#chris evans filth

[iloveprettyboysblog]

Hate to See Him Go, Love to Watch Him Leave 😏🥵🔥

[worksby-d]

So Close

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Part two of We'll Get There. Showing Ari exactly what you’ve been up to for the two weeks he was gone.

Warnings: Age gap, inexperienced!reader, sex toys, masturbating, fingering, overstimulation, calling him “daddy,” 18+

Word count: ~1,500

a/n: I'm sorry for the 6-month wait ✋ Enjoy 🫡

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Hearing his front door open, you jump. You lost track of time waiting for him, but you quickly pull his comforter over yourself and listen intently to his footsteps coming toward the room.

There’s a silence when he walks in, one full of tension waiting to be cut by one of you acting on the anticipation.

Pushing his luggage against the wall, he stands back up, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

“What have you been up to?”

If his gaze finally on you wasn’t making you nervous all of a sudden, you would almost laugh at how normal he’s acting, as if he hasn’t spent the last two weeks sending you the nastiest texts and having hushed, obscene phone calls with you.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

Subtly looking around, he’s beginning to think your acting shy is a facade.

“Really?” He suppresses his smirk. “Just waiting for me to get back?”

“Yup.”

As he steps closer, you catch his eyes drifting toward the familiar toy on the nightstand next to you – clearly recently used.

“So if I…” His voice trails off as he gently pulls the sheets off of you, revealing no clothes on the bottom half of your body.

“Hey–”

Reaching to tug them back, feigning offense, is no use when a giggle escapes your lips.

“Ah-ah,” he stops you, pushing your hands away. “You couldn’t wait for me, babygirl?”

“Wanted to be ready for you,” you try to defend yourself, putting on a pout for good measure.

“Well,” he lets out a breath. You let him sit on the side of the bed and bring a hand between your thighs to part them, exposing your slick-covered skin. “Looks like you’re very ready. What got you so wet, princess?”

“Was watching that video you sent me,” you mumble, too embarrassed to say any more.

He won’t let you leave it at that though.

“Which one?” He smirks. “The one where I… told you exactly how to touch yourself for me? Or the one where I was moaning your name as I–”

He could keep going if you let him.

Flustered though, you try to squeeze your legs back together, but he doesn’t let you.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby…”

His teasing touch trails along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you’re desperate for his attention.

“The one where you called yourself daddy!” You blurt it out quickly, closing your eyes.

He laughs. “Oh, you liked that?”

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing to feel his fingers on your sensitive clit.

He gives in fleetingly, rubbing his middle finger in slow circles. You let out a moan of relief, effectively doing Ari in. For a moment, he finds it impossible to deprive you of what you've been so patient for since he last saw you.

“You gonna show daddy how well you can take your toy after all week?” He cooes, nearly mocking.

He didn't let you use it the first week he was gone, instructing you to get comfortable with your fingers and a few smaller vibrators first. He said you had to work up to it, that it would work if you listened to him.

“Yes!” You yelp when he pulls his finger away and slaps your pussy. “Please, daddy. I'll show you.”

Grabbing it off the table, he hands it to you and stands up just for a second to shed his jacket and jeans.

When he gets back on the bed, he has you move between his legs. Instead of your back against his chest, he turns you slightly so your legs are over his, giving him a view of what you're doing.

The small shift makes you feel a hell of a lot more vulnerable. But you find comfort in locking your eyes with his, catching a brief reassuring look before one of lust takes over again.

“Go on,” he nods, resting a hand on your thigh to keep your legs in place. “I've been waiting to see you like this again since I left…”

A desperate sigh falls from your lips as your head rests against his chest, warding off your embarrassment by closing your eyes and focusing on the heavy toy in your hand.

You let the tip of it glide through your dripping folds, shuddering when it touches your clit.

“The pictures weren't the same, baby,” he continues. “Sure, I got off, but nothing beats the real thing.”

The image of him jerking off to you flashes in your mind, the videos he sent leaving nothing to the imagination – Sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tips his head back, a large hand stroking his cock while the other caresses his balls, all while groaning your name.

It prompts you to finally push on the base of the dildo, the fat tip stretching you open.

“Ari,” you whimper, elusively squirming against him, against the evident erection nudging your hip.

He lets out a breath, trying to contain himself. “That’s a good girl.”

He watches as you thrust it deeper, working yourself up to almost taking it all.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, the initial twinge of pain quickly turning pleasurable.

“You're doing so well,” he praises. “Keep going.”

With how deep you feel it, you swear you're taking the whole thing. The pressure has you hurtling toward the edge already.

“So close, babygirl.”

His words have you peeking your eyes open, a quiet frustrated whine coming from you when you see that's not the case.

“Please, daddy,” you beg, grabbing his hand and putting it over yours, a silent plea for him to take over again.

Lucky for you, he’s feeling generous. He wordlessly replaces your hand with his, fucking you rougher than you had the nerve to do.

A loud moan rips from you as he thrusts the toy the rest of the way, finally filling up your needy pussy.

“Fuck,” you choke out, grasping at his forearm.

You think he's showing some mercy when he slows down, the drawn out drags of the fake cock allowing you to feel every bump and ridge of it against your tight walls.

But that doesn't last long until he's picking up the pace again, laying a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.

“My good girl can take it, can't she?”

Your rapid breaths make it hard to answer with words, so you nod, but that's not good enough for him.

His free hand slips farther down, fingers landing on your swollen clit, making you gasp.

“Can’t she?” He repeats.

“Yes, daddy,” you cry out. “Please.”

It becomes the only word you know, repeating it until the pleasure becomes too much.

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, legs trembling and involuntarily trying to close around his hand. He eases his fingers off your clit to slap your thigh, forcing your legs open, earning a high-pitched moan from you.

The toy practically slips out of your spasming cunt, and Ari lets it, prolonging your high by thrusting his fingers into you instead.

“There you go,” he growls, keeping you full with two fingers as his palm grinds against your clit. “Good girl cumming for me.”

“D– Da– Ari,” you shout, voice quivering as an unexpected second orgasm hits you. “It's– Too much.”

He knows it is by the way you stammer your words like that. He slowly stills his hand, easing away from your throbbing clit and pulling his fingers out of you carefully.

A few more whimpers of his name fall from your lips, your body torn between being over sensitive, but yet not wanting his touch to completely leave you.

“I've got ya,” he whispers, rubbing a warm hand against the side of your leg, up to your back as he pulls you closer against him.

A few residual shocks of pleasure, teetering on discomfort now, course through you as you curl up to him, nestling your face into his neck. Your heavy breaths are hot against his skin.

“I know that was a lot,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You okay?”

He can feel you nod against him as you hum. “Mhm.”

As your breathing finally steadies, you shift in his arms to get more comfortable.

Your side rubs against his still-hard cock again and he clears his throat to disguise the sharp breath he takes in, but you catch on anyway.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, scooting away just slightly. “Do I need to…”

“No, no,” he hushes you softly. “Not yet. We'll get there.”

He doesn't see your eyes widen upon hearing the words. Not again.

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[geminixevans-stan]

Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself. 

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions. 

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office. 

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second. 

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before. 

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after. 

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips. 

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.” 

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission. 

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused. 

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin. 

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him. 

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him. 

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice. 

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess. 

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say. 

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face. 

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were. 

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you. 

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time. 

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek. 

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him. 

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully. 

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go. 

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind. 

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa. 

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot. 

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end. 

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again. 

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him. 

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy. 

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you. 

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock. 

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next. 

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly. 

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole. 

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

 

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!” 

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation. 

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more. 

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her. 

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day. 

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him. 

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass. 

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly. 

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips. 

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you. 

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists. 

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically. 

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass. 

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?” 

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Chris and Reader public sex maybe? Bonus points if they get caught👀

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Deep moans fall from both Chris’s and YN’s lips as he slips inside her from behind, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Almost immediately he has to drop his head onto her shoulder, feeling his cock already start to twitch inside of her. She’s watching him closely in the mirror, smirk forming on her face at how gone he is already.

“No, fuck,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as she moves her hips against him, teasing him. “Already fuckin’ ruining me, give me a minute,” he breathes, his Boston accent getting thicker as he strains to stave off his orgasm. Hands tight on her hips, he holds her still as she continues torturing him, and he’s considering just pulling out and cumming on her ass and leaving her to finish herself off as punishment but she feels to fucking good to leave right now.

“The whole point of a quickie is that we’re quick, I don’t care if you don’t last just fuck me,” she rushes, her brattiness pissing Chris off and making him even more gone for her all at the same time. She presses her hands onto the sink in front of her and tries to use it as leverage to fuck herself on his cock, smiling to herself when he chokes on another moan.

He’s had enough, gathering his bearings before removing one hand from her hip to bring it to her neck, pulling her upper body to him. His lips are right next to her ear as he pulls out slowly just to slam into her with so much force that a surprised moan falls from her lips and her hands flail to grip the counter tighter.

A dark hum rumbles deep in his chest as he repeats the action, gauging her reaction. “I think you forgot who’s in charge here,” he teases, applying pressure on either side of her neck with his one hand.

Her eyes have already taken purchase in the back of her head, her mouth wide open as he picks up his pace, the leaking head of his cock ramming her g spot with each thrust. She’s unable to form a single thought, the only thing occupying her mind is the feeling of him fucking her so perfectly, managing to render her speechless in mere seconds.

“Look at that,” he coos condescendingly, not letting up on his thrusts. “All that talk and now you’re all cockdrunk for me. Dumb little baby just needed to be put in her place, hm?” he teases, now using his grip on her throat as leverage to fuck her deeper. The sound of skin slapping fills the restroom and they’re both certain that they can be heard from outside but Chris doesn’t care, his thrusts unrelenting.

Her moans increase tenfold when he manages to graze her cervix, her legs starting to shake beneath her as her orgasm builds deep in her belly. It’s like a third sense to him at this point, and he lets go of her throat just to press her face into the cool counter in front of her, once again using both hands on her hips as leverage. His thrusts get much harder as he knows that is what will get her there, and he’s just watching where they’re connected, her wetness starting to drip down the both of their thighs.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock just like you were made to,” he grits, his thrusts getting sloppy as his orgasm approaches once again. “Cum for me, and I’ll give you what you need,” just then there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door, angry swears following the sound.

YN makes an effort to have at least some remorse and quiet down but it’s so hard when he melts all thoughts in her brain. She’s about to tell him to give up and they can finish at home when he doubles his efforts, seemingly reading her mind. “Uh uh. You’re almost there, and I’m not stopping until you soak my fuckin’ cock. You can do it, just cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up,” he encourages. It’s like a switch flips in her mind, and she’s immediately taking advantage of her permission to cum, her tight channel locking down onto his cock and keeping him inside her as she cums with a loud cry of his name.

Neither of them are surprised when they hear liquid dripping onto the floor as the result, her cum dripping down her legs and even into her shoes. She’s honestly quite embarrassed that he can ruin her this way, but the thoughts are overpowered by the fog that’s filled her brain. He can feel the evidence of her orgasm dripping onto his fancy shoes as she overloads his senses and he can’t hold his off any longer. He cums with an animalistic groan, filling her to the brim with his orgasm and warming her from the inside.

The knocking continues, the person on the other side of the door threatening to call the police if they don’t come out right now. Once again, he ignores them, holding her close to him as she twitches with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. When she’s all settled he pulls out gently, and he can see his cum stating to drip out of her. He can’t resist spreading her a little bit further and squatting down to be eye level with her sensitive pussy.

A bold lick between her swollen lips makes her whine in overstimulation but she doesn’t move away, she stays put until he’s had his fill, and then he’s standing up to grab some paper towels to clean her legs, leaving the mess on the floor. He adjusts her dress and fixes his clothes as best he can before they’re walking out of the bathroom.

The look on Chris’s face is nothing short of smug as they exit, making direct eye contact with who he assumes is the man who’d been banging on the door, and by the disgusted look on his face he knew it was. He lets YN walk a little ahead of him as he stops to look the man in the eye. “Might want to get someone in there to clean that up,” he tells him, watching in amusement as his face falls at the meaning of his words.

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[bisexual-magnus-bane]

Sierra Six x Reader *smut*

“Are we ready to begin?”

His voice, deep and strong, reverberated off the walls and echoed into my mind. My legs shook from my nerves, anxiety through the roof at this point. He was dressed in a simple black shirt with a relaxed fit grey suit jacket and grey dress pants. A downright daddy, perfect for the part I guess.

I softly nod my head yes. This is an awkward situation I’ve gotten myself into and now I don’t even know how the hell to get out of here. He raises his eyebrow at me like I’m supposed to guess what’s up. “Words, use your words.”

Fuck. Fuck. “Yes I’m ready to begin.” My voice is quiet and I’m scared you can hear the tremble in it. He doesn’t seem to pick up on it, which I’m thankful for. “Why don’t we start off with something simple, I would like you to sit on this pillow beside me. Then you’re going to pass me the remote for the TV okay.”

At first I am shook, what the hell! Am I a slave? I don’t know but I also sort of enjoy it. I slink over as sensually as I can and plop down on my knees. “Being a sub, means always thinking about what could benefit or make your dom happy.” He speaks these words to me calmly, like this is an everyday sort of conversation. I feel my face on fire as I hand him then remote, my ears burn and I’ve never been happier to not be able to see myself. Thinking back to his words I proportion myself so that when he looks down at me he’ll get a great view of my tits. He gently grabs my chin all of a sudden causing a short breathy moan to fall from my lips.

“Perfect. See you’re a natural, you just need a little help getting there.” He is pulling my head into his lap, I try my hardest not to get as close to his cock as I want to. This meeting isn’t supposed to have any sexual contact in it, however I find myself craving it. I want to make him feel as good as he wants, I want him to order me around. His dick is pressed against the fly of his dress pants, I will not touch it unless I’m told to though. A sudden groan drags me out of my daze, causing me to realize I’ve been heart-eyeing his crotch the whole time. “Mmm baby girl you’re staring at my cock like it’s candy. I know we’re not supposed to be doing sexual contact until a few more meeting but would you like to have your first fully controlled blowjob?”

My small gasp is all the confirmation he needs however he waits until words seal the deal. “Oh god, yes Sir I would love to!” Ugh I’m desperate, but I can’t help it. My hands shake with nerves and fear of fucking up as he sets my head in his lap and goes to work with his pants.

It’s beautiful, red and raw. Just waiting to be loved by someone other than his hand. He takes hold of my head by using my hair, I moan with need for him at this. He pulls me to his cock and his warmth fills my mouth, as quick as it went in it was gone. Closing my eyes I let myself fall into the feeling of being degraded. He was rubbing his cock around on my face, tapping my cheeks and forehead with his thickness. To make it even more disgustingly hot, his cock had a sheen of my drool on it, smearing my face. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and bra?” I sighed at the loss of contact but did as I was told. He tells me he loves my perky breasts as he shovelled his manhood back into my mouth. Praises fell from his lips as I ate him, he told me that I was a good sub, a good girl, we were going to have so much fun together. I didn’t even pay attention to my own wetness, just focused on sucking, licking and rubbing his dick all up. He let me get messy and I let him tell me to. I had spit dripping down my chin, saliva and pre cum smeared on my cheeks and here I was rubbing his dick in between and all over my tits. They were completely soaked and oiled up from my spit and pre cum. He called me his good dirty whore while I did this and I mewled. He ended finally by calling me daddy’s filthy little girl and came right on my tongue. I swallowed some and then let the rest drip down onto, what are now, daddy’s breasts. He grabbed me by the hair and had me rest my head face to face with his soft red cock and we watched TV. I honestly wasn’t paying attention, I was thinking about how hopefully next time my daddy would pound my little pussy and make it his.

[coltrainbat]

what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.

I'm the Captain Now

A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V

You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den. 

Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position. 

You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off 

“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.

It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.

You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in. 

“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.

“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”

“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.

Steve gulped at the sight. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”

Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…

“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”

“Fuck me?” you said pointedly

“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”

“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”

“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”  

You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”

“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement. 

Catching himself, he cleared his throat

“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.

His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss.  Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”

Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically. 

You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp. 

You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer. 

You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.

Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.

“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.

“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.

Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist. 

He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you. 

You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest. 

Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?” 

He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely. 

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?” 

Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip. 

Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length. 

“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.” 

He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth. 

His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” 

“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly

“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”

“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.

“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly 

“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows. 

Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis. 

Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat. 

“Aghh Steve.”

“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.

“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.” 

You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.  

The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.

“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”

That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head. 

You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure. 

“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.” 

With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like. 

He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”

You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.

“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure. 

Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.

“Shit, what was that are you ok?”

You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’

Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Did I do that?”

You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release. 

With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.

 “Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”

“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt. 

His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close. 

“Holy shit.”

You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead 

“What’d you think Cap?”

“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss. 

He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making. 

You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity. 

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I was thinking about big sub Steve in pretty clothes, and then my mind was like...

What about Chris?

Everyone deserves some pretty clothes (if they want them), but... would he ever dabble? Would he want to try it?

Needless to say, Chris wouldn't think that it's gross, nor would he be weary of pretty, "feminine" clothes because that's not how he is. No toxic masculinity here. Besides, he fucking gets off on it hard when it's Sebastian dressed up in softer, prettier lingerie or more delicate velvet suits or pink, draping clothes or anything. So, he's got no room to think anything like that. The thought of it being immasculating doesn't cross his mind at this point in his life. He's very secure.

But more than the thoughts above, what I was thinking was, would Chris get anything out of it? 👀 Other than Sebastian enjoying the sight of him dolled up and displayed, would Chris like it?

I don't think Chris would be as eager as Sebastian was to indulge in pretty clothes, nor would he enjoy it as much as Seb does (or as much as big sub Steve does for that matter), but I don't think he wouldn't like it either 😏

So, Chris doesn't say no, he's not opposed, and he figures he might at least try it once. Fuck it, right? Then--

I just Thought:

The idea of Chris slipping into something softer and prettier absolutely comes from Sebastian. Seb jokingly suggests that some time, maybe Chris should try wearing panties like Seb does.

The comment is conceived by Seb sinking into his bratty side, feeling bold and playful and challenging just for the sake of challenging. He huffs to hide his grin as he draaags out the words that he puts all this effort into finding new panties after Chris ruins them after just one use--ripping them or making Seb cum in them, staining them, or whatever other debauched, unspeakable act they get up to--and he preps himself for Chris to fuck him and all this and that. Unfair. (It's fine. He doesn't really mean it, and he wouldn't change a thing, BUT he's bratting, okay? Sometimes words just jump out for the sake of getting a punishment 😏) Also, Chris' ass and panties? Amen, baby, because Seb would be on his knees in a SECOND. Sebastian needs to see him in panties once in his life for... his mental health. Yeah. It's what he needs. It's what he deserves.

At the time, Chris snorts and rolls his eyes, knowing that Sebastian's being a brat, but nevertheless grabbing his wrist and wrestling Seb to the floor, face down, grinding against his ass lightly and pinning his wrists, the edge of a laugh ruining the mock serious inquiry of, "oh yeah? You wanna try sayin' that again?"

But...

The joke-slash-hidden-suggestion does eventually turn into Chris getting panties.

It has to happen. Chris just can't get it out of his mind. What would it be like? Would he like it like Sebastian does? How would Sebastian react? Even if he knew it was coming, Chris couldn't imagine the reaction would be short of spectacular and a struck dumb and hopefully speechless Sebastian is the best. Also, though, how would he, himself, react? He's been in drag before for acting, but it wasn't... that wasn't serious. This would be different.

This is different.

It's happening.

And it sounds like it might be good.

It's good enough of a concept for Chris to find himself some panties. He doesn't go out online and find something hyper, hyper feminine like something that's shimmering and pink and has bows and lace, but... he also doesn't want to get something boring.

The panties (and, oof, how does just that make him want to blush? He's said panties a million times! He's seen them! He's just never--they've never been for him)... the panties he picks out for himself are tight. They're skimpy. They're see-through in the right places, cutouts at the hips. And they're... they are certainly not meant to contain a dick. They weren't build with housing a cock in mind. So, they hardly contain him. In fact, they squeeze him tight--tighter than he expected even though he knew they'd be tight--and hold his dick and balls close to his body and make him feel... attractive.

He obviously knew that Sebastian feels good in them, it's more than half of why he puts them on! He likes them! (And he also likes how Chris reacts to them.) They make him feel minxy and sweet and desirable.

Chris feels--he swallows thickly, turning this way and that in the mirror--desirable. He's by himself when he first tries them on, and he wasn't sure if he was going to wear them for Sebastian, but he knows that he's going to now. How could he not if he feels so touchable and good in them?

Then... what do they do when Chris, rather than Sebastian, is wearing panties?

Well.

For their first encounter with the pretty clothes flipped, Chris tops--which is the usual, not always, just more common--but it's different. It feels intense and yet fragile. Passionate but fumbling as if they're re-playing their first time together.

Chris decides that he wants to tease, and he wants to go all out.

He wants to draaag it out and blindside Sebastian with it--

So, he approaches Sebastian while fully clothed, nothing fancy, just his usual at-home attire, sweats and a t-shirt, but he has the fucking panties on underneath. At first, he's playful and innocent, sitting too close to the other man, putting his hands on him as much as possible, touching and scratching and holding, and following him, too. Shadowing him for a few hours. Sebastian is playful right back, laughing and shying away, batting at his exploring hands, telling him that he's too bored, he needs to find something to do other than bother him. He loves it, though. He thinks Chris is just being a typical asshole boyfriend until...

Chris follows Seb into the bedroom, more hindering his ability to put away their laundry than helping him. With the clothes folded and put away, Chris manages to surprise a gasp out of Sebastian, pushing him flat onto the bed. Lying him out on his back, pinning his wrists to the mattress easily, and putting his weight on his thighs. Immobilizing him.

"Oh," Seb laughs, recovering near instantly and going limp underneath his familiar weight, "you could've just said something if you wanted--"

Chris cuts his comment off with a hard kiss to that stupid, smart mouth. It's just too attractive. Shapely and pink. Yeah... 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Looming over him, closer and closer, Chris puts his lips to his boyfriend's ear, murmuring, "you put on a pretty enough show for me with this--" he presses the plug he snatched out of their walk-in closet into one of Sebastian's palms "--and I'll let you in on a suprise I have for you."

When he pulls back, Sebastian's eyes are much wider and darker. Suddenly, his pretty, wet tongue glides over his lips, "and if, if I don't?" His bratty challenge is ruined by the breathless sound of his voice.

"If you don't..?" Chris raises an eyebrow at him just to watch him squirm. He shrugs one shoulder, "well, I guess you just won't get to see the surprise, huh?"

Sebastian whimpers. His fingers had already curled around the plug, but now he squeezes it.

Letting off the pressure on his wrists, Chris sits back, smirking, "you givin' up already, pretty boy? You spoiled? Don't wanna do the work yourself, do you?"

"No," the word sounds more like a moan than anything else. "No," he steadies himself, "I'm, 'm--"

He doesn't finish.

Instead, he squirms out of his own comfortable clothes. Following orders. Sitting up on his elbows, stripping his shirt off over his head, and pushing the waist band of his shorts down. His nipples are hard, already. Cute. Chris would love to drag his blunt nails over them and make him cry out and beg for more. He's so responsive. So fun to play with.

Before Chris can completely change his plans just to hear Sebastian whimper while he plays with those poor nipples, he turns over, easily folding into position--hands and knees, back arched--then fully exposes himself. Underwear gone.

Without thinking--there are about to be zero thoughts in his head anyway--Chris tosses him some lube. Then, he wanders over to the easy chair they have in the corner of the bedroom for... reading. Just reading. No other reason.

Either way, Chris settles down. Spreading his legs wide enough to accommodate for the throb of his half-hard cock. He has to force down a moan when the smooth, soft fabric of the panties under his sweats move against him. Fuck. No wonder Sebastian likes them so much. And, speaking of Sebastian--

Sebastian.

Sebastian is mouthwatering. He's so fucking well practiced here. With his thighs spread, his skin pale and so fucking pretty with a sweet dusting of peach fuzz. One hand already slick and glistening from lube, and his other hand prying himself open--putting himself on display for Chris' hungry gaze. His hole twitches as he spreads lube around the sensitive, tight muscle.

God.

A groan tears out of Chris, twinned by the urge to grind his hips up into nothing but air and the silky panties that are doing nothing but getting tighter and tighter and tighter.

Who knew this would be such torture for him?

It's designed to be for Sebastian, but... Chris didn't realize what he was doing to himself.

On their bed, Sebastian holds himself open like the sweet, considerate boy he is, even if it makes fingering himself open more challenging.

One finger.

"Mmmm," Sebastian strings out a moan that he mostly muffled into the sheets, gripping his own ass tighter, dealing with the anticipation more than any actual pleasure just yet.

Two fingers.

"Chr-Chris," Seb whines, wetly fucking himself with two fingers. Lube's making a fucking mess of him already. He's so eager that it's gotten all around between his cheeks, dripping down his perineum and onto his balls, and smeared over his hand to his wrist.

"That's it, pretty boy," Chris rumbles. He's given in somewhat, not too hard, though. For now, he's just resting his hand heavily over his cock. Even if he aches to cup himself and squeeze and stroke and rub the thin, slick fabric of the panties over himself. He won't.

Not yet.

He's saving it.

Sebastian makes it hard, God, he makes it hard, but Chris wants to save as much as he can for his boyfriend. He wants to reward him well. Because, let's face it, there's no way this show wouldn't be pretty enough.

Three fingers.

Sebastian is panting into the bed. And he keeps making these sweet, helpless sounds that set Chris on fucking fire.

It's impossible for him not to talk him through it now. He can't help it. Rumbling, "that's it, that's it, baby, just like that. Ride those fucking fingers for me. Feed that pretty hole jus' like it deserves. Yeah, you better fucking treat it nice."

Sebastian mewls--he fucking mewls. Arching his back, too, like a cat in heat.

Chris wants him.

Chris wants him carnally. Desperately.

"G-guh," Sebastian cuts himself off with a cry that jolts through him, "'m gonna cum, can, can I-I wanna, wanna. Plug?"

How can he deny him?

Rambling, lust frying his brain, he answers, "yeahh, go on, baby, put that fuckin' toy inside you. You need it. I know you need it."

Sebastian pulls his fingers out of himself with an impressively lewd sound, complaining incoherently but obeying nevertheless. With slick fingers, he picks up the plug. Also, with lube-slick fingers, he drops the plug a few times.

"Silly boy," Chris chuckles.

Sebastian shivers.

So. damn. responsive. Chris will never fucking get used to it--how Sebastian has always been so electric and sensitive.

It's addicting.

He's addicting.

The sight of his hole taking and swallowing that fucking plug is unparalleled. It's so pretty. Spreading wide, wet and ruined, then stuffed full. Twitching and clenching, milking the damn thing like it's a real cock that he can seduce into fucking him good and hard.

Precious.

"N-now what?" Sebastian whines, his fingers balled into fists. He's shaking.

Aw, he is close.

So. close.

"Now," Chris drawls, breathing hard as he shifts, pulling himself to his feet and heavily prowling toward the bed, "now," Chris wraps his hand around Sebastian's bare ankle and pulls.

Seb nearly chokes on his spit in shock, coughing around a needy whine.

Meanwhile, Chris can only groan and put more of his stength into it--yanking him back to the edge of the bed where he can press his hips against the hard, flared base of the plug and plush cheeks of his ass. Instantly, any strength Chris had to not indulge in pleasuring himself slips away. He doesn't fucking care if the lube dripping out of Sebastian around the stretch of the plug stains the crotch of his sweats, he just has to grind against him.

Jesus.

The heat of Sebastian.

The friction of the panties.

It's too much, and Chris' hands bite into Seb's hips until he cries out, begging for anything, anything, anything--he just needs more. Tomorrow, he'll have fingerprint bruises. It doesn't matter. They're just grinding and grabbing and groping and panting and moaning. They lose a handful of heady minutes to the electric pleasure sparking between their bodies. It feels so good. It's so fucking hot. Chris could be fucking Sebastian like this--easily Chris could be fucking Sebastian like this, he could rip his sweatpants down, he could pull that plug out, throw it aside, and slide right in. He's already prepped. He's wet and hot and tight and--

Christ.

Head in the game, head in the fuckin' game, Evans, Chris tells himself through a growl. He wants to tear into Sebastian.

But he rips himself away from the siren that is Sebastian. So pretty and responsive and--get it together! Fuckin', Jesus.

"Your surprise--" he leans all his weight onto Seb, making him shake even worse, and smirking against his ear regardless "--is getting to grind yourself stupid on my lap." He leaves out the best part, for now.

Still, he whines.

"You want me on the bed, baby? What'd'about back in the chair?"

Sebastian presses his face into the bed, whimpering and drawing his legs tightly together like just the thought is making him all achy. God. Like he can't choose because he's just too fucking turned on and out of his mind.

"B-bed?"

"Okay, baby," Chris backs off, much to his complaint, and gets rid of his shirt. He leaves on his sweats for now, though, crawling onto the bed and sitting up against the headboard... he absolutely also notices the way that instead of hanging heavy from his body, his throbbing cock is trapped close to his body, hot, hot, hot.

Once he's righted his spinning head, Sebastian immediately notices his non-nakedness and pouts, huffing and pawing at his hips and thighs, "take these off. Please?"

"Take 'em off yourself, then," Chris grins manically.

Seb pouts but is too eager to complain otherwise, his hands fumbling and excitable, wrestling his sweats off him, inching them down until...

Bingo.

"Hnnghohmygod--" It all comes out as one long sound of desire. Overwhelmed and needy.

Chris is hit with arousal like a bat hits a ball.

"Chris-!?" Seb whimpers, eyes glued to his cock tenting the panties obscenely.

There isn't a moment before Sebastian's hands are on him. They just are. Touching him. Scrambling over the shiny, silky fabric. Unable to get a grip but trying so damn hard to. When he can't, he does the next best thing and dives in with a sob, rubbing his face against him. Cheek to the wet spot where Chris has been leaking, overflowing with desire.

Chris moans but can't help the laugh that comes out of him either, "baby, baby, baby," he chuckles, "gotta, gotta fuckin' g-get me outta these pants so you can have more fun--"

Sebastian doesn't stop, though. He's still fucking nuzzling him like a kitten. His back is arched worse now. And looking down the line of his spine and seeing that fucking plug between his cheeks, stuffed into him, his skin wet and glistening...

Jesus.

Chris is gonna die.

He yanks him up by the hair. Seb goes with it beautifully, his eyes rolling back into his head, mouth hanging open. Fuck. Chris just can't fucking take this. So, in a chaotic blur, he gets himself out of his sweats, ripping them down his legs around Sebastian, who's been stunned stupid.

He makes sure to leave the panties on even as he kicks off his sweats.

"You gonna grind yourself silly in my lap, baby?" Chris purrs, reminding that pretty little head of what he's supposed to be doing. But, well... if Seb wants his surprise to be nuzzling against his dick and crying and licking him through his panties, Chris can live with that, too. (Fuck. Either way, that needs to happen now or later. It's got to. Chris is gonna make Sebastian jerk him off through his panties, he'll cum, and then he'll make Seb lick him clean and hump against the bed between his spread thighs. He wants to see that pretty ass move, and that wicked mouth put in work.)

For now, Sebastian climbs up, straddling his thighs and--

"Oh," Seb keens, grabbing his shoulders hard while he shakes apart in his lap. Hips moving fucking sinfully on top of him. The hard, hot line of his cock against Chris'. The thin, thin, delicate fabric between them is extra fucking hot. They're both breathing so hard. Panting. Grasping at each other. They're attempting to kiss, but they're not--They're not coordinated enough anymore. Melted apart. Mouth's open and starved. Gasping and moaning. Sweating badly. Aching.

Pleasure overtakes Chris.

It feels, fuck, it feels so fucking good.

It's intense and obscene and he wants to crawl out of his skin yet he's not even the one grinding and moving and clenching around a fucking buttplug. It's no wonder that Sebastian is perfectly liquefied, melted in his lap. Crying--sobbing and shivering.

Chris digs his fingers into his ass, he wants to mark him up. He wants to bruise that peach of an ass. He wants to spank him, so he fucking spanks him and revels in his reaction to the pleasurable pain. Sebastian jolts, moaning his name and thunking his head down on his shoulder, pressing back into his palms on his ass and forward against his throbbing cock. Chris grabs and plays with the plug inside him. And again, he moans his name, he swears, and--

"Gonna cum," he weakly cries.

Chris is sweating.

Chris is burning up, "yeah-huh, sweetheart, gonna fuckin' make a mess of my panties, huh? You gonna do it? Gonna get me all dirty?" He goads him.

"Yuh-yeah!" Seb whines, moving faster, filtier.

And he fucking does. He jerks and twitches and pumps cum over Chris' tight stomach and his trapped cock. It looks fucking intense. It's too much.

He can't take it.

His pretty boy in his lap, moving, making all these gorgeous noises and pornographic faces. Jesus. Christ.

Yeah, the panties were a good idea 😮‍💨

Chris is right there with him, it's on the tip of his tongue to gasp, 'get me out, gemme out, Seb- c'mon, baby, I- oh god,' because he's just fucking on edge and fuck any plans he had to cum in these panties. He can't. But.

But.

Chris can't get the words out. All he can do is groan and orgasm hard, curling tightly around Seb, holding onto him. Chris is fucking wrecked by pleasure. Ruined. It feels too good. The friction is delectable.

[hunterbunter3000]

♡Durability Test♡

Just a lil thot I had today. 18+ mdni This pair you will DEFINITELY see more ♡ please excuse my ass attempt with smut :(

Just thinking about baddie!black!reader doing her own nails again and Steve Rogers is just watching her. It's quite fascinating to see; how she preps her natural nails, how she knows what kind of design she wants, and how she works with that weird sticky gel.

Steve has said many times that he would gladly pay to get them done professionally. But she always retorts with "They never do it the way I want them to, so I just do them myself. Plus, I like it when you watch me." And as always, his heart melts at her wanting to spend time with him, as they rarely have the time to.

Last time it was a baby blue coffin set with clouds, now it's a hot pink stiletto set with gems and glitter. God, Steve loves her creativity.

As she eyes her nails again and flicks some glitter off the tips, she smiles. "Done!"

Steve blinks, his head raises from laying it on the table. "Already? That was pretty fast. Faster than the last set you did." She chuckles. "Yeah well, once you do it for ten years you kinda become a professional." She brings her hands close to his face, her charms jingle on her many gold bracelets. "What do you think? Cute or sexy?" She asks as usual, always wanting her boyfriend's opinion on a new set. Even if she doesn't listen to it sometimes

Steve grins, his big hands caressing her ring clad fingers then kissing her knuckles. "I'd say both. I love the heart gems on them, making it cute. And the form of the nails make it sexy." She preens from his honesty, giggling like a school girl. "Awww, thank you baby! I'm so glad you like them!" She leans over to kiss his cheeks, then his mouth; an action Steve relishes in every time.

"Now I just need to test the durability on these." She says randomly. Steve's eyebrow quirks. She's never said this before. Did she do something wrong on them? They look firm to him. "Test?" He asks, the curiosity looking so adorable on his handsome face. "Test them how?"

"Fuck!" Steve shouts. His voice cracks when he shoots another load inside her.

It was a blur on how they both got here. There were so many kisses and touches from the table to the bedroom. Both of them already naked when they hit the bed. He should've seen the mischievous glint in her eyes when he asked that question.

Now two hours later, sweat drenched the sheets and the air smelled of cocoa butter and sex. Steve's peach colored skin now tinted with red lines from his insatiable girl's new nails. His abs, chest especially chest and carved arms are layered with etches of nail drags. "Baby...baby, please..." Steve whines. His hands digging into her thick hips as she grinds on his over worked cock. She giggles like a drunken sailor. "Almost done, sweetheart... just n-need a little more." Her hands trail up to his neck, feeling his pulse with the pads of her fingers. "You're enjoying this so much, Stevie." She moans out. How could he not? The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of her moans and her movements on his thick cock is making him go dumb. Shannon couldn't even get him to cum half the time He went to say something but was cut off by two things happening at once: 1. Her nails digging into his neck and going down to his nipples 2. Her hot, wet pussy clamping down on him so hard his brain short circuits.

"Oh fuck, yes!" She cries out, feeling his seed overflow in her womb again. Both of their thighs start to tremble from the overstimulation. So full, so fucked. She slowly comes down from her high and peeks at Steve. His eyes rolled in the back of his head with an "o" shaped mouth, small grunts come out of him just like his cum from his dick. She catches her breath and smiles.

"Oh sweetheart, that was perfect. Now turn over. I need to do your back."

[ashbrat488]

Dessert

Jake Jensen Smutty One Shot

Word count: 1,840

Bailey entered the apartment and set the groceries on the kitchen counter and called out, "Jake?" She shrugged and kicked off her tennis shoes and ventured further into the apartment as she heard Jake yelling from the computer room.

"Fucking noob. Go cry to your mommy."

She laughed as she pushed the door open to find him in his underwear, sitting behind his computer with headphones on his head, yelling at the screen. "Jake..." She approached him to lean down and press a kiss to his cheek as he pushed the headphones partially off one ear. "Almost done?"

"Yes, baby... 5 minutes."

She climbed onto his lap as he groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep both hands on the controller. "How about now?" She pulled up the skirt of her dress to grind her pussy against his cock through their underwear.

"Bailes... baby. I'm trying to beat this kid..."

"You don't have to stop," she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck before nipping at his lobe. She pulled his lobe into her mouth as she felt his cock twitch under her.

"Oh, come on!" Jake yelled, causing her to jump slightly in his lap as he chuckled. "Sorry, babe." He adjusted the headphones on his head and tossed the controller onto the desk. He gripped her waist, keeping her on his lap as she tried to stand up. "Sorry kid. I'm gonna go fuck my girlfriend."

She giggled as he tossed the headphones onto the desk with his controller. "I have ice cream melting in the kitchen..."

"I don't need long, baby." He pulled the dress off her shoulders, hearing a rip.

"Jake!" She hit him in the chest as he smirked, biting down on her shoulder as she whimpered. "Bragging you don't need long isn't exactly a turn on..."

He chuckled, reaching down between them to pull his cock free. "Doesn't have to be slow to be good. I think you know that."

She leaned up, pushing her panties to the side to lower herself onto him. She whimpered his name softly as he groaned at the feel of her pussy squeezing his cock.

"Just hold on tight." He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, enjoying the feeling of her tightening around him as he reached up to squeeze her tits.

He placed a few smacks to her ass as she continued to ride him slowly. He pulled the top of her dress down to expose her breasts to him. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, bringing a low moan from her as he squeezed harder, releasing a flood of arousal onto him.

"Ah, fuck!" He slammed her hips down, making her gasp.

"That's it, Bailes. Take it deep." He rubbed his thumb over her clit as he took a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"Oh god..." She cried out, rocking faster and faster.

Jake gripped her hair tightly in his fist, watching her bounce up and down, moving closer to an orgasm. Her face was flushed, eyes closed as she threw her head back, calling out his name. He bit down hard on her other nipple, hearing her shriek in pleasure.

Her pussy tightened around him, milking his cock as she shuddered on top of him, her body quivering from her release. She collapsed against him, panting. "Holy shit... Jake..."

"What flavor ice cream?"

She giggled, evading his question, and locked her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Eventually, she broke the kiss and slid off his lap, letting her tattered dress fall to the floor. "Go put the groceries away while I change."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded with a playful salute before leaping to his feet as she exited the room ahead of him.

When she emerged from the bedroom, wearing only one of Jake's t-shirts, she discovered him perched on the kitchen counter, indulging in ice cream straight from the carton. She approached him, positioning herself between his legs as he fed her a spoonful of chocolate ice cream. "Ice cream for dinner?"

He nodded with a mischievous grin and offered another spoonful. "And you for dessert..."

She takes the ice cream from his hand as he frowns. "Why not dinner and dessert at the same time?"

"Wha--?" His eyes widen as she smirks, running away from him to the bedroom with the ice cream. "You dirty girl!"

She giggles as he bursts into the room and she points to the bed. "Lay down... no wait!" She hands him the carton of ice cream and grabs an old blanket from the closet to lay out over the bed. She takes the ice cream back from him with a playful smirk. "Ok, drop your underwear and lay down, big boy."

Jake complied quickly, dropping his underwear to the ground before laying on top of the blanket on his back. "Ready..."

Bailey set the ice cream on the side table and grabbed a blindfold from the drawer, handing it to Jake as he sighed, placing it over his eyes and laying back once more. Bailey grinned, grabbing the ice cream carton and kneeling on the bed beside Jake after removing her shirt, dropping it onto the ground.

He gasped softly as he felt her place the cold carton on his chest as his arms laid idly at his sides. "Bailes," he moaned softly as he felt her drag her thumb lightly over the tip of his cock as it twitched, half hard once more.

"Shh..." She scooped a large spoonful of ice cream out of the carton and set it on the beside table before dropping the ice cream on his chest. She chuckled as he gasped louder this time, biting his lower lip. She used the spoon to drag the ice cream along his chest and abdomen. She brought the spoon up to her mouth and licked it clean as Jake groaned in anticipation. She set the spoon to the side and moved to straddle his legs, leaning down to drag her cold tongue along the underside of his cock.

He gripped the towel under him, bucking his hips up as she moved to avoid his cock. Instead she dragged her tongue along the ridges of the muscles along his abdomen. He groaned as she crawled forward to his chest, dragging her tongue along his stomach, sucking up the melted ice cream from her path. She dragged her teeth back down his chest and stomach, leaving small bites.

She slid back up his body, gliding her wet pussy down over the head of his cock, teasing him. He clenched his fists in the sheets as she teased him again, sliding up and down his length. He moved his hands down to grab her hips, wanting to force himself inside her.

"Tut tut," she reprimanded, knocking his hands away from her as he groaned and slammed them back at his sides. "You want my pussy, don't you Jakey..."

He nodded at her teasing, inhaling sharply as he felt her drag her nails down his chest and stomach. "Bailes... please..."

"I love it when you beg," she breathed against his mouth, pulling back each time he tried to kiss her. "I think you can do better... tell me what you want, Jake."

"Fuck! Bailey!" He bucked his hips as she dragged her pussy along his shaft once more, causing precum to leak out the tip. "God... I need your pussy on my cock."

"Hmm..." She giggles, sealing her mouth over his, her tongue probing against his as she grinds her wet pussy over the head of his cock. She trailed kisses down his jaw and neck to his chest as he breathed heavily. "Say it..."

"I need your pussy, Bailes..." He growls as she grinds her wet pussy against him, pressing her clit against him.

"You mean like this?" She raised her hips and moved her pussy down the full length of his cock, moaning loudly as she began to ride him slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside him again. She rocked her hips slowly, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, listening to him moan as he held on tightly to her hips, begging for her to move faster.

"YES!" He gripped her thighs tightly, pushing her hips down onto him. She gripped his forearms tightly as she rocked back and forth, letting her walls slide down his shaft. "Bailey... baby... I need more."

She giggled, slowing her pace and continued to tease him by rubbing her clit along the ridge of his cock, raising herself only to drop herself back down on him, causing him to grunt. She grabbed his hands, locking their fingers as she held them above his head. "Who's in charge here?"

He struggled against her grasp for a moment before grinning. "You are."

"Now that's a good boy..." She continued to tease him, bouncing slowly on his cock.

"Fuck, Bailes..." He thrusted his hips up as she stilled, forcing a groan from him. "More... I need more..."

"Are you going to cum for me, Jakey?" She teased, continuing to tease him by grinding her wet pussy down on his cock.

"Please, Bailey... I need to cum so bad... please let me cum in you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to bite his bottom lip gently as he continued to thrust his hips up towards hers. She ran her nails down his chest, stopping at his nipples, tugging at them roughly. She glanced up at him as she slowly rocked her hips, increasing the speed of her rhythm. She removed his blindfold before taking his wrists into her hands once more and forced them above his head, gripping them tightly together.

"Mmmm..." She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, tasting the remnants of her sweet ice cream as she released him from her grip. "Cum for me. Fill me up..."

"Bailey... oh god... I'm close..."

"Then take me, Jakey. Show me how much you love fucking me."

"Harder..." He begged, looking up at her as she smiled at him seductively. She obliged, beginning to rock her hips faster, hitting just the right spot as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. He felt her tighten around him as she reached her climax, moaning loudly as he continued to drive himself into her until he filled her with his cum. They sat there silently for a few moments, gasping for breath as she rested against his chest. Finally, Bailey looked up at him, kissing him softly.

"Good boy," she whispered against his lips before capturing his mouth with hers.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, lips locked, before Bailey slipped off of him and headed to the bathroom to wash up. When she returned, she grabbed the carton of ice cream from the bedside table and smiled at Jake. "Take a shower and I'll go make a proper dinner."

He grinned, leaping to his feet to pull her against his chest. "And then we can have dessert again?"

"If you're a good boy," she promised, planting a quick kiss on his lips as he released her.

"Yes ma'am." He winked at her before they parted, her toward the kitchen and him toward the shower. 

Find the ongoing story here: Haunted - A Jake Jensen Fanfic

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Don’t leave me

Summary: You and Steve spend what could be your last night together.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F! Reader

Square filled: ‘Don’t leave me, please.’

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, but also angst.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo . A smutty angsty piece for Mr. Rogers.

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There was a dreadful silence that fell over the room as Steve finished his speech, crossing his arms over his chest with finalty, lips set in a thin line as he let the words sink in.

This was it.

The final battle, the only way to put an end to it all. It was the best chance you had to bring back all those lost in the blip and defeat Thanos for good.

“Have a good night’s sleep everyone. Tomorrow’s battle is ours, we have the chance to make things right and we’re going to win. Whatever it takes.”

You had to give it to him, if there was anyone who could boost the morale of the team, it was Steve Rogers.

As the team dispersed, your eyes met across the table, a whirlpool of emotions ran through them. His piercing blue gaze sharp with determination but also desire. Desire to hold you in his arms once more for he feared it could be for the last time.

You stood up tentatively, making your way towards the door before glancing back at Steve, who was already making a beeline for you, his pace hurried and determined. Nat suggested everybody gather for dinner but you had other plans.

“I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.” You reached up on your tiptoes to whisper into Steve’s ears, a flash of lust unmistakable in his eyes as he grabbed you by your elbow and headed towards your bedroom.

The door shut with a soft click as you switched on the lights and let him in, any words you were about to utter got swallowed as Steve wasted no time in capturing your lips in his. The kiss had urgency, one you had been feeling for a while now, his tongue traced your lips tenderly, as if remembering every little detail. Your mouths molded together perfectly, tasting and exploring each other, breathing in the familiarities as your hands found themselves behind Steve’s neck.

“Jump.”

Steve whispered against your skin urgently, grabbing the back of your thighs as you wrapped them around him and carried you towards the bed.

You half expected him to throw you on the bed like he had several times in the past, instead he gently lay you on your back, staying close as he caged you between his broader frame, pulling back to reveal those beautiful baby blues now darkened with lust. Your hands cupped his face, eyes adoring his features while your breaths mingled.

“Steve…”

“I know. This isn’t goodbye.” He murmured.

“Better not be. You are coming back to me after tomorrow, yes?”

His fingers carded through your hair, eyes shut momentarily as he leaned his forehead to yours remaining silent at your question.

He silenced your imminent words by slanting his lips on yours in a searing kiss, one that elicited a moan that got drowned in his mouth as his groin brushed against yours, lightly teasing.

His tongue implored and battled with yours, bruising your lips with palpable urgency and need. With deft fingers, he peeled your top away and discarded it without a second glance, following suit with your pants. Steve stopped your attempts of unhooking your bra, instead grabbed your wrists and planted them above your head firmly.

“I got you baby. I got you.”

His hot breath sent tingles down your spine as he nuzzled his face against yours, casting your bra aside to reveal your breasts. Kneading them with his free hand, his fingers toyed with your nipples causing them to harden into aroused buds.

“My (Y/N/N), so beautiful.”

He continued mapping your skin, wanting to remember every curve that he explored, wanting to record every little sound you made as his hand travelled south, dipping inside your panties to feel your core. Your skin felt alive as Steve’s fingers touched your moist folds, gently prodding to reveal your bundle of nerves, swallowing your moans he teased your clit by rubbing his thumb in circles, achingly slow with his pace, chuckling when your hips lifted off the bed to gain more contact.

Arousal gathered between your legs as he relentlessly teased your lower lips, applying the right amount of pressure to your clit while adding a finger inside your tight heat, grunting as your walls welcomed him.

“Steve…”

“Patience, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.”

He nipped at your skin, kissing down your neck languidly as he took a second to rid you off your panties, assuming the stroking and stretching of your walls once more, preparing you for him.

With your wrists locked in his grip, there wasn’t much you could do except surrender to the sweet torture, arch your back each time his fingers massaged your walls and beg for more as your cries filled the room.

The coil in your belly was beginning to tighten with every passing second and Steve could sense it but he had other plans.

His fingers retracted from your entrance to undo his pants and boxers instead and join your pile of clothing, he let you watch as he gave his length a few lazy pumps before lining up, slipping only the tip inside to gather your arousal.

There was only a second to spare before Steve entered you, your walls welcoming his sizeable length as they stretched and burned, a low grunt echoing from his chest after he bottomed out.

‘I am going to miss this.’ He thought to himself, being sheathed in your warmth, watching your beautiful face contorted in pleasure as you took him, the way your body accommodated and accepted him as if you were meant to be.

“Steve please.”

You begged breathlessly, wanting your arms to be around him as he fucked you. This time he let go, letting his arms rest on either side, caging you in between as he pulled out and gently pushed back in, setting an unhurried pace, letting you feel all of him.

With every slow thrust, you felt the ridges and veins on his cock, pushing into you and stoking the fire that burned deep within your belly.

As Steve worshipped every inch of your skin, he couldn’t push down the lump that formed in his throat. His heart felt heavy with the decision he had made, one that he hadn’t shared with anyone, especially you for he knew you’d be heartbroken.

He wished to remember you like this, happy and beautiful, and he wanted to leave you with one last happy memory of the two of you together.

Steve loved you with all his heart, and yet the urge to make things right overpowered that love. There was no other way.

“Steve, look at me.” You whispered, pulling his face close to yours, almost reading his thoughts as his eyes fluttered open, revealing all the love he held in them laced with anguish.

“I love you.”

Three simple words that broke his heart into a million pieces because he couldn’t bring himself up to say it back.

Instead, he quietly whispered your name as his hand caressed your face, dipping his head down to capture your lips once more.

He maneuvered you in bed so you lay on your stomach, pulling your hips up and parting your cheeks to enter you once again.

“Grab the headboard for me, will ya?”

A hand splayed over your back, Steve impaled you with his cock, his pace picking up as you held onto the headboard as instructed, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

The coil tightened in your belly as his cock brushed against your spot every time, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your mewls drove him mad as he felt your thighs tremble and shake, bringing his fingers over to tease your bundle of nerves, he knew just how to push you over the edge.

His hips faltered as your walls clenched over his cock, spasming as your orgasm washed over you and you came, crying out his name, your body shuddering under him.

You barely registered his cock twitching inside you until you felt warm cum filling you up, his hot breath fanned against your ear, shallow and irregular as your sweaty bodies fell against the plush mattress.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).”

Steve murmured, still out of breath as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you to his chest, burying his face in your neck to breathe you in.

“Then don’t leave me, please.”

You choked on a sob that escaped involuntarily, your body curling into his as he gently caressed your arms in attempts to soothe you.

You knew him too well, he couldn’t lie to you even if he tried. He would sacrifice everything for a mission, even if it meant breaking your heart and his own to save the world.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He whispered, shutting his eyes to let a few stray tears escape as he held you.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, wrapped in Steve’s arms and yet he had felt so distant.

Exhausted, you didn’t realise when sleep took over or when Steve untangled himself from you right as the morning rays lightened the horizon. He glanced at you one last time, watching you sleep so peacefully made him hate himself for doing this to you.

Careful not to wake you, he pressed his lips to your forehead one final time and covered you with a blanket. Quietly he returned to his room and pulled out the compass with Peggy Carter’s photo, the woman he never stopped loving, the woman he was meant to be with, whom he was returning to.

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Stucky Saturday 💙🖤

[oh-sofarfromhome]

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All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you. 

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now. 

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you. 

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong. 

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in. 

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed. 

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click. 

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick. 

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting. 

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose. 

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue. 

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure. 

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present. 

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation. 

 There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word. 

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.” 

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him. 

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.” 

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough. 

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back. 

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked. 

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. 

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you. 

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold. 

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal? 

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for. 

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole. 

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat. 

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up. 

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in. 

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking. 

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction. 

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet. 

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.” 

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs. 

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. 

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth. 

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time. 

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him. 

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more. 

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place. 

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over. 

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust. 

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t 

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you. 

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace. 

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick. 

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest. 

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe. 

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life. 

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core. 

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear. 

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears. 

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy. 

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock. 

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved. 

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter. 

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick. 

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck. 

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock. 

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows. 

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue. 

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down. 

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art. 

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there. 

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap. 

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly. 

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

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