#sub!cevans

[biteofcherry]

Ruby Garden is absolutely amazing. Would you consider writing any of the “Chris character” (or Seb or whoever else you might use) in the Sub role?

Or did you and I’ve missed it?

Of course there could be a submissive CEvans character, or Seb's, but with these series I'm catering a lot to myself and that's why I want my focus to be on submissive reader.

In theory I know I could write a good enough Domme reader with submissive/switch mmc, but in practice I feel more connected and in depth writing as a submissive myself. While I may get an insight and understanding of the dominant side, I don't feel fully comfortable with it (I just get frustrated, lol).

[nana1000night]

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Awww sub Stevie

Pretty boy

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Best friends always tease each other. You always liked teasing Steve…but what if some words affect Steve more, than he lets you see it? After a failed mission, Steve needs more than just your teasing...

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!Steve Rogers x (female)dom!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, subspace [m] , needy!Steve, oral [messy blowjob], hint of mommy kink, crying, pet names like; pretty boy, good boy, Stevie, Madame, mistress

Because of the subspace it could be seen as dub-con but not really. I’ll just want to say it in case someone’s sees it that way.

If you feel uncomfortable with any of these above, this onshot may not be for you!

Have in mind English is not my first language! There could be some mistakes-let me know.

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18+

Steve was your best friend. You talked about everything, always supported each other and were there for each other, even in the darkest of times. There were no secrets between you two.

Well, one.

You liked him. More than friends should like each other.

How could You not? He was really charming, kind, and there was no denying that he looked damn good. When You saw him swimming at the lake for the first time, You had Lost your ability to speak for a short moment. He was perfect. His sweet and innocent smiles, always made your heart jump.

Unbelievable this man wasn’t in a relationship. He was literally the perfect husband material. If you could, you would put a ring on his finger.

The truth was, he wasn’t comfortable with his submissive behaviour in bed. Most people looked at him and thought he would be a perfect dominant person-yet it was not like that. He liked it sometimes to just give up all the control. That’s why he didn’t want to date-or even one night stands weren’t on the table.

“-it’s incredible, isn’t it?” said Steve. Shit. “Mhmm, yes, yes?” You sounded rather questioning, which made Steve roll his eyes. “You aren’t listening, …again.“ It made you feel bad. “I’m sorry, Steve”, you apologised with a smile on your lips. He sighed, but smiled again and looked at me for a moment. You knew he couldn’t be mad at you for too long.

“Ah, come on, you’re my best friend and you could never be angry with me”, You began as You slowly climbed onto his lap. “You’re always kind to me. You’re such a Golden boy...a really good guy��.a good boy”, You said teasingly not even really meaning it, but something in Steve’s eyes changed. His breathing stopped for a moment and he avoided your gaze. He blushed slightly. You could’ve swear you felt something in him twitch.

Immediately a smile spread across your face. Of course, You thought it annoyed him or made him a bit flustered. Steve really tried no to show how much these words turned him on. He wanted to be your good boy…he wanted it so bad. Not many people knew he had a weakness for being dominated by his partner. Being called a good boy made his dick twitch. A bit of precum leaked out of his tip. How could such a simple touch and a few words turn him on this much? He could already feel his mind slipping. 

“Mhmm, I think That’s what I’m going to call you from now on”, You said cheekily. Your hand roamed over his chest. Steve’s muscles tensed slightly under your touch. It wasn’t new for you to touch each other. Sometimes the others teased the two of you, that you both act like a couple. Just without the sex and kissing part.

If only you knew how much it affected him…

•••

Just like promised you started calling Steve a good boy, ever moment you hand the chance to do so – which often led him to flee from you. It’s like he was avoiding you.

Slowly You started to think about whether You should stop calling him that. After all, it shouldn’t ruin your friendship. Maybe it really made him uncomfortable and you haven’t thought about it at first?

You quickly pushed your thoughts aside when the jet landed and Steve, -as well as other team members-, got out of it. You yourself couldn’t take part in the mission today, and Steve’s facial expression immediately told you that something had gone wrong. He was covered with dirt and blood. You couldn’t tell if it was his own or someone else.

“Steve-hey-Steve”, You started calling right away, while you grabbed Steve’s arm. This brought him out of his trance and he looked at you with big eyes. Yet he stayed quiet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.“ He said nothing, but nodded. So You led him to his room.

When You arrived in his room, You put down his shield and helped him out of his shoes. “Let’s go to the bathroom, yeah? You’ll take a shower and afterward we’ll talk…or watch a movie…whatever you’d like, okay?” Once again Steve nodded, but didn’t say anything. It worried you.

In the bathroom you let hot water fill the tub. In the meantime you put a towel on the bathtub edge. After you checked the temperatures the water, you wanted to leave the bathroom. “Stay...please”, You heard Steve speak softly as You walked to the door. Your lips twitched slightly. It kind of made you feel important, that he wanted you to help and stay with him. “Okay, Stevie...I’ll stay with you”, with those words, you turned back to him.

Only now did you realised in what state Steve seemed to be. Sometimes you two needed some…time-out, after coming back from a awful mission. Just some tenderness and comfort. That’s definitely something, Steve needed right now.

It broke your heart to watch him like that.

“Stevie, come here...Let me do this, okay?” You grabbed his hands gently in yours. But before You would help him undress, You needed for him to say something–something that made sure, he was okay with it. A quiet ’kay' came past his lips, while he noded. So you helped him take off his pants.

Actually it wasn’t the first time You helped him undress. It’s happened before. Besides, he had seen you in this state at least three times. He really didn’t have to be embarrassed or feel in any kind of way bad about it.

In a few minutes he had everything except the boxer shorts taken off. These, he took off after he was in the tub. You could see him relaxing a little. Not much, but at least something. While he enjoyed the warm water, You were able to check him out for injuries – You already saw his arms and stomach, but his back was still left. Fortunately, he had nothing but bruises. Calmed down, you were able to take a washcloth and wash him off with it, the dirt and blood, which apparently was not his.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, which immediately made Steve put his arms around your legs and his head in your lap. This gesture made your heart jump. “Oh Stevie...you didn’t do anything wrong. You were great, okay? You’re always great...Sometimes bad stuff happens...“., you began to talk quietly as You wiped his neck with the warm cloth. You also carefully washed his hair as best You could, without getting any water or shampoo in his eyes. “I know you were great...” You leaned down to him lightly and whispered in his ear. “My Good Boy...my Stevie”

A whimper escaped him. You then gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. When he slowly looked up at you, You had to bite your bottom lip. Steve looked so sweet. His big, blue eyes looked up at you. He looked adorable. The hair partly wet and completely ruffled. His pupils were dilated. Blown wide. There was more black than blue at this point. There was foam and bubbles everywhere. Automatically my lips twitched upwards. “Let’s get you clean, shall we? Then we can turn on a movie...and enjoy some quiet time, yeah?”, you said softly, stroking his head. Steve nodded and put his head back in your lap.

Twenty minutes later, Steve was already asleep. You’d like to let him sleep, but the water was getting cold and the position You were sitting in was becoming uncomfortable. “Stevie...hey, Stevie, wake up”, gently you shook his shoulder, causing him to wake up.

When he lifted his head, he looked at me sleepy. “Come on, you should lie down. Get some rest.“ You got up, what caused steve to do the same. You turned red and looked away. He was naked. We’ve never seen each other naked. You didn’t know how to react. Especially since he had a semi.

“Here-uh-towel-and then put some clothes on”, You muttered and threw a towel at him, then left the bathroom and pulled out of his closet a sweatpants and a shirt. You quickly put the things in the bathroom on the sink and went back to Steves room where You sat down on the sofa.

When Steve came in, You couldn’t help but look at him. He held the shirt in his hand, while the jogging pants hung low at his hip and made his V-line stood out. His muscles were incredible. You couldn’t stop you mind from imagining him over you. Between your legs. Apparently he noticed my look, as he smiled slightly. Maybe even a bit smugly.

Nevertheless, he turned to the closet and got another shirt. “It’s a little bigger”, he muttered and put it on. Even though it was ’bigger', it stretched on his shoulders and pecs. Sometimes You wondered if it was easy for him to buy clothes. His shoulders were wide, but his waist was narrow.

Steve pushed at your shoulder to show you, he wanted you to lie down on the couch, then he laid down on top of you and put his head down on your chest. One of his arms slipped under your back, the other one under your neck. Everything inside you felt incredibly hot right now. Your stomach seemed about to explode. “Hey baby...you should go to bed and not on the uncomfortable couch.” You whispered into his hair. To be honest, You didn’t want to let him go. You’d love to stop time and stay like this forever.

“Stevie Honey”, it was the first time You gave him so many pet names at once. Normally You wouldn’t do it, but it just felt good at that moment. “Baby…”, you tried to get his attention again – and You did. But not the way you wanted to. Suddenly, You felt a hardness against your leg, close to your own crotch. It made your walls tighten around nothing.

Your breathing became slightly uneven. “S-Stevie”, you gasped when you felt Steves hard dick press against your thigh. Slowly he raised his head and looked at you with this big eyes. “Steve, you should-“ Before you could say something more, Steve pressed his lips to yours. Just for a moment. The he looked at you questioning. “Y/N…please”, he whispered. It made you heart jump-and your pussy throb.

“Stevie”, you said one more time, he put his lips once again on your. His lips were gentle and soft. It felt nice. “Please...I need you”, he whispered almost desperately. It sounded like a whimper. You nodded slightly. “Do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” Nodding, he answered your question. Alone the idea of you taking care of him made his dick twitch. There was a wet spot on his sweatpants where his top was.

Without a second thought, You kissed him again. Steve immediately kissed you back. He pressed his hips against yours, his hardness pressed directly against your clothed heat. He could feel you pulsing agains him, which made him rub himself against your crotch. You both gasped.

The kisses became more passionate and more demanding with every minute. Everything was there, the wandering hands, tongues and teeth. You started kissing Steve’s neck, which made him moan loudly.

His hand moved slowly to your heat, where he stroked your sensitive spot through the fabric. “Stevie, you’re so good”, You breathed hardly audibly to his lips. “My Pretty boy." At fist you didn’t even thought anything, while you said it, but Steve’s quiet whimper made you clench around nothing, while he rubbed his clothed dick against your leg harder. Then it occurred to you; it turned him on when you called him that. “So good for me, Babyboy.”

With these words, you turned with him around. You gently pushed him into the sofa, kissing his neck again. His heartbeat speed up. One of his hand cupped your crotch, but you didn’t let him. Instead you grabbed his hand and placed it beside him. “This is about you, baby, not me, okay? Later, as a reward, you might touch me…maybe”...You breathed against his stomach as You pushed his shirt upwards. “Take it off” before You could even finish speaking, his shirt was already on the floor. Someone’s eager.

You looked at him with a slight grin. Never would you be expected Captain America to submit to someone in the bed like that. It made something in you snap. You wanted to see him desperate. Wanted him to beg. He looked at you and then down to his hardness, which was clearly visible through the jogging pants. “Oh, does my baby boy want me to take care of it?” he nodded quickly. “Please...please, Mistress.“ He mumbled while lifting his hips slightly.

You let your hands slide over his beautiful body. Over his pecks and rosy nipples. A low moan escaped Steve’s throat. He could feel how wet his pants were from all the pre-cum. Not being touched where he desperately needed it, made him whine. “Please, Mo-Mistress. Please touch me”, he whimpered. It made you smile cockily. “But I am touching you babyboy.” Once again Steve whined. You could see his dick twitch a couple of times.

“Please touch my cock.” How could you deny him that?

Gently but passionately, You kissed his abdominal muscles until You reached his abdomen. “You’re so beautiful Stevie...you look fantastic And everything just for me...”, you let your hands slide along his stomach until You slowly came closer to the waistband. Gently you pulled the waistband from his skin and let it bounce back against his abdomen. A whimper escaped him. “Everything for you....All for you, Ma’am.“ Steve’s voice sounded so desperate. You liked having so much control over him.

He slowly took off his sweatpants, but before You could free his dick, Steve grabbed your hands. “Please, take off your shirt...please...I want to see you, Mistress”, the super soldier whimpered beneath you. “How could I say no to my Prettyboy? Especially when he’s so polite” At his request, You took off your T-shirt. Immediately his eyes were on your bra clothed breasts. His hand went your waist to your breasts, which he gently caressed through the bh. Then his hand slipped further towards your back. “May I, Mistress?” he asked sweetly as he played with the clasp. “Of course, baby”, You breathed gently and let the bra slide slowly from your shoulders. It landed on the floor next to your other clothes.

“You are so beautiful, Mistress”, Steve’s words made your heart jump. You leaned over him and gave him a gentle kiss, before moving down again. You couldn’t wait to finally have his dick in your mouth. This time You were able fo took off his pants. His hardness jumped right to his abdomen, where it already started leaking precum again– and to be honest, You didn’t expect him to be THAT big. He was…

Was it the serum? Or was it just Steve? It didn’t matter. You wanted to feel him. Preferably as soon as possible.

You grabbed his dick in one hand-which made him moan pleasurably. Finally you were touching him. When you licked along his length, he grabbed your hair with one hand, but didn’t do anything else. You liked along his dick a few times, after which You gently took his tip into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his slit and started suckling slightly. He tasted a bit salty, in a good way. You had to let your tongue lick his slit again.

Immediately Steve gasped. You repeated this several times until You let his dick slide out of your mouth. As your lips separated from his red tip, a saliva thread connected your lips with him. He was covered in your spit and pre-cum. You couldn’t help but take it back in your mouth-this time planning on keeping him there for a bit longer. If you could, you’d leave his dick in your mouth forever. Even though he was huge, you like the weight of him on your tongue. Actually you never enjoyed giving someone head like you did right now.

This time, You relaxed your throat and slowly let his length slide deeper, causing Steve to moan loudly. “Mistress-oh-P-please”, he cried out, while You let his entire length and width slid down your throat. Instinctively you swallowed around him, which made him whimper again. You repeated this then again, while bobbing your head up and down. This caused him to raise his hip and thrust into your throat. You gaged, but he thrusted right past through your gag reflex. This made your pussy get so wet, you could actually feel your juices float out.

Your nose tip hit his abdomen. With one hand, you grabbed a little harder into the flesh of his thigh, as a sign that he wasn’t allowed to move his hips. He lowered his hips again and muttered a soft “Sorry Mistress, didn’t mean to”

Satisfied with this, You lowered your head, till you had him fully in your throat . Then you let him slide out, till just the tip was between your lips. Again and again You took him as deep as you could, until his hardness began to twitch in your mouth. This made you suck him fiercer, while you grabbed his ball in your hand.

As soon as he felt you touch his balls he felt his muscles tighten. “I-I’m coming. Mo-”, he couldn’t finish the sentence before his orgasm overtook him. He shoot his load in your throat and mouth. You could feel his warm liquid coat your mouth. Steve gabbed your hair harder, while he cried out in pleasure. You moved your head until the twitching stopped. Slowly You raised your head and watched as your spit mixed with his seed on his shaft and tip. Your saliva and his cum dripped down your chin. It made Steve want to kiss you. To lick your lips and chin clean.

Surprised you looked at his still hard dick.

Thank God that serum had such an effect. You felt Steve’s hands on your neck. He pulled you up and kissed you passionately. Just like he wanted to, he liked his seed from your chin. His tongue explored your mouth, like he was trying to taste himself on your tongue-and he did.

His hand slipped to your pants, which he tried to take off impatiently. A chuckle escaped you. “Babyboy, first you have to open them”, you whispered against his lips. Only then did he look down to your jeans. His cheeks turned slightly red when he realized his mistake. He quickly opened them and let them slide off your hip. You helped him do it. Just like the other clothes they landet on the floor.

A gasp escaped both of you when he touched your damp panties. You haven’t noticed how wet you’ve really become. “Mistress, may I?” he asked, pulling lightly at the thin cloth. You knew what he was up to and had to admit that for the first time You didn’t even really care about your favorite panties. “Yes, babyboy”, you whispered.

When he tore the fabric from your body, You gasped because of the cool air that hit your pussy. “Please Mistress-please-I-I want you”, he sobbed. Only then did You notice the tears that were tormenting from his eyes. He tried to be as close to you as possible, pressed his arms tightly around you or kissed your shoulders. “Baby”, You whispered into his hair, after which You kissed him on the forehead. “You’re so good to me.“., You whispered. This made him look at you from his beautiful, hungry yet vulnerable eyes. He seemed so needy. You could see how much he wanted it.

“I got you, baby”, You whispered, kissing his face gently. Slowly, You slipped right over his hip, where his hardness pressed against you entrance. “Mmm Stevie”..., You grumbled happily against his lips.

As You slowly let his tip slid between your folgst, he sobbed quietly. “Please, Mistress”, he whispered desperately. You kissed him softly for a moment, but you both had to groan in the kiss when His tip pushed into you and you started to sink down on his dick. The width felt so good. He filled you completely. Without needing to try his dick hit your g-spot. You couldn’t stop a moan slip past your lips.

His hand was on you hip and gently squeezed your meat. The other one also grabbed your thigh, but quickly slipped to your middle to rub your clit. “Baby-you are so good to me”, You gasped against his ear, burying your hand in his hair. The other scratched over his shoulder and chest. You started to move your hips.

“Mistress-faster, please”, he moaned against your skin. He sucked at your skin and nipples, which made you moan even more.

Your hips started to move faster. You started bouncing on his lap, while he moved his hips slightly towards you. The sounds your body’s were making were obscure. The wet noise of your juices was just dirty. It made your movements even quicker.

“I-I’m close, Mistress-may I c-cum?” he sobbed at your chest. You felt your climax being close too, which is why You didn’t want to hold him back. “Come for me, babyboy.“ Immediately after you said this, You could feel him twitching and pulsating in your and filling you with his big load. His hand on your clit got faster, even though also a little shakier.

When You tried to lift yourself from him, he held you back tightly by the hip. “No-you have to come too...I want you to come-please, Mistress-use me as your toy-I want you”, he babbled and wouldn’t let go of you. He seemed exhausted and overstimulated. It’s like he’s completely foggy. “baby boy…only because you asked so nicely but if it’ll be too much tell me, baby.“ You moved again. Steve was still rubbing your clit. Then he also started to suck on your nipples. Without further warning, You felt your orgasm crash over you. Loudly you cried out in pleasure. Pulsating, Your walls started squeezing and milking his overstimulated dick. You could’ve sweared you felt him shoot another big load in you-especially judging by the whining and the tears that escaped him. He was definitely overstimulated. The serum made him probably even more sensitive.

Slowly you laid down on Steve’s chest. You could feel your juices and his cum gush out of you. It made you grimace a bit. Even though you really didn’t want to get up, you had to clean up. With this in mind you started to get up.

Tired, he opened his big blue puppy eyes. Tears still sparkled in these. His lower lip also trembled slightly. “Don’t go, Mistress...didn’t you like it? Was I not good?” he whispered and his eyes filled with new tears again. Oh, my God, he was really in a headspace.

“No baby-it was perfect. You were perfect. I’ve never felt so good. You were perfect...“, you kneeled besides the couch and caressed his cheek. „But now we have to go back, okay? Come back to me. I am no longer Mistress”, You began, still stroking his cheek gently. Slowly he nodded. “Come back quickly, Mistress.“ „No more Mistress, okay, Steve?” You said, and after You gave him a quick kiss, You disappeared into the bathroom.

First You cleaned up the cum between your legs, after that you put on a shirt from Steve and put two towels in warm water. You looked in the mirror for a moment. A small grin formed on your lips as You looked at yourself like this. You looked…well, completely fucked. Nevertheless, You slightly shook your head and went back to the room. There was no time to admire your…look.

Steve was still lying on the sofa, his eyes closed. It looked like he was sleeping. So you quietly approached him and started to clean him up. You knew he was a heavy sleeper, so You weren’t even surprised he didn’t wake up. In the few minutes You also managed to put on a cream on the scratches you’ve left behind, even if they would probably not be visible tomorrow-or even in just a few hours. “Steve? Steve-wake up”, surprisingly, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at you.

His cheeks turned red and he ran his hand over his face. “Oh my... I’m... I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this and all that-” “Are you crazy, Steve? Don’t be stupid, I…I really enjoyed it”, you interrupted him with a small grin and gave a fleeting kiss on his swollen lips. “It’s just-this mission today and your constant petnames -I...it rarely happens but...but it just happened”, he continued.

He gently stroked with his fingers over your hand. Without hesitation, You grabbed it and gave him a light squeeze. “You needed it today-that’s totally okay, Steve. Thank you for trusting me”, your words made his cheeks turn slightly rosy, while he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Let’s go to sleep...I’m pretty tired”, you breathed, slowly pulling him to his feet. He quickly put some boxer shorts and came to bed with you. You laid down, with him behind you, spooning you.

He gently put his arm around you and gave your a kiss on your neck. “Good night, Steve”, you whispered into the dark. “Good night, angel..."

Tomorrow you would talk about it all.

And you would ask him out.

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed reading! Please let me know!:)

You can tell me if something is wrong or what i should change<3 I’d be glad actually.

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[avenging-fandoms]

cevans + #37 (smut) and #2 (fluff) <33

2: Oh my god, did you just say that out loud? 37: She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.

warning: use of sex toys, sub!evans

*words: 1804

tags:@operation-spot @thatoneperson5000

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chris sat at the bar with his forth beer in hand, your hand on his thigh as you looked over to where he stared. he took a sip of his beer, smacking his teeth and shaking his head. “i don’t know, yn, should i try it?”

“try what, chris?” you smile and look at him, chris nodding in the direction of a girl who kept glancing at him. “try hitting on her?”

“yeah, why not? she seems nice” you shrug and finish your drink, chris biting his lip and finishing his beer, standing up and stumbling a bit. you chuckle and he looked back at you, and you looked away as you ordered a new drink. chris headed over to the girl and you slyly watched, rolling your eyes and drawing your eyes to your cup as you watched chris hand over his phone.

chris came back over and sat back down next to you, showing his screen. “wow, nice one” you said monotone, taking a sip of your drink. chris looked at you with a confused smile, putting his phone in his pocket. “seriously, congrats”

“what?” chris asked and you looked at him, shaking your head. “she’s nice, i like her. if you talked to her you’d think the same. but.. i think she’s got a secret side to her” he said softly and leaned in, his tipsy eyes catching yours. “at first, she was nice. very sweet girl. then she started to make these comments. she may seem like lollipops and rainbows.. but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips” he bit his lip and you smile, laughing in his face.

“oh my god, did you just say that out loud?” you laughed and he backed away. “chris, that girl is vanilla. she’s got no latex skill unless it’s a balloon”

“oh yeah, how would you know?” he pushed your shoulder and you side eyed him, tilting your head to the side and downing your drink. you grabbed chris’s shirt, pulling his face close to yours.

“we’re going to my place. i’ll let you crash on my couch” you smile, chris nodding slowly and following you like a lost puppy out the bar doors and to your car. he plopped himself in your passenger seat, looking over at you as you started the car, and he wondered what you had planned up your sleeve as you drove without once looking over at him.

you unlocked your front door and you and chris stepped inside, your cool ac house feeling so nice from the warm summer night. you looked back as chris and held out your hand, chris looking at your hand and then at you with a curious smirk playing on his lips. he slapped his hand into your palm, and you took him upstairs to your bedroom.

chris sat on the edge of your bed, watching as you opened your closet doors. you took a breath and spun on your heels, chuckling as you let out a breath. “i’ve only showed about 3 people what i’m about to show you. and if you don’t want to see it anymore, i understand”

“what, you’re not a serial killer, are you?” chris joked and you pulled out your cardboard box, setting it next to chris. his eyes followed the box, his fingers pulling it up and widening his eyes as he saw the contents. chris took out the tassel whip, running it over his fingers. “yn.. this is..” his sentenced trailed off and your stomach churned as you waited for his response. “this is so hot”

you smirk, picking up your head. “yeah? do you.. wanna try them out? you can say no”

“fuck yes” you smiled and stood in between his legs, kissing him slowly. the whip fell on the bed next to chris as his large hands cupped your ass. he pulled you forward and you pulled away, shaking your head. “you are mine, chris” you whisper, pulling his shirt up and picking up the whip. you run the leather tassel over his chest and on his back, smacking it onto his stomach softly. “get naked, chris. i want you laying on the bed” he nodded and stood up, pulling off his jeans and boxers. you smacked the whip against his thighs, smirking as you heard a whimper.

chris listened and laid against the pillows, and you moved the box to your desk. you grabbed the vibrator taking off your shoes. “safe word system is red, yellow and green. understand?” he nods and you hit his stomach with the tassels, chris jumping slightly. “words, pet”

“y-yes yn” you smile and turned on the vibrator, pressing it under his cock. chris gasped and trembled, closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan as the new pleasure. “yn, y-your mouth”

“my mouth, what about it? you want it on your cock, chris?” he nodded desperately, making you laugh in his face. “you have to work for that, pet. how are you feeling?”

“green” he moaned out, his cock twitching and his pre cum dripped down his shaft. you moved the vibrator down slowly, chris humming as the new wave of pleasure rushed through him, leaving a funny feeling at the pit of his stomach. “holy fuck” you wrapped your hand around chris’s cock and you pumped him slowly, the vibrator moving up and down at an awfully slow pace. “please.. please fuck me”

“you sound pathetic, chris. do you think that girl from the bar could make you tremble like this? having you begging like i do?” your mouth kissed along the bottom of his stomach, chris moving his hips up.

“no, o-only you, holy fuck” he trembled and you pulled the vibrator away, chris letting out a whine. he grabbed your hand and you looked at him, pulling it away and grabbing the handcuffs. you secure them behind his back and rolled him back over, sitting on his thighs after taking off your clothes.

your hands wrapped around his cock again, the pad of your index finger slowly rubbing around the tip. you smile and look at chris, his face flushed and lip trembling as he needed you. you grabbed the vibrator again, pressing it to your clit and shivering.

“please, yn. can i at least taste you?” he asked quietly and you let out a small chuckle, leaving the vibrator against his cock as you straddled his face. “thank you” he moaned before flicking his tongue against your clit. you let out a sigh, running your fingers through his already messy hair as you moved your hips. chris moaned against you, making you shiver.

chris's hands gripped the seats underneath him as he drank in every ounce of you. his tongue left no place untouched, and he whimpered as you gripped his hair. you pulled away and sat back on his thighs, his beard glistening with your juices.

"how bad do you want me, chris? how bad do you want your cock buried in me?" you smirk and he bit his lip softly, watching as you rubbed up and down his chest and stomach slowly.

"so bad, yn, please, i want you so bad. i want to fuck you so fucking bad, yn, please"

"spit" you held your hand to his mouth and he did, watching you closely as you stroked his cock. you held it as you sank down slowly, pulling your hips up and teasing his tip. chris uttered 'please' over and over and moaned as you sat down all the way. "fucking shit, chris" you whispered and pressed your hand against his chest, the other holding a vibrator against your clit, chris feeling it as well.

you moved your hips slowly, you and chris moaning as the pleasure washes over the both of you. you leaned forward and kissed chris slowly, chris thrusting his hips into you. you gasp softly as his thrusts hit your g-spot, holding his chin and biting his lip.

"you like my cock, yn?" he grunted and you nod, chris's tongue tickling the roof of your mouth as you opened it to moan. your hand moved to his throat, digging your nails slightly into his skin.

"you're the one handcuffed here, i don't know why you're talking to me like that" he tugged on the handcuffs and you smirked, pulling him out of you. you helped chris sit up and he knelt on the bed, and you bent over in front of him. you guided his cock into you again and you turned off the vibrator, throwing it on the rug. "be a good boy and fuck me hard, chris"

"could you take off the handcuffs? i promise i'll make you cum so hard you see stars" chris panted and you smiled, unlocking the cuffs and chris threw them to the side, gripping your hips and pounding his hips into yours.

the bed rocked against the wall you were sure the headboard was putting holes in the wall. your nails scraped up chris's thigh, chris flipping you over onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

"yes chris, fuck, right there, holy shit. such a good listener" he smiled and kissed you sloppily, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths. his fingers rubbed your clit fast, your eyes rolling as wave of pleasure rushed through your stomach. "make me cum, chris, make me cum all over your cock" you mumbled into his mouth, chris nodding and picking up the pace of his hips, repeatedly hitting you g-spot. "fuck" your back arched and you pressed your chest against his, trembling as you came around him, chris not stopping as he brought himself to an orgasm.

chris pulled out and you stroked his cock, chris whimpering and letting out a moan as his cum painted your stomach and breasts. you both sigh contently, chris kissed you and grabbed some tissues from the box on your nightstand, wiping you clean and throwing it away.

you and chris laid down against the pillows, chris grunting. he pulled the tassel whip out from under his butt, making the both of you laugh. chris threw it into the box and looked at you, brushing his thumb against your jaw. "so.. are we still friends?" you ask quietly and he laughs, nodding.

"more like friends with benefits, yn. where did you learn all of this shit?" he asked and you shrugged, scooting closer next to him. "well.. i would definitely like to learn more"

"maybe you can call that girl from the bar" you tease and he held your throat, making you look at him.

"i don't think she can make me feel as good like you just did, yln" you smirk and kiss him hungrily, chris pulling you on top of him again as your tongues pressed together, giggling into each other's mouths.

[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 24- Pegging with Chris Evans

1329 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: that's a fucking wet dream this fic. Like...i wish i could do that so bad ahaha, anyway. My inner whore sings that kinktober, hope you will enjoy it as much as i did while writing it.

Yes the gif i used..it's an excuse, because it always makes me feel things hehe.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: anal (pegging, male receiving), mention of oral (r receiving), praise kink, dom!reader (no name calling though), Chris is called a pretty boy and he wikes it. Two idiots in love, bff in love.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

“So, you’ve done it, multiples time”, he asks you with pink cheeks.

“Yes I did, Chris. Why?”

Well, the why is…he wants you to peg him.

You’re his best friend from…he can’t even remember, he just knows he can trust you and…fuck he’s not gonna lie, he always wanted to have you…more than just friend.

“I want to try.”

You laugh, not mocking, genuinely because you never thought the conversation was leading to this particular aspect of your sex life. Especially with your best friend, whom you had a big crush on for the past years.

“You want me to peg you?”

He nods and looks at you up down. “Yeah, I’ve…been thinking about it from some time now. Would you like to do it? You can say no, but I trust you with my life…”

“And your ass apparently”, you joke and you both laugh.

Three weeks later, Chris is stopping by your place. You are a bit…eager to be honest. You said yes, because you’ve dream of fucking America’s ass for some time now and even more since he asked you. You already have the strap on, under your sweats. He told you; he wanted you to have the complete control. He was submitting to you.

“Hey” he greets you with his deep voice.

“Hey, handsome. How was your trip?” you ask, but the look he gives make you understand…that he’s not here for small talk. And you understand it even more, when the door closed, and he slams you on the wall and kisses you hard.

“Fuck, I want to do that for years”, he groans. You can only gasp, when he massages your butt and kisses your neck. “Fuck, you smell and feel amazing Y/N”. You hold onto him, when he carries you to your room, when he realises you have the stap already, he bucks his hips against you. “You’re gonna fuck me, Y/N”. You can only nod and tugs on his hair.

He lays you on the bed and looks at you. “Can I take off your clothes?”

“Yes, you can Chris.” He does it slowly, gently, kissing every bit of skin that appears. Then he sees the strap and he moans.

“Oh my god, you look beautiful with it.” You smile and blush a little. Always feeling butterflies in your stomach when Chris is complimenting you. You sit and tug on his pants.

“Your turn. Get naked, ass up, I’m gonna prep you.” He takes less ceremony to strip. He slides his pants down with his boxers and his cock bounces freely. His big fat and hard cock that makes you salivate since he sends you the nude pic by mistakes.

“Was it really a mistake, Chris?” you ask him. He chuckles.

“Not really, was a drunk decision mainly…”. You sit up and kisses him. Fuck you’re already addicted to him. And so does he, he holds you tight and deepens the kiss, panting when he needs air. “Fuck, I’ve been jerking off on the thought of you fucking my ass for weeks now.” You smirk and stroke his chest.

“Did you play with your tight hole, like I told you?”, he blushes at your question, but nods to affirm he did it. “Good, now, lay back and I will take care of you, knees to your chest so I can see you little back hole, Chris”, you purr in his ear.

He lays back and holds his legs to his chest, exposing his ass. You rub his legs and puts your strap beside his cock. “Look at that, almost the same size. Fuck after I fuck you ass, you will have to fuck my pussy.” You both gasp at your revelation. You look at him, scared that he would say no.

“Your wishes are my commands, ma’am.” You kiss him and rubs your strap on his cock, making him moan. Then you grab the lube and puts some on your fingers to go tease him down there, he arches his back.

“So pretty, Chris, my pretty boy”. He blushes, getting flustered by your words. You smile and stroke his cheek, making him blush harder. “Nobody ever called you pretty boy?”. He shakes his head.

“Only my mom…” You kiss him tenderly, your finger pushes in his tight hole, making him squirm.

“Do you like when I call you my pretty boy?”, you purr against his temple. He nods and breathlessly say yes.

From then, you focus on his reaction when you start to thrust two fingers inside him, he looks straight into your eyes, the blue of them making you shiver from lust. The pupils are blown wide, and he rocks his hips in time with your fingers. “Ready for a third one pretty boy?”

“Yeessss, please, fuck me!”

“So polite”, you smile and add more lube to let your third fingers inside. He groans and looks at you, then at your strap and he holds it tight, stroking it. “Oh, my pretty boy is eager.” He’s flustered again, not able to get use to the nickname and the tone of your voice…why did he wait so long? “Two idiots in love maybe, Chris”, you reply, making him realises he said it out loud.

“I want your cock, now, please. I’m ready, I promise.” You nod and puts more lube on the strap and on his hole, before settling the fake cock at his entrance and you push in, slowly, looking at his face for discomfort. You find any, only relief and lust, he holds your hands that are on his legs, and he moans, a beautiful one, the one you make when a good cock enters your pussy.

“Fuck, look at you pretty boy, taking my cock so well… my good pretty boy” That praise makes him moan louder and he rocks his hips. A signal, you take, and you start to thrust in and out. He moans louder, bringing you down on him for a kiss, making you bottom out, when you feel your thighs against his ass, you moan in the kiss.

“Yes, fuck me, wrecked me, please!” chants Chris. He grabs your waist and gives you the pace he wants, you smile and do like he wishes, taking hold of his cock, your fingers not touching when they hold it. Your jerk him off on time with your hips and Chris’s eyes roll back, his mouth hangs open and a silence moan leave it.

“I’M GONNA CUM”, he screams after a while, you go harder, rolling your hips and you find his prostate, his cock jumping in your hand and his back arching hard. “Right here”, he pants. He wraps his hand around yours and helps you jerk him.

“Such a pretty boy, come on, cum all over you, make a big mess for me.” He moans, heaves, pants and then, he lets go. Cumming all over his chest, big fat rope painting his tummy and chest hair, some landing on his chin. You fuck him through his orgasm, and you feel your wetness pooling down your legs…you’ve never been so turned on while pegging someone.

He taps your arm gently, and you pull out slowly, massaging his legs and helping him stretch them, you lay beside him, and you hug him, licking the sperm on his chin and kissing him after, making him groan and holds the back of your head. You both open your eyes and smile at each other. “Not letting you go, I want this with you, and more. I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N.” You kiss him again.

“I want that too, Chris, so much.” He smiles and bites your lip.

“Your turn, young lady, let me taste that pussy.” You kneel on the bed to take the strap off, and when it’s done, he hoists you on his face. “Sit on my face, can’t feel my legs right now” You giggle, and moan when his tongue licks your wetness.

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[swtki]

Songs That Steve Rodgers Has On A Playlist

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps

So, when our boy got out of the ice - I thoroughly believe he got a Spotify premium account. And honestly, this is one of the few more "current" songs he likes. He loves the drums as well as the vocalist's dynamic voice. It's a chill song overall, so of course, Steve likes it.

The Cure - Just Like Heaven

Thank all that is holy for Spotify's algorithms and decades playlist. Steve decided that the way he would educate himself about the past 70 years was through pop culture- and while he wasn't thrilled with much of what the 1980s had to offer (in his usual fashion he butted heads with Tony on this one) he did like this song. Once again, bright happy sounds are the preference.

Pixies - Here Comes Your Man

I know it's not an oldie, but it gives him a sense of nostalgia. It's easy to dance to and it's catchy - while he may not be so fond of the Pixies this song is always an exception.

Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love

He got this one off the decade's playlist too - he really likes the steady beat as well as the harmonies in the chorus. Also, he probably went out to buy this album on vinyl.

Alvvays - Archie, Marry Me

This song came up on his recommended - it gave him nostalgia and a fluttery feeling in his chest. It makes him think of Peggy, and he loves thinking of her.

Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through The Grapevine

It is canon that this man loves Marvin Gaye. So, what explanation can I give that isn't inherent.

The Mamas & The Papas - Dream A Little Dream Of Me - With Introduction

Decades playlist! This one he also thinks of Peggy when he hears the song. There are few songs this man would dance to - and this is one of them

The Rolling Stones - Miss You - Remastered

Honestly, he loves the groove and the beat to it. The song is so catchy and he finds himself humming it throughout the day.

Bee Gees - More Than A Woman - From "Saturday Night Fever" Soundtrack

Steve Rodgers watched Saturday Night Fever ONE TIME and he has not known how to act since. No, but this song plays in his head when he walks down the street and feels good.

Stevie Wonder - Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing

The song is so different in comparison to a lot of the others - that's why he loves it. This is the first song he ever heard from Stevie Wonder - and it was a total gateway.

No Doubt - Don't Speak

He WILL tell you it's just a random song but he puts on a whole performance in the shower, the kitchen, the empty men's room -

The Rolling Stones - Angie

This is his "Peggy come back :(" depression night song.

Black Sabbath - Supernaut - 2014 Remaster

Quite literally the only hard rock song he likes. He is beyond entranced by the drums and guitar though.

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A/N: I may be doing more of these in the future heeheheehehe

[royalsweetteaa]

C.E. MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers masterlist

Ransom Drysdale masterlist

Johnny Storm masterlist

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Blurred lines - Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Drabbles

A wanted step - Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari wants you pregnant, but you have yet to have a talk about when you would stop taking your birth control pills.

Jake Jensen

Oneshots

Mama’s boy - sub!virgin!Jake Jensen x mommy!reader

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

(Idea by @whoore-for-stucky)

Hey, kitty kitty - Jake Jensen x reader

Summary: Jake comes home to a nice surprise from his kitty.

Bryce Langley

Oneshots

Just like animals - soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

His sunflower - stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

Drabbles

Perfect like that - Bryce Langley x gf!reader

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

Andy Barber

Oneshots

Daddy replacement - sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

Drabbles

You’re enough - Andy Barber x depressed!reader

Summary: Andy comforts you during your lowest.

COMMON ROOM

One-shots

(threesome/polygamy/love triangle relationship)

Clever compromises - Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Shameless ménage - dark!stepfather!Andy barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

HCs WITH THE CEVANS CHARACTERS

cevans characters & reaction to sudden affections

(Idea by @silelda )

cevans characters & calling them ‘pretty boy’

cevans characters & catching them crying

cevans characters & life after marriage

(Idea by @femefetalelevelingup )

ce characters & reaction to Y/N flinching

cevans characters & tier list of top/bottom/switch

cevans characters & catching them masturbating

cevans characters & size differences/size kink

cevans characters & reaction to reader teasing them

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & loosing your virginity to them

cevans characters & giving your first blowjob

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reader’s first time of using the safe word

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reacting to pregnancy/how they will act during pregnancy period

cevans characters & having a daughter

cevans characters & huge age gap relationship

◼️ DARK HC THEMES ◼️

cevans characters & ignoring the safe word

cevans characters & unhealthy/toxic/dark behaviors

cevans characters & taking virginity of innocent/naive reader

cevans characters & having you as their basement wife trope

AU MASTERLIST

Our little farm - Farm AU ft. Bull hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x reader & bull hybrid!Ari Levinson x reader

Collaboration with @imyourbratzdoll

[thinkingaboutevans]

✨ Porn links ✨

u Porn links that remind me of CEvans. Mainly CEvans and other characters i simp for,  whit this i visualising better whenever im reading smuts. English is not my first language, so im sorry if i wrote something wrong. 

Last update: 30 july 2023

C H R I S   E V A N S 

Rough sex with Chris  | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Tummy bulge�� 

Chris Evans is an ass man | 2 | 3 | 

Chris wants to be a daddy (breeding kink) 

overstimulation + squirmed 

Riding Chris`s cook 

You´re just a dumb slut for daddy | 2 | 3 | 4 (size kink) |

Natasha i s a needy sub teasing you | 2 | 3 | 4 | 

Fingering session | 2 |

S T E V E   R O G E R S 

Rough sex with mob!steve | 2 |

Sucking mommy tits (mommy kink) 

Daddy!Steve is punishing his little girl | 2 | 

Dark!Steve using u (cnc)  | 2 | 3 |

B U C K Y   +   S T E V E

dom!bucky throat fucking + dom!steve 

N A T A S H A   R O M A N O F F

Just 2 Girls having fun

P E T E R   P A R K E R 

Boyfriend!Peter using you | 2 | 3 | 

[cloudystevie]

Idk if you’re still taking request but can you do panty sniffing with Chris or his characters

pairing || mob boss! steve rogers x bratty! fem! reader

word count || 1852

warnings || steve is kinda dark, daddy kink, dom/sub, mafia activities, mentions of other cevans characters, mentions of exhibitionism, degradation/dumbification, slapping, spitting

18+ ONLY MINORS DNR, DNI. DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY STORIES ANYWHERE

im always taking requests!!! 🤍💖

It’s an obvious but pathetic attempt by you to get Steve’s attention.

Waking up with you sleeping soundly in his arms, the sunlight filtering through the stupidly expensive curtains and illuminating your face as he takes the time to drink in your every detail. The slight furrow between your brows and the rise and fall of your chest against his soothes him. It’s all so innocent and wholesome as it always starts off as. Until it isn’t.

Clearly you wake up with some devious plan, because when you sweetly smile up at his soft features you seem to already be constructing a plan which will surely result in a punishment. You kiss him and he kisses you back, whispering your sweet good mornings as you subtly grind against his bare torso, his cock stirring beneath his boxers. He’s about to flip you over and cage you in with his biceps when you decide to giggle and flutter off to the gorgeous ensuite, leaving Steve fully hard and fully distracted.

But Steve had many rats he needed to tend to today so he couldn’t get caught up in your bratty spell. The morning continued without a hiccup, his men greeting him as you fluttered around and kept yourself occupied as you did when Steve was working.

“Get him out of here.” Steve orders his men with a flick of his wrist, attention turning to his phone which you were currently messaging him on, and he’s greeted by pictures of you in the new tiny skirts and shirts and dresses you ordered for yourself sometime last week. His cock stirs again, as he focuses on a particular photo of you in a white crop top, hugging you tight and leaving nothing to the imagination with your nipples poking through the thin fabric, a pink mini skirt clinging to your hips and the curve of your ass making his brain slightly malfunction.

Princess: i think this one’s my favourite, Daddy :)) do you like it?

Eyes glued to his phone, he steps over the limp bodies of men, accepting the white cloth from his newest hire, Jake Jensen an expert with all things technology, to wipe his hands free of any residual blood as he walks out of the room, making his way to your shared bedroom where you were still trying on your shopping haul.

His strides are long as he easily covers the area to the master bedroom. As expected, he’s met with the sight of you in the middle of taking your skirt off, bent over with the perfect money shot of your bare, dripping pussy. You perk up when you hear him enter the room, knowing he was the only one allowed into the master bedroom besides you. Giggling, you gleefully walk over to him, at all his 6’5 stature with built shoulders and a wide chest, long legs and erection so obviously peeking through, and he was all yours.

Slinging your arms around his neck, he tries desperately to ignore the fact that you have nothing on except for a thin white tank top.

And your bare pussy is pressing against his jean clad thigh.

“I missed you Daddy, are you finished working today?” You ask sweetly, but the mischievousness in your expression certainly does not go unnoticed. No one knew you better than Steve did, you didn’t even know yourself as well as Steve did.

Ignoring you, he drawls, “You’re not gonna like how this ends princess.” And he can feel the shivers erupting on your sensitive body, but you maintain your smile, pressing kisses to his clenched jaw and strained neck, “Did you find the present I left you?”

Steve’s brows furrow at that, what were you talking about? His confusion is clearly etched onto his face because you giggle and tell him to check the back pocket of his jeans, burying your face in the space where his neck and shoulder meet. He does as you say, finding a bunched up scrap of fabric and you see his eyes literally darken when he realizes what it is.

Slowly you back away and sit down on the bed, waiting for his reaction at the sweet little present you decided to leave your Daddy while he was working! Clearly he didn’t notice when you slipped out of your panties just thirty minutes prior and placed them in his jeans for him to find later.

He inspected the pink cotton, bringing it to his nose and inhaling your scent, and you whimper when he storms over to you, shoving you down and panties now in his mouth as he sucks at the gusset, groaning at your taste on the fabric. You whine as his hands easily tear the thin fabric of your shirt completely exposing you. He bends down to take in the sight of your pussy, glistening in the sunlight as he spits out your panties, grumbling, “Little fucking slut, can’t ever fucking think when her pussy needs to be full.”

You mewl, chest heaving as you try to buck your hips up into his face, to no avail. “Please Daddy! Just wanted to leave you a present since you work so hard!”

Pulling your swollen folds apart with one hand, he swats your clit hard in quick successions and the searing pleasure makes you keen. You shamelessly hump his hand before he retracts, “Sending me pictures with those fucking scraps on, showing me these tits,” he grunts, roughly pinching your nipple before swatting it three times in a row and giving the same treatment to the other breast until tears are rolling down your cheeks.

“Walking around all day with your pussy out, you wanted me to fuck you in front of everyone? Hmm? Is that it? You wanna be a little free use cum rag? Are you dripping down your thighs for me or because you wanna be full everywhere, slut?”

You grasp his wrist, mind reeling at the idea of all of his men taking their turns with you. You had become familiar with Ari and Andy, as they worked the most closely with Steve but the mere idea of both of them, almost mirroring Steve’s stature, using you?

“Please Daddy! Please, I've been so wet all day. Need your cock! Need you to fill me up!”

Steve smirks, swiftly unbuckling his pants and pulling his dick out, leaking red and angry at the tip, veiny and thick and long and you need to have him in your mouth. “Don’t worry puppy, I’m gonna fill you up.” He covers his dick in your arousal, grunting and throwing his head back at your warmth engulfing him. You shiver and mewl when his cock fucks you, without actually fucking you. His tip traces down the length of you, poking at your tight hole and you moan in delight, “Tell me, dumb baby, who the fuck owns this pussy?”

“You do Daddy! You own me! Fuck me however you want please I’ll do anything!”

His forehead drops to yours, hand wrapping around your throat and cool rings pressing into the sensitive column of your neck. He laughs straight in your face, “Oh sweetie, you don’t need to give me permission, I’m gonna take this cunt whenever, wherever the fuck I want and you’re gonna be okay with it.” You moan and the lewd sound gets caught in your throat when he thrusts into you in one fluid thrust, filling you to the brim. He offers you not a second to adjust to him, immediately pounding you into the bed with his hand wrapped tight around your throat.

“Fucking prancing around in your tight little outfits, you like the way they look at you? Like you’re a piece of fuckin’ meat?”

You repeatedly nod your head, all the thoughts long fucked from your head as you hold onto him like you’re about to float away. You mindlessly babble and he cruelly laughs in your face, the rough denim grazing the backs of your thighs as he holds your legs up to your ears by your ankles, balls slapping viciously against your tighter hole and his pelvis slaps onto your clit. You can’t escape, no matter how much you squirm and scream and cry, Steve is gonna be there, pounding into you.

You don’t even realize him grabbing your panties which he previously threw away, thrusts slowing momentarily but still holding the same intensity, until he bunches up the fabric and rubs them all over your leaky cunt, covering them in your slick. You whine and clench at the messy playing on your pussy, and Steve resumes his pounding as he brings the panties up to his nose again, inhaling you and going nearly feral as he spits them out again, making them land on your stomach.

Then his hips are fucking straight into your sweet spot, your hands scramble to grasp anywhere you can when he spits right onto your pussy, the action so degrading it has a new wave of slick pooling out of you. Your mindless babbling continues and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue and he smirks before spitting in your mouth, “Don’t swallow pup, hold your mouth open, tongue out, just like that, good girl. Make a fucking mess and I’ll make you lick it clean, there you go.” He coos, watching his spit and your drool drip down your tongue as you pant, chest rising and falling erratically and pussy struggling to keep him in but clinging onto him regardless.

“Oh is my little bitch gonna cum? You gonna squirt all over me? Make a fucking mess? C’mon why don’t you scream and let them all hear you like a cheap whore.”

But before you have the chance to erupt his hand wraps around your throat, yanking you upwards and the new angle and his brute strength makes you cum immediately, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body jerks uncontrollably, squirting all over yourself and him, and your mind is somewhere far away, unable to hear his mean words as you let out choked sobs and moans. His hand lets go of your throat, swatting your cheek roughly as he thrusts deep inside of you, your hazy babbles egging him on as he fucks you into him and paints your walls with his cum, and the feeling alone is enough to have you cumming again, though you’re not entirely sure you stopped the first time.

He continues pounding into you until he decides you’ve been used enough, and he pulls out of you, cleaning himself of his own cum with your cotton panties. Your head falls as you whimper out his title, and he shushes you, “Put these on puppy, can’t be wasting any of my cum now can we?” But obviously he puts them on for you, as you just lay there and take what he gives you.

He pats your sensitive, covered pussy twice, smiling at the newfound differences of the pink tones and you laying there, dishevelled. “There we go, Daddy’s gonna take care of his stupid baby.”

[christowhore]

Relinquishing Control

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader

summary: after a few months of dating, you finally decide to open yourself up to Chris about your taboo sexual desires.

word count: 6.5k (got a little carried away)

warnings: !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!! self doubt, insecurities, SMUT, dom/sub dynamics, sub!chris, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), goddess kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, temperature play, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, use of cock ring, use of restraints, consensual slapping, slight dumbification, choking, dacryphilia, cream pie, cockwarming, fluff (at the end), rpf

notes: alright so uploading this fic was a mess, but after a bunch of trial and error we did it besties. also, THIS is the lingerie set that i tried to describe, just imagine it crotch less. btw i stand by it that cevans has a mommy kink you cannot change my mind.

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You looked over at Chris’s slumbering form. Head rested against the down feather pillow, lips slightly parted allowing the tiniest of snores to escape from it.

These past 8 months together with Chris have been magical. He was everything you needed and vice versa. Yes, there were contentions between the two of you that still needed to be worked out, but you decided to cross that bridge when you two got to it.

One thing that wasn’t a complication between the two of you was your sex life.

Chris was able to bring out sounds from your lips that you never knew were possible. The way he’d know exactly how to pull orgasms one right after the other from you.

He utilized every part of his being to pleasure you. From the rough pads of his fingers, his warm and wet tongue, to even the tight muscles of his defined quads that he made you grind down against. If part of him could bring you bliss, he took advantage of it.

Though you loved how much the man took control every time you’d get lost in the sheets, part of you wanted something different. You wanted to be able to fully take charge and be in control of Chris.

It’s not like you never took command of sex with him before. You’d get the rare chance of pinning his arms down to the sides of his face, interlocking your hands before riding him. But it only lasted a few moments before he flipped you over and pounded into you, a sort of reminder of who’s in charge.

Intercourse in your previous relationships went about the same. Them mainly being the dominant one while you stayed pliant and willing to their every demand. Though there were only two who let you manage the activities for the affair. Let you do anything to them, with their consent of course.

The first time you experienced it was on your twenty-first birthday. A man you had been occasionally sleeping with decided to surprise you for your special day. When you walked into his home that evening, you weren’t expecting to be greeted with a plethora of BDSM supplies. At first it scared you, you had used some of the items in front of you before, but the others looked like torture devices. But after talking it through with you, going through the rules you decided to take a shot at it. And once you did, for the first time in your life you realized what true power was. The ability to take a strong-willed man and turn him into a stupid, sputtering mess had sent a carnal desire to your soul.

That’s why when you moved out of your apartment and bought your first house five years ago, you invested in creating a ‘Red Room’ of your own nestled in the basement. The entrance was hidden behind a mirror, only accessible by a keypad with a five digit passcode. It was basically just a replica from the Fifty Shades of Grey movie. From whips and riding crops to paddles and floggers to much more. It was your own little slice of heaven, whenever the stress of your job got too much.

With previous partners, you shared the pleasures of this room with. But there were only a few from your last that you trusted enough to let them take full control over you, allowing them to have full access to the goodies that laid around.

But with the two submissives that you were graced with, you’d transform into your hidden dominatrix, controlling their every move, making them follow your every order. Your favorite part was hearing them beg. Whether it was to hear them beg for forgiveness or to give them permission to cum, you drank up their pleas til your heart's content.

You never brought it up with your boyfriend though. Trust wasn’t an issue when it came to the man, the only thing holding you back was how he might react to it all. You never thought he’d make fun of your desires, he made it clear early on in the relationship that he would never make you feel bad about any of your sexual inclinations. You just didn’t think he’d be into it, especially when you’d get into full character.

While you were wrestling with your own doubts, you didn’t realize that Chris had woken up and was watching you. He could tell something was rattling your mind by the way you nibbled on your bottom lip, a nervous tick of yours. a nervous tick of yours. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours, princess?” He questioned, immediately snapping you from your musing.

You opened your mouth to dismiss his concerns, but deciding that this was the best moment, you started forward. Looking deep into his eyes, “Do you trust me Christopher? Like completely?”

He immediately rose from his back, leaning against his right arm for support to give you his full attention. “Of course I do baby, where is this coming from?”

Playing with a loose string coming from your pillow case, you looked up at him. “Nothing, it's just… I want you to first and foremost know that I love our sex life. You are very skilled in everything you do and I couldn’t ask for a better partner. I was just wondering if we could try something new later this evening.”

A smirk instantly found his face. “Woke up and immediately started thinking of my cock, huh? I see someone’s already hooked,” he states, humor evident in his voice.

You push the man on his back to go straddle him and playfully slap his chest, causing a deep chuckle to leave his mouth.

“You are so irritating, you know that Evans.” Though you weren’t offended by his comment, part of you started to suddenly have self-doubts.

He could sense something was plaguing you, so he sat up, pulling you close to him and started rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry,” he states remorsefully, “We can try whatever it is you want to do. I trust you with my life.”

A giant grin from ear to ear graced your face. You went and held him in your arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck. His natural musk easily calming your nerves.

“Well we’re both busy today, you with ASP interviews and me with grading coursework. But meet me back here tonight, okay?”

“Okay princess, can I get just a hint of what it is though?” he questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.

“No,” you begin, “But I will say make sure to eat. Not a full meal, just something to hold you over, you’re gonna need the energy. Trust me.”

A sudden growl erupted from Chris’s chest, and you were suddenly flipped over on your back with him hovering over you like you were his prey. He kissed you softly on your lips, “Your wish is my command.”

Getting lost in his taste, you begin to think about what you have planned and how much his last statement was going to be a testimony of the evening you’d share together.

After getting ready for the day, Chris pecked you on the lips, left your place and headed back to his Sudbury home to finish his tasks required of him that afternoon.

The two of you were completely restless, but forcompletely different reasons.

You were restless due to being nervous that the entire evening might scare him. He’d take one look into your sex room, hear what'd you'd ask of him and run for the hills. Though the two of you had used toys and restraints in the bedroom, they were exclusively used on you, never the other way around.

Chris was restless due to excitement flooding his veins. You two had a very adventurous sex life. Partaking in complex positions as well as trying out various role play characters. But the way you were looking at him this morning had him itching for his work day to end so he can head back to you.

What new escapade could you have in mind that would make you question his trust in you? How sinful could it have been for you to keep it from him for so long? His mind was riddled with these questions all through the day, making the hairs on his neck stand up in anticipation.

Chris was responding to the last of his emails for the day when he got a ping on his phone. Picking up the device, a smile came across his face when he saw the text message from you.

(Y/N): Be here by 9. I'll be waiting for you… x

He could feel blood starting to rush south. Endless possibilities flooded his mind about what was going to transpire when he got to you.

Wanting to make himself more presentable, he hopped in the shower to freshen up. Once he stepped out and went and got dressed, Chris applied a few spritz of your favorite cologne of his. He knew once he got near you, notes of lavender, mint and vanilla would fill your senses, which he knew always drove you wild.

Since Scott was staying with him, he let his younger brother know that he was heading out and to make sure to walk Dodger when he got the chance. Grabbing his keys and saying goodbye to the pup, he got in his car and raced over to you.

After a twenty-five minute drive, he finally made it back to your house. Using the key you'd given a few weeks prior, he entered your home in search of you.

“I’m in the kitchen,” you state once you hear your front door open and close. You stood in the kitchen, a glass of bourbon on the rocks in your hand.

Once Chris entered the kitchen and laid eyes on you, he stopped in his tracks. Nothing could've prepared him for the sight in front of him.

Deciding that since you were going to be taking charge tonight you decided to look the part. You wore a sheer, black, and crotch less catsuit that hugged your figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. Adorning your body, you paired the suit with a full body leather harness that included thigh garters and was accessorized with gold buckles and chains, adding to the allure. The straps of the harness were designed to mold around your breast, accentuating the fullness of them. Finishing off the outfit with a pair of black red bottoms and painting your lips a vibrant cherry red, you knew the sight of yourself would make any man stop and stare in awe.

Chris felt like he could cum on the spot by your appearance alone. His cock was stiff and starting to become painful with how it was straining against his jeans.

Before he could utter some semblance of a sentence, you sauntered over to him, making sure to sway your hips just the right amount to entice him even more.

“Before we begin, I just want to make one thing perfectly clear.” You slowly circle around him, watching his chest dramatically rise and fall at your words. “I know you're used to holding the reins, but tonight I’m in charge. The only name you're allowed to address me as is Goddess. Do I make myself clear?”

You weren't even touching him and yet your words alone made him whimper. Swallowing harshly, he looks at you, the blue in his eyes practically nonexistent due to lust expanding his pupils.

Raising your eyebrow, you waited for a response. Once you heard a meek, “Yes Goddess” from your boyfriend, you smiled.

“Good boy, now follow me.”

Chris softly gasped at the praise you sent his way. Part of him was confused that such a statement could make him become harder than he already was, but he also wanted to hear you utter those words some more.

Turning around, you made your way to the stairs with Chris in tow. He admired the way the globes of your ass jiggled with every step, how your hips sashayed back and forth, locking him in a trance. He was so hypnotized that he didn't realize that he made it downstairs until you swirled around to face him.

You brought him towards your hidden door mirror where you saw he had a questioning look on his face. Grabbing his hand and directing his attention to the hidden keypad along the side of the frame, you ordered him to type in the secret code. “6-4-2-0-9”

After typing in the digits, he was met with an unlocking sound and the framed mirror separating itself from the wall.

It was at that moment that Chris knew what was awaiting him. He always knew how kinky you were, but he never suspected you were that kinky.

You pulled open the door and walked into your self made Red Room. Looking back at Chris entering, you watched his eyes light up with childlike wonder.

“I’ll let you take a look around before we begin,” you state, taking a seat and watching the brunette explore the area.

To say Chris was speechless would be a lie. Though he wasn't able to utter a single word, his mind was going a mile a minute.

The first thing he noticed when entering the room was the smell. You had lit a few candles that were a personal favorite of his causing the scent of salted caramel and vanilla to waft around him. The same candles that stimulated his senses when he first met you.

He tried to take in everything in the room. Going over to a rack in the far left corner, he ran his finger across an array of toys and accessories. He felt the various leather torture devices across his finger tips.

Next to the accessory rack was the bed. A king sized bed covered in maroon silk sheets. The bed posts had restraint handles installed into them. What instantly made his cock throb was when he looked above the mattress and saw a mirror, reflecting his flustered face back at him.

Moving across the space he went to the far right that held up a St. Andrews style cross, the shackles that were attached were unlocked and looked ready for use.

Next to that was a leather bondage horse. Chris started to envision the ways he'd use you on it. Your handcuffed wrists and ankles tied to the respected handles while he rutted deep into your body like you were just a sex doll, that was his and his alone to play with had him leaking precum through his boxers and staining his jeans.

Now what truly had him aroused beyond belief was the suspension board in the back right corner. It hung from the ceiling, the perfect height for him to tie you up against and swing you back and forth on his dick.

When he turned back to you, he saw you nursing your glass of liquor. Surrounding you against the back wall were various coils of shibari rope, ranging in colors and varying in thickness.

Being at a loss for words, Chris stepped in front of you and looked at you like he was staring at your soul. It dawned on you that he was ready to begin and was waiting for instructions.

“So before we begin, do you have any hard limits?” you questioned.

“I don't know what that is (Y/N)?”

An irritated sigh left your lips, not at his lack of knowledge but for not following the first rule you delivered to him.

“I'm going to let the first one slide,” you begin still seated where you were, “but anytime I ask you a question, I expect you to end your response with my appropriate title. Otherwise a punishment, a slap across the face will be delivered to you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Good boy, I knew you'd catch on quick.” The quick praise had him breathless yet again. “Now a hard limit is something that you absolutely don’t want done to you or be involved in. So, can you think of any?”

“No Goddess.”

“Alright, if something does come up you immediately let me know, okay baby?” Chris nodded along to your question. “And we’ll also follow the color system: green means keep going, yellow means slow down or softer, and red is full stop. Got it?”

“Of course Goddess.”

You instantly smiled up at the man from your chair. “Good, are you ready to begin?”

Chris stood in front of you, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Take off your sweater,” you ordered him.

He quickly peeled off the fabric covering his torso. You admired his lean body and all the tattoos that decorated his figure. He tried to start unbuckling his belt but you raised your leg and stopped him with the outer sole of your heel, pressing it onto his bulge.

“Patience. I wanna look at you some more.”

Chris started to get anxious under your heated gaze. He never felt so vulnerable before in his life, but there was a tiny part hidden deep inside that was getting a thrill out of it. The idea of being under your control, answering every single one of your commands, had him whimpering at the thought.

When you finally had enough of admiring his broad chest, you commanded him to remove his shoes and socks, his belt, then lastly his jeans, leaving him just in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. You could make out the outline of his hard cock that was currently testing the elasticity of his drawers.

Curling your index finger to beckon him closer, he stepped in front, only inches away from your face. You dipped the digit into the front of his briefs slowly dragging the item down his thighs until it fell to a pool at his feet. His cock, red and hungry, sprung out and slapped up against his torso, the sound making your mouth water. Dribbles of precum leaked out from his slit and got caught by the wisps of body hair on his stomach.

“Touch yourself, nice and slow for me baby.” Your sultry tone was enough motivation for him to start tugging at his length.

He jerked himself off, one hand gliding up his length, collecting precum to lubricate his shaft. The other hand fondling his balls, the spheres rolling in between his digits. Chris was in pure ecstasy. His breath coming out in pants, a blush crept up his neck and tinted his cheeks. His lips red and swollen from biting down on them, trying to contain the copious amounts of desire seeping out of him. He looked ethereal. Like a living breathing statue carved out of marble that was delivered to you from Ancient Greece. The image of him in pure bliss had been burned into your memory.

Chris was close, you could both tell. Standing up, you quickly go and grab at his wrists, bringing a halt to his actions just as he was about to erupt. An audible groan came out of him like a petulant child. A look of annoyance started to preview his features but one look at your intimidating demeanor had him remembering who was in charge, so he fought back the frustrations brewing in him and looked at you, waiting for your next command.

At this point in the evening, you were genuinely surprised with how well he was handling the sudden submissive role thrust upon him. You realized he was ready for the next part of your planned sexcapades.

“Get on the bed, lay on your back and extend your arms and legs out.”

He made haste towards the mattress, lying on his back and staring at his reflection in the overhead mirror. Chris looked like a sight out of an erotic film. Sweat had already begun to shine across his skin. A blush had spread up his neck and flooded his cheeks. A few wisps of hair stuck to his forehead. He looked absolutely fucked out and it was only the beginning of the night.

The feel of your soft touch against his wrists brought him out of his observational thoughts. Looking over he saw you attach a metal cuff to his wrist, tightly securing it. You made your way and secured his other wrist, as well as his ankles in the same manner.

Taking a step back to look at your masterpiece, you admired the intimate position you had Chris in and softly smiled to yourself.

“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.” The sultriness in your voice dropped off your tongue like venom.

Chris didn't know what to do but nod along to your remark.

Without another word you made your way to the dresser situated on your left. Opening up the top drawer, you pulled out a silk black blindfold and waved it out for him. You couldn't miss the way his eyes slightly bulged out at the piece of cloth.

Sauntering over to him, you looked into his eyes for any sign of trepidation. “Red, yellow or green for the blindfold?”

“Green, Goddess,” he panted out.

With the securing of the blindfold, Chris was plunged into darkness. Two out of his five senses were being restricted, but that only made his others heightened. Though he could not see where you were, he could still make out your location by the click of your heels against the floor.

You went back over to where you were previously seated and picked up the glass of bourbon you were sipping on before. Making your way back to the tied up man, you climbed up on the bed and straddled him. The opening of your catsuit that revealed your dripping cunt made contact with the underside of his shaft. An elicit moan left him once again at the sudden stimulation.

Lifting the cup, you opened up your mouth but didn't swallow the liquor, letting it pool in your mouth. You tapped Chris’ lips, a gesture for him to open up. When he complied, you bent down and spilled the cooled alcohol into his mouth, desperate for some form of relief for the heat spread across his body.

“Thank you Goddess,” he moaned out, causing you to smile.

You stuck your fingers into the glass and retrieved an ice cube and popped it into your mouth, letting it partially stick out of your lips and lowered yourself till you were centimeters with his neck.

The second the ice connected with his skin he hissed in satisfaction. Feeding off of his response, you trailed the cube down his body, leaving a trail of water in your path. You circled the ice around his chest, teasing his nipples and causing them to stiffen up. With the ice cube still in your mouth, you attached your tongue to the soft muscle and sucked. Chris couldn't control the wanton moans leaving himself. “Oh fuck, f-fuck please don’t stop Goddess.”

The combination of the coldness of the ice and warmth of your mouth had him in a daze. It was only heightened due to the sensory deprivation he was experiencing.

You continued with your ministrations until you were out of ice and the man beneath you was out of breath.

Climbing off the man, you set the glass down and made your back to the drawer. Reaching in, you grasped onto the silicone cock ring. You were unsure of using it at first but with one look at his cock and seeing how it was starting to turn purple due to lack of release, you knew it was needed.

You went to lift your boyfriend's blindfold and produced the toy for him.

“I don't think you've ever used one of these before,” you began, still twirling the contraption around, “so it's up to you. Cock ring. Red, yellow, or green.”

Chris sat there for a moment, pondering his choices. It's true, he'd never used on in his past sexual encounters, but with how much pleasure you have already brought him in the short amount of time that passed, he knew that whatever you had planned would most likely benefit him. “Green. You can use it, Goddess.”

With his permission, you went ahead and placed the ring around the base of penis and tugged his balls through, using his precum as a lube for easy application.

Checking the band, you made sure it wasn't painful for the man. You went to remove your heels before lying on the bed to his left and started to stroke him off. You went with languid movements, slowly fondling him.

Chris was tugging at the restraints, the metal digging into his skin leaving red marks in its wake. Groans left him like a curated symphony.

You shifted to where you were straddling his left leg, he could feel your warmth against his shin. Grasping the base of his cock you placed it in your mouth, tastebuds bursting at the flavor of his precum on your tongue.

Chris didn’t need to see what wonders you were performing on him, he could feel the warmth of your tongue and the bob of your head.

The velvety feel of his cock in your mouth was like heaven. You alternated between sucking on his tip to lapping up his balls. Your hands stayed busy by jacking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

The vein on the underside of his shaft was beginning to throb. Even though the cock ring was in place for the past five minutes, he had been painfully hard ever since he walked into your house. He was on the precipice of an orgasm, his cum making its way past the circular device, threatening to come out.

Noticing his release about to make way, you pulled your hands and mouth away, delaying him once again.

Chris was becoming delirious with desire. The one thing he wanted the most, you weren’t giving to him.

Groaning, he pleaded out to you, “Please, Goddess. Please just let me cum. I need to cum!” The last part comes out louder than he intended, making you chuckle.

“Not yet sweetheart. You’ll cum when I decide to let you.”

His manhood twitched and danced against his stomach. He was a mess, but he wasn’t exactly where you needed him to be. So you decided to continue to edge him.

Crawling back on top, you hovered over his cock and proceeded to grind on top of it, making it slick with your essence. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of his head coming in contact with your clit. “Oh fuck baby, you make me feel so good,” you panted out. Being so busy with driving him up the walls you weren’t paying any attention to your own stimulus.

You continued to buck your hips in a steady motion, chasing your high. His pulsating dorsal vein aiding you in your conquest. Chris could feel you getting yourself off and heard your shrieks of desire when you came. His manhood was covered in your juices. The fact that you were on top of your restrained boyfriend, while you used him as if he were just a warm sex toy for you to play with was what brought you over the edge.

In the deep recesses of his mind, Chris thought about the situation that was unfolding. He always was the one calling the shots, bending women at his will. But at this moment, he just felt used. He felt like property. And he was actually liking it. Yes, part of you was treating him like just a living breathing dildo, but you were also taking care of him. Making sure he was safe and comfortable. In this moment, he didn’t think there was a time he was more in love with you until now.

Gripping his cock on top and rising on your knees, you position his member so that you could slowly sink down on him. Even though it’s been months since you started dating, you still couldn’t get used to the burn that came from him entering you. It was a delicious sensation that formed a sense of carnal want in you. The slick of your cum aided you when going down. When you were finally seated, you felt him press against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck!” You both moaned out in relief.

Shifting yourself in a more comfortable position, you proceeded to grind down on the man. Rocking your hips back and forth, feeling yourself tightening around him. You kept on bucking yourself on him, maintaining a steady rhythm. His groans of desire fueled your motions while you chased your own release.

With the aid of the blindfold, all he could focus on was the feel of you. He could feel your cunt squeezing him, desperate for him to not escape your heat. Chris knew you were close, and with that tightness of your pussy it was helping him reach his own peak, that he was desperate to achieve.

He could feel and hear you cum around him. Your wanton moan rang in his ear while your cunt squirted out your juices, soaking him. Chris was near release, his cum bypassing the restrictive band and making its way to the tip of his cock when, yet again, you remove yourself from him.

Being edged for the third time, Chris had moved past flustered and became frustrated. He grasped onto the links of the chains on his wrists and pulled, desperate to get out of his confines.

“(Y/N), get me the fuck out of things or you’re going to regret it!”

Chris wasn’t prepared for your next actions due to his eyesight being restricted, but he felt the sting on his left cheek.

“Stupid fucking baby. Can’t even listen to simple directions. What did I order you to address me as?” You lowered yourself down to his face, your breath spread across his face while you waited for his response.

He calmed himself down, utilizing a breathing technique of his, before responding. “I’m sorry Goddess. I just really need to cum.”

You chuckled at his response, “Oh you don’t need to do anything,” you dragged your hand up his chest until your hand met his neck, squeezing the sides. Not hard enough to fully choke him, just enough to grab his attention.

“You’re stupid self needs to understand this,” you whispered in his ear, “I am in charge, you’ll cum when I allow it. You understand me?”

Chris nodded along to your statement, “Yes, I’m sorry Goddess. Won’t happen again.”

Smiling down at the man, you brushed away his sweat matted hair on his forehead where you placed a soft kiss.

You thought about the next words you wanted to say, but were feeling unsure. You didn’t think Chris would be into it, but viewing it from a psychological standpoint it seemed like the right choice.

“It’s okay baby,” you muttered, “Just sit back and let mommy take care of you.”

The sudden gasp and the way his face got even more red made you smile.

Chris was battling his thoughts on how to feel about the new title you crowned yourself with. He obviously wasn’t thinking about it from a familial aspect, but more of a nurturing one.

You were always there for him, always looking out for his best interests even in this moment.

He felt safe around you at all times, and all he wanted to do was to keep making you proud. So it was a somewhat shock to the both of you by the sentence that left his lips.

“Please mommy. Just make me feel good. I’ll do anything.”

Chris was met with silence. Part of him thought that it was because of what he uttered, the other was due to the fact that he didn’t address you as ‘Goddess’.

He was about to correct himself when he felt your lips connect with his. This kiss was full of passion, it was as if time stood still and it was just you two in the moment, savoring each other’s taste.

When you pulled away, you went to retrieve his cock once more, positioning it for re-entry.

“If you continue to behave for me,” you stated while descending down his dick, “And be a good boy for me, I’ll let you cum, okay?”

Chris didn’t even hesitate once he heard those angelic words. “Yes mommy, please I’ll be such a good boy for you.”

You shifted yourself to where you were raised on your feet. Placing your hands on the expanse of his slick chest and utilizing your knees, you proceeded to bounce on the man underneath you.

Sounds of your delirious moans and sweaty bodies slapping together filled the room. You bounced on the man like there was no tomorrow, both chasing a high you were so desperate to achieve.

Reaching over, you lifted the silk off of Chris’ eyes. Light flooded his senses and he was met with the glorious sight of you riding him. Your face contoured with pleasure, your tits bouncing behind the material of your sheer catsuit, and the view of his dick being swallowed by your warmth. He was in a daze.

You continued to ride him while you reached behind you to press the safety release button on the restraints holding his ankles in place. With his ankles now free he didn’t hesitate to raise his knees and plant his feet on the mattress. With the new found freedom, Chris proceeded to buck into you.

The force of his hips jolted you forward, though you were able to catch yourself with your palms on either side of his face.

“I thought you agreed to be a good boy for Mommy. Were you lying to me?”

Your comment had the man halting his actions. All that flooded his mind was pleasing you, doing a good job and making you proud of him. So he regained his composure and looked up at you, and that’s when you saw tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He was so desperate for a release that his emotions were going haywire.

A sick part of you got even wetter seeing his teary eyed face. The blue in his eyes seemed to pop, his lash line turning a slight red, as was his nose which somewhat reminded you of Rudolph. His lips, red and swollen, started to quiver.

“I’m sorry mommy.” He was pleading to you, his sniffles filled the air. “I’ll do anything, please just let me cum.”

You were starting to feel bad for him so you decided to finally let him have his fun. Unlatching the bands on his wrists and freeing him, you were waiting for his sudden attack but it never came. Looking down you were met with the look of a man that was utterly wrapped around your finger. With his cock still planted inside of you, you knew how needy he was for you.

You lowered yourself down once more and spoke the words he’s been wanting to hear all evening. “Since you were such a good boy for me, how about you take charge and fuck me how you want.”

Chris barely even let you finish the sentence before rising up and pushing you on your back, burying his cock deep inside of you.

He proceeded to fuck with zero sense of restraint. Animalistic grunts left him while he pummeled inside of you. Though you were being fucked to an inch of your life, you were still in charge. You knew if you wanted to, all you would have to say was ‘stop’ and he would, but you were so by hungry to cum yourself that you ignored the need to torture him some more.

“What a good boy you are for me,” you breathed out between moans.

Chris continued to rut into you, all that left him was chants of ‘I’m a good boy’ over and over again. He could feel himself tipping over the edge.

“Mommy’s so proud of you, I love you so much.”

That one sentence was all it took for him to spill into you. The release of pressure that was lifted off of him and the sweetness of your voice cause him to pass out on top of you. Though he was unconscious, his balls proceeded to pump up his essence into your channel. The feel of his cum shooting into you, coating your walls, had you cumming around him.

You could tell how much of a toll his body had gone through due to your activities so you stroked his back as he drifted off to slumber. Before he was fully asleep, you maneuvered yourself so that you tugged his shaft out from you and removed the cock ring. Since he was still hard, you pushed him back inside of you, missing his warmth.

The two of you layed there, him in your arms while you caressed him, you both experiencing the pleasures of pure bliss.

It was about thirty minutes when Chris woke up from his orgasm-induced slumber. He was still in a daze but he recognized where he was when he felt your warm fingertips dance along his back while you hummed a tune.

Raising his head, he looked up at you with a dopey smile. “Hi there,” his voice sounded hoarse due to the strain it was put under.

“Hey there sleepy head.”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, just savoring your beauty.

“Do you want to take a bath?” You asked the man, watching as he nodded along to your question.

Chris removed himself from you while you carefully sat up, watching as his cum dropped out from you.

After making your way to the attached bathroom and running a bubble bath, the two of you sunk into the water. Your back rested against the tub while he sat against your front.

Chris felt you rub along his body, scrubbing the soapy water across his arms and chest, finally resting your hands on his shoulders. You began to rub the taut muscles, hoping to grant him some reprieve from the strain that they were put though just moments before.

Silence hung over you two, though it was comforting. Just two lovers enjoying the others embrace.

You could tell he was pondering what to say about the events that occurred so you decided to ease his state of mind.

“We can talk about it in the morning if you’d like,” you stated, easing his worries, "just sit back and relax." And with that he simply melted into your touch.

This morning you were a jittery mess, unsure of acting out on your desires to the man you loved. But after this evening, you realized that you had nothing to worry about. Chris thought the world of you, and you him.

As you laid there, the water warming you two up, you thought about how lucky you were. You were able to find a man who loved every part of you, even the part that you had hidden. He made you feel safe and content, allowing you to be your true self. Realizing then that there was no one else you’d rather be spending this moment with, than with him.

A/N: had my sex playlist, specifically untitled by d'angelo, on repeat when writing this.

& with everything i went through when posting this i really hope this doesn't flop

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

hello i am back as much as i love subby sebastian (subastian???) i am equally obsessed with the concept of seb using chris as a human dildo and using him to get off

👀👀👀

I-

I'm not sure I can properly answer this because I love sub!Seb (subastian yeah!) so much plus at the same time I'm like *this* close to Losing It over the idea of Sebastian getting tipsy, suddenly no longer embarrased and reserved, or feeling himself so much that he just- throws Chris back and Takes what he wants from him.

Chris would- 🥴

Chris wouldn't know what to do with himself. Literally mouth agape, drooling, and unable to believe his fucking luck. His life. Just look at Sebastian, one hand on his chest for balance, the other on his own cock, stroking himself wildly while his hips work up and down over his cock, moaning with his head thrown back, crying, "Chris- Chris, Chris!" as he chases another orgasm. Anything he wants, he can have.

Yeah.

Chris wouldn't last a goddamn minute.

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[alltooreid]

hey! congrats on 300!! i was wondering, if it’s okay, could you do prompt 36, all i ask is that it’s fluffy and with a she/her reader? if not it’s totally cool!! thanks and congrats again ✨✨

thank you! i hope you like this :)

Prompt: #36: “your laugh is the best sound i have ever heard”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: .9k

Content Warnings: None! (I think, please let me know if I’m missing something!)

“Emily! Are you doing anything tonight?” Spencer walked faster to catch up to Emily as she was leaving the BAU. “They’re doing a midnight showing of The Cameraman’s Revenge at the library tonight, it’s one of the most groundbreaking animation films ever made, and since it has Russian origins I was wondering if you wanted to go see it with me.”

“Sorry Spencer, I’m exhausted and need to go feed Sergio. But I’m sure it has English subtitles, you should ask Morgan or JJ to go with you,” Emily said as she entered the elevator.

“Well actually it’s a silent film so it doesn’t-” at that point Spencer stopped, as the elevator doors had already closed, and he didn’t really think Emily was listening to him while they were open anyway. 

The truth was Spencer had already asked Morgan and JJ, he was hoping he could make it a group activity but no one wanted to go with him. He was about to try his luck with Penelope and had made his way to her office when her door opened, and her and Kevin walked out. 

“Oh hey Spencer! Did you need something? Me and Kevin were about to go get a drink but I can turn my stuff back on if you need me.”

“Honey we already had to cancel our reservations, this place is going to close soon,” Kevin said.

“Oh nonsense, there are other restaurants Kevin,” she bickered back. “Now what’s up 187?”

“It’s nothing actually, it can wait till tomorrow. Um, you guys have fun,” Spencer quickly replied before turning on his heels.

“Wait! Are you doing anything tonight Spencer? You should totally come with us, the more the merrier right!”

Kevin didn’t even attempt to hide his eyeroll, “This is our date Penelope, come on I don’t want to be late.”

“You said it yourself Kevin, we don’t have any reservations to be late to. Spencer’s my friend and we can go on a date some other time,” Garcia said. Although she wasn’t officially a profiler, Spencer had learned a long time ago not to underestimate Penelope Garcia’s people reading abilities. She knew he was feeling down about being rejected from after work plans and although Spencer was sure she would rather go on her date alone, she didn’t want one of her best friends to go home so sad. 

“It’s okay, um I should probably just go home. I’m really tired actually,” he lied.

Penelope smiled sadly, “Well then you go sleep genius, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Spencer waved bye before speed walking back to the elevator, trying to ignore the bickering couple he was leaving behind. Especially Kevin’s comments about how difficult it was to hold a conversation with him.

Instead, Spencer decided to just go to the movie by himself. 

As he was walking into the library (which as always was incredibly empty) he noticed the man who usually played the movies was not there, instead a young woman was in his place. 

“Oh hey! Come on in, I was nervous it was gonna be just me tonight.”

“Where’s Doug?” Spencer asked, he knew the man who was in charge of the foreign movie nights well, and had never seen him miss a day.

“Oh, I’m his daughter, Y/N. He wasn’t feeling well today so he asked me to sub in. You must be Spencer. My dad talks about you all the time.”

“Really?”

“Really. You would think you were his kid. Always raving about how smart you are and how cool your job is to anyone who will listen. Makes me look like a real drag.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know he was doing that, I-”

He was cut off by a laugh, “I’m joking, I find it funny. If I was your friend, trust me I’d be doing the exact same thing.”

Spencer blushed, no one had ever expressed such an obvious interest in being his friend before. Doug had talked about his daughter a couple times but Spencer never pictured her as this charming and pretty. Not to mention her laugh was adorable. 

Maybe it was time to put all of Derek’s “expert pointers” to use.

“Um, how determined are you to show this movie tonight?” Spencer asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s a diner across the street that had really good all day pancakes. . .”

She smiled as she caught on, “I guess if no one showed up we’d just have to move movie night to another day huh.”

“I mean that would be unfortunate, but if it must be done. . . “

Y/N laughed again, which was quickly becoming like music to Spencer’s ears. His jokes never were this well received with his friends. They usually found his attempts to be humorous hard to understand or odd. 

“Well then let’s go. I think pancakes sound a lot better than watching a hyper realistic bug animation. I will let you know though, I’m awful to have a conversation with. I laugh at everything, I’m like a hyena.”

Spencer smiled. “Trust me Y/N, after the day I’ve had, your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.”

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—dark alpha!fratboys!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber x omega!reader [dark A/B/O college AU, one reader, HC Verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes and elements, A/B/O dynamics, mean!cevans characters, DARK!cevans characters, manipulation, toxic behaviour, obsessive & possessive behaviour, soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON, coercion, jealousy, competition, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, object insertion (sex toys: anal plug, ‘carrot style’ dildo, vibrating ‘eggs’), dumbification, degradation, cum as lube, overstimulation, possible dehumanization, gangbang: “sharing is caring,” dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v, p in a), double penetration (v & a), anal sex, rough sex, squirting, oral (f), creampie, handjobs, pussy slapping, choking, voyeurism, filming sex, implied/mentions of: face fucking, somnophilia, chase kink, free use

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You celebrate Easter with your five alphas. Based on this ask from my sunny bunny party.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.34K

𝗔/𝗡 | well i definitely feel like a whore, but what else is new, this may be the most filthy thing i’ve written as in the context. I don’t have much for this version of HCV, so we’ll see how it ends up. i never thought i’d write something like this. warning: i don’t know if it’s classified as subspace, but reader gets fucked stupid. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your eyes bounce between the options on the printed page, and breaths leave your mouth in puffs. You can hear the birds through the opened window, and feel the cool breeze crawling up your spine. 

“5-4-3-2—”

“Is it, uh,—A?”

“Nope.” 

You gasp, your eyes falling shut in pleasure as the vibrations intensify and your walls pulse around the thick toy. Your toes curl in your knee-highs and your nails dig into the couch. “Oh, m-my…” 

“Look at that.” Comes a Brooklyn drawl from behind you, “She’s so wet, it keeps slipping out…” Steve holds the dildo by the base and presses it to the hilt. He almost feels bad for you because he can feel the strong vibrations from the other toy also stuffed into you. After everything they’ve put you through, he’s surprised you’re still conscious.  

Poor baby, but it was all your fault anyway. 

"Oh, honey, you like history that much?” Ransom teases, shutting the book and fixing your crooked bunny ears. They aren’t as pretty anymore since he threw them to the ground to get a better grip on your head when he was fucking your face earlier. There’s still some cum on your chin, but he won’t say anything. He prefers watching you go about the day covered in him or his frat brothers. 

Steve coos, “Want me to stop it, baby?” He spits on you, his saliva landing on your puckered hole stretched around a plug, still sore and puffy from his prep this morning. You were asleep and kept squirming until he held you down. When your eyes finally opened, his heart swelled and he had you up against the shower wall within minutes. 

The other guys had tried to join when you were nearly finished, but Steve locked the door. And when it was broken, the both of you were in the bathtub, and you were cockdrunk in his arms, drifting away and letting him wash you. 

They’d have to get the door fixed again, but it wasn’t like none of the other guys were completely innocent either. They each had their selfish streaks but compared to the beginning of your relationship, they’ve gotten far better at sharing. 

“P-Please, stop it.” You sigh in relief when he pulls at the end hanging out and presses the power button, and the low humming comes to an end. You sag into the cushions, practically lifeless as Ransom caresses your face, inching closer to your gland. 

Then, Steve turns it back on, this time on the highest setting. 

“Steve!” You cry out, falling onto your belly as you shudder, and release around the toys. Your squirt drenches the couch and Steve’s lap, marking both with your scent. Your mind goes blank and your tummy hurts with the amount of pressure as the toy roughly thrusts in and out of you, jostling the vibrator and prolonging your high.  

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you did feel someone cleaning between your legs and another hand trail up your back, “You okay, sweetie?”

“Mhm…” You trail off, your head sinking into the plush pillow before it’s pulled to a lap. A certain scent of smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa flows up your nose, “Andy?”

“Yes, it’s me.” A soft sound makes your eyes open and you watch the basket get filled with a few more of those dreaded eggs that ruined you in the first place. You tuck away from it, whining at the soreness that blooms from your core. 

“Had to find the rest and wash them for you.” Andy rubs your head softly, his gentle tone a sharp contrast to the growing tent in his pants, “Dumb little bunny couldn’t help but cum from what—four eggs? You didn’t even find all of them.”

“Sorry, alpha.” You sniffle, wishing to just go to sleep for the rest of the day, but according to the alphas, the festivities have just begun.  

“You know what that means, right, honey?” 

“It means she’s getting chased through the woods next time like a stupid little bunny. I wanted to do it—but no, it would’ve been too much.”

“Are you honey?”

Ransom shrugs, “Sometimes.”

Andy shakes his head, facing you again, “Talk to me, omega.” 

“I tried…” 

“You did, and maybe next time, you’ll do better.” He looks down at you, both eyebrows raised, “You’ll do what you’re supposed to, and not disappoint your alphas.” 

That’s how you end up between Ari’s legs, his long hard cock against your back as Curtis stuffs you full with the vibrating ‘eggs.’ Your puffy folds are spread wide for the rest of the fraternity brothers to freely gaze at. Steve, Ransom and Andy sit in chairs, heavy cocks hanging out of their pants as drool dribbles down your chin.

“How many now?”

“The seventh keeps slipping out.” Curtis’ fingers prod at the little vibrating ball, he sucks his digits clean before reaching for another egg and easily adds it into your stuffed cunt, he groans lowly, “We’re at eight now, sweet girl. You’re doing so good.” 

The towel is soaked underneath you. After squirting a handful of times, Steve and Andy’s cum act as lube for your tight hole, and their seed combined with your slick has made an embarrassing mess of your core. 

At least they put the eggs on the lowest setting, you didn’t even want to think of having all of them on the highest.

“Fit another. If she gets nine, I’ll get that tight ass for the week.” 

“In your dreams,” Steve scoffs, “It’s like you don’t even know our girl, she can barely take a few fingers and a cock at the same time in one hole. She’s had enough today and she’ll warm me for the next seven days.” He licks his lips at the thought. “What makes you think she’ll fit another?”

“She’ll do it for me. Right, omega?” Ransom asks you. “You’re going to try to take another for me.”

“I-I,” You blink away the tears and shake your head as Ransom sighs. “No, daddy—can’t.” You whine, unable to relax in Ari’s comforting hold, most of the time, his warmth keeps you grounded but right now, you feel like you’ll be flying in a few moments. “Too much, too full.”

“Are you sure this time?” Curtis asks, tattoos stretching along his shoulder as he sits up, chain dangling between his pecs. “You said that at five and started crying when Andy took the basket away.” 

“Little whore couldn’t even decide if she was too full.” Ransom scoffs, jerking his cock slowly, “She gets fucked so often but is still too tight for two cocks in the same hole. One of these days, I won’t care and I’ll just shove in there, fucking tear her apart.” 

“Bet she’ll love it.” Steve agrees, his mouth waters as one of the eggs slips out of you, covered in your cream and his cum. “When has she ever said no anyway?”

“Plenty of times,” Andy answers, moving next to Curtis for a closer look. Your cunt is so used, your clit is still rubbed raw from his beard earlier, and your ass is stuffed with a plug.  “We just never listen.”

“We’ll listen this time.” The fraternity president’s hands fall below your tummy, tracing lower and pressing slightly. Another egg falls out, your hole clenches as the rest shift inside you, still softly vibrating against your pulsing walls. “We promised.”

“Promises are meant to be broken.” Curtis shrugs, eyes locked on your contorted face as he barely touches your clit making you jump, and he laughs cruelly. “Like when I promised I wouldn’t fuck her face when we went to the movies.” 

“You ruined her makeup. I had to take her to dinner with smeared mascara.” Ransom starts fucking into his fist, head falling back as memories rush back, you clinging to his arm in the fancy establishment, all dolled up and cute, he loved showing you off. He also teased you under the table that day. 

“You could’ve let her fix it.”

“I would have just messed it up again.” 

“Hey, open those pretty eyes.” Your lashes flutter open, meeting Curtis’ clear blue gaze but the contact doesn’t last long because Ari applies pressure again, and two more eggs slip out. Joining the filthy mess. Curtis’ wet hand taps your cheek, “Look at me, are you done?”

You nod, blubbering as Steve’s fingers lightly tug at your nipples, you’re so sensitive and sore, you can barely tell left from right. Drunk on endless highs, and so many suffocating scents. But god, you loved and feared it at the same time. 

“Oh, poor bunny, your little cunt is stuffed to the brim.” Ransom slides next to you, craning his neck to stare. 

“Daddy… Don’t look…”

“Why not? You’re shy?” He chuckles darkly, “What if I get closer, huh? Spread your puffy folds, and get a really good look at your filthy pussy. I should bring you to the mirror and make you look at it. See what a slut you are for your alphas.”

You pout at him, shutting your legs. “You’re being mean…”

“Am I being mean?” He asks the rest of the men, and receives different replies; ‘yeah,’ ‘no way,’ ‘she’s just sensitive.’ “Whatever—how can I make it up to you, pet? I’ll be nice since it’s a holiday.”

Your eyes fall to his shirt, and he immediately knows what you want. He tugs off his t-shirt and hands it over. You take the fabric and bring it to your nose, rubbing your face into it and enveloping yourself in his scent. 

“She’s chirping,” Steve smiles warmly, and his delicate touch travels up your leg. “Even after all the shit you’ve pulled, she still wants to be with you.”

“Shut up.” Ransom rolls his eyes. “Isn’t Steve being mean too, baby? Go on, tell him to fuck off.”

Your eyes widen, “No! Are you stupid—” Ari slaps your thigh harshly. “Ow!”

“Watch your mouth before I make you clean those eggs. Now open your legs, don’t make me ask twice.” His deep voice demands from behind you. His chest hair tickles your back, “Don’t forget who you are.”

An omega, it goes without being said. The power they hold over you both in designation, status and physical strength. They towered over you and you felt so small between them with the weight of their blue stares. 

You slowly spread your thighs, covering your face in unease as the other alphas crowd around you. Ari forces them wider with his knees and moves you onto his lap, putting on a show for the rest of his frat brothers. Someone’s spit lands on your clit before the bundle is rubbed, sending streams of pleasure through your veins. They play with you for a bit, tracing your wet hole, and putting your combined juices back in only for it to drip out again. Suddenly, a thickness prods at your weepy hole. 

Your eyes shoot open, shining up at the buzzcut-haired man sinking his cock into you. “Wait, the eggs—”

“I know.” Curtis cuts you off, “Ransom, turn up the setting. Wanna fuck her until she’s dumb.”

“She already is.” Steve moves your hand to his cock, your fingers can’t meet around his fat girth.

“See? Isn’t he mean, baby? Why don’t you tell him how mean he is.” Ransom grabs your other hand, spitting into your palm before fucking into your fist. 

Ari kisses up the back of your neck, and all the touching, the sounds, and the feelings distract you enough for him to slip out the plug and replace it with his dick. You accidentally grip Steve and Ransom a little too tight, and the alphas groan in sync. Butterflies with glass wings flutter in your stomach, shattering against each other and fracturing you from the inside out. 

“N-No, I can’t—please! Stop!”

“Shut up. Bunnies don’t speak.” Ari grunts into your ear, rough and raspy, “You know what they do?”

“They hop.” Curtis answers smugly, his dark eyes eating you up, “Better hop, sweetheart, before Ransom tries to slide in too.” 

You start bouncing on their cocks. The oxygen feels so thin and you can barely sit up straight, stuffed to the brim as the eggs vibrate against your tender walls. Your moans are utterly indecent, the lewd noises of your actions fill the hot air and harmonize with the squeaking of the bed.  

And that’s what Andy walks in on. You’re a fucking mess, covered in spit, cum and your slick, weakly riding two cocks at once and jerking off another two. Your poor cunt stretched so wide around Curtis’ length, your cream forms a ring around his base and dribbles down to Ari’s under you—Andy wishes he could see your ass, it’s probably so ruined too. 

“What a good bunny, hopping on your alphas cocks like a whore—fucking—” Curtis’ hips stutter when you tighten, “You knot hungry slut, greedy little cunt keeps sucking me in. You love being split open on us?”

“Uh-huh, don’t, ah! Please don’t stop!” You moan, choking on your words. Your bunny ears go crooked as you look down at your used centre and Curtis’ thick cock spearing you open, every time he thrusts out, Ari slides in and they alternate on keeping you as full as possible. “S-So big, daddy, so big.”

“Yeah, your little cunt is so fucking stuffed, can feel those eggs against my cock.” He growls, tugging you to spit into your mouth, then he kisses you messily. “You feel them, baby? They feel good?”

You try to nod, the bunny ears slip further before someone else fixes them again. “My holes, daddy—”

“What about our holes? They don’t belong to you, dumb little bunny.” Ari’s head is thrown back with a deep groan and his abs flex, he can feel Curtis between the thin wall inside of you. There’s truly no more space for anyone else—but that won’t stop one of them from trying. 

“Y-Your holes, so small, daddy…” Someone’s hand wraps around your throat, but you can’t tell who with all the fogginess in your head. Their grip tightens, “Your little holes… gonna never close—”

“Good.” It was Ransom judging from the voice by your ear, you feel a tongue drag up your cheek, licking up your tears. “We’ll do whatever we want to your slutty holes, and I will fuck your cunt when someone else is already using it.”

“What are you, baby?” Steve forces your face towards him, he’s red in the cheeks, and the colour spreads down his firm chest. “C’mon, tell your daddies.”

“I’m a—cumdump, your dumb baby, daddy.” Your head is tilted down, just in time to watch Curtis’ spit land where you meet. His salvia lands on your clit, dripping down to the veiny girth of his cock. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, and don’t you ever forget.”

“Look at her, all cockdrunk. Dumb little omega, just a hole for us.” Ari sucks on your gland, his groans vibrating the patch, he remembers when you used to cry from just half his cock, and now look at you, taking him and Curtis to the hilt at the same time. You’ve come so far, and he’s so proud. “You like getting both your holes fucked at once, baby? Yeah, you do, look at that face.” 

Steve groans, pulling away from your lips before you’re tugged towards Ransom’s mouth. “Not a fucking thought in that pretty head, it’s okay, you don’t need to think. Just need to take our cocks and knots, let us use you whenever we want. You want our babies in your pretty cunt, omega?” 

Normally, you’d snap out of whatever trance and establish those stupid—in their opinions—boundaries about starting a family so early. Even though you were mated, you didn’t want to get pregnant halfway through your college career, but your alphas didn’t care. They’ve discussed the perfect time to switch out your pills, and darling you wouldn’t know the difference until you’re hunched over the toilet. 

“She does, she’s so fucking tight.” Curtis’ fingers dig into your hips, “You finally gonna have our pups, pet? Let us pump this little cunt full, knot you to keep you plugged up. Use you as a personal cumdump.”

You only manage quiet gasps, letting your body be used from almost every end. 

“Our little omega, so good for us, gonna carry all our babies.” Steve’s voice rings tauntingly and he slips a hand between your legs, his rough fingers strumming your swollen clit. “She’s fucking shaking, you still here with us, pet?” He slaps your button in quick succession, taking great pleasure in your convulses. 

Your head lolls to the side as someone taps your temple, “Sounds empty in there—I think we’ve fucked her completely stupid.”

You’re a vision, moving between Steve and Ransom’s messy kisses as saliva falls down your chin to your bouncing breasts which are covered with lovebites. 

Andy watches you cum, your whole body erupting in euphoria as you tremble in Ari’s lap. Curtis leans back, stroking his cock and squeezing the swelling base as the intensely vibrating eggs finally fall out, your squirt covers him from his thighs to his chest. Steve’s hand is shoved away by Ransom who swats your nub wetly, smearing your juices everywhere. Then he’s also pushed away by Curtis who leans down to greedily latch onto your cunt, all while Ari forcibly bounces you on his dick. 

You scream, falling against the long-haired man’s chest, gasping for air as Curtis buries his face into your sensitive pussy, his rough beard scratching your folds. You flail, arms shooting out for something, anything, but Steve and Ransom aren’t done. They keep your grip locked on their angry lengths and fat knots, they come a few seconds apart, their thick seed spurting all over your hands. 

“What a good girl, give Curtis your cream.” Ari rasps against your gland, the spot so tender from his mouth, he sucks in time with Curtis’ on your swollen clit. 

The alpha drinks down your juices, growling like a starved man as you squirt again.

“That’s it, that’s it. Fucking dirty whore, you’re gonna take my cum in your ass, I want you to fucking cry like a dumb little pet.”  

You hiccup, and as soon as Ransom releases your hand, you try to push Curtis away. Your centre is far too sensitive for even a gentle breath, let alone his mouth and facial hair. “N-No more! Please, I can’t!”

He leans back, your wetness covering half of his face, and evident in his beard. His chest heaves, “You do that again, and I’ll make you take all the eggs, got it?”

“Don’t be so mean now, Curtis, you're gonna make her cry even harder.” Ransom chuckles.

The blue-eyed man grabs your throat, bringing you close as your head bobs up and down, the bunny ears half off. “You hear me? Don’t you ever push me away.”

Ari hasn’t let up, still tearing apart your puckered hole. “Yes, yes—” You barely manage as tears flow freely and follow the trails of drool and saliva down your face. You sob and shudder through Ari’s rough thrusts, digging your nails into the bedsheets. 

Ari turns your head and groans loudly, “So pretty when you cry—dirty girl, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re gonna take my fucking cum, whore, take it.” He ruthlessly pumps up and his knot pops in, his cum violently shooting against your walls, filling you so deeply, the thick swell keeps him pressed to the hilt, his heavy balls tensing with every spurt. 

The feeling of being filled has you toppling over again. Your body eagerly grinds down against Ari’s twitching length, forcing him deeper and deeper. Lost in the electric shocks, you don’t notice a single thing going on around you. Teetering between worlds, you let them touch you all over, smearing your shared juices, rubbing their cum into your skin, and kissing or licking your tears. 

It’s downright obscene, the exposed skin heaving breaths, and their soft murmurs.  

“Good little pet, you did so good.”

“Fuck, we really used her cunt, huh? What a mess.”

“If she doesn’t close her mouth soon, I’m fucking her throat.”

“Barber, are you done over there?” Steve’s voice is slightly hushed. 

“Yeah, I couldn't get all the angles but it’s good, the perfect little film of Arcadia Phi’s Pet.” 

To your horror, Andy is holding a camera and the lens is pointed directly at you. He grins as he presses the button, and the red light switches off. 

“Said y-you’d ask.. before.” You manage through shivers, both hypersensitive and numb as Ari runs his rough hands all over your body. You blink through blurry vision, “You lied.”

“I know, baby, but you were so out of it, why would I interrupt?” Andy tilts his head, “I wouldn’t want to ruin the show, because then we’d have to do it again. You want to use the eggs again?”

“N-No…” You trail off, it was true. It was more than overwhelming and you’ve only just begun, you can’t imagine what else is in store. With a rapid pacing of your heart, you reach for him, bottom lip trembling as you wonder why he’s so far away, as if he hadn’t betrayed you. “I want—kiss please?”

Andy smiles and crawls on the bed and cups your cheeks. He kisses you sweetly, taking control and massaging your tongue with his. His beard tickles your face, and you find yourself forgiving him in an instant.

It was the same story with all the other men. No matter what they did, you’d forgive them for it. Regardless if it was undeserving, you found it harder to hold a grudge, to be away from the alphas who made you feel like you were on top of the world.

That felt like more of a crime than their threats and overbearing tendencies like you were breaking an unofficial boundary every time you questioned their toxicity and controlling behaviours. 

Whatever it was, they did this to you, and you aren’t angry at them for it. 

The next one to meet your lips is Curtis, his cock still throbbing between his thighs as spit escapes from the corners of your lips, his deep groans filling your mouth. Then, it’s Ransom, he’s less messy than Curtis but far more demanding, you can’t do anything but follow his motions, letting him swallow the air from your throat. Steve is an even ground between them, although he spits into your mouth before capturing your lips, your teeth clash when he tilts his head and kisses you as if you’re all he’s ever wanted.

Which is the truth for all of them. 

As he pulls away, that charming grin plays on his shiny lips. Ari shifts you around and his knot tugs at your rim. “Are you done being a cameraman?”

Andy sets down the camera, having recorded your exchanges with the rest of the men. “You up for it?”

“If it means I get to boss you all around,” Ari smirks, gently pulling out of your creamy hole, his seed dribbles out your ass, down your skin and onto the wrinkled towel below. 

You let out a little sigh at the emptiness, trying to find a position that doesn’t make your soreness more evident, and gives your thoroughly fucked holes a rest. 

“It isn’t any different considering you’re president,” Ransom remarks. 

“Hey, if you want to have a re-election, and lose again, be my guest. I wouldn’t mind another victory celebration.” Ari snatches the device and moves off the bed. His cock is already hardening again and bobbing between his built legs. “Smile for the camera, sweet girl.” You sniffle and try to wipe your face, but Ari tsks. “Don’t do that, I want you to be as ruined as possible.” 

“Always prettiest that way, huh, omega?” Andy hums. 

You shudder as lips land on your gland, softly tonguing the spot. “Y-Yes, daddy… Alpha, should I—do I pose?” 

You never would’ve thought you’d willingly participate in a sex tape or a series of them. It could be the dizziness in your head that pushes you right into their trap—but that’s what this whole thing was. In the beginning, you were naive enough to wander into their cage of stained glass, marveling at the wonders and affections, while right now, you were stupid enough to stay.   

“Yeah, just smile and spread your legs, wanna see how used your holes are. Ah, look at that—the most perfect cumdump, yeah?” He brings the lens to your ruined cunt and ass, giving each a time to shine as your clit twitches, your puffy folds slick and messy, and your puckered hole dribbles with his cum. Then, he captures your shy smile. “There’s my pet, so beautiful.” 

“Especially as a little bunny,” Curtis adds, fondly touching the ears. 

“Look at you, the star of the show, Arcadia’s girl.” Ari grins sickeningly, “For this segment, you’ll be taking Andy in your mouth, and Steve and Ransom at the same time.” He moves back to your soppy holes, his cum getting a special appearance in this little home video once again.

“Okay, daddy.” Your mind fades in and out as Andy kisses up your chest, tasting your sweat before reaching your gland, his soft lips suckling the skin. You're taken under their control, limp against whoever is holding you up. “I’ll be good…” 

“I’m glad, although, I should probably clarify they’ll both be in the same hole.” 

The camera switches to your face to catch your terrified expression, you try to get up but you’re immediately pinned again, this time, flat on your back as Steve forces your legs open. Stroking his thick length, then slapping the bulbous tip on your puffy button. 

Ari sits next to you, ready to get all the angles. “But don’t worry, we’ll still listen to you because you get to choose the hole.” 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: and there we go !! I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride. I thought the first orgy i’d write would be with the dilfs in Cruel, but this sunny bunny party has been pure filth. Also, nickname spoiler: this reader is called Pet !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! Here's the masterlist for this au: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚

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[barney-james]

Provoked || Chris Evans x Reader SMUT

Warnings: spanking, choking, hair pulling, breeding, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex/face fucking (female and male receiving), dom/sub relationship, dirty talk fuuuuuuuuck

A/n oml this idea won’t leave me alone i’m in such a cevans mood ugh

*not my gif*

With his comforting warm arms wrapped around you, and his chest pressed to your back, there is no place in the world you would rather be. You’re passing time with your boyfriend between dinner and the party the two of you are expected at in about two hours. You had found some random movie on cable to watch while you waited for it to be time to get ready.

Chris sat against the headboard in the middle of the bed, and you sat between his legs with your beck pressed against his bare 0chest, his chin naturally sitting on your shoulder as he holds you against him with his arms around your waist.

Neither of you are paying much attention to the movie, but blankly staring at the screen just enjoying each other’s company and warmth. A loud sound comes from the movie, breaking both of you out of the trance. The two main characters had just barged into their apartment with their lips attached and hands roaming, knocking over a lamp in their wake. You watch the scene as the couple removes their clothes and falls onto the bed. Being a movie aired on television, it didn’t show any of the interesting parts, just faces, sounds, and kisses. But that was enough to get Chris stirring behind you.

You feel his hips push against you slightly and his new semi pressing into your lower back. His hands roam your body, and you feel him leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and over your shoulder. You tilt your head to the side with a smirk on your lips, giving him better access to attack your skin. Chris’s hands leave your waist and slowly venture down slower to between your legs. Each hand on your inner thighs, spreading your legs. 

You chuckle and push yourself away from him and off the bed. You head to the bathroom without glancing back at your boyfriend. “I have to start getting ready,” your smirk evident in your voice. 

“Y/n,” he calls after you, and you turn around to look at him before reaching the bathroom. You see his hand stoking his hardening member through his low hanging grey sweatpants and you know there are non boxer briefs under those pants. The sight sends a tingle to your apex, and you bite your lip as you subtly clench your legs together. But to your dismay, the action does not go unnoticed.

Chris cocks an eyebrow at you and sits up, one leg hanging off the bed as he faces you. “Did you just look me up and down,” he smirks, “and then bite your lip?”

You don’t respond, just keep staring at his perfectly sculpted body, still biting you lip.

“’Cause if you did -” he slides his other leg over the edge of the bed “- we’re having sex.” He stands up, still feet from you, yet still towering over you. “Right now.” He says sternly.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes and turn back to the bathroom. 

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” he torts from behind you, a seductive tone in his deep voice. 

You slowly turn back to him and take a few steps towards him, just out of arms reach. You let your stare wonder down to hid obvious bulge. “No,” you begin, looking up into his lust heavy eyes. “No, I don’t think I will,” you tease.

Right as he launches himself forward trying to grab you and pull you to him, you turn and run into the bathroom, playfully screaming and laughing. Chris is right on your heels, but you manage to close and lock the bathroom door before he can get you. 

A loud bang fills the bathroom, and you know Chris had just pounded his fist against the door. You loved seeing this sexy, playful angry side of him. A pool began to form in your panties as you thought about how far you can push him. Your aching core was craving attention. You knew your unspoken rule to no truly touch yourself, and you were fighting the urge to go out and jump into his massive arms and let him have his way with you. But you were having fun, pushing him little by little.

“Your ass is going to be eight different shades of red after that stunt, baby girl,” you hear your boyfriends rough voice muffled from the other side of the door. Pretending you didn’t hear him, you play your shower playlist loudly and turn on the shower, waiting for it to reach the scorching temperature you love as you remove your cropped t-shirt and biker shorts that you wear around the house. 

Just as you’re about to remove your silky thong and matching bralette, you feel a big pair of hands roughly grab your waist and pull you backwards. You squeal at the sudden contact. 

“Chris!” you yelp, jumping slightly. “How’d you get in here? Did you pick the lock?”

He presses his lips back to your shoulder and hums against your skin. “Nope.”

“What did you do?” you push your butt against his hard cock. 

He hesitates a moment, then says, “Got impatient. Ripped the door nob off.”

“Chris!!” you yell. “What the hell?”

He shushes you. “Not important, baby. What is important is the situation you left in my pants. You know you wanna fix it for me.” His hands wander up from your waist and grip your breasts tightly.

“Bite me, Chris,” you moan teasingly. 

“You better watch that pretty little mouth before I put it to work,” he growls in your ear. 

“Baby,” you whine as his hands fall from your breasts and rest in the waist band of your thong. “They’ll be expecting us.” You are incredibly turned on, and definitely want Chris to have his way with you, but you just love seeing how far you can drive him before he snaps.

“They won’t notice,” he starts sucking harshly at the sensitive spot on your neck, knowing exactly where it is. 

You let out a breathy whine. “Chris stop,” you giggle as his fingers ghost up your bare stomach, tickling you in their path. “i’m going to this party,” you try sternly but fail. 

Chris’ strong hands tightly grip your hips. “No. You’re not,” he says with his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice deep and demanding. He spins you around by your hips so your chests are only centimeters apart, and you look up through your eyelashes at him as innocently as you can. “Tsk, tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Innocence isn’t going to work tonight, sweetheart.” His hands leave your waist and come up to your shoulders, gently resting there. “Down,” he demands.

At first you’re taken aback. Of course you’ve seen this dominant side of him, but you love it so much your left dumbstruck every time.

Chris becomes impatient and pushes down on your shoulders roughly, making you fall to your knees in front of him with a small gasp. You look up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, wanting him to instruct you. 

“Go on,” he says harshly.

Your hands slide up his legs a couple times while you graze your lips over his covered erection teasingly before carefully pulling him out of his cotton pants. You softly grab his length, your small hand barely fitting around it, stroking it while you kiss around his aching member, avoiding it for the time being. You still your hand at the base and lean down, licking a strong, slow, wet stripe over the vein on the underside of his cock, and flick your tip over his leaking, red tip and collect the salty precum with a small moan. You kiss his slit and wrap your lips around his tip, barely sucking. 

“Stop teasing, doll,” he groans, and you pull back from him completely, looking up at him pleadingly. Of course he knows what you want, and he wants it to, but he loves making you beg and ask him for what you want in dirty words. He hums a chuckle as he strokes your hair. His hand leaves your hair and caresses your face, this thumb lightly pulling on your lower lip, and you gladly let it into your mouth and suck it sensually. “Say it,” he growls down at you. You cock your head to the side in a clueless manor. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and grabs the back of your head by your hair, eliciting a whine from your parted soft lips. “Say. It,” he says with his teeth clenched as he looks at you with hard eyes, pulling your head back to make you look at him. 

“Fuck my mouth,” you say quietly, just above a whisper.

“What was that?” he grips your hair tighter and you moan. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck my mouth, Chris,” you whine, wanting him to seriously have his way with you now. No more teasing. 

“Hmm, good girl,” he praises, releasing your hair and swiftly pushing his sweatpants down the rest of the way and stepping out before taking hold on your hair once more. You lean your head back into his touch and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat against your chin as you wait for him. Chris grips his throbbing cock and slaps it against your waiting tongue several times, moaning softly, before straightening out your head and pushing himself into your mouth so far he hist the back of your throat, a making you gag around him. He only stays there a second before pulling out and roughly pushing back in. When your jaw tries to instinctively close, his hand leaves the base of his length and grabs your face, forcing your jaw to remain open for him. You moan over him while fighting your gags, just wanting to please him as obscene wet sounds fill the bathroom space and drool drips down your chin, your pussy getting wetter by the second. Chris thrusts so hard into your face that you’re almost falling over, and your hands grip the back of his thick thighs to steady yourself. Only a few thrusts later, your tap your hand against his thigh, telling him to stop, and he pushes himself all the way into your mouth one last time, and you feel him twitch in your throat before he quickly pulls himself out, leaving you gasping for air, looking up at him.

His thumb wipes the drool of your chin before holding hit in his hand. “So hot, baby. And so good,” he commends you. His hand in your hair pulls you up to your feet and drags you out of the bathroom and over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you over his knee, roughly spanking you a countless number of times, leaving you moaning and slick dripping down your thighs after soaking through your panties. He rubs his hand over your ass cheeks, soothing some of the pain before pulling you up again and pushing you on the bed.

He grabs your ankles and drags you down towards him at the foot of the bed. He admired your flushed state and feels himself throbbing, but ignores it for the moment so he can treat you. He kneels down in front of you and pushes your legs apart, leaving your soaked thong on display for him. “I haven’t even touched you yet, baby,” he teases. “Awfully needy for someone who would rather be at a stupid party, aren’t we?” He leans down, blowing hot air over your clothed core, and licks a stripe up the material between your legs, placing a kiss to your covered clit when he reached the top. His hands slid up your thighs, and he hooks his finger into the small waistband, pulling your thong down your legs. He doesn’t remove it fully, but rather leaves it at you knees as he pushes them up to your chest, your bare glistening cunt now fully exposed. 

He surprises you, not teasing you and just diving right in. His beard tickles and burns your sensitive skin in the most delicious way as his tongue moves through your folds and pushes against your hole, lapping up everything you have to offer. Your head throws back against the mattress as you moan loudly, and your hands grip the sheets. They’d much rather be in his hair, but your legs are pushed against you and you can’t even see the beautiful man between your thighs. Your neediness makes the warm knot in you tummy form a lot faster than normal. Chris drags his lips up your clit, flicking his tongue over it, the sensitivity making your hips jerk involuntarily. One of his hands leaves from under your thighs, his adjacent forearm now holding both your legs down. His hand slides down your soft thighs and his thumb presses teasingly at your entrance. It disappears, and not a moment later you feel him thrust two of his long fingers into you roughly, not letting your tight pussy adjust at all as he pumps them in and out and curls them against your perfect spot. 

“Oh god!” you yell, whining. “Chris! I’m gonna cum, baby,” you warn him. 

He removes his mouth from your clit just to utter a quick “Do it, baby girl” before his lips wrap around you and suck your clit into his mouth harshly, quickly breaking the knot. You reach your favorite euphoric state, moaning his name loudly as your legs shake against his hold. He sucks you and moves your fingers in you, ridding out your high. Chris laps his tongue through your folds one more time, then drops your weak legs. 

He kisses over your thighs, across your hipbones and up your body. When he reaches your barely covered breasts, he swiftly removes the silk material, leaving your peaks to harden in the cold air. He takes on of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. You arch your back, pushing your chest into his mouth as his other hand massages your other breast. He moves to the opposite side and repeats, until he’s happy with the erectness of your nipples. He continues kissing up your chest, leaving wet kisses and sucking the soft flesh. His hand finds its way between your legs, and he lightly rubs circles over your your still sensitive clit, your hips jerking up into his hand. He presses down on your sensitive bundle as his lips love up your neck and across your jaw. As his lips attach to yours in a hungry kiss, and his tongue forces its way into your mouth to explore the familiar space, his finger falls from your clit and through your fold. He chuckles against your lips at how wet you still are and you whine into his kiss.

He removes his lips from yours, pecks you one last time and stands up. His strong arms wrap around your upper back and pull you farther up the bed, giving him room to kneel on the mattress in front of you. He runs his hand through your wet folds, collecting your juices on his fingers and rubbing it over his cock, getting himself ready. He thighs again, pulling them over his own and your pussy up closer to his cock. He leans over you as he aligns himself with your entrance.

As rough as Chris can be, and as much as you love the rough side of him, he always enters you slowly at first, giving you both time to adjust as to not hurt you. And of course he does that now. He presses his lips to yours passionately as he bottoms out and you moan loudly as his thick cock fills you up perfectly. He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, leaning his forehead against yours. “Always so tight for me, fuck.” He pulls out most of the way, only his tip left inside you, and pushes back in slowly, he picks up the pace, setting a steady rhythm. “Hmm, so good wrapped around me like this.”

Your hands grab his cheeks kissing his lips softly. “Chris,” you plead as your lips detach.

“Hmm?” he responds. 

“Harder. Faster, baby,” you coax. “Please.”

He chuckles. “As you wish.” He straightens his back as he stands up, his large hands grabbing hold of your hips. He looks at you with a dirty look before relentlessly pounding into you. He groans at the quick pace of your tight walls compressing his cock. You moan loudly as he thrusts up, hitting your g-spot every time. 

“Oh, fuck,” Chris moans, throwing his head back for a moment. “You like that, baby? You like it when I pound my cock into you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” you moan, fingers gripping the sheets again. “Fuck, Chris! Don’t stop.”

He continues to pound into you with a force that shakes the bed with every thrust. You moan each other’s name in strings of profanity. But then a phone starts ringing and buzzing on the nightstand next to the bed. You ignore it, knowing it’s not yours, since yours was still in the bathroom. 

Chris stills inside you and reaches for the phone but it is just out of his reach. “Help me,” he pleads, looking at you sweetly.

“Really?” you scoff. “Now?”

“Just get it please.”

You huff and stretch you arm to grab the ringing phone and hand it to Chris.

“Hello?” he says, answering the phone as he removes one of your legs wrapped around your hip and leans it on his shoulder. “Oh, sorry, dude. We’re not going to be able to make it tonight.” You conclude he is talking to the host of the party, silently priding yourself for having been right about them noticing the two of you weren’t there, but your thoughts were broken when Chris’ massive hand closed around your neck. You through your head back, loving the pressure he’s applying. “Why cant we? Oh. Uh,” Chris smirks down at you, puts the phone on speaker and puts it beside your head. His hand leaves your throat and rests at the base of your neck.

You look at him with wide eyes and mouth agape, astounded by when you know he’s going to do. He grabs your hip tighter with one hand and leans ever so slightly on the one resting on your chest. He pulls his hips out of you, and thrusts up, hitting your g-spot even better with the new angle.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stop his plan, but he pulls your hand away from your mouth, cocks an eyebrow at you as if to tell you to be loud and pounds into you even harder than before, making you moan his name so loud it was almost pornographic.

“Good girl,” he says and kisses your forehead. “That’s why,” he says into the phone and hangs up, then throws it off the bed. He straightens back out slightly, leaning above you once more and his hand slides back up to your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

Sure your arms would not be able to hold long enough to stay in his soft hair, your hands wrap around his wrist as he fucks you into the mattress and your moans waver with the harsh rhythm. The knot in your stomach is exponentially reforming with every thrust and Chris can tell from your pussy clenching around his cock. His hand on your hip slides down to rapidly rub your clit. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moans. “I’m close, too, baby.”

“Chris,” you pant, trying to form words. “Don-don’t ruin th-the sheets,” you struggle out.

Chris looks you in your eyes, his crystal orbs clouded with lust and love. “I’ll just have to cum inside you then, doll,” he groans.

The knot swells with those words, on the brink of breaking. “Yes,” you plead. “Please, Chris. Fill me with your cum.” You continue to moan, Chris’ pace is faltering as he gets closer to his edge with your encouraging words. He drops your leg off his shoulder, removes his hand from around your neck, and leans down over you completely, his sweaty body hanging over you. “Please,” you moan. “Fuck, I wanna feel you cum inside me, Chris. Please, cum for me, baby.”

“Yes, baby,” he kisses you. “I’m so close.”

His fingers rub at your clit faster pushing you farther as he stares down at where your bodies connect. 

“Chris!” you scream as you cum around him, your pussy throbbing around him. 

You feel his cock twitch inside you as it had done in your mouth, but he doesn’t pull out like he did then. He looks at your face in the state of pleasure he gave you. His lips connect to yours in a loving kiss as his hips jut forward, jerking as he bottoms out and covers your walls with streams of his hot cum, him moaning into the kiss the whole time. The feeling alone adding to your sensitivity making you cum all over again and you moan into him, too.

He stays still inside you as you both come down from your highs. After a moment, he begins to soften inside you, and he pulls out slowly, both of you groaning at the loss of contact. He pecks your lips one last time before he stands off the bed, and goes into the bathroom to get you a warm washcloth as always. 

You can feel his cum starting to drip out of you, and as he turns off the water and comes back into the bedroom, your fingers slide down your body and push it back into you as stare at him, shocked from the sight as he brings his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“What?” you say innocently. “I don’t wanna ruin the sheets.” You give him a cheesy smile as he walks over to you, gently cleaning you with the warm cloth. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he sighs, looking into your eyes lovingly, his having now faded back to their usual sky blue. “I love you, so much.”

You smile and sit up, gently placing your palms on his cheeks and pulling him into another sweet kiss. “I love you, more, Chris,” you giggle after breaking the kiss before falling back onto the bed. 

Once he finishes cleaning you up, he goes to throw the cloth into the laundry basket, and you adjust yourself, laying your head on the pillows on your side of the bed.

When he comes back again, his hand softly grazes your hips. “I may or may not have left some.. marks,” he frowns.

You look down at your hip, and see a faint hand shaped bruise starting to form. You gasp at it and look at his sad expression. “Hey,” you say to get him to look at you. “You didn’t hurt me, Chris. I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’m better than fine.” You pull his arm towards you and he gets the message and crawls back onto the bed. You hold your arms out for your post coital ritual, and he collapses on top of you with his head on your chest and his body crushing yours in the best way. 

“Baby?” he says, lifting his head to look at you.

You hum a ‘yes’ as your fingers slide into his soft hair as they’d been wanting to all night. 

“Don’t cover up the bruises and hickeys. Let everyone know I’ve marked you as mine.”

You kiss him again. “I won’t cover up,” you assure him. He smiles and lays his head back onto your chest. The two of you stay like that until your both asleep in each others arms. 

----

A/n holy fuck I about bust a nut writing this (not proof read)

[egoludes]

the greatest gift of all.

note: so, to be honest with y’all...i have no idea where this came from. i was just minding my business this weekend, @adorecevans​​ and i started talking about one (1) headcanon scenario, and now here we are! this is going to be a v casual series, basically just snippets of dom!chris and sub!reader (in no particular order) building a relationship. future installments will explore the history more, but what you need to know for this one and the series overall: dom!chris meets sub!reader through a dom/sub dating app of sorts and have been engaging each other long distance for a few months. reader has no idea that it’s chris evans for the obvious reasons, and since he doesn’t give a name at all, she addresses him as Sir. i’ll explore all that background more in the future, but for now: i really hope you enjoy!

credits: unsplash for the stock image, and an anon in @honeychicanawrites​​‘s asks one day for the image of cevans calling his lady ‘mama’... i had to do it. 

warnings: masturbation, voyeuristic vibes, intimacy over video call, dom/sub dynamics, long distance / virtual relationships, sex toys, use of title as name (sir).

wc: 2.3k

The thought comes to you on a Sunday afternoon.

You’re on your belly thumbing through texts, legs up and crossed at the ankles with Sir’s newest gift -- a pretty pink slip -- and your laptop beside you. The screen is dark, save for a grey circle with an initial in the center that lets you know he’s there, listening, when you say: “Have you ever tried one of those dildo molds, Sir?”

The initial silence is suffocating, and you worry for a second that the idea - spur of the moment, really - goes too far. You’re just learning each other, after all; still adjusting to the pictures, the calls, the gifts you model for him with pride. 

But then, he speaks, a familiar rasp to the words that makes you clench in your fitting black shorts. The question comes from a place of genuine curiosity, but you’ve riled him up still, which excites you; always does. “That’s what you’re thinking about over there, huh? Feeling me?”

Your body heats, conditioned already to react to that dangerous tone in his voice; but you try to keep your expression reticent when you turn it to your camera. There’s another moment of nothing -- just you watching the lens like it’s him before you. Then, your lips curl, lids narrow, and your voice turns playfully sweet. “Well, when am I not?”

He hisses, a sharp sound that makes you preen, and you can hear him on the other end, adjusting his screen. “Easy, mama,” he growls, earning himself a giggle, “it’s too early for you to be working me up.”

You laugh again, this time with more body before resting your cheek on your palm. Without his video on -- a compromise you’ve grown used to -- you can’t know that he’s actually watching you. But you lean into it all the same, swinging your legs behind you. “But, have you?”

He clicks his tongue, a thoughtful sound, and you imagine what his features must look like, twisted by consideration. “No - I don’t think I know anyone’s who has either.”

You hum, eyes glinting with something that makes him suck in a breath. “I’ve always wondered about it. Not just the process, but just...having one,” you murmur, settling deeper into your pensive stance. There’s a dreaminess to your tone that not even you notice; but he, that ever-mindful man, takes note.

You continue on, none the wiser. 

////

A week later, you come home at the top of rush hour, grateful that you’ve made it so early, but burdened all the same. Stress is a fickle, but poignant thing, and you’re feeling its weight extra today as you make your way up to your apartment. You’re excited for the time to yourself, thinking on what you might make for dinner, when you see it - a small, but noticeable box at the foot of your door.

Immediately, your expression turns, confusion and wariness turning your mouth into a scowl. You don’t remember ordering anything, nor are you expecting something for anyone else. You hope the label will give you a clue about what this could be, but to your chagrin, it has no company - just your address and a generic return location. 

Still, you take it in, setting it on the kitchen counter, where it stays forgotten as you shower, eat, and pour yourself a glass of wine. You’re halfway through the second when the package re-snares your attention from the corner of your eye. You drain the rest of your drink with a gulp, wiping red off the corners of your mouth before you stand, determined, to approach it.

The box is unassuming; plain cardboard with nothing but the barebones label to distinguish it. You lift it again, this time with both hands, to measure it and feel something heavy shift inside. It’s enough to pique your curiosity, and you tear through the packaging until you can see what’s in it.

At the center is another, smaller box made of sleek black velvet. A card is attached with red ribbon, careful lettering penned in dark ink. Even before you fish it out, you can work out the message, but it doesn’t feel real until the note sits in your hand and you’re reading it up close.

For my favorite girl; so you can feel me any time you want.

Sir.

Your eyes dance over the words a few times before their meaning sinks in and you realize it’s a gift from him. Then, you’re practically rabid, tugging out the box out and flipping the lid in one motion.

When you see what’s inside, it’s all you can do not to buckle at the knees. In the middle of the box, set up almost regally on a bed of plushy silk, is a veined, pink dildo. You don’t need to touch it to know that it’s heavy, but that doesn’t stop you from doing it all the same. Your fingers take it by the base first, wrapping firmly above the balls to test the weight. And you moan at it, that delicious thickness as you lift it from the box with both hands. Your palms curve around it, twitching with want, and you realize then that this is what he looks like, what he feels like.

What you would get if he came home to you for real.

The thought is too much to bear. Your breath quickens, fingers dancing deliberately up and over the shaft to size it up. You tell yourself that this is all you need for now ---- you know better than anyone that to use this toy for the first time without him is a test of his patience you’re certain to fail. But, the more you touch, the more you need, and before you can reconsider, you’re on your hands and knees on your couch, panties pressed sloppily to the side as you guide the heft of Sir’s length past your aching entrance.

The impact is immediate. You fall forward with a gasp as every inch stretches you open and by the time it’s fully seated, your face is completely hidden in your couch cushions. The fabric muffles your voice as your hips start to move, a slow, languid grind to make sure everything is felt. 

You get so lost in it, you don’t hear your phone buzzing until it’s almost too late. But, at the nth moment, you recognize the ringtone you’d chosen just for him and, despite the clear risk of answering, you reach for the device, trembling with nerves, excitement, and lust, at the dangerous game you’re about to play. 

When you answer, there’s nothing but darkness from his end and your face in the corner. You’re sitting on your butt now, legs carefully spread and hips angled to keep from jostling the toy inside you. But, it’s hard not to squirm in a situation like this; even more so, when he starts to talk, voice raw from the day. 

“Hi, honey,” he breathes, the endearment -- your favorite -- making your heart swell, “almost thought you were already asleep.”

You shake your head, biting back a knowing smile. “No, Sir… I’m still awake, just...watching tv.”

“Yeah?” He says, something skeptical in the tone. Even without his video on, you can almost feel his gaze burning a hole in your expression. Like he’s inspecting it, picking it apart for clues. He must find one, because he hums lowly; a dip in the sound that makes it sound like he’s smirking. “Only watching tv?”

“Y-Yes, Sir…”

“Okay, okay -- what’re you watching? Is it any good?”

Your eyes flicker towards the television to glean what’s playing, but Sir catches you before you can get a good look. “Nuh uh -- eyes over here.” 

Despite your better judgment, you pout, all but caught now, and the expression makes him laugh. He’d had a number of subs before you -- people who had piqued his sexual interest, but never quite held up to any of his other, more innocent expectations. But you ---- even if he wouldn’t call you something as invested as a lover, your personality makes it hard to be anything but endeared to you. Before he knew it, he was in headlong, calling you for sessions a couple times a week, sending gifts even more than that. You’re fun to just exist with, even in this moment as he’s so deliberately toying with you.

“Can’t be too good if you can’t tell me anything about it without looking, huh?” His voice drops, a dangerous timbre taking it, and you feel your body shake. “So you gonna tell me the truth before you get yourself in more trouble?”

A whimper breaks past parted lips and you bite down a little too late to stifle the sound. “T-The toy,” you whisper, clenching around his cock despite him being hundreds or thousands of miles away. The irony isn’t lost on you - if anything, it’s making your need spike. There’s something so odd, but so enticing about the whole thing. “I couldn’t wait, Sir… your cock just looked so good.”

Sir curses near the phone, so close that you swear you can feel the breath of it on your palm. “Jesus...I knew you’d be hungry for it, but I didn’t think it’d get you this much. Breakin’ our number one rule and everything.” You shift on the couch, free hand reaching to pull out the dildo in anticipation of his punishment. It’s likely to be no orgasms for the night which, as disappointing as that is, seems almost worth it for the pleasure of this weight inside you. Then he speaks again, forcing you to pause in your motion.

“Get on your computer ---- I want to see the way I fit inside you. Then, we can talk about your punishment.”

The minutes between your phone call and the start of the call on your laptop are equal parts tantalizing and tortuous. You’ve only broken this rule once prior and ended up having to watch him fuck his hand through two sloppy orgasms before getting sent to bed without touching yourself even once. So the fact that he seems to be inclined to let you keep the dildo in gives you pause.

But it’s the sort that’s almost intoxicating. Your adrenaline is pumping, thighs slick with want, and by the time you’ve gotten the video up and running, you’ve shed your panties completely, legs wedged open with the camera trained between them as directed.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetie… look at that pussy eating me up.” You whine out for him, walls clenching visibly at his words in a reaction that makes him purr. “That good? Everything you thought it would be?”

You nod in a daze, cock drunk even with your hips still, and Sir shifts on the other end, the telltale clink of an open belt alerting you to how good it feels for him too. You’re in two minds to beg him to see, even if it’s just a view of the waist down, when he beats you to the punch. “Take it out --”

You blink, trying to focus on his words enough to make sense of his command. He can see the confusion in your face and has to try not to laugh. “Take it out,” he repeats, “and sit on it. I want to see you take it properly.”

It’s a scramble after that -- you, shifting and guiding the toy out of you until you’re hovering over the tip of it on your knees. Lidded eyes dance towards your laptop as you still there, body wound tight in anticipation, and like many times before, you hold his gaze through the lens as you sink down, down, down onto the dildo he made for you.

If you thought you were full before, you’re certainly learning your lesson. The change in angle has the cock dizzyingly deep, enough that it punches the air out of your lungs. You can feel the balls against your bare skin, a permanent reminder of how much you’ve taken, and when he calls for you again, adoration in the breathy tones, you can’t help but buzz. 

You love to make him proud of you.

His tone is so tender that you nearly forget you’re in trouble and are about to lift your hips and give him a show when he stops you. “You heard what I said, honey,” he teases when your confused expression returns. “I want you to sit on it. You stay right where you are.”

The urge to beg is potent -- a searing kind of desperation that you’ve never minded indulging with him. But before you can form words in your head, let alone out loud, the dildo comes to life inside you, shaking with such force you cry out from the suddenness. Between being full, and the toy revealing itself to be a vibrator, it’s all too much, so much, and you’re falling back into the couch knees shaking beneath you.

“Now, now, don’t give up on me yet,” Sir coos, a distinct click sounding from his side of the screen and confirming your suspicions when the vibrator turns off right after, “you wanted  to feel me, didn’t you?” He pauses long enough for you to nod, gasping in a breath as your teary eyes dance blindly over the screen you wish you could see him on. There’s another click, then a cry as your body arches in an involuntary jolt.

“Then, be a good girl - show me how well you can handle it.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

cevans and steve are both subs imho, sam is a top but anthony is a switch, bucky is a top but seb is a bottom and loki and tom are both subs. thanks for coming to my ted talk

I honestly think Hiddles might be a top ahaha but Loki is def a sub.

[cloudystevie]

i wasn’t planning on making a post like this but ive gotten mentioned in so many of these it only felt right to appreciate all of you! 2020... universally sucked. and i can safely say that i was able to find escape on this website when i first created this blog in May. i was just looking for a way to escape my reality and i would have never expected to start writing my own stories and sharing it with all of you. and as of me writing this post i have 2.8k+ besties who mean the absolute universe to me. i want to thank everyone for making my year that much more memorable <3 i hope we all have bright new opportunities in 2021 and work towards a better self. 

 here are some of my fav authors/fics from this year!

ozarkthedog’s andy barber masterlist! - i can’t even pick just one, all of them are so amazing and filthy and everything i look for in a fic. i’ve went back and re-read this and unimaginable amount of times and i want to thank you for sharing these amazing stories with us!! <3

honeychicanawrites’ cherry bomb masterlist! - this series is my favourite ever. i admire the way you capture emotions and insecurities and how you showcase such a strong and healthy relationship with communication and true love and admiration for one another. (also if you want to check out her mean daddy chris blurbs... you will not be disappointed.)

lilbabycee’s masterlist - i absolutely adore the way you write steve, it’s one of my favourite portrayals of him and i love going back and reading your headcannons because they are so well written. please go read i promise you won’t be disappointed.

stargazingfangirl18′s ransom drysdale masterlist! - nobody writes ransom as well as you do. that’s all. you always render me speechless with your sheer talent. please keep doing what youre doing i fucking love it <3

brattycherubwrites’ masterlist! - rosie i just straight up love your ari headcannons, the amount of times i’ve went back and read them... humiliating but i will never stop. your writing style is so fucking pretty and your whole blog is such an aesthetic i love it!

afriendlyblackhottie’s cevans masterlist! - everytime you post something i scream because you are one of the best smut writers on here. im so glad i found you this year because i simply do not think i could function without your top quality smut. 

and some self appreciation because im sexy :)

guys my age - i am a slut for age gap and a slut for steve rogers thats how this came to be<3 and its done the best so glad to know we’re all whores here

blood and honey - even though this is definitely not my most popular, i absolutely love this series so far. i feel like i could explore and expand my writing in terms of style and creativity and i love a good enemies to lovers :) justice for blood and honey!!!

the devil’s trap - one of the filthiest things ive written and i love it :) also my first fic to reach 1k so its very gorgeous to me :)

tere jisma te nashani - professor barber... need i say more

dearest you said - i never write sub men and dom reader but this was so exciting to write and also branch out of my comfort zone a little :))) (ransom drysdale is a sub. no arguments valid.)

2:27 am - very poetic of me we love to see it :)

tagging all my mutuals whom i love and adore and cherish with everything in me, thank you for helping me this year <3

@steebsbabygirl || @emilykjh || @sunflowercaptian || @iraot || @sapphireplums || @donutloverxo || @gotnofucks || @just-one-ordinary-fangirl || @stainedpomegranatelips || @aikeia || @fallinforevans || @vocalharry || @fallinfortom || @ballyhoobarnes || @mypoisonedvine || @lovelyblxckgirl || @avintagekiss24 || @autumnrose40 || @americasass91 || @babyyhoneyydarling || @dadplease || @evansweaters || @feliciahardyn || @farfromtommy || @frostedfavesmain || @gyllenhaalstories || @geniedetails || @honeychicanawrites || @honeyloverogers || @brattycherub || @hermayone || @ilovemarvel-andcats || @jack-skellingtons-stuff || @kleohoneyao3 || @milfzaynmalik || @mianorth || @manyuwus || @nsfwsebbie || @punani || @peachyteabuck || @queenbeean || @tasteslikeblueberries || @worksby-d || @whohaveibeenletting || @whoreforchris || @zaddychris || @lovelyhoneybeewrites || @buckysbunny || @savior-adriana || @devilsbaby-doll ||

and i have reached my tag limit, theres a lot more people i wish to tag and maybe i can figure it out in a reblog or something? anyways love u sexy whores <3333333333 thank u<333333