#senator chris evans

[scandinavianfairytale]

Filthy

Pairing: Senator Steve Rogers x Assistant Reader

Warnings: This is straight up filth 😅 18+, Rated R 🙈 Smut, including but not limited to: oral, PinV, cheating, power dynamic is askew, age gap...

It was wrong. So wrong. So very wrong. For a number of reasons.

1. He was married.

2. He was significantly older than you. And we're talking about that he could be you father older than you.

3. He was your boss.

You could probably think of other reasons why, but these were the major ones. Yet, it didn't stop you from lusting after the senator. And you tried to distract yourself, mainly with work, but whenever you were alone with him, your knees shook, your core throbbed, and your head felt dizzy.

But you couldn't seduce a married man.

Or maybe you could.

Just not as directly as you would any other men.

In the beginning you were subtle. A button opened there, a skirt too short there. A little moan or gasp sprinkled in between the meetings. A hand lingering too long.

Nothing. There was no reaction from Steve.

So then you resorted to blatant tactics. Before going into his office you changed into the same clothes, just two sizes two small. On a number of occasions you even forgot the bra.

Still nothing. He was driving you insane. After every meeting where you basically offered yourself on a silver plate,.you had to go to the restroom and take the edge off. Your hands felt like cheap alternative to what you were actually after. Even at home, your toys paled in comparison to the fantasies that were playing in your head.

In one last ditch effort, you put on the tightest skirt you had in your wardrobe, a skirt that was more like a second skin than a piece of clothing. Ditching the thong, you entered Senator Rogers office, knees shaking in anticipation of what might happen.

He fucked you that night. Three times. Your head was spinning by the end of the fuck session. You were bent over the table, taken on the floor, on all fours, the couch used for support after your arms gave out and then to properly finish the evening, you got down on your knees and sucked him off.

After that, you were hooked. You were insatiable. How could you not be? The way he looked, sounded, and carried himself was enough to drive a woman insane. Put that together with the best fuck you experienced in your life and you got yourself a proper cock whore.

Steve was preparing his notes for tomorrows speech when a soft knock on the door of his office interrupted his train of thought. Your head poked through the crack and he smiled, motioning you in.

"Why are you still here so late?" Steve asked as he patted the chair next to him, insinuating that you can or should sit.

"Well, there are so many things left to do by tomorrow." You replied as you sat down. Steve picked up his scotch and leaned back in the leather sofa he was sitting in.

"There's always a lot of work to be done. And I know all the necessary things have already been done, so why don't you try again, sweetheart." He smirked.

"I wanted to catch you alone." You bit your bottom lip.

"Oh?" Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"I want to help you. I can see you're stressed and I thought, maybe I could help."

"How do you think you could help me?" You stood up, and you took his hand, guiding it under your skirt. Steve's eyes widened as his hand came into contact with your bare and very wet pussy. Your breathing deepend as his guided hand cupped you, and your tummy tensed in anticipation.

"I think you might be right." Steve smirked as he scanned your face, eyes hodded, lips parted and a little flush in the cheeks.

Beautiful.

"Stand wider. I want to feel you." He commanded, and you obeyed, no questions asked. As soon as your skirt was hiked up, Steve's fingers invaded your slippery hole, making you moan. He started fingering you, and those wet, squelching noises that he loved started coming from you. Plus combining with your pants and moans...music to his ears.

He knew he was bad. Sick, some would even call him. After all, he was MUCH older than you and in a position of power.

But it's not like you were that innocent either. Not when you flaunted your assests just to get a rise out of your boss. You definitely were not innocent when you grabbed his tie, pulling him into a supply closet at the Gala and giving him the best head he's ever had, while his wife was looking for him. And especially not when after just swallowing his cum, you talked to his wife, laighing with her as if you were good friends.

And it's not like he didn’t feel the guilt. His wife was the love of his life. They made a life together. A good life. He still loved her. Steve knew he would always love Peggy. He knows he will never love anyone else, but love and lust are not the same. Missionary sex once a month in the shared bed is not the same as the risky, almost violent, ball busting sex in all positions in all places at all times pf the day or night.

"Senator." You moaned, as you stopped holding back your need and your hips started gyrating against his hand. That. That right there, that was what sealed the deal for him. That was when he realized that while it was a regrettable mistake, he was going to make it again and again. And again.

"Are you gonna cum?" Steve's eyes darkened as he watched your pussy grinding against his hand and knuckles and how your juices oozed out, dripping down his forearms.

"Uh-huh" Your needy voice surprised you. You have never been this needy before.

"Come here." He demanded, his other hand grabbing your hips, steadying them and he blew on your hot pussy, making you throw your head back, screaming in pleasure. Steve smirked before delving next to his fingers, and he started lapping at your juices, savoring the taste like a starved man.

"More. Pleaseee, senator." You begged.

"Call me Steve." He smirked and he stopped everything he was doing, making you keen.

"Steve! Please, don't stop." You uncleanched your eyes, but he could see how much you wanted to roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Better. Now cum, sweetheart, let me taste you, properly."

It took only a few thrusts before you squirted all over his face. He held you in place, saving you from crumpling down on the floor as your knees shook. Steve kissed your pussy, smiling up at you as your breathing started getting back normal.

"Let me take care of you." You whispered as you straddled his hips, opening his trousers and pulling his painfully hard cock out before slowly sinking on him, your overly sensitive pussy, pulsating as it made room for his gritty cock.

"You feel amazing." Steve moaned as he felt your wet walls. You kissed him, pressing your body as close as you could, letting both of you feel the stretch. His hands traveled down to your ass, gripping it tight before he started thrusting up.

"Wait." You stopped him. "You just sit here, I'll do everything."

How could he refuse? How could he say no to you, really?

Sure enough, you got to work, grinding against his pelvis, thrusting your hips up and down, sending shivers and pulses down to your tiptoes. But Steve could not just sit still while you did all the work. He unbuttoned your blouse and pulled down your bra so your breasts spilled out. He realized all your cloths fit you now, as opposed to a few weeks ago.

"Before we started this, did you change your clothes every time before coming to see me?" He asked as he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"Yes." You moaned. "I wanted to give you a preview."

"You certainly don't leave anything to the imagination, you dirty whore." He smirked and slapped your tit. He thought back to that day when this began. You nervously entered his office, bringing him the files he asked for. Just before reaching him, you tripped, and all the papers fell on the floor. He was going to help you, but then he noticed how tight the skirt you were wearing was and how it stuck to your skin, providing a visible outline of your pussy. At that point, he had been trying so hard to resist the temptation, but having this clear of a view of your pussy, he snapped. He bent you over the desk that night.

"Fuck yes." You screamed as his hand went to your clit and pinched it.

"Come on, you said you wanted to take care of me. Do it." Steve taunted. "Try harder."

You started circling your clit, while grinding at his pelvis. He could feel you clenching around him, and he knew you were close. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in between his fingers, while his mouth started sucking on the other.

"God, yes. Steve-I-" Your voice broke as you squirted again. You bucked your hips a couple of more times, before you climbed off of him and kneeled in front of his opened legs. His cock was just perfect, a little red, soaking from his precum and your juices and so thick. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of Senator's Rogers dick.

"Fuck." Steve let out as you took him down your throat. You were always eager to give a blowjob. You knew guys usually don't get good head and women in general don't like giving head. But you fucking loved it. There was so much power in this.

You took him whole, until your nose touched his hair base. Staying there, breathing through your nose, you stared at him.

"Fuck." He groaned as he looked at you.

Finally, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, the noises both of you were making were egging you on. One of your hands massaged his balls, while the other stroked his perineum, making the man above you shudder and thrust his hips further into your mouth. You smirked with your mouth full of cock. It really was a power move.

"C'mon, stop playing and make me come." Steve groaned in frustration, slapping you face and shoved your head down to the base of his cock, making you choke. You tapped his thigh and he let you go.

"Use my throat." You leaned back on your heels, opening your mouth, inviting him in. Steve stood up and pushed his cock down your throat again. His hands framed your head, and he started thrusting into you.

"God yes." Steve yelled in ecstasy. Your hands went to your pussy. One started playing with your clit while with the other you shoved three fingers in it.

"That's it, play with yourself." He shoved his cock faster and harder into your mouth. Like he was fucking your pussy and it made you so wet. It was the perfect sinful melody that filled the office. As you listened to him pant and groan, you knew he was close. His thrusts became erratic until finally he slammed your head down his cock and kept you there as he emptied his sack. You came at the same time, he shoved you down last time, squirting again.

As he let you go, you opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed every last drop.

Steve zipped up his pants while you sat in your own release, still panting. He brought you tissues to clean yourself up before helping you stand up and giving you a glass of water.

"Do you feel better?" You asked. Steve let out a chuckle.

"I feel much better. I think tomorrow's speech is going to go smoothly." He observed you. "Let me take you home. You shouldn't be driving this exhausted."

You nodded before taking his hand and letting him take you to his car. Steve let the driver know where to go, and he closed the door, waving you off, before returning back to his office and cleaning the mess you created.

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Can I Count on Forever? ~ Chris Evans

Chris Evans x Senator Reader

Word Count ~ 4.2K

Songs: The Man by Taylor Swift; Paper Rings by Taylor Swift; Lover by Taylor Swift 

Its been three years since you met Chris and today, you take one of the biggest steps of your life.

Part Three of the "Can I?" mini series - Part One // Part Two // Main Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, SMUT (p in v, oral – female receiving, slight dominance kink), mentions of cheating, accusations of cheating, political nonsense. 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Just a quick message. While I have tried to keep this politically neutral, I will say that I have no idea what any real-world person’s views are and will not assume. Also, I am not an expert in politics and will not claim to be.  In the US, we have an election in November. Please, inform yourself on all of your local, state and federal races and issues and remember to register and vote.  You can’t complain if you don’t vote! 

Your POV 

Clack.  

Clack.  

Clack.  

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked to your destiny. It was the end of a fairy tale or the start of one, and you weren’t sure if you could get through the double doors. You thought back on your life, closed your eyes and prayed.  

It had been a year since Chris proposed and it was here, your wedding day.  As you woke on that bright May morning, you reached for your fiancé and found the bed empty.  But a smile crossed your face.  He wasn’t in the hotel with you.  He was at home with Dodger and his groomsmen while you were at the hotel with your bridal party.  As you stretched, there was a knock at the door.  “Room service!” 

Curiously, you opened the door, and the bellman pushed a cart in. “Mr. Evans asked us to deliver breakfast and champagne to you to start your special day right.  Congratulations ma’am.”  He stepped back out and you squealed.  Opening the cover, Chris had sent your favorite breakfast, along with coffee and champagne. Savoring the meal, you sent a text to Chris.  

YN: Thank you, love, for my breakfast!  My fiancé: You’re welcome.  Only six more hours before I see you again and you make an honest man outta me.  

You hugged the phone to your chest when your maid of honor knocked yelling for you to open.  

A few hours later, you were waiting in your bridal suite, your father comes in and sees you for the first time.  “Oh, my baby, you look beautiful,” tears forming in his eyes  

“Thank you, daddy,” your own tears welling up.  

“No, don’t cry.”  He handed you a tissue.  “Chris is a lucky man. I am so happy you found each other.”  

The wedding planner knocked.  “We’re ready for you.”  

As you stood at the double doors, you thought back to how you got here. How you fought for each other, against the world. The doors opened and all you could see was Chris.  

Chris POV 

I stood at the altar, waiting for those doors to open again and let my beautiful girl come to me. The past three years had been a whirlwind, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  All the bridesmaids make it down the aisle and little Stella finishes with her flowers and the music changes.  Everyone stands and the doors open. My jaw falls open. I can’t see anything else but her. She’s an angel, all in white, gliding on her dad’s arm. The tears are building up in my eyes at how beautiful she looked, my little senator.  

Once she reached me, I could feel a tear rolling down and she reached up and wiped it away.  “Please stop crying,” she whispered.  “You’re gonna set me off.”  

I could see her lip tremble a little bit.  I kissed her hand, "I love you," I whispered.  

We kept it traditional, reciting words that have been said by couples like us thousands of times over.  When I slip that ring on her finger, it was like a part of me that was missing got put back and I’m overwhelmed.  

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.  Chris, you may kiss your bride.” 

“Finally,” I breathed as I took her face in my hands and kissed those lips that had haunted my dreams since the first day I met her. It was perfect and when I pulled away, her lips were just a touch redder and more swollen, her eyes danced.  

“I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Evans!” 

The whole church cheered, and I took my wife’s hand in mine and walked out. After three years and one horrible misunderstanding, I finally have my girl on my arm as my wife.  

The reception is amazing.  YN and the wedding planner did a great job. It's intimate and romantic but not over the top.  Her father wanted to take out a house loan to pay for whatever YN wanted but she refused. “I don’t need you to be in debt Daddy.  Give me a reasonable budget and I’ll make it work.” That is my girl, always modest. But this is a once in a lifetime, if I have any say in it and I want it to be her dream. I talked to her dad on the side.  

“Mr. YLN, I just want YNN to have everything she wants, so get your budget together and I’ll double it. I want this to be a gift to her but never find out, because her smile will be my thanks.”  

It worked like a charm because I can see the tears in her eyes as she looks at the room and see her vision come to life. “Oh my...” she whispers. I take it all in, the crystal vases holding the red roses, tea lights on all the tables. The walls have a soft light to them, and the dance floor is decorated with lanterns and rose petals.  “It's perfect.”  

“It's you, my beautiful wife.” 

It's hours before I can take her home, well, to our honeymoon suite.  She’s exhausted, riding up in the elevator. I scoop her up in my arms, her heels already dangling in my hand. “You going to sleep, baby?” 

“Hmm, no, not yet. Just tired.” She smiles at me. “It was the perfect day.”  

“Oh yeah? Something important happened?” I tease as we get to our honeymoon suite.  

“Not really,” she shrugged. “Just tied myself to the perfect man.”  

“Sounds fun.” I had one more surprise for her. I opened the door and carried her in. The room was decorated in candles and roses, a bottle of champagne next to her favorite snack.  I had always dreamt of that night we had by the fire after I had proposed.  It was perfect and I wanted to recreate it for her.  Except this time, the hotel laid out blankets and pillows in a beautiful bed.  

“Chris,” she whispered, and I could tell she loved it. 

I set her on her feet and pressed my front to her back. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I was an idiot the first time I made love to you in front of a fire.”  I found the zipper on her dress and slowly began to bring it down. “I was apologizing for being the biggest jerk in the world after you protected me. I wasn’t appreciating the setting or taking my time with you.  But this time,” the zipper was down and i kissed her shoulders, “this time I want to worship you because you made me the happiest man in the world.”  I pushed the bejeweled straps of her gown down and she gasped at the sudden cool air.  

“Oh fuck,” I murmured as I took in the lacy white corset, teeny tiny white panties and stockings. She looked like a goddam angel that was going to send me straight to heaven.  I lifted her out of the gown and spun her to look at me. “This is like a present for me,” as I run a finger over the top of the corset.  

“Unwrap me Chris,” she said in a low sultry voice.  

And I crumble.  

Because there is no way I would say no to this gorgeous creature right now.  

I kiss her softly and pull away, kissing her forehead before turning her around again. I undo the ribbon holding the corset closed and let it fall away.  I kneel down and roll down the stocking and tip her foot so she can lift, and I can remove one stocking, repeating on the other.  I run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver under my touch, listening to her breath hitch. I kiss right under each cheek, giving a nibble on one.  

“Chris,” she moans, “stop teasing.”  

“Is that an order Senator?” I smile against her skin. “Or is it a request?  Because,” I spin her again, so she is facing me while I’m still on my knees, “if it's an order, then we have a problem.”  

“What problem?” 

“I remember you promised me that I would only take orders from you in public.”  I kissed around her belly button. She moans and her head tilts back. “But I would give the orders in our bedroom.”  

“We’re not in our bedroom,” she argues.  “We’re... oh.... oh fuck,” she whimpers as I kiss over the scrape of lace she calls panties and press against her mound.  

“Want to try that again, Mrs. Evans?” I pull the lace down just enough so I can get my nose close to her center and inhale that scent that is only her.  

“I...” she studders and I chuckle. I yank the lace away from her body, ripping them off.  

“Chris!” 

“No,” I say in a husky voice.  “No orders from you, Mrs. Evans.  You want something, you beg for it.  because until we get back from our honeymoon, you are not in charge.  Who is in charge?” 

“Fuck,” she cries as I let my finger circle her clit.  “You’re...hmm... you’re in charge.”  

“Good girl.” I stood up and lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “Such a good girl for me.” I walked us over to the fireplace bed and laid her down.  I took a long look at my prize, my angel, my wife. “God, I’m a lucky bastard.”  

I didn’t realize I said that out loud until she giggled. Then she grabbed the end of my undone bow tie and yanked me on top of her. She kissed me hard and then pulled away. “Please Chris, let me see my husband naked.”  

“Fuck me.” I pulled the tie off, straddled her and grabbed her wrists. I tied them together and lifted her arms above the head. “Naughty girl,” I said. “No touching now. Bad girls don’t get to touch.” She wiggled under me, trying to get relief from me.  

“I’m sorry, baby, please, I’m sorry. Let me touch you.”  

“No.” I stood up and started to strip. I unbutton my shirt slowly, working the cufflinks she had given me as a wedding present off carefully. She licked her bottom lip and I smirked. I was shirtless, which, if she had her way, she would keep me like this every day. I moved quickly with my belt and the button of my slacks.  She whimpered and I bit my bottom lip. “You should have stayed being my good girl, little senator.” 

“Chris, you’re being mean,” she whined.  

“Am I?” I let my pants hit the floor before I crawled up her body.  I kiss her inner thighs, sucking little bruises as I go. “I’m sorry sweetheart.” I kiss right above her clit, and she bucks at the sensation. I pin her hips and licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy. God, I love the way she tastes, the way she coats my tongue in her arousal. Fuck, do I love being in between her legs. “So good,” I tell her, “taste like heaven.”  I work my tongue in her, fucking her while my thumb presses down on her clit. “Fuck baby, you’re even tight for my tongue.”  

“Chris,” she mewled.  She was close, so fucking close.  

“Come for me little senator. That’s an order.”  I shoved two fingers into her cunt and sucked on her clit at the same time.  she shattered, crying out as her orgasm fluttered through her body. I made it last for as long as I could. I tease her relentlessly and get her right back on the edge. Then i pull away and she cries in frustration because I know her orgasm is fading.  I climb up her body, tasting every inch of skin I can until I can wrap her legs around my waist. “Hang on, baby.”  

She grips the straps around her wrists and then I force my way home.  She screams as I bury myself in her to the hilt.  But I’m not cruel.  I wait until she is comfortable and then rock into her, leting her feel every inch, every ridge, every vein of my cock along her ways. Fuck, she feels so good. I’ve only fucked her bare a couple of times and the feeling of her heat, how wet, how needy she is, I’m going to fucking die a happy man.  

“Harder Chris, fuck, please harder.” I grab her legs and push them over my shoulder so I can fuck her into the mattress.  She feels like fucking heaven and tighter in this position. I can’t believe I get to do this with my wife. She’s moaning and crying out from all the stimulation.  I don’t want to ever stop.  

Your POV 

Chris is fucking you to within an inch of your life.  You are in heaven, lost in the heavenly glow of sex and you need him.  “Chris, please,” you pleaded.  You know what he wants because you want it too.  He pulls out quick, making you cry before he flips you to your front and gets your ass in the air.  

“This pussy is magically,” he says, looking it over before he fills you again.  You have always loved this angle. You can feel everything and when he moves, you can feel his balls hitting your clit.  Its perfect.  

“C-chris, I can’t hold on,” you whine. “Husband please!” 

“Oh shit,” he moans, “that’s fucking hot.” He thrusts faster. “Say it again. Say! It!” 

You’re on the cusp of euphoria. “Chris, Husband please!” He ruts into you, reaching down to circle and stroke your clit and you break. You scream your release, gripping his cock, squeezing him until he released into you, coating you in his cum.  

“Fuck!” He pumps a few more times until he stops, lowering you gently to the bed, not ready to separate. You lay there on your sides, legs tangles to keep you connected, catching your breaths when you start to giggle.  “And what is so funny, my wife?” 

You take a breath to speak.  “You have a kink, baby. You like it when I called you husband.” You turn to look back at him. 

He smiles before leaning over and kissing you again. “I also like calling you Wife and you like it too. You clenched involuntarily and Chris hisses. He caressed your thigh. “Told you.”  

After Chris cleans you up and you both crawl into bed, you find myself laying on top of his chest. “I wish we could stay this way forever.” You place a kiss on his chest.  

“I wish we could too, little Senator, but then how will you rule the world?” 

Its a valid question. One you are excited to figure out.  

You’ve been married for two months and now you are at the National Convention. Getting married during an election season was crazy but your team and Chris’s said it would give you the best boost.  You were set to become the youngest and second woman nominated for the office of President.   

As you stood in the wings of TD Gardens in Boston, Chris watched as you paced back and forth, looking over your note cards for your acceptance speech. “Sweetheart, don’t be nervous.”  

“That’s easy for you, Chris, you’re an actor.  You perform for millions.”  

He chuckled and shook his head. “I act in front of a camera for twenty people and then they watch after its edited. YN,” he stopped you and wrapped you in his arms. “You are a brilliant speaker. The people have nominated you, they believe in you.  I believe in you.” He tilted your head up so you would look at him.  “Go out there and be a rock star, Little Senator.”  

The convention went off without a hitch and it was the final three months of the campaign. It was grueling, city after city, town hall after town hall.  Chris could only be on the road with you for a few days at a time as ASP launched into the primer source for facts in the election.  He had to host panels and discussions. Video chats in between calls and meet and greets was not how you imagined your first few months of marriage but it could all be worth it. 

Chris POV 

I was late for our video date. “Fuck.” I was jogging to my office in the ASP offices so I could call YN, when I was stopped by Megan. “What’s up?” 

“Chris, there is an article floating around that claims the Senator had an affair right before the wedding.”  

My heart stopped.  

“What?” 

“The Enquirer has photos of her entering a hotel room that did not belong to the campaign. The room was rented out by someone named M. Capuano.” 

We made it to my office. I closed the door. “What does my wife’s team said?” 

Megan grimaced. “That’s the thing. They said they aren’t worried about it. Rachel said that she spoke to the Senator and if questioned, they are going with no comment.”  

I smiled. “That’s my girl. We’re saying the same thing, Megan. Thanks.” I turned to pick up my phone.  

Megan scoffed.  “There is no way we can go with no comment, Chris. They will tear her apart. You have to talk to her about.  She’s just not bringing herself down but you as well.”  

“I’ll talk to her. Give me five minutes.” Megan rolled her eyes and left my office as I called my wife. “Hello, my little Senator.”  

“Hi handsome!” She was flushed from running for her phone. She was heartbreakingly beuatfiul, her cream colored blouse clung to her curves that I love and gave just the hint of clevage. “How were your discussions?”   

“Really good, looks like the live numbers will be out highest yet.” I smirk. “Execpt for my last meeting.”  

She frowned. “With who?” 

“Megan. She wanted to bring attention to the fact that there is an article going aroung saying my wife is having an affair.”  

YN gasped. “Chris, you know I would never...” 

“I was nervous for just a second and then she told me the name the room was reserved under and it took everything in me not to laugh.” 

She looked confused. “I don’t understand.” 

“Sweetheart, remember when you had a swing in Virginia and I was able to see you and we kept it on the low.”  

“Yes,” she dragged out.  

“Well I couldn’t reserve the room under either of our names so my uncle helped me and reserve the room for me. M. Capuano. Uncle Mike.”  

I watched as the realization clicked. “Oh my gosh, they think I am having an affair with M. Capuano but really I’m having an affair with my husband.”  

I smirk as she laughs. “I don’t know what you are laughing at Senator. You’re having an affair.”  

“I sure am. The man really is hard to resist. Dark gripable hair, a beard that feels so good on my skin. Bluest eyes I ever seen. He’s built and has those arms that can hold you to him all night long.”  

“Fuck sweetheart, you can’t say stuff like when when I don’t have time right now.” I looked at my calendar on my computer. “I can be with you tomorrow morning and stay through the weekend.”  

“I’m looking forward to it Mr. Affair.”  

“I’m going to rock your world Mrs. Affair.  I love you.”  

“I love you more.”  

YN POV 

You’re nervous.  

This day is always nerve-racking.  

This isn’t your first one either.  

And hopefully it isn’t your last.  

Its election day. 

While you hadn’t given up your senate seat yet, it was something you were willing to do if the right opportunity presented itself. Say, being the President of the United States.  

But first, you needed to be elected there. You were back in California, awaiting for the results. Votes were being tally, the electoral college was making its decision and all you could do was wait.  

Which is not the easiest thing to do.  

Chris had been on the phone with his ASP team, checking results in major battleground states, counts on issues that were concerning to younger Americans. Every time he looked up to you, he would you a smile and mouth “i love you” to try and calm your nerves. Three years of this and he knew how to calm your nerves.  

The campaign had been hard, a woman running against an older, backward thinking man. The scandal of the car photos came back into play but your opponents own philandering with a woman not his wife, nullified that right away.  You had no secrets, other than your relationship with Chris.  You were caareful to only show what you wanted to the public to know.  Chris was or rather still is a famous movie star. He may have slowed down his films but he was never not working. ASP was his pride and joy, besides you, and it relected on how much the platform grew.  

It was nearing 8pm in California and the states were starting to be called. Every political forecaster predicted this race to be the tightest its ever seen. No one expected you to receive the nomination.  No one expected to make it this far. No one believe. Except Chris.  

He believed in you.  

You can feel him right behind you before he wraps his arms around you.  “Did you ever imagine being here Senator?” 

You shake your head. “I imagined a lot of things. I had dreams. But, to do this with you, now,” you look up at him, “I never imagined it like this.”  

For hours, you and. your family stood around, watching results. Chris mentioned that you should rest but you were too keyed up to lie down or even sit down. Hour after hour passed and the race was down to the final couple of states. Then the news anchor interrupted the talking heads on the news.  

“We are now prepared to make the call in Oregon. This evening has been historic in so many ways. But now we are ready to declare Oregon for...” 

Clack.  

Clack.  

Clack.  

Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked to your destiny. You assumed it would be hard, to run for president. To deal with the fall out. Your opponent had been cordial in his speech. He talked about uniting the country and not letting politics create a divide.  He was right, the country had to come together now and move forward.  

Chris POV 

Watching my girl waiting to be taken to her seat for the ceremony, it was heart wrenching.  She was so stoic and unnaturally quiet. She had on a beautiful red dress with white accents and her coat was the same blue as the american flag. She had been so brave through all of this. She kept her head up and was gracious. The embodiment of class.  She just had one more thing to do before we could move forward.  

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” 

“I’m scared,” she whispered.  

“Don’t be.  I’m right here.” I took her hand and we were walked to our seats. The ceremony was beautiful in the cold January air.  We listened to the poet laureate and the national anthem done by Taylor Swift. But then it was our cue, to do the part of the ceremony as instructed by the head of the inguration committee.  I smiled as I held out the bible, open to her favorite passage.  

I watched as my girl placed her hand on the bible and then raised her right hand.  

I, YN YMN Evans, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God.” 

The roar of the crowd sounded as she finished her oath. I leaned over to kiss my wife, my president. “Congratulation, madam President.”  

“Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the new President of the United States and new First Gentleman, YN and Chris Evans!” 

Walking out to the inagural ball is surreal. This was our life now for the next four years. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.  As Harry Styles sang Adore You for us again, I held my wife in my arms. “Did you count on this, madam President.” 

She frowned for a second. “I don’t know if i like you callng me that. But no,” she smiled. “I was only counting on you.”  

“You can always count on me, love. Count on it forever.”  

“Just as long as I’m still your forever.”  She sighed as she leaned against me.  “Still not sure about the madam president thing.” 

“How about in public, you are madam President, but in private,” I spin her around and draw her close again, “you’ll always be my little senator.” 

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[howdoyousleep3]

ERMMM!?!??! IS THIS SENATOR DADDY?!

he looks so sharp yet I just want to curl up in his lap 🥹🥹🥹 he's so pretty

and his hair omfg I want to run my fingers through it. imagine Bucky walking into work one day and seeing Steve wearing /glasses/ too 😞😞 ik he would go crazy 🤤

😩!!!!!!!!!!!

The combination of the open collar and the glasses just! Wow! The things it does to me! I have a theory that the Senator just...completely softens up once him and Bucky are together together and this look supports that theory. 😌

The glasses are absolutely killer, they are just 😮‍💨. The first time Bucky sees them he has nothing to say but, "I...I didn't know you wore glasses," when Steve asks him why he's staring. (I think I maybe wrote that somewhere?! Or maybe it was just a thought lol)

So handsome, so Senator, so 😵‍💫. He would most definitely keep them on during a late night, FaceTime booty call, oh yes.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

we don’t talk about TJ Hammond and his fine twink ass enough.

That boy cries for Daddy and loves gettin’ tied up. When he’s drunk he whines and cries for Daddy to fuck him stupid and he takes it like a champ. He whimpers when Daddy won’t let him cum, talkin’ about how he’s been such a good boy, he just wants Daddy’s permission! If you get a vibrator anywhere near him, he leaks like a faucet and cries so pretty it makes you wanna give him whatever he wants because he’s just a sweet little prince! He’s Daddy’s good boy who wears a plug to Presidential events so Daddy can rail him in the bathroom with a decorative hand towel in his mouth because he’s a loud little thing. Crawlin’ into Daddy’s lap when he’s workin’, begging for attention because “Dadddyyyyy, I’m hornyyyy!”

Gettin’ red faced when someone asks why they’re late, stuttering around the truth when his legs are still wobbly. He rides like a cowboy, eyes rolled back and hair messy as hell because how can he care when he’s so fucking full? He blushes redder than Nick Saban’s gameday polo when Daddy asks about “What if the press saw you like this, sweetheart? All desperate and pathetic in my lap?” but he loves it. He stutters and protests, but he’s a whore for it. He loves the praise too. Adores it more than anything. He could get off on it alone.

You know he gets so sweet afterwards, too. Not with everyone, but after a good one where he really gets what he needs. He clings to you because “Daddy’s so warm…” and presses sleepy kisses to your cheek. He blushes and giggles in a way he will absolutely never admit to when you tell him how good he is.

Thoughts, S? I know your inbox is closed, I wish you all the best in school, but any spare time to have your mind plagued with that sweet little angel?

How am I supposed to have thoughts when this is so fucking good? My brain is scrambled.

It's about the entire picture that this paints, of course, but also... the fucking 🤌🏻details🤌🏻 I am a sucker for details and this has DETAILS. How have I never thought of TJ being tied up before? That boy is a fucking rope bunny for suuure 😮‍💨 The sweet little sounds he makes--whines and whimpers and cries and gasps. Abso-fucking-lutely. The way he leaks. Yup. The DECORATIVE HAND TOWEL. There's something so fucking specific there that I fuck with hard. Blushy and wobbly. Mmm-hmm. He is definitely all of those things. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

And I know you threw in a "you" there near the end, but I have to confess I was just thinking about TJ with this version of Chris Evans the entire time...

gif by @/annislittleshopofhorrors

Woof.

It wouldn't be Chris if it were TJ, though, so maybe he's some high-ranking political figure? A congressman (hey K 👀), a senator, or... maybe not politically intentionally but adjacently? Maybe, say, a body guard? Someone who has to stay close to TJ. Someone TJ feels safe with. Someone who has the privilege of being in a room, bathroom, or closet alone with TJ, no distractions or disruptions. Someone bigger. Someone rough yet kind and caring, and just what a pretty little thing like TJ deserves.

I don't know, maybe something like that 😏 Those are all the thoughts I can manage before drifting off into... other territory that will not fucking let me go if I explore it now, lmao.

Thanks for this delicious bit of writing, though!! Fuck. yeah.

[preserves42]

Captain America is a Transgender Allegory

And as such I headcanon him to be a trans man, hear me out.

(specifically this is referring to the MCU Steve Rogers Cap as played by Chris Evans, as I'm not familiar enough with other variants of the character)

Before taking the super soldier serum, Steve is constantly barred from joining the military because he doesn't fit the standards they require (not tall enough, not strong enough, i.e. not stereotypically masculine enough). He also looks up to his best friend Bucky who does fulfil these stereotypes, and clearly wishes he could be more like him so that he can join up. He wants to "be a man" and join the military but society, specifically doctors and the government, says he's "not enough of a man".

Finally one doctor, Erskine, takes pity on him and he gets the opportunity to go through a bunch of grueling tests to prove his masculinity and that he deserves the serum. During these scenes there's even a point where Colonel Phillips talks about how wars are "won by men" then looks at Steve and scowls at Doctor Erskine, clearly showing Phillips does not believe Steve is a "real man".

Later, during the conversation between Doctor Erskine and Steve, Erskine explains how the super serum exemplifies the traits of the recipient. It won't turn someone who isn't a man into a one, it only brings out what was already there. Erskine knows and respects that Steve is a good man (you can read "good man" in any number of ways) even whilst others don't.

Fast forward to after Steve has taken the serum, the people who didn't know him beforehand are all happy to treat him like a man, we almost immune see a shot of a newspaper headline featuring Steve titled "Mystery Man Saves Civilians!" with a picture of him looking very stereotypically masculine deflecting gunfire with a car door. However, people like Colonel Phillips' attitudes towards Steve don't change very much. Despite his obvious abilities Phillips doesn't want Steve's help because he didn't want a non-masculine person made to be masculine, he wanted all the already masculine soldiers he had to be more masculine. This mirrors the attitude of some people to complain that "men today aren't masculine enough and need to man up" and want cis men to be more masculine whilst simultaneously rejecting and delegitimising trans men. It could also be compared to how cis people have relatively easy access to hormones that'll make them more like their gender assigned at birth, but it is made difficult for trans people to get the same hormones.

Even Senator Brandt, who initially seems to respect what Steve has become, actually just wants him to perform like some sort of experiment or curiosity to make the Senator money alongside the exaggeratedly feminine dancing girls, similar to how some people will claim to support trans people but actually just fetishize them.

It's only once most of the people who initially knew Steve are gone (barring Bucky and Peggy who always respected his identity anyway) and he's in the present that he's able to fully escape from his pre-serum life, which mirrors how trans people sometimes find it easier to fit in when arriving in a new space where nobody knew them prior to transitioning.

I'm probably not the first person to have this headcanon, and I apologise if I've used terminology wrongly or insensitively, this was just something that came to me whilst walking home in the blistering heat thinking about gender.

If anyone else has trans headcanons/theories about Captain America or other characters I'd love to hear them!

[costacostak]

CHRIS EVANS

*Smut

Fluff

Fratboy!Chris 2

Dad that stepup

Pre-Baby Nerves

Love Confession

Kiss Cam

Kryptonite

Marvel Cast Flirting

How we Met

Look Pretty

Helping Hand

Like a flower to the Sun

Makeup Baby

Loving on Live

The Waddle

Perfect Wingman

Clingy Baby

Chris Evans loving his pregnant wife for 20 minutes

Sexiest Man Alive

Birthday

Heaven when you touch Me

Love Story

Man to Man | Part 2

Scared to Death

Call me when you heard this Song

Chris loves his Wife

Mine

In the Stars

Unicorns

Spider

Golden Retriver

Anxious

Smut

Fratboy!Chris 2

Ceo!Chris

Montain Rescuer!Chris

One Last Time

Angst

Fix This

Ari Levinson

Ex soldier

Your Man

The Talk

Birthday

Baby Daddy

Mafia!Ari

Favorite

Tempting

Listen to me

Andy Barber

Laurie

Sugar Daddy!Andy 2

Strangers in the night

Wrong Donut

Before it's too late

Friendly competition

Cheating

Milf

Guilty Pleasure

Sex on legs

Mile High

Your age is showing

About other night

Quickie

Steve Rogers

College!Steve 2

Wildest dreams

Sunset

Mafia!Steve 2

Mean Ceo

Mechanic next door

Meeting Peggy

Right person Right Time

Datable

Sugar daddy 2

Senator

Cheerleader

Future

Favorite Actress

Set up

Nomad!Steve

Idiots in Love

Come back

Cheating

Lyod Hansen

Should Have Been Me

Insecure Wife

Mob Wife

Affectionate

Tease

Bottons Up

Everything for you

Only You

Sunflower

A lovers spat

Should've Could've

Power couple

Ranson Drysdale

Birthday

Sugardady

[mariacallous]

*at my senate confirmation hearing*

"Ms. Callous, is this your tumblr post where you talked about popping cranberry pills in regards to Chris Evans?"

Me, sitting before the foreign relations committee:

[shayshaybiscuit25]

omg you really REALLY NEED to get a grip on reality. christopher is not hurting at all but i can see you are because you cannot accept he got a fiancée and they will get married and it hurt you deeply anon. i will pray for you.// I will pray for you too Alba cus your fall will be so hard! Your that pancake ass will hurt a lot! Oh pls Shay let’s dig this senator! We got trolled enough today! //

I’m not done, it truly amazes me to see how humans are. Hollywood isn’t glitz and glamour, they feed shit to the public all the time and to sit back and see someone you know being forced in their bs is heartbreaking, even more heartbreaking to see idiots making up rumors and other idiots believing said rumors.

If I could scream the truth to the world you still wouldn’t believe it. You’re convinced the lie is the truth.

I wish you reap everything you sow anon. Chris is messy, blunt, annoying and a sweetheart, he’s not perfect by any means but to witness his fandom turn on him for a situation none of them truly know is heartbreaking.

Chris is hurt, that’s not an assumption. This entire situation has been draining. But believe want you want. Having family and friends work in this business is stressful because they deal with so much shit and you just have to sit and watch. While people online joke and gossip and think it’s okay to act like celebrities aren’t human.

Chris Evans is NOT marrying Alba Baptista anon, that’s FACT!

I’m so sick of people.

You sit online arguing about a man you don’t know with someone who does, but I’m the one that needs a grip with reality?! 😂

Bestie coming in hot.

[docrotten]

THE EXORCIST (1973) – Episode 200 – Decades Of Horror 1970s

“What an excellent day for an exorcism.” You don’t have to say that twice. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Jeff Mohr, and guest hosts Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff and Crystal Cleveland – as they finally tackle one of the best and most influential horror movies in history, The Exorcist (1973) from director William Friedkin and writer William Peter Blatty.

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 200 – The Exorcist (1973)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

Decades of Horror 1970s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of the podcast and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

When a young girl is possessed by a mysterious entity, her mother seeks the help of two Catholic priests to save her life.

  Director: William Friedkin

Writer: William Peter Blatty (written for the screen by, from the novel by)

Cinematographer: Owen Roizman; Billy Williams (Mosul sequences)

Editing by: Norman Gay, Evan A. Lottman (as Evan Lottman), Bud S. Smith (Iraq sequence), Jordan Leondopoulos (supervising field editor)

Art Direction-Set Decoration: Bill Malley, Jerry Wunderlich

Sound: Robert Knudson, Christopher Newman

Makeup Department: 

Dick Smith (makeup artist)

Robert Laden (special makeup effects artist) (uncredited)

William A. Farley (hair stylist) (as Bill Farley)

Special Effects: 

Marcel Vercoutere (special effects)

Rick Baker (special effects assistant) (uncredited)

Composer: Jack Nitzsche (composer: additional music)

Selected Cast:

Ellen Burstyn as Chris MacNeil

Max von Sydow as Father Merrin

Lee J. Cobb as Lt. Kinderman

Kitty Winn as Sharon

Jack MacGowran as Burke Dennings

Jason Miller as Father Karras

Linda Blair as Regan

William O’Malley as Father Dyer (credited as Reverend William O’Malley S.J.)

Barton Heyman as Dr. Klein

Peter Masterson as Dr. Barringer – Clinic Director (as Pete Masterson)

Rudolf Schündler as Karl

Gina Petrushka as Willi

Robert Symonds as Dr. Taney

Arthur Storch as Psychiatrist

Thomas Bermingham as Tom – President of University (as Reverend Thomas Bermingham S.J.)

Vasiliki Maliaros as Karras’ Mother

Titos Vandis as Karras’ Uncle

John Mahon as Language Lab Director

Wallace Rooney as Bishop Michael

Ron Faber as Chuck – Assistant Director / Demonic Voice

Donna Mitchell as Mary Jo Perrin

Roy Cooper as Jesuit Dean

Robert Gerringer as Senator at Party

Dick Callinan as Astronaut (uncredited)

Elinore Blair as Nurse (uncredited)

William Peter Blatty as The Producer (uncredited)

Mercedes McCambridge as Demon (voice)

Eileen Dietz as Demon’s Face (uncredited)

Ann Miles as Spiderwalk (uncredited)

Vincent Russell as Subway Vagrant (uncredited)

It’s finally time to discuss The Exorcist (1973). The 70s Grue Crew have waited 200 episodes to tackle what is arguably the most influential horror film of the decade and beyond. The regular cast of “characters” have invited a few friends to enjoy the extra-long conversation: Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, co-host of The Classic Era; and, Crystal Cleveland, the Livin6Dead6irl, co-host of the 80s. In other words, the whole damn family of Decades of Horror co-hosts are on hand for this one. Settle in for this in-depth look at director William Friedkin’s ultimate fright-fest and join the Grue Crew to celebrate 200 episodes of Decades of Horror 1970s.

At the time of this writing, The Exorcist is available to stream from MAX. The film is also available on physical media as The Exorcist 50th Anniversary Edition – Theatrical & Extended Director’s Cut (4K Ultra HD + Digital).

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Chad, will be The Psychic, aka Sette note in nero, aka Murder to the Tune of the Seven Black Notes, aka Seven Notes in Black, released in Italy in 1977. This one is giallo, Fulci-style!

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com. 

Check out this episode!

[twistedthings]

𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘.

* = bio completed

Broderick Elwood, 26-30, bisexual, construction worker, fc: Drew Starkey.

Christian Byrne, 36-40, bisexual, medical doctor, fc: Aidan Turner.

Cornelius "Connie" Darrow, 28-32, bisexual, mechanic, fc: Josh Hutcherson*

Devon "Devo" Aguilar, 31-35, bisexual, cook, fc: Tommy Martinez.

Drusilla Ward, 24-28, pansexual, ???, fc: Ella Purnell.

Elliot Lewis, 32-36, pansexual, professor, fc: Oliver Jackson-Cohen*

Eliora Slater, 26-30, bisexual, senators daughter, fc: Halston Sage.*

Emerald "Remy" Harris, 29-33, bisexual, dancer/roller rink owner, fc: Logan Browning.

Erica Burgos, 27-31, bisexual, private detective, fc: Adria Arjona.*

Han-Jae "Han" Seung, 29-33, pansexual, mafia prince, fc: Charles Melton

Hernando "Henry" Estrada, 40-44, bisexual, author/newspaper editor, fc: Oscar Isaac.

Jeremy Stenson, 36-42, pansexual, detective (serial killer), fc: Chris Evans. *

Jessia "Jessi" Davies, 22-26, bisexual, psychology student/empath, fc: Sydney Sweeney.

Judith " Jude" Lester, 23-27, bisexual, assassin, fc: Kat McNamara. 

Kaleb "Kale" Pendusky, 35-39, pansexual, investigative reporter, fc: Andrew Garfield. *

Lauren "Ren" Hyde, 24-28, bisexual, bartender, fc: Danielle Campbell.

Marley "Mars" Abrams, 26-30, bisexual, nurse, fc: Alycia Debnam Carey.

Michael "Mikey" Palmer, 27-31, bisexual, photographer, fc: Joe Keery. 

Missa Shen, 26-30, omnisexual, painter/artist, fc: Havana Rose Liu.

Raven Mason, 29-33, bisexual, model, fc: Laura Harrier.

Samuel Carmichael, 36-40, pansexual, architect/embezzler/con-artist, fc: Charlie Cox.

Tracy "Tray" Powell, 27-31, lesbian, tech support/alien & paranormal hunter, fc: Chloe Bennet*

[evansbby]

Hey Omega I heard you liked my movies and have a crush. I'd really like it if you would meet with me alone to watch one of my new films. I'd give you an autograph and something else 😉 - Chris Evans.

Also 🖕to my senator wannabe.

You’re married and so am I. Have some shame!

—Omega💖

[andydrysdalerogers]

Part three coming soon!!!

Can I Count on Your Love? ~ Chris Evans

Pairings: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Summary: Its been a year since the events of "Can I Count on Your Vote?" and you and Chris have some adult fun. But others decide its time for you two to end and one photo could destroy you both...

Word Count: 6.8k

Song: Adore You by Harry Styles

Warnings: Smut! Angst! Language, jealous, Chris in political mode, P in V, committed relationship, oral (M and F receiving), car sex,

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone. This is a follow up to my other one shot which you can find here.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

Politics is a cat and mouse game.  You are either chasing someone to bring them down or you are on the chopping block.  

Being the youngest senator made you the easy target, someone that the old guard hated for changing the status quo.  

Chris loved how ambitious, tenacious, strong, driven, and beautiful you were. You would both lay for hours in bed, talking about how you both would change the world. Chris had no aspirations to be in office, but you had the ultimate goal in mind: being the first female president.  Germany had done it, Great Britain has female prime ministers, so why couldn’t we do it here? 

It was especially significant as the press and other political analysts were predicting that you could be the one to pull it off.  The ASP chat helped launch your first bill about student debt in Congress, gaining the following of many around the country.  It was touted as the first major move toward a potential historical presidential run.  Chris said that ASP was doing even better because it was now being legitimized by everyone as a great source of verified information. That was his goal, to have a clean source of information for his fellow citizens.  

Speaking of Chris, it's been about a year since you had decided to make it official.  Well as official as it could be seen, it was still a secret to most of the world.  After the ASP Chat on tuition went viral, a lot of speculation was made on whether the two of you were together due to the intense chemistry seen in the interview. But your teams made sure you were never photographed together; rendezvous were made on the low.  Mostly it was you and Chris or your families hanging inside the gates of Chris’s house or your heavily secured apartment in either California or DC.  It was tough but you both made it work.  

Gearing up for the next session of Congress, you were reviewing your schedule with Steve, your assistant, when your receptionist, Ava, came in with a huge bouquet of roses.  There were at least three dozen in different shades of red, white and pink.  You smiled, knowing it was probably from Chris.  Ava sits them down in the corner of your desk.  “There’s a note, ma’am.” 

You plucked the little card with a smile as your team waited patiently.  

I know your secret.  

And a photo floated out of the envelope.  

Your smile froze and slowly morphed into fear.  “Steve, I need the head of my security detail. Now. Ava, I need Chris and Megan as well.”  They scurried from the room as you stared at the little card.  You tried to swallow, get your breathing to calm as you noticed you were beginning to hyperventilate.  The room began to tunnel as you tried to think of how anyone would know.  As the phone began to ring, the room wobbled slightly.  You could hear Ava say it was Chris, who was in town for ASP.  You picked it up. “Chris?” 

“Hey Baby.” When all he heard was a sob, he began to panic.  “Baby? YN? YN! Answer me.”  

“They saw us,” you whispered.  

And the room went black.  

A month prior… 

“Chris, stop!” You squealed as Chris’s hand drifted higher and higher up the skirt of your dress.  You had managed to have a private dinner at little Greek diner in Boston and Chris was driving you back to his house.  Well, he was driving and coping a feel up your dress.  He was horny, seeing you in his favorite little black dress and heels.  He loved that you didn’t wear a lot of makeup either, just that gorgeous red lip that set off your exquisite eyes.  Eyes that he saw the first time on stage in the California sun.  

“Baby, you can’t wear this dress and not expect me to keep my hands to myself,” Chris said as you batted his hands away.  

“You can wait until we get home and then I can let you know what’s underneath this dress,” you said with bite to your lower lip.  

Chris groaned as his cock twitched.  “Fuck me, sweetheart.  I don’t think I can make it.” He saw a darken alley and pulled over.  

“What do you think you are doing?” You looked around to see it was so dark you couldn’t see the trees or the road once Chris shut off the lights. Even your security team wasn’t in sight.  

“I need to feel you, beautiful.  I need to be inside you and I can't wait.”  He leaned over and kissed you hard, taking your breath away, distracting you from the fact he took off your seatbelt.  His hands, his large, gorgeous hands grip your waist and lower to your ass, lifting you and sliding you onto his lap.  You gasp as you feel how hard he is underneath you. He groans at how hot you feel over his erection. “Jesus, baby.”  

“Chris,” you moan as he begins to assault your neck, the brush of his beard rubbing your delicate skin just the right way.  

Chris raised his hands all the way up your skirt, his nimble fingers on his right finding your heat while his left continued upwards to your breast. He dipped his hand inside your panties to find you hot and wet for him. “Oh honey, all for me,” as he swirled your leaking juices around your lips, just brushing your clit and making you jolt.  

“All for you, my love,” you groan as he speeds up his motions, now tweaking your breast, hardening the nub as you begin to grind in his lap.  

“Fuck sweetheart, I need to have you,” he whispers in your ear. He pulls his hand from your heat, listening to you whimper from the loss of his fingers. He quickly undoes his belt and his fly as you continue fondling your own breast. He pulls down his jeans and boxers enough to release his long thick cock and pump a few times before he moves your now soaked panties aside and thrust up into your pussy.  

“Chris!” The stretch was incredible, the pleasure and pain mixing in a way that you had never felt before.  The primal way Chris just rutted up into you was so different but oh so good. He took a hold of your hips to guide you up and down his shaft hard.  

“Just like that baby, ride me hard.  Let me fuck you senseless,” he growled. It was rough, it was fast. It was everything.  The ribbons of pleasure started to ripple in your belly as your core began to grip his cock every time you moved.  He sat up a little bit more, changing the angle and he was there.  Hitting that spot inside that always made you see stars.  

“Baby, I can’t...” 

“Let go Senator,” he whispered in your ear. “Let me feel you.  Soak me, love.” He thrusted up hard as he pulled you down.  

“Chris!”  You scream as you blacked out from the immense pleasure. Your head tilted back as Chris pressed his face into your chest as he chased his own end.  He could barely move with how tight you had gotten with your own orgasm, and it was enough for him to swear loudly as he came inside you.  

It took a minute to come down, Chris kissing your shoulder, neck, forehead until he felt your body start to relax.  “Are you ok?” 

She smiled but flinched when he moved slightly. “I’m ok.  That was intense.”  

Chris frowned, worry overcoming.  “Did you not like...” 

“I loved it, Chris.  I like it rough and dirty sometimes.  Don’t worry baby.  I’m ok.”  You kissed his forehead to smooth out the worry lines on his face.  “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to get back in my seat without making more of a mess.” You could feel the wetness that is getting ready to seep out.  

That got Chris to chuckle.  “Don’t worry baby.  Once we get home, the gates close and no one is the wiser.”  He kissed you softly this time.  “I love you.”  

“I love you.”  

You got back into your seat as Harry Styles's Adore You started to play as Chris started the car.  He took your hand and held it as he drove. He hummed along until he turned to you and sang... 

Oh, honey (ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you 

Present... 

“Sweetheart? YN? Can you hear me?” 

It was the sweetest voice you knew.  The voice of the man you loved. It was the only soothing thing your senses could understand.  The rest was painful.  Your head was pounding, your body ached, the blood pounding in your ears.  After a moment, the soothing voice was now followed but gentle touches in your hair.  Finally, your throat felt like it would accept air and allow you to speak.  Your eyes fluttered and a groan escaped your mouth.  

“Baby? Are you with us?” 

The light was harsh in the room.  Your office.  Was your office always so bright? It took a couple of blinks of your eyes before you could focus and see Ava, Steve, Robert (your head of security) and Chris, who held your head in his lap.  “Hi?” 

“Hi. How are you feeling?” 

“Sore, a little confused. What happened?” 

He breathed a sigh of relief. “You fainted while on the phone with me.” He helped you sit up as Ava passed a glass of water.  “Baby, what happened?” 

You looked at the arrangement of roses and began to cry. “Someone sent me those with a note and a photo.” Robert went to the desk and saw everything on the floor.  His eyes widened as he looked back at you.  

“Miss YLN, I don’t...” 

“How did they get that Robert?  You told me we weren’t being followed.  We weren’t even seen.”  

Chris frowned. “Can I see that?” Robert handed the note and photo over.  Chris saw and sucked in his breath.  It was clearly a photo of you and him in the car from that night.  You were still in Chris’s lap as Chris held you by your neck, kissing you. “Holy fuck.”  

“What are we going to do Chris?”  

“I don’t know.”  He ran a hand through his hair.  He pulled out his phone and messaged Megan about an emergency meeting.  “We are going to meet at your house with Robert, Megan and your chief of staff and we are going to figure this out.”  

You nod, because it’s the sensible thing to do.  But your heart felt fear, your head was on the metaphorical chopping block.  

Later that night, both of your teams gathered in your dining room.  

Megan looked at the picture and sighed.  “Can one of you explain what happened?” 

Chris cleared his throat and explained the dinner and pulling over and just having a moment of unadulterated love between himself and you.  “We thought we were alone.  I mean, I didn’t even see her security team.  It was just one moment.”  

Rachel, your chief of staff, was taking notes and scoffed.  “Yeah, well, that one moment has the potential of going viral.  

“Can you even tell it's us?” Chris asked.  

Robert looked at the photo.  “It’s a blurry photo. It has deniability to it unless the photographer has cooperating evidence of who is in the car.  I’m going to sit down with the security team from that night and find out what happened.”  

“And I think that we shouldn’t do anything unless there is an obvious threat,” Rachel said.  I mean right now it’s someone saying they know but it doesn’t mean it’s someone from the other side.  I say we wait it out.  Jumping to action may be worse at this point.”  

“I agree.”  Megan looked at the photo. “Reaction would be bringing a spotlight to you two when it's not needed.”  

You didn’t realize you were trembling until Chris took your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.  “Baby, what do you think?”  When you didn’t answer, Chris placed his hand on your cheek to get you to focus on him. “YN, sweetheart, it's gonna be ok.  Do you think this is a good plan?” You looked into the ocean blues that comforted you so many times before.  They looked resolute in the decision, and you trusted that.  You nodded but still a single tear slipped.  “Honey, what is it?” 

“I’m scared,” you whispered.   

Chris’s heart dropped.  He didn’t want his girl to be scared, not his brave warrior girl. He sucked in a breath to steady himself before he said, “Don’t be. I’ll be right by your side.  Don’t you worry.” He kissed your forehead before he kissed your lips and kept his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing together as you both tried to keep calm.  

A few weeks later, everything seemed to be back to normal.  There were no more flowers, no other notes.  You and Chris talked every day, just as before.  You were on the phone with the governor of California when Rachel ran into the office.  Flustered would have been the nice word to use.  She looked like she had been tossed by a tornado.  “Sorry governor, I have to be on the floor in a few minutes.  Send my office the proposal and I’ll see what I can do to get this to the committee.  I think you're right; we need to beef up the national parks act, and it should start with Yosemite.  

“Thank you, Senator.  We’ll see you for the Lunar New Year celebrations?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it.  Have a great day!”  You hung up and looked at Rachel.  “What’s going on?” 

“I’m so sorry Senator, it broke.” She handed over her tablet 

“What broke?” You took the tablet and focused on the screen.  And there it was, in full color was the photo.  With an amazing headline: 

DOES THE RISING STAR FRESHMEN SENATOR HAVE A SIDE JOB IN BOSTON? – IS THE HOT SHOT SENATOR FROM CALIFORNIA TRADING FAVORS FOR DONATIONS?  

You blanched as you scroll through the article.  It was still speculation that it was you but that it was clear from the photo that someone was caught in a compromising position inside of a car.  The news site was still looking for more information, but an anonymous source implicated the Senator from California as the woman in the photo.  

You could hear the office phones ringing as the screen blurred in your eyes.  You read the article title over and over, wishing it would change to anything else, anyone else.  Rachel could see you were starting to lose it as she was on the phone with someone.  

“I've got to get out of here,” you whispered.  It was like your body was now on automatic pilot. You stood up, grabbed your coat and bag and headed out the door. Your security team was trying to stop you, but you made it out the front door of your office to a barrage of flashes.  The press was already all over the scandal, shouting questions and taking pictures of what would be a rather stunned face.  Security from your office and the Capitol police surrounded you to allow you to walk to your waiting SUV.  Rachel had been right behind you, shouting no comment as you walked trance-like.  Robert had the door open for you and Rachel before climbing in the front and your usual driver, Edward, took off. 

“Senator? Senator, look at me.” You turned your face slowly towards her. “I am going to get you through this.  I’m trying to reach Chris or Megan to find out if it leaked from their camp.”  

All you could do was nod.  Four years of campaigning and working with other bi-partisan members was going down the drain as your phone kept pinging with more and more news outlets reporting the story.  It was the ultimate nightmare.  

The only solace was the security at your home.  Gate controlled, security had called the police to make sure the road was cleared, and cameras were everywhere. But it provided very little comfort.  All you wanted was Chris, but he was on set at the moment. Rachel was pacing, calling who she could to pull the story as you sat on your couch, leg bouncing, checking your phone every five minutes.  After two hours, a call came to Rachel.  

“Yeah.  Hi Stacy... Yes, we saw it...  No, we haven’t...  What do you mean?... That's not what he promised her... What does Megan... oh... well what is she... ok... I’ll tell her. Thanks.”  Rachel hung up and sat down next to you. “YNN, that was Stacy, Megan’s assistant at her firm.  Umm, she stated that Megan and she talked to Chris, and they aren’t going to be making a statement.  Since no one knew you two were in a relationship, there was no need to drag Chris into it.”  

“What?” You breathed.  “He... he promised to stand by me.”  

“I know sweetie but that’s what they have decided.”  

Your head spun.  You wouldn’t believe that Chris would do this. He didn’t even have the guts to tell you himself. You picked up your phone and sent him a message.  

YN: We just spoke to your management firm and know about your decision.  I thought we loved each other but I guess I was mistaken.  Don’t worry I won’t drag you into this.  Goodbye Chris.  

You went through your contacts and blocked his number. You did the same on your socials and put your phone down. “Rachel, what is the statement we want to put out?”  You put on your game face.  Your heartache and tears could come later.  

The next day, Rachel called a press conference in front of your office.  You chose to be yourself in a sharp black suit with a pink blouse and black heels.  It was your confident outfit, and you would need every ounce of it to make the statement you needed to make.  The makeup artist touched up your face and then it was time.  

“Good morning, let me first address the photo.  Yes, I did engage in some intimate acts with someone in a vehicle.  To protect their privacy, I will not be naming my partner ever.  Second, my security team is launching an investigation into the photo as we know it was not a member of the press who invaded my private moment.”  You took a breath, “I should have had better judgement in where I had my intimate relations at and used better judgement overall.  The blame for this is on me alone.  If my constituents are upset by my actions, I sincerely apologize.  I have strived to be an example to everyone and in this case, I wish I wasn’t.  The man I was with is no longer in my life and I would like to extend my apologies to him for this transgression.  I will be meeting with the chair of the Senate ethics committee for all punishments and/or reprimands that I have earned.  Thank you.  

You walked away from the media circus and back to the seclusion of your office.  As you sat, Rachel came to give you a hug.  Now you can mourn.  And you did just that.  

Chris’s POV 

The person you are trying to reach is not accepting calls at this time.  

Chris looked at his phone, heartbroken.  You had blocked him.  Chris watched the press conference playback with mixed emotions.  He was so proud of you for standing up and accepting responsibility, but he should have been by your side making his own statement.  He looked at the last message he received and called Megan. “What the hell, Megan! Why are we not standing next to her?”  

“Chris you are filming, and I hadn’t even had a chance to talk to you before her team advised us that she was going to make a statement.”  

“Who did they talk to?” 

Megan waited for a beat. “Stacy. Look Chris...” 

“Megan, I want her fired.  I told you she had been inappropriate with me multiple times and now this.  She wanted YN to break up with me because she thought I would go out with her.  I am in love with YN, and she just fucked that up!”  

“I know Chris, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”  

“How?  She blocked me, she’s angry.  She...” he took a breath because his body was vibrating with pain, “she took that bullet for me all alone. Her entire career... she did that for me.”  

“Chris, we will fix it okay? Let me handle Stacy.”  

“I want to be there Megan. I want to see her face when I say that I am in love with YN. I need YN back, Megan.”  

“I know.  I’m sorry. I’ll make the arrangements.”   

Chris hung up and looked though the pictures on his phone. His perfect girl. Fuck, he was the one who pulled over, but she was the one taking the hit.  As he slid through the pictures, one floated by.  Her calendar. He sat up straighter and a plan came to his head.  

A couple of days later, Chris was back in Boston and sitting in Megan’s conference room.  Megan was sitting next to him, both in silence as they waited for the last member of their meeting to arrive.  Stacy walked in confidently, a sway in her hips as if she knew Chris would be there and finally ready to declare that he too was also “in feelings” with her. After all, they had softly flirted when he was in the office. They had coffee together. He liked her and this was her moment. She flicked her hair back as she sat across from them.  “You wanted to speak to me.”  

“Yeah, we had a question.  Who gave you the photo of YN in the car?” Megan asked.  

Stacy’s smile faltered slightly.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

“Did you know that all of your emails from your work computer are monitored?  Since that last hack, I had IT put in the monitoring service.”  

At that Stacy’s smile fell. “What?” 

“So, before we send this information to DCPD and congressional security, who gave you the photo?” 

Stacy blanched as she looked from Megan to Chris.  “Mike, one of the senator’s security guards gave it to me.”  

“Interesting.  And why did you give it to gossip mags?” 

“To break YN and Chris up.  She took what I wanted.” Chris scoffed as he stood up and walked to the door.  “Chris please! I’m sorry but I thought we had something!” 

“When?  During the scheduled meetings or when you were helping Megan on the red carpet.  I am in love with YN.  I hope she presses charges for the invasion of privacy.  Megan?” 

“Oh, right.  You’re fired, for cause.  You signed a non-disclosure agreement for our clients and their families which you violated the minute you sent the photo to the magazine.  Security is outside to escort you out.  Your personal belongings will be searched before they are mailed out to you.”  

“No, please...” 

“Have a good day Stacy,” as security walked in, and Chris and Megan walked out and headed to her office.  “I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.”  She headed to her sideboard and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Chris.  “Have you been able to get a hold of YN?” 

Chris shook his head.  “No, she’s blocked me from everything. I got in touch with Rachel, but she said that YN has a ‘no calls allowed’ for me with her team.” Chris took a swallow.  “Said YN has been crying a lot in her office.” 

“Oh Chris,” Megan frowned.  

“This is all my fault Megan. I pulled over and I convinced her.”  

“Chris, this wasn’t your fault.  You are still human.  You are still allowed to have fun.  You both weren’t expecting someone you both trusted to violate your privacy.  You have every right to be angry.  You have every right to be sad that your relationship was broken by jealous people.  But you cannot blame yourself.  We are going to fix this, and we are going to get your girl back. Are you ready to do anything to show her you love her?” 

Chris laughed.  “I would do anything to win her back.” 

Your POV 

It was a few weeks after “picture-gate” and you were getting ready for the Valentine’s Day charity event. An event where you were supposed to make your debut with Chris.  Who is now your ex. “Fuck me,” you mumble to yourself.  You look in the mirror, seeing a woman who kinda looks like you, if she didn’t have red-rimmed eyes, shallow looking cheeks and a sad look on her face.  It had been hell without him.  You never realized how much comfort Chris brought to you. How his strong arms held you close to his chest, his heartbeat your lullaby, his voice a song.  You missed him desperately, but he didn’t want to stand next to you.  It makes you question whether he lied about being with a strong woman.  

You shake yourself and inspect your dress. The theme was love, obviously, so you had chosen a red gown, strapless with a sweetheart neckline.  It was tight in the bodice until it hit your waist and then flowed out in layers of chiffon.  Heels and diamond studs completed the look with soft waves framing your face. You sighed, wishing he had been there to see it, the dress you picked with him in mind. But he would never be there, he wouldn't come back.  He made his choices.  

As you arrived at the gala, sans date, you thought back to the last few weeks.  The person who took the photo was found, Mike, and fired.  Mike had been one of your personal guards since you started.  Apparently, when questioned, he took the photo to create a scandal because he was obsessed with you and wanted Chris out of the way.  Mission accomplished, you guessed, but not in the way he wanted.  Charges were filed, restraining orders in place, a press release later, and the scandal died out.  Some of the old guards still avoided you but the party and your constituents stood by you.  They held support rallies and feminist movements.  You were a woman, yes, but you should have been treated like a man. It warmed your heart a bit in the days post Chris.  

Arriving alone, you walked the press line, dodging questions that wanted to bring back the scandal and headed into the venue.  Your date, who walked in alone as well was waiting.  As patient as ever for Rachel, who is never patient.  Dinner was lovely, the jazz band playing romantic tunes.  You mingled with other donors and attendees, making the most out of the evening.  Finally, the special, surprise guest performer was announced.  

The host of the evening introduced Grammy award winning artist Harry Styles to the stage.  You loved him and sang along.  It was quite the performance, Harry doing all of his hits.  You sway with the music, a glass of champagne keeping you warm.  As Harry ends, Watermelon Sugar, the crowd cheers. 

“How is everyone doing?” Harry asks and the crowd cheers in response. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, Harry takes a breath.  “So, I got a call from a guy who wanted to let a girl know how much she means to her. See he messed up and asked me to help him tell his girl he adores her.  You don’t have to say anything honey, just know he would walk through fire for you and he’s sorry that you had to walk alone.  This song is for her.” 

You weren’t really paying attention; the words were beautiful, but you didn’t want to be a part of someone else’s declaration of love.  As Harry’s Adore You began to play, you felt a tear in your eye.  This was the last thing Chris had sung to you. 

 Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise)  Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind)  I get so lost inside your eyes  Would you believe it? 

You don't have to say you love me  You don't have to say nothing  You don't have to say you're mine 

Honey (ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Oh, honey (ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Like it's the only thing I'll ever do  Like it's the only thing I'll ever do 

You sway to the music, eyes closed, losing yourself to the music but the crowd starts to part as the spotlight follows a person across the floor.  As the last person parts, a gasp runs through the crowd, and you open your eyes. 

And Chris is there, in a black tux, holding a single red rose.  

You look around to see if he is looking at anyone else but no, it's you.  He walks over and takes the champagne glass from your hand.  “Chris...” 

“Not yet,” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms. He starts to move you across the dance floor.  

You're wonder under summer skies (summer skies)  Brown skin and lemon over ice  Would you believe it? 

You don't have to say you love me  I just wanna tell you somethin'  Lately you've been on my mind 

Honey (ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Oh, honey (ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Like it's the only thing I'll ever do  Like it's the only thing I'll ever do 

“Chris,” you whisper. “What are you doing?” 

“Shh.  Baby, just let me adore you.”  He spins you around and back taking a hold of you again, the only two people on the dance floor.  

I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Oh, honey (ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Like it's the only thing I'll ever do  (Ah)  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you  Oh, honey (ah)  Oh, honey  I'd walk through fire for you  Just let me adore you 

oh, honey  (Oh)  Just let me adore you  Like it's the only thing I'll ever do 

As the song finishes, he pulls you even closer so your foreheads touch as he sings the last of the lyrics to you.  You are trying everything not to sob in front of these people.  As the band slows, Chris pulls back slightly.  “I didn’t stand next to you.  And even though that wasn’t my decision, I still should have made a statement right away. You shouldn’t have done that alone and I am so sorry sweetheart.”  

“I just wanted to protect you, Chris.”  

“And I just wanted to stand behind my woman.”  He swallows, his nerves starting to show a bit. “I had something planned tonight.” He kisses your hand. “We have been together for a while, and it has been the time of my life. I have never been happier. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is mine.  I never want to let go.  Because I adore you, I’d walk through fire for you.”  

He stepped back and knelt to the ground on one knee.  

You’re pretty sure you have stopped breathing at this point.  

“YNN, I love you so much.  And I want to spend the rest of my life with you and all our dreams. Can we take on the world together?” He popped open a little red box holding a stunning princess cut diamond solitaire. “Will you marry me?” 

Your face really doesn’t give anything away.  It is just a single tear that falls. Chris is starting to think this is a bad idea before he sees the smallest nod, before the biggest smile he has ever seen.  It was bigger than when you won your election. “Yes! Yes, Chris yes!”  You fall into his arms just as he’s standing. The crowd cheers as he swings you around.  

After a moment, he sat you down and took out the ring to slide it onto your finger. You look at it before you look back at your fiancé. He cups your face before he kisses you gently.  

And you’re home.  

The rest of the night was a blur.  The only thing that stood out was the call to your parents.  Chris had visited them before flying out to the gala.  He sat with your father and explained everything.  Your dad was satisfied that his little girl was in good hands and gave his blessing.  As you walked out of the venue, the press was relentless in asking about your and Chris’s relationship. Rachel and your security team keep them at bay as Chris keeps his arm around you, your head resting against his chest.  He got you into the car and Robert drove you away. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper. 

“I am so sorry, baby,” Chris pulls so you are seated in his lap, letting you bury your face into his neck. “Mike, he gave the picture to Stacy. She never told us anything about talking to you until it was too late.” He nuzzled into your hair. “I wanted to be here.” He kisses your head.  “I never wanted you to do that alone.”  

“I shouldn’t have... I should have...” 

“Shh, baby, you had no reason to not believe Stacy.  I wish you had waited but I still should have made my own statement.” He sighed as he leaned back on the seat and tightened his grip on you.  “But that’s the past.  You are my future.”  

“I can’t believe you proposed.” You stare down at the diamond on your hand.  “How did you know?” 

“Know what?” 

“Well, is that the ring I wanted or that I would say yes?” 

He chuckled.  “Honey, you don’t think I didn’t noticed when you would ‘airdrop’ hints to my phone when I wasn’t paying attention or when we would see jewelry on vacation?” He picked up your hand and played with the ring.  “You are never flashy or over the top, but you always sparkle.  So, when I went with my sisters and ma shopping, we saw this one and it just said ‘YN.’” 

The tears started to well in your eyes again. He really did know you.  

“Oh honey, don’t cry.” He cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.  

“I’m sorry, just,” you sniff, “it's been so hard without you.  And I, I just can’t believe you got Harry Styles to dedicate a song to me, to us.  The last time I heard it...” you trail off.  

Chris’s face softened. “Was the last time we were together.  I remember.” You pulled up to your townhome, and Chris climbed out, holding out his hand for you. As you walked to the door, he whispered in your ear, “I remember that I owed you a better time as well.”  He opened the door and you gasped. 

Candles, roses, and champagne were waiting for you in your living room.  A gentle fire was on in the fireplace, with pillows and blankets laid out on the floor.  As you took it in, Chris stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulders.  “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you looked in this dress.” You moan as he trails his fingers over the top of your dress.  He nipped at that spot on your neck as he pulled the zipper down, his thick finger trailing down your spine.  

“Chris,” you whimper as goosebumps bloom on your skin, his wet, open mouth kisses setting every nerve on fire.  

“I want to worship you, my fiancé,” he growled as he let the dress drop, showing him the red lace strapless bra and matching panties and garter belt, you had on. “Fuck me, is this new?” 

“I bought it for you, and I never got the chance to wear it for you,” you replied, blushing.  

“You are perfection, my love.”  He sat in the chair.  “Twirl for me.” Still in your heel clad feet, you stood in front of him, just out of his reach and did a slow spin. He growled at your teasing as he reached for you, and you stepped back. “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Evans?” 

“Who said anything about changing my name?” You giggled as his gaze darkened a little.  “I’m a little exposed baby.  That jacket and shirt needs to come off.”  

Chris stood but never took his eyes off of you as he discarded his jacket, tie and shirt, leaving him in just his suit, pants and shoes.  “What now, Senator?” 

“Sit,” you ordered, and he followed your direction quickly.  You grabbed a pillow and kneeled in front of him, sliding your hands up his legs.  He shuddered at your touch, leaning his head back as you undid his pants.  You tapped his hip so he could raise them, and you pulled down his pants and boxer briefs so his cock could spring out. You wrapped your hand the best you could around the base and pumped, getting his attention back on you.  You looked him straight in the eye as you licked the tip that had a bead of precome on it.  

“Fuck, YN,” he mumbled as you took the entire head in your mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You worked him, softly at first and then harder, slowing down again, much to Chris’s frustration. As you took him to the back of your throat again, you felt him twitch and suddenly you were on your back on the floor as Chris settled in between your legs. He got your bra off first, then the garter, nipping at your skin the entire time.  

“Baby, I...” You really didn’t know what you were trying to say.  Your brain was overloaded with the sensations on your skin. Chris was everywhere, everywhere, all at once and it caused the pressure to build.  Finally, it was just your panties and heels, but Chris made no move to remove either.  He ran his nose up and down your covered pussy, grazing your clit and getting what he wanted: a wanton moan from your mouth.  

“I love that sound, love.” Chris grasped the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs and over the heels.  “I want these hooked around my ears,” he said.  “But for now,” he spread your legs wide, “they can hold you open.”  He kissed right on your mound and then dove in with his tongue, eating like a man starved.  His hands held your thighs open, not allowing you to find some sort of relief until he could feel you tremble.  “Are you close, gorgeous?” 

“I’m gonna cum, Chris, please!” 

“Cum, YN! Let me drink you in!”  His dirty talk always got to you, and it was enough for you to let go, a silent scream coming from your mouth as the world went dark. Chris didn’t stop, making it last longer.  He finally slowed and began to kiss up your body.  His cock was throbbing, needing to find its own release but he wouldn’t stop until he was buried in you.  Finally, he was on top, brushing a strand of hair away, looking down at his future wife, the future mother of his children. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. “Are you still...” 

“Never stopped,” you replied breathlessly, answering his unasked question about birth control. He bottomed out and you both groaned in relief to be reunited again.  He fits perfectly, molded inside of you.  

“God, still tight and warm, like I never left.” Chris pulled out slowly before slamming into you.  You cried out with each thrust, finally getting the relief you missed.  It was slow and torturous but oh, so good.  

“Chris, fuck, harder, please!” 

“Oh baby,” he cooed.  “We have all night.”  He sped up his hips to hit your spot inside over and over, but he felt you tighten, gripping him so hard it was becoming hard to move. “Let go baby.  Give it to me again. God, this pussy was made for me, gripping me, strangling my cock.  Milk me, my fiancé, cum now!” That was it; you cummed hard around him, triggering his own release, “Fuck YES!” 

He finally slowed down but never pulled out.  He rolled you over, so you were laid out on top of him, and he wrapped a blanket around you both.  

“Happy Valentine’s Day Senator.”  

“Happy Valentine’s Day, future husband.”  

The morning headlines were everything Rachel wanted and more.  An election to gear up for and a fairytale wedding for the future President and Hollywood’s leading man.  

WITNESSING A FAIRYTALE: DC’S GOLDEN GIRL AND HOLLYWOOD’S GUY NEXT DOOR CONFIRM RELATIONSHIP WITH A PROPOSAL! 

A/N: I wish this was America’s next royal family of politics. LOL. 

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Not surprised in the slightest that something Omegaverse made it into the list, hehe.

Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~1.8K Notable Tags: Omegaverse, Omega Steve Rogers, Experienced Alpha Bucky Barnes, PWP (Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot), Loss of Virginity, Dirty Talk, Manhandling, Crying, Anal Sex, Light Subspace, Size Difference, Size Kink, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms A/N: The first story I had complete for Kinktober was this one, haha. Omegaverse tends to hit me like a train and oh boy, did this story hit me. I tried out different and more concise ways of writing so it was nice to try something new, but I'm not sure if I liked it, ha. I need this Bucky in my life ASAP. 😮‍💨 I hope you enjoy! 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

“Look at that…” 

Steve already loves not being a virgin.

His exhale feels like it shakes his ribcage, his inhale twisting up like a pretzel in his chest. Even with his eyelids heavy and his vision blurred, he doesn’t look down. He can’t. If he looks down the line of his contorted body and sees where Bucky’s alpha cock breaches his cunt, he’ll shoot off immediately. And he has more self-respect than to shoot off like a rocket while he loses his virginity. 

But it’s just so good.

“So fuckin’ ready for it, look how hungry you are. Just waitin’ for me, aren’t you? Tight, pretty pink just waitin’ for the right cock, the right alpha.” 

“Bucky…”

“Mhmm, a little more now, baby. Take a little more for me.” 

Steve didn’t expect sex to be like this. He didn’t expect it to be the most intense experience of his life, didn’t expect it to be erotic and heady and slow. Every inch of him feels as if it's trembling, limbs not cooperating, all thoughts akin to static. His tongue is heavy in his mouth and his senses are all on high alert. He feels like a livewire, an exposed nerve ending. All he can smell is Bucky, his smoky forest floor scent, all he can feel is Bucky, each point where his body touches Steve’s burning. 

The sensation of Bucky inside of him, of his own body stretched around the girth of Bucky’s cock, leaves him panting. He’s never been slicker, never been more wet for anyone including himself. He wonders if he should be embarrassed, should feel shame for how sticky and wet he is between his legs, but Bucky makes it seem as if he should feel the exact opposite, reaching and rubbing at his rim with a pleased rumble.

Is he in heat? Is it always like this? 

“No,” Bucky whispers softly against the skin of his ankle, his mitts for hands pressing the backs of his knees to the mattress, exposing Steve in full. “It’s never like this. I told you— you were just waitin’ for me. Which means I was just waitin’ for you, ‘Mega.” 

Steve hadn’t realized he’d spoken those words out loud. He isn’t sure if Bucky’s response is comforting or not, the thought of nothing ever matching this experience heavy in the back of his mind. The thought of Bucky implying they’re practically soulmates is even heavier. It scratches an itch deep down in his bones, produces another wave of slick, makes his own dick jump against his belly, forces him to whimper mindlessly. 

Bucky pulls his hips back, rolls them forward to the point where Steve is used to, shallowly fucking him. Steve mewls, pleasure curling in his gut, sensations he’s never once experienced wracking his limp body. 

“Look at me, Steve— look at me.” 

Steve responds as he should and in a quick manner, wondering if Bucky commanded him to or if any ounce of fight left in him is completely gone. Bucky is a gentle soul, a gentle alpha. He goes to the farmer’s market every weekend, reads each night before bed, goes to yoga class a few times a week, drinks tea; nothing about him is domineering. But this Bucky, this panting and sweating and hulking alpha fucking into him…

Steve’s never seen Bucky like this. He almost feels as if he should be frightened, but he also thinks that adds to the intensity of his attraction to the alpha, to this moment. This Bucky has a filthy mouth and a smooth roll of his hips and a confident touch. Every other breath is a growl or a grunt, his burly chest glistening in the low lamplight, his chestnut hair falling into his face. He’s very much in control but he’s not, his grip on Steve tight and possessive, his voice rattling his own chest on its way out. 

He’s the hottest fucking thing Steve’s ever seen. 

When his eyes meet Bucky’s, the shock of their shared gaze zips up his spine like lightning.

“Yeah, you’re ready for more. You ready for it, baby? You want more?” 

“Want more,” he slurs back without thought, ready or not, watching heat flash across Bucky’s darkened sky eyes. “Gimme more, gimme all of it, Bucky. Alpha.” 

Bucky presses him into the mattress in order to do just that, the hands on his thighs moving to frame Steve’s face, his thick torso smashing him more than pleasantly into the mattress. He shouts, his noise turning into a mewl, his fingers digging into Bucky’s back, scrambling. Oh, this…this is different, having Bucky this close. This is overwhelming, this has Steve gasping. The pressure on his rim, his body forced to adjust to thickness it has not previously experienced, has his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, Steve. So small, so fuckin’ small. Ain’tchu a miracle, a tiny fuckin’ miracle, you and this cunt. Just takin’ every inch like you were made for it, for me.” 

“Bucky, I can’t…oh god, Buck. I’m gonna come, I can’t—” 

“A’course you are, of fucking course you are. Ain’t even takin’ my whole dick, haven’t even given you long strokes, and you’re gonna—” 

“Bucky!” 

It shatters Steve, this climax. It comes out of nowhere and rips up and through his entire being, leaving him no choice but to shout and sob into Bucky’s shoulder, into his neck where his scent is strongest. His cunt pulses around Bucky’s cock, around half of it, his dick spurting off between their bodies. But it isn’t enough, half of Bucky isn’t enough. He scrambles, his hands reaching for his alpha’s ass, pushing. 

“I want all of it, I want…Alpha, give me—” 

“Steve, fucking hell, you gotta—” 

“No! More, want all of it, all of it, lemme come on—” 

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281 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#4

We love a jealous baby and a resolution to miscommunication and one Senator Daddy!

*slaps table* JEALOUSY!

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284 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

#3

I fucking forgot that I wrote this!! How dare I!! Two Daddies in one fic?? 😭

#4- “I’m hard // Sounds like a personal problem” with daddy James and daddy Steve? Those two together have been on my mind SO heavy lately and I love switch daddy Steve with all my heart <3333 James making Steve beg for help even though Steve is stubborn and dominant too 😵‍💫

I read this and was confused...and then reread it...and reread it...and had an oh moment so large I had to lay on my bed to process what this said exactly. Ya girl is different after this one. The sexual tension between these two is too damn high! You're the best, here go. 💗 ~2.1K words Notable tags: Sub/Dom Undertones, Daddy Dom James, Switch Daddy Steve, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Begging, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Office Sex, Somewhat of an Established Relationship, Praise Kink

James doesn’t look up from the stack of papers he’s reviewing when he hears the door to his office open and close; the click of the lock tells him who it is right away.

He chooses not to say anything to welcome Steve into this space, continuing to focus on the papers that require his attention and signatures instead. He doesn’t look up, but he does glance at his wrist to take note of the time. 3:30 in the afternoon. That’s much later than he thought he’d be seeing Steve today. He’s impressed.

Steve isn’t phased by the lack of a proper greeting, moves about the office as if it’s his own. James half expects him to come and sit in the chair across from his desk where he sits, expects him to begin to whine and grovel right away, but how easily he’s forgotten who he’s dealing with.

“That is for good boys, Steven,” James comments in a casual and hushed tone when he hears the clink of glass and the sound of liquid being poured into said glass. He doesn’t have to look up to know that Steve has chosen bourbon from the selection of liquors. He does look up when Steve huffs though.

“Then I deserve a double.”

Brat.

James shouldn’t have looked up. He’s met with an image that never fails to make his dick fatten up in an instant— one sexually frustrated and exhausted Steve Rogers. James is certain his suit jacket was shucked to the corner of his own office within an hour of arriving to work, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled messily up his forearms. His hair looks like he’s ran his hand through it every thirty minutes and James hopes it from frustration brought on by himself.

Frustrated or not, that ass doesn’t quit, much to James’ dismay. He wants to send flowers to Steve’s tailor, wants to take her face in his hands and plant kisses on both of her cheeks for the way her attention to detail makes Steve’s own cheeks look. James wants to grab at those ass cheeks, one in each hand, wants to spread them wide and drag his tongue from his heavy balls right over his pretty, puckered hole. The noise that would follow, deep and whiny and bitten-back, would surely make James’ dick damn near burst.

That ass doesn’t deserve such treatment after a sass like that; it deserves a firm smack instead. James bites his tongue, hoping his unimpressed look as he sits back in his chair does the talking for him.

“Don’t give me that look,” Steve mumbles as he makes his way to the seat in front of James’ desk before taking another long sip of his bourbon. James can almost feel the burn in his own throat. “I didn’t come here to get a lecture or to get Daddied.”

James resists the urge to openly scoff. Right.

He raises a challenging eyebrow, leans back further into his chair. Steve meets his pose and his gaze head-on, leans back in the same manner as James, spreads his thighs where he sits. The bulge between his legs is obvious from here and even with the low lighting of James’ office. It takes him longer than he’d like to look away from the outline of Steve’s cock.

“Then why are you here?” James counters, and Steve rolls his eyes. He’s going to have to do something about this attitude.

“I’m hard.”

Goddamn, that sounds so good James is almost inclined to tell Steve to repeat himself.

“That sounds like a personal problem,” James mumbles instead, eyes drawn to the way Steve licks his lips as he obviously fights the curl of a snarl. He doesn’t miss the way Steve rolls his eyes though.

“Mhmm, yes,” Steve bites out. “A personal problem for the both of us seeing as you’re the reason I’m hard.”

James tips his chin in amusement.

“How is this my fault?”

“How is this your fault?” Steve asks incredulously, free hand moving down cup and squeeze at his own dick, quite a handful that has James’ mouth watering immediately. This time he doesn’t hide the way he drinks Steve in, the way he takes his sweet time and lets his eyes take in such a display. Steve is more wound up than James thought he would be, more on edge and quick to react to James’ normal chiding. And while that means more of a headache for him in the present, that also means the payoff in the end will be sweeter than sin.

“Yes, how is this my fault? Tell me.” He leans forward in his chair now, elbows landing on his desk, eager to hear Steve’s words, his dick already perking up.

“You know damn well, Barnes. This is all your doing, all your—”

“Tell me.”

He uses a tone that Steve normally doesn’t hear in this office, Steve tightening his grip on his dick in response, hand having not left the front of his pants. The seconds that pass are thick with sexual tension, are thick with the unpoken question and confirmation of, “Here? Yes, here.” James doesn’t break their eye contact, their heavy gaze, and neither does Steve. Even as Steve lowers his glass lazily in the same manner his other hand lowers the zip of his pants, his eyes don’t leave James’.

“You’ve had me hard all day,” he starts, and Christ that was suspiciously too easy. “Had me hard since you woke me up too goddamn early, beggin’ to fuck me.”

Well, shit. James should have seen this coming, should have anticipated Steve’s bratty behavior stretching this far, trying to take the unspoken upperhand. He’s one hell of a sight, drink in one hand and girthy erection fisted in the other, lazily stroking himself as his mouth runs. James almost wishes he could backtrack, could have set more expectations or demanded something different of Steve. But few can withstand the direct attack that is Steve Rogers’ filthy fucking mouth.

“Been hard ever since you took yours and then left me achy and gaggin’ for it while you traipsed off to shower while givin’ me that goddamn, ‘Be a good boy for me, bubba’...”

James would smirk if he weren’t so distracted by the pleasant ache of remembrance in his dick as it fills out or the way Steve’s chin almost drops to his chest as his breathing becomes labored, fist continuing to glide.

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#2

Bless Kinktober and how much of her I did not complete. It's tradition at this point lmao.

Welcome to my Kinktober 2022 Masterlist! Each day will be shared in a post, linked here, and then this post itself will be shared. The hashtag for all things Kinktober is "howdoyousleep kinktober 2022". Please read all included tags and author's notes to make the best responsible reader decision. As per usual, all stories are to be read by readers 18+ only. Stay spooky and enjoy, besties! 🖤

🐍 day 1 // Daddy Kink // Daddy Steve x Baby Bucky // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🎃 day 2 // Authority Kink // Senator Rogers x Intern Bucky ft. Maddie's Jockverse // read here on Tumblr Part 1 Part 2 // read here on Ao3 // see teaser here

👻 day 3 // Uniform Kink // Pre-War Stucky // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

😈 day 4 // Angry Sex // Mafia Daddy Steve x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🐈‍⬛ day 5 // Quickie // 3-Day Weekend Daddy (3DWD) x Bunny Baby // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

😱 day 6 // Getting Caught // Senator Rogers x Intern Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

⚰️ day 7 // Drunk // Steve Kemp x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

💀 day 8 // Age Difference // Sub Baby Bucky Barnes x Daddy Dom Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🦇 day 9 // Dirty Talk // Steve Rogers x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

👽 day 10 // Mouth // Bucky Barnes x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🔮 day 11 // Housewife Roleplay // Senator Rogers x Intern Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

💚 day 12 // Omegaverse // Omega Steve Rogers x Alpha Bucky Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧛 day 13 // Coming Untouched // Shrunkyclunks (Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes) // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧟 day 14 // Skirt // Trans Bucky Barnes x Biker Daddy Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on A03

🪲 day 15 // Mommy Kink // Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

👸 day 16 // Orgasm Denial // Senator Natasha Romanoff x Female Intern Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🕸 day 17 // Alley // Punk Steve Rogers x Rocker Bucky Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧞‍♀️ day 18 // Morning Sex // Best Friend's Dad Andy Barber x Male Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🍬 day 19 // Wet Dream // 3-Day Weekend Daddy (3DWD) x Bunny Baby // read here on Tumblr // read here on A03

🛸 day 20 // Role Reversal // Daddy James x Stevie Baby // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

💜 day 21 // Comemarking // Omega Gender Neutral Reader x Alpha Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🌕 day 22 // Hands // Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend's Dad Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🗡 day 23 // Breeding Kink // Ari Levinson x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🩸 day 24 // Erotic Letters // Camboy Bucky Barnes x Pornstar Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

⚱️ day 25 // Missionary // "Smol" Steve Rogers x "Bear" Bucky Barnes // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🧚‍ day 26 // Overstimulation // Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan) // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🦄 day 27 // Innocence // Succubus Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

🦉 day 28 // Threesome // Daddy Steve x Baby Bucky x Male Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

👹 day 29 // Car Sex // Stepdad Andy Barber x Female Reader // read here on Tumblr // read here on Ao3

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396 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

😈 I look at this daily, so this is no surprise. 🥴

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698 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[champagnemoon]

yeah chris evans got so much less hot after endgame he just looked bad and then he did the thing where he married a much younger woman and now he's just like...i'm alright there are so many options at this point

He tries to give family man senator vibes now and it’s just not my gig….we mourn 2013 buzz cut Chris

This also just reminded me of that video of him hitting on a black girl in the parking garage and the tizzy it caused lmaoooo

[suspension3333]

My story - Truman show (Almost 40 years) / Horrible situations are happening. (Over 3 years) / Everyone's killing me all the time / I'm dying

KKK (666) & BCI Criminals / Crimes & the others

2 states / Serial killers & Mass killing: Murderers / Corruption

Police reports + FBI & CIA Reports +@ (Total: 16 e-mails + Pictures + Media relations (Too many) + 911 + Carrollton PD + LAPD + 211 (Hate crime) +@) FBI & CIA & Cops +@ (Reported too many times): They don't arrest my family & nephews & cousins & the others. (Over 3 years) Check these out.

EVERYBODY/THEY: BCI Criminals - Crimes / Wide open - Over 3 years / Had made a plan & killing me all the time - For about 12 years / Almost 40 years - Trueman show & Lolita & Maruta (Remote hacking) & Cute baby (Ref. CIA Stuff - 17 babies: Ref. News + @) My Mom was an announcer of MBC TV Station (Former: TBC / Now: MBC) & MY Brother - Wanted to be a star + Nephews / Cousins / Relationships + @ - Related My family & nephews & cousins & relationships + @ - They sold me & They had sold me & They are selling me to MBC + SM Entertainment + SK Telecom + @ (+ The others) - $5000/$50000 a year - Human trafficking Prostitution + @ : Businesses + @ : Deals + @ - Moneytree (Black money / Abandonment of a dead body + Stand in for a dead man + Sue + @) & murder & earn money + @ - Too many

KKK (666) / Prostitution (Human trafficking) / Businesses / Deals / Moneytree (Black money / Abandonment of a dead body + Stand in for a dead man + Sue + @) & murder & earn money + @: Too many people: Involved - Presidents (Joe Bidon & Seok Ryul Yoon + @ (+ Former presidents: Bushs & Clintons & Obama & Trump + @ / Jae In Mun & MB Lee + @), senators + @, UN + @, TV Stations (MBC+KBS+SBS+TVN+@/CNN+NBC+CBS+KTLA+ABC+@) & Media relations (Too many), Korean stars (SM & YG & JYP Entertainments+@) & Hollywood stars (Tom Cruise / Brad Pitt / Jennifer Anistone / Emma Stone / Matt Damon / Robert D. Junior & Chris Evans (Marble + DC + @) / Steven Spielberg & Harrison Ford / keanu Reeves + Leonardo Dicaprio + Bruce Willis + @), Companies (SK+Samsung+LG+Hyundai+Neuralink+Synchron+Microsoft+Blizzard+Tesla+Porshe+BMW+GM+Ford+Chrysler+@), co.workers (Former), friends (Former), my family & nephews & cousins & relationships+@ - Too many

Methods of attack - Radiation exposure (By hacking - Artificial gravity + remote hacking + @: Get that (Radiation) from Hospital of Plano + @ (Ref. 16 e-mails + @): Burning me all the time (Possible to move/keep/hold (Radiation - Biochemical weapon) - Inside of my head (Nose & neck + @) & foots & arms & inside/outside of my body - I'm just like a dead body now.) & Possible to move/control my whole body (By hacking - Artificial gravity + remote hacking+@) & brain hacking + a medical experiment on a living body: Remote hacking & Ultra sonic waves (High frequency/Radio frequency - Hacking tool + Podcast) & Electronic harassment & General hacking & CG/Upgrade+@ - Everybody's killing me all the time by using those.

Everybody, they are all murderers.(Serial killers & Mass killing: Murderers - They have been killing people so long time - South Korea & USA Side + @). They have been killing people all around. (Ref. KKK (666) + @: Long history)

For example (They said like those),

3/9/2022 - 6am (+3/10/2022 - 7am) Waste disposal? Long term? Hacking? Got money? Billions + @? Youtube + @? 폐품처리? 오래 해킹? 돈벌이 (수십억)? Youtube + @? (Ref. My memos & e-mails - Useful? Moneytree + @? Name? DOB? Fortune + @?)

3/13/2022 - 8am Killed? Persons? 50 + @? 50명 이상 죽여봤다? No survivors? Brain hacking? Killed? Everyone? 50 + @? (Ref. Memos - Front page & next page (+First e-mail - The same issue) +This video (Please watch this video carefully - They said, "Just? Over 50? Persons? Then, we can be alive? Huh? Hahaha! & We can escape then, huh? Hahaha! & Number of murders: varies from person to person - Ex) 6,7,10 +@) & 200~300 persons +@, at once? Possible? & One by one? Possible? - Methods +@ - Too many" - They just said so on 032324@07:10PM + Death of stars: Related)

4/19/2022 - 12pm 우리 밥이였잖아? 밥이잖아? Our feed? Long term? Past & now? (Ref. My memos & e-mails)

The others (Too many evidences)

My e-mail addresses: kris6259@gmail.com & chrisloves1092@yahoo.com / Cell phone: (714) 336-6259 / Name: Ji Sung Kim / Address: 1300 Walnut St #110 Carrollton TX 75006 Please let anybody know about the issues & save me. I just need a helping hand. I have been dying because of them.

Youtube: www.youtube.com/@BCI_Criminals_Crimes_KKK_666 Twitter(X): @suspension3333 Instagram: @suspension6259

KKK (666) & BCI Criminals / Crimes + World wars (Related - UN & Israel & hamas war & palestine & World wars (1 & 2) & Strikes + @ Too many) I'm dying because of these. They are killing me all the time. (Ref. KKK (666) + @: Long history)