steve rogers has always been americaâs golden boy, leading earthâs mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so itâs only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.
I imagine bunny sending these types of videos to Chris while heâs away filming just to tease him but to also show him just how much she misses him.
i just woke up and now i want to suck on some titties đ”âđ«đ”âđ« anyway, chris would lose his mind and when he gets his time to himself, heâs calling you with his hand fisting his cock with a gasp of your name,âbunny, fuck, you tease, wish i buried in that tight fucking pussy and making those thigh shakeâŠâ
âchrisâŠ.â
âf-fuckâŠgonna cum thinking about those tits, about that ass, babe, how good my dick would look between those cheeksâŠâ
Princess being so subby that sucking is all on her mind especially if she's been feeling that way all day- she's laying with bucky (who's shirtless because. Yes.) And just starts sucking his tittys like he's mommy, I feel like the first time it happens he'd be confused but after that's it's just constant a occurance, happens at least once a month.
Bucky gets so hard when she sucks on his nipples, and when Nat finds outâŠâBucky, babe, do you like having your nipples played with?â
âShut up, Nat.â
Natasha smirked, joining you and licking over his other nipple, nipping. She pulls at it with her teeth as he groans.
âNatâŠfuck.â
You pull over his nipple, licking your lips, feeling how hard Bucky was under you.âDaddyâŠcan i suck on your cock?â
Bucky smirked, running his metal hand over your cheeks.âOh, princess, of course you can. My cock is all yours, and mommyâs.â
hello! may you write a fluff including the numbers 13, 16, and 17, from list B? with Chris Evans (or Stevie)
everything i want
pairing // chris evans x fem!reader
summary // chrisâs fans are particularly mean after an article surfaces, commenting on your relationship and chris helps you with the hurt that follows.
word count // 702
warnings // angst, hateful comments, fluff, insecurities, chris is so soft đ„ș
prompts used // #13: âYou make me feel safe.â â #16: âWhy are you crying?â â #17: âNothing is wrong with you.â
chris evans masterlist
being in a relationship with the captain america, the face of well, superheros alike, it was hard. you knew that when you started dating chris. that tmz and other media outlets would find the smallest things to bother you with, to say about you. and that even some of the people who claimed to be his fans would disapprove of you.
but disapproval was too kind of a word to use.
and he could only ever tell you one thing in response, "just don't look at it. none of that stuff is true, they're just being hateful."
he'd blocked handfuls of accounts that were extra nasty, but it was like they just kept spawning new ones. he'd even gone as far as to make posts to defend you, saying that if these people were truly his fans then they wouldn't be so hateful to the person that he loves.
and it was even worse after you went to an awards ceremony with him, a picture of him kissing your cheek plastered to the cover of every media outlet the very next day. too good to be true? as it's title. the entire article just stated that his "fans" were noticing how your relationship was seeming more and more like a pr stunt with each passing day. how he looked like he wasn't in love with you, and how he seemed as though he couldn't wait to get away from you.
he'd run out to the store before you woke up, so he wasn't there when you read the article. but as soon as chris walked back into the house, his brows furrowed in confusion when he wasn't met by dodger's goofy grin. or yours for that matter.
he placed his purchases on the counter in the kitchen and made his way down the hall and into your shared bedroom, where you'd been crying softly, phone still in hand.
"baby? why are you crying?" chris questioned as he entered the room, his face contorted in confusion. "did something happen?"
you shook your head and tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks, looking away from him. "no, no, it's stupid. i'm okay." you tried to assure him, your voice cracking on the last word, which only made you cry harder.
"oh, honey, c'mere," he pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly until you could calm down a bit. "what happened?"
you told him about the article in a shaky voice, having to stop to take deep breaths every now and then. "what if they're right? what if you really are falling out of love with me, y'know? then that means they've been right since day one and that there really is something wrong with me."
"nothing is wrong with you," chris shook his head, his face saddening as he looked at you. "i promise you, you're everything i've ever wanted and more."
"why are you with me, chris?" you whispered, afraid to look into his deep blue eyes. "i'm nothing special. i'm not famous, i can barely cook and i have a job that barely pays me over the minimum wage. i'm filled with issues and-"
"you make me feel safe," chris cut you off, his hand moving to hold yours. "when i'm with you, i don't have to be anyone that i'm not. i don't have to worry about how i come across or what i'm dressed in. i don't have to worry about forgetting what i'm gonna say because i know you don't care about any of that shit. because i know that no matter what, you're gonna love me for me. and that's all i've ever wanted."
"of course i'm gonna love you for you, chris. you're an amazing person, who wouldn't love you?"
"who wouldn't love you?" he countered, raising a brow at you, "i know i do, more than anything."
"i love you too, bubba," you hummed quietly, hugging him tightly, "sorry i'm such a mess all the time."
"hey, no. i'm with you for all of that, the good and the bad, okay? we have bad days sometimes and that's okay, too because you don't have to go through it alone anymore. i got you."
Summary: you attend a charity event with Chris. He realizes your social battery is dead and takes you home
Word Count: Drabble
A/n: I really wanted to write a short fan fic about this because I suffer from this and I know other people do too. So I decided on Chris dating someone who wasn't famous and used to being in the spotlight(I'm honestly not sure if I like this fic or not though) The fic isn't dark but if mentions of anxiety upset please don't read.
Also I have been working on making a masterlist but it's been challenging lol. Hopefully I'll have it up soon. Requests are open so feel free to dm me or leave an ask! Would love to hear your thoughts on this too! Hope you enjoy the fic!âșïž
You sipped the glass of champagne, the fizzy bubbles tickling your throat. The band played soft jazz music. Chris was busy talking with another A-list celebrity, who you didn't really much care. You agreed to go because it sounded exciting and you knew how important it was to Chris. The wine-red dress you wore seemingly clung to you like an uncomfortable second skin.
You felt like everyone was watching you; you knew that was ridiculous. Everyone was too busy having a good time to pay you any mind. Nevertheless you felt a million eyes on you.
The excitement you felt in the beginning had now died away. The conversations now just a dull buzz in the back of your head. Your hand tightened on Chris's arm. Your thoughts started to become a rush in your head. The music, the people it was all becoming too much. Too overwhelming. Your body felt tired, the fatigue slamming you.
Tears started to prick your eyes but you refused to cry. Your nails were digging into his arm unbeknownst to you. Chris looked down at you when he felt you tighten against him. He saw your foot tapping nervously against the floor something you always did once your anxiety got bad; he saw the tears you refused to let fall. "It was great talking to you but I think we should get going," he said to the man he was talking to, politely ending the conversation.
"We leaving already?" You asked. You didn't want him to leave because of you. "I think it's time I got you home," he said softly. You looked up at him and smiled but Chris could tell you weren't doing good.
***
You stepped out of the shower feeling slightly better. During the car ride home you had been quiet withdrawn into yourself as your insecurities clawed at you. Chris was laying on the bed waiting for you. He knew you struggled with being shoved into the spotlight that came with dating him and he was always very understanding, battling anxiety himself.
You pulled on one of shirts, his scent enveloping you. You crawled into bed and pressed against him, desperate to be close to him. "How about tomorrow you and I just stay home? We can have a movie day or something. We can just relax the two of us. Does that sound good baby?" He asked.
You nodded against his chest. "That sounds great actually," you said. "I'm sorry you had to leave," you added. "You don't have to apologize it's not your fault. Besides I'd much rather stay in with you," He said, tilting your head up to give you a kiss.
He shifted the two of you so his front was pressed against your back. You closed your eyes and you could feel your body relaxing. You felt safe in Chris's arms and you focused on the warmth of his chest to re-center yourself. A day in was just you needed.
Dewdrop wedding dress shopping and Ran taking her in the dressing room. No fucks given on how loud they are or who hears them đ„Ž. Also Ransom doesnât believe in the superstition of not seeing Dew in the dress before their wedding; mans has to see how heâll take his girl during the reception đ
this is so ransom like she totally doesnât get her dress with him but he goes wedding dress shopping once đđ she does want it to be a surprise when she walks down the idea
Natasha watching you sink down on his cock, tight little walls clinging to his thick cock as Nat pushes your hips downs.âDo you like daddyâs big cock stretching your pussy, princess?â
You nodded, gasping as you clench around his cock as Bucky lays back and makes you and Nat do the work with a big smirk of his face.
âYes, yes, Mommy, I love his cock, Iâitâs so big, I can barely..take itâŠâ
âBut you will, cause youâre a good girl,âBucky growled,âArenât you?â
âYes, daddy,âYou cried out, letting Natasha control your thrusts and suck on your tits.
âThatâs it, baby, fuck, daddyâs cock looks so good in your tight little pussy, you want him to cum in you, breed you?âNatasha pinched you nipple harshly.
âYes! Whatever daddy wants, what you want, mommy,âYou whined.
âWhat a fucking good girl,âNatasha purred,âYou hear that, Daddy? Whatever we wantâŠâ
âOh I have so many fucking ideasâŠâBucky groaned.
i know itâs not a lights, camera, action au day butttt chris chokes bunny with his bicep when heâs hitting it from behind (especially on days when sheâs been really bratty) and heâs in her ear like âyouâre such a fucking brat. always need me between your fucking legs. been acting fucking stupid all day so iâd come over here and shut you up with me cock?â and sheâs just whimpering with her eyes rolling back.
um oneâŠhow daare you make this hornyâŠ.
bunny beinh absolutely dumb after this, like sheâs brainless as he fucks her with his bicep around her and pounding into her,âmy stupid little brat, just needed my cock to turn that dumb baby brain off, didnât you?â and you canât even form a coherent sentence cause you feel so good and hot as your nails dig into his arm
what about nat and bucky getting into a little argument about like whos gonna help princess do something one day, but theyâre both stressed from work/etc and princess overhears this and feels as though sheâs just the burden of their relationship. princess tried to leave or like do a big girl thing for herself and when nat and bucky ask why she explains that she overheard and didnât wanna make mommy and daddy more stressy but they just get all fluffy and explain why they said those things :â)
âPrincess, what the hell are you doing?â Natasha asked, knowing you feel little today and didnât understand why you were making yourself dinner when Bucky and her had been arguing for an hour about which one of them was going to do it.
Bucky was behind her with a frown,âWe weâre going to that.â
âI didnât wantâŠyou guys were fighting!â I donât want..I donât wanna be a burdenâŠI can do it myself, you donât need to care of me.â You said with tears in your eyes.
Bucky and Nat shared a soft glance before they were crowding you. They turned off the stove where you had made a very terrible pancake that was definitely burnt.
âHey, no, we like taking care of you,âBucky whispered,âWe were arguing because weâre stressed about work, not about you, baby.â
âAre you sure?âYou asked.
âOh, princess, you are never a burden,âNat promised.âItâs our pleasure to take care of you.â
nnnffffffffff iâm frothing at the mouth i canât he would be so cocky about it with your soaking pussy dragging against his abs, little gasps leaving your lips while you grind helplessly against him trying to chase that oh so good feeling. âjust canât help yourself, can you, bunny? go on, make a mess.â
God I just really want Chris to groan âmineâ against my pussy before dipping his tongue into my slick
asdfghjkl this would have me ascend to the astral plane chris leaving beard burn after he comes home from shooting a film ne has she missed you and he wants to show you just how much he did
i saw this tiktok yesterday and when i tell you when he texts "sending you money makes my dick hard" i could only think of ransom and dewdrop.
thatâs so ransom oh my god đ”âđ«đ”âđ« ransom gets so hard when ask for money and beg him for stuff, he likes being needed and taking care of you. like daddy can I have money to get my nails done? daddy can i have money for lingerie?
Ahhhh a collar at the wedding!! Imagine it says daddyâs wife and you just know it takes everything in ransoms power not to lose it right then and there as she walks down the aisle
Okay hear me out, a white lace collar for the actual wedding thatâs all pretty and aesthetic but for the reception you change in this leather white collar that says daddyâs wife but you change without telling him and he just â- loses his mind like goes đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ« he canât think and maybe you give him a little leash with a smirk and say âfor laterâ and heâs like holy fuck
you watch the knife flip skillfully in Buckyâs hand, shifting your weight and squirming as you feel yourself dripping down your thighs. his dangerous gaze is shielded by locks of dark hair, a black mask pulled up over his mouth. Buckyâs silver vibranium arm glints under the moonlight shining through the window, illuminating him, so he almost appeared ethereal. tight, black combat pants cling to his muscular thighs, his abs and strong chest left on display for you.
your lips part as the blade of his knife slices through the thin silk adoring your body, the only thing concealing every inch of you from the soldierâs view. you shiver as the cold air surrounds your body, left unprotected. your heart races faster as the blade of Buckyâs knife presses to the column of your throat, daring you to squirm.
âbetter be still, doll.â he doesnât press hard enough to break your skin, but the tip barely scratches you as the sharp knife glides down the valley of your breasts. you can practically hear Buckyâs smirk behind the mask as he presses the flat of the blade to your nipple, watching it harden under the icy steel. âlook at you, fucking creaming just from being touched with my knife. messy slut.â
you gasp at the words, your belly pressing up slightly against the knife as his metallic fingers circle your dripping hole. âcareful. hold still and Iâll reward you.â you donât have time to process the command before a sting bursts through your skin, warmth dripping down from the place where heâs pierced you. you forget about the pain when his tongue joins his fingers at your pussy, simple letters being carved into the skin between your hips. J B B âyouâre mine.â
are we talking about abs riding? with daddy chris? don't mind if i let something fall out of my pockets :)
chris would be so breathless with this, hands on your ass and groping you,âthatâs it, baby, take what you need, you little slut,â as you fuck yours on him while whining his name a whore just for him
