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Wow thank you! That just made me smile so big!

This was my first ever CE story. I’m so happy that you liked it, Love! TYSM for sharing! 🥰

Mr. Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

#AFBHBratChallenge Song: Throwback x Usher

Summary: You call off your wedding with just days to go. Is Mr. Evans going to be able to get you back?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF.  Read at your own risk. 

Anxiety, ANGST, love, fluff, drinking, cursing, strip clubs, flashbacks, politics, pink, SMUT, graphic sex, rough sex, a bit of degredation kink (name calling), squirting, a little breeding kink, sorta kinda dom!Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is for @afriendlyblackhottie ‘s Brat Challenge, #afbhbratchallenge. Ahhhhh! It feels weird venturing out, but I enjoyed it!  I hope you like it and I hope it stands up among all the great CE writers out here.

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You never miss a good thing ‘til it leaves you. 

Drinking helped ease the anxiety and stress. Normally, he staunched it with meditation, or better yet, a good dose of you, but you weren’t around. And you said you weren’t coming back.

Chris leaned on the bar in Onyx, his boys wondering where he was. They’d arrived there from The Gentlemen’s Club an hour before he went to drink this third round of Buchanan’s. The bartender recognized him, sure, but she pretended she didn’t. And for that, she got a $20 bill for each drink she poured him. 

Chris checked his phone and didn’t see a response from you. Any other messages didn’t matter. Memories came back, and he let them, wanting to feel how happy you’d made him.

“You’re gonna want me back.” Those were some of the last words you said to him. Now he was wishing you were here with him.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Don’t Mess With My...

Summary: Chris takes advantage of a situation with your ex

Pairings: Chris Evans x Video Vixen!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, daddy kink, dub con, angry sex, manipulation, dirty talk, arguing, jealousy, degradation, face fucking, fingering, squirting, potential breeding kink, manhandling

(A/N: FINALLY done. This is for my Brat and R&B Challenge. The song is Don’t Mess With My Man by Nivea. Not gonna lie this felt like I was writing for an episode of Love & Hip Hop lmao. I didn’t proofread (who even does that anymore lol). If you see mistakes just tell me. Follow, like, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @suchababie @puffyam1yum1 @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @whiskey-cokenfanfic @nattsvartkatten @thedarkplume @toni9 @golden-ariess @tinystudentfirepurse @honeychicana

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You knew you and Chris were kind of a surprising couple. When everything had came out, you were mostly met with confusion. Sure there was a shit ton of hate. Not like you weren’t expecting some of his little fangirls to get all bitchy, but it wasn’t even that.

No. This was more like a ‘wait when the fuck did this happen.’ It was lowkey kinda funny seeing his cute face all over the Shaderoom and Baller Alert. Even though the comment section could get fucking annoying on both.

It’s not like you hadn’t been featured regularly on both. Between the drama of your last relationship with this rapper and the videos you’d been in, they loved getting into your business. Hell since the news had broke your ex had even went on a little bit of a campaign to talk as much shit about you as possible. Even going as far to call you out of your name a few times.

One of the biggest perks about dating a man like Chris was that you could squash that kind of shit now easily. With just a phone call and his management had to tell him to shut the fuck up. Chris did such a good job at taking care of you.

Not to mention he was so fucking hot. This picture came out of you and him walking as you ate ice cream. You’d just so happened to look up at him with this look in your eyes as his hand was in yours. The ones that didn’t hate you were talking about daddy goals. Not that they weren’t right. Look at him. He was so gorgeous.

He wasn’t your normal type, but it was something about him that was irresistible. Especially when he grew in that beard after a movie where he needed to look extra scruffy and you ended up staying in bed for days. Feet planted on either side as you rode the fuck out of him. He grabbed onto your hips to slam you the fuck down over his fat dick. You shivered whenever you thought about it.

One of the things that came with dating Chris were girls thinking they could be slick, flirting with him in front of you. Until him you weren’t much of the jealous type either. Now you fell into the ‘you wish a bitch would’ category. It’d taken you this long to find a man like him and you weren’t about to lose him to any of these pigeons thinking they could step to your man.

Yeah yeah yeah it’s Chris’ fault if something happened, but he never entertained that shit because he knew better. What were you supposed to do when they did it right in your face. Stand there and not say shit. Fuck these birds, you aren’t about to be nice to them.

You remembered the night you’d met him. Playing beer pong at a party with your girls. When he got paired with you. Looking so hot in his tight ass shirt rolling a joint. He’d offered you some and the two of you started to talk. Then you danced which mostly consisted of you shaking your ass on his dick. He even started to get hard against you.

Then this girl tried to swoop in as if you weren’t right there. Practically having sex on the dance floor. You’d told her to leave to go play in traffic and all Chris did was smirk and pull you into his arms.

That’s when he turned you around and started kissing you. Ugh he was such a good fucking kisser. Made you all tingly in the pit of your stomach. Then in your pussy. So you let him take you back to his place. You’d sucked his dick and then he fucked you until morning. From that night he was daddy no other way to put it.

He asked for your number and you started texting. Finding out that two of you surprisingly had a lot in common. He didn’t care about you shaking your ass in music videos for a living or certain things you’d done in the past. He only saw you and you loved him for it.

So that’s probably why it sucked so bad that he wasn’t there right now. It was your birthday and apparently something he’d been scheduled for had been running kind of late. He’d warned you, but it still sucked. Especially when you wanted him there more than anything else.

You ended up going out with some friends and then to a club. It was pretty fun even if you’d been in a bad mood all night. Sure you were really trying to enjoy the effort your friends had put in, but this was your first birthday with him as your boyfriend and you wanted to enjoy it with him. Preferably on his dick most of the time.

Sure he’d put money in your account to go on a shopping spree and the bouquet of roses he’d sent you this morning had been gorgeous, but it wasn’t about that. You wanted to spend all night under him. Tucked under his arm or him on top of you as he fucked you. Giggling as he kissed your neck and then some more as you were coming down from your highs and started talking about whatever came to mind.

Except right now you were in the club, faking a smile as your friends snapped another picture. Trying to not look bored because you really were happy with everything they were doing. It’s just that your mind was elsewhere.

You were taking another shot when you saw a familiar face in the crowd and immediately felt like you were going to puke. You knew some of your group still talked to him, but you did such a good job at avoiding him. If you found out any of these bitches invited him you might actually flip the fuck out.

So not only did you have to think about Chris not coming, but then this asshole was tryna get all up in your face. It’s funny because two years ago you would have been all over even an ounce of his attention.

You spent most of the night ignoring him. Then found out that one of your girl’s boyfriends was the one to let it slip that you were all out. You did a pretty good job at evading him too until he finally cornered you. “Damn I don’t even get a hi?” He did this little smirk. Ugh he was such a fuckboi. “Where’s my hug girl. Happy birthday.”

You rolled your eyes again before you walking away only for him to grab your hand. “Can you not?” You said raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “Where’s your boy?”

“My man,” you corrected, finally pulling out of his grasp, “is none of your business.”

Now it was time for him to roll his eyes, but he didn’t drop that annoying ass look on his face. “Oh shit don’t tell me he left you already?”

“Ew no. He’s working.” You flipped your hair before crossing your arms. “What do you want?”

He shrugged. “Don’t you ever miss us?

You hummed, puckering your lips as you pretended to be deep in thought with your finger resting on the side of your mouth. “You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep and it’s like oh shit pins and needles?”

Your ex frowned. “Yeah?”

You grinned tilting your head to the side. “Yeah that’s the same feeling I get when anyone brings you up.”

His eyes narrowed, but still he smiled as he stepped closer to you. “Still got that bad attitude,” he said. “Bet your man can’t handle you like I did.”

That’s when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. “I’d say I do quite nicely,” your boyfriend’s voice answered.

You turned around and squealed, throwing your arms around him. “Baby, you came!” You buried your head into his strong chest.

“As if I’d ever miss your birthday,” he replied as he placed kisses all over your forehead. “I’m surprised I didn’t get a ticket on the way over.”

You looked up at him all smiley before pressing your lips to his. Normally you would have worried about messing up your lipgloss but he just looked so cute and you were happy he was there. Not like you couldn’t reapply it in a sec.

“Hey, Man,” Chris said, nodding his head at your ex. “Can we help you?”

“Yeah just reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Ain’t that right, Y/N,” he said.

“More like my nightmares,” you replied with a smile and a shrug as you grabbed Chris’ hand.

“Why don’t I buy you a drink,” Chris said pulled you away from him finally.

You felt so much better now that you were perched on your boyfriend’s lap. One of your favorite things about Chris was how he so easily blended in with your friends. Even if some of their boyfriends were acting like cry baby bitches about you not being loyal to your ex or some shit. Who knows who cares, they need to get over it.

Most of them liked him though. Hell you’d even been on a few double dates with your bestie, Mila and her man Andre. The first time that happened he geeked about being able to hang out with Captain America asking him all kinds of questions. It was almost like you were intruding on them. They were hella cute, though. Had even ditched the both of you to hang out a few times now.

The two of them were stuck in conversation now about some sports shit while you talked to Mila. Chris had just gotten you bottle service and stopped talking for a minute so you could take cute selfies. Everything was so much better even if your ex hadn’t got the fucking hint and left.

You started kissing on Chris at some point. You knew you probably seemed all clingy and needy, but after spending all day bummed out it just felt so good. Sometimes you felt so in love that it felt all scary. Then it was like you couldn’t help it. It was like you were living in this daydream.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re lucky I didn’t see you leave the house in this dress.” You were surprised he was getting this handsy in front or so many people, but you happen to glance over at your ex who was seething as he tried to make it seem like he wasn’t looking.

You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at him. “Why?”

He put his nose against your cheek, smiling into you before kissing your cheek. “I wouldn’t have let you leave,” he ended up whispering in your ear.

“Why not? You don’t like it?” You asked with a pout, putting your hand on his color as his hands grabbed onto your outer thigh.

“Oh, I like it too much,” he answered Then kissed the side of your neck making you shiver. “You wouldn’t have made it out the door.”

“Then take me home and show me,” you said not being able to help yourself as you started feeling all up on his abs even if they were covered by his shirt.

He licked his lips. “Yeah? Don’t worry I’ll show you as soon as we get home.”

You nodded and then kissed the underside of his jaw. Before you could start saying your goodbyes Andre and some of the other guys wanted to have another drink with him. So you hung out back, talking to your girls then got up to dance.

It didn’t take long for your ex to come slithering over to you. You weren’t sure what it would take so he’d finally leave you the fuck alone. How was he going to talk all that shit to anyone that would listen and then come on your birthday to act like you wanted anything to do with him.

He knew what this was. His management had been notified.

“Can I help you?” You asked turning around as he was making his attempt to dance against you.

“I just wanna talk,” he said with a laugh.

“And I’m not interested,” you replied.

“Why because your little boyfriends here? He don’t let you have friends?” He smirked, before reaching out to grab your hand.

You tried pulling your hand away again, only for him to keep his hold. “I’m so serious right now. Get the fuck out of my face.”

“Don’t be like that, Baby,” he said as he tried to grab your waist to bring you in, but you turned your head before he could kiss you.

“Get away from me you fucking weirdo!”

“Man, back the fuck off,” Chris said, finally come over to the two of you, pushing him off of you. “You know what, come on, Baby. Let’s go.”

“I didn’t even do shit. You need to back the fuck up.” He got closer, puffing his chest out.

“You need to back the fuck off. She keeps telling you to get the fuck away from her.” Chris of course wasn’t about to back down. Especially not when it came to you. You’d never seen him this mad before either.

The few times the two of you had fought, he’d always managed to keep a leveled head. Sure you could be a little brat. Yet he was really good at handling you so it never went further than pouting and stomping your feet. Usually he’d tell you to cut that shit out and you did because you couldn’t help it. He was your daddy and you wanted to listen to him.

But right now? With his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. Seeing him all mad was kind of doing something for you. He looked kinda hot. Maybe it’s because he wasn’t mad at you.

He laughed. “You control her now? She can’t talk to who she wants?”

As the two of them went on before Andre was having to get in between, Chris ended up grabbing your hand to lead you out. It was kind of not lost on people that Captain America was arguing with a fucking rapper over a girl and people had pulled out their phones.

By the time the two of you made it to his car, he was gripping the steering wheel all tight as he tried to calm down. “Daddy?” You said softly, putting your hand on his shoulder.

He sat there for a minute before looking over at you. “Did you know he was coming?” He asked.

“No,” you answered. “Trina’s boyfriend told him.”

“Yeah? I don’t want you hanging out with Trina then.” Then he looked away, as if to say that was case closed. He knew better though. He knew that you talked back.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I will not have you hanging out with someone that puts you in situations like that,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road. “Understand?”

“She don’t even do anything!” You protested. “It was her boyfriend!”

“Well, until Trina breaks up with her boyfriend,” he started, “you will not be hanging out with her.”

You furrowed your brows as your lips turned up into a frown. “That’s bullshit.”

“No. That was bullshit,” he replied, finally turning to you at the next stoplight. “And why didn’t you tell me he was there? You trying to be all sneaky. What would have happened if I decided to not go.”

“I didn’t even do anything!” You argued back. So much for him not being mad at you. You and Chris had only really argued once. It was the same as this time, about your ex. So you kind of got why he was so frustrated, but it’s not like you were entertaining it. He should know that. “What was I supposed to do?”

Was it wrong that the angry face he was making was still kind of making your mouth water. Why would you go back to your ex when your man made you horny even when he was mad at you.

“Text me! Call me! Tell me your fucking ex is there!” It was weird to hear him raise his voice, though.

“How should I know! You told me you were busy!” You felt yourself tearing up because even if it was hot you hated fighting with him and he was being a fucking dick. Also you wanted to hit something and this seemed like a better choice.

“When the fuck have I not answered your messages!”

The arguing kept going until he pulled up to his place where you pouted and crossed your arms. “I wanna go home!”

He rolled his eyes as he cut the engine and got out while you still hadn’t budged. When he looked back seeing that you were still in your seat, he came to your side of the door and opened it. “If you don’t get in the fucking house.”

“Take me home,” you replied.

“Get. Your. Ass. In the fucking house.”

“Take. Me. Home,” you replied, matching his tone. He bit his tongue as he chuckled before reaching across you to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Hey!”

He didn’t say anything as he grabbed you to throw you over his shoulder. You hit his back as he closed the door and carried you to the front door. “If you hit me again, I swear I’ll give you much worse than a fucking spanking.” Then he popped your ass once, twice, and then a third time once he slammed the front door.

“Ow!” You mewled as he kept doing it. “Stop!” You tried to reach behind to grab his hand, as if that would do anything.

“Move your fucking hand.” His Boston accent was suddenly out and thick, but you being you still didn’t listen. He set you on your feet before pushing you up against the wall. “Why you tryna make it worse for yourself.”

“Because you’re being an asshole.”

He moved you your ass was to him so he could lift your dress up over your ass before placing another smack. “I don’t think you want to piss me off anymore.”

You yelped trying to reach behind you to once again try to stop him. And once again all it did was piss him off as he ended up grabbing them with one hand so he could keep doing it either the other.

“If you don’t cut out the fucking attitude, I’ll do it for you. You fucking hear me?” He asked in your ear.

You lip trembled as you nodded. He shoved you down to your knees as he worked on undoing his pants so could pull his cock out.

“Need to learn some fucking manners,” he said, grabbing your hair as he held it out with his other hand. “Suck,” he demanded.

You nodded and opened your mouth. It’s not like during the whole thing your pussy hadn’t gotten soaked from the way he’d talked to you. Sure Chris he’d to put you in your place before, but it was never like this. Daddy was teaching you that he was boss and as bad as you wanted to argue back maybe you should just listen to him. He knew what was best for you.

Your mouth worked him up and down just the way he normally liked. Except this wasn’t normal. Instead he pulled you off of him so he could rub his balls against your face, spreading all the slobber you’d left.

“Think you can talk to me and fucking way like you’re fucking crazy,” he said as he shoved back in, holding you there even as you started to cough and sputter around him before finally letting up. “Need to remind you that I’m Daddy.”

Your eyes were getting all watery as he fucked your face before he pulled you off so he could spit on you. “Chris!” You whimpered.

“That’s not my fucking name,” he said, leaning down to tap your cheek. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Daddy,” you replied, shifting your hips, hoping you could angle your panties the right way so they’d relieve at least a little tension.

“That’s fucking better. That’s what I thought.” He grabbed your arm roughly to pull you up. Bending you over a little so your ass was in the air so he could slam into you.

You gasped, trying to reach back to get him to ease up as his cock stretched you out. “Daddy!” Normally before he’d impale you on his dick, he’d at least get you warmed up a little. This time your pussy was struggling to accommodate him. He was just so thick it felt like it was too much every time you took it. Fuck he felt so damn good. Why would you go back to your ex over this.

He grabbed your arm to push it behind your back. “If I have to tell you to move one more time, I’ll pull out right now and jack off all over your tits. I won’t let you come one time. You wanna spend all fucking night in handcuffs for being a stupid bitch.”

“No,” you cried. “I’m sorry.” Fuck your pussy was gushing. You know you shouldn’t feel like this. Hell a part of you still wanted to argue back, but he was so deep. How were you even supposed to think right now.

Right as you were on the brink of orgasm, he pulled out. Your hand still behind your back. He made you stand up straight. “See isn’t it better when you’re a good slut.” He smacked your tits before pinching your nipples as he started making you walk like this to the bedroom.

He barely gave you a moment when your ass went up in the air when he pushed you down on the bed. “Think I’d give this pussy up to anyone? This is my fucking pussy,” he said as he started again. “You’re my bitch.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d dirty talked you in bed, but he’d never called you a bitch before and fuck. There was something about the way it was leaving his lips only made you wanna back up into him. If he expected you to not talk back after this he had another thing coming. “Oh, god!” You squealed as your orgasm got closer. “Daddy, you’re gonna make me- ugh!”

He smacked your ass again. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked, leaning over you so he could grab your neck.

You nodded and moaned, trying to position your hips a certain way so he could keep hitting this spot inside you. “Daddy! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me,” he said. “Fucking cum. Be a good bitch and cum for me.”

That’s when it was like this damn broke inside of you as you started squirting out. Your pussy forcing his dick out. His cock getting soaked from it. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He turned you over and you backed up like you were afraid of what might happen. He didn’t give a shit. Even smirked when he caught you, spreading you out and to push his fingers in.

Still not completely passed the first orgasm this one hit you like a ton of bricks. Your back arching off the bed as he leaned down to suck nipples. “That’s it, Bitch,” he whispered as his fingers went to your clit so he could prolong it. “That’s it.”

Your body trembled as you did so. Not that he cared because he quickly pushed back into you. The way he fucked you made it clear he was searching for his own orgasm. Like he was using you to get off. For some reason that only made you want to cum for another time.

“You know what I should really show people you’re mine,” he said still slamming into you. “You’re getting your IUD removed, I wanna put a baby in you,” he said with a groan.

Ugh. You should have not tightened up around him like you did. Like you were waiting for it to happen right now. Or that for a brief moment you cursed yourself from not having had it removed already. Suddenly you wanted so badly for him to pump you full and not pull out until he was sure he’d given you his baby.

“Oh yeah I should have known a dirty little slut like you would want that,” he said. “Gonna let me get you pregnant?”

“Please, Daddy,” you begged. “I want it.”

“God you’re such a whore for me,” he laughed. “Let me get you pregnant just because I fucked you stupid.”

“I will.”

“Fuck,” he groaned loudly. “Yeah? Fucking slut.”

With that your third orgasm crashed on you. Pussy still managing to take him until he started to fill you up. His cum flooding into you as he pushed all the way in like he really was trying to fuck you pregnant.

He rolled off of you to pull you into his arms. Your chest heaving from. Body unable to move.

Chris kissed your forehead over and over again as you came down. “Are you okay?” He asked. “I know I usually don’t get that rough.”

You nodded, not even able to open your eyes. You were pretty sure he’d broken you. You don’t know how long you stayed like that. In his arms and barely coherent. Didn’t stop him from showering you with kisses.

“Daddy,” you whimpered and buried your head into his shoulder.

He chuckled. “That’s my girl. I’m sorry.”

“Me, too,” you replied.

“I wasn’t even mad at you. I just-“

You snapped up then to sit cross cross beside him. “What!”

“What?” He asked with a chuckle. “I saw you looking at me when me and him were arguing. I know that face you get. I just kept it going.”

Your jaw dropped. “So I was arguing with you for no reason!”

Chris laughed before scrunching up his nose. “Kinda.” Then he pulled you back down so he could kiss you again. “I’m sorry. I was acting!”

You glared up at him without saying anything and like the asshole he was he just kept laughing.

“Okay, okay, if it makes you feel better I still haven’t given you your birthday present. Or your cake.”

You rolled your eyes. “What flavor is it?”

“Red velvet.”

“Fine, but I get to smear it on your face and you can’t do anything about it.”

He cooed at you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Aw, my little troublemaker’s trying to get fucked like a slut again.”

[princessphilly]

Feenin’

I totally forgot about this. This is unbetaed, unedited. But I had fun creating it. @afriendlyblackhottie

CW: smut, smut, dirty talk, a bit of brat, a bit of daddy!kink, fun times

Word Count: 586. Issa drabble

“Where are you?”

You looked at your phone, already annoyed. Why the hell was Steve calling you? He knew your schedule. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you replied, “On my way to the store, why?”

“Come home.”

Now, you rolled your eyes as Steve used that Captain America voice on you. “Um, home? I don’t live with you.”

“You know what I meant.”

There was a thread of steel in his voice that you heard over the phone, that “Don’t Mess With Me” attitude. But, you had to poke the bear. 

“Why? What’s so important?”

“I need you.”

Luckily, the light changed to a red light after Steve said that. You contemplated your answer. You could finish doing your errands and then stop by. Or you could stop by, find out what he wanted, and then go about your business. Looking up to the sky quickly, you made a left turn when the light turned green. “Fine, I’ll come by.”

You hung up after that with a slight smirk as you changed directions, going northwest instead of east. The drive itself didn’t take long and you parked, checking to see who else was out and about. Steve wasn’t a nomad anymore but you still kept a keen eye on your surroundings whenever you went to see him. 

Before you could even knock on the door, the door opened and he quickly pulled you in. “The fuck-,” you started to say before your words were swallowed by his lips. Soft yet firm, his kiss turned your intended sass into surrender relatively quickly. Before you knew it, your arms were around his neck, your body pressing into his. You ended the kiss, panting as you felt Steve’s hands all over your ass. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he picked you up effortlessly. 

“I said I needed you,” he rasped, his hands making quick work of your leggings. “Been needing you all day.”

“But-”

Your question was quickly interrupted by a slap on your ass. “Are you going to be good and give me what I need,” Steve asked, arching a brow.

“Ummm…”

“You teased me all night, wet and needy, pressed against me in your sleep,” Steve murmured in your ear as his fingers cupped your tits. “You were even trying to ride my thigh while you slept, my name coming off your lips in your sleep. I wanted to fuck you so bad but I knew you actually had to work today. But your work was over forty-five minutes again and I need that pussy now.”

It was amazing, just amazing how just some words in that voice had you ready to spread your legs for him, on the wall just inside of his house. And he knew it as he pushed your panties to the side, his talented fingers playing with your clit just the way you liked it. “Are you going to be a good girl and give daddy what he needs?”

You bit your lip, rocking your cunt against his fingers. Then you nodded. “Fuck me,” you breathed as one finger fingered you slow, preparing you for his dick. 

“Good girl,” was all Steve said, using his superstrength to pin you in place as he pushed his workout pants to the floor, freeing his dick. As he entered you slowly, you hissed as your pussy accommodated his dick. It felt so good, your last thoughts before you gave yourself over to the pleasure was how could you have thought of not coming over. 

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Fallen

Summary: Ari regrets letting you go.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, Daddy kink, oral (f & m receiving), arguing, make up sex, missionary, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation

(A/N: this is for my brat challenge! Based on a request from @plokyu23. Lol what’s proofreading? Idk what that means. Hope you enjoy. Like, follow, reblog ✌🏾 💜)

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You were his first anyway.

So as Kimmy recounted this story about seeing a nasty message on your phone from a contact named as Daddy 💗😘🌷💗 he wasn’t surprised. You may have sat there with your jaw wide open and your eyes narrowed. Stiff as board with your what the fuck he is looking like he might implode.

The look on Jason’s face would have said it all if Ari wasn’t already aware. Until right now your friends had probably thought it was meant for him. You’d started dating shortly after anyway. It only made sense for them to assume. Too bad they were wrong.

It’d been a few months since he’d seen you. Since he fucked it all up. Got too scared of his feelings because he found himself falling to hard and to fast. Picturing himself waking up to you every morning and going to sleep with you every night. Saying I love you each time.

After his divorce the idea of being in a relationship freaked him out. To think of himself as attached to another person. Yet he found himself craving you in ways that made him feel overwhelmed.

What had started out as two friends having a drunken hook up quickly became more. Not that anyone knew that. About the fucking. Or the calling him daddy when you were alone. The way you let him tie you up, spank you, and made you cream on his dick were somehow secrets you’d managed to keep yourself.

As you got closer the question, ‘You wanna be my girlfriend?’ was on the tip of his tongue. He’d have to bite on it to keep it in. You’d be talking your head off about something with your chin against his chest and all he could do is smile and rub your back. It made him feel like the biggest fucking dork.

Then you asked if he wanted to come to this event with you that a friend was throwing. Fuck he still remembers that look in your eyes when he’s given you some bullshit excuse. You ended up spending the night side eyeing him as he flirted with this friend of friend the whole time.

It was like he couldn’t help himself from fucking it up. He was afraid of commitment and he could tell you wanted that. And didn’t think he could handle messing it up. So he did before it got too deep.

Like an idiot he regretted it, but you were obviously avoiding him. Then he’d heard you were dating Jason who was so fucking annoying he doesn’t know how you put up with it. Fucking pretentious douchebag. Ari technically wasn’t one too judge, but you could have done better.

There was something particularly grating about see him touch you. It got under his skin like a spider. Like nails on a chalkboard. No other man should be touching you. Even if it was just holding your hand. It made him want to punch a whole in the fucking wall.

Obviously he hasn’t. Though there was this sort of twitch in his hand like it was trying to tell him to go over there and snatch you away. Not like you wouldn’t like it. You loved it when he took control.

So as one of your little kinks was revealed to all your friends, you looked like all the air had been sucked out your lungs. He’d warned you about Kimmy before. That she wasn’t your friend which you were somewhat aware of, but if he’d been your man he would have made you drop her ass completely.

Then she proceeded to spill about your toys. They were stored in this pink trunk in your closet. And fuck you had a lot. He’d managed to use half of them on you. He’d never forget what your ass looked like stuffed with that diamond butt plug. Or your hands tied with your pink silk ties that you’d gotten imported from France.

He can’t believe he was that fucking stupid to let you go. Where the fuck else was he gonna find a girl that let him do half the things you did to him. Sure you struggled to take him down her throat but you damn sure had a good time trying. And he had an even better time watching you suck the life out of him as he face fucked you with his big dick. Until your face dripped with cum. Then he’d smack your ass and slam you down so he could fuck your pussy.

What other girl would just take it if he slapped your face before calling you a slut. That would let him use them as a fuck toy. Damn he missed it. Missed that tight pussy and the way you played like a brat until he put you in your place. Your spoiled ass loved that shit.

It was all off with Jason. He didn’t match you. Sure you had your little attitude problem sometimes, but there was this sweetness he’d never seen in anyone else. Maybe it’s because he knew that underneath that manicure and designer clothes, you were thinking about him fucking you so hard your mascara would streak across your face.

From there it was straight tension once Jason said it wasn’t him you’d been texting. That he didn’t do shit like that. Ari knew that already after one night when he admitted to not going down on women. No wonder you’d taken to looking all annoyed lately. Bitchiness coming out in full force. You probably hadn’t been fucked right since him.

You went back to your hotel room as your arguing got louder and louder. Since you didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of a club it just seemed right to leave once Jason started raising his voice. It took him everything to not step in.

He’d managed to book a room across the hall from you. Ari could hear Jason going off he had to walked passed your door. Stopping himself from banging it down to grab you. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. Not even him.

God he remembered the first time you’d walked by him. At this pool party. You had fucking stilettos on even though you were in your bathing suit. It was like you were looking right passed him which if he knew any better meant you’d wanted him bad.

From then it was almost like you were putting on a show. Perfecting the art of acting like he wasn’t even there until one night when he got you hook line and sinker. Taking you back to his place so he could show you who the fuck was boss.

Now you literally just ignored his presence. And it fucking killed him.

As he’d just opened up his hotel room, your door opened as well. Probably pissed that you couldn’t slam it. Dress still on from earlier. Fuck he hated it.

He didn’t think about it as he caught up with you. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, stopping you. “What the hell did he say to you?”

You furrowed your brows as your red eyes glared at him. “Let go of me.”

He ignored you, putting his hand on your cheek as he went to wipe a stray tear. Instead you jerked away. “It’s okay. What happened?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Why the fuck do you care?”

Ari should have known this was coming but it didn’t make it feel any less shitty. “You know I care.”

“Ari, just stop,” you said trying to walk away from him, only for him to pull you back.

“I just wanna talk,” he said. God he hated seeing you cry so much. He wanted to scoop you up and go back to his room so he could hold you.

You laughed. “Talk? Oh now you wanna talk after you fucking ghosted me?”

“You got with him. What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk!”

He clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. “As if you would have.”

“I wanted to. I... I’m not doing this with you.” You were trying to keep yourself from breaking down and you didn’t want to be there right now.

“C’mon, just at least go in there to calm down or yell at me or whatever!” He shrugged. He only needed five fucking minutes.

“No because now I need to go find Britt to tell her he kicked me out of the fucking room.”

Ari frowned, glancing at the door. God he wanted to punch that asshole. He understood the jealousy, but what kind of men wouldn’t be happy knowing their princess of a girlfriend was a total freak in the bed. “Stay with me,” he suggested with a shrug.

“Fine you wanna talk. Then talk.” You crossed your arms. “About why the fuck you treated me like shit!”

“I didn’t mean to!” He said. “I got scared!”

“Of what? Just because your ex wife fucked you over doesn’t mean you had any right to do it to me!”

Ari clenched his jaw as you kept going unleashing everything about him that had pissed you off. As bad as he felt you were getting out of line. If your boyfriend couldn’t straighten you out, he definitely could.

He grabbed your elbow. “I just wanted to fucking talk, but you can’t help but be a disrespectful brat. And I’m fucking tired of it,” he said all of this we be dragged you to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, he pushed you up against the wall. “Ari!” You gasped when your back hit.

“You will not talk to me like you’re fucking crazy. You hear me,” he said putting his mouth to your ear. “Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded, suddenly all wide eyed as you stared at him. Then you looked away. “You know what no. I’m tired of this shit. Everyone jerking me around like I’m a fucking toy!” Your voice cracked.

“I’m not-

“Yes you are! You fucking ghosted me after I asked you out! We’d been fucking around for seven fucking months, Ari! I did things with you because I trusted you!”

“I know! I fucking know! I fucked up!” He replied. “I was scared.”

You rolled your glazed over eyes as you sniffled. “Oh god. Scared of what? Having a heart?”

“Yes,” he answered. “I just got divorced. Of course I was scared of jumping back into another relationship.”

“So instead of using your words you flirted with her right in front of me!”

Her being the friend of a friend. Who you very much didn’t get along with.

“Did you fuck her?” You asked, raising your eyebrow, tilting your head.

He scoffed. “What?”

“Answer. Me.” You replied. “Did. You. Fuck. Her?”

“No!” He said. “Look I know I fucked up, but I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look I know I fucked up, but,” he took a deep breath, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” You asked with your lip trembling.

“Of getting hurt. Or hurting you. Fucking things up even more.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold it all in. “You d-did th-that! I’ve-,” your voice cracked again, “You fucking broke me, Ari. I tr-trusted you. I did things with you that I don’t think I could do with another person and I hate you for it.”

It was like his heart ripped out of his chest hearing that. Yeah he’d already been regretting let you go, but he’d never get this out of his head. “I know.” His eyes went all soft. He sighed before bringing his hands up to your cheeks to wipe your tears. “I’m sorry, Baby,” he whispered before kissing your nose. Not being able to help himself. “I’m so sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you and then relaxed when you melted in his arms. Your mascara stayed his shirt, but he didn’t care as he swayed you back and forth. “You hurt me so bad.”

“I know.” Even his eyes welled up. Fuck. It was kind of now or later. “I’m sorry. I just,” he breathed, “realized that I was falling for you and it freaked me out.”

“That’s stupid.”

“I know,” he repeated. “But, it’s true. I love you, Y/N.”

You swallowed. “Don’t.”

“Why not? I mean it, okay.”

“Then you can’t take it back,” you replied your chest wrecking with sobs.

He wiped more tears away. “I won’t,” he whispered before pecking your lips again. “Never again,” he said. “Okay? I love you, Baby.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to calm down as he rubbed your back. Then he pecked your lips again. Then again. And again. Until you finally kissed him back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened it. Tongues meeting. Then he lifted you up making you wrap your legs around him. Hands going into his hair as one of his gripped your ass.

He didn’t even feel like making it to the bed so instead he sat down on the couch. It’d been too fucking long since he’d gotten the chance to taste you and he wanted to savor it.

His hands roamed your back making you shiver. You started doing that thing where you’d roll your hips. Tits brushing against his strong chest.

He’d started moving back. His cock pressed into your panties. You were still in your dress from earlier and your skirt had bunched up around your waist. The sound or your lips smacking together made him groan.

Your hands tugged at his shirt. Breaking apart so he could remove his t-shirt. You getting closer when you wrap arms move to his shoulders. He lays you down on the cushions. Kissing you so deep exactly what the both of you had been craving for months.

He pulls away only to go back in to kiss your neck. Wanting to mark you there as his so bad. He started sucking and biting hoping to leave one behind. You gasped as you scratched at his bare back. “Yes,” you whimpered.

He kissed your tits before raised sitting on his knees so he could hurry up and it off of you. You raised up to undo your bra then laid back down. With your tits out he brought his mouth to your nipples licking and sucking at them. Fuck he missed them. Missed biting into them. Getting them all nice and bruised.

“Missed you so much,” he whispered as he moved on down to your stomach. It felt like he was worshiping at an alter with how beautiful you looked. He pushed your panties to the side so he could flick his tongue over your clit.

You put your hands in his long hair again as you moaned. Your breath getting caught in your throat. Face screwed up as you watched him feast on your dripping wet cunt. “Ari,” you mewled.

“Did he do this to you?” He asked, slipping a finger into your wet heat.

You shook your head. “No. He wouldn’t. He didn’t eat pussy.”

“My poor girl not getting satisfied. That’s okay Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” Then he went back between your legs. Seeing this thick ass man look up at you while his tongue assaulted your pussy was making you feel feral.

“Daddy!” Finally slipped from between your lips in a gasp and he chuckled as he brought your legs up, making your body fold. “Ah!”

He didn’t let up as he put his fingers right back where they were as he went back to your clit as you felt your orgasm creeping. And he wasn’t going to stop until you came all over.

“Please,” you begged looking at him, propping yourself up by your elbows. You let out these short quick breaths. “Oh my god!” You threw your head back as it finally came out.

He drank up every drop of your wetness then pulled off of you, keeping his fingers stuffed in your hole. “That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it.” He leaned up to kiss you making you taste yourself on his tongue. “That’s my girl.”

Your lips were parted as he pressed his nose to yours. “Fuck. It’s too much,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know, but I gotta get you ready for me,” he said his breath all heavy, too. “So you can take my dick.”

The first time you fucked you’d look honestly afraid that he wouldn’t fit. Or that if he did he’d split you open. He’d done such a good job at preparing you for him, but since it’d been so long he’d have to do it all over again. You got overwhelmed then too. He didn’t stop then either.

Not like it mattered. He was still too thick for you. His cock would still stretch you open until you felt almost too full, but isn’t that why you wanted it so bad.

“Gotta make sure you understand that you’re mine.” He groaned as he brought you to another orgasm as you squeezed around his fingers. “Think you may have forgotten.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t, Daddy.” You couldn’t help it as you shifted your hips. The way he was finger fucking you was almost too much.

“I dunno, Baby. I wanna believe you, but I know how tight this little pussy is and I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.” You looked down at the way his fingers fucked you as he wrapped his hand around your neck. “Tell me I fuck you better.” There was this curl in his lip like if you didn’t answer he’d punish you.

“So much better, Daddy. He never fucked me like you did,” you confessed. “I didn’t want him to.”

“Why?”

“Because my pussy is yours,” you whined out as you gasped before letting go again. “Oh my god!” You screamed. “Fuck me!”

He finally pulled his fingers out so he could take his pants off. As his cock sprung out, you licked your lips. You forced yourself to sit up so you could reach out and grab it. You started running your hands up and down his length making him pause.

Blue eyes watching as you jerked him. He closed your eyes enjoying the feel of you working him. Chest heaving as he paced his hand on your cheek. With that you scooted down so you were kneeling in front of him.

He took a deep breath as you ran your tongue on the underside of his dick. “Fuck you’re so much bigger,” you said before taking a lick at the tip then took it into your mouth.

“Am I?” He asked getting this quirk in his eyebrow. Then used his hand to push his long hair out of his face.

You nodded as sucked him off. Trying your hardest to take him all the way even though you couldn’t. It’s okay he’d just retrain you later. He’d let it slide this time.

Besides you just looked so cute trying. Mouth still felt so good on his dick. Your fingers found their way to your clit. Moaning around him. The vibrations making his cock tingle

He wanted to cum so damn bad, but he made you pull away. Put his hand under your jaw to stop you. “Not yet, Baby,” he said. “Lay back down.”

You didn’t stop though. Just kept going. You looked like you were enjoying it so much he almost didn’t wanna end up. Except he gave you a command and you hadn’t listen.

He grabbed your hair to pull you off. You had saliva covering your face. You licked your lips before trying to go back. “What I tell you?” He asked forcing you to look at him.

Instead of arguing you did as told. Coming up to sit on the couch again before laying down like before. He finished removing himself of his clothing before getting back on top of you. This time positioning himself do his tip nudged at your entrance.

Ari place his cock against your lips. Hissing as your wetness coated the underside of his cock. He started moving his hips back and forth. Then leaned down to kiss you as he pushed in.

You let out this sharp moan and only his tip was inside of you. Your arm going above your head in a fist. Pussy trying to force him out as he inched in. “Fuck,” he swore underneath his breath. You were clenching so tight.

“Daddy, please.” You whined.

“What?” He asked.

“Fuck me,” you breathed looking up at him with these desperate eyes.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” you whimpered. “I miss it.” Falling right back into it. Just like before when you’d want him to show your pussy no mercy.

He groaned. “Yeah?”

You felt so small under him. Just with how he draped himself over you body. How giant he seemed in comparison. “I promise I can take it.”

His hips stuttered as he tried to push in. Your face all screwed up again with each thrust. God he forgot how sexy your moans sounded when you were trying to take him. “That’s my good girl,” he said. “Taking my cock.”

“Please!” You whimpered.

“Yeah, Baby?” He asked. “So damn needy because you weren’t being taken care of. That’s okay. I got you.”

“Ugh!” You mewled. “Fuck I missed you.”

He chuckled before pecking your lips. “Yeah? I missed you too.”

Noses touching, lips grazing each other’s as he finally pushed in making you groan and him grunt as he finally bottomed out. You put your hand in his long hair. Grasping the soft strands as he started moving a little faster.

“Fuck.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. “Oh fuck. Uh. Uh. Uhhhha. Yes.” You put your fists against his chest before rubbing your fingernails against them.

“That’s it.” He put his arm above your head the. Raised up so he could peak in between your bodies. See the way his cock went in and out of your pussy.

You were so damn wet. Especially after the way he’d made you squirt with his mouth and fingers. You were leaking all around him. As he forced himself into you.

He reached down so he could wrap his hand around your neck. With his other he raised your leg up to wrap around his waist. “Look at my pretty girl. Taking me so good.”

“Why are you being so nice?” You asked, biting your lip as you let out a little moan.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You okay?” He asked putting his hand on your chin.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You tried to catch your breath. “It’s just-“ you let out another moan. “Okay wait.”

“Okay,” he said, stopping. “You good?”

You smiled and nodded. Breathing still heavy. “I’m good. It’s just... can we be a little rougher?” You ran your hand up and down his shoulder.

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Maybe we should take it easy for now.”

Your eyebrow furrowed. “Yeah, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about and I really, really want it bad.” You looked up at him with big eyes. “After Jason I need it hard. It’s all I think about. He didn’t know how to fuck me like you.”

Ari chuckled before pressing his lips to yours. “Damn he really wasn’t taking care of you, huh? Need me to do it.”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Need me to use this pussy?” He put his finger on your clit.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Little slut like you needs a real man, huh.” He asked with a hiss as he started moving again, but then stopped to pull out quickly. Standing up and pulling you up with him. Not even giving you a chance to register. “Needed someone to fuck you like they don’t give a fuck about you.”

Ugh it was almost scary how easily he could step into it. It’s not like he hadn’t missed it too. Making you remember who exactly you belonged to. Obviously during the time apart you hadn’t forgotten.

He pulled you into him. His strong arms wrapping around your body. One of his hands settling on your pussy. The other back around your neck. Making you turn your head so he could force you to turn your head so he could kiss you.

Your hand went to his hard dick that had been slick with your juices. Your pussy was soaking his fingers as you rubbed the pre-cum on the tip of his cock with your thumb.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he pulled away to say into your ear.

You nodded and you let go of his dick, but he kept a hold on you. Then smacked your ass before pushing you down face forward on the bed finally. Hand slapping your ass and moving south with each time his palm connected.

He stuffed his fingers inside of you. Working them in and out. Your pussy clenched around his fingers. Fucking in and out of you.

“Oh fuck me,” you whined. “Fuck me.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you? I can fuck you so hard. Not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whimpered. “Do you promise?” You moved back against him.

His fingers making you want to fucking cum again. You leaned back putting your hand around his wrist and cry out. “That’s it. That’s a good whore.”

You gasped like such a fucking whore when you came. Dripping down his finger and onto the bed as you sobbing and leaning back over. “Oh, oh, oh! Ungh.”

Then he flipped you over, lifted your legs up above your head and as he entered you again. Not giving a fuck this time about letting you get used to it. Your eyes went all wide as that glassy look that be used to love came back. Fuck he loved knowing that you only did that for him.

“Daddy! Daddy!” You ended up gasping out. “Please holy fuck!”

He was really slamming into you with the strongest thrusts. Like he was digging deep inside of you. Trying to force you to fucking cum again.

“Why you runnin?’” He asked as you tried to move back. “This is what you wanted so why you fucking runnin?’” Then he put his hand around your neck again.

“It’s so big,” you whined.

“I fucking told you, but you wanted to be dumb and didn’t let me stretch you out. It’s too late.”

“Oh, oh fuck!” You threw your head back. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

“I hope he can hear me fuckin’ you,” he said, still slamming into your cunt. “Hear how much better I fuck you.”

With that you nodded. “You do. You fucking do!”

It honestly felt like he was deep in your guts. Just how full he was making you feel. He got more on top of you so his knees were on the bed. He grabbed your hair, tugging it as he force fucked. “You on birth control?” He asked.

You nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Good cuz I’m not pulling the fuck out,” he grunted as he let go as you squirted again. Stilling then moving his hips again so he could fuck it into you. He wasn’t even trying to get you pregnant. He just loved to see thick gobs of his cum leaking out of you.

When he stopped he laid on top of you. His head between the valley of your breasts. Both of you breathing heavy. His cock softening inside of you.

You ran your nails up and down his back absentmindedly. Making him shiver then tilt his head up to kiss your chin. “Don’t ever let me go this long without fucking this pussy ever again,” he said.

You tried to say something back, but you were still a little dazed. He finally got off of you making you whimper at the loss of him. Ari kissed your forehead as he repositioned you on the bed so you could lay on the pillow. Then climbed in beside you again so he could pull you into his arms.

“You good?” He asked kissing your forehead again.

You nodded before snuggling into him. “Yeah,” you croaked out.

“Good,” he said.

So you laid there. Head on his strong chest. Fingers swirling patterns into his stomach. While he basked in the afterglow with heavy eyes. A sense of comfort he hadn’t felt since the two of you had been apart.

“Ari,” you said.

“Mmm?” He hummed.

“I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, but I do.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t really give you a chance,” he replied thinking about how he’d kissed you so quickly when the words left his mouth. “This isn’t going to be like last time, okay? I promise.”

“My parents are gonna be so mad,” you said with a chuckle. “They were really pulling for me and Jason.”

“Well, that’s to bad.” He shrugged. “I’m not letting you go back to that dweeb.”

You laughed. “A dweeb!”

“He is!”

“God they are so the pushing for an engagement so bad. Like they were trying to marry me off,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah? I’ll marry you instead,” he replied, tickling you.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “Yeah why not. Not like we aren’t already in Vegas. Might as well make this an even bigger cliche.”

“Wait, I mean...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ari, I’m kidding.”

“Yeah, but honestly think about it. That’s a great idea.”

You sat up. “Ari!”

“Oh, c’mon! Think about it. It would really piss him off.”

“I’m not marrying you to piss him off.” You laughed again.

He shrugged. “Fine then marry me because I love you.”

“Ari,” you said with a chuckle. “We can’t.”

“Why not? I’m serious. About you. This. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

“But, I want a big wedding.”

He grinned. “I can give you a big wedding later. No one has to know about this, besides us.”

Normally you would have told him he was just being silly. Maybe it was the amazing sex and the way he was looking at you that was making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Promise?”

“Always.”

“Well,” you started, taking a deep breath, “this is crazy, but let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let me grab my phone so we can look up some places,” he said the. Practically shot up and then kissed you once then twice before going to his pants to grab his phone out or his pocket.

Sure it was insane, but after being apart for too long it didn’t matter. The both of you just wanted to be together. Even if it meant doing something drastic. Besides, hearing you say ‘I do’ made it all so worth it.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Me & U

Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday!

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

(A/N: Happy 40th, Chris! Looking finer with age. Part of my R&B/Brat challenge. Unedited because tf is proofreading. Just something I whipped up last minute because ngl I forgot lmao. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You took a seat on Chris’ lap as he laughed with his friends. For a man that told you he didn’t wanna do much for his birthday he sure looked like he was having a grand ol’ time.

For your birthday he’d went all out. You’d woken up to your bedroom being filled with balloons and flowers. Then he took you out for breakfast at your favorite spot. Then took you shopping where he bought you whatever you wanted. Shoes, purses, even this gorgeous pair of earrings you’d worn to dinner with your friends.

So you had to give him that same energy back. Invited all his friends over to surprise him. Of course as soon as everyone jumped out at him with you right there front and center, he put his hand on his left pec as he laughed.

You’d went all out. Getting his favorite beer. Making his favorite foods. Doing whatever you could to make his day special. You kissed his cheek. He smiled and put his mouth on your ear where he nuzzled you with his nose. There was just one thing you hadn’t given up.

The party started clearing out and Scott helped clean before finally saying goodnight. Chris yawned and gave you a kiss. “Thanks for this, Baby.”

“Of course. Did you have a good time?”

“I had an amazing time,” he replied with a grin.

“Even though you didn’t want it?” You teased, pinching his cheek.

He tilted his head back as he laughed then slid his hands down to your ass. “What can I say? I guess you know me better than I know myself.”

You chuckled and leaned into peck the underside of his jaw. “Mmmhmm and don’t you forget it,” you purred.

Chris looked down at you before leaning down to kiss your lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” you giggled. “Oh! I have one more gift for you!” Before he could even respond you’d already pulled away so you could run upstairs.

All he could do was chuckle as he saw your enthusiasm. He grabbed another beer as he sat on the couch. Waiting for you to come back.

“You ready?” You asked him after too long.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Close your eyes!” You demanded.

He chuckled. Leaning back as he did as you said. “Okay.”

“Promise you’re not looking!” You called down.

His laughter grew. “Baby, I promise.”

“Okay,” you replied obviously much, much closer. “Open, Daddy.”

When he did he had to do a double take. Honestly not knowing whether to laugh or to pull you on his lap. So he did both.

Kissing you all over your face as you joined in. It was no secret that you weren’t a fan of sports in general. Could fall asleep during a football game. Yet it didn’t stop you from trying for him. At least pretending to care. Saying if he could pretend to be interested in watching those corny ass CW shows with you, the least you could do was give him that.

So while you were a good sport for the most part, he hadn’t been expecting this. Your black and red shorts were tiny and even from the front he just knew they hugged your ass. The thin matching crop top hugged your tits making your nipples strain against the fabric. Patriots written across your chest. White thigh high socks covered your legs. In your hands were pom poms.

Chris smacked your butt making you squeal. “Hey! I didn’t even get to do my cheer!”

“You made a cheer?” He asked with a chuckle setting his beer bottle on the end table.

That’s when you pouted, looking down. “You don’t like it?” You asked.

He kissed your cheek. “Oh trust me, Babe.” Then gave you another one. “I love it. Thank you. This is the best birthday ever.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up as you smiled.

Then another peck to your lips. “Of course. Still wanna do your cheer?”

“Well, it was more like a lap dance, but since I’m already in your lap.”

“Yeah?” He licked his lips. “Now I kinda wanna see it.”

“Or you can lay back and I,” you got really close so you could whisper in his ear, “can suck your dick.”

With that you could feel him hard against your thigh. Then started rocking your hips helping you with the way his hands rested on your ass. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. 

You kissed his lips deepening it almost as soon as you could. Tongues meeting each other’s. You moaned into his mouth, trying to grind against him that was giving such good friction you could cum right there. You knew you were a mess in your shorts.

As he started to smack your ass it was like it reminded you of what you’d asked. You threw your pom poms to the side before putting your hands on his chest so you could push him down.

Considering he was much stronger than you, that wasn’t exactly easy to do. He chuckled as he got the hint finally laying down with you in his arms. Still not letting you go because he wanted to kiss you a little more.

Finally you managed to get away from him. Then he hissed as you’d moved down his neck. Licking and sucking right over his spot. Fuck you always loved the little noises he made when you did this.

You finished your journey down his stomach. Stopping when you got to the hem of his shirt so you could push it up his abs. With that you started kissing all over his abs. Making him have the sharpest intakes of air as when you sucked at his skin.

Moving from spot to spot until you were at his pelvis when he finally stopped you. Putting his hand in your hair to pull your head up so you had to look at him. “You tryna make me cum in my pants?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No!”

“Then you better stop fucking around.” He grinned.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you finally moved to his jeans. Licking your lips in anticipation. His cock was bulging against the denim. Fuck you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on him.

You were so quick when it sprung into view. Licking it from balls to tip. He opened his legs a little wider so you could get a little closer. Watching as you started to slurp on it. His hips moving up but he was trying to refrain from fucking your mouth yet.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it.”

Your mouth was watering all around him. Making the best mess he’d ever seen. Fuck he could only imagine what your pussy looked like right now. Probably soaking wet. He wanted to see if you left a wet spot in those shorts.

“That’s my fucking good girl,” he said, putting one of his arms under his head. Doing the other to move your head up and down by your hair. “Look so cute sucking daddy’s cock.”

You gagged around him. As he forced you down a little further. Then let you back up for hair. “Thank you for letting me suck your dick.” Your hand wash still around him, stroking him as his tip licked with precum.

Chris groaned again. Of course you’d remembered that little talk you’d had. Where the two of you talked about things that had turned you on a lot with each other. One of your thing was when he’d say sweet things to you while treating you like a whore. His was when you thanked him for it.

You went back to it. Slobbering all over him again. Playing with his balls. “Gonna make me cum, Babe,” he warned you. “You want that?”

You nodded doing this thing where it felt like you were trying to gulp him up. Cuz you wanted him to cum down your throat.

“Fuck!” He shouted into the air as he finally unloaded. His eyes shut tightly as it was too much for you to fully catch. That was okay he liked how you looked all messy for him. Like a fucking slut.

You stand up so you could take off your shorts. He took the time to pull of his shorts and removed his pants and shoes before you climbed on top of him.

You went back to kissing. Chris not giving a fuck that your mouth was just on his dick. Or that he’d just came in it. That wasn’t going to stop him from making out with you.

He stuffed his fingers in your pussy from behind. Groaning as you rode his hand. Your hole hugging his digits. Fuck you were soaking wet. You let out a breathy moan. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said in a whiny little whimper.

“Good. You better fucking cum for me.”

That was when you drenched him. Not that it stopped him from finger fucking you for a little longer. That’s when he grabbed you by your hips. Lifting you up so he could ease you down his length.

Even though he’d just cum from the way you sucked him. You put your hands on his chest as bounced up and down on top of him. A chorus of, “ugh, ugh, ugh’s,” coming from your lips.

He moved one of his hands under your shirt to pinch your nipples. Making you tighten around him. Pussy juices dripping down. You were moaning so much it was a good thing his neighbors weren’t close.

He reached forward so he could grab your legs. Wrapping his arms around your thighs so he could help you move better. “God you’re fucking tight.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you cried. “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me.”

That’s when he said fuck it so he could pick you up and drop you down so he could slam his cock in and out of you. “Don’t you fucking run,” he grunted as you tried to scoot back.

He looked between you to see your pussy gripping his cock. Pussy creaming around him. “You’re gonna make me cum again!” You cried.

“Then fucking do it,” he said. Also feeling it rising inside of him, too. “Daddy’s gonna fill up your cunt, Baby.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Yes, yes, yes.” As another orgasm wrecked through your body he came deep inside of you.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he put his head in your neck. The two of you relaxed with him on top of you. Rubbing his back and getting al cozy under him.

“Thank you for today, Babe,” he whispered with a yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Christopher,” you sighed contently. You were pretty sure you could stay like this forever.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Fantasy

Nosy and Posey

Summary: Steve knows you he’s walked with you once upon a dream.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, smut, swearing, trauma, depression, violence, graffiti, forced marriage, friends to lovers, fairy tale, Captain kink, unprotected sex. Tbh this is so long idk what else to add.

Words: 9.6K

(A/N: So. Reader is a stand in for Lillian who was mentioned in CATWS. This does go with Nosy and Posey, but it won’t be the last one and can be read as a stand-alone which is why it’s apart of my R&B & Brat Challenge. Since this is so long it’s kind of hard for me to edit. I’d say it’s been lightly proofread. I’m also crazy proud of this. So please be nice. This took me like a week to write. Please like, follow, comment, and reblog but most importantly enjoy 💜 ✌🏾)

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It’s funny. You never thought you’d see him again after what happened. Ya know. The whole thing in DC. Once all the secrets came out and you’d found out you’d been surrounded by literal Nazi’s every day for the past four years, you’d needed a change in scenery.

God it was awful. The chaos that happened. Sure, you’d always assumed that one day some kind of incident like this would happen. It was fucking Shield after all.

It’s just, it kinda fucked with your head. To know that they’d been able to hide themselves. Faking as your coworkers. There was even someone you’d thought to be a friend. It was fucking awful.

You hated talking about it. Sure, you’d talked to a therapist. It was cool. Helped a little. But if you weren’t careful thoughts of that day would consume your head.

Hell, you hadn’t even wanted to go back to law anymore, but your parents had gone on and on about all the money they’d spent on your degree. You hadn’t even wanted to do it in the first place. If it was up to you, you’d be in a cottage in the woods. Frolicking in meadows in cute dresses.

After an incident like that, you needed some time off anyway. Like a very, very extended vacation. With this world, though, it could really happen anywhere.

Anyway, you took some time off. Especially since Shield technically didn’t exist anymore. Which sucked because you were never going to find a place that let you have a lip piercing in again. While part of the legal team. Fury surprisingly didn’t give a shit.

So, you went to the beach a lot. Relaxed. Tried out some new hobbies. Anything to take your mind off of whatever. You just wanted to find something new.

While you’d always particularly loved art, you never really tried it out yourself. Then you picked up a can of spray paint and it just clicked.

Was it legal? Hell no. Was it a thrill. Ugh God yes. Just the way it felt every time you heard that hiss of air. It felt so good. Who cared if it wasn’t legal?

Tonight, you’d lit a joint and got to work. It was super dangerous. You really shouldn’t have been there alone. Like you did some self-defense shit as just in case something else were to ever happen, but the danger was also kind of part of the fun.

Not to mention it was bad enough that you’d been late because your friends kept stalling you even though you kept telling them you had to go. You didn’t even get to change. Just went home to grab your bag and weed. Didn’t even get to fucking change. It was hard enough doing this in comfortable clothes, but in heels and a dress! Extra annoying. Oh well at least you’d looked cute.

You didn’t wanna step on any toes, but it was bound to happen. You needed to keep your guard up. Except they caught you at the right fucking time. As you were stepping back to check everything out.

One of them grabbed you. Fucking pussies. Like why did it take five of them to restrain you. Two would have worked. It’s not like you were that tall.

And one of them fucked up your fucking manicure! You’d just gotten it done yesterday and it was hella cute. You’d even gotten these little glittery rose gold stars on the tips of your lavender acrylics. Like holy fuck breaking a fresh nail hurts.

After being struck the first time, you were about to close your eyes as you anticipated the second. Except it never came. Instead, you almost fell on your ass as your assailant got his shit rocked. Spitting blood as he fell onto the ground. You were pretty sure you saw teeth. It was awful.

Then you closed your eyes and crinkled your nose. Honestly it was making you feel a little sick. So, your eyes snapped up after you watched him lying on the ground. Just like knocked the fuck out.

Before you realized that most of them had followed suit. Maybe you were in shock. You know you did just get punched by some dude. That was bound to lead to a concussion. Who knows the sudden rush of adrenaline could have been fucking with your head? Plus, all the weed. What if those commercials from the 90’s were right?

So, either this was your brain on drugs. Or a fucking bearded, long-haired Captain America was beating the shit out of five guys for you. He looked like he’d just been out for a jog or something. Guess when you have advanced everything you picked up on danger.

You knew the risks when you’d decided to move to New York. Especially after that whole thing. It was inevitable. Yet you decided to take your chances.

You loved living in the city. How alive it always felt. The slow pace wasn’t for you. So, despite the insanity you did it. Got a job at this new firm. It was totally boring. So, you balanced it out with this.

Not that you totally hated what you do, but look at Shield there were all these hot guys around! So much eye candy. Stupid fucking Rumlow. Stupid fake nice guy act. Made your skin crawl thinking about it now.

Being a lawyer while also doing things that will apparently get you punched is not a good thing. You could definitely lose everything. Not to mention what your parents would say.

So really him stepping in saved your ass. Captain America was a very reliable alibi. Finally, he stopped then came to check on you. “Y/N? What the fuck?”

He wasn’t even breaking a fucking sweat. It felt so wrong to brag about being able to take a punch. Holy shit you heard Captain America swear!

You gasped; hand covered your mouth. Taking a step back.

“What?” He asked, brows furrowing with concern. 

“You swore!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed before chuckling. “Am I not supposed to?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. I didn’t think you could! Like maybe you were allergic.”

Steve tilted his head back as he laughed. Like it was a causal thing to do while a guy was passed out beside you. He’s fought aliens though so this probably wasn’t even top ten craziest.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” He asked, taking a look back.

Your eyes widened because the contents of your bag had been strewn about. Or destroyed. What a bummer. Also, because Steve Rogers was looking at your work.

“It wasn’t me!” You quickly said.

“Well, it’s really good,” he said, looking back at it with a small smile.

You bit your lip and narrowed your eyes. “Are you gonna report me?” You whispered.

How gaze snapped back to you. Blue eyes on you. Once again how brows furrowing. “Why would I report you?” He asked.

“Aren’t you like,” you shrugged, “like the police or something?” You’d lowered your voice like it was a secret.

Steve visibly cringed. Face twitching in disgust as soon as the word left your mouth. “No! I help you and you compare me to the police?”

Your jaw dropped. Then you pursed your lips. It was like you were unsure of how you should feel. Then you snorted out a laugh. “Okay yeah fair enough. Well, thank you.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re welcome.” Then he looked back at your painting. “Damn. I can’t believe you really did this.”

Then you perked up. “Yeah. Sucks I can’t finish it.” You pouted, tilting your head to the side. It really was perfect though. You used a lot of pink in your work. Just liked the way it made everything pop. You also really had an eye for blues.

“I’d tell you I’d keep watch, but we better go before they wake up,” he said, turning around to look at it.

“Kay,” you answered. “Ugh I gotta grab my shit.” Yeah, whatever you tagged a building. Didn’t mean you littered.

After everything had been cleaned up the two of you were finally walking away. Maybe you could come back later. Like way later.

There was this feeling in the pit of your stomach. You’d had to come up with an excuse on why you had a black eye on Monday. Like yeah dolling yourself up was one thing. You weren’t sure your makeup skills were equipped for this. Maybe you could work from home for a few days.

Steve helped of course. And like the gentleman that he is, offered to carry your bag and to walk you home. Who were you to turn down being escorted home by your knight in sweatpants?

It’s funny. Since everything happened, you’d always wondered what you’d say to him. Back then you had this cutesy little crush. Who wouldn’t? Especially seeing him in that stealth suit. It was almost like it’d been designed just to ruin your life.

So, while at first you were practically drooling you ended up not sure how to feel. Sure, he was a very pretty face. And you were happy that the world knew the truth now. Really. It was better this way.

You just didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t exactly go fuck you, Steve Rogers, for ruining the one place that allowed visible piercings. It also felt weird to say thank you for destroying Hydra for good. Neither worked.

Instead, you said nothing. Maybe you were still too stunned. Your face had even started to throb. “How’s your eye?” He asked, hearing the little whimper you made under your breath.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m gonna have to come up with one heck of an excuse though.” You rolled your eyes.

He smiled at you sympathetically and sighed. “True. Can’t exactly let your very colorful secret out.”

“Exactly!” You exclaimed. “I’m not built for jail!”

He laughed and shook his head. “Then again who would have expected you to be built for graffiti.”

You found yourself smirking. “True. What can I say? That hiss of the can relaxes me.”

“I get it,” he replied. “That’s how I feel when I get a new notebook something about the fresh pages.”

You looked up at him. “I didn’t know you did art.”

“I was an art student back in the day. Before the war.”

You gasped. “No way! That’s awesome! Wow artist to military what a downgrade,” you joked.

“I’m just glad you didn’t say police again,” he teased back. “Ya know, I almost didn’t recognize you without your lip piercing.”

Goddamn it. See. You really missed that thing. It was cute. Kissing with it in was so much fun. Your dumb job. Couldn’t even get away with your nose being pierced. At least your tattoos were easily hidden. Your parents had looked like they were going to pass out when they saw the hoop in your lip, you couldn’t imagine what they’d say to the flowers on your side boob.

“Says the man going through his hipster phase.” You smirked.

He laughed. “Yeah. Decided to change it up. You like it?”

“In fact, I do. Gives you an edge.”

“Well, not to brag, but I did just fight five men at once.” He shrugged.

“Or as you like to call it, a normal Saturday night.”

He laughed. “More or less.”

“What were you doing over there anyway?” You asked. “Wasn’t expecting this to be your scene.

He shrugged. “Just going for a run. It’s been kind of suffocating at the compound lately. Nice to get out.”

“Avengers,” you teased, “they’re just like us.”

Steve laughed. “I mean when you have that many roommates you just need some time alone.”

“I get that yeah,” you replied, looking up at him.

“What about you? He asked.

“What about me?”

“What got you into graffiti of all fucking things. “God it was weird hearing him swear. Weirdly hot though. “And in a dress no less.”

You sighed. “Needed an outlet after all that Hydra shit. Needed something for myself. I dunno.”

That’s when he stopped for a minute, grabbing your hand. “Shit,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry if-“

“No. It’s better that everyone knows. I just wish that I’d known ya know. Before I went into work that morning.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you.” He sighed.

“You were busy saving the world. And, I’m in a dress because I had to rush over there.” You grinned and stopped him before he could go towards the entrance. Instead grabbing his hand to duck into the alley. “Sorry, but I have to take the fire escape.”

Steve frowned. “Why?”

“Because,” you answered with a shrug.

He sighed and shook his head, but just took your lead. “Well, alright. Fire escape it is.”

The two of you walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. It was a nice. Until you were the one to break it as he pulled down the ladder for you. “Thanks for walking me home,” you said once the two of you got to your window.

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you’re welcome. Make sure you get some ice on that eye, okay?”

“Will do, Cap,” you said.

“You know you can call me Steve, right?” He chuckled.

Your scrunched up your nose. “Are we on a first name basis yet?”

His head tilted to the side as he sighed trying to stop himself from laughing since obviously, he had to be quiet. Even if he didn’t know why. “Alright no more trouble out of you. Goodnight.”

“Night,” you whispered, finally stepping inside. Ugh he was still so hot. Like more hot. How the hell was he more hot now. Wasn’t it enough back then?

“Hey, wait!” His voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“Um,” he started. “So, I wouldn’t feel right, not getting your number-“

Your eyes widened. “Mr. America! What kind of girl do you think I am. Let a man walk me home once and he’s already asking for my number.”

His face went red as he held out his phone. “I just want you to be able to call me if something happens.”

“Sure, that’s what they all say,” you said. “Here.” You grabbed the device in his hands so you could add your contact. “Text me.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled. “Goodnight. Text me.”

“I will.”

Your stomach felt like there were butterflies going off. He really shouldn’t have had this effect on you. Not after everything.

You tip toed into the kitchen after a quick shower. Grabbing a bag of frozen peas to place over your eye. Steve Rogers still on your mind until you fell asleep. It was better than thinking about getting attacked.

Aside from the bag of peas you’d held up to your eye being a reminder, you didn’t even want to think about it. Instead, thoughts of his smile filled your head. Whatever it was okay. It was a good distraction. You used to let him distract you back then too.

God, you remember the puppy love. It was gross really. He’d walk in, especially in the stealth suit, and your mind would go blank. And that was back when his hair was short and his face was bare. The man was just too pretty for words.

Now with his blond hair all long, looking incredibly soft to the touch. Plus, that beard made him look like he’d went from ‘yes I’ll have her home by curfew’ to ‘hey your daughter calls me daddy’ too and damn right you absolutely fucking would.

“Y/N!” You could hear one of your roommates call you from the other side of the door.

You groaned and sat up. Then crinkled your nose as you saw the bag of how unfrozen peas on your pillow. That’s when the events or last night practically smacked you in the face. You gasped as you touched your eye. “Hold on!” You called back.

Well, it didn’t hurt. Everything feeling completely normal. Then as you got up to look in the mirror there was literally nothing there.

“What the fuck,” you said under your breath as you kept pressing your hand into the spot.

“Are you okay?” Lo asked from outside, reminding you that she was still there.

“Yeah. Just… yeah!” You sighed. Okay you had nothing to worry about there was nothing on your face. Everything’s good. Maybe being next to Steve Rogers maybe the serum rub off on you a little. Gave you healing powers. “Morning,” you greeted her as you’d plastered a smile on your face.

“Hi.” She grinned. “Everything okay?”

You nodded and sighed. “Yeah. Totally fine. What’s up?”

“Was everything okay last night? You left so early.”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied, clearing your throat. “Just got a phone call from a client. Had to take care of it.”

“Oh…” she replied. “Well, we’re going out for brunch. You wanna come?” She asked.

You nodded, still touching your eye. “Um, yeah. Isn’t the point of brunch to do it in the afternoon?” You joked.

Poppy laughed and furrowed her eyebrows. “Not all of us sleep in until eleven,” she teased.

“Still not afternoon!” You replied in a sing song voice turning around. “Yeah, just let me get ready.”

“Of course,” she said.

Now your friends all knew you were into art. Not that it was really their thing, but you’d been friends for so long you’d all done things that maybe all of you wouldn’t be into. It’s just that knowing them and your parents someone would have definitely freaked out on you. It was just easier to keep it to yourself. Besides, you like the anonymity.

You got all dolled up. Still trying to figure out how you didn’t have a black eye as you did your makeup. Whatever you just needed a mimosa. Champagne would make you not think about the insanity of last night.

Lucky you were going to this place that had the yummiest strawberry mimosa’s. Faune and Nadia were doing that thing they do where they bickered the entire way in the town car.

You’d been trying to wrap your head around what happened last night. That maybe you should stop painting awhile. Didn’t need to draw any more attention to yourself. Sure, your eye was fine, but you may not be so lucky next time. What if you broke a na-

Wait. You did break a nail. What the hell. Except when you checked again there was nothing out of place. The rose gold stars were still on the end of the tip.

Okay so maybe you dreamed it all. Maybe you didn’t even really see Steve Rogers. Who knows? Your brain on drugs and all that jazz. Except he’d been texting you all morning so that couldn’t be it.

“Whose this?” You whispered to Summer seeing some dude at the table you were being escorted to.

“That’s Donovan and Caspian. You were supp- ow,” she didn’t get to finish as she groaned, making you snap your gaze to her to see her rubbing her side.

“Would have met them last night if you hadn’t run off,” Faune finished explaining. “They asked us out to brunch.”

“Think of it like a triple date!” Lo said, looking back at Summer and Faune who were glaring at each other. Despite all the arguing they really did love each other. For the most part.

You sighed and puffed out your cheeks. Not what you’d agreed to, but alright. Worst things have happened. “Wait am I supposed to be talking with Donovan? Or the other one.”

“No, he’s mine. Caspian is yours.”

He was nice you guess. Cute. Steve Rogers cute? No. Don’t be silly. That’s not even possible.

Steve Rogers was literal perfection. He’d saved your life last night. Granted it was kind of his job to save people, but he didn’t have to walk you home. Or carry your bag. Or even walk you up the fire escape. He was just a sweet guy.

He’d always been a sweet guy. Even back then. You wish you’d talked to him more back then. Just to pick his brain.

“Y/N,” Summer raised her hand in front of your face, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You smiled politely as you turned your attention to her. “Yes?”

“You, okay?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m wonderful,” you answered then looked over at Caspian who had his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. When did he even get this close to you?

Your mind still kept wandering off. Always back to him. Like he was all you could see. Or all you could feel. All of you suddenly feeling consumed by him.

Brunch passed by in a blur. Caspian was sorta whatever, not bad looking, but he just wasn’t your type. He wanted to talk about work and you can’t remember what he did, but it wasn’t being an Avenger. Sure, you’d be in danger all the time, but that’s the kind of excitement you could live with.

“We should do this again sometimes,” he said as they’d walked you out.

You raised an eyebrow, but what the hell were you supposed to say. “She’d love to,” Faune blurted out.

Those were the words that rang in your head every time you saw him now. Caspian had gone from total stranger to always being around. Mostly going on these triple dates that you never seemed to be the one to arrange. Or ask for.

Lately it felt like getting alone time was scarce. Whether it be your roommates or him. It was so weird. You needed to get the hell away for a minute. Just to have some time to yourself. It honestly felt so suffocating to put it lightly.

Since that night you’d been kind of apprehensive about going painting by yourself. Sure, you’d healed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Maybe that’s why. You hadn’t been about to put your irritation into something. It left you feeling drained.

At least Steve had been a man of his word. Checking in with you all the time. Sometimes just to chat. Ask how you were doing. At some point you got into sending memes. Which led to selfies. Then talking on the phone which led to the two of you talking about hanging out. You hadn’t yet but you wanted to so bad. It just felt like you never had time to yourself.

Tonight, you got all cute and dressed up to go out. You’d told Steve that you were bored so he invited you to meet him at some gallery. Which was kind of perfect.

As much as you hated to about it and as cliché as it was, you could tell you were falling for him. He was just so nice to talk to. It all felt so easy with him. Your toys had also seen a lot of action since your crush had been resurrected. You’d had to stop yourself from going on and on about him to your friends. For one they wouldn’t believe you. Two, they were pushing so hard for Caspian you didn’t know if you should.

Not that you didn’t love your roommates. You’d been friends with them your entire life. They’d been there for like ever. From elementary school to law school to DC and now. Yet lately you started to feel off. Like you were being micromanaged. You just wanted to feel like you.

If it wasn’t one thing it was another. Now with Caspian it was like being home was a drag. He was just always there. Now there was this charity or something coming up and everyone was fretting on what you were going to wear as Faune swore up and down that she could definitely make you a dress. You don’t know why when you could have just bought something like you normally would have.

You hadn’t been to a gallery in forever. It should be fun. Plus, all the champagne you could drink. Sounded really good to you.

You hadn’t seen Steve yet, but that was okay because it was easy getting lost in all the beautiful work. You stood in awe as you took in a painting in front of you. All the little details brought a smile on your face. Whoever made these must have put a lot into them. They were all so beautiful.

Than as you sipped from your champagne you almost choked as you saw yourself in one. You put your hand on your chest as you coughed. Taking in well you being on the wall. Not that it wasn’t beautiful, but Jesus.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice rang out to you, lightly smacking you on the back. “Are you okay?”

You turned to face him, still clearing your throat. “Captain,” you coughed out, “hey? Why is there a picture of me?”

“Uh,” he groaned then looked at the picture that made you have such a reaction. “This is my work.”

“You told me you drew! You didn’t tell me you had an entire gallery!”

A smile grew on his face as he chuckled. “Well, yeah. You’d already called me a hipster. I couldn’t let you think I was being pretentious.”

“I mean, I guess!” You gasped finally catching your breath. Then turned back to the one of you. You still cleared your throat. “It’s beautiful,” you said.

“This one isn’t for sale,” he said. “Just for show.”

“Yeah, but why?” You asked looking up at him, finally getting the chance to take him in. His blond hair was falling into his eyes. Making him look extra soft. Then his button-down shirt looked like it was one wrong move from busting at the seams because he was so muscular. You don’t know who was picking out these too small shirts for him, but you might have to write them a thank you note because he looked beautiful.

He shrugged. “Because…” he started getting this smile on his face and then stopped. “I don’t know.”

You looked around at everything. “I can’t believe you did all of this.”

“Yeah, well I needed something to keep my mind occupied so I picked it back up.” He shrugged. “Like it?”

“Yeah. I might even buy something who knows.”

He scoffed. “Your money’s no good here,” he said.

“What? Don’t be silly!”

Steve laughed, but then stopped as he saw Bucky walking up to the two of you. “Hey, Buck,” he said.

“Hey, Man, you still coming with us to dinner?” James Barnes asked with a girl with box braids tucked under his arm.

There was something so weirdly familiar about her, but you couldn’t place why. It was like there was this glow around her.

You broke your gaze away from her as you looked up at Steve again with a smile. “Nah, I think I’m gonna hang with Y/N,” he said.

“Is this…?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, Y/N. She used to work for Shield,” he briefly explained. “Y/N,” this is Bucky and his girlfriend,” Steve rattled off her name as he finished introducing you to the couple.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she said.

“You, too,” you replied. “Love your shoes.”

“Thanks!” She chirped. Her voice coming out almost like a purr. “Your dress is so cute.”

Bucky smiled between the both of you and then at Steve. “You sure you don’t wanna join us, Y/N?” He asked.

You looked at Steve who spoke first. “Actually,” he started, “I was planning on showing her around. If that’s okay?” He asked you to which you nodded.

His friend smirked. “Well, alright. I promise I won’t tell anyone. You know how nosy they can be.” The three of them chuckled before finally saying their goodbyes. Bucky shook his head before kissing his girl’s forehead. “See ya later, Punk. And it was nice meeting you,” he finished as the two of them started walking away.

“What was that all about?” You asked.

Steve took a deep breath before puffing out his cheeks. “It’s a very, very long story. I’ll tell you about it later.”

You could probably listen to him talk for hours. About anything and everything. Especially about this. It was the way his eyes lit up as he explained each piece. Or how you understood him exactly.

It was the way he always seemed to need to always be touching you. Whether it was having his hand in yours or the way it went to the small of your back. Something about him made you feel so safe. Aside from him being Captain America obviously. For some reason everything felt just right.

“You hungry?” He asked once you finished everything.

“I could eat,” you replied. “What do you have in mind?”

“There’s this great spot I know,” he said. “Hope you like Italian.”

“You’re lucky I’m legally not allowed to turn down pasta,” you said.

He grinned as he took your hand again. “Oh, since when did you care about breaking the law.”

You giggled. “Excuse me, Sir, I am a very serious lawyer. I went to Harvard!”

“Really? And this is your first time bringing it up? Must be a record.”

Your jaw dropped and you smacked his arm. “Oh, look at you, Captain, all snarky and shit. You really are a part of the twenty-first century.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist. “What can I say? You whippersnappers keep me young.”

You weren’t sure if this was supposed to feel like a date, but goddamn did it feel like one. Not even a first. More like you’d done this a million times before. There was something so natural. Being with him felt right.

“So, Captain, why me?” You asked as the two of you had decided to go for a walk around the park after. Dinner had been great, but you’d had a little bit too much wine. Yet you still didn’t wanna go home.

“Why you for what?” He asked, running a hand through his long hair.

“The picture. Dinner. Holding my hand,” you went on. “Why me?”

He smiled. “I dunno. It’s kinda funny, Natasha had actually told me to ask you out before.”

That made you stop in your tracks before looking up at him. “What?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You frowned and then opened your mouth before closing it again.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle when he realized you’d stopped.

“You can’t just say that without explaining!”

Steve sighed before tsk’ing. “I mean it was like right before like right before I took down Shield. I never saw you again.”

You laughed. “Wow what a weird time to bring that up then.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Why did he have to look at you like that? His gaze always so soft and romantic. Nothing was even happening and your stomach was fluttering.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah, that kinda makes sense. What’d you tell her?”

“That I wasn’t ready for that.”

“Yeah, makes sense. Did you want to though?” You asked smiling up at him.

He shrugged then took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I’m not good at talking to women.” He chuckled. “I mean I’m better now, but I asked my neighbor to go for coffee and even sucked at that, so...” then he bit his lip and smiled. “I did think you were cute, though.”

“Really?” Ugh your face was feeling all warm.

“Yeah, but to be honest you kind of intimidated me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What? Me?”

“Yeah you.” He chuckled. “I’d just gotten off the ice and everyone’s walking around with piercings and tattoos. It took some time getting used to.”

“Or maybe I was just too much woman for you, Cap,” you said.

“Very, very true.” He smiled. “I still don’t know if I can handle you, but I’m willing to try.”

“Wait,” you asked raising an eyebrow. “Is this a date?”

“Do you want it to be a date?” That’s when he got all close to you putting his finger under your chin.

“Kinda.”

He smiled and then leaned in towards yours lips. “Then it’s a date.” He whispered before pressing the softest kiss to your lips. Ugh you were swooning.

Your head felt all light. Like you were floating away on a cloud. He smiled against you before doing it again. This time you put your hands against his strong shoulders. You couldn’t believe you were kissing fucking Captain America.

He pulled you close as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Fuck you’d been waiting for this since you’d start talking. It felt like there were fireworks going off all around you.

When Steve pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours then kissed your nose. “Been waiting too long for that,” he whispered.

“It’s been a month,” you said with a giggle.

“I’m counting back then.” He chuckled.

“Okay. I’ll give you that,” you replied.

He chuckled and kept his arms around you. You pressed your face into his chest relaxing as you listened to his heart beat. “You know what we should do?” He asked, looking down at you with a sneaky smile.

You giggled some more as he lifted you up so you could put on the finishing touches. You hadn’t meant to go out painting while in a dress again, but there was something so fun about it. He’d even been the one to buy all the paint. Getting you the really nice kind.

“Don’t drop me!” You squealed.

“I’m not gonna drop you,” he replied with a laugh. “I got you, Babe.”

“Ohhh, Cap, you better watch out with that Babe shit. You’ll spoil me.” You giggled.

“That’s the idea,” he replied with a laugh.

You never thought you’d ever be doing this with him, but he was a lot of help. Even though it was his first time, he was doing so good. You’d never dated another artist before. Since you always had to keep up appearances.

This felt like the first time you were actually doing something the way you wanted. Not like your parents could turn their noses up at you dating Steve Rogers of all people.

“So, what’d you think?” He asked as he set you down. It’d been bugging you so much that you hadn’t gotten the chance to finish it.

You took a step back so you could admire your handy work. “It’s beautiful,” you squealed before grabbing onto his forearm.

He smiled softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. “It is,” he replied.

You sighed contently then craned your neck up so you could look up at him. “You really think so?”

“Mhmm.” Then he kissed you again

You turned around so you could hug him again. “Thanks so much for this, Steve.”

He put his hands on your shoulder to pull you back away from him. “Excuse me? What’d you just call me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. Don’t get a big head about it.”

His jaw dropped before coming to start tickle you. “You’re such a little brat.”

It wasn’t like he gave a shit as you tried pushing his hands away. “Ste-“ you couldn’t finish as you started giggling.

It went on for a little bit longer before he finally stopped. Grabbing your hands. You didn’t even get the chance to catch your breath when he kissed you again. Harder this time.

“Shit,” he said abruptly pulling away. “Is this okay?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Solider,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he replied as he dipped your down as he started kissing you again. Maybe making out with someone from the 40’s was really the move. It was like the romance came naturally.

Or maybe it was just him. He was making you feel like your heart was swelling up with emotion. You weren’t sure how one person could affect you like this. Sure, you’d had a crush back then, but right now there was this blissful fog that had enveloped you. Like the two of you had reached nirvana. And he hadn’t even made you orgasm yet.

“Wanna get out of here?” He pulled away to ask and all you could do was nod because it felt like he’d taken your breath away.

As soon as you made it to his Brooklyn apartment, he picked you up so your legs were wrapped around him. Fuck you could stay like this forever.

He took you to the couch to make out some more. You straddled his lap and he kept his arms wrapped around you snuggly like he was afraid you weren’t close enough. His large hands caressing your back.

You started to unbutton his shirt. Wanting to finally fucking see his abs. You could already feel his cock bulging against his thigh. You needed it so bad. “We don’t have to do anything you-“ he’d pulled away to say only for you to put your finger against his lips.

“I want to,” you replied.

He grabbed your hand as a smile spread across his face. “I don’t have any condoms.”

You frowned and then perked up. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control!”

Steve chuckled before kissing the side of your head. “You sure?”

You nodded, resting your head against his shoulders. “I’m sure. I trust you.”

He first kissed your nose and then your lips. Fuck you could really get used to how kissy he is. It was making your heart flutter.

With that you finished undoing his shirt and he helped you to pulled it off of his. You looked down at his stomach and chest which were lightly dusted with body hair.

Eyes filled with lust you smushed your lips to his. Only breaking apart when you pulled your dress off. You didn’t even see where he threw your bra followed by your panties as he picked you up so he could carry you to his bed.

You kneeled in front of him on the bed as he undid his pants before pulling them down. The noise of his belt buckle being undone making your nipples hard. Then you gasped as his hard cock popped into view. Not that you were surprised that his dick was so big and perfect, but damn it was so big and perfect.

You started kissing again and wrapped your arms around his neck. He sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, moaning when he grabbed your ass then lifted you up so he could sink you down his length.

He groaned as you let out a gasp. He was way too thick at this angle, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to stop. “Fuck!” You cried. “Captain!”

Steve chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Helping you grind into him. “Yeah, Baby,” he groaned. “That’s why you kept calling me Captain, huh? Wanted to call me that you while I fuck you.”

You nodded looking into his eyes. “Yes.” Your stomach tightened as you rode him. He was too much. Was making you feel too full. His lips were back on yours as you tangled one of your hands in his hair. “Oh my god!” You moaned, breaking apart as you finally started to cum.

His cock wasn’t even leaving you. Just staying right there as you were riding. Steve smacked your ass again. “Wanna make you not even want to look at another man after this,” he said into your ear.

“I won’t!” You promised. “It’s yours!”

He grabbed your hair pulling your head back so he could get access to your nipples. “That’s right. Don’t you fucking forget it.”

Sudden movement made you gasp as he picked you up so he could finally lay you on your back. Getting on top of you and caging you in. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist. Toes going en pointe from the way he was hitting your spot.

You let out these little squeaks. Your face feeling all fuzzy from the way he was hitting the bundle of nerves. Your mind going blank. You weren’t sure if you were wanted to be anywhere except on the end of his dick ever again.

“That’s it. Make all the noise you want. This place he soundproof.”

Oh, fuck yes.

Then he had the fucking nerve to wrap a hand around your neck. He wanted to kiss you again, but your mouth was open as you moaned. “You’re gonna mak- you’re- Steve!” You cried as your pussy tried to push his cock out, but it was so thick it just kept going in the same spot. “Fuck!” You shuddered as you gushed around him.

Your eyes closed, but it didn’t even stop him as he pushed your leg up. “Good fuckin’ pussy,” he hissed as he started going a little harder. “Could fuck you forever. So, fucking tight.” He gripped the comforter for leverage.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Right there!”

“Here?” He asked with a curl in his lip.

You nodded as these loud breathy noisy started coming from your lips. “Yes! Fuck! Yes,” you were crying.

He groaned. Thrusts getting a little sloppy. “Where you want me to cum, Sweetheart? I didn’t put on a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” you managed to say.

“Oh yeah? Want me to cum in you. I’ll cum in you.” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He’d gladly fill you up with his hot cum. With that your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he did what he did it. Thrusting it’s into your until ever drop bad spurted out of him.

Your chest heaved as you laid there in recovery. Body trembling. Steve finally rolled off of you so he could pull you into his arms. Kissing your neck and then your cheek softly.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he whispered.

“I have to use the bathroom,” you mumbled unsure if you could even move.

“Alright, Baby. I’ll show you where it is.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror taking a deep breath. There was this glow to your skin even as you started to wipe away your makeup which had ran down your face. Ugh you didn’t even know what time it was.

You should be heading home, but you wanted to lay in Steve’s arms for a little longer. What difference does an hour make. You went back to him where he was finishing putting fresh sheets on the bed. “Hey,” he said with a smile.

“Hey. Need some help?” You asked wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“It’s okay. You go lay down.”

You nodded and yawned before climbing on. The comforter fluttering on top of you. When he got in beside you, he once again pulled you to him. And was also once again kissing you all over your face. How the hell were you supposed to leave. 

“I should probably head home soon,” you said with a yawn.

“What?” He tsk’d. “I’m not letting you go home at this time of night.”

“Just walk me home,” you said already feeling like you were barely hanging on.

“Just stay until morning, Honey. I wanna hold you.”

You half smiled, fighting sleep. “I know, but what if they see I’m not home? I have to go up the fire escape.”

“But, why?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I dunno. It’s just my parents have always been weird about me being home on time or at least not alone.”

“You’re not alone. You’re with me. You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“I know,” you said, your heart feeling all fluttery

“Get some sleep, Babe,” he whispered after seeing you yawn for the millionth time. You tucked yourself into his arms and with that you were out like a light.

As hard as it was tearing yourself away from him, you had to at some point. As much as Steve protested and prolonged it you always somehow managed to peel away from him. Except now it was kind of on your head.

Since forever you’ve pushed back on what everyone wanted you to be whether it was actually going to school to get your law degree. Despite your parents insisting that you didn’t even need to work you liked the freedom. Not that being a lawyer should equal freedom, but your parents couldn’t exactly say no to Harvard.

Sometimes you died your hair crazy colors. Or you’d get a piercing or another tattoo. Just to feel an ounce of control. As your relationship with Steve went on for five months, you’d done a pretty good job at keeping him out of your normal life. It was like you were two separate Y/N’s. One stuck in this endless cycle and one that was utterly completely and totally fucking in love. You didn’t wanna care anymore about old rules.

There was something so magical about being his girl. Even if he had to tear himself away from you sometimes so he could go fight crime or do whatever else. As cheesy as it was, he was your person. When were you going to find another man of his stature that was willing to be look out and help out with those hard-to-reach spots when you painted. Or that liked to draw you in your post-sex glow.

On the day of the event your roommates had been running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Finishing up your dress and whatever that had somehow made it out of the disaster there it was like yesterday. You don’t know what Faune did, but it really was a work of art. You also think she may have made a blue one but you don’t know where she’d put it.

You knew the day of probably wasn’t the best day to discuss this, but you’d already asked for a plus one so why not. Steve was your boyfriend. You wanted to be with him.

“I have a date,” you blurted out. Wow way to be subtle.

“Um, yeah. Caspian,” Faune said with a laugh.

You raised an eyebrow. You hadn’t paid attention to him in so long. Sure you still sometimes hung out with the five of them but you didn’t even sit by him anymore. With the way Steve was fucking you, you literally felt like you couldn’t even pay attention to another man. Especially Caspian. All he wanted to talk about was some podcast and how loaded his family was. How the fuck were they expecting you to care.

“No.” You sighed. Moment of truth. “I’ve been seeing this guy.” Boom. There ya go. You finally said it. You. Were. Seeing. Someone. It was now out in and open.

Lo dropped the mug she was holding while Summer dropped her jaw. Faune had her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. “Y/N…” Lo started.

“You can’t,” Summer immediately interrupted.

You laughed until you realized she wasn’t. That none of them were. “What? Don’t be silly. He’d a great guy.”

Faune’s lips were purse before sighing. “Maybe it’s time we told you the truth.”

“Told me the truth about what?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. There was this ball in the pit of your stomach now.

“Caspian is-“ Lo started again.

“You’re betrothed to marry him!” Once again Summer cut her off.

You started laughing which tapered off when you realized they weren’t. “What? That’s… that’s crazy.”

Faune closed her eyes. “I know, but your parents wanted you to meet him in a more organic way. To see if you’d like him.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you said standing up. “How long have you known!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know, Y/N,” she replied. “But we’re doing it to protect you.”

No fucking wonder Steve asked so many questions. On things you’d never questioned before. You don’t know why either. Just that you hadn’t.

“We’re sorry,” Lo said. “It’s just there’s a lot to the story.”

“Then I’m not going.”

“Your parents will be there,” she replied. “They’re expecting us to escort you.”

“This isn’t a charity ball,” Summer replied. “This is your engagement party.”

“What with a live engagement!”

“We would have done it sooner but you kept stalling. First it was law school then what happened in DC, it was going to happen someday,” she answered. “Hell, we can’t believe we’ve managed to keep you safe for this long.”

“I get what happened in DC was bad, but-“

“It’s not that.” Faune cut you off. “There’s so much we haven’t told you.”

It felt like you were in a fever dream. The longer the explanation went on. Sure, with the Avengers being around you’d already realized that anything was possible. Hell, an entire race of gods had to seek refuge on earth after their planet was destroyed it’s really not that farfetched for crazy shit like this to happen.

Yet in still. You can’t just drop a bomb on a girl about her being a princess. About some dark fairy cursing you to sleep. Or that it made sense on why you got attacked that day. If Steve hadn’t been there to save you…

Exactly it was Steve. Not Caspian who only talked about some dude’s lame podcast. As if he’d actually put in the work to save you that night. Would he have been able to easily take on five men at once for you. Doubt it.

Now you were in your gown on the way to the event. Faune and Summer still arguing whether it should be pink or blue and changing it to irritate each other. Lo sitting back watching the mayhem.

You were sick to your stomach. Suddenly feeling like you were moving on autopilot as the three of them tried to reassure you. Saying everything would be okay as if you believed them. As if they hadn’t already fucked with your trust.

And you were supposed to go on like everything was normal. Your parents kissing you on the cheek as they greeted you. “We need to talk,” you blurted out to them.

They look between each other. “Not now, Dear,” your mother said with a fake smile as cameras snapped photos of your family from all directions.

“It’s important,” you replied.

“You heard your mother,” your dad said, “wait until after.”

“I’m not marrying him!” Ah fuck you didn’t mean to explode like that.

As all eyes went to you, Faune grabbed your arm. “Sorry, your highness. We’ll take care of her.”

They pulled you away. Passed all the people curtsying and asking for pictures. It was hard enough to walk in these shoes, but this dress wasn’t exactly making it any easier.

“Stop!” You protested as they pushed you into a room.

“Are you crazy?” Summer asked. “You can’t talk about it in front of all those people!”

“But they could spring an engagement on me in front of all those people?” You argued. Had they been expecting you to not say anything back? Did they even know you at this point?

Finally, as your mother came into the room you wanted to puke. “Are you crazy?”

“I’m not doing it!”

“You have delayed this long enough,” she said. “I will not have you messing things up. What’s gotten into you!”

“I have a boyfriend and I’m not leaving him for Caspian!”

“What the hell is going on?” Your father finally poked his head through.

“Me finding out you’ve all been lying to me.”

Your parents rolled their eyes. “We did what we had to protect you,” your mother replied in a tone you could only describe as irritated. “The least you could do is finish the story like a good little girl.”

You took a step back. Suddenly feeling a lump in your throat and a knot forming in your stomach. “What?”

“Your mother means that you have to go through with the engagement,” your father interjected trying to explain it away.

You shook your head as your breathing went shallow. Suddenly everything making sense. The fancy life. The extreme protection. And Steve wasn’t supposed to be a part of it.

“You sit in here until we call you,” your father said, ushering the four women away. You had no choice. You had to go through with this.

Or did you?

You’d already ventured off course. Might as well break the whole fucking thing.

Considering they hadn’t taken your phone and it’s not like they knew about your boyfriend being a super solider. The same boyfriend that’s left missed call after missed call and multiple texts asking if you were okay. You had to get the hell out of here.

It was kind of hard being sneaky in this big ass dress. It’s not like everyone wasn’t on the lookout for you. Everyone had to have known by now what was going on. That didn’t stop you from trying though. As far as you knew, everyone was the enemy.

You called him as soon as you were outside and trying to hail a taxi. “Hey, Baby,” he greeted you. “Is everything okay? I went to your place, but the doorman said you’d already left.”

“Can you meet me there? I’m gonna go up the fire escape but I’m scared.”

“What happened?”

As you got into the car you almost relaxed. Not being able to help yourself as you started crying. “I dunno. It’s so weird. Can I stay with you for a little? I don’t know what else to do.”

“Did you and your roommates get into a fight?” He asked.

“Sort of. I’ll just tell you when I see you,” you replied with a sniffle not being able to hold it in anymore.

“Okay. I’m on my way,” he said.

He wasn’t there by the time you got back. God everything was so much harder in this poufy ass dress. Like yeah you looked amazing, but at what cost.

You were crying so much you decided to sit at your vanity and take a breather for a moment. Needing to relax a little. This whole thing was so confusing it was making you sick again.

As you tried to calm down, you looked in the mirror. The eyes in your reflection suddenly going blank. A sick laughter suddenly filling the silence.

As much as you screamed at yourself not to as you stood up, but it was almost like you couldn’t help it. “And on the day that I see her again, she burn her finger over the black candle.” Echoing again and again and again as your closet door turned into a bright white light.

You didn’t even register Steve coming in with his shield. Or him calling your name as you walked inside. It didn’t matter as your mind had already went blank.

The black candle in the center of the room with an angry blue flame. Calling your name. Begging for your attention. You couldn’t even stop yourself as you waved your hand over it.

And with that, the world went black.

➽──────────────────────❥

He hated seeing you like this. He’d barely left your side since he’d brought you in. Seeing you lifeless and hooked up to all these machines was making him feel a sense of powerlessness he hadn’t felt since the 40’s. Except this was different because instead of it being himself it was the woman he’d been falling for.

The good news is that you were alive at. Even if they weren’t letting him wake you up. It’s funny. Steve had been the one to reject this entire idea and had to be the one to end up on the worst side of it. Couldn’t even make sure you were comfortable because they hadn’t been able to cut through your gown.

“When we said you could do this why couldn’t you pick a side character or something!” Thor groaned. “Like Tony and Sam!”

“I didn’t know,” he said for the millionth time. “Besides what about Natasha!”

Natasha’s jaw dropped. “What about Natasha! I waited for Ivan and Karina to finish their story and then I swooped in to make their lives better. We are not the same, Rogers!”

Steve looked at the red head with narrowed eyes before sighing. “I’m just gonna kiss her.”

“You can’t yet,” Bucky’s girl replied. “You have to finish out her story.”

“Okay. I’ll do anything,” he said. How hard could it be. He was fucking Captain America.

Bucky sighed. “Okay so what comes next?”

“So, we have a problem,” Sam said in a sing song voice before anyone in could answer, poking his head into the room with Tony at his side.

“There may,” Tony started, “or may not be a fire breathing dragon outside. Either way I think you’re supposed to be the one to slay it, Cap.”

“No pressure,” Sam replied. “If it makes you feel better, this is all Bucky’s fault.”

“I will break Redwing again,” Bucky threatened.

“Do it.” He challenged him with a glare.

Steve groaned and stood up from your bedside before placing a kiss on your forehead. He grabbed his shield and watched Thor’s jaw drop as he picked up the God’s hammer.

The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could kiss you. You weren’t a part of a story. This was a fucking nightmare and he was going to be the one to wake you up.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

AFBH Brat & R&B Challenge Masterlist 💗💗

Chris Evans

Don’t Mess With My... by @afriendlyblackhottie

Me & U by @afriendlyblackhottie

Can I Come Over? by @olyvoyl

Mr. Evans (Throwback) by @ramp-it-up

Steve Rogers

Fantasy by @afriendlyblackhottie

You Make Me Wanna… by @princessphilly

Feenin’ by @princessphilly 

Creep by @boxofbonesfic

Into You by @onyxnoirfantasy

Ransom Drysdale

Cupid by @queenoftheworldisdead

Pony by @chuckbass-love

Ari Levinson

Fallen by @afriendlyblackhottie

Poison by @the-iceni-bitch

Let Me Love You by @falconssweetgirl

Johnny Storm

Lovers and Friends by @blackmissfrizzle

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Now that I’m at 2K and my birthday is here (April 27), I thought I’d celebrate with my very own challenge!!! The theme is:

💖 Brat 💖

💗Masterlist💗

Tbh this can mean whatever you want it to mean. I just think it’s cute. Just trying to keep it fun, ya know. Don’t worry about reader not being bratty enough. Do whatever feels right.

But, you do have to choose a 90’s or 00’s R&B song to go with your story. Below is a list of recommended songs. Now you can choose something off list, but please keep it within the genre.

This is open to Chris Evans & Characters (Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson etc. (except Mr. Freezy I swear to god I do not want to be attracted to that man this website is trying to poison me.)) RPF is welcome.

THIS IS A SMUT CHALLENGE

Start date is May 1st Deadline is July 1st

Disclaimer:

All writers must be 18+ minors do not interact.

I reserve the right to not reblog any story.

Rules:

No minors, incest, DDLG, or bathroom related activities.

Please tag your work properly especially if writing non/dub con. Maximum amount of stories is 4. Daddy kink is alright, but not required. Please tag your kinks.

Stories have to have a minimum word count of 500. No max word count, use a cut at 150. Not accepting any stories that are already part of a series unless it works as a standalone. HC’s and Drabbles are also accepted. Accepting reader’s inserts only.

Tag me in your author’s notes and use #afbhbratchallenge in the tags below. I will be creating a masterlist.

Songs:

TO REQUEST A SONG: ask anonymously. I want to be surprised. You can also request songs off list.

U Got It Bad by Usher

I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston

I’ll Make Love To You by Boyz II Men

Weak by SWV

Love by Keyshia Cole

Into You by Tamia

Lovers and Friends by Usher, Ludacris, and Lil Jon

The Boy is Mine by Brandy and Monica

Me & U by Cassie

Pony by Ginuwine

Don’t Mess With My Man by Nivea

Let Me Love You by Mario

Too Close by Next

I Wanna Know by Joe

You Make Me Wanna by Usher

Slow Down by Bobby Valentino

Poison by Bell Biv Devoe

Can We Talk by Tevin Campbell

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Diggin On You by TLC 

Can I Come Over by Aaliyah

Cupid by 112

Let’s Get Married by Jagged Edge

Naughty Girl by Beyonce

Real Love by Mary J. Blige

If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys

I Wanna Be Down by Brandy

Off List Requests:

Feelin’ by Jodeci

Throwback by Usher

I’m So Into You by SWV

No No No Pt. 2 by Destiny’s Child

Goodies by Ciara

Case of the Ex by Mya

Slow Motion by Juvenile

Fallen by Mya

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Hey! Congratulations on 2K!

I’m a writer but I haven’t written for CE yet.

I’d love to try my hand and participate in your #afbhbratchallenge to celebrate you. You are such an inspiration to me. 💖

Can I request Throwback by Usher?

Aw of course you can. Thank you so much and good luck with writing him for the first time 💗💗

[ramp-it-up]

Mr. Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

#AFBHBratChallenge Song: Throwback x Usher

Summary: You call off your wedding with just days to go. Is Mr. Evans going to be able to get you back?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF.  Read at your own risk. 

Anxiety, ANGST, love, fluff, drinking, cursing, strip clubs, flashbacks, politics, pink, SMUT, graphic sex, rough sex, a bit of degredation kink (name calling), squirting, a little breeding kink, sorta kinda dom!Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is for @afriendlyblackhottie ‘s Brat Challenge, #afbhbratchallenge. Ahhhhh! It feels weird venturing out, but I enjoyed it!  I hope you like it and I hope it stands up among all the great CE writers out here.

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You never miss a good thing 'til it leaves you. 

Drinking helped ease the anxiety and stress. Normally, he staunched it with meditation, or better yet, a good dose of you, but you weren’t around. And you said you weren’t coming back.

Chris leaned on the bar in Onyx, his boys wondering where he was. They’d arrived there from The Gentlemen’s Club an hour before he went to drink this third round of Buchanan’s. The bartender recognized him, sure, but she pretended she didn’t. And for that, she got a $20 bill for each drink she poured him. 

Chris checked his phone and didn’t see a response from you. Any other messages didn't matter. Memories came back, and he let them, wanting to feel how happy you’d made him.

“You’re gonna want me back.” Those were some of the last words you said to him. Now he was wishing you were here with him.

2 years earlier

After graduating from Spelman, you’d spent 6 years in DC as a congressional staffer for various Georgia representatives and eventually Senator Abrams before she resigned to run for President. 

You’d been raised the only girl child of a prominent Atlanta family, and of course, you were a princess. Apart from being highly intelligent, you had a penchant for pink and designer everything. 

Stacey was the one that called you the ‘Black Elle Woods’ when you first met. You retorted that Elle Woods was the white version of you, and in that moment, you became her ace. No matter how much you loved Stacey, however, you were not cut out for the campaign trail, so you did something new.

You became a Ph.D candidate at Howard University in Political Science, and you were  interviewing various notable figures about the intersection between the entertainment industry and voting rights access.  You watched many celebrities hold sway over public policy, especially voter awareness and voting rights, and you thought that their influence needed to be highlighted.

Chris Evans was in DC to speak to some members of Congress for A Starting Point, and you’d managed to score an interview for your dissertation research through your connection with Scott Evans.  He was a friend of a friend, and Chris agreed to meet you at Emissary in Dupont Circle.

You didn’t particularly perk up when you saw Captain America: The First Avenger ten years ago when you were 17. Even though your friends thought Chris was hot, you just weren’t that into what you saw on screen. From what you’d seen over the years in photos, you did not expect to be impressed.

You arrived at Emissary early and waited, getting annoyed as 5pm came and went. Late people ticked you off. Your time was valuable.

At 5:17, Chris entered the cafe, looking worn and wary. You spotted him immediately and did a double take before he located you. 

He didn’t know what you looked like, and you took the opportunity to check him out.  When he locked eyes with you across the crowded cafe, he seemed to straighten up and a smile brightened up his face.

Your ire evaporated. Holy shit, Chris Evans was hot.

You were quite the sight yourself, in a pink sweater and grey skirt, Manolo heels, and lots of hair piled up on your head. You were standing in the archway into the back room, holding a pink iphone in a bejeweled case with a hot pink Birkin bag on your elbow. 

Could this be his meeting? You weren't the plain academic he’d imagined when he agreed to meet with you. Chris hoped that you were here for him. The look on your face went beyond recognition. You had to be who he was looking for.

He walked over to you and said your name like a question. You smiled at him.  He was done for. 

Your big brown eyes gazed up at him and all he wanted was to have you look at him like that forever. Wow.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you Mr. Evans.”  You smiled. 

His large hand encased yours and you couldn’t help but notice his thick fingers and strong grip.

Chris’ smile was an experience, from the full flash of teeth to cheeky smirk, and you found out that you were a fan. 

Close up, Chris was even more attractive.  His dark hair and beard shone with red highlights, and his pink, plump lips were perfect as his tongue darted out to wet them.  And his eyes. Holy moly.

“I scored a couch in this more private room, so we can talk. It shouldn’t take more than 30 to 45 minutes.”

“Call me Chris. And you have me as long as you want.” That, along with his sexy ass raised eyebrow, seemed like an invitation.

The timbre of his voice was deeper than you thought it would be in person, and was shaking you to your core. His touch had made the nerves in your spine tingle and you moved carefully, because your knees were weak.

You checked out his grey pinstripe suit as he unbuttoned his jacket and sat beside you. The tailoring was immaculate. He ran his hand through his hair and slung his arm across the back of the couch, stretching his long legs out in front of him, his feet huge in Italian leather shoes. 

He was bigger than you, and feeling tiny beside him was the shit. But you stopped your mind from going there.

He was unwinding from a long day and you had the urge to brush the hair that had fallen into his face out of his eyes.  Those clear blues sparkled at you as you admired him. It was a good thing that you had sworn off pretty boys for Lent.

Chris just smiled while you stared at him and the server arrived. He didn’t know what to think. You looked annoyed, and you were, because your pussy was getting wet. He ordered a beer and you ordered coffee with three cream, no sugar.

“You drinking coffee this late? Isn’t it time to unwind?”  

He peered at you as he took his beer and sipped it.  You sipped your coffee from a blue stoneware cup.  You snuck a peek at the way his jacket strained against his biceps as he took another drink.  

You didn’t dare move your eyes any lower, because ain’t nobody had time for that.  You sat up, spine straight, signaling to yourself to be professional.  You replied to his query. 

“I have miles to go before I sleep, Mr. Evans.  I’ll be up writing for a while yet.”  You smiled tightly as you took another sip of your hot coffee.  Chris shook his head and chuckled at you. “You can call me Chris.” He could fix your attitude. If you’d let him.

You felt it, but you just dug into the interview questions, shaking yourself out of your imaginings.

Three hours later, Chris’s jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up and your heels kicked off and feet tucked beneath you on the couch. You’d ordered some food and two beers yourself.  

The conversation had been top tier. You had some very astute questions, and he offered some valuable insights. 

Chris was almost breathless at the intellectual stimulation. And he found himself unreasonably attracted to you. The fact that your nipples were pointed right at him through your soft blush colored sweater when you sat up on your knees had him silently practicing every prayer he had memorized to keep his eyes appropriately on your face when you spoke.  

And your face was a marvel. Perfection sculpted in bronze, framed with your lush curls. And your voice was so damn cute. 

As he was admiring you, you noticed the time. “Oh, my.  It’s past 9.  I’d set a schedule to draft this interview out tonight.”  You were pained to have to shut this down.

All Chris could do was smile wistfully in response to you ending your time together.  He wanted to talk to you forever. 

When you stood up Chris witnessed the perfection of your ass in the grey pencil skirt. Your heels supported the sexiest ankle, and the most beautiful calf and flash of thigh he’d ever seen through the slit in your skirt. 

He stood up with you, snatching the check away from you when you grabbed it.  He was a good 6 inches taller than you were, even in heels.  You looked up at him through your lashes, batting them up up at him. His heart stopped.

You shook your head, “Mr. Evans. You did me a favor by meeting me.  It’s only right that I pick up the check.”

Chris debated being an ass or letting you pay. For some reason, he wanted to spoil a person he’d known for mere hours. “Call me Chris!” he groaned.  

He was so cute and sexy. You giggled and shook your head no. Somehow he loved your stubbornness.

“I’ll tell you what,” he continued.  “I’ll let you pay if you agree to meet me tomorrow for lunch.”  

“Mr….I mean, Chris. I….”  You could not for your life think of a reason to turn him down. He took advantage of your loss for words.

“We can finish the conversation. It’s for science. Political Science.” You laughed and agreed, setting  up a time to meet and exchanging information. ‘Score,’ thought Chris, silently.

You didn’t try to linger over goodbyes despite what your body was screaming, you just packed up your stuff and tried to keep it moving. You headed out of the cafe, Chris on your heels.

You tried to get your mind right, but you turned around because you’d left your Smythson pen on the table. You couldn’t forget that. It was a graduation gift. But you almost forgot your own name because you bumped right into Chris. A brick wall.  

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

You crashed into his chest and as you put your hands up to brace yourself, you felt how solid his body was. Chris wasn’t Cap anymore, but damn, was he in shape. He brought his hands up to grab your arms to steady you, and you looked into his deep blue eyes as he asked if you were okay and to apologize.

Flustered looked good on you. Chris wanted to be the one to make you flustered, and more. He wanted to protect and ruin you all at the same time. 

You barely heard what he’d said; you were trying to compose yourself. Fuck your feelings. You were not going to fuck Chris Evans.  You had goals, and you were not about to end up on the receiving end of his rumored very big dick. 

You thought. 

You moved around him and walked back to the table as Chris stood still and watched. In that moment, watching you walk away from him, he made a decision.  He couldn't let you get far.

You made the mistake of looking back at him just once, as you went to get your pen. Chris was looking at you as if he owned you already, like he possessed every inch of your body. Your fate was sealed.  

Your body betrayed you as he watched you, and you employed the bend and snap to retrieve your pen, looking back at him over your shoulder.  

Chris allowed himself to go to a fantasy land where you were already his and smiled, licking his lips.  The way you snapped up and returned his stare, looking ready to be bent over the couch by him had him hard and ready to go.

Chris followed you out of the bar and that night, you found out that you had indeed thought wrong. 

The rest was history.

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Now

Chris finished his drink and gathered his bachelor party mates to leave Onyx to travel to the next club. His boys were stoked, thinking he just wanted to get his fill of the sights before the wedding. 

They soon found out the real reason they were club hopping when they walked into the third joint, Diamonds and found your crew. Of course you’d be at Diamonds, it was the swankiest and had the most variety of entertainment. Only the best for you, Chris thought.

Scott shook head at Chris.

“You’re unbelievable,” he concluded, never taking his eyes off the stripper whose ass was in his face. He pulled his boyfriend over, because he had the ones. 

Chris ignored his brother and began to set his plan in motion.

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11 Months Earlier

Your family was a lot. Especially your mother, the renowned heart surgeon, and your older brother, who owned several businesses in Atlanta. Mom was the Queen, Derrick was the Prince, and you were Princess.  You’d made it through relatively unscathed, except for your taste for the finer things. You didn’t get bratty. Much.

Derrick made both of you well aware of his disapproval of your relationship. Chris’s reputation as a fuckboy and the fact that he’d never seen him with a black woman before made your brother think this was just a phase. 

No one would be good enough for his sister, not even THE Chris Evans. But Chris stayed consistent despite that, and proposed with a huge 10 carat pillow princess cut ring in front of your family, after getting a reluctant approval from your mother for your hand in marriage.

Chris insisted on having your friends and family at your destination wedding. Especially your family. He wanted to prove to them that he was good enough for you. You had no doubt that he was.   You may have been your family’s princess, but Chris treated you like a queen. You had faith in him.

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2 weeks earlier

It was 4 o’clock in the morning, two weeks away from your wedding. Chris sped home to Buckhead as fast as his Audi R8 Spyder would take him. He’d done 20 hours on set, filming some critical scenes in his latest project. He was tired and ticked off. 

The fact that this movie was set to film in Atlanta was an influence in Chris accepting this role. You two would be in the same city working for once. It made planning a wedding that much easier.         

You’d scored an Associate Professor position at Clark Atlanta University and were finally writing your book. You were now Dr. Princess. 

You traveled to DC about once a month as a consultant for President Abrams on matters of policy around voting rights and access. It was a good thing CNN was headquartered in the A, because you were a frequent guest on the weekend talk shows.

Although Chris definitely had his stans who felt some kinda way, you had your own.  Chris’ machine was big enough to shield your relationship without it being a secret, and your little army kept it real with his online. 

Chris had just three days filming left. When Chris left this morning, you agreed that you’d both be busy working. No funny business. There were to be no snaps of your ass, no close ups of his mouth, no nip pics, no photos of his crotch, no sexting of any kind. He was playing a priest for pete’s sake.

You agreed to be good. And you were for most of the day.

Until you grew weary of writing and decided to try on some of the goodies you got at your bridal shower. This one set looked so good on you that you decided to wear it to bed.  And then you just had to send him a video of you in it, a hot pink satin nightie with matching headwrap.  

You turned on Janet and danced, the hem hiked up to show off your gorgeous ass and matching satin thong.  Your nipples were hard and straining through the slick material.

“It’s all for you, Mr. Evans…” The camera captured the sensuous movement of your hips in the slinky slip. 

The blood rushed to Chris’ cock as he watched it. Now Father Micheal had a hard on, and Chris had to calm down for the last scene of the night.  His mind kept wandering to you and they had to do five different takes.

He was pissed.

By the time he got to the house, he’d calmed down with the thought that you would become his wife in less than two weeks. He was grinning when he let himself in.

Chris crept in the bedroom and saw you, a vision in hot pink.  The short nightie had ridden up and he could see the thong, which complimented your brown skin. He sighed and adjusted the covers back over you, kissing your forehead before taking a quick shower.  

In just a few minutes, he slipped under the sheets naked, spooning you, and being sure to pull your nightie up so that he could feel your luscious ass against him. He was going to feast on it in the morning.

Tomorrow was a big day. You and your crew were to go to the final dress fitting in New York, and then back to Atlanta the next day for your bachelors/bachelorette festivities. You would leave for St. Lucia next week and be wed a few days later. 

You stirred against him, waking up a little and smiling. 

“Hey, Baby.” You arched your back, wiggled your bottom, and settled in closer to him, sighing and happy that he was in bed with you.

Chirs grabbed your hip and smiled against your neck  “Hey, yourself. Go back to sleep.”  His dick woke up a little bit however, as it was situated perfectly between your satin covered cheeks.  

You tried to go back to sleep, but your heart rate increased as you felt his cock slowly pulse to life. The blood flowing through your veins rendered you totally awake. 

You could tell from the way Chris’ grip on your hip became imperceptibly tighter, how his cock kept growing, and from his measured breathing near your ear that he wasn’t asleep either. You were going to make it easy on him, despite his directive to go back to sleep.

You reached back and grabbed one of your ample cheeks, pulling your panties to the side, and pushed back on him wedging his cock lengthwise into your folds.  

Chris could feel your wetness leaking onto him. He had to close his eyes and open his mouth to breathe, blowing against your neck, which caused you to squirm, pushing him deeper into you. 

His pounding made your nipples hard and a whimper lodge in your throat. You could feel the heated ridge on the head that was aligned with your cunt. It was delicious torture from jump.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.  Go back to sleep, you’re gonna need to rest up for tomorrow.” His hand was definitely tighter on you now, and was definitely going to leave marks. The way his voice broke did things to you.

You grunted softly and started to move for some friction, causing his cock to slide through your folds, gathering your wetness and causing his breath to hitch in your ear. 

“Gat dam it. You never leave well enough alone.”

Boston was evident in his speech as he found your pulse point and started sucking, his hand moving slowly from your hip to your mound. His thick middle finger parted you there, and reached down to gather wetness with which to circle your clit. 

His other hand came under and around to play with your nipple through the satin, slipping and sliding his way through pinches and gropes.

You quickly realized that although you started this, Chris was going to finish it. His way.

“Christopher!”  All pretense was gone as you shuddered in his clutch.  

“Call me Mr. Evans.” His sexy growl and directive made you even wetter.  “What is it, Babe?”

You bit your lip and shook your head.

“No. no.  That won't do.  I need to hear you.”  Chris stopped all movement of his hips and hands. You whined and tried to move, when his hand pressed flat against your pelvis.

“I need. To hear. Your words.”  

You could tell that his teeth were gritted and that shit turned you on.  You felt his dick pulse again and you moved against him, still not speaking.

Chris slapped your clit, and then removed his hand causing you to whine and cry out. But you still didn’t speak.

“Ok. You asked for it.”  

Chris moved to kneel in front of you as he grabbed you, flipped you over like a rag doll and pushed you down on your back. You loved it. You watched his abs contract and the muscles in his thighs and you chose violence. He caught the look on your face. Brattiness personified.

“Or rather, you didn’t.”  He looked angry now, his eyes dark and focused on you.  “All you had to do was ask me nicely, but no. You wanna be treated like a random cockwhore?”  

He grabbed your satin bikini and broke the straps apart on each side, pulling and tossing the ruined garment behind him as he clutched your thighs and pulled them down to meet his knees on the bed.

He looked down at your glistening pussy, smirking at the way that you were wet for him. It was so beautiful, the dark lips glistening in the light from the window. He wanted to kiss them. 

“You like being called a whore? Does it make you cream?”  He looked up at you watching his dick bob, jaw slack from having to pant. He laughed.

“First you were a cock tease with that video you sent me earlier and now you’re being a filthy whore for my dick. Look at you staring. You want it?” 

You nodded. His eyes flashed and he grabbed you by the neck.

“I swear I'll have you begging before I’m through with you.” 

He squeezed your neck as he pushed into you, no warning, no preparation.  Damn, it still felt amazing. You were very wet, yet the stretch of his thick dick was like no other.

Chris looked down as he stroked into you, gradually increasing his pace.

“I’ve been thinking of eating you out all day, worshipping your cunt, making you cum over and over again before I gave you my dick.  But no, you have to make me fuck you like this.”  

His hips sped up, snapping into you at a fevered pace.

“Should I let you cum?”  

He looked up and his blue eyes pierced your soul. You grabbed his hand that was around your throat and he could see your breasts bouncing under the satin. The friction against your hard nipples felt good. 

“Yes, please Mr. Evans, please.”  Your big brown eyes threatened to break him. But he remained strong.

“Oh. Now you wanna speak. Might be too late,” 

Chris grunted and pulled your nightie up to your neck, slapping your nipples lightly. 

“Mr. Evans! Oh my god.”  The stimulation was too much and not enough. 

He looked down at your clit and spat on it, watching his saliva melt on your hot flesh as you shuddered and moaned and as his cock sank in and out of you. It was like watching his dreams. 

He shuddered, then, he relented and used his thumb to bring you to the edge of madness with him. One hand rubbed your clit while the other pulled your nipple, and all the while his cock was pumping away inside you.

But when he could feel that you were close to the edge, he stopped what his hands were doing while his hips kept moving. You gasped, outraged.

“Pleaasseeee let me cum Mr. Evans. I’m sorry, I'm sorry. Please. Please.” Tears were rolling down your face as you begged.

You brought your hands up to your breasts, squeezing your nipples and moaning from the sensation. Chris’s blue eyes were black now and zeroed in on what you were doing. You felt him grow even larger inside you. 

Your eyes got larger too. You tried to use your sweet voice. “Fuck me, please Mr. Evans, sir.” 

Chris’s jaw clenched and you felt him jump inside you. “Did I tell you you could touch my shit?” 

He nodded to your breasts. “Squeeze them harder.” You did as you were told and the stimulation made your pussy spasm around him, sucking him in deeper.

“Unghhhh. Your tits are so gatdamn perfect,” Chris groaned and leaned down to lick and suck them greedily as he stilled and willed himself not to come.  You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as he manhandled your nipples. He suckled them both again, releasing one with a pop to breathe “Fuck” in your ear.

“I should be fucking your tits right now as I feed you my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. “Ugh. Yes, Mr. Evans.”

That reaction did things to him. He couldn’t help but move a little before he could stop. He leaned up, eyes flashing as he grabbed your neck again. You arching beneath him caused him to start moving again, hooking your knee up with his elbow so that he could dig deeper.

“Yesyesyesyesyes…” your chant was a prayer and an offering. Suddenly, Chris wanted you to cum all over him. He started working your clit again with his thumb. “Give me what I want, baby,” Chris ordered. “Give me that gushy shit.”

And he was hitting that spot, fucking into ferociously now, hitting your cervix. The tension was tight in your belly, the pressure was building as he slid in and out of you, the sounds obscene. He looked you in the eye.

“Do I need to suck it out of you?” 

The memory of the last time he ate you out hit you like a ton of bricks. You came, squirting all over his hand, him, and the bed.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” He reveled in the fact that he made you like this, and that he was the first one to teach you that your body could do it. “You’re so gatdamn beautiful.”

Chris came inside you, wishing that your IUD was already removed. The thought of your ass and tits during pregnancy made him spasm one more time, and he emptied everything into you. 

He collapsed on top of you, face buried in your neck and his still semi-hard cock inside your pussy. You smiled and hummed and wrapped your legs around him, rubbing his back and hair while kissing his shoulder.

Chris allowed himself a few seconds of reveling in you before he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “You ok?”

You smiled.  “I’m great. That was amazing.”

Chris chuckled and sighed. “You love getting me worked up don’t you?”

You giggled. “Yes, Mr. Evans.”

Chris groaned and smiled and gingerly pulled out of you, rolling onto his back and tenderly stroking your cheek.

“I can’t wait until you’re Mrs. Evans.” He smiled at you. You melted.

“When are you going to get that shit taken out and have my baby?” He sweet-talked into your ear and you couldn’t deny him. Damn, you were sprung on your future husband. 

“My appointment is the day before we leave for St. Croix.”

You smiled at him, dreaming of your wedding day. 

“’I’ll pick you up from the doctor and we’ll probably get started on that baby in the parking garage.”

“Christopher!”  You were irked when you called him by his full first name.  “We can’t have sex the week before the wedding! Don’t you want our wedding night to be special?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, watched you pout and pulled you over to him. He sighed.

“Our wedding night will be special.  Because you’ll really be mine.” He took in your sassy look. You were so fucking cute. He sighed.  “But if you want to stop, for ....14 days?”

He looked down at you and you up at him. You nodded and he cleared his throat. That was going to be tough. But he’d give you anything you asked for.

“Then, that’s what we’ll do.”

“Thank you, Mr. Evans. “  You kissed his cheek, then he got up, headed for the shower. 

You looked back over your shoulder and caught him staring at your ass.

“Change the sheets, will you?”

Chris rolled his eyes and grunted at you. He got up and decided to change the sheets later. He needed one more go before two weeks of abstinence. At least it would be good motivation for Father Mike.

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The next day you were on the plane to New York to pick up your wedding dress. Chris was missing you already and calling you on his break. You’d decided to spend the week before the wedding at your mother’s to avoid temptation.

“I can’t wait to see you next week at the church.  I’ll meet you at the altar.”  Chris’s voice was just about everything.

“How are you so sure that you are sure, Chris?” 

You chewed your bottom lip. There, you'd said what you were so terrified about. You loved Chris so much and you wanted to be sure that you wouldn’t be hurt. You were a little worried.

If Chris was worried about it, his voice didn’t give it away.  

“I’m confident that I will see you in the church at sunset on our day.  It’s the way I see you in my dreams.”

You melted.  “Okay.  You are good.”  You both laughed.  “That’s some good game.  But you already have me.”  You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

“No game. Just truth.  I’ve dreamt of this almost since we first got together.” 

You were both quiet for a minute. The pilot announced that the plane was going to land.

“I gotta go. Have fun tomorrow with the boys. Don’t stalk me and my crew.”  

“Atlanta is a small big city. You never know what might happen.” Chris had a plan.  “Have fun tonight, Babe.”

You were cheesing hard when you hung up.  As you descended into NYC, you were on cloud nine.

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“No. I got this.  I’m going to pay for it.” You shook your head.

“But Mom, this dress is over $6,000! Chris said that he was paying for everything…”  

Chris’ pride was preventing your mom from footing the bill. But even though you were getting married on a tropical island to a movie star, you still wanted the Princess treatment from your mom.

"It’s the least I can do for my baby girl. And if you’d had a wedding in Atlanta, we would have spent way more than 6k.”

You fell back and let Nancy have her way with a laugh. You loved your mom, and you loved Chris. And he was going to love this dress on you.  You couldn’t help but grin. He would be so happy.

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“What the fuck do you mean, Nancy paid for the dress?” Chris’s anger could be felt all the way from Atlanta.

“Hey, hold on.  What happened to ‘Meet me at the altar?'  Why are you talking to me like that?”  You didn’t like Chris’s tone.

“Your family made it clear that they don’t think I’m good enough for you.  So you shouldn’t have taken their money.  That was stupid thing to do.”  

Chris’ anxiety was getting the better of him, but as soon as he said it, he knew he was fucked.  He was just silent, hoping you didn’t quite hear him.

At this point you were looking at your phone as if it had grown fins and was trying to swim away.  Then you put it back up to your ear.

“Well, maybe you are the one who is too good for me, since I’m so stupid.”

Chris was angry, but he didn’t want to dig the hole any deeper. "I didn't say you were stupid, just that that was a stupid decision.  You should have consulted me."  He said it in a softer tone.

"Oh. I get it, Christopher. I have to ask permission to make decisions, now?" Your anger was hot, yet controlled.  

“I’ll tell you what. The girls and I will go out and have a fucking ball tonight, and I will ship the dress back to New York tomorrow. I won’t be needing it. How's that for a decision?" You were through.

“Don’t threaten me. It’s time out for all that.  I’m not playing your games anymore.  Be on the island next week or I’m done.”  Chris had a feeling of panic, but he masked it with his acting ability.

“You don’t have to play my game, Christopher.  You can waste your time going to St. Lucia next week if you want to. I’m out. The thing is you’re gonna want me back. And I’m not going to be there.”

With that, you ended the call and willed yourself not to cry.

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Chris got ready for that night while going insane. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do, but he knew he couldn’t let you leave his world.  He was just hoping he would find you in time.

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True to your word, you were  turning up at the club.  You were on your fourth drink and well on your way to oblivion. 

You didn’t really know if you were going to send the dress back and not marry Chris, but you didn’t want to think about it.  You just went and got more ones as you watched the strippers dance.

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You were nervous when you went to the private room in Diamonds.  You had never had a lap dance this private before; you wouldn’t know what to do. Nicey, your maid of honor, insisted that it would be fun.  You sat on the couch, trying not to think about what may be on it.

You had too much quiet time, because you were starting to think about Chris.  You put your head in your hands when you realized what you had said and done. You didn’t want to leave Chris. All this was just nerves on both your parts.

“Shit!” 

You said out loud. You pulled out your phone to call him. Then the door opened behind you.

“Who are you calling?”  That voice made you stand up, surprised and happy.

“Chris!”

You squealed and jumped up into his arms, legs around his waist.  He laughed, turned around and sat down on the couch with you on his lap.  Things got serious quickly.

“Ummm.”  You were trying not to move, but the position you were in was making you want to squirm. You pouted for a second and Chris was quick to devour your lips with a kiss.

“Why are you here?  Are you stalking me?” Your voice had come down an octave or two and was husky.

“I was missing my baby. And I want to say I do want you back.” He looked down, his beautiful dark lashes on his cheeks. 

“I'm sorry for getting angry earlier."  He looked at up you like a little boy. 

"I’ve had enough of that. I want to be the man that you deserve. And I love you.  I just wanted to remind you of that.” 

He kissed you again. You ran your fingers through his hair. His fingers cupped your ass on his lap squeezing and rubbing.  When you came up for air, you smiled at him, heart full of joy. 

“Say it again.”

Chris grinned that grin and said, “I love you. And I’ve missed you.” 

“I love you too, baby.  I hope you know that earlier was just my nerves.  I’m sorry I flipped my shit."

Chris was so relieved. He smiled. “It’s okay. I just had to be sure that I was going to see you in St. Lucia.”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”  You smiled and Chris kissed you again.  You felt it in your pussy.

“Fuck!  I want…”  

Your voice trailed off as you remembered that you still had a few days until you would be married. You quickly stood up and moved away from him, but Chris had his gaze locked in on you. He moved toward you, held you and nuzzled your right ear.  

“Mmmmm.  Now, tell me what you want to do.”  His voice was talking straight to your pussy. Your knees buckled. 

“Mr. Evans, I….”

Chris caught you around the waist, his hands slipping under the material of your top. You didn’t want to give in so quickly, but the moan that escaped your lips betrayed you. 

As his hands inched up your torso and his thumbs reached your nipples to the hardening peaks there, you threw your head back.  He attacked your neck with bites and kisses.

“Damn!”  You were all about what he was doing at the moment.

He spoke again.  “Now.  Tell me what you want to do.” He repeated himself. Totally Mr. Evans.

You bit your lip and shook your head.  Your eyes were half open, but full of desire. His eyes looked into your soul as his tongue darted out to moisten his sexy lips.  You wanted that sexy mouth on you.

Chris chuckled.  He was beyond caring about abstaining right now. 

“Ok.  Let me tell you what I want to do. I want to smell you.”  His eyes were boring holes in your soul right now.  You got even wetter when he closed his eyes to imagine your scent. 

“Your smell gets me so high. And it makes me hungry.” He opened his eyes to stare at you again, making your back tingle. 

“I want to eat you out, kiss all of your pussy.  Then, I want to fuck your throat until you lose your voice, and I want to hear you try to scream as I fuck the shit out of you until you come all over my cock.” 

Chris told you all of it matter of factly, his delivery making you feel it in the pit of your stomach and the small of your back.

“Now.  Tell me what YOU want to do…”  You couldn’t focus on just one thing.  What popped out of your mouth was: “I know you want to get me pregnant, but right now I just want to get on my knees and swallow our kids. Make me choke on your cock, Mr. Evans.”

‘Holy shit!”  Chris grabbed for you again, hands everywhere as you pawed at his crotch.  He pulled away to unbutton his pants when you heard someone calling your name.

“Fuuuuck!”  Your heart sank as your crew entered the private room, catching you and Chris almost red-handed.

“Unh-unh bitch!.  Let’s go.” Nicey was insistent. 

You almost cried as they led you away.  Chris' face was priceless as he tried to control himself. You almost ran back to him. But an image of your wedding day sprang to your mind. 

“See you next week.”  The smile you gave to Chris calmed his soul.

“See you next week, Babe.”

And you were whisked away by your people.

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Chris walked out, leaving his boys with the dancers, went home and got in the shower and then to bed with his script, confident that he had his baby back.  

When he heard his phone ding, he smiled, and picked it up, knowing just who it was. 

“Damn,” he said to hiimself. It was a picture of your ass, spread out and ready for him, your juices evident on your thigh and your fingers in your pussy.

“I need you to throw it back on, Mr. Evans….” Chris felt himself get rock hard in a minute. 

Chris pulled on his grey sweats and a t-shirt, with a hoodie on top for you to steal, as he went out into the night to pull up at your mother’s house. 

Mr. Evans needed his Princess. 

Every day.

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Part of the Princess and Mr. Evans Series.

Mr. Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

#AFBHBratChallenge Song: Throwback x Usher

Summary: You call off your wedding with just days to go. Is Mr. Evans going to be able to get you back?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF.  Read at your own risk. 

Anxiety, ANGST, love, fluff, drinking, cursing, strip clubs, flashbacks, politics, pink, SMUT, graphic sex, rough sex, a bit of degredation kink (name calling), squirting, a little breeding kink, sorta kinda dom!Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is for @afriendlyblackhottie ‘s Brat Challenge, #afbhbratchallenge. Ahhhhh! It feels weird venturing out, but I enjoyed it!  I hope you like it and I hope it stands up among all the great CE writers out here.

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You never miss a good thing ‘til it leaves you. 

Drinking helped ease the anxiety and stress. Normally, he staunched it with meditation, or better yet, a good dose of you, but you weren’t around. And you said you weren’t coming back.

Chris leaned on the bar in Onyx, his boys wondering where he was. They’d arrived there from The Gentlemen’s Club an hour before he went to drink this third round of Buchanan’s. The bartender recognized him, sure, but she pretended she didn’t. And for that, she got a $20 bill for each drink she poured him. 

Chris checked his phone and didn’t see a response from you. Any other messages didn’t matter. Memories came back, and he let them, wanting to feel how happy you’d made him.

“You’re gonna want me back.” Those were some of the last words you said to him. Now he was wishing you were here with him.

Afficher davantage

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My legs are parting like the Red Sea🥵✝️

Mr. Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

#AFBHBratChallenge Song: Throwback x Usher

Summary: You call off your wedding with just days to go. Is Mr. Evans going to be able to get you back?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF.  Read at your own risk. 

Anxiety, ANGST, love, fluff, drinking, cursing, strip clubs, flashbacks, politics, pink, SMUT, graphic sex, rough sex, a bit of degredation kink (name calling), squirting, a little breeding kink, sorta kinda dom!Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is for @afriendlyblackhottie ‘s Brat Challenge, #afbhbratchallenge. Ahhhhh! It feels weird venturing out, but I enjoyed it!  I hope you like it and I hope it stands up among all the great CE writers out here.

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You never miss a good thing ‘til it leaves you. 

Drinking helped ease the anxiety and stress. Normally, he staunched it with meditation, or better yet, a good dose of you, but you weren’t around. And you said you weren’t coming back.

Chris leaned on the bar in Onyx, his boys wondering where he was. They’d arrived there from The Gentlemen’s Club an hour before he went to drink this third round of Buchanan’s. The bartender recognized him, sure, but she pretended she didn’t. And for that, she got a $20 bill for each drink she poured him. 

Chris checked his phone and didn’t see a response from you. Any other messages didn’t matter. Memories came back, and he let them, wanting to feel how happy you’d made him.

“You’re gonna want me back.” Those were some of the last words you said to him. Now he was wishing you were here with him.

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This was hot. Hbd to me!

Wonderful as always!!!! 😁

Me & U

Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday!

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

(A/N: Happy 40th, Chris! Looking finer with age. Part of my R&B/Brat challenge. Unedited because tf is proofreading. Just something I whipped up last minute because ngl I forgot lmao. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You took a seat on Chris’ lap as he laughed with his friends. For a man that told you he didn’t wanna do much for his birthday he sure looked like he was having a grand ol’ time.

For your birthday he’d went all out. You’d woken up to your bedroom being filled with balloons and flowers. Then he took you out for breakfast at your favorite spot. Then took you shopping where he bought you whatever you wanted. Shoes, purses, even this gorgeous pair of earrings you’d worn to dinner with your friends.

So you had to give him that same energy back. Invited all his friends over to surprise him. Of course as soon as everyone jumped out at him with you right there front and center, he put his hand on his left pec as he laughed.

You’d went all out. Getting his favorite beer. Making his favorite foods. Doing whatever you could to make his day special. You kissed his cheek. He smiled and put his mouth on your ear where he nuzzled you with his nose. There was just one thing you hadn’t given up.

The party started clearing out and Scott helped clean before finally saying goodnight. Chris yawned and gave you a kiss. “Thanks for this, Baby.”

“Of course. Did you have a good time?”

“I had an amazing time,” he replied with a grin.

“Even though you didn’t want it?” You teased, pinching his cheek.

He tilted his head back as he laughed then slid his hands down to your ass. “What can I say? I guess you know me better than I know myself.”

You chuckled and leaned into peck the underside of his jaw. “Mmmhmm and don’t you forget it,” you purred.

Chris looked down at you before leaning down to kiss your lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” you giggled. “Oh! I have one more gift for you!” Before he could even respond you’d already pulled away so you could run upstairs.

All he could do was chuckle as he saw your enthusiasm. He grabbed another beer as he sat on the couch. Waiting for you to come back.

“You ready?” You asked him after too long.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Close your eyes!” You demanded.

He chuckled. Leaning back as he did as you said. “Okay.”

“Promise you’re not looking!” You called down.

His laughter grew. “Baby, I promise.”

“Okay,” you replied obviously much, much closer. “Open, Daddy.”

When he did he had to do a double take. Honestly not knowing whether to laugh or to pull you on his lap. So he did both.

Kissing you all over your face as you joined in. It was no secret that you weren’t a fan of sports in general. Could fall asleep during a football game. Yet it didn’t stop you from trying for him. At least pretending to care. Saying if he could pretend to be interested in watching those corny ass CW shows with you, the least you could do was give him that.

So while you were a good sport for the most part, he hadn’t been expecting this. Your black and red shorts were tiny and even from the front he just knew they hugged your ass. The thin matching crop top hugged your tits making your nipples strain against the fabric. Patriots written across your chest. White thigh high socks covered your legs. In your hands were pom poms.

Chris smacked your butt making you squeal. “Hey! I didn’t even get to do my cheer!”

“You made a cheer?” He asked with a chuckle setting his beer bottle on the end table.

That’s when you pouted, looking down. “You don’t like it?” You asked.

He kissed your cheek. “Oh trust me, Babe.” Then gave you another one. “I love it. Thank you. This is the best birthday ever.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up as you smiled.

Then another peck to your lips. “Of course. Still wanna do your cheer?”

“Well, it was more like a lap dance, but since I’m already in your lap.”

“Yeah?” He licked his lips. “Now I kinda wanna see it.”

“Or you can lay back and I,” you got really close so you could whisper in his ear, “can suck your dick.”

With that you could feel him hard against your thigh. Then started rocking your hips helping you with the way his hands rested on your ass. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. 

You kissed his lips deepening it almost as soon as you could. Tongues meeting each other’s. You moaned into his mouth, trying to grind against him that was giving such good friction you could cum right there. You knew you were a mess in your shorts.

As he started to smack your ass it was like it reminded you of what you’d asked. You threw your pom poms to the side before putting your hands on his chest so you could push him down.

Considering he was much stronger than you, that wasn’t exactly easy to do. He chuckled as he got the hint finally laying down with you in his arms. Still not letting you go because he wanted to kiss you a little more.

Finally you managed to get away from him. Then he hissed as you’d moved down his neck. Licking and sucking right over his spot. Fuck you always loved the little noises he made when you did this.

You finished your journey down his stomach. Stopping when you got to the hem of his shirt so you could push it up his abs. With that you started kissing all over his abs. Making him have the sharpest intakes of air as when you sucked at his skin.

Moving from spot to spot until you were at his pelvis when he finally stopped you. Putting his hand in your hair to pull your head up so you had to look at him. “You tryna make me cum in my pants?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No!”

“Then you better stop fucking around.” He grinned.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you finally moved to his jeans. Licking your lips in anticipation. His cock was bulging against his jeans. Fuck you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on him.

You were so quick when it sprung into view. Licking it from balls to tip. He opened his legs a little wider so you could get a little closer. Watching as you started to slurp on it. His hips moving up but he was trying to refrain from fucking your mouth yet.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it.”

Your mouth was watering all around him. Making the best mess he’d ever seen. Fuck he could only imagine what your pussy looked like right now. Probably soaking wet. He wanted to see if you left a wet spot in those shorts.

“That’s my fucking good girl,” he said, putting one of his arms under his head. Doing the other to move your head up and down by your hair. “Look so cute sucking daddy’s cock.”

You gagged around him. As he forced you down a little further. Then let you back up for hair. “Thank you for letting me suck your dick.” Your hand wash still around him, stroking him as his tip licked with precum.

Chris groaned again. Of course you’d remembered that little talk you’d had. Where the two of you talked about things that had turned you on a lot with each other. One of your thing was when he’d say sweet things to you while treating you like a whore. His was when you thanked him for it.

You went back to it. Slobbering all over him again. Playing with his balls. “Gonna make me cum, Babe,” he warned you. “You want that?”

You nodded doing this thing where it felt like you were trying to gulp him up. Cuz you wanted him to cum down your throat.

“Fuck!” He shouted into the air as he finally unloaded. His eyes shut tightly as it was too much for you to fully catch. That was okay he liked how you looked all messy for him. Like a fucking slut.

You stand up so you could take off your shorts. He took the time to pull of his shorts and removed his pants and shoes before you climbed on top of him.

You went back to kissing. Chris not giving a fuck that your mouth was just on his dick. Or that he’d just came in it. That wasn’t going to stop him from making out with you.

He stuffed his fingers in your pussy from behind. Groaning as you rode his hand. Your hole hugging his digits. Fuck you were soaking wet. You let out a breathy moan. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said in a whiny little whimper.

“Good. You better fucking cum for me.”

That was when you drenched him. Not that it stopped him from finger fucking you for a little longer. That’s when he grabbed you by your hips. Lifting you up so he could ease you down his length.

Even though he’d just cum from the way you sucked him. You put your hands on his chest as bounced up and down on top of him. A chorus of, “ugh, ugh, ugh’s,” coming from your lips.

He moved one of his hands under your shirt to pinch your nipples. Making you tighten around him. Pussy juices dripping down. You were moaning so much it was a good thing his neighbors weren’t close.

He reached forward so he could grab your legs. Wrapping his arms around your thighs so he could help you move better. “God you’re fucking tight.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you cried. “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me.”

That’s when he said fuck it so he could pick you up and drop you down so he could slam his cock in and out of you. “Don’t you fucking run,” he grunted as you tried to scoot back.

He looked between you to see your pussy gripping his cock. Pussy creaming around him. “You’re gonna make me cum again!” You cried.

“Then fucking do it,” he said. Also feeling it rising inside of him, too. “Daddy’s gonna fill up your cunt, Baby.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Yes, yes, yes.” As another orgasm wrecked through your body he came deep inside of you.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he put his head in your neck. The two of you relaxed with him on top of you. Rubbing his back and getting al cozy under him.

“Thank you for today, Babe,” he whispered with a yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Christopher,” you sighed contently. You were pretty sure you could stay like this forever.

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This is everything.

Don’t Mess With My...

Summary: Chris takes advantage of a situation with your ex

Pairings: Chris Evans x Video Vixen!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, daddy kink, dub con, angry sex, manipulation, dirty talk, arguing, jealousy, degradation, face fucking, fingering, squirting, potential breeding kink, manhandling

(A/N: FINALLY done. This is for my Brat and R&B Challenge. The song is Don’t Mess With My Man by Nivea. Not gonna lie this felt like I was writing for an episode of Love & Hip Hop lmao. I didn’t proofread (who even does that anymore lol). If you see mistakes just tell me. Follow, like, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You knew you and Chris were kind of a surprising couple. When everything had came out, you were mostly met with confusion. Sure there was a shit ton of hate. Not like you weren’t expecting some of his little fangirls to get all bitchy, but it wasn’t even that.

No. This was more like a ‘wait when the fuck did this happen.’ It was lowkey kinda funny seeing his cute face all over the Shaderoom and Baller Alert. Even though the comment section could get fucking annoying on both.

It’s not like you hadn’t been featured regularly on both. Between the drama of your last relationship with this rapper and the videos you’d been in, they loved getting into your business. Hell since the news had broke your ex had even went on a little bit of a campaign to talk as much shit about you as possible. Even going as far to call you out of your name a few times.

One of the biggest perks about dating a man like Chris was that you could squash that kind of shit now easily. With just a phone call and his management had to tell him to shut the fuck up. Chris did such a good job at taking care of you.

Not to mention he was so fucking hot. This picture came out of you and him walking as you ate ice cream. You’d just so happened to look up at him with this look in your eyes as his hand was in yours. The ones that didn’t hate you were talking about daddy goals. Not that they weren’t right. Look at him. He was so gorgeous.

He wasn’t your normal type, but it was something about him that was irresistible. Especially when he grew in that beard after a movie where he needed to look extra scruffy and you ended up staying in bed for days. Feet planted on either side as you rode the fuck out of him. He grabbed onto your hips to slam you the fuck down over his fat dick. You shivered whenever you thought about it.

One of the things that came with dating Chris were girls thinking they could be slick, flirting with him in front of you. Until him you weren’t much of the jealous type either. Now you fell into the ‘you wish a bitch would’ category. It’d taken you this long to find a man like him and you weren’t about to lose him to any of these pigeons thinking they could step to your man.

Yeah yeah yeah it’s Chris’ fault if something happened, but he never entertained that shit because he knew better. What were you supposed to do when they did it right in your face. Stand there and not say shit. Fuck these birds, you aren’t about to be nice to them.

You remembered the night you’d met him. Playing beer pong at a party with your girls. When he got paired with you. Looking so hot in his tight ass shirt rolling a joint. He’d offered you some and the two of you started to talk. Then you danced which mostly consisted of you shaking your ass on his dick. He even started to get hard against you.

Then this girl tried to swoop in as if you weren’t right there. Practically having sex on the dance floor. You’d told her to leave to go play in traffic and all Chris did was smirk and pull you into his arms.

That’s when he turned you around and started kissing you. Ugh he was such a good fucking kisser. Made you all tingly in the pit of your stomach. Then in your pussy. So you let him take you back to his place. You’d sucked his dick and then he fucked you until morning. From that night he was daddy no other way to put it.

He asked for your number and you started texting. Finding out that two of you surprisingly had a lot in common. He didn’t care about you shaking your ass in music videos for a living or certain things you’d done in the past. He only saw you and you loved him for it.

So that’s probably why it sucked so bad that he wasn’t there right now. It was your birthday and apparently something he’d been scheduled for had been running kind of late. He’d warned you, but it still sucked. Especially when you wanted him there more than anything else.

You ended up going out with some friends and then to a club. It was pretty fun even if you’d been in a bad mood all night. Sure you were really trying to enjoy the effort your friends had put in, but this was your first birthday with him as your boyfriend and you wanted to enjoy it with him. Preferably on his dick most of the time.

Sure he’d put money in your account to go on a shopping spree and the bouquet of roses he’d sent you this morning had been gorgeous, but it wasn’t about that. You wanted to spend all night under him. Tucked under his arm or him on top of you as he fucked you. Giggling as he kissed your neck and then some more as you were coming down from your highs and started talking about whatever came to mind.

Except right now you were in the club, faking a smile as your friends snapped another picture. Trying to not look bored because you really were happy with everything they were doing. It’s just that your mind was elsewhere.

You were taking another shot when you saw a familiar face in the crowd and immediately felt like you were going to puke. You knew some of your group still talked to him, but you did such a good job at avoiding him. If you found out any of these bitches invited him you might actually flip the fuck out.

So not only did you have to think about Chris not coming, but then this asshole was tryna get all up in your face. It’s funny because two years ago you would have been all over even an ounce of his attention.

You spent most of the night ignoring him. Then found out that one of your girl’s boyfriends was the one to let it slip that you were all out. You did a pretty good job at evading him too until he finally cornered you. “Damn I don’t even get a hi?” He did this little smirk. Ugh he was such a fuckboi. “Where’s my hug girl. Happy birthday.”

You rolled your eyes again before you walking away only for him to grab your hand. “Can you not?” You said raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. “Where’s your boy?”

“My man,” you corrected, finally pulling out of his grasp, “is none of your business.”

Now it was time for him to roll his eyes, but he didn’t drop that annoying ass look on his face. “Oh shit don’t tell me he left you already?”

“Ew no. He’s working.” You flipped your hair before crossing your arms. “What do you want?”

He shrugged. “Don’t you ever miss us?

You hummed, puckering your lips as you pretended to be deep in thought with your finger resting on the side of your mouth. “You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep and it’s like oh shit pins and needles?”

Your ex frowned. “Yeah?”

You grinned tilting your head to the side. “Yeah that’s the same feeling I get when anyone brings you up.”

His eyes narrowed, but still he smiled as he stepped closer to you. “Still got that bad attitude,” he said. “Bet your man can’t handle you like I did.”

That’s when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. “I’d say I do quite nicely,” your boyfriend’s voice answered.

You turned around and squealed, throwing your arms around him. “Baby, you came!” You buried your head into his strong chest.

“As if I’d ever miss your birthday,” he replied as he placed kisses all over your forehead. “I’m surprised I didn’t get a ticket on the way over.”

You looked up at him all smiley before pressing your lips to his. Normally you would have worried about messing up your lipgloss but he just looked so cute and you were happy he was there. Not like you couldn’t reapply it in a sec.

“Hey, Man,” Chris said, nodding his head at your ex. “Can we help you?”

“Yeah just reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Ain’t that right, Y/N,” he said.

“More like my nightmares,” you replied with a smile and a shrug as you grabbed Chris’ hand.

“Why don’t I buy you a drink,” Chris said pulled you away from him finally.

You felt so much better now that you were perched on your boyfriend’s lap. One of your favorite things about Chris was how he so easily blended in with your friends. Even if some of their boyfriends were acting like cry baby bitches about you not being loyal to your ex or some shit. Who knows who cares, they need to get over it.

Most of them liked him though. Hell you’d even been on a few double dates with your bestie, Mila and her man Andre. The first time that happened he geeked about being able to hang out with Captain America asking him all kinds of questions. It was almost like you were intruding on them. They were hella cute, though. Had even ditched the both of you to hang out a few times now.

The two of them were stuck in conversation now about some sports shit while you talked to Mila. Chris had just gotten you bottle service and stopped talking for a minute so you could take cute selfies. Everything was so much better even if your ex hadn’t got the fucking hint and left.

You started kissing on Chris at some point. You knew you probably seemed all clingy and needy, but after spending all day bummed out it just felt so good. Sometimes you felt so in love that it felt all scary. Then it was like you couldn’t help it. It was like you were living in this daydream.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re lucky I didn’t see you leave the house in this dress.” You were surprised he was getting this handsy in front or so many people, but you happen to glance over at your ex who was seething as he tried to make it seem like he wasn’t looking.

You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at him. “Why?”

He put his nose against your cheek, smiling into you before kissing your cheek. “I wouldn’t have let you leave,” he ended up whispering in your ear.

“Why not? You don’t like it?” You asked with a pout, putting your hand on his color as his hands grabbed onto your outer thigh.

“Oh, I like it too much,” he answered Then kissed the side of your neck making you shiver. “You wouldn’t have made it out the door.”

“Then take me home and show me,” you said not being able to help yourself as you started feeling all up on his abs even if they were covered by his shirt.

He licked his lips. “Yeah? Don’t worry I’ll show you as soon as we get home.”

You nodded and then kissed the underside of his jaw. Before you could start saying your goodbyes Andre and some of the other guys wanted to have another drink with him. So you hung out back, talking to your girls then got up to dance.

It didn’t take long for your ex to come slithering over to you. You weren’t sure what it would take so he’d finally leave you the fuck alone. How was he going to talk all that shit to anyone that would listen and then come on your birthday to act like you wanted anything to do with him.

He knew what this was. His management had been notified.

“Can I help you?” You asked turning around as he was making his attempt to dance against you.

“I just wanna talk,” he said with a laugh.

“And I’m not interested,” you replied.

“Why because your little boyfriends here? He don’t let you have friends?” He smirked, before reaching out to grab your hand.

You tried pulling your hand away again, only for him to keep his hold. “I’m so serious right now. Get the fuck out of my face.”

“Don’t be like that, Baby,” he said as he tried to grab your waist to bring you in, but you turned your head before he could kiss you.

“Get away from me you fucking weirdo!”

“Man, back the fuck off,” Chris said, finally come over to the two of you, pushing him off of you. “You know what, come on, Baby. Let’s go.”

“I didn’t even do shit. You need to back the fuck up.” He got closer, puffing his chest out.

“You need to back the fuck off. She keeps telling you to get the fuck away from her.” Chris of course wasn’t about to back down. Especially not when it came to you. You’d never seen him this mad before either.

The few times the two of you had fought, he’d always managed to keep a leveled head. Sure you could be a little brat. Yet he was really good at handling you so it never went further than pouting and stomping your feet. Usually he’d tell you to cut that shit out and you did because you couldn’t help it. He was your daddy and you wanted to listen to him.

But right now? With his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. Seeing him all mad was kind of doing something for you. He looked kinda hot. Maybe it’s because he wasn’t mad at you.

He laughed. “You control her now? She can’t talk to who she wants?”

As the two of them went on before Andre was having to get in between, Chris ended up grabbing your hand to lead you out. It was kind of not lost on people that Captain America was arguing with a fucking rapper over a girl and people had pulled out their phones.

By the time the two of you made it to his car, he was gripping the steering wheel all tight as he tried to calm down. “Daddy?” You said softly, putting your hand on his shoulder.

He sat there for a minute before looking over at you. “Did you know he was coming?” He asked.

“No,” you answered. “Trina’s boyfriend told him.”

“Yeah? I don’t want you hanging out with Trina then.” Then he looked away, as if to say that was case closed. He knew better though. He knew that you talked back.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I will not have you hanging out with someone that puts you in situations like that,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road. “Understand?”

“She don’t even do anything!” You protested. “It was her boyfriend!”

“Well, until Trina breaks up with her boyfriend,” he started, “you will not be hanging out with her.”

You furrowed your brows as your lips turned up into a frown. “That’s bullshit.”

“No. That was bullshit,” he replied, finally turning to you at the next stoplight. “And why didn’t you tell me he was there? You trying to be all sneaky. What would have happened if I decided to not go.”

“I didn’t even do anything!” You argued back. So much for him not being mad at you. You and Chris had only really argued once. It was the same as this time, about your ex. So you kind of got why he was so frustrated, but it’s not like you were entertaining it. He should know that. “What was I supposed to do?”

Was it wrong that the angry face he was making was still kind of making your mouth water. Why would you go back to your ex when your man made you horny even when he was mad at you.

“Text me! Call me! Tell me your fucking ex is there!” It was weird to hear him raise his voice, though.

“How should I know! You told me you were busy!” You felt yourself tearing up because even if it was hot you hated fighting with him and he was being a fucking dick. Also you wanted to hit something and this seemed like a better choice.

“When the fuck have I not answered your messages!”

The arguing kept going until he pulled up to his place where you pouted and crossed your arms. “I wanna go home!”

He rolled his eyes as he cut the engine and got out while you still hadn’t budged. When he looked back seeing that you were still in your seat, he came to your side of the door and opened it. “If you don’t get in the fucking house.”

“Take me home,” you replied.

“Get. Your. Ass. In the fucking house.”

“Take. Me. Home,” you replied, matching his tone. He bit his tongue as he chuckled before reaching across you to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Hey!”

He didn’t say anything as he grabbed you to throw you over his shoulder. You hit his back as he closed the door and carried you to the front door. “If you hit me again, I swear I’ll give you much worse than a fucking spanking.” Then he popped your ass once, twice, and then a third time once he slammed the front door.

“Ow!” You mewled as he kept doing it. “Stop!” You tried to reach behind to grab his hand, as if that would do anything.

“Move your fucking hand.” His Boston accent was suddenly out and thick, but you being you still didn’t listen. He set you on your feet before pushing you up against the wall. “Why you tryna make it worse for yourself.”

“Because you’re being an asshole.”

He moved you your ass was to him so he could lift your dress up over your ass before placing another smack. “I don’t think you want to piss me off anymore.”

You yelped trying to reach behind you to once again try to stop him. And once again all it did was piss him off as he ended up grabbing them with one hand so he could keep doing it either the other.

“If you don’t cut out the fucking attitude, I’ll do it for you. You fucking hear me?” He asked in your ear.

You lip trembled as you nodded. He shoved you down to your knees as he worked on undoing his pants so could pull his cock out.

“Need to learn some fucking manners,” he said, grabbing your hair as he held it out with his other hand. “Suck,” he demanded.

You nodded and opened your mouth. It’s not like during the whole thing your pussy hadn’t gotten soaked from the way he’d talked to you. Sure Chris he’d to put you in your place before, but it was never like this. Daddy was teaching you that he was boss and as bad as you wanted to argue back maybe you should just listen to him. He knew what was best for you.

Your mouth worked him up and down just the way he normally liked. Except this wasn’t normal. Instead he pulled you off of him so he could rub his balls against your face, spreading all the slobber you’d left.

“Think you can talk to me and fucking way like you’re fucking crazy,” he said as he shoved back in, holding you there even as you started to cough and sputter around him before finally letting up. “Need to remind you that I’m Daddy.”

Your eyes were getting all watery as he fucked your face before he pulled you off so he could spit on you. “Chris!” You whimpered.

“That’s not my fucking name,” he said, leaning down to tap your cheek. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Daddy,” you replied, shifting your hips, hoping you could angle your panties the right way so they’d relieve at least a little tension.

“That’s fucking better. That’s what I thought.” He grabbed your arm roughly to pull you up. Bending you over a little so your ass was in the air so he could slam into you.

You gasped, trying to reach back to get him to ease up as his cock stretched you out. “Daddy!” Normally before he’d impale you on his dick, he’d at least get you warmed up a little. This time your pussy was struggling to accommodate him. He was just so thick it felt like it was too much every time you took it. Fuck he felt so damn good. Why would you go back to your ex over this.

He grabbed your arm to push it behind your back. “If I have to tell you to move one more time, I’ll pull out right now and jack off all over your tits. I won’t let you come one time. You wanna spend all fucking night in handcuffs for being a stupid bitch.”

“No,” you cried. “I’m sorry.” Fuck your pussy was gushing. You know you shouldn’t feel like this. Hell a part of you still wanted to argue back, but he was so deep. How were you even supposed to think right now.

Right as you were on the brink of orgasm, he pulled out. Your hand still behind your back. He made you stand up straight. “See isn’t it better when you’re a good slut.” He smacked your tits before pinching your nipples as he started making you walk like this to the bedroom.

He barely gave you a moment when your ass went up in the air when he pushed you down on the bed. “Think I’d give this pussy up to anyone? This is my fucking pussy,” he said as he started again. “You’re my bitch.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d dirty talked you in bed, but he’d never called you a bitch before and fuck. There was something about the way it was leaving his lips only made you wanna back up into him. If he expected you to not talk back after this he had another thing coming. “Oh, god!” You squealed as your orgasm got closer. “Daddy, you’re gonna make me- ugh!”

He smacked your ass again. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked, leaning over you so he could grab your neck.

You nodded and moaned, trying to position your hips a certain way so he could keep hitting this spot inside you. “Daddy! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me,” he said. “Fucking cum. Be a good bitch and cum for me.”

That’s when it was like this damn broke inside of you as you started squirting out. Your pussy forcing his dick out. His cock getting soaked from it. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He turned you over and you backed up like you were afraid of what might happen. He didn’t give a shit. Even smirked when he caught you, spreading you out and to push his fingers in.

Still not completely passed the first orgasm this one hit you like a ton of bricks. Your back arching off the bed as he leaned down to suck nipples. “That’s it, Bitch,” he whispered as his fingers went to your clit so he could prolong it. “That’s it.”

Your body trembled as you did so. Not that he cared because he quickly pushed back into you. The way he fucked you made it clear he was searching for his own orgasm. Like he was using you to get off. For some reason that only made you want to cum for another time.

“You know what I should really show people you’re mine,” he said still slamming into you. “You’re getting your IUD removed, I wanna put a baby in you,” he said with a groan.

Ugh. You should have not tightened up around him like you did. Like you were waiting for it to happen right now. Or that for a brief moment you cursed yourself from not having had it removed already. Suddenly you wanted so badly for him to pump you full and not pull out until he was sure he’d given you his baby.

“Oh yeah I should have known a dirty little slut like you would want that,” he said. “Gonna let me get you pregnant?”

“Please, Daddy,” you begged. “I want it.”

“God you’re such a whore for me,” he laughed. “Let me get you pregnant just because I fucked you stupid.”

“I will.”

“Fuck,” he groaned loudly. “Yeah? Fucking slut.”

With that your third orgasm crashed on you. Pussy still managing to take him until he started to fill you up. His cum flooding into you as he pushed all the way in like he really was trying to fuck you pregnant.

He rolled off of you to pull you into his arms. Your chest heaving from. Body unable to move.

Chris kissed your forehead over and over again as you came down. “Are you okay?” He asked. “I know I usually don’t get that rough.”

You nodded, not even able to open your eyes. You were pretty sure he’d broken you. You don’t know how long you stayed like that. In his arms and barely coherent. Didn’t stop him from showering you with kisses.

“Daddy,” you whimpered and buried your head into his shoulder.

He chuckled. “That’s my girl. I’m sorry.”

“Me, too,” you replied.

“I wasn’t even mad at you. I just-“

You snapped up then to sit cross cross beside him. “What!”

“What?” He asked with a chuckle. “I saw you looking at me when me and him were arguing. I know that face you get. I just kept it going.”

Your jaw dropped. “So I was arguing with you for no reason!”

Chris laughed before scrunching up his nose. “Kinda.” Then he pulled you back down so he could kiss you again. “I’m sorry. I was acting!”

You glared up at him without saying anything and like the asshole he was he just kept laughing.

“Okay, okay, if it makes you feel better I still haven’t given you your birthday present. Or your cake.”

You rolled your eyes. “What flavor is it?”

“Red velvet.”

“Fine, but I get to smear it on your face and you can’t do anything about it.”

He cooed at you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Aw, my little troublemaker’s trying to get fucked like a slut again.”

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Correction reblog. 😉

Mr. Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

#AFBHBratChallenge Song: Throwback x Usher

Summary: You call off your wedding with just days to go. Is Mr. Evans going to be able to get you back?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF.  Read at your own risk. 

Anxiety, ANGST, love, fluff, drinking, cursing, strip clubs, flashbacks, politics, pink, SMUT, graphic sex, rough sex, a bit of degredation kink (name calling), squirting, a little breeding kink, sorta kinda dom!Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is for @afriendlyblackhottie ‘s Brat Challenge, #afbhbratchallenge. Ahhhhh! It feels weird venturing out, but I enjoyed it!  I hope you like it and I hope it stands up among all the great CE writers out here.

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You never miss a good thing ‘til it leaves you. 

Drinking helped ease the anxiety and stress. Normally, he staunched it with meditation, or better yet, a good dose of you, but you weren’t around. And you said you weren’t coming back.

Chris leaned on the bar in Onyx, his boys wondering where he was. They’d arrived there from The Gentlemen’s Club an hour before he went to drink this third round of Buchanan’s. The bartender recognized him, sure, but she pretended she didn’t. And for that, she got a $20 bill for each drink she poured him. 

Chris checked his phone and didn’t see a response from you. Any other messages didn’t matter. Memories came back, and he let them, wanting to feel how happy you’d made him.

“You’re gonna want me back.” Those were some of the last words you said to him. Now he was wishing you were here with him.

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[ramp-it-up]

So right!

TYSM for the read and reblog. I’m glad you enjoyed it!

Mr. Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

#AFBHBratChallenge Song: Throwback x Usher

Summary: You call off your wedding with just days to go. Is Mr. Evans going to be able to get you back?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF.  Read at your own risk. 

Anxiety, ANGST, love, fluff, drinking, cursing, strip clubs, flashbacks, politics, pink, SMUT, graphic sex, rough sex, a bit of degredation kink (name calling), squirting, a little breeding kink, sorta kinda dom!Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and it is for @afriendlyblackhottie ‘s Brat Challenge, #afbhbratchallenge. Ahhhhh! It feels weird venturing out, but I enjoyed it!  I hope you like it and I hope it stands up among all the great CE writers out here.

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You never miss a good thing ‘til it leaves you. 

Drinking helped ease the anxiety and stress. Normally, he staunched it with meditation, or better yet, a good dose of you, but you weren’t around. And you said you weren’t coming back.

Chris leaned on the bar in Onyx, his boys wondering where he was. They’d arrived there from The Gentlemen’s Club an hour before he went to drink this third round of Buchanan’s. The bartender recognized him, sure, but she pretended she didn’t. And for that, she got a $20 bill for each drink she poured him. 

Chris checked his phone and didn’t see a response from you. Any other messages didn’t matter. Memories came back, and he let them, wanting to feel how happy you’d made him.

“You’re gonna want me back.” Those were some of the last words you said to him. Now he was wishing you were here with him.

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