off. The first time they’d kissed had been fun and it wasn’t like he was bad in bed, but something had felt like it was missing. Like they weren’t really on the same page.

The two of them trying to dominate one another, but neither of them wanting to surrender to the other. Thor was used to being in control and so was she. They couldn’t just turn that off.

See things felt okay when the three of you were just hanging out. Then less so when you started avoiding them.

As Wade distracted you, Vanessa pulled them to the side. Saying she felt bad for spilling but she was worried. That you needed them even though you wouldn’t admit it.

Only thing he could think of was doing what he should have as soon as he walked in. Snatching your ass up and taking you home. Guess it’s a good thing that no matter how could you were at them, you weren’t going to pass up a party or harassing Steve.

Moaning his name and hers while in bed with another couple. No matter how innocent, he’d felt infuriated. If that’s what you wanted you could have just asked. Not like you hadn’t asked him for anything else. As if he hadn’t given you the world.

It wasn’t like he’d expected anything out of you. He would have been more than fine if you’d just come home and worked out your friendship. He just wanted you in his life. But fuck if this had been on your mind, you could have told him.

Now they were stuck making your first time together a punishment.

But maybe it was exactly what they needed.

There had to be a reason you’d had them wrapped around your finger. Or why he’d pretty much let you have free reign to decorate his penthouse in however your heart desires when you felt like it. That dynamic has always kind of been there. Even though it was unsaid.

He never thought of you as a sugar baby. It wasn’t just the monetary gain. Sure you cared about the money but that’s because you liked shopping and he didn’t mind. You’d be friends without it. Hell he was the one that offered to do all this anyway. He just wanted to take care of you.

And now he was really about to make sure you were really taken care of.

Know not to pull some shit like this again. Next time you wanted to have your two best friends in the whole wide world make you into their personal slut, all you had to do was ask.

With only her panties on Brunhild got in behind you. Stuffing one hand down your thong. And having the other squeeze your breast. Making you arch your back against her.

Started kissing down your shoulder as your wetness coated her fingers. “You’re so wet for us, Dove. This must have been what you dreamed about.”

Thor got on the bed with his pants undone. Pulling you close so he could grab your ass. Hand going under your panties to squeeze your bare flesh. “I won’t kiss you until you tell me,” he said with his lips right above yours. Giving you this annoying little smirk. Eyes smoldering into you.

All of this stimulation was too much. Your pussy clenching around nothing as Brunhild teased around your slit. Why were they doing this to you.

Honestly it was kind of like this. Her playing with you while he teased you about it. Her whispering in your ear, “You just wanted us to fuck you, huh?”

“Maybe,” you whimpered.

“That’s why you left? Couldn’t stand watching us touch each other without you being in the middle. Did you want us to touch you, too?” Thor whispered lips like a centimeter away from touching yours and it was driving you crazy.

You couldn’t just answer. With words. So you bit your bottom lip and nodded. Eyes all big and glossy as she was manipulating your pussy lips. Why couldn’t she just enter? Why couldn’t he just kiss you? Why were they tormenting you like this.

“Use your fucking words,” she whispered in your ear, pinching your nipple making you gasp. “He asked you a fucking question.”

“Stubborn little slut,” he chuckled, deeply. “Still haven’t learned that all you have to do is be good.”

“Maybe we’ve been letting her get away with too much for too long.”

“We’ll just have to change that. Won’t we?” Thor agreed.

You honestly felt like you might burst from the desperation. You started rocking your hips against her hand hoping she’d finally just do it but Thor grabbed your hips to hold you still.

“Please,” it finally escaped from your lips. Shit. You sounded so pathetic.

“You know what you have to do,” his deep voice sounded so fucking intoxicating to your ears. Like the drug you didn’t know you needed. Then with her doing the same whispering into your ear and shit. Fuck. It was too much. And yet you wanted more.

“I-I-I,” you stuttered out barely able to even say anything. “I want your fingers in my pussy,” you sounded so pathetic. Holy shit. “And, I want you to kiss me. Please?”

And who were they to deny a request like that.

Thor helped her out as the two of you finally made out. Moaning into his mouth. His fingers taking the spot on your clit as she finger fucked you.

You pulled away to let out a moan only to have her take his place then. Making you crane your neck back. He just started kissing around whatever part of you he could reach.

The two of them together was just so overwhelming and yet you wanted more so bad. How was it fair that they could just do this to you. Get you all fucked up on love.

Thor stopped so he could help you out of the very little you were wearing. Removing your bra and then your panties. Kissing down your legs as he twisted you so you were on your back.

His lips on your thighs as Brunhild removed her fingers. This made you squeak out at the loss. Only to moan again when he put his mouth on you. Fucking finally.

“Yes,” you were just so goddamn whiney.

She didn’t give you a change to say anything more before reconnecting your lips. Tongue kissing you so deep. The combination of that and him tongue fucking your pussy was getting to be just too much. You were feeling over stimulated. All it did was make you want more.

Your hands grabbed at her trying to get her panties down her ass. Fuck it at this point you were all in. “You want it so fucking bad, don’t you?” She asked against your lips.

“Uh huh,” you cried.

She hurried to take off her underwear as Thor started finger fucking you to go along with his mouth. You were were officially done for and they hadn’t even let you cum.

“Gonna let me ride your cute face?” Brunhild baby-talked at you again, squeezing either side of your cheeks.

“Okay,” you whimpered.

“Good because I was going to give you that much of a choice,” she said kissing you softly. “Gonna be our little slut, huh.”

“Yes,” you cried.

“Good fucking girl,” she cooed. 

“What a pretty fucking sight,” Thor groaned as he raised up from what he’d been doing to you. Finally working on pulling his pants down all the way. His hard cock springing forward.

As he watched you two he stroked his dick. Watching as Brunhild threw her head back in ecstasy he smirked, getting beside her. “That’s it, B,” he teased her. “Her mouth feel good?”

“Yeah,” Brunhild moaned as your hands went to her thighs and then ass. “Very good.”

“See, Dove, isn’t it better when we all get along,” he said, putting his fingers back down to your pussy so he could rub your overly sensitive clit some more making you moan into Brunhild’s wetness.

Then as Brunhild’s hand came to grasp his cock he groaned. So painfully hard that he was surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants while eating you out. You’d just tasted so good and the more he did it the more he wanted and not stop but his dick had felt so constrained.

Fucking crazy how the only thing that had been missing between them had been you. They needed a little slut to play with. And Brunhild looked so good withering on top of you.

He just couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to fuck you.

Thor teased at your hole again. Loving how wet you were as a pearl of wetness dripped down.

As he started pushing in you tensed up. He grabbed your thighs to push your legs back. He really didn’t care when you tried to put your hands on his abs to stop him. Hell you’d done that the first time you fucked too. He’d been the only man you had trouble handling. Maybe that’s why you didn’t wanna do it again. Didn’t like that he took control.

So fucking fake. He could tell you liked it. Just didn’t wanna fucking admit it. “Ah!” You cried into Brunhild as he started going in deeper. “Thor!”

“Fucking take it,” he hissed as he pushed in a little deeper. “How’s her mouth, Brunhild? She still doing a good job?”

“I think she’s getting distracted,” Brunhild said. “We’ll have to work on that. Need to get better at multi-tasking, Dove.”

“He’s too big!” You squeaked into her.

Brunhild reached down to stroke your hair. “Aw, is he too much for you to handle,” she baby-talked at you again. “Can’t handle both of us?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” she smirked down at you. “There we go. That’s better.” She moaned. “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. Want me to cum on that pretty face?” She gasped as it finally hit her biting her lip and crying out. Fuck.

At the same time it was like Thor was trying to rearrange your guts and he wasn’t even going as hard as he wanted. As Brunhild finally climbed off of you, he started snapping his hips into you a little harder.

She kneeled beside you, leaning down so she could kiss your lips. Tasting herself on your tongue. Then Thor feeling left out went in too. Only for you to pull away.

“Come on you can take it,” Brunhild said as the two of them kept their lips above you. “Take that dick, Baby.”

His cock was stretching you open almost passed your limits. You never admitted this to anyone but Thor had been the first guy you hadn’t been able to handle. You weren’t normally the submissive type but he brought it out of you. Now with the two of them having their way with you, it only made you want them to keep going.

Thor pulled out so he could grab your hips. Angling you exactly how he needed you so he could go even deeper. His dick hitting this spot in you that made you try to back away again.

“Don’t run,” Brunhild cooed before kissing your lips. “You wanted to act like a fucking brat. This is what you get.”

“Gonna need to get used to it anyway, Dove,” Thor groaned. “Cuz I’m not fucking stopping. Better get used to this shit.”

Thor meant it when he said he had no intention of stopping. Now that the three of you were doing this he was definitely going to make sure he could keep it going. Savor that pussy. It was theirs. They could do what they wanted with it.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered.

Brunhild pecked your lips, fingers between her legs as she rubbed herself. “Yeah? Gonna cum on that dick?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

“Why don’t you thank Thor for giving you his cock?” She peered up at him with a smile on her face.

“Thank you for giving me your- ah!” You stopped yourself to cry out as he shoved into you. “Fuck!”

“Ah, ah, ah, wanna get spanked again?” Brunhild warned.

You shook your head. “Thank you for giving me your cock,” you finally whimpered out.

Thor chuckled being the one to kiss you again. “You’re so welcome, Dove.” 

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You don’t know how long you’d been going. By now you were even sure how many times you’d cum. Between their fingers and tongues and his dick and her toys it was just… you’d reached your breaking point. And they were still fucking going.

Brunhild held a vibrator to your clit as he laid on top of you. “Fuck,” she moaned at the same time.

Ha! Taunting you! She could barely handle him either. Though you couldn’t see her face as she withered above you, you at least had a full view of what was really going on.

They’d just looked so pretty when they finally started playing with each other more. All the kissing. And you didn’t even get to watch her jerk him off even though the noises they were both making were enough to let you know it was hot.

Now he was fucking her from behind as she held a vibrator up to your pussy making you moan from underneath them. Ugh it was so filthy. Maybe this is what you needed. Maybe the reason you didn’t ‘do relationships’ was because you needed something more. Cuz fuck.

When he’s first put you here, dragging you into place he’d started out by making you lick his cock while it tasted like her. Then his balls which he’d apparently found amusing to rub across your face after they’d been coated in your spit. Seriously laughing at you and saying, “Fucking whore for us, aren’t you? Wonder how far I can get you to go.”

And that’s how you ended up under them, being forced to watch as he thrusted into her from behind. The both of them seemed to take too much pleasure in it too. Like finally they could be on the same page.

“Shit!” Brunhild moaned as she came. Him going in really deep just in just so she could really feel it.

When he pulled out you started licking her slit to prolong it. Fuck you were so greedy.

Then when you were done with her you moved back to him to slurp his cock. He quickly moved to stop you so he could throw you down again. Making your ass go up in the air so he could fuck you from behind just like he had been doing to her.

Once again like he was trying to rearrange your guts. “Fuck, Baby,” you moaned.

“Gonna cum in this pussy,” he groaned. “Make you my fucking cum dump.”

You cried out as you looked back at him. “Please?”

“Yeah? That’s what you wanted, huh?” He moaned. “Fucking brat.”

His grip on your hips so he could slam you down onto him was too much. You could imagine how sore you were going to be tomorrow. The both of them had really taken to tonight to try and ruin your fucking life.

Brunhild got in front of you so he could peck your lips once more. “So pretty when you take his dick. Whose our pretty little slut?”

“Me,” you whimpered. “I’m your pretty little slut. Fuck!” You cried as you fucking squirted. It was just too much. Just too fucking much.

Finally Thor’s hips stuttered as he pushed in all the way. Not helping himself as he let himself start spurting into you right against your cervix. It was okay he knew you were on birth control. If not who fucking cares. This was their pussy anyway. He’d do what he wanted.

He made sure the three of you settled into bed with you in the middle. Knowing they’d need to spend the rest of the night handling you with care. And probably tomorrow morning. It was okay that the three of you had spent tonight being nasty as hell. They’d give you all the kisses you could handle in the morning. You had a lot time to make up for.

You laid your head on Brunhild’s shoulder. Thor curling his arms around your waist. Shit the three of you would have a lot to talk about too. That was okay. That part could wait. There was no rush.

Could figure out what you would tell everyone later. Who cares. Right now he just wanted to sleep in the arms of his two favorite girls after a night like this. No one can ruin this moment.

“Thor! Where the hell have you been!”

Well, except maybe Loki.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

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Bedroom Eyes by moi 💋

Steve Rogers

I Hate You: A Love Story by @indyluckycharlie

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Snowed In by @ilovefandoms102

Thor Odinson

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Hello, I just have a quick question about your writing challenge. First, my story isn't particularly fluffy (there is some fluff but their relationship is more contentious) so I don't know if it's exactly what you're looking for. I'll have to let you decide if you think it fits the rules. And second, do you want us to tag you directly with your url or just with the afbhchickityflickity tag? Thank you for hosting this fun challenge!

Yeah tag me and use the tag

Pretty much I don’t care what kind of story it is. I just want people to write whatever. I’m not picky just happy that you participated

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