#JTargaryen18's June Challenge

[jtargaryen18]

Hot Girl Bummer

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Pairings:Jake Jensen x Single mom reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: A little language, some banter. It will get smexy in a follow-up but this is pretty fluffy for me.

Summary: The uncle of one of your daughter’s friends is an annoying asshat.

A/N: Today’s contribution to my #30DaysofChris2020 challenge. 

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“Let’s go girls!”

Would this prick shut up?

You’d only been living in this dull New Hampshire town for about a month. It was your little girl’s first soccer game as a Petunia. Your Charlie was a good player, was doing well out there even if the team was losing right now.

And the asshat in front of you was really ruining your enjoyment of the game. He was one obnoxious yell away from you smacking him across the back of his stupid head.

The whistle blew, the game continued. Charlie was off after the ball along with a blonde girl about her size, number 21, who was a strong player too. With both girls going after the ball, you weren’t surprised when the two of them collided and went down, allowing a girl from the other team to steal the ball.

“Are you kidding me?” the asshat shouted. “Who’s the new girl? She just ruined my niece’s play!”

“She did not.” You couldn’t take it anymore. “They both went after the ball. That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

Angling those wide shoulders, the asshat turned his head in your direction. “My niece is the star of the team.”

You chuckled. “I know. You’ve been saying it the whole damn game.”

Shaking his head, he went back to watching the game. The collision had cost them a point and the game continued.

Now your Charlie and the asshat’s niece were really going after it, trying to one-up each other. The asshat’s niece, to her credit, did manage to score the next two points which tied up the game. One last play and the Petunias managed to steal the ball. Charlie took aim and scored the winning point.

The Petunia fans, including yourself and the asshat, stood and clapped.

Preening to the friends he brought with him, the asshat hooted, shouted.

“See that?” he asked, finally turning to face you. “My niece... won the game.”

There he stood in his baseball cap, round dorky glasses, and a goatee. He had a pink Petunias shirt. Cute. And the body? Well, that you couldn’t find fault with.

He had nice eyes too, bright blue. His gaze scaled you up and down. You were grateful that for once since you’d fucking been here he was silent.

“In case you didn’t notice,” you told him, folding your arms across your chest. “My daughter scored the winning point.”

And with that, you headed for the end of your bleacher row, smirking to hear his friends laughing as you made your exit.

You found Charlie on the field, gave her a hug. “I’m so proud of you. You did a wonderful job out there.”

Charlie flashed you that smile. The one that reminded you of her father and your heart squeezed in your chest.

“Did you give everyone the invitations?” you asked her, wanting to make sure before you left.

You could just tell by the look on her face she hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t give one to April,” she explained quietly. “I don’t think she likes me.”

“Which one is April?” you asked as the asshat and his group of friends wandered onto the field in your peripheral vision.

Charlie pointed at the asshat’s niece and you took her hand down. “Don’t point.”

“Can we just go?” Charlie begged.

“Why don’t you take her an invitation? Then we’ll go,” you told your kid.

“She doesn’t like me,” Charlie argued, chewing her lip now.

You gave Charlie the look.

“She might if you give her an invitation to your birthday party,” you told her. “She finds out she’s the only one who didn’t get one and she really won’t like you.”

Oh, that made a difference. As you watched, your daughter reached into her backpack and pulled out one of the small pink invites. And yeah it looked painful, but you watched her slowly walk over to the blonde girl who stood there with her mom, the asshat, and his friends in tow.

The blonde girl, April, looked delighted to get the invitation. You see?

Then they were running back in the direction of the bleachers together while you watched. April’s mom smiled at you and followed after them.

The asshat stood with his hands shoved in his pockets, grinning at you awkwardly now. Okay, he was kind of cute. What changed his fucking tune?

“Good game,” he said finally, grinning and nodding at you like he was Joey Tribianni. If the next words out his mouth were “how you doing?” you were going to deck him.

“It would have been if you hadn’t been an obnoxious asshole the entire time,” you told him honestly since the girls were out of earshot.

He looked about to say something when a nice-looking guy with a weathered outback hand and dark eyes clamped a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“It’s true,” he muttered. The asshat, he really was cute, looked even more chagrined.

“If you’re not here to enjoy the game, why be here?” he finally shot back at you with a goofy grin, his gaze split between your face and your chest.

Nice.

You shook your head. “It’s a shame.”

“What?” he asked, that bit of bravado he mustered fading.

“That you’re such a dork,” you told him.

A really handsome older man with silver threaded through his dark hair laughed, the beautiful woman at his side at least turning so it wasn’t so obvious. The man in the hat died laughing.

“Jensen is such a dork,” the older man said.

Charlie, April, and April’s mom were headed back in your direction. You had to make your last shot quick.

“Why is being a dork… bad?” Jensen had to ask.

You looked him up and down, giving him the same treatment he gave you. How do you like it?

“It’s a shame because most dorks aren’t built like a brick-shithouses,” you informed him before motioning for Charlie and leading her out to your car.

You could hear the group of them snickering behind you.

 ***

 Jake Jensen was mortified as he watched the new girl’s mom – oh, and she was a MILF – lead the girl away. He hadn’t even tried to apply his trademark charm and she’d called him on his bullshit. Damn. It was too bad because that was one gorgeous lady.

Blowing out an exhale, he watched dejected while his sister finished packing up April’s gear.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Clay asked him with a smirk.

“Jensen strikes out again,” he said, trying to play it off. “Bummer.”

“You didn’t strike out completely,” Clay told him, “with the hot girl… mom.”

That got Jensen’s attention. “How do you figure?”

“Yeah, you’re a dork,” Clay explained. “But that brick-shithouse remark?”

Jensen shrugged.

Aisha’s grin was huge. “That means she liked what she saw. You can work with that.”

Really?

“Oh, yeah?” he asked her.

The newest member of their team shook her head. “You really can’t read women at all, can you?”

“No,” Cougar answered before he could.

“What’s this?” his sister looked at the pink envelope April handed to her.

“Charlie gave it to me,” April told her. “She’s having a birthday party Saturday… I want to go.”

“Oh, honey,” his sister told her. “I can’t. I have to go to the cookout for work, remember? Uncle Jensen’s coming to stay with you.”

That gave him a great idea.

“Uncle Jensen could take you to the birthday party,” he offered, watching his niece’s grimy little face light up in excitement.

“Really?”

His sister looked at him skeptically. “You will, huh?”

Jensen nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll even take her shopping for a present before.”

“Can I, Mom? Please,” April begged.

His sister looked at him meaningfully. “They are new and I’m sure they are nice, but until I know them better, April doesn’t leave your sight. Understand?”

Jensen did “cross my heart” with his finger over this heart, noticing the rest of the unit had wandered towards the car.

Now he was looking forward to Saturday. They’d get there early. April could visit with Charlie and he could see what else her hot, hot mom might like.

 ***

 You’d just gotten the cake pans in the oven when someone knocked at your door. Who in the world is that?

“Mom!” Charlie bellowed. “Someone’s here!”

“I’m coming.” You wiped your hands on a towel and made your way to the front door. It was just after noon and the party didn’t start until five, so you had no clue who that could be.

When you answered the door, there stood April with a present in hand, wrapped in a big pink bow. With her was her asshat uncle, Jensen, grinning at you in a way that you shouldn’t be reacting to at all.

But look at him.

You couldn’t take him to task for being so early without upsetting the girl and the bastard knew it.

Did you really have to put up with his ass for almost five hours?

“April!” Charlie squealed, running up to hug her new friend.

“Come in.” You didn’t really have a choice.

“Is that for me?” Charlie asked excitedly. At April’s nod, Charlie looked to you. “Can I open it?”

“Shouldn’t you wait for the party?”

“It’s something that will keep them busy until the party,” Jensen interjected.

“Is that so?” you asked. What is he up to?

Jensen followed you into the living room. No cap today so you got a look at his blond, cropped hair. It didn’t occur to you until he walked into your smallish house just how big a guy he was. It was warm so he wasn’t wearing a jacket today. Just a t-shirt that was two sizes too small with his jeans and…

Stop staring at the man.

Oh, but he caught you, winking as he turned his attention to your daughter delightedly ripping the wrapping paper off her gift. And what did she have in her little hands? Of course. A video game.

“Mom! Look!”

Oh, you saw. Your desktop was on the fritz because you hadn’t had a chance to find someone to look at it yet. That left your laptop which you’d rather not have her monopolize with a video game. It probably didn’t have the video card or memory she’d need to play it anyway.

You smiled brightly. Charlie had wanted that game for a while.

Damn him.

“Mom, can we play it on your computer?” Charlie asked while two eager faces looked to you.

“Honey, my desktop isn’t in good shape right now,” you explained. “You’ll have to go get my laptop.”

And with that, they flew out of the room, running upstairs for your bedroom and your laptop.

Well, fuck.

“What’s going on with your desktop?” Jensen asked, moving closer where you stood behind the couch.

You shrugged. “I ran an update right before we moved, and something went wrong. I haven’t had a chance to have someone look at it.”

“I’d be glad to fix it for you,” he said grinning.

Not look at it. Fix it. Someone was confident.

“And are you qualified to look at my computer?” You wanted to know.

“I am,” he told you. “’I’ve been part of an elite military team for several years. I handle tech for the unit.”

You snorted.

“Twenty bucks says you work for the Geek Squad at Best Buy,” you told him. “But okay. Since you’re here several hours early, that would be nice. I have a cake to make.”

Now he was grinning from ear to ear. “Take me to your desktop.”

The bedroom downstairs was smaller, and you’d made it into an office of sorts instead. There was a desk you’d found at the thrift shop and your desktop was set up there. Jensen plopped down in the chair and booted the system.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he said idly as he started hitting keys, going into what you thought was DOS mode. No way you were touching that.

You told him your name. “You’re Jensen.”

“Or Jake,” he offered, still focused on the screen in front of him. “Oh, yeah. This is an easy fix. Plus, I can put in some upgrades here. You don’t have enough RAM, you don’t have enough memory, and I’m pretty sure your video card is from the 90s.”

“If you could just make it so that I can open Windows,” you told him. “That would be enough. I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble and I’m going to have to save up for the rest of it.”

Jensen shook his head, grinning at you eagerly. “I’ve got everything in the car. I’d be glad to fix you up.”

“No strings attached, huh?” you teased him.

His face flushed crimson and you couldn’t help but smile.

When you’d called him a dork, you hadn’t realized how right you were. The man was adorable. His face was all red. He had no idea what to do with the innuendo.

And he had a body like that…

You decided to take pity on him. “Okay, show me what you’ve got Mr. Elite Military.”

That brought him back around, hooking a thumb in the direction of the street. “I’m going to run out to my car and get a few things.”

He just kept things like that in his car?

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” you told him. You needed to check on your cake.

You checked on the girls, all stretched out on your bed upstairs playing on your laptop. They didn’t need help getting the game going. You went back down to the kitchen, getting food ready for the party. You heard him come back in from his car early on but nothing else. Two hours had passed before you realized it. It was almost two-thirty.

You went to check on him, not sure of what you’d find honestly. Could he do all the stuff he said he could?

You didn’t expect him to be tooling around on your computer, the screen changing quick as lightning in a way it had never done for you. You came up quietly, you didn’t think he knew you were there.

He was looking at pictures from your beach trip last summer with your mom and stepfather. Specifically, pictures of you in your bikini.

“What are you doing?”

You giggled at how he jumped in the chair. You couldn’t help it.

“I was just… “ Jensen was struggling for something to say. “I was just making sure… Ah… I didn’t see anything…”

At least the picture of you in that small red bikini was a good one. “That’s probably the sauciest thing you’ll find on that computer,” you told him. “Otherwise it’s pictures of Charlie and documents for work.”

Jensen looked chagrined but grateful you weren’t taking his head off.

“It’s okay,” you told him. “I can’t ever remember that system moving like that.”

“Well,” he began and then proceeded to explain how he fixed it, the modifications he made. It was all over your head. You were just grateful he’d fixed it. Not to mention, he was pretty proud of himself.

“Can I give you something for fixing that?” you asked him. 

You meant money but apparently his mind went somewhere else. His face went up in flames as he struggled to meet your gaze. How adorable could this guy be?

After a moment, he took a deep breath, dragging his gaze up to meet yours. “A date?”

Okay, that had your heart melting. You hadn’t know what to expect but the innocent way he said that…

“It doesn’t bother you I’m a mom?” you had to ask. Charlie was the most important thing in your life, so it was better to just get that out in the open.

Jensen shook his head. “Will I meet her father?”

You shook your head. “He was army. Killed in action in Afghanistan.”

Something in his expression…

“I’m really sorry,” he told you. You could tell he meant it.

“Anyway,” you approached the chair, liking that he had to look up to you like this. He was over a head taller than you when he was standing. “Thank you.”

Taking his face in your hands, you gently kissed his mouth. You started slowly, carefully. He seemed content to let you lead. His big hands landed lightly on your waist as he held still for you, moving his lips with yours in a careful dance. It was almost innocent in a way.

After a long moment, you pulled back, smiling at him. What was it about this guy? Bashful and flushed.

“Are you done here?” you asked.

“With the computer? Yeah,” Jensen replied.

“Well, don’t just sit there,” you told him. “We’ve got a party to set up. I could use a hand.”

So cute when he grinned like that.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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[jtargaryen18]

HOT! 🔥🔥🔥 I would love to see how that played out. Wow! It’s a good Ransom day today. Whew! Thank you!

Check out @donutloverxo​‘s Masterlist today!

Wipe that smirk off your face

602 words. In short you want to smack his beautiful face. Smut, slapping, rough sex, bad language. Ransom Drysdale x reader. For @jtargaryen18 .

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You threw your head back mewling as he hit that spot deep within you. “There! Right there!” You screamed. Almost on the edge of heaven. Almost.

But then he stopped, stilling his hips, his bruising grip on your hips gone as he pulled himself out of you. You whined kicking your legs. Yeah acting like a brat isn’t exactly the best strategy right now but you were almost fucking there!

“Ransom please” You whimpered. You didn’t really care about your dignity or your pride. You knew you were stroking his already larger than life ego.

He laid down beside you his head propped up a bit on the pillow. You watched him give his hard cock a couple of long strokes. “Why don’t you do some of the heavy lifting for once” He spit hauling you on top of him by grabbing your hips.

This was unbelievable. He was the one who’d never let you be on top or be in control. If he ever did let you ride him, he would thrust up into you with such vigor, neither of you could last long. You weren’t exactly in the right mindset to argue right now.

You gasped as you lined his cock against your channel. Groaning as you slowly sinked down on him. You started bouncing up and down setting a steady pace. Changing it up a bit to try to get him to hit your magic spot. You couldn’t exactly figure it out. He maybe an asshole but he knew how to fuck.

You opened your eyes to look down on him. His hands under his head as he non chalantly watched you fuck yourself on his cock. He smirked at your agony. Knowing you can’t do it like he can. That you need him.

Something stirred inside of you. You couldn’t believe you fell for this asshole. Whom you hate just as much as you love. What is wrong with you?

'Yeah that’s right’ he chanted ‘good girl’ he'd say here and there as he stared at your titts, almost hypnotised by them bouncing along with you.

You knew it was a bad idea as soon as you thought of it. But you just couldn’t help it. You had to wipe that smirk off his face. You took a few deep breaths, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You raised your right hand slapping him across his cheek, balancing yourself with your other hand on his abdomen.

The smack echoed off the walls of your bedroom. You didn’t stop you maintained your rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you.

He made you ride him because he knew he couldn’t last long with you under him. You had worked him up with your mouth but he always preferred to come in your cunt. It was too tight, too snug, too good. He wasn’t about to come before you. He wasn’t that bad. So he pulled out of you, wanting his fun to last a bit longer.

He didn’t know what hit him. His hand touched his now hot and red cheek. “Oh you want it rough” He smirked grabbing your hips harshly to still them. You were secretly a kinky slut. You may not admit it but you liked being dominated, spanked, fucked till you couldn’t walk straight. But this was something new.

He flipped you both with you back under him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard” He wrapped his hand around your neck. Not really squeezing, just letting you know he’s in charge. “You’ll forget your own name” He thrusted into you, fucking you into oblivion.

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This is inspired by @jtargaryen18​‘s 30 Days of Chris challenge.

I am a bit late into June but I’ll expand it into July.

So, there will be no prompts, no sign-ups and no fuss (as we have enough fuss right now). 

When? June 6th to July 6th (except June 13th as that is Evans’ birthday)

What is it about?

Well, you can do 2 things.

Number 1: You can do a fic about Jeremy or any of his characters (yep, that includes Clint). He has to be the centre of the fic. The point of view (or POV) is up to you.

But here are the rules (yeah, unfortunately, there are rules.)

Must be a minimum of 500 words. There is no maximum (thank the Gods).

Headcanons are also welcome

They CANNOT be part of a series and they CANNOT be previously published.

You don’t have to follow me but tag me, cause I will be sharing them. All of them. And I will be putting them into a little masterlist for you guys.

Must include the tag #30DaysofJR

Can be dark, fluffy, angsty, smutty or any type of story you like!

Can be either reader-insert or using original characters.

Interracial, LGBTQIA+ (that was hard to type xD) and polyamorous relationship in the stories are encouraged (as they are underused, tbh)

Using songs as inspirations is also welcome (cause I do that already)

Researching Jeremy’s not-so well-known characters or like characters of his that you have no idea about, is allowed (cause we don’t want a masterlist of JUST Clint and Jeremy)

OR you can do the other thing...

Number 2: Gifsets, fanart or edits created for this specific challenge of Jeremy or any of his characters.

Should be your own work (otherwise that would be copyright)

They have to meet Tumblr’s policies and rules (which is kinda bad cause they are stupid rules... Don’t tell them I said that)

They cannot be previously published

You don’t have to follow me but tag me, cause I will be sharing them. All of them. And I will be putting them into a little masterlist for you guys, alongside the writing ones.

Must include the tag #30DaysofJR

Posting: I will be posting these every day of June (and the six days of July) as I get to them (except June 13th).

Other stuff: Just some other stuff that is not categorised that was also in the 30 Days of Chris challenge.

I reserve the right to reblog any post.

No sexual situation with minors, no bodily functions, and no snuff. Non-con and dub-con must fall into within the bounds of commonly dark fics (cause that is a no-no)

You can do as many as you want.

I will playing as well, cause I love Jeremy (as much as I love Evans)

Questions are welcome if you are confused about anything.

Now enjoy some Jeremy gifs!

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[jtargaryen18]

Pretty Baby

aka therapy for Jamie. 😳😳😳

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Pairings:Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy (The Iceman) x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: This is a dark story so if you’re not about that, don’t read it and traumatize yourself, okay? Bad language, hitmen, assassination, death by cyanide poisoning. chloroform, kidnapping, non-con intentions, disposing of bodies, general creepiness.. 

Summary: A mark’s daughter is in the wrong place at the right time for Mr. Freezy...

A/N: Today’s contribution to my #30DaysofChris2020 challenge. Let’s see if this helps at all in getting over my fear of this character. 😱

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“What are you doing here?” Richie Kuklinski hissed at him as he approached the car parked next to his at the shopping center.

Robert Pronge smirked at his partner from his Nova. “Nice family.”

“Yeah, don’t look at my family,” Richie shot back.

Robert held up his hands in mock surrender. “Just an observation.”

Yeah, he’d knocked up Regina a few years ago. They’d married, fought, divorced. Now he couldn’t stand her. But he couldn’t deny the kid was his son as much as he tried to at first. Looked just like him. And his son was a good kid. How he came from him and his cunt mother? Who knew?

But fucking random people and having an accident wasn’t the same as Richie’s family situation, was it?

Richie’s wife was petite with dark hair, his daughters little angels in their plaid school uniforms. Three little dolls. How the hell did Richie have kids that looked like that? A fucking mystery.

Speaking of mysteries, how did Richie get a wife like that to begin with? He wasn’t the best-looking guy. Pop some bolts on his neck, he could be fucking Frankenstein.

But the ice-cold man had good taste. Robert liked them smaller too. He wouldn’t mind having someone like that. Regina was strung out on coke half the time, wore too much makeup. She looked like a whore. Since they’d divorced, she was a whore. The damn kid was up his ass half the time because of it.

Now that he thought about it, Robert brought in plenty of cash these days. He couldn’t jerk off in porno theaters for the rest of his life.

He could have nice house in the suburbs, a little wife. Maybe another kid. Eventually.

The idea of the submissive little wife waiting at home every night, keeping a clean, neat house? Ready to fuck him when and how he wanted? He liked that idea. Maybe.

“You ready?” Richie asked him as he climbed in his Cadillac.

Robert was always ready. He discreetly left the cyanide, the pictures in the front seat of Richie’s car. They were taking out a moron who’d tried to fuck the Gambinos in a drug deal. Stupid asshole should have known better…

Robert followed Richie to the man’s house on the edge of the city. Another nice house in suburbs. The intel they’d gotten said the man lived alone. Robert was the lookout, parking further down the street at a house where there were seven other vehicles. He watched as Richie pulled his car up along the curb not far from the guy’s house and popped the hood.

Their mark opened the door, peering out to see what was going on so late in the evening. Richie looked up, waved. The man closed his front door again.

Everything was going according to plan so far.

Richie walked up to the house, he needed to use someone’s phone because he broke down. That was the story. 

Reluctantly, the man made his final mistake. He let Richie in the house. Done deal. One spritz and he’d be dead. It was almost sunset, so all he had to do was come back with the ice cream truck once the sun went down, grab the body, and tuck it in the freezer to process.

Richie rushed back to the car, luckily no one was out in their yards right now. Robert pulled his car up behind him, maintaining the ruse. They talked for a minute, pretending to futz with something under the hood. Then it appeared all was fixed, and they drove off.

Dropping him off to get the ice cream truck, Richie drove off and Robert went to clean up the job.

Robert lucked out. There was a vacant house on the street behind the dead man’s. It was almost too easy. He entered the house, wrapped up the body, and got ready to haul his heavy ass out the back door.

That was when he heard it. A whimpering sound. Like a child or a small animal.

Fuck. Was someone else in the house?

When he jerked open the door to the pantry, he found her in a ball on the floor. Shaking like a leaf. A kid? Where the hell had she come from? The fucker was supposed to live alone.

Crouching next to her, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back to get a good look at her.

Well, hello.

Not a kid. No. A young woman in her twenties. Dragging her out of the pantry, he threw on the kitchen light to get a good look at her.

Just hints of makeup on her pretty face, her hair shiny and long. She had a good body, demurely covered by the pretty blue dress she wore. She wasn’t even half his size.

Robert grinned. He couldn’t help it.

Here she was as if she’d been conjured by his earlier thoughts. A pretty baby caught in a scumbag’s world, all alone and unprotected. He could just see her sitting in a church, in a college class.

On his lap...

Deciding he might as well give it a try since the opportunity presented itself, he smirked at her. The look of terror on her face just spoke to something primal in him, made him hard.

“D-did you kill my father?” her voice was barely above a whisper. He liked that too.

Daughter, huh? So much for living alone.

“Nope.” It wasn’t a lie. “I’m just here to play clean up.”

Those big eyes got even wider.

Carefully, Robert released her but stayed close, in her personal space. She smelled like flowers, gentle and sweet.

“Are you… going to kill me?”

“I could,” he explained. “Normally, I would. But I’m thinking I could just… keep you.”

Her lips parted and he could almost hear her heart pounding from where he stood.

“If I keep you,” he said slowly, “you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Keep me?” She asked in confusion.

Robert chuckled. “Not like you have a lot of options, huh? You can be dead with your father or go with me. Which is it?”

The first tear slid down one cheek while her hands twisted in front of her. She was visibly shaking, her gaze darting back and forth between him and father’s plastic-wrapped body. Robert couldn’t lie, he enjoyed having that affect on people. This was the part where he normally put them out of their misery.

Instead, he couldn’t help but imagine her like this, shaking and scared, beneath him. Stripped bare, all that smooth, soft skin his to mark up and touch.

Leaning in, he ran his nose along the gentle curve of her neck, loving how she jerked in fear because she had no idea what he was going to do.

“Which is it?” he purred low in her ear, enjoying how she shuddered. He wanted to make her do that again with her hot little snatch wrapped around his dick.

It was a long minute, but she finally said, “I’ll go.”

“Remember you agreed to it,” he told her as he pulled out a handkerchief and a small vial. Just a few drops would do.

It was easy to grab her, press the cloth to her nose and mouth. She went down in seconds. He loaded her into the truck before her father.

 ***

 Richie called him later at his house. “You get it done?”

“Of course,” he told him, listening to the soft sobbing coming from the inside of his guestroom. It probably wasn’t loud enough for Richie to hear but it did have him grinning.

“There might be a problem,” Richie went on.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, there’s a daughter. Just came to stay with him for the summer from college,” Richie went on.”I never saw her.”

“Taken care of,” Robert told him.

“What?”

Oh, he knew Richard would hate that. Richard and his fucking high-and-mighty I-don’t-kill-women-and-children bullshit.

“I took care of the girl. It’s done.”

“Fucker,” Richie growled, slamming down the pay phone.

Robert chuckled as he hung up his own phone. Richie would assume, like their client, that he’d killed her. He had to wonder what Richie would think of what he really did with her. Well, what he planned to do anyway.

Adjusting himself within his jeans, fuck he was hard, Robert blew out a plume of cigarette smoke and thought about what a fun night he had ahead of him.

Might as well get his little pretty baby broken in.

[jtargaryen18]

Pretty Baby

Part 2

Pairings:Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy (The Iceman) x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: This is a dark story for me. Bad language, hitmen, assassination, death by cyanide poisoning. chloroform, kidnapping, non-con, general creepiness. For that reason, I’m not tagging on this one. Please read responsibly.

Summary: A mark’s daughter is in the wrong place at the right time for Mr. Freezy…He decides to keep her.

A special thanks to @imanuglywombat for the gorgeous moodboard for this. Thank you SO much! 💕💕💕

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What had you done to deserve this?

Your heart thundered in your chest as you realized just what a bad turn your life had just taken.

Your mother had passed away at the end of your first year at the small women’s college in upstate New York. Your father introduced himself to you at her funeral. You had known of him but had never met him. You knew he’d sent money for you to your mother over the years.

When he’d told you that you could stay at his house for the summer, you’d taken him up on the offer. You thought it might be a way to get to know him, especially with your mother gone. It would also help with money so you could stay in school.

You’d been at your father’s house for maybe a week when you realized what a big mistake you’d made.

Your father was a drug dealer. Worse, he was a user too, so he was careless. The first night you’d had a spaghetti dinner he’d made and there had been some red flags in that first true conversation. Yeah. the house was worn down and your father had a rather crude sense of humor, but you hadn’t minded that. You’d give him a chance.

The hookers he’d had over that night? The two of them and your father had kept you up until four in the morning. You could only imagine what was going on because you hadn’t had sex at this point in your life. It had you thinking that maybe you should have just sucked it up, worked a couple of jobs, and lived in a crappy apartment for the summer like your friends.

You heard him talking in the next room, and it temporarily pulled you out of your memories, and your heart slammed in fear. Was he on the phone?

If you’d gone with your gut, maybe then you wouldn’t be handcuffed to a bed by the seriously scary man on the phone in the next room.

You’d managed to hide when the one man came to your house to use the phone. You’d been in the kitchen when your father grumbled about “some idiot who had broken down” on his street. Ironically, you were writing a letter for your father at the time. You were going to catch him out and leave the letter for him. You’d catch a bus and head back to the college.

When the knock on the door happened? Well, considering the hookers and shady types who had been in and out of your father’s house all week? You hid like a scared rabbit in the pantry with your notebook and pen.

Through the crack in the door, you saw the man. He was tall, a head taller than your father, with dark hair and colder eyes. You just knew he was there to kill him. You didn’t see how he did it. You just knew he was going to do it.

And he did.

You’d darted out of the pantry the minute the man left, checking your father for a pulse. There was none. But how he died wasn’t obvious. Your father hadn’t been shot or stabbed. His throat wasn’t slashed, his neck wasn’t broken.

You’d been terrified, wondering what to do. Did you call the police? And if you did and told them the truth, would whoever killed your father come after you?

Apparently, you sat there for a while because someone’s heavy tread thumped outside the kitchen door and you shot back into the pantry.

The second man? He came to collect your father. He was taller, younger, and hairy. His shoulders were wide, his arms heavily muscled. You’d watched in horror as he wrapped your father up in plastic and prepared to drag him away.

That was when the reality of the situation hit you. You had to get out of there. You had to get back to your friends. Tonight.

Only you never made it. No, you were in a strange house somewhere, you had no idea where. The man had knocked you out. Your right hand was handcuffed to the cheap brass headboard of the double bed you rested on.

The bedroom you were in was plain with off-white walls, dingy from neglect with cobwebs in the corners. No curtains hung on the windows and one of them was cracked. The shag run on the floor was worn and dirty. There was a small bedside table with rings stained onto its surface and a cheap lamp with a bare bulb and no shade on it for light.

Your heart leapt into your throat when the door to your room swung open and he walked in.

If I keep you, you going to be a good girl for me?

With your wrist chained to one bed post, your curled yourself into a ball next to it, watching as he walked around to your side of the bed, carrying the notebook you’d been writing in when your nightmare began.

The bed dipped when he sat down on the edge of the mattress at your feet. His eyes were blue behind those enormous wire-framed glasses, his face framed by long waves of dark hair. He wore a mutton chop beard. All of it combined to obscure his face. And it wasn’t an unattractive face if you looked closely.

You were afraid to look too closely. You were all too afraid you knew what he wanted and that you wouldn’t survive. You knew your only chance was to convince him to let you go.

Angling his shoulders toward you, they were broad, he grinned holding up the red notebook. The color flashed in your eyes like a warning.

“This yours?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

You swallowed hard, nodded.

Smirking, he opened the front cover and began to read.

“Dear Dad,” he began. “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. And I wanted to say thank you for offering me a place to stay this summer. But I decided it would probably be best for me to head back to the city, find a job for the summer, and study for the fall.”

Those intense eyes lifted from the page, his gaze locking with yours. You waited on him to say something, to do something. He just stared at you and your heart sped up, beating harder and faster.

When he went back to your letter, there wasn’t much left, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad we’ve had the chance to talk. If you’re ever in the city, I’d love to see you. Lots of love…” The man blew out an exhale before speaking your name.

Flipping through the pages of the notebook, he didn’t find anything else. At that point, he tossed the wire-bound book in the floor and regarded you carefully.

“You were just going to cut out on your old man,” he said baldly. “Is that it?”

“No.” Yes. Somehow you found your voice to speak. “I didn’t… want to be a… burden to him. And I do need to study...”

It sounded like a weak excuse, even to your own ears.

“Study, huh?” He scooted closer, his denim-covered thigh brushing the bottoms of your bare feet. “You have a boyfriend waiting or something?”

You shook your head quickly in denial. No. You’d been on a handful of dates, but no boyfriend.

“So you didn’t care how he felt about that?” he pressed on. “Doesn’t matter now. He’s dead. But I’m curious.”

Tears burned your eyes and you tried to blink them back.

“I barely knew him,” you explained. “I didn’t m-meet him until my mother’s funeral a few weeks ago.”

Dark brows rose in question above the frames of his glasses. “You’d never met him?”

You shook your head. “He sent money for me but…”

“What did you think when you met him?”

Why did this man want to know what you thought about your father?

“H-he was nice to me,” you offered.

“Nice, huh?” He shook his head, one hand sliding up to trace a finger along your instep. You jerked your foot away. “What did you think of the call girls he got high with each night?”

Despite your efforts, tears were beginning to spill from your eyes.

“It’s… was h-his business,” you told him. “It didn’t matter what I thought.”

His hand slid over your bare foot now, rough from hard work.

“You ever been around a drug dealer before?” he wanted to know. “A whore?”

You shook your head.

“But your mother had boyfriends, right?”

That hand massaged your foot, his fingers toying with your toes.

“No,” you replied. “We… we’re Catholic. He wouldn’t… sign the divorce papers. She was still married to him so she… she didn’t see anyone else. The church doesn’t allow it... It was just me and her.”

The man’s grin widened. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. With a firm grip on your ankle, he pulled your foot into his lap, playing with it.

“You’ve got… the cutest little feet,” he said idly. “Even toes, nice nails. Not many people have nice feet like these. Not even women.”

Leaning down, he brushed a wet kiss over the top of that foot, and you froze when his tongue touched your skin. It was unfamiliar enough that you were afraid to do anything about it.

“So, pretty baby,” he said in a teasing voice that just inspired more fear in you. “You didn’t really have a man in your life, did you?”

You shook your head. “It was just me and Mom. And she’s gone. If… if you let me go, I promise I won’t say anything to anyone. I don’t even have a lot of friends… I’ll just go back and…”

The amusement in his expression only increased. Lines formed around his eyes as he smiled.

“What did I tell you was gonna happen, huh?” Holding your ankle in one hand, the other slid up your calf to the back of your knee. “I’m going to keep you…” His fingers brushed the back of your knee and you jerked in his grip. “Never had a real good girl before.”

Leaning in closer, he made you feel crammed against the bedpost. “You’re a real good girl, aren’t you?”

Oh, God. You were afraid to answer that. But you couldn’t bear the way he was staring you down, so you nodded.

“You ever fucked before?”

You stared at him with wide eyes and he laughed which only heightened your anxiety. “That’s a no… You ever kissed anyone?”

That answer was likely obvious too and it only seemed to delight him.

“Never had a virgin,” he told you. “Even when I was one.”

With a firm grip on your leg, he pulled you closer to him. You bottom pressed to his hip now and tried to curl in on yourself. Your right arm pulled above your head in the handcuffs, the metal biting into your wrist.

“Mister, please,” you begged. “Please… let me go home.”

When you planted your left hand on his chest trying to hold him back, he grabbed that wrist and pressed it against the mattress next to your head. His other hand plucked his glasses off, tossing them into bedside table.

“I’m Robert,” he told you, his nose brushing yours as his heavy body pressed yours into the mattress. “You’re going to call me that. I’m not your Daddy…” His lips brushed yours, his tongue swiping your lower lip. “I’m not into that sir shit either…” Another kiss and it felt so odd with his mustache and beard against yours face. “A good little wife calls her husband by name.”

Good little wife?

You struggled to free your hands, but it did you little good. Robert held you easily.

With his free hand he reached under you to find the tab on your dress’s zipper and pulled it down. You muttered no against his lips, but it only gave him the opening to slide his tongue in your mouth. His kiss was deep, demanding but it didn’t hurt. You didn’t know how to return his kiss, so you let him take what he wanted, compliant until you felt his fingers working the hooks at the back of your bra.

You fought him then, trying to squirm away, trying to kick him. He chuckled as his lips moved across your face to your throat, his teeth nipping a little at the tender flesh he found there.

Just as quickly, he rose above you, grabbing the neckline of your dress and pulling it down along with your strapless bra. The spaghetti strap of your dress on your right side popped free, breaking since that arm was restrained.

You gyrated like crazy, doing everything you could to keep him from pulling it off with your hands out of play. It was all too easy for him. He was just too strong. When you were bare beneath him except for your sheer white panties, he made a growling sound as his greedy gaze roamed over you.

You were mortified. You couldn’t cover your breasts, you couldn’t hide anything with your hands caught and your lower body pinned under his weight.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his left hand skimming up your body with a delicacy you wouldn’t think he’d possess. He palmed a breast, gently squeezing it, testing its weight. “No scars. Sheltered life, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t look at him. No one had ever seen you like this.

You cried out in surprise when you felt his mouth cover the same breast. Robert moaned as he pulled the little point of your nipple into his mouth, his tongue tracing circles all around it. The bristle of his beard scraped sensitive skin, making your shudder and burn in humiliation. He took his time, his greedy mouth working both of your breasts while weakly tried to free yourself, to mentally distance yourself from what was happening to you.

“Hey.”

“Ouch!”

Robert had pinched your thigh hard and it hurt. Your gaze met his and you saw those blue eyes lit up in anger.

“Eyes on me,” he told you meaningfully. He pressed his lips to your ribs just below one breast. “Your full attention on me. Or you’ll pay for it.”

Swallowing nervously, you watched in horror as he chained wet presses of his lips over your tummy, over your covered mound. Your entire body clenched up, but he kept going, brushing kisses down over your thighs to your knees.

What was he doing?

Trembling like a leaf below him, all you could do was watch as he made his way to your feet, pulling one up and pressing kisses over the top, down to your toes. When he sucked your toes into his mouth and you felt his tongue rolling around them, you started from the unfamiliar sensation. It was odd, it was uncomfortable and yet…

No. No, it doesn’t feel good. No.

Robert spent long moments teasing your foot with his mouth before slowly moving back up to your ankle, his tongue and facial hair a wicked tease that had you squirming more despite yourself. His lips trailed back up the inside your knee, your thigh. When he just pressed his face into your covered womanhood, you full-on trembled.

When he hooked a long finger around the crotch of your panties and pulled them out of the way, your entire body tensed. Using powerful arms to wedge himself between your thighs despite your struggles, Robert smirked up at you.

“Stop,” he sounded more annoyed than angry. “You’ll like this part… Unless you want me to go in dry.”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew what he meant to do. You couldn’t look. You couldn’t ---

Sharp pain at your thigh and you stared as you realized that he bit the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

“What did I say?” he demanded,

“I’m sorry,” you managed, your voice low and shaking.

“No, what the fuck did I tell you to do, huh?” he demanded even as a rough finger slid through your lower, intimate lips.

“To keep…m-my eyes on… you,” you recited.

“That’s right,” he muttered lowering his head and you watched him press his face into your private flesh, rubbing the tip of his nose along the center of your pleasure in a way that had you squirming in his hold.

When he pressed his mouth into you, the feel of his lips and tongue, the tickle of his hair over your thighs and tummy, had you shaking more, fighting to keep still. He moaned into you, a muffled sound and it sent a delicate vibration through your lower body, causing your heart to quicken.

When you felt the quick flutter of his tongue against the pearl that had only ever known your touch, your hips jerked. One heavy hand reached up and violently grabbed the top of your panties, ripping them off. It returned to press over your abdomen, holding you down. The fluttering continued, filling you with shame, making you feel restless and… A foreign craving built within you as he kept going, grinding his face into an embarrassing amount of wetness as his tongue kept moving in crazy fast patterns.

You expelled a puff of breath, twisting in his grip. Finally, you didn’t think you could take it anymore, you tried to push him away with your left hand. Pressing the heel to his forehead. Robert ignored you, his tongue sliding down to the tight entrance he meant to breach.

When the point of his tongue started darting in that entrance, you decided to try harder, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling, not hard enough to hurt you hoped but enough to get his attention.

Your heart clenched in hope when he stopped.

“Harder,” he muttered.

You just stared at him. Did you misunderstand?

“Pull harder,” he told you before diving back in, doubling his efforts.

And you did, but you were trying to get him to stop, to take his mouth off you. You pulled his hair, fought against his grip. Tears stung the backs of your eyes in humiliation because even as embarrassed as you were, you felt a delicate ache building, a sweet pressure that was taking your breath away.

You knew from masturbation what an orgasm felt like. Good as those solo performances were, the pleasure he was forcibly building within you was beyond anything you’d experienced so far. You didn’t want to enjoy it. You wanted him to stop.

Didn’t you?

When he started fucking you with his tongue determinedly, you were in tears, pulling at his hair so hard you were surprised it wasn’t coming out in your hands.

“Please,” you begged. “Please… stop.”

When you felt a rough finger push into your untried channel you sucked in a breath. You felt it sliding in and out of you, felt his tongue continue to flick against your clit.

“Please,” you pleaded.

“Gonna bring you off,” he muttered against you. “You’ll thank me later.”

“What?”

The pad of his finger found a space deep within you and brushed it. You froze.

“There?” he asked, his hot breath pelting your wet flesh as that finger curled, hitting that space again in a way that took your breath, had you crying out in the room as your body pulsed in a powerful wave of pleasure that you hadn’t asked for. He kept moving that finger, the movement subtle but devastating, and you tried to pull him bald, thrashing on the bed as he used his tongue to make it worse, to keep it going.

When the spasms died down and you were left panting on the bed, you watched as he sat up, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He unbuttoned the striped shirt he wore, pulling it off to reveal his upper body, heavily muscled and his chest lightly covered with light brown hair. His breath came fast as he rose from the bed to shed his jeans and underwear, the entire time his heated gaze roamed over your body in greed.

Like the rest of him, his cock was big and it was swollen. You knew a moment’s panic. No way that was going to work. He saw where your attention went and took himself in hand, smooth strokes up and down. His grin was crooked and filled with ill intent.

“Time to get you opened up,” he told you, climbing over you on the bed.

Robert wasted no time in slotting himself between your thighs, lowering himself over you. You focused on your breathing. It was going to happen, and you could only imagine it would hurt worse if you fought him.

Breathe. In and out.

He was heavy and hot over you, positioning himself to spear into you with a firm hand. Instinctively, you parted your legs further, just hoping when this was over, he wasn’t going to kill you. If you could just live…

It stretched and burned as he pushed into you. When he reached your barrier, he lifted his gaze to yours. Some manic delight lit up his blue eyes.

“There it is,” he muttered. “Mine for the taking.”

Collaring both wrists in strong hands, he dropped more of his weight on you and then he pushed through the veil of your innocence fast and hard, pushing in to the hilt in one powerful thrust. You sucked in a breath at the pain, biting your lip until you tasted the coppery tint of your blood.

Robert was rotating his hips subtly, grinding into you slowly. When he spotted the blood on your lip, his mouth sealed over yours. His tongue tried to draw yours into his dance, but you still didn’t know the steps. You just held still, hoping it would be over soon. Hoping…

Breathe, in and out.

It was almost as if he moved in time with your breathing. The sting was horrible when he began to pull out of you and push back in. His body was taut above yours, muscles flexing as he worked over you.

“Fuck, you’re a tight little thing,” he told you, his dark hair hanging around his face as he fucked you. “Not… gonna be able to last long… Jesus…”

That’s what you wanted to hear. Almost done. Almost…

You kept your gaze on him, breathed. To your dismay, the pain faded, and you felt that same pressure start build in your core. You clenched around him, your legs came up to cradle his hips.

Robert grinned at you then. “That’s it. You’re getting the hang of it.”

Dropping his left hand, his fingers slid between you. Delicate strokes of his fingers on your clit – how was such a beast of man able to touch that lightly? – until you were right there on the edge, feeling like a bomb about to go off.

“Come on,” Robert leaned down to whisper hotly in your ear, teasing the shell of it with his tongue until you were trembling beneath him. His cock drove into you over and over and the wicked, teasing glide of his fingers were inescapable.

You screamed when you came and you knew he was saying something, cheering you on. But you were lost to the waves of pleasure the rough man above you was imposing. His thrusts came harder, the slight pain bringing you around.

With no warning, he lifted from you, pulling himself free of your channel and stroking himself hard and fast as his come spurted across your belly and thighs. You fought to breathe, keeping your eyes on him. You didn’t miss the blood that covered his cock, his hand.

When he was spent, he slumped on his knees above you, panting. You were afraid to move, just lying there with your heart flying, wondering in growing fear what happened to you now.

Robert reached over to grab his glasses and put them back on, suddenly fascinated with your private flesh and his own.

“You did bleed, didn’t you?”  Impersonally, he swiped a finger through your folds, holding it up so you could see it was stained red. “You bled a lot.”

Am I going to bleed more? Are you going to kill me?

Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he used it to clean you up. Again, he was a lot more careful than you would have expected.

“Your shirt?” Wouldn’t your blood ruin it?

Robert shrugged. “What? I can get blood out of anything.”

That wasn’t something you wanted to hear.

Carefully, you pulled up a litte and he wasn’t stopping you. You weren’t able to reach your dress with your wrist cuffed to your distress.

As you watched, he reached for his jeans, pulling out a tiny pair of keys, He reached up and freed you from the handcuff. In the next instant, his hand was around your neck.

“Now, let’s get this out of the way,” he was nose to nose with you. “You live here now. You’re all mine. My little wife.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d used that phrase. You couldn’t begin to understand what was in his head. You did the safest thing you could think of and nodded.

“Until I have you trained, I’m going to keep you secured here in the house,” he explained with an undertone of menace in his voice. “I’ll be generous and give you a nice long leash.”

Leash?

“You ever try to sneak out,” Robert looked you dead in the eye, “or you try to get someone to help you, I’ll kill you. And I’ll kill whoever you pull into it. It’s what I do for a living, okay? I’m good at it… Don’t piss me off.”

You didn’t doubt him.

“Okay,” you muttered.

“Okay, what?”

Your mind scrambled but you finally realized what he wanted you to say, “Okay, Robert.”

That grin. His hand idly slapped your outer thigh.

“Good girl,” he said. “Get dressed. I’ll make us something to eat.”

He pulled on his jeans and sauntered out the bedroom.

Gingerly, you sat up, your lower body aching. You pulled your bra and dress back on. He’d ruined your panties. Stumbling through the room, you spotted the bathroom next door and locked yourself in there. You’d clean yourself up, pull yourself together.

My little wife.

You blew out a shaky exhale as you took a seat on the toilet lid.

On the sink, was a small vase with tiny white roses. Plucking one out, you held it in your shaking hand.

What were you going to do?

[jtargaryen18]

Good luck sleeping, Steve lol 😈😈😈 But I’m sure he wants to do this right. Damn! Threaten a girl with a good time. I love this. Sure would love to see the follow up. Thank you so much! HUGS

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So I I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s the first thing I’ve written probably since high school. All of the wonderful writers I follow on here inspired me. And when I saw @jtargaryen18 post about #30daysofChris I decided to give it a shot! It might completely suck and that’s ok. I had a whole lot of fun going out of my comfort zone and writing it! This beautiful man above also inspired me. Enjoy!

Rating:probably Mature

Warnings: some smut, language, embarrassment, and fluff

Pairing: SteveXReader

Length: 2.4k

You were finally able to relax after the week from hell. Being an Avenger was rewarding, but exhausting. It seemed like every time you got back from a mission; you’d be sent off to another one right away. So, this day off was rare and you were going to enjoy it dammit.

The compound was relatively empty for once so you were going to take over the living room and binge watch all the 50 Shades of Grey movies since you still had yet to see them. You loved the books so you were excited to finally be watching the films.

You pop some popcorn and poor yourself a glass of red wine and grab the softest, fluffiest blanket you can find and get settled on the couch. Just as you were about to press play on the first movie, you hear footsteps coming up behind you.

“Oh, hey Y/N. I thought you went out with everyone else?” Steve says as he plops down beside you and grabs some popcorn. “No, I really wanted to stay in this evening and just have some time to myself.” You say sweetly hoping he’ll get the hint that you want to be alone. Sure, you liked Steve and he was pretty to look at but sometimes you just wanted to be alone you know?

“Yeah same here, that’s why I didn’t go out. What are you watching?” He asks while stealing some of your blanket to drape over his insanely long, thick legs. You internally shrug and figure it won’t be that bad if Steve joins you in your binging. “The 50 Shades of Grey movies. Have you seen them?” you ask looking over at him as you press play. He looks back over at you with his brows furrowed. “Are those the ones about sex all the women were going crazy over a few years back?” he asks while stealing more of your popcorn. “Yep, I read all the books but never had a chance to watch all the movies. You are welcome to stay and watch them, unless they’d make you too uncomfortable.” You sincerely tell him as your gaze fixes on the screen. “Why do you assume they’d make me uncomfortable? Because I don’t seem to have as much experience as everyone else in that department?” he asks, teasing you.

You can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “God, no that’s not what I mean at all! I just know some people aren’t comfortable with sex and movies about it that’s all.” You say as your curious mind starts to wonder just how much experience he has. “I know Y/N, I’m just messing with you.” He says as he reaches over to ruffle your hair. You have to admit his touch, even though brief, felt nice. You settle back into the couch and pull the blanket a little further up your body. You glance over at Steve from the corner of your eye and just take a moment to realize how truly handsome he is.

Sure, you’ve always thought Steve was attractive but you’ve never thought of him as more than a friend. But now as you look at him you can’t help but wonder what he’d feel like on top of you, pressing you down into the couch with his lips attached to your neck while you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. You’d wrap your legs around his trim waist and pull him even close-

“Y/N? you ok? You look a little flushed.” Steve snaps you out of your daydream. You turn to look at him and realize he had scooted closer to you. You lick your lips and watch as his eyes drift down towards the movement. Your breath catches as he looks back up into your eyes and asks, “Y/N? Would it be ok if I kissed you?” Your mouth processes your response a lot faster than your brain because the next thing you hear yourself utter is, “Yes.”

He lifts his hand and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly leans in. He stops when he’s almost there and you realize he’s waiting for you to come the rest of the way, giving you a chance to change your mind. You grab onto his arm and lean the rest of the way in and softly brush your lips over his. The feeling is absolute heaven. His lips move against yours perfectly. Like they were made for you. He backs away and looks into your eyes, “Wow” is all he can say.

You decided you haven’t had enough and grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. This one more passionate than the last. You hear him moan into the kiss as your fingers make their way into his hair and give a little tug. He moves his hands down to your waist to pull you in even closer as his tongue dances across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You happily oblige and touch your tongue against his making him groan into the kiss.

He pulls you away again while panting heavily and says, “I want you. Please tell me you want me too?” Well the feeling was definitely mutual on your end. So, you push him against the back of the couch and straddle him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want you, too.” You say as you lean down to kiss him again. Right before your lips touch, he says “Yeah? What do you want from me baby?”

“All of you, Steve. Please.” You say as you go to try to kiss him again. He pulls back and you groan in frustration. “Patience honey, I just need to hear exactly what you want. Tell me, Y/N.” He says in a little firmer tone. You can feel his erection pressing into you and you try to start grinding your hips but he grabs them to stop you and looks at you expectantly with one eyebrow raised.

“God, I want you to fuck me Steve. Please.” You all but yell at him. “That’s all I needed to hear’” he says as he starts attacking your neck with his mouth as one of his hands moves its way to your ass kneading the flesh and making you groan. The other hand makes its way inside your shirt and towards your breasts. Thank god you decided not to wear a bra. He pinches your nipple between his fingers making you squeal in pleasure. He pushes his hardness up into your core and makes you moan as you start slowly rocking against him.

You can feel how embarrassingly wet you are. You start moving your right hand down his torso, enjoying feeling his muscles flex under your touch. You move your hand and palm his impressive bulge through his jeans and squeeze just the slightest bit. He grunts in response and jerks his hips up into your hand."Fuck Y/N, what are you doing to me?" He asks looking into your lust blown eyes that mirror his own.

You smirk and tug his hair enough to move his head to the side. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper seductively, "Just teasing you, Captain. What's wrong? Don't you like my hand on your cock?" He growls in response and pushes you until you are now underneath him on the couch. "Maybe we'll see how you like it sweetheart." he mumbles as he starts by kissing and biting at your neck.

It takes him no time at all to find your sweet spot. You whimper when he sucks harder on that spot and start yanking on his shirt, signaling you want it off. He ignores your efforts and starts grinding his hips against yours, creating the sweetest friction. You start to feel his hand move down your body, squeezing every bit of flesh on the way down. He's almost to where you need him most when he stops and starts playing with the hem of the pajama shorts you have on.

Meanwhile his other hand moves towards your other breast to give it attention. His mouth continues assaulting your neck with kisses and love bites. You know you'll definitely have marks tomorrow but you could care less right now with this beautiful super soldier on top of you. "Steve, please stop teasing me. I need you." you utter in what you know is a desperate voice. You can feel your pussy throbbing with need.

"What do you want baby? Tell me, tell your Captain what you want." He whispers huskily in your ear. "Your hands, Captain, I need your hands on me." you say as you grab his hand to lower towards your awaiting center. "My hands are on you sweet girl." Steve says as he moves to the other side of your neck. "Where do you want my hands Y/N? I won't know unless you tell me." You start to realize Steve wants you to tell him exactly what you want so you grab his face and move it back so your eyes can meet his. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit into that pretty mouth of yours.”

You can feel the shiver that runs throughout his body at your words. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers as he slowly slides down your body. He gets settled in between your legs and starts rubbing you through your shorts. You slowly start grinding against his hand a little harder, pulling his golden locks through your fingers. He moves his hand to the waistband of your shorts and starts pulling them down as slow as possible. 

Before he can get them to your knees he abruptly halts and looks towards the hallway. Before you even have time to ask what’s wrong Steve puts your shorts back in place and pulls you into a sitting position and throws the blanket over the both of you. “Um, Steve? I know you don’t have the most experience with sex but that’s not all that it entails.” You say kind of frustrated as you scoot a little away from him.

Right as you were about to say something else you hear it. The elevator dings, announcing someone was coming up. You turn around and watch as Tony, Bucky, Sam, and Nat come off the elevator and seeing you, come your way. “So the club sucked.” Tony announces as he heads towards the fridge. “Yeah so we decided to come back and hang out with you guys.” Sam says as he comes and grabs a handful of popcorn while sitting down next to Steve. You continue staring at the screen knowing if you make eye contact with anyone your face will go red.

“Are you guys watching 50 shades?” Nat asks as she sits beside you on the couch. “Isn’t that movie against Capsicle’s code of conduct or something?” Tony asks as he too comes and takes some popcorn. “I’m 96, I’m not dead Tony.” Steve utters as he rolls his eyes while avoiding eye contact with you. Bucky just stands there eyeing you two suspiciously. He rakes his eyes over you, at your disheveled appearance. Then over to Steve and noticing his flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

“Oh my god!” He exclaims pointing at you two. Everyone snaps their heads in yours and Steve’s direction. “They were totally fucking on the couch before we got here!” He says with a smirk as he watches your eyes go wide. “No we weren’t!” “You guys interrupted us!” You both exclaim at the same time. You look at him wide eyed. “Steve! They didn’t need to know that!” You say as you slap his arm.

Bucky just stares at you triumphantly for being right. Nat smirks at you as she wriggles her eyebrows in your direction. Sam holds his fist out for Steve who just shakes his head no. Tony looks from you to Steve with an odd expression on his face. “I don’t know whether to be proud that the old man was finally getting some, or disgusted it was on this brand new couch! Seriously guys we all sit here!”

“And I’m going to bed. Thank you everyone for officially making this awkward and super mortifying.” You say as you get up and walk toward the elevator. “Doll, do you expect any less from us?” Bucky asks as he chuckles at you. You throw up your middle finger as you step on the elevator causing the gang to lose it. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand comes in between and stops them. They open up to reveal the beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed man taking up your thoughts.

He walks in and stands next to you with his hands in his pockets suddenly shy. For a minute you think you’re going to spend the whole ride in silence when he speaks up. “So, um, sorry about that back there. I don’t know what came over me.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, no worries. Guess we kind of got caught up in the moment.” You offer a kind smile, but inside you feel a little disappointed thinking he regretted what happened. “I usually like to date a girl for awhile before anything intimate happens. I guess you just bring it out in me.” He smirks as he moves to stand in front of you.

Looking up into his eyes you see nothing but kindness with a hint of playfulness. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me one night this week Y/N?” He asks nervously, praying you’ll say yes. You smile at him and grab his bicep and give a little squeeze. “I would absolutely love that Steve” He just smiles back at you and wraps his arms around your waist and leans in just enough that his lips brush yours. You smile wide and lean the rest of the way in while wrapping your arms around his neck and give him the sweetest kiss. 

The doors open on your floor and you reluctantly pull away from Steve. “This is my stop soldier.” You say smiling up at him. “I’d ask you back to my room but I’d really like to do this right and see where it goes. You’re worth the wait.” He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You blush and start heading towards your door, suddenly glad you got interrupted by an elevator ding.

[jtargaryen18]

30 Days of Chris

The Stories

A super fantastic collection of stories about Chris and his characters. I’m just blown away. I never expected this type of response to a humble challenge. Thank you so much! We’re here until June 30th!

There are a variety of themes and story types. Mind the tags and warnings. Please read responsibly.

FICS

Andy Barber

Dirty Game @ozarkthedog

Happy Birthday, Mr. Barber @imanuglywombat

It’s Not Your Fault @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Let Me Take Care of You @donutloverxo

Little Rose @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​

Soaked Leather @ozarkthedog​

Those Snuggles @omega-nicole (Also Curtis Everett au)

Till Death Do Us Part @star-spangled-beard-burn

Ari Levinson

Tonight I’m Yours @jtargaryen18

Chris Evans

And They’re Always Glad You Came @jennmurawski13

Awful Day @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Baby Awe @angrybirdcr

Bananas For You @angrythingstarlight

Good Morning Showers @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Happy Birthday, Baby @smediumsmeatbae​

Hard to Get @jennmurawski13​

Hell Hath No Fury @nachtaiwrites​

I Want to Be Like You @evansxxx

Imagine Your Wedding @smediumsmeatbae

Magnetism @smediumsmeatbae

Make You Feel My Love @angrybirdcr

Pain of Being in Love @randomsevans

Pain of Being in Love Pt. 2 @randomsevans​

Poor Dodger @angrythingstarlight​

Practice @angrythingstarlight

Rainy Day @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​

Reconcile @stargazingfangirl18​

Vacation @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

We Have Lift Off @la-zerpussy

When I Feel I Can’t Go On @smediumsmeatbae

You are the Reason @angrybirdcr​

You’re Never Too Old @randomsevans​

Colin Shea

Goals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Neighbor from 6A @helenaeisenhower

Curtis Everett

Little Thief @lok1sgrl

To Forget @trillian-anders

Treason Train @threeminutesoflife

Frank Adler

Close @trillian-anders

Hayden (Harvard Hottie)

Bookends @evansweaters

Jake Jensen

Hot Girl Bummer @jtargaryen18​

Hot Girl Bummer Pt 2 @jtargaryen18​

Too Loose and You’ll Lose It @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Jake Wyler

Tainted Love @nbarnes

Johnny Storm

Bad Idea @stargazingfangirl18

Fantastic Flamer @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Ice Blue Panties @jtargaryen18

Sweet Surprise @stargazingfangirl18

Kyle

Class Fight @nbarnes

Lucas Lee

So A Guy Walks Into a Bar @trillian-anders

Me (Playing it Cool)

We Gotta Watch the Wet Bandits @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Mike Weiss

Love the Way You LIe @donutloverxo

Nick Vaughan

The Look @denisemarieangelina

Paul Diskant

First Day @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale

Baby Driver @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Criminal @trillian-anders

Guidance @donutloverxo

Remember to Forget Me @angrythingstarlight

You Can’t Be Serious @randomsevans

Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy”

Cold as Ice @hettie-drysdale

Crazy About You @donutloverxo

Pretty Baby @jtargaryen18

Pretty Baby pt 2 @jtargaryen18

Daddy Can’t Save You Now, Princess @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Steve Rogers

A First Goodbye @whateveriwant​

Acceptance @nekoannie-chan​

Another Dimension @nekoannie-chan

Another Night In @beetlejuicelover

Another Night In Pt 2 @beetlejuicelover

Birthday Fun @donutloverxo​

Blood Roses @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Charm-ed  @nekoannie-chan

College Sweetheart @star-spangled-beard-burn

The Club @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Destiny @nekoannie-chan

Down With the Ship @brooklyn-1918

Elevator Dings @americasass91​

Esperando @nekoannie-chan​

The Fashion Show @denisemarieangelina​

Finger Painting @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

Fluffy Alphabet @donutloverxo

The Habit @randomsevans

The Habit pt 2 @randomsevans

His @omega-nicole

Ice Cream Date @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

I’m a Slave 4 U @ne-gans​

June 13th @cevansgirl

Mommy Dearest @donutloverxo

Murder, He Wrote @sophiria

No Good To My Heart, Darlin @omega-nicole

Not a Lady @donutloverxo

Old-Fashioned Man @denisemarieangelina​

The One Thing You Can’t See @myoxisbroken

Ready of Not @navybrat817

Regrets @nekoannie-chan​

Reunited @stargazingfangirl18​

Rose @randomsevans​

Ruby Digits @whateveriwant

Shy @nekoannie-chan​

Soft @omega-nicole

Special Delivery @chrisevansdaddycap​

Stay @omega-nicole​

Still His @omega-nicole​

Stolen Raindrops @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​

Sweet Surprise @suzieqsez​

Where You Belong @chuuulip​

Wildest Dreams @angrythingstarlight​

Words @omega-nicole​

Worthy @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

ART

Finger Painting (Moodboard) Fic by @chris-evans-indian-fanfic Art by @donutloverxo

Ice Cream Date (Moodboard) Fic by @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Art by @donutloverxo​

[jtargaryen18]

The Stories

A super fantastic collection of stories about Chris and his characters. I’m just blown away. I never expected this type of response to a humble challenge. Thank you so much! We’re here until June 30th!

There are a variety of themes and story types. Mind the tags and warnings. Please read responsibly.

FICS

Andy Barber Fics

Ari Levinson

Chris Evans

Curtis Everett

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

Other Chris Evans Characters

[jtargaryen18]

Chris Evans

And They’re Always Glad You Came @jennmurawski13

Awful Day @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Baby Awe @angrybirdcr

Bananas For You @angrythingstarlight

Don’t Fight Back @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Good Morning Showers @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Happy Birthday, Baby @smediumsmeatbae​

Hard to Get @jennmurawski13​

Hell Hath No Fury @nachtaiwrites​

I Want to Be Like You @evansxxx

Imagine Your Wedding @smediumsmeatbae

In The Eyes of the Beholder @angrybirdcr

Magnetism @smediumsmeatbae

Make You Feel My Love @angrybirdcr

Morning Emoji Fun @denisemarieangelina

My Girl @angrybirdcr

Pain of Being in Love @randomsevans

Pain of Being in Love Pt. 2 @randomsevans​

Parisian Nights @angrybirdcr

Poor Dodger @angrythingstarlight​

Practice @angrythingstarlight

Rainy Day @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​

Reconcile @stargazingfangirl18​

Vacation @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

We Have Lift Off @la-zerpussy

When I Feel I Can’t Go On @smediumsmeatbae

You are the Reason @angrybirdcr​

You’re Never Too Old @randomsevans​

[jtargaryen18]

Excuse me? Where have you been hiding this talent??? Finger painting indeed. That was awesome! 🙏💖💕 Thank you so SO much!

Visit @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​ here

Finger Painting

One shot

This is for one of my most favourite writer's challenge! My one-shot entry for @jtargaryen18 writing challenge for her and Chris Evans' birthday month 😄

Description - It's been a month since the reader (Y/N) and Chris Evans have started dating. As the reader is plump around the stomach and the hips, she feels awkward having sex with Chris and so, has been putting it off. But what happens when Chris walks in on her "finger painting"?

Warning - Female masturbation, mentions of porn

Only 18+ proceed!

1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 26 minutes ago, your dreams had come true. You had started dating Chris Evans! The two of you had met at an axe-throwing club, where you worked. Chris had failed to hit the axe on the wooden board, multiple times. After his first few futile attempts, his group of friends had started teasing him relentlessly, which had further made him anxious.

You had seen him fidgeting with his hands, his breaths shallow as he kept running his hands through his hair. You recognised the signs of anxiety when you saw them, being a victim of anxiety bouts yourself. That's enough, you had decided and taken it upon yourself to share some tips. Chris had followed your instructions and hit his mark, successfully silencing his friends.

After then, he had visited the club almost every week for 5 months. He often offered to buy you a cup of coffee "in exchange for sharing your wise axe-throwing wisdom" he had put it. Putting your anxiety at bay, you had finally given in.

You smiled remembering the coffee-date. It was a simple under $20 date but it had been full of priceless, magical moments. The warm coffee in your hands, soft and crunchy chocolate chip cookies, slow walk under the gorgeous yellow and orange autumn trees, and a lifetime worth of conversations to keep you both company.

After a few more of such simple dates, Chris had officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Still high from the magical date, you had agreed without a second thought.

What you didn't realise was that while dating Chris was a dream come true, it was also as if one of your worst nightmares had come alive.

You found yourself constantly wondering how can someone like him date someone like you?! While you were sure Chris was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, on the other hand, you knew that you were the inspiration for the Michelin tire mascot. And so, even after dating him for 1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 45 minutes, you still couldn't muster the strength to get physical with him.

While Chris hadn't made any moves to get intimate with you, you knew time would come wherein you would have to either talk to him about it, or get naked in front of him. You didn't like either of those prospects.

Sighing, you laid down on your bed, feeling down after a long day at work. You needed to make yourself feel good. You needed a release.

As you prepared for your bath, you heard your mobile ring. "Hey baby," Chris' voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the call, "wanna watch a movie tonight?"

"Hey Chris, I am too tired. I think I will just go to bed."

"Awww. Are you going to sleep already? Did you eat?" he inquired.

"I was actually about to take a bath, then eat," you replied.

"You sound so stressed baby. Why don't you do some finger painting? I am sure that will make you feel better," Chris suggested.

You have no idea, you thought. "Yeah that's a good suggestion. I will do that."

"You should. I bet they are masterpieces," he said, subtly expressing his desire to view her finger paintings, again.

"Hehe yeah," you laughed awkwardly, "I got to go now. Will take to you tomorrow, 'kay?" you said, eager to cut the call.

"Mmm okay. Take care of yourself baby," said Chris.

Chris found it weird that you had never shown him any of your paintings. Plus, you also avoided the question or were quick to change the topic. With curiosity getting better of him, he decided to head for your place, picking up wine, flowers and chocolates along the way.

After the long bath, you laid on the bed. Legs parted, your left hand immediately went to your bare sex, foregoing all the formality with your breasts. Your right hand browsed through Chris' video interviews on your mobile phone. While porn had worked well for you earlier, it just wasn't good enough anymore. You didn't find those naked, muscular men attractive now.

Selecting your favourite video interview of Chris, you played it on your speaker. His deep and strong voice blared on the loudest volume, while his bearded face, and a tight tshirt hugging his muscles filled your smartphone screen. You were already getting wet, your fingers easily diving through your folds. Time to do some finger painting.

When Chris reached your apartment, he heard a muffled male voice through the door. He tried the broken doorbell and when you didn't answer his knocks, he used the spare key hidden under the welcome mat to enter.

At first, he was surprised to hear a male voice talking on the speaker. He thought maybe you were listening to a podcast. But there was something familiar about the voice...

After a moment, realisation struck! You were watching his interview! Aaawww which meant you were missing him. Good thing he came down to pamper you.

Wishing to surprise you, he sneaked around the living room and entered the kitchen, only to find it empty. Then he heard a small moan from your bedroom. He carefully entered through the ajar door and found one of the most sexiest sights in front of him.

You were sprawled on the bed, your back arched just the tiniest bit as you rapidly thrusted 2 fingers inside of you, with your other hand fondling your bundle of nerves. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, finally understanding the meaning behind finger painting.

He slowly started rubbing his growing erection as you neared your release. You ended your ministrations with an exclamation, your body hitting the mattress as relaxation flooded through you. A peaceful smile crept up on your face, as you felt your release seeping between your thighs.

You screamed with shock as 200 pounds of drop-dead-gorgeous landed on top of you. 2 twinkling eyes, filled with lust and a cocky smirk flashed above you. "Honey, if this is what you call finger painting, then I would love to dip my brush in your paints," Chris said right before he captured your lips with his.

That was it. All it took was a hungry, sexual and passionate kiss to drive away all of your doubts, your anxiety.

You almost laughed at the speed with which Chris disposed off his clothes, his hard and unyielding body merging together with your soft, plump frame, eliminating all the distance between you two.

[jtargaryen18]

Steve Rogers

A First Goodbye @whateveriwant​

Acceptance @nekoannie-chan​

Another Dimension @nekoannie-chan

Another Night In @beetlejuicelover

Another Night In Pt 2 @beetlejuicelover

Blood Roses @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

Charm-ed  @nekoannie-chan

College Sweetheart @star-spangled-beard-burn

The Club @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Delicate @corneliabarnes

Destiny @nekoannie-chan

Down With the Ship @brooklyn-1918

Elevator Dings @americasass91​

Esperando @nekoannie-chan​

The Fashion Show @denisemarieangelina​

Finger Painting @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

The Habit @randomsevans

The Habit pt 2 @randomsevans

His @omega-nicole

Ice Cream Date @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

I’m a Slave 4 U @ne-gans​

June 13th @cevansgirl

Just a Taste @whateveriwant

The Lawyer Lies @randomsevans

The Lawyer Lies Pt 2 @randomsevans

Murder, He Wrote @sophiria

No Good To My Heart, Darlin @omega-nicole

Old-Fashioned Man @denisemarieangelina​

The One Thing You Can’t See @myoxisbroken

Ready or Not @navybrat817

Ready or Not Pt 2 @navybrat817

Regrets @nekoannie-chan​

Reunited @stargazingfangirl18​

Rose @randomsevans​

Ruby Digits @whateveriwant

Scrappy Doo @tansypoisoning

Secret Love @nekoannie-chan

Sexy Stuff About Steve @writing-in-a-cottage

Shy @nekoannie-chan​

Soft @omega-nicole

Special Delivery @chrisevansdaddycap​

Stay @omega-nicole​

Still His @omega-nicole​

Stolen Raindrops @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​

Sweet Surprise @suzieqsez​

Where You Belong @chuuulip​

Wildest Dreams @angrythingstarlight​

Words @omega-nicole​

Worthy @chris-evans-indian-fanfic

[jtargaryen18]

Other Chris Characters

Cary Baston

Going to Prom with Cary Baston @writing-in-a-cottage

Colin Shea

Goals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Neighbor from 6A @helenaeisenhower

Frank Adler

Close @trillian-anders

Hayden (Harvard Hottie)

Bookends @evansweaters

Jake Jensen

Full Disclosure @stargazingfangirl18

Half Past Six @star-spangled-beard-burn

Hot Girl Bummer @jtargaryen18​

Hot Girl Bummer Pt 2 @jtargaryen18​

Too Loose and You’ll Lose It @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Jake Wyler

Tainted Love @nbarnes

James Mace

The Love You Leave Behind @itgetsdarksometimes35

Peaceful Waves @navybrat817

Jimmy

Don’t Forget Those Diamonds Tonight @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Johnny Storm

Bad Idea @stargazingfangirl18

Fantastic Flamer @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Half Past Six @star-spangled-beard-burn

Ice Blue Panties @jtargaryen18

Sweet Surprise @stargazingfangirl18

Kyle

Class Fight @nbarnes

Lucas Lee

So A Guy Walks Into a Bar @trillian-anders

Me (Playing it Cool)

Tonight It’s Scrooge McDuck @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

We Gotta Watch the Wet Bandits @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Mike Weiss

Promise to Not Promise @angrythingstarlight

Nick Vaughan

The Look @denisemarieangelina

Paul Diskant

First Day @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy”

Cold as Ice @hettie-drysdale

Pretty Baby @jtargaryen18

Pretty Baby pt 2 @jtargaryen18

Daddy Can’t Save You Now, Princess @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

[jtargaryen18]

Andy Barber

Dirty Game @ozarkthedog

Dirty Game: Repercussion @ozarkthedog

Happy Birthday, Mr. Barber @imanuglywombat

It’s Not Your Fault @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Little Rose @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​

Soaked Leather @ozarkthedog​

Those Snuggles @omega-nicole (Also Curtis Everett au)

Till Death Do Us Part @star-spangled-beard-burn

[jtargaryen18]

The brutality of Steve in this was very well done. Wonderful dark tale. Dare I hope we see more to this? 💖💕💖 Amazing!

Check out @smutsonian​‘s Masterlist today! 

ma'am may we have some dark king steve or chris smuts thank ya ma'am

your king

king!steve rogers x reader

warnings: dark!steve rogers, noncon, loss of virginity, violence, multiple deaths, this lowkey scared me, i feel sorry for your cold back :( ,i never do proofreading, my brain farted this fic out soz bout that 

word count: 2.2k 

an: wat da feuk this is not a fucking drabble also, i tried to use ‘medieval’ words and you could probably tell by reading the first paragraph but that didn’t work out so the ending went wack ratatata also, omg this my first medieval au so go easy on me

masterlist

The snow that used to be a picturesque scenery was now everything but not. The usual sight of white snow blanketing every house in the little town that your family reigned and your people prancing around the crystalline surface of the snow was reshaped into something sinister. The once affable little town turned into an appalling mess of a borough. The white snow was now covered in the crimson liquid that once belonged to the people you considered as friends. The crystalline ice that was once filled with joyous laughter from the younglings was now filled with choking sounds from the bodies that are desperately trying to latch onto dear life as their slit throats paint the clear surface with the color of maroon.

The man who orchestrated the massacre of your family and the people of your town called himself many titles. His face was filled with pride when he introduced himself in front of your family. He called himself King Steve, the King of all kings, Maker of Change, Conqueror of Lands, and the Holder of the Shield. It was a lot of titles and everyone from your town was confused until the proud look on the intruder’s face turned into a sickening grin. Everyone soon discovered what it meant when his men started the attack. Your town is known for being a peaceful area and having peaceful townsfolks, no one the heart or the mastery of wielding a sword so it was only a matter of time before everyone you knew went down. The man who’s called King Steve made your royal family watch as his men slaughtered your people. After your town was filled with nothing but blood and carcasses, King Steve told your father of his plans.

 He told your father that he will no longer be the king and your mother will no longer be the queen, however, you were to be his queen. When he then turned to you with a foul smile before making long strides over to you, your father forced himself up from his kneeling position to step in front of you with a protective stance. “You’re not going to touch her.” You never heard your father speak with so much hatred and venom in his voice. King Steve laughed dryly before he raised an eyebrow to your father. “What are you going to do, stop me?”

 Your father’s face was filled with determination when he nodded at the man. “Are you certain that you’ll fight me? You can give me your greatest warrior and I can fight him instead.” He then looks around in an exaggerated manner before looking back at your father with a smirk. “Oh, right... All of your people are dead.” He continued on taunting your father until your father’s voice boomed. “I will fight you and in return, you’ll leave my family alone.” Your father never looked mightier than at that moment. The man gave a small laugh before nodding and getting into a fighting stance.

 Your mother was looking at your father with fearful eyes, quietly praying for the gods to look after him while you were watching everything unfold in front of you. Your father turned to look at you and your mother before giving both of you a reassuring smile. Everything happened so fast because the moment your father turned back around; the man’s huge hands made its way to your father’s head before snapping it to the side with a loud crack. Your father fell limp on the floor and your mother let out a shrill scream. The man clapped his hands before smiling at your mother. “You should never turn your back on the enemy. A simple rule when it comes to combat.” He shrugged before kicking your father’s body before turning to walk towards you once more.

 Your eyes widened in shock when your mother let out a scream as she stood up, running towards the man with a small dagger clasped in her hand. Before she could stab the man’s back, he turned around and held her armed hand and prying it away from her. He held her body against his chest as he looked at you. Your mother looked at you as well, tears continuously falling down her face. ‘I’m sorry’ she mouths before the man plunged the dagger down her chest all the while watching for your reaction. You couldn’t do anything but to watch as the life left your mother’s face and your father lying dead on the floor.

 “She’s got more fight in her than your father did, I must admit.” The man wiped the blood on the dagger with your mother’s dress before pocketing it. “Why are you doing this?” It was your first time speaking and it was the first time he heard you speak, thus the smile appeared on his face. “So, the princess does speak. I was worried I’ll have a mute queen by my side.” He walks over to your father, bending down to take the huge robe covered with fur from your father’s body and putting it on. He looked back at you before grinning. “Do I look like a proper king now?”

 “You’ll never be a king” You gritted your teeth before spitting on the space in front of his feet. He made a quick move towards you before gripping your face and glaring at you as his nose flared in anger. “I just killed your so-called king. I have killed lots of kings who weren’t strong enough to protect their people. Your father was the easiest to kill. This town was the easiest to conquer, thanks to your father. Your father was no king.” His grip on your face got tighter and your cheeks were starting to hurt. “And you think you’re better than him?” You glared at him. He laughs before letting go of your face. “Oh, princess. I’m better than everyone. I’m the fucking best and you’ll learn that in time.” He steps away from you before whistling out until a number of his men came entering the room. “Take her out of her garments and move her outside.” And with that, he disappeared out the door before his men started manhandling you out of your clothes until you were completely bare and filled humiliation as they carried you out and threw you on the cold surface of the snow.

 “Am I in heaven? You look better that way, princess.” The familiar voice made you cover your body with your hands as you looked up at the man who took everything away from you. He was covered with your father’s robe as he stood tall in front of your body. He squatted down until you were face to face. You shivered though you didn’t know if it was because of the closeness of his face or the coldness that was surrounding your bare body. “Is my princess cold?” He tilted his head and cooed at you before opening his arms along with the robe, revealing his naked body under it. Your eyes snapped down at the sight and he only chuckled in response before sighing. “If you don’t want to catch a cold, I suggest you come into your king’s arms.” He smiled at you before frowning when you crawled away from him, ignoring the sting of the cold ground under your body.

 In an instant, his body is on top of yours. You flayed under him until he had your hands on either side of your face while his body is in between your legs, cock brushing the inside of your thighs. “You would prefer to die instead of being my queen, is that it?” He leaned down to nip on your right ear before whispering. “Too bad. I’ll make it my mission to protect you and keep you alive. I’ll make you my queen whether you like it or not.” He moves his head down your neck and began sucking on your skin. You wiggled under his hold until you felt his cock rub against your folds earning a moan from him that made you immediately stop your movements.

 He grunted before pulling away from your neck. “Don’t stop now, you little tease.” He leaned down, breathing close to your face. He moves his hand down your body, groping your breasts and pinching the tit when you tried to wiggle away. Your back arched at the unfamiliar feeling and he chuckled as he watched your reaction. You watch him as he sucked on his fingers, eyes squinting in question at his actions. “Got to make this little cunt slippery for my big cock.” Your eyes widened as his fingers started playing with your folds until you felt it rubbing your opening. “Don’t do this. You’ve already done enou—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as one of his fingers intruded into your slit. You could feel his finger moving around inside of you as he continued pushing it inside of you. “What are you, a virgin?” He chuckled before biting his bottom lip as he watched your eyes close in discomfort. “Ahh… I should’ve known. Don’t worry, my queen. I’ll make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He added another finger and you grunted at the disagreeable feeling. “Shh.” He cooed before your body jolted when you felt his thumb rubbing against your clit. “You like that?” He laughs at you when you shook your head. “Stubborn little one, aren’t you? No worries…” His rubs got faster and you started to feel light-headed as something started building up inside you, begging to come out only to be stopped when he completely pulled his hands away from your cunt.

 “W-what?” You asked dumbly. “You almost came on my fingers, princess. We can’t have that now, can we? You can only cum on your king’s cock.” He palms his cock before taking a hold of it and guiding it towards your now wet cunt. He rubbed it against your shimmering folds until your hands moved towards his abdomen, eyes pleading him to stop. “Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you…” Desperate for him to stop his actions, your eyes started to tear up and you saw him clenching his jaw before moving away from your body.

 You breathed out a sigh of relief only to yelp in surprise as your body got turned around, your chest pressed against the white snow and hands restrained onto the small of your back as his body was back on top of yours. He presses a kiss on your cheek before shushing you when you cried at the feeling of his cock rubbing on your slit. “Shh… It’ll be quick.” He presses a kiss on your head before a hand covered your mouth. You let out a piercing scream when you felt his huge member penetrating inside your cunt at an unforgiving speed. He stopped halfway, telling you to breathe and wiping tears from your face. “P-please… I-I can’t! I can’t!” You wiggled under his body, stopping when he pushed his cock deeper and bottoming out, earning breathless cries from you. “Fucking tight and warm for me.” He grunted above you, ignoring your cries as he pulled halfway before slamming back in.

 He continued penetrating his cock into your cunt until your cries got quieter. He pulled out before flipping you back onto your back, his hand wiping the snow from your chest before slithering his cock back into your cunt slowly. He wiped the tears from your face before thrusting into you slowly. You started getting used to his size but your once virgin cunt was sore from the harsh treatment it got. Your clit was still sensitive from his earlier actions so when he rubbed it once more, your legs shook against his sides and he felt it. He started rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts got faster. You accidentally let out a whine and you saw his eyes lit up and his movements got even faster and his face got filled with determination.

 The feeling of something building up inside you returned and you hear him groan above you. “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for your king.” He grunted as his movements got sloppier. His thrusts got shorter and that’s when you felt it. Your back arched as your legs spasmed in delight around his torso. He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips before pushing his full length inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him twitch inside of you as spurts of warm liquids filled your walls. You were tense against his body but his kiss against yours distracted you from the feeling.

 He stayed inside of you until your body started shivering against him. He finally realized how your back is still against the cold snow and he quickly pulled you up to press you against his chest, covering the both of you with your father’s robe. You looked back at the space you were just in and found droplets of blood, reminding you of how he took your chastity away from you. He softly pressed your head against his chest, forcing you to look away from your blood. “It’s over.” He whispers before rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. “You’ll learn to love me.” He kisses the top of your head before carrying you back inside, promising to give you a hot bath.

[jtargaryen18]

Curtis Everett

Little Thief @lok1sgrl

To Forget @trillian-anders

Treason Train @threeminutesoflife

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Ransom Drysdale

Baby Driver @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​

The Bones @xoxabs88xox

Caught @stargazingfangirl18

Criminal @trillian-anders

drabble about ransom being a pusi @smutsonian

Remember to Forget Me @angrythingstarlight

The Wolf Within @randomsevans

You Can’t Be Serious @randomsevans