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hello 🥺

sorry I’ve not been around much on here. The last 18 months have been pretty crazy and I’ve had a baby since last updating. i hope you’re all ok though and im thinking of you at this time of year 😊

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PSA to Real Person Fiction (RPF) Writers

Had trouble pasting the video here, but @ao3commentoftheday posted this video about this announcement from Channel 4.

You can view Channel 4’s Twitter post regarding their new show at the link below, but I recommend you to read the full article announcing Channel 4’s fan fiction puppet series.

Here is a quote from the article:

Channel 4 has commissioned a new comedy entertainment series from RDF seeing celebrities reading steamy fan fiction acted out by a cast of lookalike puppets.

In each episode of The Really Really Rude Puppet Show (w/t), Mel Giedroyc invites a different celebrity to read an erotic piece of creative writing where the celeb is the lead protagonist. Each character in the story is brought to life by a band of puppets voiced entirely by the celebrity and Mel.

According to @ao3commentoftheday, Channel 4 representatives are also already commenting on AO3 works asking writers to write RPFs for their show. AO3 is currently deleting the comments as spam.

What’s happening now is an issue in more ways than one. Beyond writers being exploited for their free content, their EROTIC fiction will be read out by their intended celebrity through puppets with the effect of making fun of the written content (nevermind the fact that it’s making fun of women and queer sexual expression) and potentially making these celebrities feel very uncomfortable.

It’s already mentioned in @ao3commentoftheday’s video, but TO ALL RPF WRITERS AND ESPECIALLY TO BRITISH RPF WRITERS—HIDE YOUR RPF WORKS, both current and future works.

On AO3, you have the option to private individual works so that they are only viewable to registered AO3 users (for those who are not AO3 users, your AO3 mutuals can send you an invitation). Tumblr also has settings to hide your blog from external search engines such as Google and only make it viewable to Tumblr registered users. I’m not sure what features are available on Wattpad or FFN in terms of hiding fan fic works, but if anyone uses those sites, please be sure to hide your RPF works from public view if possible.

As a fan fiction community, it’s especially vital now that we continue to prevent our works from being exploited and ridiculed.

Please jump in if there is anything I am missing—or something that I am saying that may unintentionally be misinformation.

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Eeee!! This is truly a whole ass mood if I ever saw one. 

Thank you so much for reading 😘

A Repeated Lesson.

Actor: Chris Evans. Request: brat taming - @andy–barber Words: 2468 Warnings: photos being sent, fingers in v, slight throat grabbing, spanking, mentions of a belt to bite down on but not in detail, brief mentions of voyeurism and my terrible typos thanks to sleep deprivation and no BETA.

As before, with my toe barely dipped in the Chris smut pool, please be kind and likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) Until then, I’m hitting post, throwing my phone and hiding. 

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You enjoyed pushing Chris’s buttons - until you couldn’t. Whether that be because your hands were restricted and could no longer tease him or you were gagged with your underwear, your own wetness smearing over your tongue as his fingers thrust inside you or because he’d restrain you, forcing you to watch every stroke of his hand up and down his thick cock in ways that you wish your pussy would.

He should have known that you’d play up. Should have known it was coming because you’d been far too well behaved for too many weeks now and while he’d always promised that he’d train the brat out of you, he couldn’t have thought he’d succeeded…could he?

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A REPEATED LESSON WAS SO GOOD IM OVER HERE SWEATING JUST THINKING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

I'm kinda tempted to write a lil drabble of him watching it back and reminiscing as he strokes himself bc 🤤🤤

A Repeated Lesson

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I watched my fingers type that line without my mind even fully processing the thought and I sat there shook but it absolutely had to stay in. 

Thank you so much for reading!

A Repeated Lesson.

Actor: Chris Evans. Request: brat taming - @andy–barber Words: 2468 Warnings: photos being sent, fingers in v, slight throat grabbing, spanking, mentions of a belt to bite down on but not in detail, brief mentions of voyeurism and my terrible typos thanks to sleep deprivation and no BETA.

As before, with my toe barely dipped in the Chris smut pool, please be kind and likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) Until then, I’m hitting post, throwing my phone and hiding. 

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You enjoyed pushing Chris’s buttons - until you couldn’t. Whether that be because your hands were restricted and could no longer tease him or you were gagged with your underwear, your own wetness smearing over your tongue as his fingers thrust inside you or because he’d restrain you, forcing you to watch every stroke of his hand up and down his thick cock in ways that you wish your pussy would.

He should have known that you’d play up. Should have known it was coming because you’d been far too well behaved for too many weeks now and while he’d always promised that he’d train the brat out of you, he couldn’t have thought he’d succeeded…could he?

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Plz write the Rafe fic oml

As soon as my inspiration cooperates, I'm all yours.

I can give you this teaser though from a different Rafe fic I started...

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When he begins to throw stones at the window panes, you pull yourself out of bed, pausing briefly at the edge before your feet have touched the ground to ensure your legs would be able to hold you upright. The old band shirt hangs loosely against your thighs with nothing else beneath it, and you make your way to the window. He stands, looking up expectantly with a four pack of beer in one hand and swaying ever so slightly as he all but sings your name.

“Go home Rafe,” you say with a sigh, after opening the window.

“Why? C’mon, lemme in.”

“Go. Home.”

“Ain’t no pussy I wanna eat there waitin’ for me.”

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One False Move, You Took Me On. 

Above teaser will be I Almost Told You That I Loved You. 

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Uh, a drabble you say? Of Chris watching back the video? YES PLEASE. 😍😍 (But only if you truly want to of course! Your writing is just fantastic and I look forward to more.)

Oooffft. I'm living for these thoughts.

I may just have to write it 😏😏

Thank you so much! I've been super nervous thanks to a writers block, so you've put the biggest smile on my face and some smutty thoughts in my mind.

a repeated lesson

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Thank you so much for reading 😍😍

A Repeated Lesson.

Actor: Chris Evans. Request: brat taming - @andy–barber Words: 2468 Warnings: photos being sent, fingers in v, slight throat grabbing, spanking, mentions of a belt to bite down on but not in detail, brief mentions of voyeurism and my terrible typos thanks to sleep deprivation and no BETA.

As before, with my toe barely dipped in the Chris smut pool, please be kind and likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) Until then, I’m hitting post, throwing my phone and hiding. 

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You enjoyed pushing Chris’s buttons - until you couldn’t. Whether that be because your hands were restricted and could no longer tease him or you were gagged with your underwear, your own wetness smearing over your tongue as his fingers thrust inside you or because he’d restrain you, forcing you to watch every stroke of his hand up and down his thick cock in ways that you wish your pussy would.

He should have known that you’d play up. Should have known it was coming because you’d been far too well behaved for too many weeks now and while he’d always promised that he’d train the brat out of you, he couldn’t have thought he’d succeeded…could he?

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Oh 🥺🥺

im so happy you loved this. I had so much “fun” writing this.

BUT HOW DARE YOU REMIND ME THE LAST BIT??? A lil drabble maybe? 👀

A Repeated Lesson.

Actor: Chris Evans. Request: brat taming - @andy–barber Words: 2468 Warnings: photos being sent, fingers in v, slight throat grabbing, spanking, mentions of a belt to bite down on but not in detail, brief mentions of voyeurism and my terrible typos thanks to sleep deprivation and no BETA.

As before, with my toe barely dipped in the Chris smut pool, please be kind and likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) Until then, I’m hitting post, throwing my phone and hiding. 

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You enjoyed pushing Chris’s buttons - until you couldn���t. Whether that be because your hands were restricted and could no longer tease him or you were gagged with your underwear, your own wetness smearing over your tongue as his fingers thrust inside you or because he’d restrain you, forcing you to watch every stroke of his hand up and down his thick cock in ways that you wish your pussy would.

He should have known that you’d play up. Should have known it was coming because you’d been far too well behaved for too many weeks now and while he’d always promised that he’d train the brat out of you, he couldn’t have thought he’d succeeded…could he?

Keep reading

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A Repeated Lesson.

Actor: Chris Evans. Request: brat taming - @andy--barber Words: 2468 Warnings: photos being sent, fingers in v, slight throat grabbing, spanking, mentions of a belt to bite down on but not in detail, brief mentions of voyeurism and my terrible typos thanks to sleep deprivation and no BETA.

As before, with my toe barely dipped in the Chris smut pool, please be kind and likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) Until then, I’m hitting post, throwing my phone and hiding. 

_

You enjoyed pushing Chris’s buttons - until you couldn’t. Whether that be because your hands were restricted and could no longer tease him or you were gagged with your underwear, your own wetness smearing over your tongue as his fingers thrust inside you or because he’d restrain you, forcing you to watch every stroke of his hand up and down his thick cock in ways that you wish your pussy would.

He should have known that you’d play up. Should have known it was coming because you’d been far too well behaved for too many weeks now and while he’d always promised that he’d train the brat out of you, he couldn’t have thought he’d succeeded…could he?

Boys night. Game night. Beers, food, snacks were laid out and the Super Bowl was ready to go on the larger than life screen in the “man cave”; a room deserving only of that title once every few months as you spend more time in there with him than any of his friends. You’d played the part perfectly, wearing snug fitting sweatpants and a football jersey to match his. You’d even playfully smeared the team's colours over your cheeks, drawing the line at that point, to put your hair in pigtail bunches. That came later. Your smile was warm and welcoming, the hugs you gave each of the men were just enough of a cuddle without holding on too long.

You made sure they had a drink of their choice in their hand and something to nibble on within ten minutes of walking through the door before you ushered them into the room and went about your business. Maybe Chris did know, he would lean back in the chair to get a view of you, eyes narrowing sceptical at your overly nice act but when nothing came of it by the half time mark, he seemed to relax a little more. Laughter, conversations, jokes and silence echoed through the home the two of you had created together, reaching you no matter where you seemed to be in the house. Dodger, splitting his time between the men and you, loved the busy house, the change in atmosphere and the love and attention that was poured upon him.

But you saw the way Chris froze up when he heard you complaining you were hot. His friends may not have noticed it but you had and so, your own game had started. Each time you entered the room, you felt his eyes upon you, searching to see what you’d done differently. Rather than relax when nothing had, it only made the anticipation and your excitement grow.

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to open a window?” You ask, sitting down in one of the chairs, drawing one leg beneath you and bending the other at the knee, placing your foot on top of the other. You pretend to fan yourself with one hand as the other wraps itself around a bottle of beer. It wasn’t your favourite thing to drink, but it wasn’t the liquid inside the bottle that you wanted.

Chris’s cheek twitches as he notes you’re now without your sweatpants, and have opted for a small pair of shorts instead and your hair pulled into the bunches. Not much is on show as your legs part, the jersey still falls down your body and pools in your lap, even with your thighs parted but he knows now what you’re playing. You’ve seen women wearing less in the clubs and on the streets on a hot summer's day, so this does little to gain his friend’s attention. But it wasn’t theirs you wanted.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you pretend to be scrolling for a while before sending a picture you’d taken upstairs during your wardrobe change. You’d stood in front of the mirror, jersey pulled up to your belly button, legs just parted, back arched, butt sticking out behind you in the classic “instagram” pose. Your perfect little pussy both on show and hidden, you’d zoomed in to make sure that he could see enough without it being a truly open leg exposing shot, it was enough to hopefully draw a reaction from him. You’d also taken another with your back to the mirror, arms up above your head to pull the jersey high up on your thighs, the curve of your ass cheeks visible beneath as you’d leant forward, a hint of your pussy on show between your open thighs. Switching to aeroplane mode before it sends, you’re able to sit and pretend to be watching the screen, lulling Chris into a false sense of security.

With the others now seeing you not actively on your phone, you wait until the attention is no longer on you, that everyone is leaning forward, eyes fixated on the screen as a touchdown is within grasp. They’re on edge, butts now lifting from the seats as they prepare to rejoice before your finger swipes over the screen, aeroplane mode is removed, phone once again locked with the screen off as cheers fill the room. The whole thing takes seconds but your heart is pounding. You see out of the corner of your eye that they initially look at you before looking at Chris as his phone chimes confirming that your message has been sent before turning back to the screen, satisfied that it wasn’t you. Little did they know.

His expression changes as his eyes sweep over the screen before looking at you. You pretend you don’t know what he’s referring to, hair from your pigtail swirling around your finger as you look at him. You watch as he fights his urges to check, knowing now it says you’ve sent pictures. He does it so casually it’s almost obviously so. The way he lays back into the chair, fingers seemingly absentmindedly stroking over the smooth glass screen until they give a soft drum so that the screen lights up once more. Fingers wrap around the phone like you wish they would your throat, and you watch him going through the motions.

His eyes snap to you within seconds, lips setting in a firm hard line as he gives you a warning look. When you simply grin at him and say, “what’s wrong baby? Is the game not going your way now?” during a perfectly timed loss of the ball, and you can almost hear the low rumbling of his growl. The look on his face would have wet your panties a little more had you been wearing them but the only thing that keeps Chris, or his friends, from your pussy was the thin material of your shorts. If the jersey had been lifted, you’re almost certain that there’d be a wet patch beginning to gather between your thighs, a sure give away to the others what was going on.

The temptation to lift and show him is there but it’s not worth the spanking you’d receive if you do. You can almost feel the heat and sting of his hand against your ass cheek. You can almost hear the sound of his palm connecting with your skin and a brief, very brief, glance at his waist shows that he isn’t wearing his belt, but that’s not to say that he wouldn’t let you feel the taste of it as he’d make you bite down on it. You could almost hear him saying “princess, if I hear so much as a whine from your mouth, the next thing that’s going across your ass is that belt. Do you understand?”

It was easy to fuck up on such a simple question. The urge to try to reply around the taste of the belt laying flat against your tongue would be there, but you’ve learnt well. Just not well enough. You’d nod, not giving him a verbal answer which would make his chest swell with pride but also his jaw to clench at the thought of not being able to really teach you a lesson.

Pulling your legs back out from under you, you cast a glance around the men and make a big show of standing up before saying, “you’re looking a little thirsty. I’ll go get you some more drinks.” When only his friends reply, you lock eyes with Chris and refuse to budge. “Do you want more Chris?” you ask him pointedly.

“Would love one, thank you,” he says with a tone so sweet, you can feel your body react to the sugary high. You don’t take long as you pad into the kitchen, reaching the large refrigerator in no time. Selecting four bottles per hand, you close the door with the heel of your foot before making your way back to the room and carefully keeping out of their view of the TV before putting the drinks down and popping the tops one by one as you hand the bottle to each of the guys there.

Chris is unable to take his eyes from you. You feel his stare burning into your skin, searing away at your resistance as you hand him his drink. You know he follows your gaze as you allow your eyes to wander over his body and linger a little too long at his waist before your bottom lip catches between your teeth.

“Gonna go take Dodger out. Leave you boys to it for a bit.” You add, throwing Chris one last look as you whistle for the dog who follows on your heels, nails clicking on the flooring as he trots behind you, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be long until Chris is doing the same.

You slip on some small pumps, ones that can easily be kicked off once you get back inside and open the back door. It’s close to the man cave and though the temptation is there to peer through the window to see how long it takes your boyfriend to hold his nerve before he’s thinking of some bullshit reason as to why he would need to get up before the game is finished, you know Chris oh too well.

And if you didn’t, the picture you send him now of you on the bedroom floor, legs parted in front of the mirror once more, two fingers deep inside of your cunt as your head drops back in pleasure. Followed by another of you sucking those same two fingers and a devilish grin on your face as you taste yourself. This time you’re wearing the jersey and your hair is set in pigtails, so he’d know that you’d taken it within the last two hours.

47 seconds to be exact from when Chris receives the picture to the sound of the back door swinging open. You stand watching as Dodger sniffs around the garden, barely paying any attention to either of you as Chris approaches, hand on your throat before you’ve even had a chance to say hello.

“Think you’re funny?” he asks, eyes appearing dark with lust as he stares down at you.

“Hilarious.” you reply, tongue licking at the corner of your mouth. Your hand, though you know it'll get you in trouble, palms at the thickness that’s already swelling at his thigh. “And horny. Need you to play with me.”

Shooting a glance back over his shoulder, he checks where the dog is before turning back to you, spinning you around on the spot and using his free hand to yank down your shorts, he hisses at the sight of your panties free ass.

“It’s almost like I want to be punished, hmm?” You say in your most innocent voice before any other words you’d have loved to have taunted him with are caught before they formed in your mind, let alone etched themselves on your tongue ready to spill into the air for him to hear. The sound of his palm connecting with your ass is nothing compared to the surge forward that his action makes you do; your hands coming out to slap against the wall of the house in an attempt to steady yourself as your butt cheek begins to burn. He barely gives you a moment to register what’s happening before he’s doing it again to your other, and though this time you’re a little more prepared for it, it doesn’t stop the sting as your skin heats.

“Walk.” he demands, hand still wrapped around your neck as he begins to head back towards the back door, a high pitch whistle makes the dog bound towards you both and is quickly let back into the house before Chris closes the door, leaving the two of you alone in the garden.

You’re walked back to where you were and a little further, this time your face is near the window, allowing you to see the room all of you were just in. His friends remain on the sofa, beers in hand, attention on the big screen as Chris spanks you once more. The TV is too loud for them to hear the noise that escapes you, but the gush of wetness between your legs tells him that you’re enjoying this too much.

“Starting to think you’d have let me fuck you in front of them, you’re so fuckin’ wet and needy tonight.”

All you can do is hum when his fingers press to your wet folds and though you want nothing more than to buck backwards, pushing your cunt onto his waiting fingers, you wait as patiently as you had after pressing send. When you continue to say nothing as his first finger enters you, he chuckles.

“So you can be well behaved?” The hand around your neck tightens ever so slightly, a warning more than anything as he pushes the length of his finger into you, dragging it along your sensitive walls until he brushes against your inner bead. You clench around him, only to relax when he begins to tut. “Well behaved, for now, but impatient.” When he adds a second finger, you feel his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he says, “you have until the next touchdown. What happens next depends on how well you follow instructions.” he adds a second finger and you feel your vision beginning to distort as he stretches you open. “You either get to cum around my cock or you get to choke on it and give up the right to touch yourself for the next two weeks.”

“I’ll be good.” you whine and hear Chris chuckle behind you.

His thumb presses into your jaw, turning your head in the direction he wants you to look and you find yourself staring up at the CCTV camera that’s pointed right at you.

“Oh, I know you will. So smile sweetie, you’re on camera.”

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One False Move, You Took Me On.

Rough summary: When the new supplier threatens to cut Rafe off, he quickly finds out that the Cameron name will only get him so far and sometimes, he has to beg for what he really wants. 

to finish, or not to finish?

(my girls are always as nondescript as possible so even tho the visual includes a white female, you’ll find no “red cheeks” or “pink nipples” etc here and is only to give you an idea of how he appears in this)

(gonna go and hide now.)

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My best friend loving something that I’ve written? Priceless. A Reblog and comment? GOLDEN. 

I look forward to running other ideas past you too 🥺👉👈

Poor Little You.

Summary: With Defending Jacob filming underway and Chris on set for most of the week, you’re left with little more than your imagination. One little video is sent, one that you cannot get out of your head and though you’d like to think of yourself in control, you’re anything but.  Words: 2614 Type: RPF. Chris Evans x (undescribed) reader Warnings: mentions of masturbation/edging, oral sex (f), light nipple play, dirty talk, demanding Chris, light asphyxiation, unprotected sex. 

Not me re-appearing and slinking away again out of shame… but, this was written for @andy–barber who encouraged me to post it here to give a little more content to the Chris fandom. Please be kind as it’s the first time I’m posting him here, but likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) all of my girls are undescribed, though if something stands out making it otherwise, please let me know and I’ll amend this. 

A big, big thank you to my Lisey for being my BETA and giving this piece the much needed check over before posting. 

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“You can’t just walk back in here like that and not expect me not to do anything,” you say, straddling Chris’s thighs as your hands wrap around his wrists, placing them on either side of his head. 

“Walk in like what?” he tries his wrists, giving them a little tug to see how much give you’re prepared to allow him. 

“With that swagger,” you lightly kiss him, “and that smirk,” another kiss, “wearing that aftershave you know I can’t resist on you,” a slightly deeper kiss this time, “That suit.” 

“I thought you wanted me home as soon as possible?” he asks, desperate to cup the back of your head and roll you onto your back, but he’s having fun watching you think that you’re in charge. You both know he can flip you over and be on top of you within seconds if he wants to but the anticipation of when he will do it only excites you further. 

“I got my wish it seems.”

“But at what cost?” 

Only your dignity, but he doesn’t need you to admit that. You both know it with the way you pounced on him the second he stepped through the door. He’d barely finished shrugging out of his outer coat when your fingers were touching his tie, seconds away from undoing it when he’d given you a look. He’d picked you up, hands securing you beneath your ass as he’d carried you to the bedroom. 

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I think I got half way through the first ep and was like, oh boy I need to write something based on this. This was an interesting way to dip my toe into the waters. 

Thank you so much for reading and reblogging! I’m so, so happy you loved it. 

Poor Little You.

Summary: With Defending Jacob filming underway and Chris on set for most of the week, you’re left with little more than your imagination. One little video is sent, one that you cannot get out of your head and though you’d like to think of yourself in control, you’re anything but.  Words: 2614 Type: RPF. Chris Evans x (undescribed) reader Warnings: mentions of masturbation/edging, oral sex (f), light nipple play, dirty talk, demanding Chris, light asphyxiation, unprotected sex. 

Not me re-appearing and slinking away again out of shame… but, this was written for @andy–barber who encouraged me to post it here to give a little more content to the Chris fandom. Please be kind as it’s the first time I’m posting him here, but likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) all of my girls are undescribed, though if something stands out making it otherwise, please let me know and I’ll amend this. 

A big, big thank you to my Lisey for being my BETA and giving this piece the much needed check over before posting. 

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“You can’t just walk back in here like that and not expect me not to do anything,” you say, straddling Chris’s thighs as your hands wrap around his wrists, placing them on either side of his head. 

“Walk in like what?” he tries his wrists, giving them a little tug to see how much give you’re prepared to allow him. 

“With that swagger,” you lightly kiss him, “and that smirk,” another kiss, “wearing that aftershave you know I can’t resist on you,” a slightly deeper kiss this time, “That suit.” 

“I thought you wanted me home as soon as possible?” he asks, desperate to cup the back of your head and roll you onto your back, but he’s having fun watching you think that you’re in charge. You both know he can flip you over and be on top of you within seconds if he wants to but the anticipation of when he will do it only excites you further. 

“I got my wish it seems.”

“But at what cost?” 

Only your dignity, but he doesn’t need you to admit that. You both know it with the way you pounced on him the second he stepped through the door. He’d barely finished shrugging out of his outer coat when your fingers were touching his tie, seconds away from undoing it when he’d given you a look. He’d picked you up, hands securing you beneath your ass as he’d carried you to the bedroom. 

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this has me screaming!! Thank you so much for reading this and reblogging it. 

I’m SO happy you enjoyed this. 

Poor Little You.

Summary: With Defending Jacob filming underway and Chris on set for most of the week, you’re left with little more than your imagination. One little video is sent, one that you cannot get out of your head and though you’d like to think of yourself in control, you’re anything but.  Words: 2614 Type: RPF. Chris Evans x (undescribed) reader Warnings: mentions of masturbation/edging, oral sex (f), light nipple play, dirty talk, demanding Chris, light asphyxiation, unprotected sex. 

Not me re-appearing and slinking away again out of shame… but, this was written for @andy–barber who encouraged me to post it here to give a little more content to the Chris fandom. Please be kind as it’s the first time I’m posting him here, but likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) all of my girls are undescribed, though if something stands out making it otherwise, please let me know and I’ll amend this. 

A big, big thank you to my Lisey for being my BETA and giving this piece the much needed check over before posting. 

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“You can’t just walk back in here like that and not expect me not to do anything,” you say, straddling Chris’s thighs as your hands wrap around his wrists, placing them on either side of his head. 

“Walk in like what?” he tries his wrists, giving them a little tug to see how much give you’re prepared to allow him. 

“With that swagger,” you lightly kiss him, “and that smirk,” another kiss, “wearing that aftershave you know I can’t resist on you,” a slightly deeper kiss this time, “That suit.” 

“I thought you wanted me home as soon as possible?” he asks, desperate to cup the back of your head and roll you onto your back, but he’s having fun watching you think that you’re in charge. You both know he can flip you over and be on top of you within seconds if he wants to but the anticipation of when he will do it only excites you further. 

“I got my wish it seems.”

“But at what cost?” 

Only your dignity, but he doesn’t need you to admit that. You both know it with the way you pounced on him the second he stepped through the door. He’d barely finished shrugging out of his outer coat when your fingers were touching his tie, seconds away from undoing it when he’d given you a look. He’d picked you up, hands securing you beneath your ass as he’d carried you to the bedroom. 

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i’m so happy that you loved this. It was a pleasure to write this for you and I can’t wait to write brat taming for you too. 

Poor Little You.

Summary: With Defending Jacob filming underway and Chris on set for most of the week, you’re left with little more than your imagination. One little video is sent, one that you cannot get out of your head and though you’d like to think of yourself in control, you’re anything but.  Words: 2614 Type: RPF. Chris Evans x (undescribed) reader Warnings: mentions of masturbation/edging, oral sex (f), light nipple play, dirty talk, demanding Chris, light asphyxiation, unprotected sex. 

Not me re-appearing and slinking away again out of shame… but, this was written for @andy–barber who encouraged me to post it here to give a little more content to the Chris fandom. Please be kind as it’s the first time I’m posting him here, but likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) all of my girls are undescribed, though if something stands out making it otherwise, please let me know and I’ll amend this. 

A big, big thank you to my Lisey for being my BETA and giving this piece the much needed check over before posting. 

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“You can’t just walk back in here like that and not expect me not to do anything,” you say, straddling Chris’s thighs as your hands wrap around his wrists, placing them on either side of his head. 

“Walk in like what?” he tries his wrists, giving them a little tug to see how much give you’re prepared to allow him. 

“With that swagger,” you lightly kiss him, “and that smirk,” another kiss, “wearing that aftershave you know I can’t resist on you,” a slightly deeper kiss this time, “That suit.” 

“I thought you wanted me home as soon as possible?” he asks, desperate to cup the back of your head and roll you onto your back, but he’s having fun watching you think that you’re in charge. You both know he can flip you over and be on top of you within seconds if he wants to but the anticipation of when he will do it only excites you further. 

“I got my wish it seems.”

“But at what cost?” 

Only your dignity, but he doesn’t need you to admit that. You both know it with the way you pounced on him the second he stepped through the door. He’d barely finished shrugging out of his outer coat when your fingers were touching his tie, seconds away from undoing it when he’d given you a look. He’d picked you up, hands securing you beneath your ass as he’d carried you to the bedroom. 

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Poor Little You.

Summary: With Defending Jacob filming underway and Chris on set for most of the week, you’re left with little more than your imagination. One little video is sent, one that you cannot get out of your head and though you’d like to think of yourself in control, you’re anything but.  Words: 2614 Type: RPF. Chris Evans x (undescribed) reader Warnings: mentions of masturbation/edging, oral sex (f), light nipple play, dirty talk, demanding Chris, light asphyxiation, unprotected sex. 

Not me re-appearing and slinking away again out of shame... but, this was written for @andy--barber who encouraged me to post it here to give a little more content to the Chris fandom. Please be kind as it’s the first time I’m posting him here, but likes/reblogs/asks are welcomed to ease my nervous heart :) all of my girls are undescribed, though if something stands out making it otherwise, please let me know and I’ll amend this. 

A big, big thank you to my Lisey for being my BETA and giving this piece the much needed check over before posting. 

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“You can’t just walk back in here like that and not expect me not to do anything,” you say, straddling Chris’s thighs as your hands wrap around his wrists, placing them on either side of his head. 

“Walk in like what?” he tries his wrists, giving them a little tug to see how much give you’re prepared to allow him. 

“With that swagger,” you lightly kiss him, “and that smirk,” another kiss, “wearing that aftershave you know I can’t resist on you,” a slightly deeper kiss this time, “That suit.” 

“I thought you wanted me home as soon as possible?” he asks, desperate to cup the back of your head and roll you onto your back, but he’s having fun watching you think that you’re in charge. You both know he can flip you over and be on top of you within seconds if he wants to but the anticipation of when he will do it only excites you further. 

“I got my wish it seems.”

“But at what cost?” 

Only your dignity, but he doesn’t need you to admit that. You both know it with the way you pounced on him the second he stepped through the door. He’d barely finished shrugging out of his outer coat when your fingers were touching his tie, seconds away from undoing it when he’d given you a look. He’d picked you up, hands securing you beneath your ass as he’d carried you to the bedroom. 

The suit he’d worn on set still covered his body, crisp shirt hugging his figure perfectly, biceps flexing with each motion as he’d pulled off the suit jacket after laying you down on the bed and threw it to the chair that sat near the corner. His fingers worked the button at his wrist before switching to the other, eyes locked on yours with each second that it took to undo them and push up the sleeves to his elbow, revealing his forearms and the thick Rolex watch that pressed against his wrist.

“What am I going to do with you?” He’d asked, seconds before you’d taken matters into your own hands. You’d pull him towards you, twisting your bodies as you had done so, making it so that he falls backwards onto the bed, giving you the opportunity to climb onto him. 

“Are you going to be a good boy and keep them there, if I take one hand off?” you ask him. 

“Until you decide my hands could be placed somewhere more satisfying, yes,” he nods, your eyes not moving from his mouth as he speaks,  You dip your head and press your lips to his as your right hand pulls away from his wrists and strokes over his bearded cheek. Chris is no stranger to growing out a beard, but there is just something about him taking the role of Andy Barber that corrupts your senses. 

Watching him rehearse his lines, listening to the powerful tones that he uses and visiting him on set has done nothing but fuel your desire for him. Many would say that this is the perks of being newlyweds, where everything is fresh and new again, but you’ve never lost that sexual spark with Chris. More often than not, your visits to the film sets would result in you waiting for him in very little in his trailer or hotel room with a wet pussy and eager mouth. 

He sent you a recording from one of the screens of one of the scenes he filmed today, where he’d taken a tool from the trunk and closed the gap between his car and one that had been trailing Andy’s family for a while. The sight of him prepared to use it, telling the owner of the car to back off and leave them alone had remained with you for the rest of the afternoon. You’ve edged yourself all day, fingers stroking over your damp panties, fingertips lightly tracing over your clothed clit until you could feel your orgasm building, only for you to purposely stop yourself until a little while later. On and off you’d done this for several hours, your mind barely focusing on work and by the time Chris had come home, you’d given up entirely. Looking over spreadsheets was doing very little to distract you from the thoughts of Chris’s fingers deep inside your cunt as his tongue lapped at your clit. You longed to wet his beard, feel your orgasm pool beneath your ass before begging him to fuck you. 

Your kiss is as light as your fingertips as they move down his throat, over his collarbones and smooth over his covered chest. You can feel the light chest hair through the fabric before your fingertips begin to work open his tie, not stopping until it’s fully loosened and you’re able to pull it from his shirt and discard it. They then begin to open his shirt, popping the buttons through the holes slowly, one by one. With each newly opened section, you kiss him a little harder, deepening the kiss more and more until his shirt is fully open. 

Your lips leave his, only to reapply them to his chest. Slow, open mouthed kisses which leaves his breathing coming out in soft pants. When he makes no attempt to pull his arms down, you leave his wrists unmanned. Instead, smoothing them over his skin as you kiss around a nipple, tongue flicking over the hardening bud and you hear the chuckle that sounds from him. 

“I know you’re not about to start teasing me.”

“Why? You teased me, did you not?”

“You teased yourself,” he states but his voice now has a whining edge to the tone and this makes your lips curve. “Is that funny to you?” He questions, any previous sign of crack in his armour strengthens and the look in his eye tells you that your game is over. 

One arm wraps around your back, pulling you close to his chest while the other arm pushes his body up and over, flipping you onto your back to enable him to cover your body with his own. You’re pressed beneath him, any attempts at moving are futile but you try it anyway just to see if there is any give way at all - there isn’t. 

“Is this what you wanted? When you were picturing taking control of me, is this what you were hoping for? I know you were waiting for me to react,” he speaks into your skin as he presses kisses over your neck as his hand wanders up your inner thigh and you regret now wearing something which gives him easy access. You can feel the curve of his smile when he reaches your soaked panties and know the smart remark is coming before he has a chance to. “And oh baby, it feels like you’ve reacted.”

Your cheeks flush with shame. You hadn’t needed to feel his fingers pressing to your juices and feeling your panties sticking to you to know that you were as wet as you are. They haven’t been dry all day and you’ve changed them once prior to this moment already. He knees your thighs apart even more, leaning his body into your open legs to make sure you can’t close them as he continues to stroke you over the material. 

You’re about to whine when he kisses you, tongue pressing against yours within seconds to silence you. His fingers stroke over your swollen clit, the fabric adding a thin layer of a sensitivity barrier that makes you want to buck your hips but you can’t. Instead, you’re forced to lay there and take everything that he gives to you. He rubs small circles over you before pushing down your covered slit and pushes his finger ever so slightly into your soaked hole. Your underwear doesn’t allow him to enter you too far but just the feeling of having him there is enough to mewl into his kiss. 

“Bet I could fuck you right now without having to do much else. How easily would you say your pussy could take me?”

“Chris, please.”

“Please what?” He asks, nibbling on your bottom lip now as he waits for the answer. His teeth dig in just enough, his tongue swiping over it to soothe the stinging pain but your pussy is already clenching, desperate to be filled by him. 

“Please fuck me,” you’re able to mumble with your lip still between his teeth. Had you been able to, you’d have been rocking your pussy against his thigh for some reprieve but he’s anticipated this and you secretly hate him for it. 

“Once more with feeling doll,” he says after pulling away from your mouth. He kneels before you, body now upright as he pulls off his shirt and discards it. his trousers jut away from his body at the waist, the thick head of his cock straining against the material, making you want to reach out to stroke him through his trousers but he slaps your hand away before you can. “I want you naked before I fuck you, and I want to hear you beg for it before my cock goes anywhere near your pussy.”

He moves away from you just enough to allow you to draw your knees up to your chest, and hook your fingers  under the sides of your shorts and panties, pulling them up your thighs and off your ankles. Doing so though exposes your dripping core to him and as you’re momentarily distracted, he wastes no time in lowering himself to the bed, hands on your hips and pulls your body closer to his face. His mouth is against your folds, tongue darting between them and he licks you from clit to hole. 

His name falls from your lips before you can stop it, but repeating it when his tongue rolls oh so perfectly over you? That’s a choice. He takes everything you give him and demands more. With each lick and suckle to your bead, your wetness increases and becomes audible. Your thighs try to fall apart, resting on either side of his body but his arms keep them locked together and your core tight. Each flick of his tongue against you is torture, but he doesn’t stop until your legs are trembling and he can feel your clit pulsing against his tongue, stopping just before you come. 

Your legs collapse against the bedding as he moves away, and you pant out expletives as you try to get your breathing back. “I was seconds away from that orgasm,” you hiss at him, eyes set on him like you’re murderous. He says nothing, smirk in place as he strips himself, leaving him nude as he lowers his gaze to your covered torso. 

“And I said naked.”

“You didn’t give me the chance.” Your words come out in a snap which only amuses him more. He watches as you pull your shirt above your head and throw it to the floor, leaving you fully naked before him. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he quietens his voice, softens the tone of it and though it could have fooled anyone else, you know this is a slip into acting mode. He isn’t sorry at all, his expression amused as he pushes open your thighs again and admires the mess that he’s created. “You didn’t deserve that, did you?” he asks, tone slightly patronising but you go with it. 

You nod in agreement, forcing your most innocent expression and look up at him. “No, I didn’t.” 

“Poor little you.” He says it so softly and so tenderly that it almost sounds like a compliment. “Still want me inside this pretty, little pussy?”

“I thought you wanted me to beg?” You feel foolish for bringing it up and not just doing it, but the way the corners of his lips twitch makes you swallow hard. 

“Oh, you will. Just not yet.” He runs the tip of his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness before  pushing just inside of you. You give a sharp intake of breath and hum as he begins to stretch you open, relaxing your body as much as possible as he sinks into your wet heat. He’s very much in control, feeling the way your walls close around him, sucking him in deeper as he begins to thrust. 

A low, primal growl forms in his throat when he feels how easy it is to fully enter you. “You like that? Knowing how wet I am for you?” you taunt him as one leg locks over the back of his knee while the other hooks over his waist, heel of your foot seated at the bottom of his back. 

“Don’t think I don’t know you played with yourself,” Chris hisses, resting his weight into one forearm while the hand of the free arm grips you by the throat, just enough for you to feel the way his fingers close around your neck and the thumb to push your face up to look at him and he takes his time with you, pulling out several inches and sinking back in again. 

“Didn’t come. Needed you to do that for me,” you mewl, lust dripping through into your tone of voice. 

He inhales deeply while he thrusts, the pressure remaining at your throat ensures you remain tight around him, and that’s how he keeps you for a while. Staring down at your face as he thrusts into you with an even slow pace, hand still around your throat, he keeps this pace up until you’re a whining mess. 

“Please fuck me Chris,” you beg, your hand closing over his and pushes his hand higher until his thumb grazes over your lips. Parting them just enough to press a kiss to it before you suck it between your lips. While he fucks your pussy, you suck his thumb in a similar way that you’d take the tip of his cock, keeping eye contact the whole time. 

This is exactly what he needs to make his hips buck faster, to barely pull out half way before pushing back into you. The way he takes you makes his necklace swing forward with every thrust and drags over your tits as he pulls back, it would almost be hypnotic if you could keep your eyes focused as he takes you with everything he has. The only thing you can do is moan and beg him to continue by panting “yes” repeatedly. 

When his necklace hits your chin, he slows his pace to catch the necklace and bites down on it as his hips snap back to yours. “Come for me,” you tell him. “Come for me baby.” You arch your back, contract your pussy walls around him with each thrust until he fucks into you in such a way that you know he’s close. You can barely feel where one thrust ends and another starts, the pleasure surges through you until you’re letting out one endless moan until he buries himself completely within you, stopping once every inch of him is inside of you and he empties himself, painting your walls creamy white and filling you up with everything he can give you. 

When he eventually lifts his head from your shoulder, cock still pulsing inside of you, he gives a breathless chuckle. You give him a soft smile as your senses clear and you slump against the softness of the bed. Your hand strokes over his cheek, fingertips lightly tracing his beard covered jaw. “Gonna miss you in that suit.” you tell him and earn a real laugh from him. 

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I know I’m not around all that much at the moment. I’m trying to get into a good flow, juggle my home life, being a mamma to a pre-schooler and try not to lose my mind.

1900 is an insane number for me and I’m blown away by this. Thank you for not giving up on me, thank you to @littlefreya for continuing to tag me in your incredible work. I promise I’ll try to catch up ASAP.

I hope to be back soon, with more writing and fresh ideas.

I hope you’re all ok and staying safe.