#Chris Evans x plus size reader

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

【Synopsis】: Instead of getting ready to go see the team, Steve would rather spend his time with you and your boobs of course.

[W.C] : 654

-> Genre: Suggestive, Smut, Fluffly

Pairing: Steve x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Heavy Breast Play, Praise Kink, Steve is a simp for you and your chest.

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It was like another ordinary day and what that means Steve is laying on top of you with his face between your breasts. His hands softly grip all your curves, fingers grazing over the goosebumps that form on your silky skin. You knew when Steve said ‘little nap’ it was going to be anything but little or a nap. The team was expecting you two to show up for dinner within a couple of hours, but you still haven’t moved. Choosing to stay in this comfortable position with your big baby of a Boyfriend having his way with you.

His lips caught your neck, lightly groaning as his tongue lapped over the bites he left behind. He held you down with his weight, giving him all the time to make you melt. His left-hand snakes under your —well his— shirt, gripping your cover breast. He squeezed slightly, listening to your little whimpers. His actions were slowly getting rougher and rougher. He kissed up your jaw, shifting up so he can hover over you, leaning on his elbows and knees. His left hand still needs your breast switching in between each of them. While the other one holds the back of your neck making sure you cannot move.

Your back arches into his chest, hinting for his hand to whip around your body to unclasp your bra. But he sits up watching you follow his lips in desperation. His hands grip the hem of your shirt while staring deep into your eyes. You understand his non-verbal command, sitting up to throw your shirt off. You lean on your palms perking your breasts up so he and ogle at them. His mouth fills with drool, watching as your chest breathes in and out. He wanted to be slow and take his time with you but at the same time, all he wanted was to literally rip your bra off and fuck you silly just you to watch them bounce everywhere.

But he leans down kissing your collar bone down to the top of your boobs instead. The soft flesh becomes wet as his tongue licks every part he can find. He nips you lightly making you whine. His bite grazing over you, he begins to suck hard, leaving harsh purple marks over your skin. He groans looking at his work, seeing you laying down covered in his marks.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” He whispers before locking his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. His patient is running thin, unclasping your bra within seconds, letting your breasts free. He swear he could come just by looking at your body. You are perfect in every way. From head to toe, you are his everything and he was yours. He continues to praise you with sweet nothings while his right-hand palms your exposed breast. His mouth latches onto your perked nipple, sucking hard making you let out a broken whine.

“S-Ste-ah!” You couldn’t even finish his name as your brain turns fuzzy. Your hands land on his head raking them through his thick blonde hair. You tug lightly making him groan out at the painful pleasure. He removes his lips from your chest with a loud pop, moving his free hand to grab your chin.

“You pull my hair like that again and I won’t be able to control what comes next.” He growls out with a smirk. Your just smile back at him, tugging at his hair again.

“That’s it.” His arms wrap around you, pulling you up onto his lap. You giggle out with his actions, taking place on his thigh. You bit your bottom lip watching him take his shirt off.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh while I tend to these beautiful babies here.” He grips both of your breast squeezing lightly. “Now go on, don’t stop until I tell you.”

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Imagine

Chris loves the feeling of sleeping on ur boobs

https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0580/0837/1362/articles/70_ff3f59ef-5c8a-48fc-a4b1-4435c34c0f82.png?v=1636438945 thats how i imagine then, honestly idk The size

And I wanna say that I love your writing and that I’m proud of you<3

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A/N: Aww I’m proud of you too. Wait can I get more little messages after requests its so cute. 

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You were propped up in bed, Dodger at your side, glasses sitting lazily on the end of your nose reading your book. Covers pulled up to your chin, warm and snuggly in the sheets. It was almost 11 and Chris still hadn’t come home.

They were shooting night scenes and while you appreciated that were filming in Boston so he could come home after work for once, this was a late one even for him.

You heard the front door being opened and closed slowly, the sound of soft steps coming up the stairs. Dodger stirred slightly but then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth the effort and went back to his slumber on your lap.

Chris appeared in the doorway, peaking his head in,

“I thought you would have been asleep by now.”

You placed your book out flat in front of you, looking up at him through your glasses

“Can’t sleep without you.”

“I’m coming.” He slipped off his shoes and undid his pants, stripping down to his boxer briefs.

He whistled while he took off his clothes “Dodger. Bed.” With that the pup, lazily made his way back onto the floor and towards his mat near the door.

“More room for me now.” Chris smirked at you.

You put your book on the bedside table and opened the sheets that covered your body. Your thick thighs revealed a small triangular window of your hot pink lace panties. His eyes trailed up to the tight grey cotton tank top, which while stretchy and comfortable looked like a size too small as it hugged your chest tightly, exposing your prominent nipples and large mounds.

“Now this is why I like when we film in Boston.” He crawled towards you on the bed, getting himself comfortable as he kissed you before placing his head down on your tits, his favourite pillow, his warm large body swallowed you up as he distributed his weight on top of you, tangling his legs in yours.

With a sigh he lay his head down softly on your chest.

“Big day?” You enquired.

“I am exhausted and been thinking of this all day.” His voice muffled as he sunk into your cleavage. Being fully supported by the soft, fleshy melons. His beard tickled the skin of your boobs, as he nuzzled in between them, inhaling the scent of your coconut body oil and various other shower products.

You giggled slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, he let out a content moan as he enjoyed the motion of your hands gliding through across his head, slightly scratching his scalp.

In no time at all you heard soft snores fall from his lips. As always, he had fallen asleep in his favourite position. You turned off the light next to you and slowly shimmied down the pillows to lay comfortably, careful not to stir the sleepy boy.

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Pillowy Thighs

pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Plus size!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n feels insecure watching all the other girls in the club, so Chris shows his wife why he loves watching her body move (requested by @aerangi )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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“What’s wrong honey? My sweet gorgeous wife” Chris whispered into Y/n’s ear, his hands kneading the flesh on her hips affectionately, his hands tracing each of her stretch marks as if he’d memorised them. “Nothin, maybe you should ask Jessica to dance” Y/n huffed turning away from him, so when he leant in for a kiss, his lips hit her full cheeks instead.

“Hey hey now, what’s up?” Chris asked furrowing his brows, not paying attention to the rest of the party on the dance floor, his eyes trained on his wife’s beautiful face. “What i’m saying is, maybe you should dance with Jessica, rather than someone like me” Y/n shrugged turning back to the bar, swirling the liquor mindlessly in her glass. Motioning to the bartender who had been ogling Chris for most of the night, Chris of course being polite kept the conversation short.

“What’s that supposed to fuckin mean? Someone ‘like’ you?” Chris growled spinning Y/n’s face back to meet his, his expression hurt and angry. “Well-“

“Well? Fuckin well what? I wanna dance with my sexy ass wife on the dance floor and watch how her body moves” Chris’ head dipped to Y/n’s, his stubble covered cheek against hers, as his hands slowly felt up her doughy thighs which he swear he could live between if he could.

“B-but mine doesn’t move like that?” Y/n whined crossing her arms over her middle, nodding her head towards the typical club girls which were going crazy on the dance floor, their bodies grinding up against each other’s and everyone around them. Chris’ eyes didn’t even stray once, instead.

“C’mere baby, come dance with your man, your husband” Chris grumbled interlacing both their hands together, his head looking her up and down, leading him to whistle out as he admired the blue jewelled dress she had on; it accentuated all her curves perfectly. From the curve of her breasts, to her stomach, to her waist and finally her pillowy thighs.

“Okay but are you sure I belong here? with you?” Y/n asked shyly, her hands holding onto Chris’ forearms as they found a less crowded corner, his lips already attacking her jaw and neck feverishly. “You’re right where you belong honey, in my arms. Now turn around and let me love on my wife alright?”

Nodding Y/n turned around, feeling one of Chris’ arms wrap around her from shoulder to shoulder, while his other hand groped her ass through the dress gently. Together with the fast beat, Chris turned her jaw to the side so his lips could meet hers, anyone around them if they dared to look could see the couple passionately frenching on the dance floor without a care in the world.

“Arms around my neck baby” Chris growled, both of his hands going to settle on her waist, guiding her hips to the music. Y/n slightly whimpered as she reached both her hands behind her head to settle on Chris’ nape, letting his hands shamelessly grind her ass onto his hardened cock.

“See baby? That’s how you make me feel, no body else can do that to me. Only you Y/n, just you” Y/n nodded now wiggling her hips backwards, “atta girl” Chris whispered kissing her shoulder once more, his hand moving up from her waist to settle just below her breast.

“You’re crazy if you think i’d ever hate these tits, just look at how they bounce, fuck, s’all for me honey” Chris chuckled lewdly, cupping both of them harshly, letting them just bounce in his hand as they both humped their bodies together. “So don’t you ever fuckin’ say that I should dance with someone else that isn’t my wife, I only dance with you” Chris growled jerking his hips harsher, both of them more or less fucking with layers of clothes between them.

“Y-yes I understand, m’sorry” Y/n whimpered, thankfully everyone else was too drunk off their heads to realise what was going on in that one corner. “Turn around honey” Looking into Chris’ eyes, both of their hips slowed down, the both of them lovingly just swaying their bodies together; all their hands wandering all over each other.

“I love you so damn much, n’ don’t you ever forget it, ya hear me?”

“Hear you loud and clear” Feeling his hands grab a handful of her ass, Y/n leant up and kissed him sweetly, his bottom lip between her teeth as she bit it softly. “This body of yours isn’t the only reason i’m with you, this beautiful mind of yours” Chris kissed her temple sweetly, “And this pure beating heart, which beats for hopefully just me” Chris chuckled pointing to her left breast, leaning down and kissing it sweetly.

“Stop being so cheesy, you’re turning me on even more” Y/n smirked pulling him by his collar, giggling as she pressed kisses to his neck and jaw, an array of lipstick stains now covering him. “Can’t help it, love you too much”. Chris breathed out in the middle of the kiss, before smashing his lips back against hers, the kiss turning sloppy and wet quickly.

“Hold on, let me appreciate my wife’s body a lil longer” Chris said hesitatingly pulling away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Using his large hands, he turned her around and immediately bent her over, dancing against her body in the doggy position; his hips pounding against the soft pudge of her ass wildly. “C-Chris, fuck, leave this to the bedroom baby” Y/n whimpered, feeling her body being pulled back up flush against his chest, his hands around her waist as he kissed her head gently.

“If you say so honey, let me go grab your purse and we’ll get going” …

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“Love your skin baby, always so smooth n’ soft like butter” Chris mumbled raining small wet kisses all over Y/n’s breasts, slowly making his way to her stomach where his hands massaged the flesh softly, even biting it every so often.

“How can you ever hate on yourself baby, you’re goddamn sexy, look at this” Chris said holding eye contact as he kissed her puffy pussy, his lips softly kissing and nuzzling into it as he breathed in her sweet scent. Y/n whimpered as she felt his tongue sort through her slick folds, his face coming back up, a wide goofy grin on him with his face wet with her sweet nectar. “Could eat ya all day honey, and these thighs, shit” He breathed out leaving open mouthed kisses on each one, coating them in colourful hickies just for them to see.

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Uhhh hiii!!!🥺

Can we get some fluff protective bf Chris when you (the reader) hurts yourself after Chris scared you? (Nothing big just like a scratch or sprain?)🥺🥺🥺

Just A Bruise

pairing: chris evans x female reader

summary: prank wars are usually fun and games until someone ends up with a little bump…

warnings: none really, minor injury, very sweet chris

a/n: hi lovely anon, thank you for requesting!! i’m getting back into my inbox finally, i know i’ve been slacking with that recently, so I apologize! i’m going to try and work through that, and I might do a harry blurb to this too cause i found this request v sweet<3

Anyone that knew Chris knew he was an avid prankster from videos with his brother, to his friends and other family members, so naturally you were more than aware that he would more than likely get you in on his antics. You were quite a calm person, usually sticking to yourself and your work most days, Chris always loving that softness you added to your shared home, but deep down he loved how easy it was to scare the absolute shit out of you.

There were few times where you weren’t having it, whether it be after a bad day or if you were under stress with a deadline for work, but today probably topped the times he probably should not have scared you.

He was lucky you were as forgiving as you were.

After finishing up some much needed files before you took 3 weeks vacation to travel some of Europe with Chris and his family. In retrospect you should have realized your missing boyfriend was up to something when the house was too quiet, because although there was always a certain sombreness to the house, Chris still managed to fill it with noise.

“Chris?”

Huffing softly you walked down the stairs and moved towards the living room, he was still nowhere to be found, up until you turned past the couch and he jumped out from behind it yelling

“Boo!”

He laughed as you screamed, a hand coming up to your chest but that soon stopped after you tripped backwards on the corner of the love seat and landed straight on your hip, hitting the corner of the coffee table

“ow ow ow”

You lay flat on the floor a mixture of laughing and crying because honestly you were in some pain

“Fuck..honey-y/n you okay?”

“I hate you.”

He knew you were joking but he couldn’t help but kneel next to you, his hands holding your face gently as he wiped some of the tears away

“I’m so sorry baby, really are you okay?”

Blinking up at him you nodded

“My hip hurts, but i’m fine”

Chris helped you up his features full of regret as he watched you wince, his hand moving to check your hip noting the deep black and purple bruise that was beginning to form

“Here, sit on the couch i’ll get you some ice”

“Chris i’m-”

“Please..”

You could see how bad he felt, and despite it being an accident you did as he told, settling yourself down onto the couch waiting for him to bring you some ice. Moments later he’d brought over some water, an ice pack and a few snacks for you

“Here…got some snacks, water and some ice for your hip”

You smiled patting the spot next to you

“Thank you my love, it was an accident you know, I forgive you”

“I still hurt you”

Letting out a quiet laugh you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheeks

“Chris baby, I love you, it was an accident, maybe let’s take a break from the pranks…at least until my hip isn’t falling off?”

That got a laugh out of Chris which made you feel a bit better knowing he really did feel bad for hurting you

“I love you too, I can do that..no more pranks”

Did you really think he’d be able to hold off on the no pranking rule until your hip felt better? No, but you had some of your own tricks up your sleeve, and maybe the hurt hip would come in handy more than you thought it would.

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Forbidden

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

Part 2

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

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See Me

AN: This is my second attempt at posting on this blog. I haven't written in years, especially smut so it isnt my fault if it sucks. My blog is also a mess but i'll fix it eventually. (it took fucking forever to find a plus-size photo, bc ✨inclusion✨ and i'm plus-size) the reader is black bc i'm black. enjoy.

Warnings: Hair pulling, cursing (lemme know if there's more i missed), daddy kink, sucky ending

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

"Fuck... wha'j'ya do to me sweetness, hm?" Ari growled in Faye's ear. His hips slammed against her ass in tandem with every honeyed sound that slipped from her parted lips. "Look at me- look at the spell you put over your Daddy with this pussy."

Faye's eyes cracked open and her knees almost buckled at the sight she was blessed with. Through her bangs, Ari was staring into her eyes through the mirror in front of them. Their glacier color sent a chill down her spine that made her nipples tight and achy. He grabbed her neck with a meaty paw and pressed his thumb under her chin, pushing her head back for a nasty kiss. His nose pressed against her cheek, beard tickling the side of her face as he licked into her mouth.

The faint taste of the sweet cigar Ari had just a few hours ago swirled and plumed into her mouth as if the smoke was still present. Sweet cigars and mint. A taste she wanted to devour from his mouth for the rest of time. A taste disrupted when his strokes became slow and deep, hitting the right spot inside of her.

"God- Ari, m'right... right there, daddy."

He pressed his nose behind the shell of her ear before dragging it up to the softness of her hair in all of it's bedhead wildness. The sweat beading at her hairline was curling her straightened hair. A smile twitched at his lips as he saw her smacking him with astounding force for ruining it even though he'd drop stacks for whatever hairstyle she desired.

"Right there?" Ari teased. "Not here?" he brushed a hand over her nipple. "Or even here?" pressing his fingertips against her swollen clit.

Faye clenched her walls around him, almost laughing when his pace stuttered and an airy sigh traveled down her back. Almost. A cry echoed in the tiled room as Ari wrapped her hair in a tight makeshift ponytail.

"Does your voice work?" he hissed in her ear.

Whimpering, Faye breathed out, "yes."

"Then fucking use it."

Her eyes slipped shut at the sheer dominance in his voice. "Your fingers- I want, fuck.. I want your fingers to rub my clit until I-"

Ari pushed his knee against the inside of her leg, spreading them open wider before slipping a hand down to her sopping heat. He Faye sobbed, head falling forward as he relieved the tightness of the throbbing nub between her lips before being pulled back. Her eyes snapped open and she was staring at herself in the mirror. Teary, lidded eyes and a trembling lower lip as she cried in relief for her pussy.

"Atta-fucking-girl," Ari punctuated with deep thrusts that Faye felt in the core of her stomach. "Yer' right there, arent'cha sweetness? Let go. S'alright, cum for me."

Faye's body shuddered and let her hair fall through his fingers and her cheek pressed against the cool marble of the counter. Her hips rose back and wetness streamed down her bitten inner thighs, soaking Ari's length and his thick brown happy trail. In her seconds of near unconsciousness she felt the counter vibrate as something slammed down on it before heat and weight pressed against her back.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and brown wisps of hair brushed against her lashes. Faye laughed, a full and rich sound that made Ari stir from above her. He pressed his lips against her rounded cheek, "What're you laughin' at?"

"You! I mean- are you trying to crush me?" she asked.

Ari huffed and pressed his body up from the counter, muttering something about liking to be crushed in a mating press. Faye followed suit, hissing as his cock slipped out of her. The feeling of wetness renewed as his cum rolled down her inner thighs.

"Christ, mother of Mary- Is there something wrong with your dick?" Faye shrieked.

"The hell are you talking about woman?"

"Why is there so much cum?" she said, talking more to herself than Ari.

Ari stared at the woman as she twisted around, trying to view the back of her thighs in the mirror. He scrubbed a hand over his face, smiling at himself. "I really wonder what amazing thing I did to have the honor put a ring on your finger."

"It's still coming out!"

[janesaridoll]

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."

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

Comments Welcome nd reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

"How'd you know?"

"Chris she's been eating every like 4 or 5 hours- I just knew. I'm sorry I got aggressive I just." I sigh "I know how long you've wanted to be a Father for but I wanted to hold her I knew she was gunna be fussy I just knew. "

"Honey it's ok the doctor said your hormones will be a bit outta wack."

"Out of wack I threatened to hit you with the tissue box"

"I refused to give you or child."

"Ok your right I win." I smiled. He rolled his eyes- I wasn't going to argue when I already won.

And then looked down at our now sleeping and eatting angel.

Then I heard his camera phone.

"Chris I am half naked."

"Come in its a beautiful thing"

"Breastfeeding, my chest or our child?"

"All three." It sounded like half question half statement

"You learn fast. "

He chuckled. "I love you so much I didnt think I could love you any more than I do or did but seeing you bring her into this world giving me the family I wanted making it complete and then all this love I have for this little one all because of you l. You're amazing.?

"Thank you." I looked at our little bundle of joy and she truly was. I cannot believe is ours I can't believe I gee. I can't believe I pushed something this sized out if my body.

" I mean it I'm I don't have the words right now and all the thank you and all the "I love yous" in the world dont even begin to scratch the service.

" How about you get some sleep and let the nurses in the nursery take her for a bit hm?

You need rest. Its their job."

She grabbed my finger in her sleep.

"And miss out on these moments. No." He took another picture.

"Hmm yea she is a calm baby when she gets what she wants. Just like mama was wasn't she? No really tho I'd wake up half the nursery plus And we're doating over her. She knows already we're hooked."

There was a small knock on the door.

"Hey how are you two doing I brought some food I figured you'd both be awake.

How'd you know

"I was, our first born is always special.

"Thanks Ma" he deadpanned.

"Chris hasn't gotten any sleep he's very insistent on the skin to skin content I think the nursery should be fine taking care of her so we sleep after all we won't have help like that for at least 18 years. "

"I can always watch her when you get home if you need seep"

"Really? Oh you are the best mother in law ever"

I sigh, "Sorry I'm tired. I shouldn't be just had a nap but I am"

"You napped for 20 minutes darling. After 18 hours of labor you deserve sleep."

"Only 20 minutes? She's still feeding dont let me sleep."

"It's ok if you do"

"I just don't want to miss a second. Besides I bullied Christopher enough for her."

"Oh really" the grandmother smirked.

"Yea I knew she was going to want to eat and I wanted my daughter and he wouldn't hand her over...but I also threatened him with the tissue box. "

"Chris you knew better than to come between a mother and her child."

"I just wanted to hold her," he defended himself "Half that cute butt is mine."

"Yea her butt is cute. come'er on the side she's feeding just sit behind me can barely keep my eyes open. Just just in case."

"You sure"

"Chris its not like you haven't touched them before"

"Well you said you didn't want me touching you again."

I rolled my eyes. Thinking back to the l8 hours of labor where at one point I said i never want you to touch me ever again and then then damn idiot took his hand away the one I was holding onto for dear life, which I then yelled at him to give me his hand back and then he said "You didnt want me to touch you." I still don't know if he was trying to be a smart ass or if he actually thought he was doing what I wanted.

"Just make sure she's OK hold her. "

"Rest my love"he kissed the side of my head.

"I got her I got you both." He held his head just under her pillow and then I fell asleep at that.

Point of View Change

She the had comfort of knowing Chris has her back their daughter's back and head as well and she couldn't ask for more.

"You wouldn't give her her child?

"I was bon- you know she's half min too but me and her were bonding. I was telling her how she needs to let Mommy sleep and how I'd take care of her, she was so silent. I and I want to get skin to skin contact in as much as I can. I'm nervous about letting her out of my sight. It feels like a dream all the love I have for my two girls I just I never thought. I know how I felt when my neices and nephews were born but this this doesn't even compare."

"It never does Sweetheart. You will always love her that much and worry."

"I'm never going to sleep again am I?"

"Probably not. "

"You'll be a good girl for daddy won't you?" The newborn just flexed her hand and Chris took that as a yes.

He relax into the bed.

He fell asleep after a few minutes Chris hand was still holding the little newborn who still feeding. And then when she was done she had moved herself off and then onto her mothers chest as if it was a pillow for sleep, just like her mother said she was like as an infant. The new grandmother took some pictures of the sweet new family sleeping these were the best moment the kindest moments in parent hood. The child was safe and the parents sleep soundly knowing thier child was safe. But she knew this would end soon and they never sleep peacefully again. Knowing parents never stop worring about thier children.

Point of View Change

I woke up and was calm for about half a second before I realized she was in my arms when I feel asleep- I was suddenly in a panic

"Chris chris where is she-"

"I brought her to the nursey she's fine." The ran his hand over my hair a few times and kissed my temple as I I sighed in relief

"God I got terrified thought maybe I dropped her."

"Shh go back to sleep. Hmmm" he caressed my face and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Chris don't start that thats how we got here in the first place." I joke

"Oh and it's getting us here again. Now sleep."

"Only if you do."

"I did."

"Ok only if you sleep more than 10 minutes."

"Even Steven baby you keep waking up she's fine I promise. I'll wake you at the first thing."

"I love you Chris."

"I love you to more then I can say. Rest you need it, you deserve it my love." He said giving me a soft kiss before I fell back asleep.

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[thequeenreaders]

Free Show (II/II) Teaser

Chris slowed down his pace on mowing, watching you slowly roll on your stomach and get yourself to another evocative posture, the doggy position; On all fours, except your torso is planted on the ground, emphasizing your backside making it seem rounder than before. Your arms folded in front of you and your cheek resting against it. To make this situation any more difficult, 

You are looking straight at him, a dampened smile plastered on your face. 

He instantly diverted his focus once he realized he was also being watched, returning to his previous speed on his mower, maybe a little faster as he wanted to finish his last chore, not letting himself get engrossed by you any longer. Didn’t he already say that to himself?

Once he got to the end of his yard, he switched the gas-powered machine off and transferred it back to his garage, paying no attention to those watchful eyes of yours. 

Could it get any fucking worse?

teehee

[ladylaviniya]

*Me everytime I see Chris Evans.*

[berberriescorner]

Girl i neeeed a snippet from clear a bitch chris evans x reader 🤣🤣 with a title like thaaaat 👀

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

It’s not edited, so please excuse any mistakes.

Snippet: “Clear a Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black!Reader

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

If it happens again I’m going to cause a scene in this bitch, Christopher.

“I love how you’ve touched up the beard. It always looks so soft and silky.”

Did this bitch just tug and run her fingers through MY husband’s facial hair?!

Leaning in closer she boldly sniffs him and all but moans. You started to open your mouth to let this bitch have it, but decided against it. Chris had given you a gentle squeeze on the hip. You knew he was signaling to remain calm. Also to remind you that you were in the middle of the red carpet. No need for you all to make your debut on TMZ. Not over this mad ass bitch.

“Mm, and that aftershave. You smell amazing.”

Chris tensed a bit, looking extremely uncomfortable. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your husband pulled you into him, placing a protective hand on your hip. Knowing your temperament, Chris did his best to diffuse the situation. He attempted to change the subject but was cut off once again. The washed up actress sucked in a breath at the irritated glance he gave her. However, it still wasn’t enough to deter her. She reeked of jealousy. Glancing at the protective grip Chris had on your waist, only pissed her off. The desperate, thirsty woman gave you an irritated glance that quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Y/N what a lovely ensemble that is. I didn’t know Lane Bryant made evening gowns.”

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: 𝐂𝐮𝐦 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲/𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

My, My, My

【Synopsis】 : Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

『W.C』 :  1.94k

-> Genre: Pure Smut. No plot woops.

Paring: Switch/DomLeaning!Steve x Switch/SubLeaning!Reader

[Warnings] : This is messy. Cum eating. Unprotected sex. Making out. Swearing. Multiple orgasms. Dirty talk. Pet names. This is one big sticky mess, hehe.

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Even though he's never shown it, Steve is a sensitive man. In more ways than one. His cock always felt so full, day in, day out and most of the time he had no control over how much of a mess he makes each time he came. He normally can keep it on the down low, fucking his fist night after night to get it all out of his system by the next morning.

He would spend most of his time wishing for more. But alas, he accepted the cards he had been delt. Being from the 40s, he had grown to notice the difference between women back then 'til now. They were all so much for confident, and proud. Not that, thats a bad thing. Its just Steve...he's intimidated.

But then you showed up in his life.

Such a pretty, perfect, shy, little you... he could feel himself be constantly wet. Precum soaked his boxes every time you were around. Your smile, the way the smell of your perfume was the most delectable scent he’d ever had the pleasure of inhaling. Even just the way you walk, or sit, or jump around. When you get shy around him and blush like a little flower... And don't get him start on your laughter... Fuck.

You were a walking sex dream to him and he knew he was done for.

When he first got to finally have you, he was making out with you in the hallway in the compound. The floor that belongs to yours, his and Bucky’s room. But things lasted very short as he had to sprint suddenly away without another word to you making you feel a slight thing of guilt in your gut thinking that you might have caused something wrong, since you weren't the most experienced person...

But in truth, he wasn’t about to look you in the face and tell you he just came in his pants alone just from kissing your plump lips. He felt more embarrassed at the fact you were able to make him come without the need to touch him. It took every fibre in his being not to whine out a shaky deep groan while he felt your lips so desperately on his. He had his hands squeezing your hips a little tighter than before while his cock started to throb painfully in his slacks. He still had to resist the urge to moan out when your tongue laced with his. Making his balls tighten before his cock ultimately started pumping hot ropes of cum, emptying himself in the now soaked fabrics of his underwear.

He turned the corner quickly, as his chest heaved for more air. His body felt like it was on fire, and he hated himself slightly at the fact he had such a short orgasm. He palmed his cock softly, readjusting himself, hitting his head against the wall when it started to twitch again. It took him everything not to say fuck it then and there and pull himself out so he could finish pumping every drop out until he was dry. or better yet, seducing you to help him.

And if kissing was going to be his problem. Then he was afraid of how’d he would handle having you naked for the time in front of him. Would you want to take the lead? Or would you have your legs spread for him to do as he pleased. He wouldn't mind either to be honest.

And the first time he did finally manage to built up the courage to bed you. He didnt expect himself to be lying on your bed while you sat on your knees at the end. Your bit your swollen lip while you eyes his naked form, focusing on his broad, beefy legs that were spread apart wide enough to welcome you inbetween them. He was a sticky mess, cum painted all over the head of his cock, dripping onto his navel deviously. He was wishing for just one ounce of control when you two were making out prior to this, nearling busting his nut when he felt you whimper against him.

God he didnt know how to function, feeling embarrassed about himself but again. He had no idea just how much you loved him like this. Yes, you were a shy sweet thing but behind closed doors. You lived for the pleasure. To please. And the way Stevies cock jumps and aches as he watched you remove each article of clothing. It was a site you revealed in.

The second you were completely bare, his moans would become greater, louder. When you placed your hand on his naked thigh his breath would hitch, balls growing heavier with every breath.

“You okay Stevie?” You cooed, kissing his inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine, the way he tensed and the smell of his delicious natural scent would bring an ache to your soaked cunt, making you squeeze around nothing, needing him desperately.

“I'm fuck...hmngg sensitive..” He tried to tell you, looking at you with pleading eyes while his cock throbbed, torn between needing you to keep touching him and pushing far away from you, fearing he loses control and comes all over your pretty face that was only mere inches from his angry tip. He’s not a virgin, that most people new for sure but he’s never gotten head before nor been with anyone in so many years. And he knows he’d fill your mouth the minute you wrap your plump lips around him and fuck your face until he was blowing his load down your throat.

“You want me to such your dick, sir?” Your voice was laced with seduction making Steve gulp an obscene amount of saliva. he felt so high, gritting his teeth at your words. You made it out to seem he was in charge when you could very well grab his cock and make him do whatever your wanted.

“Fuck, I think I'ma cum.” It was not a might in this situation...it was a definite yes. He was about to bust just from your hot breath brushing against him. but Steve wanted to hold off. He needed to hold off.

Keeping his self-control as much as he could. He wanted to be that hard, confident man that everyone thinks he is. But in truth, his cheeks were tainted with a pink hue, gasping as you took his heavy balls in your mouth suckling with determination. “Wait, Baby, please...hunngmmm I hang on...”

He needed to be inside you. He couldn’t cum without feeling what your cunt felt like first. His precum touched your lips, licking up all the come that was on his thigh and tummy from his previous orgasm. His eyes bore holes in you as he watched you quickly and sensually swallowed his load. You opened your mouth, showing him you ate every drop. Whichmade him snap, man-handling you until you found yourself on top of him, with your chest pressing against his. You breast squished, nipples tingly at the roughness of his scared skin.

He doesn’t give you another second to think nor protest as he pushed his cock in one quick thrust. Planting his feet, before thrusting into you harshly.

“Fuck Stevie!!” You squealed at the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, while his fat thick cock stretched you open wide. He clung onto you tightly, groaning into your neck, biting your shoulder to hide his high-pitched 'ffuuckkkk'. The feeling of your tight cunt was too much and his strokes were becoming sloppy and unsteady very quickly.

“Fuck I-hmg m’need to cum!!” His back arched off the bed while his head had been thrown back against the soft pillow. “god! Shit, shit. Fuck!” he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, holding onto you while your cunt began to burn with overstimulation as he empties himself deep inside you, feeling as though his orgasm was unending. you squirted around him, liquid going everywhere, from your and his legs to all over the bed. Staining the sheets beneath you both.

“Steve!!” You whined, your greedy soaked cunt kept pulling him back in, with his cum spilling around his cock, splurging out the sides onto his thighs, making him even more sticky then when he began.. “You’re m-making a mess, pplease…” His eyes rolled back at the thought of your warm white cream that now covered your pussy, his cum painting you, decorating you both. Oh, how it made his cock throb more.

“I know-I know baby, fucknng I can’t stop!” He grunts, now hiding his face into your neck again, his arms nearly limp and aching from holding you so tightly while his hips never stop their attack. His rut. All these obscene squelching sounds echoed louder and louder with each pump. “I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me. Fuck my cock…i need to cum. More... Too much cum.”

He couldn’t control himself anymore, all these lewd voices spilling from his tongue, you moaned in response feeling yourself grow closer to a new high another high.

Steve kept growling random words along the lines of 'fuck, shit, i need to cum. Your cunt feels so good.' The list went on. Rolling over so he was now on top, but still keeping his cock tucked inside you, he ground his hips slowly, humping his abused length in as far as it would go while keeping his face in your neck, biting your shoulder for good measure. “feels so good, you make me crazy. So fucking hard. It hurts. M’sorry baby Sugar.”

“It’s okay.” You try to calm your lover, “I’m yours.” The minute the words slipped off your tongue you realized the grave mistake that was because he groaned, no, he growled like a beast. His cock swelled again, becoming harder if that was even possible at this point, before slamming back into you. Fucking you with a new purpose and new-found strength.

“hmm, Mine you say? Fuck, this body is all mine? Pussy is all mine?” His eyes were feral now with a grin matching it. You feel every ripple, divot and vein as his muscles tense and cock fucks you harder. Your face was flushed as you felt embarrassed from his words. Dirty talk was something you never thought Steve would be into. Yet here is he, making you come apart from his filthy tongue. “Gonna fuck my pussy, empty my cum deep in my pussy, fuck my pussy until I’m fucking dry.”

And he does just that. Panting, grunting. He was feral over how good each orgasm felt and how long they seemed to last. He fucked you until you were a crying, begging mess. Overstimulated and sticky. His mouth became filthier with each orgasm he got out of you and there was no stopping it. He was going to fuck you until there was no more cum to produce.

Finding a new positions, from the floor, the wall, the deck, back to the floor again before ending in the bed yet again. He fucked you until you both were fucked out, tired and had made a mess of the entire apartment.

[coltrainbat]

Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺

Bubba Part 2: Bump

A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰

"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.

"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.

At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.

Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.

"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.

You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.

You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.

Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.

“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly

“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.

He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.

“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”

“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.

“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”

“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”

“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”

Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”

You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.

Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;

“What’s wrong? You hurt?”

“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”

“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.

“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.

“I can’t just do that in public!”

“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.

Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.

You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.

“Better right?”

“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.

[sunnylands-world]

Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|fluffy content ahead|~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.

[littlemissnobody124]

Sunlight

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Words: ~1.2k

Warnings: age gap, slow burn romance, I think 18+ in later chapters but for now it’s just storytelling, somewhat dark, mentions/implied death, blood

A/N: hi, this is my next writing fic, I have finally written about 3 chapters and the only inspiration im getting is from Hozier songs like cherry wine, as it was, and also sunlight. I have written some more chapters on my other fic but I feel it needs to be reworked also hopefully you read this and like it. *if you wanna be added to/removed from my taglist ask me and I’ll add/remove you with no worries at all*

He walked down the stairway on unsteady stones, the only source of light coming from the candle in the chamber stick he held. Walking down the path in the deepest part of the kingdom, finally reaching the bottom was greeted by a cell at the end of the dark hall within it a creature he came to greet.

All there was is all four walls coming together deep down within the earth, leaks coming from above smelling of soil and rain as the storm finished before he decided to come down to the creature's cell.

Slowly, padding toward its cell door to see the visitor who wished to talk to them. As the candle came closer so did its features become shown. Eyes as dark and big as the star-encased sky, make you believe that they couldn’t see a thing but could see all at the same time. Hands similar to a human's with the exception of their sharp black nails, and black encasing the tips of each finger. Teeth sharp and a few longer than others. Hair mangled as it’s been unkempt, cheeks sunken, and clothes barely hanging on to its body looking on the brink of death but being in its cell for over two centuries. No one visits as everyone says ‘it’s an accursed thing’, whenever they have to explain to their children why to never go down into the basement.

But, him. He chooses to ignore what his father says to see what it looked like one late night several years ago. Ever since he visits whenever there’s a full moon for a couple of days to see such a wondrous creature. As it's not as accursed as his father makes them out to be.

Tonight should’ve been like every other night, with the difference of him smiling, and reaching out his hand to me but with blood slowly drying on his hand, shirt, and pants. It was a sight to behold as he spoke, “I’ve come to finally free you, beloved,” with blood splattered across his face. His eyes showed me love but his outward appearance showed me something darker.

“What did you do?” was all I could slowly choke out, as my mouth and throat were parched.

“I’m sorry where are my manners,” speaking to me once again, taking his hand that was reached out and moving back.

“Saving you from this lonely hell my family has given you,” he began again as he steadied his sword ready to swing at the lock and chains holding my cell together, “you deserve so much more than this. So, I took my rightful place from your current captors so I can finally free you.”

Charging up his sword with a very clear and strong spell as his sword flew a bright red and then he swung. Swiftly breaking what once was my lock, now shards on the ground. Quickly opening the door, stepping over the shards, and bringing himself to one knee.

“May I finally greet you properly as mine? And do not worry I will carry you so as to not hurt you anymore from this point on,” he told me as he looked up at me.

Slowly giving my hand out to him and beginning to speak I reply, “you may, but be gentle with me, please. What is your name?”

“Christopher Evans, but just for you you can call me Chris my beloved,” I was told as he kissed the back of my hand, “and yours?”

“(Y/f/n), (Y/f/n) (y/l/n) is my name, it’s been so long since anyone’s asked me for my name,” it was like a shout but only fell upon his ears, if others would were here no one hear as it wouldn’t echo throughout and before I knew it I was whisked up into his arms, spun around, and held as gentle but tight as he could hold me without taking my breath away.

Now bound to him as if I made a contract, now without a word or a doubt. Then starting the slow ascension to the outside from this underground purgatory.

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Before we knew it, there we were at the door. He set me down and gave me a look as if I should be the one to open the door to my freedom. Opening that door made me feel the heaviness that I had been carrying lifted off my shoulders.

All I could see before was the darkness, feeling the bricks as I scraped another line down the brick indicating a day. From what I could tell, all I ever did was count, recount my happiest memories, my worst moments, and whatever I could entertain myself with. Well until Chris, then I was counting the days, minutes, and hours until he returned. Now I never need to do that again.

As I stood at the doorway, holding my hand within my own slowly walking out. I could see within these elegant walls, and took a turn to my left another door. With windows showcasing the sunlight through the windows and its curtains flowing through slowly. Walking towards it, I took a look back at Chris and he nodded. Turning back to the door I opened it and took in the open garden in what could be the middle of the whole castle.

I took in the sun as it began to rise, its sunlight swimming with the clouds bringing out colors I hadn’t seen in so long made me tear up. Feeling the sun as it rose and shone on my skin after so long felt bittersweet in a way.

Just as I began walking into the garden, a maid took a turn before taking in my form startled by what she was witnessing. As she was thinking about running to get one of the guards, sees Chris walk from behind me and realizes what happened.

She took in his form from the now-dried blood, and you could see the multiple things she questioned and the conclusions she was coming up with.

“If you are going to tell a guard or anyone else about my beloved, do tell them that I let her out and I plan to take her as my queen,” he thundered to her. Feeling chills run up my spine as he then took in my form.

“I’m gonna need to get you new clothes, and get food in you as you’re just so small,” Chris insisted to me as he turned me toward him, taking my hands into his.

“Then I’m gonna need to find out how such a small thing as yourself is so dangerous,” he chuckled to himself. Picking me up once more, he began walking into the castle and up the staircase to the third floor. Walking on towards the end of the hallway.

Opening the door to a room half as big as the garden downstairs.

“This is where you’ll be staying, and don’t worry I’ll notify everyone that you are so you won’t have any problems, my love,” he assured me, bending down to one knee. “Now I won’t be gone long but until then I'll have one of my best guards’ outside until I am. And I’ll send in a maid to help you out as well.”

All I could do was nod until he left me in this room to my own devices.

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[ilovefandoms102]

Forbidden-Part 2*

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What happens after the wild night with your professor?

Note: Just look at him all scrumptious 🥵

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), physical violence(not from Andy or reader), allusions to smut

Part 1

You woke up in a warm cocoon of Andy, his body completely covering yours. His head laid on your chest, legs tangled with yours, one arm wrapped under you and his other across you with his hand cupping your breast. You found one of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other holding his wrist of the hand on your breast.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the slight ache between your legs. After the first time he fucked you, it wasn’t long until he was waking you up with his head between your legs, you even worked up the courage to give him a blowjob.

It was safe to say you’d had a wild night with your Professor. Luckily, you only had his class and an evening one today, and since Andy’s class was in the middle of the day, you got to sleep in.

“You look even prettier in the morning.” Andy rumbled, his deep morning voice making you shiver.

“My hairs a mess Andy,” you huffed, his answer only being a chuckle and sweet kiss to your jaw.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck.

Both your hands threaded through his hair, the soft strands begged you to keep hold as you tilted your head for him to travel with his kisses. You wanted his mouth on yours, so with a gentle tug of his hair, your brought his lips to to meet yours. He tasted good, even in the morning. Chad would never do this with you, he wasn’t the affectionate type. Andy showed you what you were missing.

“I have to go.” you whispered against his lips.

“I want to see you again baby.” Andy whispered back, his hand at your breast gave it a squeeze.

He smirked when you gasped, letting his thumb swipe over your sensitive nipple. You squirmed under him, biting down on your lip.

“I have a class to get to, the Professor frowns upon tardies.” it was your turn to smirk as his turned into a full smile.

“I’m sure he’d let it slide for a beautiful woman, one he knows how she tastes.” Andy said as he tugged at your now hardened nipple.

“Honey, we don’t have time. I-” you whined, but Andy was quick to interrupt.

“Come to my office after class.” he grinned, stopping his torture as you pouted.

“Fine, only because now you made me super horny.” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“That was my plan.” Andy chuckled, it turned into a fully belly laugh when you playfully shoved him.

You drove back to your apartment with a smile on your face and the ghost of Andy’s kiss on your lips. He certainly knew how to give a proper kiss goodbye. Your happiness didn’t last long however when you saw Chad standing in front of your door.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you said, clutching your keys tightly.

“Baby listen, I’m sorry about the past few days. I just…I had some stuff going on ok? I love you and want to make it all better.” Chad expressed with a fake look of sorrow.

You knew he wasn’t sorry, and you certainly weren’t taking him back.

“We’re done Chad, nothing you say or do will make me forgive what you did.” you hissed, pushing your way pass him and unlocking the door.

“Wait! Baby, please let’s talk!” he tried, but you quickly slammed the door in his face.

Chad proceeded to be more annoying as he followed you all the way to Andy’s class. You were supposed to meet Andy before class, but as your luck would have it, Chad made it impossible.

“I can help you! I can help you pass the class baby and we can spend days together! Just like old times!” he pleaded, grabbing your elbow as the two of you reached the door.

“I certainly don’t need your help since not only am I the top of Professor Barber’s class, but the top of my whole fucking class! Leave me the fuck alone!” you seethed, shoving him off of you just as Andy walked out of the classroom.

“Hey, everything alright?” Andy asked cautiously, but you didn’t give him an answer.

You definitely did not let Chad answer either as you stormed into the room. Andy looked at you, then back to Chad, arching a brow to which Chad scoffed at then stomped away. It was just you and Andy now, other students filling the room any minute now. You were getting out your things when you felt Andy’s presence, shifting your eyes up to him.

“What was that?” he questioned softly, you shrugged as your answer.

“Baby, do not fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, hest coursing through you as you squirmed in your seat.

“Later Andy, someone might see us so go.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t give a flying fuck, tell me what’s wrong now.” he bit back, leaning into your desk with his hands at either side.

This was bad because now you could see his muscles bulging out along with the veins running up and down his arms. Not only that, but you could smell his scent that was absolutely intoxicating, reminding you of last night.

“Please,” you whispered, daringly brushing your pinky finger against the side of his hand.

Andy stared at your for a beat, then two before he gave a lift of his chin. Your stomach dropped when he turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, the tension of his muscles making it obvious he was angry.

After class, you didn’t go to Andy. The entire time he taught he wouldn’t dare look at you or even call on you to answer a question like normal. You figured it would be best to give him space to calm down, but another part of you wanted to crawl in his lap and ask him to hold you.

Andy💘: Why am I in my office without you?

Uh oh…

Babydoll❤️: Cuz you’re mad at me

Andy💘: Get your ass in here before I tan it tonight

Babydoll❤️: I need some time Andy

Andy💘: I think we need to have a chat and part of that will be between my hand and your ass

You couldn’t help the shiver of that message, he’d spanked you a few times the other night and you loved it. In a daze, you didn’t realize Chad had been walking behind you the whole time until he caught your wrist. He whirled you around to face him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you-!” you hissed, yanking on your arm.

“What is that on your neck?” Chad demanded, yanking you behind the building.

“No! Let go of me!” you yelled, unsuccessfully catching anyones attention since not a lot of people had evening classes.

“You fucking slut! You motherfucking bitch!” Chad roared, his hand seizing your jaw in a painful hold.

“Get off!” you gasped, panic flooding through your veins.

“Who was it?! Huh?! Tell me now!” he screamed, roughly shaking you.

Using all your strength, you fought back against him. Pushing and shoving while Chad shoved you against the wall painfully.

“Chad,” a deep voice, Andy, sounded through the alley.

“Stay out of this,” Chad angrily snapped.

“Should I get in contact with your father? Wouldn’t want another incident like a few years ago.” Andy raised his brow, your eyes widening as you looked from him to Chad.

“Fuck you Barber!” Chad spat, throwing your arm back with such force you stumbled back.

You and Andy watched him walk away, being certain he was gone.

“Office, now.” Andy growled, using every ounce of his control to not find and beat the shit out of Chad for touching what’s his.

“I-I want to go home.” you sniffled, staring at your feet while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Andy’s heart broke looking at your state, immediately rushing to gather you in his arms.

“N-No, Andy some-some-” you choked out, pressing your hands to his massive chest.

“Shhh baby, let me take you home. You’re safe now.” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss to your nose.

Andy safely got you home, following you inside. You were extremely grateful, relieved that finally someone in your life cared about your safety. Andy had stopped at his place to change, bringing stuff for a few days because no way was he leaving you by yourself. Not his girl.

“Sweetheart, let me see your face.” Andy called to you softly.

“Andy, honey it’s fine.” you mumbled, setting your stuff down while your back was to him.

Andy knew your tactic however and gently pulled your back to his front, his strong arms capturing you in that familiar warmth from this morning. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own since it completely relaxed into Andy. His lips kissed your cheek, the scruff of his beard made you shiver.

“Please?” he asked with another kiss.

Reluctantly, sort of, you turned. Andy carefully tilted your head, checking for any bruising.

“You had anything to eat baby?” he questioned, your reply was the shake of your head.

“Let’s order some take out, I’ll call and you relax.” he said more of a statement than a suggestion.

“I don’t want to be alone.” you blurted, grasping his tshirt tighter.

“Alright baby, just stay here.” he murmured, kissing your head before pulling out his phone and wallet.

After dinner, Andy ran you a bath. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, even sitting outside the tub so he could take care of you. It was strange, you’d never had someone go out of the way like this for your well being. Your parents definitely didn’t give a shit and now you realized Chad didn’t either.

“Baby?” Andy called, his lips skimming your ear.

“Hmm?” you hummed, shivering slightly as Andy scrubbed your skin with the loofa.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked, leaning his bristly cheek against your soft one.

“I-…things-we-he’s never-” you croaked, tears welling up again as you recalled the interaction.

“Has he ever harmed you like that before?” Andy forced himself to ask, clenching the loofa so tight his knuckles turned white.

You noticed, seeing and feeling the anger radiating from him. Leaning slightly against him, you picked up his hand, holding it to your chest.

“Not like that, he’s-that’s…we never got into any physical altercations.” you fibbed slightly.

“Baby, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, dropping the loofa and moving his big hand to turn your chin.

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of concern and anger. It was hard to resist, so you went for it as you leaned the rest of the way, kissing his lips slow and gentle. Andy’s thumb caressed your jaw, his tongue lightly tracing your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, getting up to your knees in the bath tub and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Andy murmured against your lips.

“Less talking, more kissing.” you mumbled.

“Unh uh, tell me the truth.” Andy said as he pulled back.

“Andy, baby just kiss me.” you pleaded, whining slightly.

“Y/n,” he growled, his demanding energy shocked through you.

“He backed me up in a corner…the day before I came to your house.” you whispered, watching his eyes go from concerned and angry to enraged.

“I’ll kill him he ever steps fucking near you again.” Andy hissed.

“Andy no, don’t, he’s not worth it.” you tried to say assuringly, but he was so caught up in thoughts of all that Chad had done to hurt you.

“But you’re worth something to me…and I’m not going to stand by and watch that asshole hurt what’s mine.” he claimed, two places spasming at his words.

Once you got out of the bath, Andy dressed you in once of his tshirts and helped you into a pair of undies. Andy stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with you, turning on some game you weren’t paying attention to. You snuggled up into his warmth, throwing your leg over his big thighs. The background of the tv and Andy’s fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Andy checked if you were sleeping, the bruising starting to become more prominent. He reached for his phone, making some calls to be sure that fucker never touched you again.