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🥵 Your drabbles just keep getting hotter!

You're a new recruit at the Avengers compound and Steve is put in charge of your, ahem, physical fitness.

Let’s Get Physical

A/N: If you have sex in the gym please wipe down all used equipment, Thanks Management. This is the last one for tonight, I’ll do more this weekend when I’m not so distracted. Thanks for sending in everyone!

Warning: softish Steve, hot gym sex, count downs

Panting heavily you pulled yourself up again and again. Your feet held onto the floor by none other than Steve Rogers as you grit your teeth and he watched you do crunches with those calculating blue eyes. His lips moving with the count for each one. Least you’d convinced him to do a count down, just to make it easier.

“I.” Three.

“Hate.” Two.

“You.” One.

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I love all of her writings but this one gave me all the feels. ❤️

It’s official: I have no impulse control. But in my defense, this plot bunny ate my brain.

Title: Give Him Time Pairing: Lord John & William Ransom; Gen (Yeah I know); Rated: G (I know) Summary:  Lord John would give anything for Willie to think of him as his father, but all he can give him is time. Excerpt:

“What do you call him?” Willie asked, crunching merrily into a juicy red apple.

“Who? My stepfather, you mean?”

Willie nodded, chewing.

“Sir George,” Grey answered. “Or General, if we’re speaking in any official capacity.”

Willie’s brow furrowed under his mop of dark hair, his lower lip pushed forward in the faintest pout, looking a little like Geneva in that moment. That stare though, as he looked at the ground but probably didn’t see it, the clockwork grinding away in his brain, that was all Jamie. He’d start tapping his right hand against his leg any moment, Grey thought with a smile.

“I should call you Lord John then?”

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Love this couple and the series!

The Jurassic Park Sex Game

Love In A Time Of North Korea Masterlist

Non-Dark Masterlist

No under 18s thank you

Summary: Part of the Love In A Time Of North Korea series. It’s all fun and games when you have a hot friends-with-benefits/sex-enemy. That is until feelings are caught. And challenges are set. May the best orgasm win.

Pairing: Ransom/Reader

Warnings: Smut. Drinking game turned sex game. Multiple orgasms. Bad language. 

Word Count: 2k+

Notes: Finally. I know. Thank you @caffiend-queen​ for betaing like a queen. Big things are on the horizon for these two fools. I love them.

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As far as Saturday night plans go, this was not what Ransom had had in mind. Not even fucking close.

The coffee table is laden; bowing in the middle from the copious number of Chinese takeaway containers, the bottles of wine, and jelly beans. With your feet nestled on his thigh, his fingers idly caress the soft wool of your knee-high socks as you slowly make your way through Netflix trying to find a movie.

When your least-favourite only fuck buddy had rocked up at your apartment bearing a box of sex toys and tequila, he hadn’t expected to find you collapsed on the couch dying from period pain. That whole image and pterodactylesque cries had been the Mr. Pointy in his sex plans.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had been more than willing to offer his services to you in the shower. But the death glare you had given him was enough to shut his mouth… for the time being, that is.

Despite the promises your OBGYN had made, the IUD has done little to help with the consistent, side-splitting pain and cramping. Yes, your bleeding has stopped, but the pain was making the once-a-month hormone dump unbearable.

But more importantly, it was an Ivan the Terrible-esque roadblock in your ever-improving sex life. Not that it was ever bad, well, that is with Ransom. It’s just recently, the sex has been… well, earth-shattering good.

Sitting beside you on the oversized, stupidly comfortable couch, he is content; not that he would ever admit it. Dressed in an oversized cable knit sweater you had stolen from him, hair held back with a silk scarf, your lacy black panties just peeking through between your legs, and the sinfully erotic knitted stockings are not helping with his ever-present and increasing arousal.

Ransom literally groans as you select Jurassic Park. “Again?”

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I love it when someone can go head to head with Ransom! 🥵

Necessary Arrangements: Part 6: Risqué Business

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader Word Count: 6,005 Summary: Your cafe was your baby, your life-long dream come true, and you would do anything necessary to keep it alive, even if that meant getting your hands–and other parts of your anatomy–dirty. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Blackmail/coercion. Slight dub con but not really. Light degradation. Mob AU. Cafe!Owner!Reader. 18+ only!

A/N: Alright, my loves, it’s time mob!Ransom got his own plotline and Reader, ja feel?! This one’s a little shorter than usual, but don’t worry, I already have a ton more lined up (and some written!) for these two crazy, stubborn hornballs. I hope you enjoy this latest addition to the Necessary Arrangements series.

Also shoutout to @thecornerlot​ for spitballing with me on mob!Ransom and his dynamic with Reader, and some of her rules ::waggles eyebrows::

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Questions I ask myself every day...

Just something that's been bugging me ever since Endgame came out...

Steve Rogers went back in time and stayed there. Ok.

But how tf did it not alter the events that followed him going back in time? Was he like, Peggy's secret husband? No one recognized him? Did he live all his life in lockdown?

Also, didn't Peggy marry someone else?

Did he just...ignore all the shit that was going on in the world that he clearly knew was hydra's doing? Including Bucky???

Also, how tf did he age like a normal person? Didn't the serum make him age very slowly? Because it gave him superfast healing? Wasn't that in the first Cap movie? Did I hallucinate this info?

Alternatively, if Steve went back into a different reality, how tf did he appear as an old man in the present reality?

Did Marvel TPTB not bother to check if the time travel in their movies even made sense?

Don't even get me started on how tf did Steve even return the stones to their respective places in time. He has no means to travel to vormir. Or even to Asgard.

Just... How???

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Dining In-part 2 of Takeout

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Smut!, sexually explicit, oral- male receiving, dirty talk, explicit language (must be 18+)

Summary: You give your boyfriend Steve head for the first time.

A/N: Dang! *fans self* This one was hot! 🥵🔥

• Steve had become the king of eating pussy.

• And he loved eating yours.

• Making you squirm underneath his hot mouth as your tugged fistful of his hair trying not to wake your neighbors every night when you screamed his name followed by a incoherent string of obscenities.

• After every hard orgasm your beautiful dopey golden retriever boyfriend would look up eagerly from between your legs. The man loved praise.

• And you’d make sure to praise his pussy eating skills feverishly. You couldn’t get enough of his lips on your clit.

• He even ate you out one day in the quinjet hanger while your back was pressed up against the wall and your legs wrapped around his strong shoulders.

• ‘Keep it down, darling’ he chuckled as you moaned and grasped at anything around you that could keep you from floating away.

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Bucky Barnes & Sharon Carter + Touches

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Amazon Unveils a [Horrifying] Fanfic Publishing Platform

Today, Amazon announced the imminent launch of its newest endeavor, Kindle Worlds, a publishing platform for fanfiction. When I read the announcement, I was horrified, then angry, then sad. I want to take a moment to explain why this is such a tragedy.

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Prompt: Angst 17, "But I only just got home." Darcy/whoever. Does not need to be angsty.

(I went with Darcy/Andy Barber; nsfw)

Darcy’s hand was on the doorknob when she heard the keys slot in on the other side, signifying Andy was home. She gave a little sigh, stepping back, and he appeared, eyes falling to her bag she handbag on her arm.

“Hey,” he said, and Darcy lifted her brows, narrowing her eyes a little. “I know I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“You’re hours late,” she said, and he slumped a little, conceding. 

“Yeah, well... I had to stay to figure something out for next week,” he said. 

He didn’t seem as sorry as he could be. Darcy crossed her arms, readying herself to go into full Disappointed Girlfriend mode, if that was what she was to him - a girlfriend. By the way he frequently treated her, she wasn’t all too sure. If he treated women in his life this way, maybe it was best she left, like she was planning to before he showed up. She’d let herself into his apartment with the spare key he gave her, made them dinner, and then sat around like an idiot. 

“Andy.”

“Darcy,” he replied, and he moved toward her to kiss her, but she turned a little so he only landed on the corner of her mouth, his hand on her arm squeezing. 

“I was on my way out.”

“But I only just got home,” he retorted, and Darcy knew other nights she’d fall for it instantly, but she was pissed off and he had a right to know.

She let so much slide for months, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had chances to get this right. But tonight something snapped off inside her and she decided it was time to make or break this. She liked him a lot - she was probably in love with him but didn’t want to label it as such, in case he decided to ghost her. She remembered the first time they kissed, at an after work gathering when she was still working in his office as a receptionist, before she went elsewhere. It was so rare to see him not in an office setting, and he was a different person, his warmth amplified. He made dumb jokes, he made her belly laugh, he was so generous when it was the two of them. His career was like a whole other person between them, though. Darcy had been the other woman, and she’d never enjoyed it.

“I’m getting too old for this,” she muttered, closing her eyes briefly to steel herself. “I’m too... tired, too. So tired of this bullshit.”

“Didn’t realize you saw it that way,” he muttered, and her eyes snapped to his. 

“I’m not talking about Laurie.”

God, his grief and trauma. She knew it was something she’d never truly fathom, since she wasn’t a parent. She didn’t know how he got out of bed each morning, but he managed to. She’d met him a year after he lost his son, his divorce drawing out like a rattle in his chest he couldn’t fully shake. Laurie had never been part of the issue.

“Okay,” he said. His eyes ducked for a second and his jaw ticked. “I’m fucking this up, huh?”

“Yeah, a little,” Darcy admitted, and she let out a mirthless chuckle. “Jesus, Andy. I like you, too. Is that... hard to understand, or something?”

“A little,” he murmured, echoing her. He was still holding his leatherbound folder, and moved away from the front door to put it aside, along with his house keys. 

“Andy,” Darcy whispered, and she moved toward him, touching his arms, rubbing his shoulders. 

Despite how upset he’d made her, she still pressed a kiss to his cheek, breathing in his familiar scent behind his ear. He sighed, one arm moving up to wrap around her waist. He turned his head a little, his beard brushing Darcy’s nose. Their eyes met and he cupped her jaw.

“I love you.”

She stared at him, her face flushing. She hadn’t expected it, but she knew he was telling the truth. He looked a little scared, too vulnerable for it to be a lie. She swallowed, nodding. 

“I love you, too,” she whispered. It wasn’t forced, and her heartbeat picked up speed at the realization.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m... I’m taking you for granted. I don’t want to.”

“I’m not gonna stick around if it’s like this all the time,” Darcy said, instead of letting it go. She’d already been so honest, it couldn’t hurt to give him the last painful piece of the rant she’d held inside her while she waited.

He nodded, his hand reaching for her hand bag, placing it aside, and then his hands were on her face, eyes glued to hers. Darcy rose a hand to touch the side of his face, fingers gliding through his facial hair. 

“No more, okay? I promise,” he said, and Darcy swallowed, nodding. “You gimme a plan and we stick to it.”

She leaned up to kiss him, open-mouthed and consuming to make her point. Her hands moved to curl into his shirt, Andy’s groan ripping through her as he kissed her back, Darcy’s breath hitching as he took over, devouring her. 

They always did this well. She knew it was partly why Andy was hard to shake. He was a dedicated man, plying her apart with his lips and tongue, Darcy’s neediness rapidly growing, wanting him as close as possible...

“Bedroom?” she whispered, and he nodded, beginning to back her further into the apartment. 

Her hands were in his hair as he pushed her into his bedroom, his hand fumbling to switch on the lamp when he landed on top of her, their bodies slotting together. 

“I want it,” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting hours...”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back and she kissed him to stop him from speaking, Andy moaning when he felt her hand squeeze him over his slacks. 

Their hands shuffled around, Darcy’s hips lifting as she yanked down her underwear, Andy’s hands on his belt to unbuckle it. They only needed enough gone to reach each other’s skin. 

Darcy gasped when he pushed inside, Andy flattening her to the mattress, her legs on either side of his head, her core tensed up from the angle. He was so deep already, her fingers like claws on his arms, desperate to hold onto something. She felt like she’d had the air punched out of her. 

It was always like this, so intense that it took everything out of her, and him. She knew he’d spent so long thinking he’d never be with someone after Laurie. Darcy hadn’t gone looking for this, either, but now it felt like it was meant to be. She couldn’t deny she fit him like a glove, taking him to the hilt, her chest like a vice around her beating heart. 

Their tongues tangled, breaths turning to pants as Andy’s hips snapped, his bulk pressing her down, making her feel so safe and warm. It scared her a little, the first time they did it, and she knew Andy was afraid, too. 

She looked him in the eye now, rocking with him, Andy’s throat bobbing.

“Darcy...”

“Give it to me, I won’t break,” she whispered. 

She dissolved into a groan, Andy’s hips picking up speed. She was going to see stars, and she knew he would, too. She couldn’t wait to see him broken open for her, his cheeks flushed with his thick hair mussed from her hands...

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Because storming the Capitol would not even cross my mind...

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster/Thor, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson Characters: Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Vision (mentioned), Alpine (Marvel) Summary:

When Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, both unintentionally fail to get in touch with their wife, Darcy during and after a mission while she’s home juggling super baby twins, how much groveling will the super soldiers have to go to get back in her good graces?

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Chapter 9 is finally done! Phew!

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Thor - Fandom, Captain America, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Jane Foster Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Mention of Peggy Carter - Character Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read, Suspension Of Disbelief, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Time Travel Fix-It, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angry Sex, long chapters, Heavy dialogue Summary:

After Tony’s funeral, Steve must return the infinity stones. He plans to stay in the past to live the life he wanted with Peggy Carter, but what does that mean for Bucky who finally feels free to start a new life? Oh, and there’s also that problem of a scientist wrangler being in the wrong place at the wrong time which kind of makes her Steve’s problem as well.

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This story...romantic, realistic, sexy. Such a great rpf for Chris Evans. 😍

Nimble Fingers {C.E.}

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris proves that all his fingering is accurate. 

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Chris/Fem! Reader

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴:Smut, slight angst (but not really), 18+ fingering, Chris ‘Thirst trap” Evans, language

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

A/N: Prompt from @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and based on that thirst trap. Gif courtesy of  @chrisheavans

Snowflakes drifts from the shimmering silvery sky, settling on the backyard, hints of emerald green grass peaking through the piles of feathery snow. The golden leaves dangling from the large trees dampened by the dusting of snow, the branches bending precariously under the chilling breeze. A delicate lace of frost and crystalline snowflakes cling to the office window.

Chris gazes thoughtfully past the natural decoration, his focus purely on you. His forehead resting against the frosty glass, a sigh clouding up the glass briefly before fading away. 

He should have known better than to ask Scott to watch Dodger today. He should have suspected something when Scott agreed too hastily, eagerly, when he had hung up before Chris finished his sentence. 

Scott adores you, and Chris’s crush on you brings him unbridled joy. Not often he can make his brother suffer, lovingly of course, the way he has these past few months. 

He really should have known better. 

A pitiful groan echoes in the office when he thinks about this morning. Every other time, he’s seen you he’s had time to prepare, look his best. Not this morning.

He had on a pair of faded blue checkered pajama pants and one black sock when he answered the door. His hair on end, sticking out everywhere, he didn’t even brush his teeth.

To make things worse, you looked gorgeous. You always do.

This morning, even more so with the sun casting a glow around you, as you stamped the snow off your feet. Your dark charcoal coat hugging your figure, the black jeans and burgundy snow boots, picture perfect.

You looked him up and down and cringed. “Rough night, huh”.

He glanced down at his bare foot. Was that a hole near his crotch, fuck he was burning these the second you left.

Before he could think of a coherent response, you shoved a cup of coffee in his hand, pushing past him, calling out for Dodger. Throwing yourself on the floor when the pup ran into the room. His excited yips making you both smile. 

“Scott asked me to come over”, you laughed as Dodger jumped on you, trying to lick your face, “He had something come up and felt bad”. 

Sure he did, Chris lists all the ways he can hurt his brother without upsetting ma. 

“Hope it’s okay, I’m here,”. 

You looked up at him, holding Dodger’s wiggling head between your hands. That smile that’s been fueling some very wet dreams lately. He not so subtly glances down at the front of his pants, thanking every known entity that there’s only the hole there. Holding back a cough when you follow his eyes, you cringe again, deciding to hide your smile in Dodgers fur.

“Yeah”, he replied. Smooth, Chris, real smooth.

Clearing his throat, he searched for something clever to say,  scratching the back of his shoulder. “Uh, yeah yeah, of course”.  

And he left. 

Simply walked upstairs, leaving you bewildered on his floor 

Lightly banging his head on the wall when he heard you yell out, “I’ll just make myself at home then”. Your pretty laughter following him up the stairs. “Cmon Dodge, let’s go eat”. 

When he texted Scott, he called back so that Chris could hear him laugh until he hung up the phone. 

He barely made it through his conference calls and Zoom meetings. He kept slipping up, almost saying your name, doodling your picture on his documents. 

Worse than any high school crush he had. 

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Oh look! It’s my day to day schedule and struggle!

Hi, I’m a writer. My hobbies include not writing. 

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Truth....🤣

Chris Evans: *innocently playing piano fully clothed including hat*

Andie: what a fucking SLUT

Listen. Slut is a state of mind okay and it has nothing to do with sex or nudity. Christopher Robert Evans is a slut because he loves attention so so so so much, and he is constantly doing things he KNOWS are sending his legions of already fragile fans into complete tailspin meltdowns and he does those things anyway and then is all “teehee whoopsie was that accidentally sexy?” His entire instagram has just been one big ol’ boyfriend-material thirst trap and the motherfucker KNOWS. IT. He absolutely knows it and he does it on purpose. 

Getting a giant boob eagle tattoo and hiding it from us for like a YEAR just to casually drop it on us with a shirtless pic of him and his dog? Slut. 

The VERY NEXT DAY casually dropping on us that he actually has like EIGHT MORE NEW TATTOOS THAT WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT including his dog’s name over his heart, in a BLURRY shirtless video of him doing a BACKFLIP into a POOL??? S l u t.

Posting trees and clouds and shit to show us how sensitive and hashtag not-like-other-boys he is? SLUT.

Learning to play the piano? Fangirling over music with his gay brother? Being so sweetly self-deprecating and posting old photoshoots to mock himself? Constantly posting cuddle pictures of the cutest dog in the world resting lovingly on his massive chest? Talking to Dodger in that low “Chris does wanna be a daddy” voice????? He isn’t stupid. This menace knows exactly what he’s doing and he likes doing it.

S L U T. 

none of this is to even mention the dick pic which I am now about 92% sure he did on purpose because he wasn’t getting enough attention that day. what a whore I’m so mad that I stan his insufferable ass

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So cute.

Unmute !