Dangerous Woman
Summary: you’ve been a thorn in Lloyd’s side for too long. Turned out you were wearing him down.
Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dub/non con towards the end, creampie, rough sex, name calling, if there’s any tags I missed please tell me lol
(A/N: there’s no way I’m alone in my new obsession with Lloyd Hensen so I wrote this fic hoping others would see my vision. Unedited. Like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)
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It was an understatement to say that Lloyd saw you as a thorn in his side.
The way you seemed to pop up wherever he may be. Trying to get your hands on the same shit as him. Who the hell did you even think you were, trying to step to him. Must have been out of your goddamn mind.
You’d fancied yourself as a “good guy.” He took it more so to mean you were just boring. Couldn’t keep up in a world like his so you had to become a whatever the fuck you were trying to do to feel like you were doing something special.
But what were you really doing aside from annoying the fuck out of him? Not much. Well except…
It wasn’t often that a man like Lloyd found someone that could keep up with him in the slightest. He liked being one step ahead in any given situation. Was a man with a plan even if those plans didn’t account for any casualties. He didn’t give a shit if people died as long as he was still living the world was blessed with his presence and that was all anyone needed.
So when you started popping up like a gnat to the finest fruit, he knew he had to squash you somehow. Not like he was against playing dirty to get to where he needed to be. Just because you wanted to be a goody two shoes doesn’t mean he cared. If anything it only made him want to get you to cut this shit out sooner.
Such a shame though. In another life he could have marveled at your beauty. Found you cute enough that he’d even be willing to make an honest woman out of you if you didn’t annoy him so fucking much. Maybe that’s what made it worse. Crushing on the enemy? What the fuck was this? Middle school?
But first he needed to find out who the hell you were working for. So far the CIA had been ruled out. You didn’t appear to be a cop. Unaffiliated with that other shmuck and his team. That was the strange part.
Yet you managed to keep up somehow. Funny how that worked.
First it started out with you intercepting a “package” he was supposed to pick up. Then you somehow ended up getting your hands on a very expensive painting that he was pretty sure was meant to be hung up in his humble abode of a mansion in Croatia. And he was pretty sure you were responsible for that building blowing up when he had his eyes on a target.
The paranoia had started eating at him. Making him feel like he always had to watch over his back. Grown men hadn’t bothered him as much as you had. Each encounter seeming to be a bigger version of the one before and that’s why he was making it his mission to destroy you.
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“I would have had her if you stupid fucks would stay the fuck out of my way!” He yelled as he stomped up their stairs. Not wanting everyone to know how things had really went down.
This was supposed to be easy as hell. Should have been an in and out if anything. Just take you out and boom he could finally move on from this game of cat and mouse. 
He had you! The two of you finally getting into it one on one when he found you alone on top of the building. Was just about to pin you down when the team came up. Making you do a quick disappearing act.
Before anyone could respond because it’s not like he gave any fucks about what excuses they came up with, he stomped up the stairs. One more move away from throwing a full blown tantrum. This shit should not be this fucking hard.
Lloyd huffed as he retreated to his bedroom. For once didn’t even want to say anything anymore. Probably because this was total and complete bullshit.
For once he wasn’t getting his way and he really didn’t fucking like it. It wasn’t like they didn’t know who the fuck you were. It was like you weren’t even trying to hide it. Of course he had the technology to crack your nothing ass passwords. It was the same for everything.
Sure there were things they had nothing on like your family and where you came from, but they knew your name. Your fucking phone number. What you looked like.
Almost like you wanted him to find all that shit. God it- it pissed him the fuck off. How he couldn’t stop staring at those photos of you. Like he was waiting for you to pop out from the shadows. Then he could finally show you just how fucking much you annoyed him.
His chest tightened as he inhaled deeply. Feeling a fire in the pit of his stomach. He can’t remember the last time something had gotten him this worked up.
How he found even more ready to finally get rid of you was that each time he looked, he found himself going over every feature. From those eyes to that curl in your lips to the cleavage you were definitely not trying to hide.
It wasn’t like Lloyd couldn’t get any woman he wanted. Of course he could. For all the things they say about him all of them wanted to know what it was like to get a piece of him. They’d be willing to put up with it for a millisecond.
Hell he hadn’t even been able to hit up his usual roaster of broads as he’d been too pre-occupied by you. Fucking, ugh!
He doesn’t know what it was. Call it a crush as disgusting as that sounds, but he found himself fucking obsessed with the idea of getting his hands on you and at this point you’d toyed with him so much he wasn’t even sure how he meant it anymore.
Maybe it was that no woman had ever given him a real challenge before. He couldn’t marry some basic bitch that wouldn’t understand his line of work. He deserved better for himself.
No, no. He wanted the type of woman that was just as ruthless as him. One that didn’t shrink down in his presence and let him walk all over. Someone that understood his vision for the world.
The only problem was he didn’t know what the fuck you were trying to do. But god he couldn’t stop fucking staring at that cleavage.
He didn’t even think he wanted to kill you first when he finally caught up with you. No, no, no. He wanted you to really feel it. Something… something that’ll make you understand his frustration.
Torture might be fun. Obviously tying you up. Getting that rope real tight. Duct tape around your mouth so he couldn’t hear a fucking peep. If he was really feeling like a dick he would really fuck around with you. Maybe stuff something in your mouth so you couldn’t even whimper.
He’d get a gag just for you. Or not give a shit and really humiliate you. Maybe shove your panties in t-
Lloyd shook his head. Not even sure about what the fuck he was thinking. Clearing his throat as he stepped under the shower head. Hoping to wash it all away.
If anything he was tired of thinking about you. You didn’t deserve this much attention from him. Rolling his head back as he tried to force himself to relax.
He didn’t like being this tense. Would definitely need a massage soon. Hmmm could get one of those girls that would give him a happy ending to do it. Definitely a good idea. He could really use the release.
What would really release him, is catching up to you. Forcing you to be the one to do it. Tying you up, panties stuffed in your mouth, maybe topless with those clamps attached to your-
Fuck what the hell was going on with his head. What was actually wrong with him. He knew he couldn’t be this attracted to some cleavage to make him lose his fucking mind. He was Lloyd fucking Hensen. He didn’t lose his mind over some random bitch.
Right?
Maybe it came from his need to absolutely over power you. Take advantage of you for once. Show you that he was the one in power. God he’d fuck you until he split you in half. That’s what you deserved.
It was like he was an autopilot. Had went from trying to bathe to getting distracted by how hard he was. God he doesn’t think he’d ever been like this before. Just raw fucking need.
Lloyd grasped it in his hand. Tilting his head back as he starting to move up and down his shaft. Fuck. Yeah what it he turned the shock on. Really get down to business punishing you.
Unlike his usual session, the two of you could be alone. He wouldn’t want those fuckheads to see those parts of you. Not to see he was totally against fucking you in front of an audience. But this would need to be something he did specially to you.
He could see himself degrading you. Telling you what a little bitch you were for taking shit shit. Fuck you like he hated you.
Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking shit like this. And yet once he told himself to stop the feeling just grew.
That was when he heard a giggle that made him jump. Stopping what he was doing to grab the fluffy white towel to wrap around his waist.
Either you had him paranoid, or-
The banging on his door let him know he wasn’t totally full of shit.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s in the house!” He yelled. Still only in a towel and totally unprepared. Of course you’d catch him jerking off. Not that he even wanted to think about how it was you he was fantasizing about. “You stupid fucking morons! Are all of you that shitty at your goddamn jobs you couldn’t keep look out?”
He needed to get his gun and change considering you’d caught him with his cock out. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
As he went back to his bedroom he was ready to rip his hair out. Couldn’t even jack off without you trying to fuck with him. He swears he heard that little giggle. Where the hell were you.
“Hello, Mr. Hansen,” the greeting came out as a purr making him turn around to face you.
There you were sitting on his bed. The little cat suit you were wearing was taunting him. It clung to you in a way that made him almost think it could have been painted on. He wanted to wipe it all off and that fucking smirk off your face.
“You know you’re really fucking annoying,” was all he could even say. That feeling coming back in his chest. God he really did want to fucking destroy you.
You shrugged, before standing up. Crossing your arms. “So I’ve heard,” you replied. “What can I say? I don’t stop until I can get what I want.”
“Really? Because it seems like what you want is to get on my fucking nerves.”
There goes that giggle again. The same one he’d heard in the bathroom. Had you been watching him? God, and you were a little fucking pervert. Just wait until he gets his fucking hands on you “And what if it is?”
“Look, whatever you’re trying to do I need you to either step the fuck out of my way-,”
“Or?” You cut him off.
“Or I put a bullet in your ass.” He took a step closer to you.
“Figures you wouldn’t fight me like a man about it,” you replied with a smirk.
“What? Is that what you want?” He laughed.
“Well, no,” you mused. “I just thought you’d be a bit more… diplomatic.”
“Do I look like a give a shit about diplomacy?” He growled.
“True,” you replied. “I mean neither do I so at least we’re on the same page.”
“The only reason I haven’t killed you yet is because I’m curious to know what the hell your deal is.”
“I dunno, Mr. Hansen, you tell me.” Once again you purred out his name, getting a little closer to him. “Maybe you have something that I want.”
“Well, whatever it is get it out of your mind.”
You pouted. “What’s the matter? Don’t think you can take me?”
He found himself wishing he could fuck your face. Maybe then he’d get you to shut the hell up. Pretty soon the gap between the two of you had closed. You cocky little shit.
That’s when he finally grabbed you. Turning you around so he could wrap his hand around your neck. Shoving you into the wall. His towel loosening around his waist. “I think you want me to do my worst to you. That’s why you’ve been doing all this shit.”
You struggled against him as he pushed your face into the wall. You’re not gonna do shit.”
His lips getting close to your ear. “I’ve been dying to destroy you. Do not fucking test me.”
The grip around your neck tightened as he found himself pushing his body against you. A thought flashing in his mind about how he’d just jacked off thinking about this very moment. Shit.
“Is that a gun under your towel or are you just happy to see me?” You teased.
“You’re not exactly in the right position to make jokes.”
“No? Then what am I in this position for?”
“You’re not the one asking questions, you little bitch.” He could have sworn he heard you let out a little gasp. “Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
“How did you even make it passed my men?”
You let out that fucking giggle again. “Come on, Mr. Hansen. You and I both know they’re not the most competent. Besides this is between me and you.”
He finally loosened his grip so you could turn around. Though he had you still pinned. Wasn’t about to let his guard down.
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because you have something that I want,” you replied with a shrug.
“I’m getting real fucking sick of your cryptic bullshit,” he said, grabbing your neck again. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end you right now?”
“Because you need a girl like me,” you said, then bit your lip. Were you enjoying this? You sick fucking freak.
“I don’t need shit from you,” he said.
“I dunno, Lloyd. Definitely feels like you need something from me,” you said.
As much as he was trying to annoy the affect you were having on him it wasn’t exactly easy. Considering his dick clearly wanted to make its presence known.
“Shame you didn’t get to finish taking care of that in the shower,” you added. “You know I think we’d work well together, you and I.”
He rolled his eyes. Deciding to humor you. “And what makes you say that?”
“Let’s be real, all of your men are morons. Wouldn’t it be nice if one person under you wasn’t?”
Lloyd raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “And you’d be the person under me?” He laughed.
“I could be. In more ways than one.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” you said, reaching down to finally grasp his cock in your hand making him hiss. Licking your lips. “You didn’t get so worked up after our fight for no reason.”
Lloyd groaned as he let you work your hand up and down his length. It didn’t make any sense how good it felt. Damn he’d needed this bad.
Thoughts flashed in his mind again of him being the one to tie you up. Putting clamps on your nipples and turning on the electricity to watch you jolt. He wasn’t sure what kind of affect you were having on him but his dick clearly didn’t care considering it only grew harder as you worked it up and down.
A knock on the door, stopped you from taking things further. Making him look down and then up at you with a glare. Fuck. Not these idiots interrupting the two of you again.
“What?” He barked, trying to act like things were normal.
“We can’t seem to locate the target,” one of his guards told him, trying to look everyone else but him as he stood in front of him, not having bothered to cover up.
“Well, keep looking and don’t come back until you’ve got her. I shouldn’t have to do every fucking thing around here.”
As he slammed the door in his face he turned back to see you back on his bed. God he still wanted to wipe that smirk off your fucking face.
He found himself grabbing your face. Squeezing your cheeks in his hand and bringing your head up. “If you want this, let’s get one thing straight. I’m the one in charge. I sign off on every goddamn thing you do. Am I clear?”
“Crystal,” you said again.
That was when he leaned forward. Finally closing the gap between the two of you as he finally put his lips to yours. You putting your hands on his shoulders as he brought your leg up so he could grind his hardness into you.
Quickly pushing you away, by grabbing your neck again. “Hope you like it rough, Dollface, because I don’t plan on showing you any mercy.”
“You promise?” You pouted at him again.
God he should have known you were a little fucking slut. “Is that what you’ve been wanting? That’s why you’ve been pissing me off. Needed me to fuck the annoying out of you.”
“Uh huh,” you whimpered.
“Beg for it. You don’t get to just have my dick after all the trouble you’ve caused.”
Before you could even say anything, you got on your knees looking up at him. “It’s prettier than I thought it’d be.”
“Yeah?” He groaned.
“Mhm,” you hummed out. “Can I please put it in my mouth? Been wanting to suck it so bad. Can I? Please? Can I suck your dick, Sir.”
Lloyd knew that as soon as he said yes, his brain would shut off. Was he ready for that? To have his guard down around you.
“Hold on,” he said.
You groaned. “What?”
“Because just because you look like a good like cock sucker doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Another pout came on your lips. “Fine.”
“Ever sucked dick with a gun pointed at you?” He asked as he came back with his firearm in hand.
Fucking whore he could see you salivating. “No, but there’s a first for everything.”
Lloyd groaned when you finally put your mouth on him. Sucking him like you’d done it a million times before. Fuck you were good with your mouth. Had him thinking that damn maybe he did need a little freak like you around.
“Fuck,” he put his hand in your hair. “You’re a good little cocksucker.”
“Think so?” You asked him as you pulled off.
All he did was glare at you. “I don’t think I told you to fucking stop.”
With that he tightened his grip in your hair. Forcing himself back into your mouth. You wanted to do this? Then you would have to take him exactly like he wanted you to.
He pushed you back so your head was against the bed. Pinned in between the mattress and his hips. You wanted to act like a thirsty little bitch for him, then he’d treat you like one.
Lloyd Hensen could be a very cruel man and sex was no different. He wanted to dominate. Show no mercy. Maybe you were the perfect candidate to be treated like this. Not like he hadn’t already been thinking about it.
He moved his hips so he could fuck your throat. Laughing to himself as you gagged around him. Finally letting you off so you could breathe.
“Get up,” he demanded grabbing you by your hair again, so he could toss you on the bed. Still in that little suit and he needed to get you the hell out of it.
Hurrying to take off the thigh high boots because the quicker he could have access the quicker he could fuck you like he’d been wanting to. Something about a woman doing all this shit to impress him made him only want to fuck you more.
As soon as your skin came into view he got to nipping at your skin. You were so damn ready for him. Maybe it was because of all the fighting served as a kind of foreplay for him. Maybe you were onto something.
“Lloyd,” you gasped, putting your hands in his hair. Tugging at it as he started kissing your stomach. Pushing you down so he could move to your thighs.
Bringing your legs up so he could finish taking you out of your suit. His lips going to your tits as he climbed on top of you.
“Ugh!” You moaned.
Fuck you sounded so pathetic, but he kind of liked it. Wanted to bring it out in out more. Take you down a few notches. Make you really feel it.
Fuck what the hell were you doing to him. Was he really planning on keeping you around. After all of that? Right now he had the upper hand and instead of taking you down to his men, he was about to fuck the shit out of you. And you were a very willing sex toy.
Maybe a part of him was flattered even. All he knows is you did look sexy as fuck. Ready for him to use you however he pleased. But first…
You let out another pathetic noise as his tongue touched your clit. What can he say? He wanted to know what you tasted like.
And fuck did you taste good.
“Fuck me, please,” you sobbed out.
“Yeah? And why should I do that?” He asked, pulling away. Keeping his fingers inside of you so he could twist them inside of you. “I could get a million other bitches on my dick. What makes you so special?”
“Cuz I think you like the challenge,” you replied.
Lloyd rolled his eyes. Couldn’t argue with that one. That was the worst part. Instead he pushed you back down to climb back on top of you. Keeping your legs up so he could still finger fuck you.
“Fuck!” You gasped into his mouth as he started kissing you again.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Little slut. Did all this shit for my attention. So fucking desperate for me. You just wanna get fucked that bad.”
“Uh huh,” you breathed out as you tensed up. Could tell he was getting you on the edge and he wanted nothing more than to push you there.
“Fuckin’ cum for me,” he said. “Cum all over my fucking hand.”
The way your body jolted as you squirted out. Trying to find something to grab onto as he took you over the edge. Damn you were getting his sheets all messy. Nasty little slut.
“This what I do to you?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you cried as you finally clawed at his shoulders. “Oh god! Oh my god!”
“That’s a- that’s a good bitch keep cummin’ for me,” he hissed into your ear.
You let out another one of those embarrassing little whimpers. “I- ugh- god!”
While a part of him wanted to keep doing this another part wanted to feel this wet little pussy creaming on his cock. Watching as your grool covered his hand.
Lloyd smirked at it and then back at you. Chuckling to himself before smacking it onto your face in a sharp slap. Making you let out a little squeak before he smacked one of your breasts. Fuck be was having so much fun disrespecting you. It was exactly what you deserved after all the trouble you’d caused.
And god was he planning on fucking you like it. He’d get to the other punishments later. For now he was gonna let his dick tell you all you needed to know.
He dipped the head of his dick into your wetness first making you mewl. Fuck you were so ready for him. And he was ready to give it to you.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried when he finally slammed in. As if he was about to go easy on you. He’ll savor it later. Right now he needed to hate fuck you.
“Acting fucking crazy just so you can get my dick. Wonder what’ll happen when you’re fucking addicted to it for real,” he said into your ear.
“Lloyd!” You squeaked scratching his back. “Yes!”
He was so deep. Definitely trying to rearrange your guts. You scratched at his shoulders. Practically clawing at him.
He grabbed the back of your head, bringing it up as he pressed his forehead to yours. Your deep breathing fanning across his face as
“This what you wanted, huh?” He asked with a groan. Fuck you felt good all tight and snug around him. Only getting worse as you clenched around him. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked into your ear next.
“Yes, Daddy,” you cried.
“That’s it. That’s a good little bitch. You know who your fucking daddy is don’t you,” he groaned. “Cum for me, Baby. Cum all over daddy’s dick.” He hissed as you did as he told you. Screaming out with tears in your eyes.
Lloyd pulled out, but didn’t let you get comfortable in thinking he was going to let you take a break. Instead he just grabbed you again, snatching you close so he could pull you into his lap.
“Come here,” he said, grasping your hip as he positioned you on top. Not giving you anytime to recover from your orgasm as he worked you up and down his length. Slamming his hips up so he could meet every thrust.
You pushed his hands away, getting on your feet so you could take better control. Lloyd let out a moan as you started riding him just fucking right. Like you’d done this a million times before.
He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he got comfortable underneath you. He’d be lying if he said he’d felt a woman feel as good as you did. The way your pussy tightened around him. How wet you were. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t the only one about to get addicted.
He grabbed your ass as you leaned down to kiss him. Gripping your flesh as he moaned into your mouth. Fuck. He was not about to be able to hold on at all.
“Shit, I didn’t put a condom on. Lemme cum on your face,” he groaned as he tried to push you off. Instead you stayed firmly on top of him. If anything riding him a little harder. Slamming your pussy down his dick like you were trying to force it out of him.
You shook your head as these gasps came from your mouth. “No.”
“Get- fuck!” He groaned as it started to hit whether he liked it or not. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. “That’s it, Baby, fuck you’re riding me so fucking good.” He groaned.
You put your hands on his chest, holding him down as he succumbed. “You’re mine!” You purred as he felt it hit cumming deep inside you. Not stopping until every last drop of him was milked from his cock and inside of you. Even sinking down a little deeper like you were trying to make sure you got it all. Breathing all heavy as you fell off of him finally.
Lloyd looked at you, unsure of what he was supposed to do next. If he’d been expecting for you to be the one obsessed, he had another thing coming apparently. But that’s why men shouldn’t stick their dick in crazy, he was bound to get hooked.
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Daddy's Little Girl
A/N: Ik this isn't top gun but I was looking through my drafts and thought this was the cutest ever so I decided to post :)
Warnings: Reader and Chris get into a little argument and Chris is a little sad but other than that fluff.
Mob!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Reader
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You missed the days when all Bella could do was babble incoherently in your and Chris' arms. She had recently turned four and you felt like time was going so fast. Too fast. She was more talkative than ever and just as curious. She was always asking questions and learning new words. Bella's new favorite pastime has become interrupting Chris when he has meetings at home.
Since before Bella was born, you knew she was going to be a daddy's girl. Chris has been promising her the world since the day you two found out you were pregnant. If it wasn't for you, she would probably already have an island named after her and a pony. The man could run all of Boston and more, but when his little girl wanted ice cream for breakfast, she got ice cream for breakfast.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't tell his little girl no. Even when she would come and interrupt his meetings. He didn't have the heart to look into her eyes that reflected yours and say no. Time was always going by so quick and sooner than he'd like to. There's going to be a time when she doesn't come running to him, so while he still can he will always welcome her with open arms. You know how serious Chris' meetings can get, and because he can't say no, you do your best to keep her as far from his office as possible.
Chris was having one of his most intense meetings yet. He had told you of some of the problems they were having with shipping. Product was going "missing", getting stolen on routes, and mysteriously "disappearing". They had been going at it since dawn so you have done your very best to keep Bella distracted all day. You took her to the park this morning, then to your get nails done, then ice cream, until she started to get tired and you had to come home.
After her nap, you had to come up with new distractions. It started with dinner and then watching TV together, and now you and Bella are playing dolls together in her playroom. You had reservations about leaving her alone, but you really needed to pee. It was only thirty seconds. You could leave her alone for thirty seconds, but you knew you'd have to be quick.
"I gotta run to the bathroom Bella. Stay here, don't move" You say and Bella doesn't pay you any mind as she continues to play with her dolls. "Bella Grace look at me," You say and she finally looks you in the eye "Do not leave this room okay?" You say looking at her pointedly as you stand up.
"Yes mama" She says then goes back to playing. You take another look at her before quickly making your way to the bathroom.
All Bella had to do was wait for the bathroom door to click and she bolted out the door. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible while she quickly sprinted to her dad's office. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen him all day.
"I don't give a shit about that Grillo! Where the fuck is my product?! It doesn't magically go missing!" Chris says standing up and slamming his hands down on his mahogany wood desk. Grillo was in charge of all the shipping and exports. At this point, Chris was fed up with his b.s excuses. He and his top men had been at this since the sun came up. He hasn't eaten, or seen his wife or his little girl all day and the best they could give him was excuses? Unacceptable.
"Maybe you should calm do-" Anthony starts to say before Chris cuts him off. He could feel the vein sticking out of his neck
"You want me to calm down? We've been going at this all fucking day and we aren't any step closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on! One of our most profitable forms of revenue is falling to pieces! All of you are lucky I don't fucking fire you! I pay you all for what?! So you can sit here and waste my fu-" and it's Chris' turn to stop when he sees the door start to open. He figures it's you and now he gets worried because he knows you would only come in if it was an emergency.
Chris' team looks at the door expectantly when all they hear are giggles. Chris lets out a breath and tries to hide a smile as Bella's curly hair comes into view. Chris hears her laugh and her little footsteps as she runs around the expensive leather furniture to her dad. Chris picks her right up and kisses her forehead while she smiles like it's Christmas morning. Bella lays her on his shoulder pushing her hair out of her face and Chris can't help the own smile that takes over his face. He's spent quite literally all day pissed off and in a bad mood, so seeing one of his favorite girls is definitely already making him feel better.
"Where's mama baby?" Chris asks kissing her forehead. Any rage Chris might've been feeling suddenly dissipated while the most trusted members of the Evans family mob watched on. Almost all of them were used to the soft side of Chris that he reserved for you and his little girl.
"Bathroom. I escaped" She says giggling and Chris sighs just as you come through the door. You look around and Chris can see the worried look on your face.
"It's okay y/n. I got her," Chris says as you see Bella resting in his arms. You walk over and place your hands on your hips.
"Bella Grace I thought I told you to stay put. You can't keep disturbing your dad while he's working." You say putting your hands on your hips.
"It's okay y/n. She came in at the perfect time" Chris says looking at you. You hated when he undermined you like this, but you knew this was not the time or place to bring this up. "Meeting over. All of you get the hell out of here and find the answers I want," Chris says as everyone gets up to walk out. Anthony and Sebastian hang back to briefly talk to Chris and say hello to the two of you. After a few minutes however, they join the crowd and leave. When you look at Bella again she is on the verge of sleeping when Chris says,
"Go lay down. I'll put her in her bed for the night. I'll meet you in the room in a minute" He says kissing you softly before you pull away and make your way to the room. Chris can tell you're pissed at him but for now, focuses his attention on getting Bella in her pj's and in bed.
Getting back to yours and Chris' shared room you fall on the bed suddenly realizing how tired your are. The plush of the comforter welcoming you in. Keeping a wild four year old entertained all day was a lot harder than people sold it out to be. You could feel your eyes starting to drift closed when you hear Chris walk into the room.
"Hey I'm sure you're pissed I didn't do anything about her coming in the room but y/n I really can't say no to her. And she really did come in at a good time because I swear I was about to blow a gasket." Chris says coming to stand in front of you so you sit up.
"That's great Chris but you know I hate when you undermine me like that. Not only in front of the guys, but in front of Bella. It teaches her that she doesn't have to listen to me or anyone because you are always gonna be there to bail her out. I love your relationship with her I really do but it's unfair that I constantly have to be painted as the bad guy when I try to introduce any form of discipline," You express to Chris trying your best not to turn this into a screaming match. Chris gets down on one knee so he's eye level with you.
"I'm sorry y/n I really am. It is never my intention to undermine you I swear to that. It's just when I look at her I see so much of you. It's not an excuse but I can't tell you no either, I never could and I never will. And with Bella, she's only gonna be this small for so long. I can't even believe she's already four. Eventually there's gonna be a point where she doesn't run to me. Where she won't care enough to interrupt my meetings or she'll get too big to jump in my arms. I think I'm so scared for that day I don't want her to have any reason to start any sooner." Chris says looking at you his blue eyes slightly glossy as he looks at you and you sigh. You pull him into you and he wraps his arms around your frame and rests his head on your chest. You use one hand to play in his hair,
"I'm sorry Chris. I honestly never it saw it from your point of view. And I don't want you to think I'm mad at you either, it's just I don't want to be seen as the bad guy all the time cause I'm tryna prepare her for the world. I know you're scared about her outgrowing you but I promise she won't Chris. No matter how old or big she gets, she will always be daddy's little girl. And whenever she needs advice you will always be one of the first people she runs to. I can promise you that Chris," You say as Chris looks up at you. You press a soft kiss to his lips,
"Thank you y/n I really needed to hear that. And I promise to do my best to start trying to enforce rules with her as well. I promise." He says and you smile giving him another kiss.
"Thank you baby. Now when was the last time you ate? It's late and I need to make sure you get something in your system" You say looking at him curiously. Chris picks you up forcing you wrap your legs around his waist and gasp.
"I got a perfect meal right here," He says making you giggle as he lays you higher on the bed and spends a better part of the night pleasuring your body. While you lay soundly asleep on his chest he already has plans in motion for the cook to make all your and Bella'a favorite breakfast foods. Because at the end of the day, he wanted nothing but the best for his two favorite girls.
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a/n i may start writing again whoooo knowwws???
summary chris is announced sexiest man alive and you show him much you appreciate his sexiness
pairings chris evans x notfamous!reader
warnings smut, tons of praise, oral sex, kinda un accurate bc i’m not familiar w/ how ppl are named certain titles/given awards, not proof read, fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI
literal sexiest man alive
“i just got named “sexiest man alive.” chris says as you walk back in the room. dodger is laying at the foot of the bed and chris is standing as he just walked into your bathroom into your room with sweat pants that lay low on his waist.
his body is covered in tattoo, which is one of your favorite physical features about him. “are you serious? congratulations baby!” you say as you give him a long kiss. his hand slides from your back down to your butt as you break the kiss.
“it should’ve been ‘hottest couple alive’ like cindy crawford and richard gere that one year.” chris says and you laugh. “um for 1. they split like a year after names that and 2. no one knows me or that you’re with me.”
at that moment dodger hops off the bed and heads out the room, his tail wagging behind him. “im proud of you though.” you say and plop another kiss on his full lips before attempting to break from his grasp. he holds onto your waist tightly with a faint smirk.
“chris, why do you have that look?” you ask and he hums. “what look?”
“the look you make when you want to say something, but you won’t.”
“i wanna celebrate.” he says and you gleam with approval. “glad you can get your words out hun.” you say teasingly and he grabs your ass hard.
you kiss him again, this time for longer so he picks you up. “i’m so proud of you.” you say between kisses as chris lays you onto the bed.
he leads a trail of kisses down your sheer tank top that your nipples are straining against. “thank you.” he hums as he pulls your shirt up exposing your breast. “you’re the sexiest woman alive.”
he takes your nipple into your mouth and slides his huge hand into your shorts rubbing your clit; starting slow but getting faster with every moan you let out.
“look at me baby, look at me.” chris pleads and you do. your eyes meet his as he slides your pants downs your legs and to your ankles.
when his warm breath hits your throbbing clit, shivers zoom up your spine. “you’re so gorgeous baby; so gorgeous.”
his praise gets you off just ask much as his mouth on you. he always says the right things and always hits the right spots.
“i’m coming.” you say and chris continues licking and rubbing at the same pace. when you come, your vision becomes white and you see stars.
“you taste so good baby.“ chris says as you come, “so fucking good”
when you come down from your high, chris’ pants are off, which you assume came off when he was eating you out. he takes himself into his hand and strokes slowly watching you.
“let me taste you chris.” you say but he shakes his head. “i need to be in you now.”
opening your legs, chris gets a full view of your throwing pussy which makes his harder than ever. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of your pretty pussy.”
you mean lightly as he positions himself between your legs and pushes in. though you’ve been with him for 2 years, you’re still not used to his size.
“you’re so fucking big chris,” you moan out as he starts moving at a slow pace.
his hips thrust and his movements starts to get faster. the sounds of both of your panting and praises fill the room. “you’re so tight hun, goddamn” chris says and a bit of his boston accent slips out.
“right there chris.” you say just as he hits the right spot. you’re vision fades again and you arch your back as you moan loudly.
at the sight of you coming on him, chris comes with you causing his thrust to slow down and him to fall onto you, leaving wet kisses on your forehead.
“you’re so fucking beautiful.” chris says.
“yeah but you’re the sexiest man alive.”
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Birthday princess 
pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson
genera || fluff.
summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.
wordcount || 2,4K
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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.
Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.
He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.
Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.
He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.
Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.
As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.
At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.
He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.
The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.
After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.
"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.
"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.
Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.
“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.
He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.
He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.
"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.
"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.
He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.
"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.
He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.
"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.
"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"
"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."
"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."
"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.
"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.
“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.
"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.
“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."
“Okay be careful”
“Always”
He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.
“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.
“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”
“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”
Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”
“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.
“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”
“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.
Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.
When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.
As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.
You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.
Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.
After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.
“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.
“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.
When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.
Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”
Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.
You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.
You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.
“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.
After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.
Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.
Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.
"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.
After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.
"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"
"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.
A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.
“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.
“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”
Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”
“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.
Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.
You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.
If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.
Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.
From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.
Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.
“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl
Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.
They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.
“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.
Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.
When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.
"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be
He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.
“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly
“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.
Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”
Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"
“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."
"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."
"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.
You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"
You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (5)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!
Note: Thank you for all the love so far! It means the world!
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the fourth part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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(The reader is nearing five months pregnant, it’s giving WandaVision speed lmao. Chris is a proud PAPAya)
You hadn’t spoken to Chris in a week, and it was another week he couldn’t see his child grow. It wasn’t like he was off in another state filming a movie. In fact, he was here in Boston filming Defending Jacob, so he had nothing but opportunities to see you and the baby. But you hadn’t wanted that, ignoring his calls and text. He knew he messed up asking your such personal questions. But he just wanted to help if he could.
So now on his day off work, he found himself walking up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a pack of ginger ale. He truly hoped you would accept his peace offering—he also hoped your love for ginger ale wasn’t conditional to your pregnancy.
Chris adjusted his hoodie and hat, coughing before he knocked on your apartment door. From the other side he heard stampering, and before he knew it the door flew wide open and so did his eyes. The girl before him looked just like you, only shorter and not pregnant. His eyebrow rose as she chewed on a Twix bar, pulling at the carmel that fell from the bar while she stared him down.
“You gonna say anything, or do you just stare?” She burped causing Chris’s face to scrunch up.
“Um?” He coughed, peaking at the apartment doors number, yup still 338. “Am I at the right apartment?”
“You’re at the right place.’ She looked Chris up and down. “Y/n just taking her thirtieth bathroom break of the day.” She turned, walking away leaving the door wide open.
“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there like a pedophile?” She wandered into the kitchen.
Unsure, Chris stepped inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind himself. “And you are?” He asked, following behind the girl. He watched as she pounced onto the counter, digging into a pint of moose tracks ice cream.
She laughed, kicking her legs. “I’m, Sarah. Y/n’s younger sister. Who are you?” She pointed at him with her spoon.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah beat him to the chase. “Wait. Don’t tell me,’ she laughed, rubbing her chin. “You’re the baby daddy, Chris Evans. My roommates fucking obsessed with you.”
“Well, thanks.’ He chuckled awkwardly, placing the flowers down on the counter.
“Want some?” Sarah held her a spoonful of ice cream out in front of Chris’s mouth.
“I’m good.” Chris quickly declined.
“Your loss.” She jumped of the counter. “Y/N, GET OUT HERE—YOUR BABY DADDY IS HERE!” She shouted down the small hallway of your apartment.
Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, here brown eyes glaring at Chris’s blue ones as she emerged from the darkness of the hallway. Although he hadn’t known her long, her eyes always conveyed so much. And right now, they told him to get the hell out of her house. Which was nice by the way.
It was small and cozy, a blend of modern and almost Victorian style furniture with nice hints of pastels and neutrals blending together. A candles wick flickered in the background making the apartments living space smell immaculately . Chris was almost jealous of this place.
“What do you want?” You stuck your nose in the air, slouching back on her sofa.
Chris sighed, grabbing the flowers and walking around to your sofa. He took a seat behind you, placing the flowers on your dark brown coffee table.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for prying, it wasn’t fair for me to drop those questions on you. Especially without your permission.” He said softly.
“Yeah, apologize as you should.” Sarah leaned over the top of the sofa, staring Chris down. “Digging into our personal shit like you’re Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Have several seats, Captain Underpants.” She rolled her eyes.
“Sarah,” you popped your little sisters lip. “Go away.”
Sarah smacked your hand back in retaliation, and you could have sworn you hear Chris stifle out a laugh. You glared at them both.
“Go away.” You growled at her, watching her step into the kitchen. “Further.” You pointed in the direction of her bedroom.
“Sorry.” You rubbed your eyes finally addressing Chris. “What did you want again.” You yawned, snuggling into your heated blanket more.
Chris smiled, looking at your ever growing belly, glowing skin, and messy hair. He liked that you were still intact with the child in you, some of your hair strands being dyed pink. Even with this ordeal and everything you’d been through, you still had an innocence about yourself, and that was more than he could say for others he had met.
“Right.” Chris emerged from the trance you seemed to put him in. “I just wanted to give you these and apologize.” He pointed toward the flowers.
“I hate the smell of flowers.” You blurted. Chris sat dumbfounded, what kind of girl hated the smell of flowers.
“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,’ you got up and headed to the kitchen with your flowers in hand. “I guess they’ll make a cute center piece, until they die.” You plucked away at one of the red rose petals.
“Right.” Chris frowned, not sure how to take your response. He was walking on egg shells here.
“I accept your apology, by the way.” You flicked on the kitchen sink, pouring water into a clear purple vase.
“Really?” Chris beamed.
“Yeah,’ you trimmed the ends of the flowers, tossing them in the vase. “I guess you should know about how fucked up your child’s grandfather is, right?” You said. “How he almost killed me and the rest of my family.”
Chris’s heart pained hearing that. The thought that you could have been killed as a young girl, struck him deeply. How could someone who said he loved you do such horrid things.
“I’m really sorry about that, Y/n.” Chris grabbed your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.
“If you’re so sorry.’ Sarah’s head popped around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. “Cook us some dinner, I’m starved.”
You laughed, feeling your own belly rumble. “It’s only fair.” You shrugged.
“And we want pasta.” Sarah demanded.
Chris could tell the two of you were nothing alike. He shook his head, finally giving in to cooking for the two of you. Not that he had any other plans.
“Fine.” He smiled. “But I only know how to make Alfredo.”
—
Chris had been cooking for around thirty minutes, and you’d been staring at his back for the better half of it. And boy did he have a great back, but that wasn’t what most of your thoughts were consumed by. It was mostly consumed by the fact that he never rejected you, not even for a split second. You went through a denial phase of the pregnancy, wanting to end it all. But Chris never seemed to want that.
“Chris.” You spoke up.
He turned around looking at you, almost signaling for you to speak.
“Why do you want this baby so bad?” You bite into a banana.
Chris stopped stirring the Alfredo sauce. Putting the wooden spoon you had provided down. “Why do you ask?”
“What, i can’t ask thought provoking questions too?” You walked around the counter, standing directly in front of him now. “Why did you want this.” You pointed at the bump.
Chris shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family.”
“No, there’s more to that story. Everyone wants a family, a village to come home to.” You explained.
“Well maybe that’s just it.” Chris turned around, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m tired of coming home to an empty house, it’s been just me and dodger for the pass five years. Maybe I want more, Y/n.”
You sighed, and there it was. He was lonely. “I get that. Thank you for being honest.” You smiled.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, turing back to the sauce.
“So you think this baby will be enough for you?” You asked.
“I know it will, and so will you.” He said back.
Your heart fluttered at that sentiment, you think you were staring to love your accidental family just a little bit more each and every day—and that included Chris.
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Chris’s dinner was, interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t bad, but it was stellar either. Not that you were going to tell him that. But Sarah on the other hand. She had a mouth for anyone and anything.
“Did you season this?” She asked with a perplexed face
“Yes? Is it not to your standard, Queen Sarah.” Chris sassed her back.
Sarah scoffed. “Don’t get smart.” She frowned at him.
He put his hands up in defense, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Y/n? Your thoughts?”
You looked up, playing with the noodles. “Um, it’s cute.” You said quietly, hearing Sarah burst into a fit of giggles.
“Cute?” He said, narrowing his blue eyes.
“I mean,’ you stammered over your words. “Never mind, it’s great.” You lied to him, watching his face soften.
“Well, thank you,’ he coughed. “I actually have something to ask you.” He said.
“That’s funny,” Sarah interjected. “I was gonna ask you something to.”
Chris subtly rolled his eyes. “What is, Sarah?”
She smirked. “What’s it like to be famous? And what made you want to honker down and have this baby with my fabulous sister?”
“Being famous isn’t what everyone thinks. It’s not all glitz and glamour, it’s hard work too.”
“I bet.” She took a sip of her drink. “And my sister?” She nudged you.
Chris looked at you and then the baby, a glimmer of something you couldn’t explain was in his eyes. “I just—I don’t know I feel comfortable around your sister, and I’m in a position where I can take care of both of them. Relationship or not, I guess.” He mumbled.
“It’s not conventional,’ you gave his hand a pat. “But it’ll work.” You smiled.
“Aw, how cute!” Sarah said sarcastically. “So you know Sebastian?” She immediately changed the subject.
You giggled, spitting out your ginger ale a bit. “Stop.”
“No, don’t do that!’ Sarah laughed. “You should have seen what she was saying about him.” She told Chris
“You know Sebastian?” Chris grabbed his glass confused.
“No, I don’t. But after I found out who you were I kind of went on a stalking binge with Sarah on the phone, we found Sebastian. And I don’t know, he’s cute.” You smiled, before taking another sip.
alright, Chris didn’t know if he should be jealous. According to everyone he was just your baby daddy. But something about the woman carrying his baby finding his best friend ‘cute’ bothered him, badly.
“Hm, yeah well Sebastian’s a sweetheart.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Maybe he can be your next celebrity baby daddy, Y/n.” Now it was Chris’s turn to spit of his drink.
“Sorry.” Chris said as everyone’s eyes were on him, he wiped himself off with a napkin avoiding the girls eyes.
“You good bro?” Sarah asked, ripping off another piece of paper towel and passing it to him.
“Yeah.’ He coughed once more. “I’m fine.”
“But y/n,’ Chris carried on. “I was thinking we should plan for a baby shower.”
“Oh,’ y/n gasped.
“I mean if that okay with you?” He added.
“Yeah, it’s great. It’s just, I don’t have much family to bring. It’ll just be Sarah and Vada.” You told him.
“That’s ok.’ He smiled. “My family has been dying to you meet you.”
“Okay.“ you nodded.
“Good. When should we start planning?” Chris asked, pulling out his calendar.
“Are you opening your calendar?” Sarah laughed.
“Sarah, stop he’s busy. And next week should be fine, Chris.”
“Hopefully not too busy for the baby.” She grumbled underneath her breath, Chris hears her and glares.
“Never too busy.” He replied with a different look for both girls. “Next week is perfect Y/n.”
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BM3
Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.
Word Count: 2,517
Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.
Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.
A/N: You know I had to double it.
Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.
“Chris…”
The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.
Shit.
“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.
“What are you doing here Minka?”
She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.
“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.
Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”
Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”
“Minka chill-”
“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.
“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”
“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”
“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.
“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.
“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.
“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.
Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”
“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”
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Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.
“You calm now love?”
“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”
“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”
“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.
The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.
A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”
His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”
Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”
“W-What? W-Where are you-”
Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.
Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.
Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.
“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”
She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.
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I told you, you better stay prayed up
You never thought the universe be looking for revenge
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Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.
Liquor Store to be exact.
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You can't keep just doing them girls like that
Thinking that nobody finna bite back
Losing your mind, baby
Can't be sure, time's wasting
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“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.
“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.
“Keep the change.”
She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.
Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.
Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.
“Hmm?”
She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”
Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.
“Tell me the fuck about it!”
“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”
“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”
“Can I vent to you about Henry?”
“Baby the floor is all yours.”
“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.
“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.
“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”
“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”
“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”
“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”
“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”
“Bet.”
Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.
“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.
“They’re fine.”
“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.
“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.
“Ry! Girl!”
Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”
Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.
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Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.
She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”
Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”
“Do you want eggs?”
“Yes.”
“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”
Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.
“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.
"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."
Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.
She got Lively ready and got herself ready.
Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."
"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"
"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.
"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.
"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"
The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"
"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."
"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.
"Thank you mommy."
"You're welcome, baby."
The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."
That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."
A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."
Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.
"Daddy!!"
"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"
"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"
"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."
That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.
"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."
"Okay...Okay."
Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.
"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."
'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.
"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"
Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.
Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"
"Please, daddy? Please?"
"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."
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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!
I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!
Stay slutty my friends.
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✨ ✨Appreciation Post ✨ ✨
Dear Blogs that write for Black Readers x Austin Butler or any of his characters he’s played (Or any Black Reader x Any Person), Please don't stop writing, all of y'all’s work is some of THE BEST to be written, EVER. (I’ve been apart of ALOT of fandoms and have read a ton of work) None can compare, you make black women feel seen by making stories that are relatable to US. (Even if it’s made up). So this is for you, I APPRECIATE all of you and all the time and dedication you put into your work, it does not go UNSEEN or OVERLOOKED, because if I come across your work I’m always liking and reblogging (I’m getting better at reblogging y’all’s work) because I’m always rooting for y'all even if your work isn’t getting the recognition it deserves. You are SEEN.
Sorry for Rambling it was just on my heart to share
(Tagging a couple people who I think are amazing writers) (If I didn't tag you drop a comment I would love to see your work I’m always up to read more stories)
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(Those are just a few from the Austin butler Fandom and Chris Evans Fandom (Although I need to read more of Chris Evans because I’m slacking, Austin has a tight grip on me)
Love all of you.🤎
-Incorectly
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|Good Boy|
C.E x Reader
A/N: I know I know...I promised this weeks ago lol. Forgive me?
Summary: A sex deprived Chris and some coco butter lotion on his lady? Maybe he can get back on her good graces.
Warning ⚠️ Rated R, viewer/reader discretion is advised. Sex, word porn (etc) if any of this makes you uncomfortable PLEASE DO NOT READ!
Enjoy lovelies!
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You sat on top of his torso with ass directly in his face. His smooth hands rubbing the coco butter across your fat behind evenly pressing his finger deep into your skin. You felt your core tremble and you looked down at his cock slowly rising and the bumpy veins bulging. Licking your dry lips you looked behind you as he gave your soft ass a squeeze. He had given you a lifted brow as you watched his mouth peek into a tiny smile. The gag you had shoved in there five minutes prior preventing Chris from speaking.
“Mm Chris…just like that.” You told him eyes going back to his tall member staring you in the face. You moaned feeling his large hands grip your ass his other hand trying to pull you closer to his face. “Mmm.” You moaned with a sneaky laugh. Your core still throbbing at the soft glide of his hands slapping your ass gently making goosebumps appear.
Chris was no stranger to your body. His hands were very well acquainted with your large ass and their matching tiger stripes. He damn near slept on it every night and worshipping your heavy thighs. Looking back at him again as your hand touched the tip of his dick gently, Chris was begging you to take it into your mouth.
“You want me to suck you off, baby?” You tease as he nodded his head. “Yeah? Want me to take your big cock in my mouth.” You tease again. “Want me to make you cum?” His naked body shook a little as you eye him. His grip on your ass tightening and loosening if it was a stress ball. Facing Chris’ dick you spit on it.
With one hand you glide up and the other tickling his pair. Your mouth began to water a bit with anticipation. This was a punishment for him honestly. Chris thought coming home at two in the morning was acceptable. “I lost track of time.” That’s been his excuse everyday this week and then he had the audacity to sleep all day without showing you a speck of love and affection besides a sorry half ass peck on the head before falling right onto the bed.
You had fallen into this position when he objected to you shaving your lady parts. You had one foot on the edge of the tub and he was leaning on the door in his robe. His arms were crossed and he was getting sick of the silent treatment. “Baby you can’t keep ignoring me.”
“You’re right. I can’t but I’m really mad at you so, go away.” You shooed him with the shaving cream bottle on the toilet.
“Y/N.” He said
Rolling your eyes you focused on the mirror beneath you. Your boobs were spilling out of your bra accidentally on purpose. You had no problem making Chris lust over your body while playing this game of ‘look do not touch’ which you were definitely winning at this point.
Your lips rub together as you take the little razor in your hands. Chris walked over and snatched the razor from your hands, throwing it on the ground. His eyes look at you with an immense and rather annoyed glare. You smirk gently and lick your lower lip, his hand reaches for a towel and he laid it on the counter. He snatched the rag off the counter and lifted you onto the sink. His eyes never leaving yours as he wet the cloth and squeezed it out with his free hand. Your hand rested on his shoulder for support and his jaw clenched. Lifting your leg onto his shoulder you watched him wipe off the shaving cream
“What are you doing?” You chuckle
“No, what are you doing?” He asks “you’re shaving my pet.”
“Chris, please.” You scoff as he rinses the cloth out. “She’s not yours anymore. You have another pet who keeps your dick wet until two in the morning-“
“I told you already,” he sighed with a chuckle “I’m not with any other woman, Y/N. I am working.”
“Shut up.” You tell him, snatching the cloth from his hands and hitting him across the chest with it. “Don’t talk to me.” You said standing up and picking up the razor and shaving cream. “My kitty, my rules.”
“You’re not shaving that.” He said as you held your your palm to his face walking out of the bathroom. His eyes widened at your audacity as a little smirk plays on your lips. You began to let the robe fall off your shoulder exposing your shoulder blades and the bra.
Ohhh weren’t you a tease! His dick twitched and he groaned loudly wanting to bend you over the hallway table and watch you take him.
Chris licked his lips and followed you out. Like a child, you repeated, “Lalalalala.” As your man tried to talk to you. “I can’t hear you! Lalalalalalala.” You kept going.
“Y/N-“
“Nope! Lalala!”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Keep walking like that,” he says scanning your half naked body. “Im gonna have you begging for me to fuck you.”
“Me fuck you?” You laughed out loud, swinging your head around. “Christopher please!” You laughed as the robe fell in a small pool at your feet. “You want me!” You told him throwing the shaving cream at him before flicking him off. “You want to fuck me!”
Chris only laughed and nodded his head as you couldn’t hold in your own laughter. “Fuck you.” He chuckled and walked near you as you tried to pretend to be mad. The shaving cream dropping out of his hands as he bit his lips.
“Don’t touch me, fool.” You giggled as he folded his hands in his armpits. “You don’t get none of this.” You motioned to your body. “Go fuck that other bitch.”
Chris cocked his eye brows up seeing your teeth laugh. His bottom lip was wet, you could just grab him by his face and lick lips with him. Mmm how you wanted a taste of your man’s lips. You weren’t really mad, but seeing Chris squirm like a child holding their pee made you laugh. The pure enjoyment you were having.
The yearning in his eyes. They literally beamed as you unhooked your bra. A low grunt left his throat and you walked closer to him holding the lace bra in your hands waving it in front of him.
“Baby come on.” He moaned throwing his head back shifting his legs left to right. “Don’t do this to me.” He begged poking out his lower lip. “Please baby please. I’m sorry.” He whispered
“Shut up.” You whispered back as your lips were on his ear. “No more talking for the night. You wanna get back on my good graces?” You asked him
“Yes. Y/N you can’t be serious-“
“I said shut up.” You frowned gracefully, and brought your thumb to his lip motioning for him to widened his mouth. You inserted one of the bra cups into his mouth. He didn’t speak. You grinned evilly and pushed him against the wall. He eyed your tits and reached to touch the nipples.
Swallowing the lump in your throat you folded your lips and practically melted in his tender touch. They ran across your soft nipples back and forth. Fuck! He was winning. You didn’t want to seem like you were enjoying it to much. He wanted to fuck you.
You breathed in sharply before backing away. You smirked and squeezed his cheeks together. His eyelashes blinked and he groaned in frustration. You stalked off to your room where you started putting on some lotion. The coco butter smoothing in your hands as you heard his heavy footsteps drag to the door. Chris wastched you bend over slathering the lotion on your ankles as your core stared him directly in the face. He clenched down on the bra as the other side hung out. His foot tapped and you knew he was watching.
Why is torture so much fun? You asked yourself
Chris had snatched the lotion and began rubbing it in his palms. He started on your other leg and you sat down seeing the erection growing in his plaid pajama pants. Damn…your own jaw clenched trying to fight your own urges to rip them off. Chris noticed your wandering eyes and stepped back taking off his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. Typical. He loved going commando at night. It lead to easier sex when you both woke up with the horny urge to fuck.
You were sitting on his knee as he sat on the bed. The bra still hanging from his mouth. Hmmm, maybe Chris was really sorry. You joked as his thumb crossed over your nipples. His other hand on your thigh rubbing in the extra coco butter. He laid back as your eyes inch over to his cock. Chris yanked your ass onto his chest in a swift motioning for you to lean over so he can lotion you up.
“Chris…” you muttered laughing enjoying his roaming hands.
Which brought you here. Aching to give your man some head. He was being so good! You wanted to scream. Your mouth came on top of his dick and you heard him moan. You wanted to hear him in all his loud glory so you reached back and took the bra from his mouth. He coughed and moaned loudly again.
Smiling against his hard member you stroked up and down his cock with your tongue. It touched the back of your throat and Chris pulled you down on his face. Your weight sitting on your face and he groaned again as you settled your own throbbing core on him.
You breathed out and gasped as his mouth sucked on you. Your slurping sounds and Chris light kissing noises made a beat as your heart thumped. He groaned with every breath and you kept bobbing your head up and down his shaft as your hand played with his balls.
The veins poking the inside of your mouth. You had never done a 69 with Chris. With no one actually. He would beg you to sit on his face and you’d jerk him off. That was about it.
Chris loved to watch your face when you came. He would fuck you in the bathroom, bent over the sink, plunging his cock in you and you always tried to keep eye contact with him, but in the midsts of your pleasure you’d close your eyes and cum. Many times he’d finger you as you both stood in front of the large mirror in your hallway. Chris would hold your leg up and you’d hold onto his neck for support and it never failed. His eyes would watch you open your mouth when he hit your g spot and just when you were going to cum, Chris would insert a third finger. It always made your body lurch forward, practically falling on the mirror, smearing your sweat and cum all over it. Then he’d lick all three of his fingers and bend down to lick up your thighs and legs.
Sex with Chris was easy. He was open with everything and you liked to experiment. As he ate your pussy, you felt your core tighten and release over and over as you moaned against his hard member. Your mouth full, you felt his warm cock beat inside as you moaned loudly. Chris grunted and his cock twitched shooting his semen at the back of your throat. You gagged a little letting his cock fal lfrom your lips covered in his cum as you swallowed.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned pulling your ass even closer. You were sure you were suffocating him. Your eyes closed tightly as he raked his tongue on the inside of your core. Your feet curled as you threw your head back as your orgasm was peeking.
“Right there!” You groan with labored breathing “Ahh fuck! Fuck!”
The wet core covered in Chris’ salvia pulsates as you rock against his mouth. Your hand reaching down massaging your enlarged clit with quick motion. Chris slurped and you moaned. His voice was muffled and you arched your back feeling your own wetness soak his face.
“I’m almost there!” You rubbed your clit faster as his tongue plunged and slurped. “Chris!”
Feeling yourself release onto his face, a rain storm covered his mouth dripping onto his beard. He gasped catching his breath as he flipped you over, hovering over you. Laughing, you watched his wet beard go down, licking up your thighs as you caught your breath.
He moaned as his tongue tickled the inside of your huge thighs as he slapped the skin with his palm. The sting sent you into a small frenzy as you winced slightly as grabbed onto his hair, rubbing your fingers through his soft scalp. His eyes hungrily undressing you as he flicked his tongue on the outside of his mouth, tasting your juices that ran down his face.
“Good boy.” You muttered
The End!
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yall…what the fuck is Christopher Robert Jamal Evans doing! I mean that thang is hanging!
his pants are literally stugglingggg struggling to hold that dick up 🥹 if i dont get that dick in my mouf sooooooon
literally a crime to humanity that you havent shared that thang with me 🤷🏽♀️
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Need You Tonight
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!girlfriend!reader
Summary: You’re trying to give your boyfriend his Christmas present. If only he didn’t have company.
Warnings: minors dni, smut, oral, missionary sex
A/N: ngl the endings a little rushed cuz I really wanted to put this out. Titled after Need You Tonight by American Would have been out sooner but work was a lot this season. Anyway. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. This is unedited 🫣 Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)
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Your friends had been right. What the hell was wrong with you. Here you were seeing a great guy like Steve and sure the two of you had agreed to take things slow but your vibrator was not cutting it now.
Besides you had no idea what to get him and your friends had talked you into this red lingerie set. About what a great gift it’d be for him while you were out Christmas shopping. And then you ended up spilling it all that it hadn’t happened yet.
And they looked at you like you were crazy.
You get it, but with Steve things didn’t need to be about sex. He wanted to take it as slow as you needed.
He’d been the perfect gentleman. Never asking you for too much. Willing to wait until the right time to take things to next levels. Honestly it was kind of nice to take all that pressure off, but you had needs. And you knew he could fulfill them.
So why keep beating around the bush.
Honestly this was something you’d always wanted to do. Steve was the kind of guy that deserved this energy. Was definitely the kind of guy you could see yourself settling down with. The kinda man that you could take him to mom and even she’d swoon. The kinda man you saved the big piece of chicken for.
And your pussy was tired of you pretending like you didn’t want him to touch you.
Maybe you shouldn’t have given into it. On one hand scared that you’d embarrassed yourself. Then on the other you were so horny that all you could think was fuck it. You’d gone slow enough by now.
Besides there was snow on the ground and all you wanted was for him to hold you as soon as the snow touched the ground. Then you kept thinking about him going from being his sweet self to something else entirely and now you couldn’t get it out of your head.
So now you were swallowing as you worked up the nerve to knock on his door. Dressed in way too little for the kind of weather that was outside telling yourself that you could so do this even if it meant freezing your nipples off. You could so seduce Captain America. No big deal.
You looked around making sure no one else could see you. Butterflies doing tricks in your stomach as you waited for him. Not like you didn’t know he was home.
“Y/N?” He asked. Surprised to see you when he opened the door. Especially to be standing in front of him wearing a trench coat. Stilettos on your feet. Makeup and hair done to perfection.
Obviously his first instinct was to think that maybe he forgot about something. Not helping it as he looked you up from head to toe. A girl like you standing on his doorstep at a time like this. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gotten his schedule mixed up.
“Hey,” you replied, with a smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, but-,”
Steve relaxed a little when he realized it wasn’t that he’d missed anything. So he cut you off to say, “No, no. You’re always welcome here. You know that,” he said. Still not able to tear his eyes away from how fucking stunning you looked.
No he had to have missed something.
But honestly you were feeling kind of weird because yeah Steve was a really attractive man. Always well-groomed and polite, but also you could smell his cologne which was intoxicating.
If he wasn’t expecting you why did he look so good.
No. Steve wasn’t like that. By now he’d asked you to be his girlfriend and everything. You were official. He wouldn’t just do that. Right? Not when you’d been gushing to all your friends about him. Not when he’d been the first guy you’d ever gotten comfortable with. Shit this was not a good idea.
Well that was until he pulled you into a hug. Leaning down to press a quick kiss onto your lips. Like he was trying to be careful to not get your lipstick on him.
“You look really fucking pretty,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “I didn’t miss a date or anything, right?” He asked.
“No,” you replied looking up at him with your chin on his chest his arms snuggly around you. “I just wanted to see you,” you said. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time.”
Steve furrowed his brow before kissing your forehead. “I mean… it’s not the best time,” he replied with a chuckle.
“Oh,” you said. “Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”
Once again looking to make sure none of his neighbors could see you.
“Baby, it’s ok. I’m always happy to see you.”
He was just acting so normal even if anxiety was taking it’s course. It was now or never either way. “I just… I was thinking about some stuff and I…” you were trying to sound all husky and sexy and holy fuck you were hoping you were selling it, “wanted to give you your Christmas present early.”
Getting ready to undo the tie around your waist. Now or never. Now or never. Now or never.
“Wait, Babe, I-,” he started, stopping as the coat fell open. Exposing the lingerie you were wearing underneath. Steve not able to stop his jaw from dropping as he got a good look at you. Breasts confined to a red bra with a matching thong. Garter belt around your thighs.
He’d never seen that much of you. So to be seeing it like this… goddamn. Almost made him forget what he was going to say, which was a shame as he heard Tony says, “Well, damn, Cap, I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of party.”
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Tony was way too giddy for someone whose eyes almost got plucked out by a super solider a minute ago. Telling him to fuck off before stepping outside so he could close to door behind him.
Especially when you turned to cover yourself. A gasp leaving your lips from the shock. Putting your hand to your mouth as the embarrassment seeped in.
At first Steve just wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you from behind. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he cooed into your ear. “It’s okay. You didn’t know, Sweetheart.”
As if that made it any better.
“Look at me,” he told you after a few moments even though you really didn’t want to. Not with your eyes probably looking all hazy now. “I’m serious it’s okay. Tony knows I’ll fuck him up if he says anything.”
“But he saw… everything,” you groaned, crinkling your nose. Not feeling any less mortified.
Steve chuckled. “At least you look good?”
“Really?” You asked, biting your lip. Finally turning around in his arms.
“Oh, you look really good. Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me.” He put his hand under your chin so you have to look up at him. “What brought this on?” He asked.
“I’m just… tired of waiting,” you said.
Steve tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Yeah? Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve been feeling the same way.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Of course,” he replied. “All I’ve been thinking about lately, but I didn’t wanna push you.”
“It’s okay,” you replied. “You could’ve I wouldn’t have been mad.”
“Don’t worry, Baby. We’ve got time to make up for it.” He sighed, a content smile spreading onto his lips. “You wanna join us?”
Honestly you weren’t sure if you could face Tony. Fucking Iron Man of all people had just seen you half naked trying to surprise his teammate.
“Don’t worry about Tony,” he tried to assure you once again. “Besides, you’ll finally be able to meet everyone. Well almost everyone.”
Not that this is the way you’d imagined it. And while you’d rather crawl into a hole and die than face them, you really did wanna be close to Steve right now.
“Well… okay,” you replied.
Steve kissed the side of your head, grabbing your hand.
The apartment had been decorated by the two of you. Steve happy to let you decide what went there. At your place you were sharing with your roommates and couldn’t just take it all over, but he didn’t give a shit. He was happy to have you do whatever you desired.
Tony had even commented on it when he walked in. Surprise to see his friend’s home so festive.
As soon as you got in, there was Tony with a smirk on his face. Ready to toss out some smart remark. Steve cutting his eyes at him like he was dating him to open his mouth.
“Guys, this is Y/N. My girlfriend. Y/N, this is everyone.”
“Oh my gosh! Finally! We’ve been asking when he was gonna bring around the girl that’s been stealing him away from us,” Natasha shot up so she could pull you into a hug.
“I can see why,” Tony remarked with a snort.
If looks could kill he’d definitely be six feet under with the way Steve looked at him. ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he mouthed.
Tony’s jaw dropped because it wasn’t often he could push Cap this hard. On one hand not wanting to make this any worse, but who was he kidding. He was Tony Stark of course he wanted to make it worse.
He’d just never seen Rogers so possessive. Not that he could really blame him. Tony would have been ready to fight someone too if he had a girl like you showing up like that ready to keep him warm in the middle of winter.
Could see the whole good girl thing going on despite what he had seen previously. Of course the golden boy would be into that. Sweet on the outside but only an inside he was allowed to have.
Besides Natasha was absolutely gushing over you. Had been trying to set him up for how long? And then he finally gets with someone and she’s had to wait to meet you. Of course she was going to gush.
“Hi, Sam. Bucky,” you greeted them as the two got up to say hello.
Natasha gasped. “Wait! You guys got to meet her before me? Steve!”
“They were with me when we met!” He protested.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We so need more girls around. Wanda, Pepper, and I can only take so much,” she said.
“We’re not that bad,” Sam protested. “Just Tony,” he added, who’d started ignoring them to pay attention to the fight again. “And, Bucky can be a handful.”
“At least I’m not going around harassing people with my metal bird,” Bucky retorted.
“Redwing is family! The sooner everyone understands that the better off we’ll all be.”
“See what I have to put up with,” Natasha said.
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It was pretty fun hanging out with them. Watching Steve get all hyped up with them. Something was kind of sexy about watching him like this.
But still you just wanted to spend time with him. Alone. And this trench coat was not ideal for this kind of setting.
“You okay, Baby?” He asked into your ear after awhile seeing the way you kept trying to make sure your tie was fully closed.
“Yeah,” you answered looking up at him with a smile. While comfortable still a little nervous since you were just sitting here in a trench coat with barely anything underneath.
“Are you cold?” He asked into your ear.
“A little,” you replied.
“Sorry,” he whispered, before kissing your cheek. “Too bad I can’t be warming you up right now.”
You found yourself biting your lip at that. Look up at him through your lashes before he swiped his lips across yours really quick. “Hey, hey, hey, other people are around,” Tony said, snapping his fingers. “Put your hands where we can see ‘em.”
You raised your hands up, but Steve just rolled his eyes before standing up. “Be right back,” he replied, grabbing your hand.
“Hurry back, it’s almost the main event,” Natasha said.
Okay good. It was almost over. Then you could get to the part you’d come over for.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sam remarked.
Steve was blushing as he grabbed you be your hips so he could lead you away. Down the hall towards his bedroom. “Sorry about them,” he said when they were out of earshot.
“No it’s sweet,” you replied. Steve put his hand on the small of your back. Trying to keep himself from going further down to your ass.
It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t messed around. You’d gotten close to having sex but it was like… he doesn’t know. Something always stopped them. Like they were waiting to savor it. No wonder you’d gotten so sick of it and just came over here like this.
His poor girl had wanted to surprise him. Had wanted him to take care of you fully. Instead you got a room full of his friends ragging on him when he could have been kissing you all over.
Now you were sitting on his bed as he dug through the drawer to find a sweatshirt for you to wear.
“Here, Baby,” he replied, handing it to you.
You stood up to tug at the tie around your waist. Letting it fall from your body. Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked up and down your body.
Would he be a bad host if he told everyone to get the fuck out.
Before you could fully shrug off your coat, Steve grabbed you by your waist. Wrapped his arms around you in a snug embrace. Your lingerie covered breasts pressing into his chest. “Fuck. I almost want you to keep it on,” he said. “Maybe we can have a do over.”
“Mhm,” you replied. “I’ll just make sure to warn you next time.”
“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he said.
“I just didn’t know what to get you and then my friends freaked when I told them we’ve never had sex.” You laughed.
“Ohhh so you’re my present?” He asked with a smirk. “Damn. Maybe I should just open you up.”
Steve was ready to kiss you again, except as soon as his lips touched yours there was a knock on the door. “Fights on!” Bucky said through the door. Steve able to hear Sam snickering through the door.
“We’ll be right out,” he replied with a sigh. Fucking cockblocks.
You giggled and it only made him want to say fuck it even more. Throw you on the bed and devour you. “Come on,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. “Really want me to keep it on?” You asked him.
“I want you to be comfortable,” he said. “Besides. I like seeing you in my clothes.” Then his eyes went down to your boobs. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.
“We better get back out there,” you said.
Ugh he couldn’t wait for everyone to be gone.
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“No! What the fuck!” Tony groaned, throwing his head back as his guy went down. “You’re fucking kidding me!”
Sam on the other hand was positively giddy. Happy as hell to take home a bet against the billionaire.
“We’re going to see you at Christmas dinner, right?” Natasha said as they all said their goodbyes.
You looked up at Steve who smiled down at you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He’d already been asking you if you wanted to join them. Had wanted to spend your first Christmas as a couple together of course, but you’d been on the fence having been nervous to meet everybody.
“Yeah I think it’ll be fun,” you answered.
Steve didn’t want to make it obvious that he was trying to hurry them out. Because as soon as the door closed he was right there. Picking you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. Not even saying a word as he kissed you. Large hands coming to grip at your ass.
Your lips worked against his. Hands clawing at those broad shoulders. Moaning into his mouth. Only pulling away so he could pull his shirt off.
There was this hunger that the two of you never got to have before that was definitely there now. Finding yourself unable to stop now that you’d started. Wanted him to touch you all over. Can’t believe you’d waited this long in the first place.
Something about you taking the initiative. He’d been trying to take it slow. Protect your honor and shit. Wait until you were ready.
Had been picturing rose petals and shit. Maybe he’d take you somewhere nice. Wine and dine you first. You probably would have gotten all dressed up.
That’s okay. They could do that another time. Right now he just didn’t wanna stop putting his lips all over you. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he kissed along your thighs.
Was down on his knees ready to worship you. Something about you being the one to initiate it was making him want to.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“Can’t believe you dressed all up for me,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful. Can’t wait to finally make love to you, Baby. Can I taste you?”
“Yes,” you cried.
Fuck he was in heaven with his face between your thighs. Couldn’t get enough. Especially as his tongue touched your clit. Was addicted to all the sounds you were making as his tongue worked it.
For all the time he thought about doing this to you, doing it was so much better. The fucking noises you were making. The way you tried to grind your tight little hole against his face only for him to pin you down by your hips to stop you.
“It’s too much,” you ended up whining.
Steve laughed into you. Seeing your desperation. The way your eyes had started to glaze over. The way your bottom lip poked out. Fuck you looked so fucking pretty.
“Come on. I know you can take me. It’s okay,” he said, pulling away for a second. He put his lips on your stomach this time. Fingers gripping your hips still. Your chest heaving up and down.
“Too much,” you repeated as your chest heaved up and down.
Steve just chuckled before leaning up so he could peck your lips. “Come on, Baby. You can take it. How are you gonna take my dick if you can’t even take my mouth.”
Fuck. He was right. You’d felt him through his pants before. It’s why you were aching to just let it happen. Wanted to feel his thick cock inside of you so bad. But fuck the way he’d been touching you, you were a mess.
“You got this, Babe,” he whispered into the side of your mouth. “Come on I know you didn’t come all the way over here for me to not fuck you. You know how bad I’ve been wanting this pussy? Think I’m gonna let you go without giving it to you?”
Who even was this man. One minute he was being sweet and holding your hand in front of his friends. Next he was talking all dirty into you. Fuck. He was definitely trying to be the death of you.
And you didn’t wanna let him down. Had shown up half naked and sat politely while him and his friends finished up. Had been trying real hard to be good. It was all you wanted after all. For him to have his way with you and fuck-
Steve had started kissing on the nape of your neck knocking you out of your thoughts. It made you let out a loud gasp as he also gripped your thigh.
“Drive me crazy,” he said into your ear pulling you on top so you were straddling him.
“Fuck, Daddy I need you,” you moaned.
“Yeah, Baby?” He whispered, hands moving to your ass so he could grind you against his length.
Fuck he was just so big. And your pussy was leaking. Leaving a wet spot against his crotch. You wanted him so bad. Why was he still wearing clothes.
Finally you tugged at his belt. Hands franticly grabbing at him as if you were trying to paw them off. “It’s okay, Baby. I got it. Got you too fucked out already. Can’t even get it right.”
You let out a moan at the way he was talking to you. Pussy feeling like you could not wait any longer. You needed him so bad. It wasn’t even fair.
“Please.” Fuck it sounded so whiney the way that came from you, but you couldn’t help it.
Steve put his lips back on your as he pulled himself from his pants. Dick now on display. Ready for you to sink down onto.
You put your hand on him. Wrist moving up and down as you moaned because fuck he was big. How were you supposed to take it. Even in your hand it felt perfect. Fuck you needed him so bad.
Steve twisted you around so you could lay back. Pushing you into the cushions as he climbed on top of you. Arms going on either side of your head as he just couldn’t stop kissing you.
This was the problem. Every time the two of you tried to fuck you’d end up getting so caught up in kissing that you didn’t even do the rest.
Then he’d pull away to say something really sweet and you’d end up getting distracted. You’d end up talking and giggling. Then you’d end up cuddling. Getting really nice and cozy but for Christmas you wanted all of him and you didn’t feel like waiting anymore.
“Please, Steve I-,” you pulled away to say only to need to catch your breath. “Just need you.”
One side of Steve’s mouths curled up as he realized just how bad off you were. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your dick. I need your dick. Please I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”
It all came out as a plea. Way more than what you meant for it to be. “You sure? Couldn’t even handle my tongue a minute go. Think I’m gonna have to stretch your little pussy out.”
“Do whatever you want I just- I don’t even care anymore,” you sobbed.
Steve chuckled and for some reason that made your pussy twitch. “Such a mess for me,” he said, into your ear again.
Then he was off you and you were making grabby hands trying to get him to hurry up and come back. Except now you could see his dick up close as he started taking his pants all the way off. Sitting up as your mouth salivated because fuck it was just as pretty as you’d thought it would be.
“Fuck, Steve.” You just couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it again. Needing to feel him. Fuck you needed to…
Steve groaned as you licked a strip up and down his dick. Coming to the head so you could swirl your tongue around the tip. “Fuck, Y/N, Baby.”
Putting his hand on your head as you took him into your mouth. Letting out a grunt from how fucking good it felt to have his dick inch into your mouth.
Here Steve had been thinking that you were this sweet girl. Someone he would have been able to take home to mom if she’d been alive, but here you were getting on your knees so you could suck him off properly. Trying to see how far you could get in your throat before gagging around him.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- goddamn.”
Can’t believe you hadn’t tasted him sooner. Especially as your mouth was stuffed full. Feeling him through his pants a few times had nothing on taking him down your throat. Trying to be a good girl who just wanted to be good for her super boyfriend.
“That’s it,” he hissed, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips but fuck he was so ready to start fucking your mouth. Barely stopping himself because as bad as he wanted you to keep doing he couldn’t wait anymore.
Steve snatched you up grabbing you so he could throw you over his shoulder making you squeal. “Steve!”
His hands pawed at your ass as he walked with you down the hall to his bedroom. Could barely fucking wait but he at least wanted to get you in his bed first.
Didn’t even give you a second to get situated on the mattress as he climbed on top of you. Not that you cared as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hands going to his shoulders so you could claw at them. Nails digging into his skin.
Lips meeting your once again as he spread you open. Hand going to your pussy after so he could rub his thumb on your clit. “Holy fuck,” you pulled away to mewl.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed into your ear. “This what you wanted for Christmas, huh?”
As the same time he lined himself up with your entrance. Ready to just say fuck it. Had been waiting too long anyway and didn’t feel like waiting any longer. Steve needed you.
Your mouth split open as he inched in. Going slow so he didn’t hurt you. Wanting to give you a time to adjust. He knew he could be a little much.
You laid back with a gasp when he was halfway through. “Fuck. I’m so-,” you stopped to throw your head back, “I’m so full. It’s- fuck. It’s- it’s too- Stevie,” you whimpered. “Please. Make me- I can… I can take it I promise, please.”
Steve kissed you again as he went to the hilt. Balls slapping against your ass. You were just so tight it was making his head spin. Couldn’t believe how good you felt. Had definitely been worth the wait.
“Harder,” you pulled away to cry out.
“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please?” Fuck you didn’t intend to sound like you were begging but you couldn’t help it.
Who the hell was he to deny you. Fuck you clearly wanted him bad. Of course he wanted to give it to you.
Besides the noise you made when he did as you asked made him want to give you whatever you wanted.
“Just like that!” You cried as he fucked into you.
“Yeah?” He asked. “Like this?” Then he did whatever move that was that was making you react like that.
“Yes,” you sobbed out. Scratching his back. It was like he was getting all these spots no one else had ever been able to reach. Probably why you could feel yourself so close.
It only worsened when he put his mouth on your tits. The sensations making you want him to never stop. Something about watching his sweet face suckling your nipples like he was trying to mark them was what did it. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tightened. Orgasm making you scream.
“Steve- fu- fuck. Oh my god. That’s it. It’s yours. You can- please. My pussy it’s yours!”
“I know, Baby. I know.” His face mocking concern as if he wasn’t the one making you feel like this. “It’s been mine. That’s why you needed me to fuck if as soon as possible, huh?”
“Yes!”
“Showed up like a little slut in your lingerie. If only I got to rip it off of you as soon as you got in. Bet you would have liked that.”
“Yes!”
It was all you could say. Not even sure how you could still even speak with the orgasm he’d given you.
“Gonna let me play with you all fucking night, huh? Might fuck you until Christmas morning. Make you spend Christmas Eve on my dick.”
“Okay,” you cried. “I’ll- oh my-,” you put your hands against his shoulders like you were trying to brace yourself. Eyes rolling back once again. Fuck there was just this spot that he kept hitting and making you cum all over him.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “That’s my fucking girl.”
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You’d sincerely lost track of time since last night. All you knew was that even when the morning fell he was behind you. Holding onto your hips as he fucked you from behind.
Steve was serious about fucking you into Christmas Day. Had only pulled away for bathroom breaks and food.
At some point it was like your brain had shut off and all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you. All you could think about was Steve and how you wanted to make him cum inside you.
And he did. Multiple times. That super solider stamina keeping him going even when you thought you’d definitely had enough. But what was enough with him around.
If anything he was the one that had been turned into an addict. Of course he wasn’t going to pull out. You were his.
Sure it may not have started out the way you wanted it to, but hell at least it had ended up being exactly what you’d needed.
Finally he’d let you go to sleep seeing just how worn out he’d gotten you even if he could have kept going. Wanted to give you a little time because he was still working up the nerve to give you your present.
“Steve?” You softly said making his head snap towards you.
He’d been keeping you naked but right now you were bundled up in his robe. He was only in a pair of boxer briefs himself. Freshly wrapped gift sitting neatly on the coffee table.
“Baby, what are you doing up?” He asked.
“I woke up and you weren’t there,” you said with a pout. Coming to settle onto his lap. “I was cold. Need you to warm me up.”
He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and then behind your ear. “Ah, I’m sorry, Babe. Don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”
“Ohhh whose that for?” You asked looking at the present.
Steve leaned forward to grab it. “Yours. Wanna open it?”
“Ohhh you’re saying I don’t have to wait until morning?”
“Nah,” he said. “I already got my gift. Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give you yours.”
You smiled up at Steve before kissing underneath his jaw. Fuck he was so cozy.
Your heart thumped as you’d ripped off the wrapping paper and took the top off the box to see a tiny key. Eyes meeting his again. “Steve, wait what… what is this…”
“A key,” he said with a chuckle. “Look I know we haven’t been together that long, but… I don’t know. Especially after tonight I want you around all the time. When I wake up. When I go to bed. I love you and I want you to move in with me.”
“Really?” Your eyes were all watery.
“Yeah, Baby,” he replied. “What do you say?”
“Of course I’ll move in with you, Steve.” You threw your arms around him. “I love you, too.”
That was all Steve needed to hear. The two of you starting to kiss again. Robe quickly coming off. His boxers ending up on the floor. The two of you had to christen this place. And he wasn’t going to stop until he fucked you in every room.
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I really so badly need an Ari Levinson short story/series with the inspiration being the song Call out my Name by The Weekend!!!
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Looking at you laughing makes me wanna laugh too
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Cravings
Pairing || woc!reader x chris evans.
Summary || pregnancy cravings, besed on this tiktok
Genera || short fluff
Warning || pregnancy
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Kofi
Cravings to fulfill
“Chris please do this for your pregnant wife”you begged your husband for the hundredth time this afternoon to go to your next door neighbour who seems to have a barbecue out with their family, you wanted a taste of their food so badly.
You think you might throw up if you didn’t get a taste, this pregnancy has a heavy craving on you, you gained weight in a small amount of time, which doesn’t bother you. But its bothering your doctor.
“no babe I can’t it’s so weird to go there and ask for food” he said.
“Yeah but it’s different when you’re pregnant, your son wants this are you gonna refuse his first ever request in this life?”
He side eyed you “he can live with it, besides why don’t you go, It more reasonable for you to go”
“Sometimes I don’t like you” you said upset.
“If you want im gonna get a barbecue recipe from mom and i will make it for you tomorrow” he said trying give you reasons for not going there.
“Did you call your mom?” You asked
“No, but i will” he puts his laptop down and picked hus phone up.
you felt tears building up in your eyes, the smell were so good and you felt nauseous.
“I’m gonna go and ask them” you said standing up and continue “but If they told me no we would have to move out”.
“Sure sweetheart” he replied without even looking at you.
You sighed and went to the kitchen, you picked a plate and went to grab your jacket, you yelled at your husband before going out “wish me luck”
you reached you neighbour house, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door, you waited for seconds before a dark haired woman who looked like in her late thirties opened the door, she’s taller and has a pretty smile on her face, you can hear the loud noises of kids behind her.
You smiled shyly at her, cursing Chris in your head for putting you in this situation “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help but smell your delicious food from my house” you pointed at your house “can you give some of what you’re cooking?” You pushed the plate in front of you, smiling at her feeling awkward and embarrassed.
“Sure!!, pregnancy cravings?” She took your plate from your hand and pushed the door wider for you to come, you thanked her and got inside, she called her daughter and gave her the plate to put some food in it, she even told her to put some from all of the things they are having.
“my craving this pregnancy is out of hand im sorry”
“Oh honey don’t apologise, I know how pregnancy cravings is!” she told you, emphasising “i know” to make her point.
You made a small talk with her till her daughter came back with the plate and a plastic bag with some drink in it, you thanked her again you told her you were gonna pay for her if she wants but she refused.
You went back to your home smiling like you made a victory, the food even looked as good as it smelled, you opened the door and your husband called for you.
“Did they gave you?”
“Yeah, it look so good, and i’m not giving you a thing”
“Not even a taste?” He asked kinda feeling bad right now.
“Not even a look, and don’t try and steal a pregnant woman food” you pointed at him and went to the dining table to eat.
You took a big bite from the food in front of you “mmm, god it so delicious” you enjoyed your food while making a sound of how good the food is to tease Chris.
Marlyn came from her playroom and stood beside you she opened her mouth to take a taste of the food and you fed some of it, she smiled “mommy! It’s good”
“Right baby?, it’s bad daddy can’t have a taste”
“I’ve other things I would like to taste better than food” he smirked at you. you know what he meant. You gave him a look and smirked in return “who knows maybe you can’t taste it either” you winked before going back to feed your daughter some of your food.
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (3)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)
Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.
You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.
"Aria.' You smiled. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I, um, I was just checking in on you. You know, from a few weeks ago." Her eyes wandered to your stomach which had started to grow at this point causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.
"I'm fine Aria, thank you." You smiled softly.
"Do you know who my uncle is?" She blurted.
you looked down at your shoes, you turned, and finished packing your bag. "No." You lied.
"I don't mean to be in your business, but I overheard my mom and him talking.' She played with the hem of her uniform. "I just wanted to know if it was true."
You sucked in a deep breath, shaking as you expelled it through your nose. "Aria, is this really an appropriate question for you to be asking me?"
"No, I guess not.' She kissed her teeth, walking towards your door. "I just thought you'd be honest is all."
You turned around to face her. "What is there to be honest about if you already know?" You dropped your arms letting your growing belly be on display.
Aria shook her head and pushed open your classroom doors, disappearing into the hallway. You sighed, throwing your hands over your face. Now that a teenager knew your secret you were certain everyone would soon after.
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Chris was still shocked you had agreed to get coffee with him after last week's fiasco. This time he wanted it to be just the two of you. No managers, no lawyers, no drama—hopefully.
Chris had gotten a small corner of the cafe for you two to occupy. Now all he had to do was wait for you. it hadn't been long until he saw you walk in. You had your phone in your hand and you were bundled up in scarfs and a long coat, sporting a pair of boots that made your frame look slimmer.
You looked around the cafe obviously looking for him. He took the liberty to bring you to your table. Chris walked over to you and placed a gently hand on your elbow.
“Hi.” He said, a smile could be captured from underneath his Boston baseball cap.
“Hi.” You picked off a curl that hand stuck onto your lipgloss.
Chris smiled softly at you. “We’re over here.’ He felt you stiffen. “By we’re, I mean you and I.” He reassured.
“Right.’ You chuckled softly, following behind him.
“I didn’t know what you’d like. So I left the menu for you.” Chris groaned, sitting down.
“Probably just a ginger ale. I can’t stomach much else.” You explained, feeling a gaging sensation even now.
“That bad, huh?” He asked, feeling bad for you.
“Mhm.’ You nodded, focused on finding a waitress before you puked everywhere.
“Have you told anybody?” Chris sipped on his coffee that was already running cold.
“What?” You turned to look at him.
“About the pregnancy.’ He sat his cup down gently. “I wouldn’t want you going through it alone.”
“Um.’ You coughed to keep your vomit at bay. “Just my best friend Vada. My sister is at LSU, and my mom.’ You paused, not ready to go that deep with Chris yet. “Just my best friend.”
“But I know you’ve told people.” You said finally flagging down a waitress, begging for a bottle of ginger ale.
“How do you know that?” Chris’s eyes bunched together.
You pushed your lips together making them turn white, before opening them to speak. “I teach your niece aria. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a joy and one of my brightest student’s. But she did ask me if I was pregnant by you the other day.”
“God.” Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry about her, she must have heard me and my sister talking.”
“It’s fine.’ You smiled shortly, downing your first sip of ginger ale. “So what did you want to talk about?’ You burped. “Sorry.”
Chris stifled a laugh. “Just the baby, I suppose.” Chris had so much he wanted to talk about, but he wanted to take it slow with you. He could tell you were still holding back.
“What about the baby?” You asked, finally not feeling goosebumps when you said that word. You were finally bonding with your little ball of a mistake and you kind of liked it—just hoped it would stop making you sick.
“Well maybe we should set up an ultrasound, and get you some prenatal vitamins. Maybe even a home birth nurse, and a doula for after you give birth.” Chris rambled.
You took a sip of your ginger ale, laughing as your lips attached to the bottle. “Someone did their research.’ You chuckled, Chris doing the same. “I just can’t afford those things and I’m already paying high insurance for something unrelated.’ You sighed. “Let’s just start at the ultrasounds and store bought prenatal vitamins—and I’ll only have pizza twice a week.”
Chris looked you up and down, you really didn’t even think of him as an option in getting you those things. He wanted the two of you to be a team on this. He needed you to know you can trust him and he wants the best for you and his baby.
“Well, I mean I could always pay for it.’ Chris took a sip of his coffee, his blue eyes staring at you through the heat that seeped from his cup.
“Ha.’ You snorted. “That’s some really expensive stuff.’ You pulled out your phone typing away. “A doula alone is anywhere from eight hundred to twelve hundred a night.” You shook your head.
“Well I’m not on a regular salary.” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You folded your arms.
Chris sat his cup down, and leaned back spreading his arms on the cushion of the couch. “Just means if we want something for our baby, I can get it.” He said, with a rough low voice. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”
“We’ll see.’ You said, looking him up and down. “I’ll set an ultrasound for next weekend, with my new gynecologist by the way.” You rolled you eyes. “Have you done anything with Perez yet? I can’t afford to.”
“My teams working on something, she’ll get what’s coming for her. We’ll cover your butt too so don’t worry about it.” Chris said, not wanting you to stress about it.
“Right.’ You finished your bottle.
The moment got quiet for you and Chris and the air around you began to thicken as he stared at you with those ocean eyes. Reading you. Studying you. You shifted uncomfortably coughing and moving your eyes from his direct line of sight.
He spoke. “Do you still have the pills?”
You knew this question was coming. You knew how much Chris wanted this, how obviously he feared with one choice it could be over for him. It was your turn to read Chris and he looked worried, every part of his firm body softened praying your truth matched his want—his hope.
You swallowed, tucking your lips inward. “I flushed them.” You admitted.
You could hear Chris audibly gasp, it was a sound of relief. “Why?” He asked, feeling his hope rising as you spoke.
You sighed, crossing your legs the tip of your boot touching his knee cap. “Because I want this.”
Chris smiled brightly, almost too brightly. God, he wanted to hug you. But he wouldn’t. It felt like something he could maybe sneak in after you had given birth. But for now the relationship still felt professional.
“I’m so glad to here you say that.” His smile still visible under his hat.
“You really want kids?” You asked him.
“A big Boston family.” He said.
“Well I’m only giving you one, so cherish it.” You laughed a bit.
“Right.’ Chris laughed along. “And you?”
“Hm?’ You tilted your head to the side.
“Want any kids?” He asked.
“No, but I guess I do now.” You smiled somberly, rubbing your growing belly.
Chris sat up looking down at your sweater covered womb. He almost reached for it, but he didn’t want to violate. “May I?” He blurted.
Your eyes went wide. Did you let him touch you? You almost wanted to say no. But this was his child too. “Yes.” You said hesitantly.
Chris’s hand reached out slowly toward yours belly, as he gently placed it onto you lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel much physically— but spiritually he felt his child and he loved their first touch. He smiled as his eyes watered. Chris was really going to be a daddy.
“You can’t feel much yet.” You said, looking down at Chris’s large hand.
“I know. It’s firm though.” He moved his hand.
“It isn’t always like that, so I guess that’s something.”
“Why do you touch it? Your belly?” He asked.
You were starting to notice that Chris was full of questions. “Just a comfort, knowing I’m not all alone anymore. Someone’s here with me.” You were honest.
Chris nodded and the room fell silent again for you two. Mostly because there was so much both of you wanted to say but were just to afraid to say, and you’d already rested enough water for today it felt.
“I’m going to order my Uber.” You spoke up, breaking the ice.
“Uber?” Chris asked. “I can drive you.”
“No, no.’ You waved him off. “It’s fine.”
“Y/n,” Chris placed his warm hand on your knee it jump slightly. “I insist, Ubers aren’t safe anyways.”
“You don’t live too far from here anyways.” He said.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know where I live?” You lowered your phone.
Chris’s eyes went wide. Embarrassed he had let that slip. “Well when I needed to find you I hired a private investigator and I guess he went really private.” He said watching your face fold in confusion.
“You hired someone to find me?” You stood up, trying to keep your voice to a minimum.
Chris stood up too. “Well yes, how else could I have found you.” He justified.
“I’m gonna wait for my uber outside.” You shook your head, tucking your coat to your body.
Chris rolled his eyes. Boy you were a stubborn one. He followed after you catching the door you had slammed, not knowing if it was intentional or not.
“Hey,’ he jogged toward you. “Y/n, cancel it.” He sighed, holding his hands on his hips.
“Why?” You asked, not looking at him.
“Because I’m taking you home.” He pushed his Audis keys making the car light up from across the parking lot.
“You don’t have to take care about me because I’m pregnant.” You said, shoving a piece of spearmint gum into your mouth.
“I do care about you.”
You laughed, popping a bubble with your gum. “You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe I want to get to know you.’ He said, rolling his keys in his hands.
You let another bubble pop, looking him up and down. God he was mulish. “Fine.”
“Fine what?” Chris almost grinned.
“Fine you can’t take me home.”
Chris smiled. “Perfect.”
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The ride had been quiet so far, neither of you know what to say to feel the void. Honestly your Uber would have been more enjoyment than this. You had to say his car did drive nicely, and was oddly clean.
You snickered as you looked out the passenger window, the Boston trees morphing from their summer shades to their fall ones.
“What’s so funny.” Chris asked.
“You.”
Chris looked over at you for a brief moment before focusing back on the rode. “And how am I funny, Ms. Y/n?”
“Your car, it’s just really clean.’ You picked the fuzz off your cardigan. “Does someone do it for you?”
Chris laughed, fixing his baseball cap on his head. “What you think I can’t clean my own car?”
“No, it just looks really clean, like really clean.” You expressed
“And your car isn’t?”
“I don’t have a car.”
Chris frowned. “Oh, I didn’t realize.”
“Wouldn’t call an Uber if u had one.”
“Maybe I can help you with that.” Chris coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
The car stopped at a red light and so did you heart. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Chris get whim off your financial short comings and wanting to fix everything for you. You didn’t need his help with anything but the baby.
“I can manage.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
Chris sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed a hand over his full beard. “I just meant I want to help out where I can.”
“I’ve been saving up from my other job for a while now.’ You said. “No need.”
Chris’s eyes bunched together. When him and his p.i had worked together they hadn’t found you had another job. And they out found almost everything about you. “You have another job besides teaching?” He turned into your small apartment complex.
“Yeah.” You felt the car jolt as he put it into park.
“Where? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned his body slightly towards you.
You gathered your purse, pushing open his door. “A bar in downtown Boston. I work Saturday and Sunday nights.”
“Why?”
You laughed, holding your belly as you swung out of his low seating car. “Because not all of us can be multimillionaire actors like you.”
Chris swallowed hard. “Right. Well can you text me when you set the appointment, I want to be there.” Chris smiled.
You nodded. “Thank you.’ You said, fumbling with your keys. “For the ride.”
“Anytime.” He smiled. Watching you as you unlocked the door and entered the complex.
Chris released a heavy breath putting his car in drive and pulling off. He hated that you were working two jobs and had no car. He knew it wasn’t his place but he wanted your pregnancy to be comfortable and smooth sailing. Not filled with stress, he wanted to do something for you— a nice jester, he just hoped you didn’t take it wrong.
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Runaway Groom
A/N: This is an angsty piece because yes. Bucky is horrible in this and reader and a mess, but Steve is the ultimate package.
I don’t think there’s any warning but slight smut and brief angst.
Reblogs are appreciated and comment what you think about Runaway Groom😭
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“___, it’s been an hour. Are you ready to head back to my place?” Your maid of honor sat beside you on the cooling tile floor. Y/F/N was there to catch you when your bridesmaids informed you of James' departure.
“Why did he do this, Y/F/N? He waited until our wedding day to break up with me, and he didn’t tell me! He’s a coward!” You sniffled. “So many people saw me get stood up at my wedding.” Your wails were cut short by someone knocking over your clothes rack. It was Steve, James’ best man. Steve was remorseful, guarding you against the guest's impending questions about Bucky.
“Ah, sorry,” he tensed.
“It’s okay.” you drawled out. “Everyone left yet? Is this miserable day finally over?”
Steve sighed as he bent down beside you, engulfing you in a tight hug. You felt him tighten his grip once you started sobbing. James was supposed to be it for you. A year's worth of planning seems meaningless as he shamelessly ran with Sara. The only reminiscence of James was his corsage. It was a beautiful turquoise that complimented him well against his navy suit. If only you could see his eyes while you sashayed down the aisle, with your father, on your arm, giving you away to your soon-to-have-been husband. “I believe it’s time I dry my eyes and leave with my head held high.” you sarcastically state. You walked past a full-length mirror, noticing how puffy and blotchy your face was as you tilted your head. You can also see your perfected bun loosened with straggly pieces framing your face. “And don’t I look stunning right now! The happiest day of my life.”
“y/n,”
“What, just trying to be positive about this whole situation! James is a fucking piece of shit who left me, and now I have to save face. I don’t want anyone’s pity on me, and it is what I’ll receive if I go out there like this. I hate Bucky! I hate him!” your facade broke. You were broken. As if James took your body, flung it in the air, and let you crash into the ground. Heart bleeding out in front of you as you remember all those moments Bucky wanted to have with you. “Why does he get a ‘happy ever after’ and I’m left picking up the pieces he shattered? It isn’t fair!” Steve's eyes softened when he saw tears pooling in your eyes again. “ I’m tired of crying!”
You succumb to your everlasting sorrow and slouch near a wall, sinking in the fact that it’s over. No resolution. No closure. No happy ending. It’s just a pile of endless miseries that play in your head like a cruel tragedy.
“C’mon y/n, let me take you home,” Steve suggests, tears pricking his eyes.
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“You’re not getting another drink, Y/n!” Steve bellowed.
You’re currently on your 5th shot of cherry vodka. It does little to soothe your sorrows. As concentrated as it was, your primary focal point was the pity stares the guest gave. You wanted to drink. Wash away all of today’s events.
“Leave me alone!” you slurred. “It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.” You hiccuped as Steve rushed to your side before you could order another drink. He tossed you over his broad shoulder, tipping the bartender on his way out.
You were too intoxicated to fight him, and his brute behavior-sloshing around on his shoulder like an amusement park ride seemed to become the highlight of your day. How did you convince Steve Rogers to take you to a bar? You have no idea, but it was worth it. Seeing him monitor you, protecting you from watchful eyes, and seething whenever a man came too close made your panties drench a little. Steve was an attractive man. If James didn’t pique your interest by being charismatic, Steve would've been in your bed. His bulging bicep clenched with each step he took, grunting when he carried you to his car.
“I’m never letting you talk me into bar hopping again,” he grumbles. “I told you to stop after the third shot!”
“What’s the fun in staying at one bar?” You questioned incoherently. “You weren’t complaining when I gave you that lap dance. I felt you brick up, Captain,” You squirmed in his tightening grip as you both made it to his car. “Shut up,” he finalized.
Finally settled in, you flickered Steve’s lighter, watching as the ember flame swayed rapidly. “Are you gonna play with it or light my cig for me?” Steve mumbled because of the cig carelessly between his lips. “You know smoking is disgusting.” You lit his cigarette, frowning after tobacco escaped from his mouth. “I don’t see why you like it so much.”
“After dealing with you, I need to smoke the whole carton.” He teased me.
You flipped him off while he chuckled. The drive back to your place fell silent as he puffed out smoke. Glancing at Steve, you see his profile that showcases his chiseled jawline and pointy nose. You wondered how it would feel to have your clit pressed against the tip. Would he like the idea of being suffocated by your thighs or would you tease yourself by holding your hips in place while he gave you a harsh tongue lashing?
Steve's hand wrapped around your thigh, instinctively massaging it. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the sexual tension that had been brewing since you met, but you couldn’t help but give him a soft peck on his cheek. He tenses slightly but soon relaxes. “I’m so sorry.” You rushed out, feeling your face heat from embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. We just drank a few and I don’t know, maybe I wanted to do that for a long time. Again I’m so sorry.” You rambled on while Steve softly chucked.
“___, it’s okay. It was just a kiss on the cheek.” He reassured me. “But I won’t be able to defend this.” With that, he brings you an intense kiss that almost makes you forget Bucky existed. It was more intoxicating than anything else you drank tonight. His hand stayed firmly on your thigh as you cupped his face, deepening the kiss. Steve slid his hand underneath your shirt. You groaned in his mouth when he pinched your hardening nipple. In an instant, you were straddling Steve’s lap, gasping when you felt his cock pressed against your clothed pussy. He felt so much bigger than anticipated like you knew he was about wreck your life if you let him fuck you how you wanted. Rough. Wrists bounded by his callous hand as he plowed you into your mattress.
“Fuck, you’re getting so wet.” Steve whispered, harshly digging his nails on your wasting, grinding against you.
You made quick work removing his suit shirt, nibbling on his newly exposed skin. His scent was just as addictive as his cologne filled your nostrils, but it was his neck that had your full attention. He would grunt when you sucked on a particular point on his neck. Steve would tighten his grip on your waist while he made his own marks on your collarbone.
You both were so caught up with each other that you failed to notice Bucky standing outside in the pouring rain with your favorite flowers in his hands.
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STALKERS REMORSE
Prologue on the way.
Chris Evans as 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 Kyle Conners.
Normani as Y/N.
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Description: After tragedy strikes Y/N’s home and she flees town, going back home to live with her mother, to escape her stalker for on and off of five years, she soon finds her safety ground.. in the detective behind her assault and murder of her beloved boyfriend. But what she doesn’t realize is there’s a dangerous plot twist to Detective Conners help.
Y/N
Kyle Conner
Boyfriend- Timothy Jonson
Arrested stalker//ex boyfriend - Evan Morgan
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