in a nutshell: admitting to Chris that you have cheated on him
I fucked up.
I knew I fucked up.
There were no words to describe how horrible I truly felt about my doings. One minute I am having the best time at a movie premier with a man I truly love and the next minute I am fucked into oblivion by a man I don’t even know. Well, kind of at least. I did know of him. I heard many amazing stories about his capabilities in bed. Rumours spread around extremely quickly in Hollywood and there is no denying in that.
Seven days. Seven whole days it has taken me to collect myself and tell Chris. He didn’t believe it at first. He didn’t believe it at second or third or fourth either.
He did believe it when I told him how the man did me. Where and for how long he did me. That is when he believed me.
I bit my lower lip, looking at Chris who was sat at a table. The silence between us was lasting too long. I couldn’t stand it.
‘Was it me, Y/N?’ He asked, finally looking up at me. I opened my mouth although no words flew out. All of sudden my ability to form sentences was gone and I couldn’t restore it for the life of me. ‘Please, tell me. Tell me what it was. I wanna know what was missing. Something must’ve been missing if you decided you want to get fucked by a different man. Now I wonder if you was faking every pathetic moan that those lips of yours let out whenever I was inside of you. I wanna know what the problem was, tell me, ’ He spat, I could tell he was getting angrier and angrier each second.
I was lacking an answer. Truly, I had no idea what to tell him. I was drunk and stupid, that was it. Was it a valuable excuse that should make him want to forgive me? No, absolutely not. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I was in his shoes. I knew I wouldn’t. My pride and my emotional damage from the past wouldn’t allow me to forgive him.
‘Tell me what it fucking was!’ He shouted; his voice sounded out in the whole room. Even Doger looked up, getting awaken from his nap. He always tried to defend me by growling at Chris whenever we had a disagreement. The poor creature was probably ready to do it right now even though I was the only person that was worthy of a loud bark.
‘No, it wasn’t you. I cannot explain what it was. All I can say is that I am sorry. I don’t know what else to tell you, I truly don’t.’ I shrugged my arms, was I looking careless? Probably, because Chris looked in a way that was unfamiliar with me, it was strange to me.
‘You’re just a fucking slut, you know that, right? You’re a piece of fucking shit,’ He spat, piercing a whole in my face. I didn’t want to defend myself; he was right.
‘Was it worth it? Huh?’ He raised his eyebrows, coming nearer my body. I didn’t move, I felt frozen. A part of me, a sickly confused part of me, wanted him to fuck me up. I deserved it. I needed him to beat me up, mess me up, whatever. I was worthy of that. ‘Fucking speak up!’ He shouted again., pushing me back. I managed to balance myself enough not to fall, swallowing a huge lump in my throat.
The dog jumped up from the coach, running towards us while loudly yapping at the man in front of him. We both looked at him. Chris with pity more than anything else.
‘Your mummy is a cunt, Dodger. Don’t defend her.’ He said with an evil laugh, shaking his head. Was it comical? Slightly, yes. He was upset and he knew the screams won’t help. Going back in time and changing what has happened between us was not an option.
He mumbled a few curse words as he walked around the house, collecting his wallet and car keys. It was late and he was angry, driving probably was not the best option right now. I should’ve said something but how would I even say that. I had no authority over him now.
If I could go back in time, I would’ve declined that date offer he gave me on a set couple of years ago. I didn’t deserve him. Right now, he has probably hated me more than anyone else in the world but overall, I have hated myself so much since my own creation that his intensified feelings could still never compete with my dysfunctional way of thinking.
I have done it again. I self-sabotaged myself. I have done it purposefully. The relationship was too good to be true, so I have managed to mess it up as I felt like this was what I deserve. To lose someone so beautiful should be a sin. I was definitely going to hell anyway, but this only made my portfolio richer in Satan’s eyes.
‘Take all your shit and get the fuck out of my house, you understand that? I want you gone by the time I’m back,’ He didn’t even look at me. He sounded firm and certain but his emotions where completely unclear to me. I didn’t even stop him. There was no point of doing so. Was I supposed to comfort him? I think he would have tried to kill me if I even touched him.
I watched him leave. He wasn’t only leaving the house that we once happily shared. He was leaving the life that we once happily shared.
request: i need a smut but like with a lot of dirt talk!!!!!!!!!! it can be really short i just need some sexy talk PLS
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: rough smut, language, breeding kink
wordcount: 592
p.s i c you lot are horny as shit innit
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His thrusts penetrated my insides completely. I was screaming out loud, my screams were most definitely perfectly heard throughout the house. We were alone, so I was not afraid to shout as loud as possible. I knew how it excited him, how it turned him on. I sensed his responses to my own thrill. His muscles flexed all over, which I felt as he squeezed my thigh tighter. One of his hands was choking my neck, holding it firmly. He cut off my access to air, making me feel even more aroused. It was one of the things I learned to love during our relationship. I loved when he was rough and firm with me. I adored when he was owning me, owning my body. I worshiped it when he made me know who I belong to.
“So. Fucking. Tight” He breathed down my neck, the hairs around his beard tickled my jawline. “And so mine.” He added as he pounded harder. I let out a loud moan, feeling myself exploding under his touch. “I want to hear you say it. Say it, you slut.” Chris ordered. His voice was raspy, his hot breath smacked the skin on my face.
“I’m all yours, daddy. I-I am all yours.” I pleaded, completely giving in to the intense experience he was giving me.
My words worked like a charm, almost acted like a spell. Chris lifted his body up, towering fully over me. I loved feeling his lips against my neck as he pounded into me, but watching his eyes filled with lust was just as sensual.
“Tell daddy how badly you want him to cum inside of you. Tell him how you love when he’s filling you up with his load. I wanna hear how fucking bad you desire me to breed your little cunt.” He commanded again. The grip on his neck tightened even more. His balls were hitting my body hard. A characteristic, erotic sound bounced against the walls in the room.
If only he knew how hard it was for me to talk. To focus on something else than his dick giving me the ultimate treatment. Chris knew exactly how to make my body act stupid.
“I want all of it, daddy. I want to feel you deep inside of me. I never want to stop feeling you. All of you. Your cum belongs inside of me. I want to be a good girl and hold it for you in my princess place.” I managed to do as I was told. My words were shaky, I felt my whole body tremble.
His thrusts were getting faster, stronger, more and more dominant. I screamed loudly, as my walls tightly hugged his dick. Orgasm infected my whole body, giving me an overwhelming feeling of joy. Fuck, only he could make me feel all of this. I felt him pressing harder against my thigh, digging his fingers onto my skin. I heard him curse under his breath as he finished inside of me, releasing his cum deep inside of my hole. I licked my lips; I couldn’t help myself. I was completely devoted to him.
“I hope you’re ready for more, princess. Give me a minute and we’re going again. I want you to feel load inside of you for the rest of the day.” A devilish smirk appeared on his face as his hand grabbed a hold of my chin. I nodded, although there was barely any strength left in me. I needed to resist him, but I couldn’t. He was addictive.
request: Can you do something with Chris sleeping with a friend? Maybe she comes and stays over and it snowed to hard for her to leave. They watch a movie and drink a little and it leads to rough sex on the couch?
pairing: chris evans x fem!black!reader
warnings: language, smut
word count: 2k
p.s i’m sorry for being inactive! i’m fine, just lazy
from the prompt list: maybe 36 (fluff) and 9 (smut)? write it for whoever you want!
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: cursing, oral sex (male receiving)
word count: 1.1k
p.s the prompts list can be found on my profile (if you want to request a number/s). i will be taking requests for a limited time (basically until i get bored)
Some evenings were so obvious, almost as if they were planned. Whenever the air tasted of sexual tension, the two felt it right from the beginning of the evening. Not even twenty minutes have passed since the word ‘Netflix' appeared on the TV screen and they were already all over one another on the couch. Following the make out session the scene they both perfectly crafted moved elsewhere.
Staring into his breath-taking eyes, she slowly stepped down to her knees. Her gaze was concentrated on him as if he were a beautiful painting hanged on the wall of a renowned museum. His acts were no different. He viewed her with great fascination, observing the slightest movement on her part. For him, she was the most precious thing that has ever existed. He was never before acquainted with the feeling with which he became close buddies once their love bloomed.
She slowly unbuttoned his pants. It didn't take long before his cock jumped up before her eyes, already hard and stiff from the excitement. A trembling, dry breath flew out his mouth. Chris used to feel shame whenever the blood rush happened this quick but managed to overcome this draining emotion. Only she was able to arouse such intense feelings within him; his whole body reacted with eagerness and desire that he had never experienced before knowing her. He was proud of being with someone who makes him feel this way.
Her movements stopped for a second, eyes locked on him in an observant gaze. Her plump lips were still wet from previous doings, drool slowly running down her chin, landing imperceptibly on the floor between her thighs.
It didn't take long for him to turn his gaze downward, staring directly at the woman in front of him. Devoid of a warm and wet tongue on a hard erection, he reacted quickly. At first, he merely raised his eyebrows as if he were asking her a wordless question. He was clueless of her intentions but the realisation that she might just be toying with him hit him rather quickly. Driving him crazy, joking with his patience seemed to become her hobby. Being the only one aware of his present need for release she could afford to toy him about. How terribly his body desired and dreamed of her pleasing him, nobody could truly comprehend.
“Why’d you stop?” His voice was definitely dissatisfied. His tone showed that he wanted more. The man was now in a blissful moment, necessitating her lips around his member to accomplish his dream feeling.
A small smile was an answer to his requests. Usually when she saw him in such a blissful state, she just paused to tease him. It was something she enjoyed a lot and she probably knew it well. However, this time she broke her act off other reasons, wanting to focus for a moment on his beautiful face. That manly jaw that clenched every time her mouth sucked harder on his penis. Those beautiful eyes filled with desire and longing that stared at her attentively as if she were the only existing woman in the whole entire world.
She was ashamed to admit it, but she could write a long, exhausting essay about how much she admires and appreciates his beauty. Being with him often made her feel unworthy but at the present moment owning him made her experience proudness and boldness that she felt relatively rarely.
Her lips returned to work, gifting his dick with another dose of tenderness. At first, Chris wished to ask about the reason for prior interruption but was successfully stopped. However, he made a mental note in his head to inquire about the cause of her pause after achieving his lustful goal. Moving her head back and forth, she swallowed him hole, just as he wished. The tip hit the back of her throat, initiating a rough and deep groan to come out of his mouth like a smooth, sexual song.
“Just like that baby, don’t stop,” His pleas effectively urged her to continue. Shortly after, the whole room was filled with groans and characteristic choking sounds. Chris helped his current play toy by clutching her hair in between his hands. He began to rock his hips, aligning his movements with hers. Her full lips were overflowing with his length which made him gasp louder than originally envisioned. Of course, he didn't want to hurt her, he had no desire to make this pretty, sweet woman feel any pain whatsoever. More so, if he could, he would have saved her from every possible painful existing thing.
Cruel to admit but right about now he had no care for her comfort, wanting only to overflow her mouth with his creamy load. Her cheeks were tightly held in his two hands. He looked at her questioningly to ensure that fucking her beautiful lips was not a task she was unable to undertake. In response, Chris got a big, mischievous smile. It was even sexier when her face was covered by a mixture of her saliva and wet tears caused by her partner's sharp movements. Unable to speak, she still told him precisely what she was thinking of - I trust you. Do it, her face screamed.
He continued, this time without holding back, without ensuring this darling face of hers feel any ease at all. His movements were decisive and full of strength. Both his hands pressed tightly against her cheeks, mercilessly squeezing the both of them. He fucked her lips with dominance, forcing himself all the way down her poor throat. Chris didn't even think of pausing while his partner choked on his length. Her face expression was rather pathetic and sad at the moment; oceans of tears escaped from her eyes, which made her makeup (or rather just its remains) was over her face like an abstract painting.
His movements were on-going for a short moment. Her eyes glazed even more as his cum exploded inside her pretty mouth. "Fuck, baby. So fucking good," He commented, a blissful tone escaping his throat and a devilish smile placed on his lips. Chris let his partner normalise her breath, allowing her cheeks previously placed in the palms of his hands go. Her ass fell to the ground, landing comfortably between her calves due to the position her body was in. She looked up at him, staring intensely as if awaiting a sign. Chris looked down, giving her a knowing look, permitting herself to continue with her action. Just as if she were taking an order, the girl stuck out her tongue, showing off the traces of his sperm placed on her tongue before swallowing it all.
"Good girl," Sending a look of approval, his face brightened as his muscles relaxed. Moving his gaze down at her face, he flicked a few loose curls attached to her cheeks from the remaining saliva. "Now, daddy will take care of you, huh?" He smiled in his trademark manner and leaned down to steal a wet, dirty kiss from his lover.
p.s this workpiece is set in an alternative reality. this is a professor!chris one shot + i imagined y/n as a black girl, but i hope every single one of you lovely people will read!
request: i need a smut but like with a lot of dirt talk!!!!!!!!!! it can be really short i just need some sexy talk PLS
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: rough smut, language, breeding kink
wordcount: 592
p.s i c you lot are horny as shit innit
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His thrusts penetrated my insides completely. I was screaming out loud, my screams were most definitely perfectly heard throughout the house. We were alone, so I was not afraid to shout as loud as possible. I knew how it excited him, how it turned him on. I sensed his responses to my own thrill. His muscles flexed all over, which I felt as he squeezed my thigh tighter. One of his hands was choking my neck, holding it firmly. He cut off my access to air, making me feel even more aroused. It was one of the things I learned to love during our relationship. I loved when he was rough and firm with me. I adored when he was owning me, owning my body. I worshiped it when he made me know who I belong to.
“So. Fucking. Tight” He breathed down my neck, the hairs around his beard tickled my jawline. “And so mine.” He added as he pounded harder. I let out a loud moan, feeling myself exploding under his touch. “I want to hear you say it. Say it, you slut.” Chris ordered. His voice was raspy, his hot breath smacked the skin on my face.
“I’m all yours, daddy. I-I am all yours.” I pleaded, completely giving in to the intense experience he was giving me.
My words worked like a charm, almost acted like a spell. Chris lifted his body up, towering fully over me. I loved feeling his lips against my neck as he pounded into me, but watching his eyes filled with lust was just as sensual.
“Tell daddy how badly you want him to cum inside of you. Tell him how you love when he’s filling you up with his load. I wanna hear how fucking bad you desire me to breed your little cunt.” He commanded again. The grip on his neck tightened even more. His balls were hitting my body hard. A characteristic, erotic sound bounced against the walls in the room.
If only he knew how hard it was for me to talk. To focus on something else than his dick giving me the ultimate treatment. Chris knew exactly how to make my body act stupid.
“I want all of it, daddy. I want to feel you deep inside of me. I never want to stop feeling you. All of you. Your cum belongs inside of me. I want to be a good girl and hold it for you in my princess place.” I managed to do as I was told. My words were shaky, I felt my whole body tremble.
His thrusts were getting faster, stronger, more and more dominant. I screamed loudly, as my walls tightly hugged his dick. Orgasm infected my whole body, giving me an overwhelming feeling of joy. Fuck, only he could make me feel all of this. I felt him pressing harder against my thigh, digging his fingers onto my skin. I heard him curse under his breath as he finished inside of me, releasing his cum deep inside of my hole. I licked my lips; I couldn’t help myself. I was completely devoted to him.
“I hope you’re ready for more, princess. Give me a minute and we’re going again. I want you to feel load inside of you for the rest of the day.” A devilish smirk appeared on his face as his hand grabbed a hold of my chin. I nodded, although there was barely any strength left in me. I needed to resist him, but I couldn’t. He was addictive.
p.s it’s still fuck dem kids over here but i was in the mood
Looking through old photos I smiled at memories coming back to my head. Being pregnant and hormonal made me more emotional than I have ever been. I hated that but there were some positives of my newest state. I appreciated everything around me a million, or a billion, times more. I loved, appreciated, and cherished my family and my loved ones more than ever.
“Aw, look how cute you look here,” Chris poked my cheek as he sat himself next to me on the coach. I laughed in response, handing him printed pictures that I have already viewed. Those photographs of me were taken when I was a little girl. I could recall myself always smiling and getting myself in trouble. Of course, pictures couldn’t quite capture the reality of the past events, but they were a great reminder of the days that made my childhood so special.
“You know, I hope we have a girl. A beautiful, beautiful girl like her mummy. With stunning, divine hair as yours. With deep brown eyes as yours. With this perfect, infectious smile as yours. I cannot wait, baby,” You could here the honesty in his voice. His hand rested comfortably on your enlarged stomach and softly massaged your skin. You let out a small whimper, feeling extremely relaxed by his gentle touch. Not to mention his words that once again ensured you that there was no better choice of a baby daddy than Chris.
“Huh, Chris wants to be a daddy?” I teased him, placing my leg over his knee. His free hand squeezed the skin on my thigh as he sent me little smirk. He loved when I referred to him as a future daddy. We used to use this word in a different context but now it was purely applied when talking about parenthood. Sometimes I wondered if his kinks would go back to what they were prior to pregnancy or they would disappear completely. Recently sex was rarely a thing since I could barely move at all times. Some days I was convinced I totally forgot how to do it, no matter how absurd it sounded.
“Chris does want to be a daddy,” He winked at me, leaning towards my face to link our lips in a small kiss. My hand travelled to his cheek, caressing it gently as my body shifted closer to his. He moved away slightly and sent me a big smile before his large arms locked me in a hug. I felt so safe and comfortable in this moment. I enjoyed it so, so much.
“I can’t wait, baby. I love you both so much already” Chris whispered into my ear, biting it gently before hugging me even tighter. Thinking of his words, the sudden inflow of anxiety attacked my body. I started questioning whether he would be happy if we had a boy instead. I had a feeling I was pregnant with a boy, but I never really mentioned it to him. We promised ourselves we won’t check the child’s gender and have a big surprise when they are born. I never regretted that decision, I was just sure that I am pregnant with a boy. I suppose you could call that an instinct, right?
“Daddy will love them no matter who they are and who they choose to be.” His words travelled to my ears, calming my nervous instantly. A small smile appeared on my face; I could not stop the sudden feeling of happiness. At that moment, I felt ready to become a mum to someone who was already adored beyond words. This was what I have always wanted.
merry xmas to those who celebrate! i gave back this year and i encourage everyone who is able to do so to donate money, food or anything else (literally anything like clothes u haven’t been wearing) to those in need. it’s been tough for all of us this year therefore i hope that you are all well. prioritize yourself because you are important.
love you, have a safe one x
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warnings: none
Chris loved Christmas and he was the reason why you adored it as well. He was so energetic and positive during the holidays. He made every single minute during those days cheerful and fun. With him Christmas became one of the most pleasurable times of the year.
This year everything was different for obvious reasons. You both decided to stay at home by yourselves. This decision was hard to make but it seemed right. Seeing his family and moving on to see yours would mean contact with too many individuals.
You were staring at him with a big grin as you two were cuddling on the couch. This year Christmas was a quiet one, but he was still as delighted as ever. Chris was squealing with excitement for days while decorating the house and the tree, cooking delicious foods, and watching themed movies. His happiness was peaking this morning while unwrapping tons of boxes that you have gifted him with. Although he looked and acted happy you could not stop thinking about how much happier he would be if social-distancing was not the only available option.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t see your family this year, baby,” A sympathetic smile landed on your face as you massaged Chris’ arm. This season was never as important to you as it was to him. Additionally, you were not as close to your family as he was. This was the reason behind your constant worrying regarding his well-being. It has been a minute since he was reunited with the Evans.
“It’s okay, really. I am so happy right now,” He whispered quietly, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your forehead. He was a master at cuddling and being affectionate with you and quite frankly you loved it. Who wouldn’t, c’mon? “I am here, with my favourite girl and I love it. Seriously, I love it. So much.” He finished off, looking at your eyes when his thumb landed on your bottom lip.
“So am I, baby,” You mumbled while squeezing his arm. Giving him a wink, you kissed the skin on his thumb before jumping over his body. Comfortably, you let your head rest on his chest. His strong hands wrapped around your body, ensuring you are locked in his solid hug.
“You’re gonna say something else, aren’t ya?” He laughed, tickling your sides with a big grin spread across his handsome face.
He was right - you always had something to say. The issue was Chris often kept things to himself and reacted irrationally to his unresolved feelings later on. This was one of his biggest cons. Being emotional and secretive somehow did not go down too well. However, today was not meant to be spend talking about serious issues. Some part of you wanted to participate in a deep conversation but you gave in. You needed to let the both of you have a quiet evening. You needed to be stuck in the moment. A perfect, personal, pleasing moment with a loved one. Both of you deserved a stress free time.
“Not this time, mister. I’m gonna leave it alone,” You mumbled back, raising your chin just to send him a dreadful look. “I love you, baby.” You muttered, probably sounding sleepier than you were. Your head was quick to cuddle him back, needing the rest in the arms of the lover after the whole day.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I always will.” He finished off, sounding way cheesier than originally indented. His lips left a sweet kiss on the top of your head, hand stroking your back with care. Unintentionally, Chris smiled to himself before engaging his eyes with the film playing on the TV.
Hello! Can you do one in which Chris meets the (super famous too) reader when they are presenting an Oscar and they immediately become good friends and he flirts with her and maybe even takes her number?
i’m gonna do this as a short imagine (something i’m trying to start now) i hope u like it ♥️xxx
wordcount: 932
warnings: none
Chris’ pov:
I didn’t really understand nor know why I felt so nervous tonight. Presenting an award was something I have done many times in the past. Remembering the day, I found out I will walk out with JLO around my arm I was convinced I’m going to shit myself, but I did fine. Tonight, was different. As I looked at my reflection wearing a tight fit grey suit, I was drowning in my own thoughts.
You were behind it I was convinced. Everyone in the show-biz seemed very interested in you and I was one of them. You were talented and beautiful, what more could you want from an actress, right? Something about you was captivating to me I could not explain it. I never met you, you never met me, but I still were able to formulate those wild feelings towards you. I hated that.
I could admit I was having a crush on you. Not to you though, obviously. But to everyone who was close to me. Apart from my brother, he had the biggest mouth of all.
As I prepared to walk out, I reminisced some more. Oscars used to be bittersweet for me, always. I constantly thought about how unworthy of one I really am. It made me doubt by skills as an actor. At the same time, I was thankful, so thankful for the fact that I was there. For the recognition and opportunity that came my way and made me the figure I was today. Maybe with age I grew out of jealously and were unable to put myself down at every given chance.
The whole thing happened so quickly. I had a few seconds to admire your dress, your hair, your makeup, and your killer body before we were quite literally pushed out on the stage. Presenting the actors for the category and letting you announce the winner was a brief moment. It was all a blur. We did well but this was the last time I let my manager set me up to this before allowing me to practice with my partner for the night prior to introducing.
After we walked out the main stage, I let a gasp of relief out. The air felt thick and difficult to process as stress gradually escaped my body. For a second there I failed to remember you were here with me, so close, almost to close for my testosterone’s liking.
“Hi!” Your voice cracked down my train of thought, instigating me to glace at yourself. I smiled involuntary as my eyes scanned your face. Now, that our gazes were linked I could confirm that you were way prettier than I thought. “I’m so happy you were up there with me tonight, you know? You are so much more interesting than me and all the eyes will be on you instead. Thank God for that,” I furrowed my eyes at your words. Nonsense, I thought. You were gorgeous and only a fool would rather focus on me instead of you. Of course, those phrases could never actually leave my mouth for real.
“I hope not, God. I know you did way better than me. I was nervous so they will probably be able to tell,” I laughed out loud as I slowly made my way to the main sitting room for the attendees. I figured you took the hint and walked as well since your heels made the familiar stepping sound as you sped up to walk by my side.
“You’re hot so they will be looking at you more,” You winked at me with a small smirk, forcing me to form a similar smile on my own lips. You shouldn’t be taking to me like that. You had no idea how badly I wanted to take that damn dress off of you since I noticed you.
“Oh, and you’re not hot too, missy?” I poked you with my elbow, eyeing you as if you were crazy. I limited myself to this though. I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries and say something that will make me look like a creep. And get me a cover page of some trash magazine too in case you wanted to ruin my career. I wasn’t expecting that from you, but I didn’t know you and anything was possible. No denial in that,
“You’re funny,” Your eyes rolled at me, but I could see you were enjoying our little conversation. I wasn’t sure what you meant by your words since I said nothing that was truly humorous, but I attempted not to overthink it too much. I was a master at overthinking, especially when it came to pretty girls like you.
“If you let me get your number, I can demonstrate that I am way funnier that that. Also, if I fail at that task, I have a cute dog that can do all the hard work in impressing ladies department for me,” My hand rested on my chest to highlight the honesty of my words. Your laugh assured me that my flirting was all correct right now. Good because I didn’t know how to flirt with women younger than me.
I nodded as you promised to give me your cell when your assistant comes back with your purse. I was satisfied with that. What man wouldn’t be, fuck, you were stunning. I wasn’t trying to get ahead of myself thought. If a casual friendship were all that could happen from this, I was fine with that. I could already tell I liked your personality. You seemed so…bubbly. I enjoyed it greatly.
p.s this is kinda sad so don’t read if you are already in a bad mood :(
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I helped him move to the shower, he needed cold water to help him sober up. I was intensely surprised by the fact that he is even remotely conscious after emptying that bottle of liquor that he has consumed. It got me wondering about his substance misuse issues, more so if he ever had any in the past.
Carrying this man was a challenge but I owned him after his help after my own drunken nights. I helped him get into the shower and turned on the cold tap. He hissed in a response to an unpleasant feeling of freezing water touching his body. I was unimpressed, he deserved this as a punishment for his own doing.
“I don’t want to talk about this tomorrow, understood? Forget it has ever happened, forget this night.” He sent me a serious look before raising his chin to welcome the water onto his face. I nodded in response, but I had no intension to never mention this again. This needed to be talked about, that was for sure.
request: can you write something about Andy Barber after all events from defenfing jacob? something like a continuation of his life after the last ep if you watched the show ofc , it can be sad or happy you choose ! thank yyou
pairing: andy barber x black!fem!reader
warnings: mention of mental illnesses
word count: 1.1k
p.s please, don’t read this if you feel very emotionally vulnerable!
request: Can you do something with Chris sleeping with a friend? Maybe she comes and stays over and it snowed to hard for her to leave. They watch a movie and drink a little and it leads to rough sex on the couch?
pairing: chris evans x fem!black!reader
warnings: language, smut
word count: 2k
p.s i’m sorry for being inactive! i’m fine, just lazy
from the prompt list: maybe 36 (fluff) and 9 (smut)? write it for whoever you want!
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: cursing, oral sex (male receiving)
word count: 1.1k
p.s the prompts list can be found on my profile (if you want to request a number/s). i will be taking requests for a limited time (basically until i get bored)
Some evenings were so obvious, almost as if they were planned. Whenever the air tasted of sexual tension, the two felt it right from the beginning of the evening. Not even twenty minutes have passed since the word ‘Netflix' appeared on the TV screen and they were already all over one another on the couch. Following the make out session the scene they both perfectly crafted moved elsewhere.
Staring into his breath-taking eyes, she slowly stepped down to her knees. Her gaze was concentrated on him as if he were a beautiful painting hanged on the wall of a renowned museum. His acts were no different. He viewed her with great fascination, observing the slightest movement on her part. For him, she was the most precious thing that has ever existed. He was never before acquainted with the feeling with which he became close buddies once their love bloomed.
She slowly unbuttoned his pants. It didn't take long before his cock jumped up before her eyes, already hard and stiff from the excitement. A trembling, dry breath flew out his mouth. Chris used to feel shame whenever the blood rush happened this quick but managed to overcome this draining emotion. Only she was able to arouse such intense feelings within him; his whole body reacted with eagerness and desire that he had never experienced before knowing her. He was proud of being with someone who makes him feel this way.
Her movements stopped for a second, eyes locked on him in an observant gaze. Her plump lips were still wet from previous doings, drool slowly running down her chin, landing imperceptibly on the floor between her thighs.
It didn't take long for him to turn his gaze downward, staring directly at the woman in front of him. Devoid of a warm and wet tongue on a hard erection, he reacted quickly. At first, he merely raised his eyebrows as if he were asking her a wordless question. He was clueless of her intentions but the realisation that she might just be toying with him hit him rather quickly. Driving him crazy, joking with his patience seemed to become her hobby. Being the only one aware of his present need for release she could afford to toy him about. How terribly his body desired and dreamed of her pleasing him, nobody could truly comprehend.
“Why’d you stop?” His voice was definitely dissatisfied. His tone showed that he wanted more. The man was now in a blissful moment, necessitating her lips around his member to accomplish his dream feeling.
A small smile was an answer to his requests. Usually when she saw him in such a blissful state, she just paused to tease him. It was something she enjoyed a lot and she probably knew it well. However, this time she broke her act off other reasons, wanting to focus for a moment on his beautiful face. That manly jaw that clenched every time her mouth sucked harder on his penis. Those beautiful eyes filled with desire and longing that stared at her attentively as if she were the only existing woman in the whole entire world.
She was ashamed to admit it, but she could write a long, exhausting essay about how much she admires and appreciates his beauty. Being with him often made her feel unworthy but at the present moment owning him made her experience proudness and boldness that she felt relatively rarely.
Her lips returned to work, gifting his dick with another dose of tenderness. At first, Chris wished to ask about the reason for prior interruption but was successfully stopped. However, he made a mental note in his head to inquire about the cause of her pause after achieving his lustful goal. Moving her head back and forth, she swallowed him hole, just as he wished. The tip hit the back of her throat, initiating a rough and deep groan to come out of his mouth like a smooth, sexual song.
“Just like that baby, don’t stop,” His pleas effectively urged her to continue. Shortly after, the whole room was filled with groans and characteristic choking sounds. Chris helped his current play toy by clutching her hair in between his hands. He began to rock his hips, aligning his movements with hers. Her full lips were overflowing with his length which made him gasp louder than originally envisioned. Of course, he didn't want to hurt her, he had no desire to make this pretty, sweet woman feel any pain whatsoever. More so, if he could, he would have saved her from every possible painful existing thing.
Cruel to admit but right about now he had no care for her comfort, wanting only to overflow her mouth with his creamy load. Her cheeks were tightly held in his two hands. He looked at her questioningly to ensure that fucking her beautiful lips was not a task she was unable to undertake. In response, Chris got a big, mischievous smile. It was even sexier when her face was covered by a mixture of her saliva and wet tears caused by her partner's sharp movements. Unable to speak, she still told him precisely what she was thinking of - I trust you. Do it, her face screamed.
He continued, this time without holding back, without ensuring this darling face of hers feel any ease at all. His movements were decisive and full of strength. Both his hands pressed tightly against her cheeks, mercilessly squeezing the both of them. He fucked her lips with dominance, forcing himself all the way down her poor throat. Chris didn't even think of pausing while his partner choked on his length. Her face expression was rather pathetic and sad at the moment; oceans of tears escaped from her eyes, which made her makeup (or rather just its remains) was over her face like an abstract painting.
His movements were on-going for a short moment. Her eyes glazed even more as his cum exploded inside her pretty mouth. "Fuck, baby. So fucking good," He commented, a blissful tone escaping his throat and a devilish smile placed on his lips. Chris let his partner normalise her breath, allowing her cheeks previously placed in the palms of his hands go. Her ass fell to the ground, landing comfortably between her calves due to the position her body was in. She looked up at him, staring intensely as if awaiting a sign. Chris looked down, giving her a knowing look, permitting herself to continue with her action. Just as if she were taking an order, the girl stuck out her tongue, showing off the traces of his sperm placed on her tongue before swallowing it all.
"Good girl," Sending a look of approval, his face brightened as his muscles relaxed. Moving his gaze down at her face, he flicked a few loose curls attached to her cheeks from the remaining saliva. "Now, daddy will take care of you, huh?" He smiled in his trademark manner and leaned down to steal a wet, dirty kiss from his lover.
p.s this workpiece is set in an alternative reality. this is a professor!chris one shot + i imagined y/n as a black girl, but i hope every single one of you lovely people will read!
