warnings. | smut, rough sex, daddy kink, creampie kink, creampies, multiple rounds, public (gym) sex, pet name(s) (button), dirty talk, praise, degradation (mostly names), overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, manhandling, allusions/mentions to oral (f ), mentions of car sex, mentions of vibrator use, mention/allusion to anal, mentions/allusions to finger sucking, slight dacryphilia, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!!
pairing. | Boxer!Chris Evans x Reader.
author’s note. | just a small concept/hc! pretty unrealistic, but who cares. oh, and he obviously gives aftercare and breaks dw!! MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!
Infamous boxer Chris Evans fucks good. Perhaps a little too good.
He’s utterly insatiable, never letting you get away from him for too long. Your pussy is moulded to fit his cock perfectly (yet the stretch still burns for a few seconds).
So, it’s no wonder he called you over to the gym he owns.
Elevation Evans is all his, and so are you. From time to time, he closes it down for just him to use. The shutters are pulled, and his earbuds blast Pink Floyd.
When you walk it, he drags you to whatever machine he either wants to bend you over or push you up against. Today, you seem to be everywhere.
“That’s it—fuck, yeah. Take Daddy’s cock like a good little slut,” Chris grunts, holding you with ease and bouncing you on his cock. His full balls slap against your ass, and your head is tossed back. The punching bag swings ever so slightly with each of his powerful thrusts.
“Daddy!” you whine out, and your body shakes from the pleasure. Chris’s member drives in and out of you relentlessly, coating itself in your cum. A ring of creaminess sits at the bottom, but the fluid doesn’t just belong to you.
“You like this, don’t you, button? Yeah, you fuckin’ love it when Daddy puts you on his cock and uses you like a little cumrag,” he spits, watching as you stretch around his girth. The tip of your boyfriend’s leaky cock nudges your sweet spot over and over again. Your skin is on fire as you burn with desire.
“Mhm—love it w– when you fuck me like this, Daddy,” you pant to him before letting out a high-pitched squeal. You struggle to find your words to let Chris know that you’re close again, and so you end up babbling like a baby. He coos at you before laughing, and he adjusts his hold on your body.
“Did Daddy fuck you dumb, button?” he questions, “my stupid little baby.”
You nod helplessly, and your toes curl up. Your clit throbs, and you puff for air. “G– Gonna come again, Daddy. Please, can I come?” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut. The elastic in your stomach tightens up quickly, and you’re worried for so many different reasons.
Is it going to be too much? Are you going to be too loud? Is Chris going to give you permission in time?The questions are there, but the thoughts aren’t. True to his words, Chris has fucked you dumb.
“Do it. Soak Daddy’s cock again. C’mon, be a good girl for me and come,” he urges in a murmur, and you can feel his hot breath fan against your skin. You cry out the boxer’s title, and your nails dig into his well-built shoulders as you come undone.
It’s more intense and euphoric than it usually is, and Chris fucks you through your wet orgasm. The squelching sounds are so loud as you squirt all over his length. Clamping down, you continue to soak him (and his workout pants) in your juices.
“Fuck!” he curses, absolutely mesmerized by the sight and the fact. A giddy smile spreads across your face as your body shakes from your climax. You can register most things, but your dirty mind chooses to focus on Chris’s cock. Each push and pull of his hips sends shockwaves through your body, and your limbs twitch from the abundant stimulation.
“T– Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much!” you cry out, and your jaw falls slack. Chris holds you up on his body and the punching bag, and he sloppily fucks his way through another orgasm. He’s kept track; you’re on your eighth, and he’s nearing his fifth.
He can go for hours, and he’s surprised every time you spread your legs or open your mouth so obediently.
“Good girl—so fucking good for Daddy, aren’t you? I think I should give you a nice reward, right?” he husks, and you quickly nod your head as you slowly calm down. Your walls are wet and raw, but it doesn’t matter because he’s making you feel so good (and vice-versa).
“Yeah, I think this perfect little pussy deserves another load from Daddy. ‘M gonna fill you up with my cum, and when we go home, I’m gonna have a nice creamy meal. I’m gonna eat your—no, my pussy out until both of you are crying.”
Chris can feel his release nearing, and whenever that happens, he gets so dirty and talkative. Almost like how he is in the ring, except he’s more scary and violent than naughty.
“I t– think your mouth might feel a little jealous, though, right? Maybe I’ll stuff it full of my fingers—yeah, g– get them nice and wet so I can play with your ass,” he chuckles, and Chris shoves his face into the valley between your neck and shoulders. His tongue licks at your sweaty skin, and you chant his title.
Suddenly, a loud groan blending with a moan leaves your boyfriend’s mouth. Warmth fills you up as he paints your insides with white ropes of cum, mixing with the loads from before. You’re stuffed to the brim with both cock and spunk, and you can’t complain about it.
A small giggle escapes your lips, but it’s out of sheer excitement and tiredness. (Perhaps even good ole cock-drunkenness, as Chris calls it).
“I don’t think I can even wait until we get home. Do you still have that vibe in your bag, button? Daddy wants to play with you until you’re cryin’ for me.”
I didn’t know your Professor!Barnes had a TikTok account 😉😉
Pairing: Professor!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, smut, age gap (reader is early 20s, Bucky early 30s).
A/n: Sinday drabble
“The key to getting her opened up without splitting her in two is starting off with gentle strokes,” Bucky explains to the rapt audience. “You have to ease into it. Listen to what she wants and build from there.”
Adjusting your legs over his thighs, Bucky spreads them apart as he slowly thrusts two fingers inside your pussy, his other arm wraps around your stomach, keeping your writhing body as still as he can.
The slick, wet squelching drowns the low whir of the potter’s wheels surrounding out as Bucky continues his demonstration. “See how nice and wet she gets when you handle her with care? You have to make sure your fingers are positioned right or you won’t get the results you want. I want you to watch how I do this, and then everyone will take a turn.”
Ari and Steve lean forward, eager blue eyes studying your glistening cunt, swallowing Bucky’s thick fingers.
“As you mold her from the inside out, don’t forget to pay attention to this area right here,” he explains, his thumb strumming over your clit in languid, firm patterns that send shards of pleasure up your spine.
“Keep your movements soft and smooth, no need to be rough unless she wants that.” Your broken pants get louder and louder with every thrust, every glide and drag of his talented fingers across your silken walls, the rough pads pushing and circling with more pressure as he whispers in your ear, his lips barely grazing the shell. “That’s it, sweet girl, you’re gonna give us what we want, aren’t you? Cum all over my hand and show them how good you are for me.”
Bucky increases his pace, his fingers striking your sensitive spot and you nearly jerk out of his arms. Your hands grab his corded forearms, nails digging into his tanned skin. “Fuck, right there, right there, professor,” you sob when he does it again and again.
Bucky lifts his head, directing his attention back to the class. “And that’s how you know you found the perfect rhythm. Do not stop what you’re doing, don’t change a sinlge thing or you’ll ruin everything you worked for.” He says with a pointed stare at each man before glancing down at your pussy. “You have to treat her like the work of art she is.”
They all watch as you rock your hips into his hand, meeting his thrusts until your thighs tremble. A sultry hot coil forms in your belly, winding tighter and tighter until it snaps, your back arching off of Bucky’s chest as low thin keen slips past your lips.
Your orgasm crests higherhigherhigher until you gush around his fingers, unleashing a litany of wanton moans that echo around the room, when they taper off to a fine whimper, Bucky slows to a stop, taking his thumb off your swollen clit.
“Thats my girl,” Bucky hums in your ear with a pleased tone.
Removing his fingers, he openly admires the mess you made before sucking each one clean. He tilts your hips back, displaying your drenched pussy to the class. “Now, who’s ready to show me what you learned?”
Ari raises his hand first, already halfway out of his chair.
I feel like DILF Ari needs to tie you to his bed to keep you from running away again. If he tires you out, you can’t exactly leave now can you?
A little soft dark Ari perhaps 👀
Pairing: Dilf! Lumberjack Ari x Reader
Warnings: Dub con, Oral, smut. Implied kidnapping
A/n: Sinday drabble
Your bare feet skid across the dewy grass, stumbling the last few yards to the open gate. The low creak of the front door sends a wave of fear through your body and it nearly brings you to your knees.
“Bunny,” he calls out from the porch, waving at you when your head instinctively turns at the sound of your nickname.
Your heartbeat roars in your ears, and you run faster, pushing through the burn in your calves.
“Whats wrong, Bunny?” Ari asks, strolling down the steps, one hand in his pocket. “If you wanted out of the house, all you had to do was ask. Where are we going? Should I bring a coat?”
“Le-leave me alone,” you wheeze out, grabbing the gate. Your fingers don’t have a chance to close around it before you’re pulled away. Ari swings you into his arms in one swift motion, reminding you of his incredible strength and agility.
“Why would I do that?” Ari retorts, strolling back to the cabin."Who else is going to protect you from the world? There are dangerous people out there."
“You mean people like you Ari,” you snarl, trying to wiggle out of his hold but he doesn’t budge, carrying you as if you weigh nothing. "You're the only dangerous one here."
“Okay, Bunny.” He laughs, the deep sound trailing down the hallway as he reaches the bedroom. Ari tilts his head down, his curious blue eyes roaming over your face. “Do you want a full meal or just a few snacks?”
The question takes you off guard; you blink up at him, brows furrowing. “What?”
“Do you want a full meal or just some fruit for after, Bunny?”
“After what?” You ask slowly.
He grins, something deviant and vibrant darkening his blue eyes. “After I fuck the attitude right out of your pretty body.” He states like it should be obvious. "I need to know if I'm making you something from scratch or not."
"Don't you fucking dare, put me down," you shriek. "Now!"
"Alright." He tosses you on the bed, straddling you, keeping you pinned under his heavy weight, his hands deftly securing your wrists to the headboard. It all happens before you can even think to scream.
Ari shifts down your body, his large hands sliding under your ass, lifting it off the bed. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep you where you belong,” he states, his tongue gliding through your cunt, his brow lifts in mock surprise. “Are you-are you wet for me, Bunny?” His incredulous tone resounds in your ears.
You look away, cheeks burning. Ari continues, undeterred by your silence. “You’re dripping everywhere. Your poor little pussy was throbbing the whole time, wasn’t she? Greedy little thing is just begging to be ruined.”
“I’ll run-“ Ari cuts you off with a sharp slap on your pussy.
“Dont’ even worry about that, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, Bunny,” Ari says with a smile before he drops you back on the bed, reaching inside his jeans, he takes out his thick cock, lining himself up with your slit. “I can’t wait to see how far you get when you can’t even walk straight."
It’s like how bath towels in comics miraculously wrap completely around breasts. Or how even when injured and dead on the ground women in comics have to be twisted into “sexy” poses. Or how women in comics walk like they’re in high heels even barefoot.
It’s the only way men know how to draw women, because to them female characters are only there to be sexy. They only think of “women” as exploitative costumes and camera angles, high heels and titillation. Sex objects to ogle, plot objects to further male heroes’ narratives and drama, not heroes to cheer for.
And that applies to fictional women who are depicted by men how? You can’t apply agency in the plot to something metatextual when it comes to fictional characters.
We’re going to have this argument are we? Not to mention you’re deviating from the original point that attributing agency to fictional characters’ clothing is asinine.
What you have here are images of power, and do you really believe these characters are designed with titillating heterosexual women and bisexual and homosexual men in mind? Because I don’t think you do.
This is why the Hawkeye Initiative exists. Take common female poses in comics, put a man in the role, and see how “empowering” and “strong” it actually looks:
He got the painting for fighting against ‘censorship.’ Note that they handed him a gross design of a female being objectified, because at the end of the day, that is all they really want, to be allowed to objectify women. They don’t care about censorship in general it is about their ability to sexualise and degrade women without consequence.
I think the best imagery I’ve seen to explain the difference between what men think male objectification is vs what women actually want to see is the Hugh Jackman magazine covers.
Hugh Jackman on a men’s magazine. He’s shirtless and buff and angry. He’s imposing and aggressive. This is a male power fantasy, it’s what men want to be and aspire to - intense masculinity.
Hugh Jackman on a women’s magazine. He looks like a dad. He looks like he’s going to bake me a quiche and sit and watch Game of Thrones with me. He looks like he gives really good hugs.
Men think women want big hulking naked men in loin cloths which is why they always quote He-Man as male objectification - without realizing that He Man is naked and buff in a loin cloth because MEN WANT HIM TO BE. More women would be happy to see him in a pink apron cutting vegetables and singing off-key to 70s rock.
Being inexperienced and your first time being with Jon and afterwards sex becoming your new obsession so every time you two are together he just sits back and enjoys you getting yours and using his body as a vessel for your pleasure. Like you’re on the couch, riding him, clawing at his chest, screaming profanities, and bucking wildly on his cock and he’s rubbing your clit, just sitting back, looking up at you, smile on his face as you chase your climax and when you finally do cum you’re exhausted but he’s still alert and attentive so he picks you up and places you on your back before pushing your ankles back and thrusting aggressively into your pussy, hard and fast with wild abandon, until you’re so overstimulated and cumming again that your legs are shaking, eyes rolling back, and squirting around his cock. Your reaction paired with the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him causes his climax and he cums deeply inside of you, his body trembling from the force of his own orgasm. Your both at a loss for words and once he regains his composure he just leans down and kisses your forehead while you try to catch your breath, before scooping you up in his arms and holding you close, caressing your back, while you cling onto him.
Jon just gives me major “she comes first” vibes along with “your pleasure is my pleasure” vibes ✨
Saving this in my brain forever because holy shit 🥵 I think you’re absolutely right about that! He loves getting you off!
I just think the sex would be exactly like that, intense and sexy and you’re both so connected and into it!
“I make the rules Bucky,” you repeat for the second time in five minutes, glaring at your 6’5" boyfriend currently hunched over the back of the couch, watching you pace back and forth across the living room rug.
You don’t remember how the argument started, in fact you’re not even that mad anymore, but your pride won’t let you back down.
Bucky adjust himself, his erection threatening to bust through his boxers. Damn you’re sexy when you’re angry, he enjoys your fiesty nature more than you. He knows better than to share that tidbit when you’re all riled up. Bucky uses his cup to hide his smile, downing the rest of his latte.
See, it’s not that he thinks you’re wrong, in fact he loves it when you out him in his place.
Bucky wholeheartedly believes that women are better than men, he’s not one of those guys who think you’re weaker or fragile just because of what’s between your legs. He knows women should rule world. Anyone who says otherwise is a delusional piece of shit.
So it’s not that he disagrees with the fact that you make the rules. You do. If you tell him to jump and he’s already in the air asking is this high enough.
It’s just that...well, you’re not the only one in charge here.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone, Peach?” Bucky asks, head tilted to the side so he can get a real good look at you. You’re such a pretty thing, wearing his oversized Henley, the long forest green sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and a pair of panties that show off your ass.
"The one person even you have to listen to. Matter of fact, she should be the one talking right now."
“Excuse me?” You ask, hands on your hips, the indignation drawn across your face makes you even more stunning, all he wants to do is fuck the anger right out of you.
Soon.
Bucky saunters around the couch, the dull slap of his heavy steps fills the room until he’s right in front of you. He meets your exasperated gaze, swiping a knuckle across the wrinkle forming between your furrowed brows. His bare chest grazing the front of your shirt, brushing your sensitive nipples when he takes a deep breath in.
“You heard me Peach.”
Before you can devise a swift retort, he bends down, setting his cup on the coffee table.
Only he doesn’t stop when the cup hits the glass with a sharp clink.
He keeps going until he’s down on both knees, head canted back to gaze up at you with brilliant azure eyes darkened with a simmering mirth that makes them darken.
He curves his hands around your bare calves and drags them across your soft skin until he’s grasping your hips, the calloused pads of his thumbs toying with the band of your panties.
“You’re not the only one who makes the rules in this relationship, Peach,” he states, voice deepening to a near growl.
The heady lust in his tone sends a jolt right to your clit, making it pulse once, twice, your stomach tensing as warmth spreads across you.
“Yes, I am.” Swallowing the whimper at the base of your throat, you steady your voice. “You don’t make-oh," you cry out, eyes widening.
Holy shit, did he just smack your pussy-that whimper you were pushing down arises, sweeping past your lips on a faint huff of air-when he gently slaps you again.
“Aht, aht,” he admonishes, pressing a finger down the middle of your panties until a crease forms, your arousal soaking through the thin material. "I wasn't talking about me."
He didn’t think it was possible to be addicted to a person until he met you. Your soft curves perfectly complement the hard planes of his body, fitting around him like God herself handcrafted you solely for him.
“You had your turn, now it’s sweet girls’ turn to talk.” His cobalt eyes descend from your face down to your pussy, he places a kiss on the damp spot.
Soft lips still pressed to your clit, he slides his hands back to your hips, hooking his thumbs under your panties; easing them down until they’re fluttering to your ankles.
You preen under his adoring gaze despite your best efforts to hold on to the irritation slipping through your fingers like sand.
“She makes the rules too, Peach,” he hums out, trailing two thick fingers down your pussy, over your aching clit with a firm, languid pass until he’s at your sopping wet slit. “And I have to listen to both of my girls.”
You’re not going to disagree with that.
“What kind of man would I be if I ignored her?” Bucky continues, sinking his fingers inside your tight wet cunt until he's knuckle deep, slowly taking them out, smirking when you clench around him. “Look at her already, trying to suck me back in. Gotta give her what she wants.”
And he does. Thrusting back into you so hard you rock backward, he steadies you with his other hand, muttering out a soft don’t run sweet girl, his wrist rotating, fingers rubbing harder and harder as he searches for your spot, the smooth, cold metal pad of his vibranium thumb rolling over your swollen clit.
“Bucky.” His name comes out as a wet moan, hips arching into his hand. “Fuck.”
Placing his warm hand on your belly, he slides it up until he reaches your neck, warm long fingers close over your throat.
“Shh Peach,” he orders, a smirk toying at his lips. “Sweet girl is speaking now, we gotta listen to her. Pay attention.” The command in his baritone voice makes you shiver.
The salacious sounds of your pussy reverberates in your ears. He fucks you faster, deeper, his fingers gliding over your spasming walls, the obscene schlickschlickschlick gets louder and louder.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, gaze locked on your pussy swallowing his fingers, your slick dripping on his palm. Bucky’s praise has another moan preening from your lips. “That’s what you need, sweet girl. You wanna cum for me, don’t you? I’ll spend my life on my knees to keep you both happy.”
“Please,” you sob out, grinding down on his hand, visceral sensations pulse through your veins, thighs trembling as the pleasure takes over your body. “S’good, you’re so good.”
“There you go, I got you, Peach, I got you.” He does. Bucky is the only thing keeping you upright, your hands buried in his hair, gripping the silky strands for balance.
“Go on and cum for me. Give it to me.” He applies more pressure to your throat, your breaths come out, thin and raspy.
Ohgodohgodohgod
“Or I’ll take it myself, take it right from your pretty pussy- “ Bucky leans forward, his lips wrapping around your clit, tracing over it with his tongue. “-until you two learn your orgasms are all fucking mine.” He sucks your swollen little clit into his warm, wet mouth.
Ohgodohgodohgod
Sultry white-hot sensations erupt inside you, overwhelming your senses. You’re going to combust from the intensity. Something twists inside of you, a formidable knot getting tighter and tighter, your stomach constricting as the pressure mounts.
You try to pull away, needing just a second to catch your breath, to recoup. Bucky chuckles, the amused sound drifting up as he brings you back. You’re not going anywhere, he can’t let you go until you give him what he needs. Bucky shakes his head, your clit still trapped between his lips.
You convulse, clenching down around his fingers, your own yanking his hair so hard he swears he’s losing strands. It’s worth it to see you so utterly wrecked, a smug satisfaction brimming in his blue eyes as he watches you fall apart for him, drenching his hand while he prolongs your orgasm with languid strokes over your velvety walls.
One orgasm melds into another until you’re sobbing, overwrought with pleasure, incoherently pleading that you can’t even as your pussy pulls him back in, greedy for more of the unbelievable pleasure he’s giving you.
When your cries are reduced to whimpers and your hands fall from his hair, Bucky releases you with a pleased smirk.
He stands, guiding you to the couch, his hands on your hips, massaging small circles into your skin. “That’s my girl, so fucking good for me.”
You collapse on the cushions, laughter bubbling up as you float down from your high. “That was incredible,” you pant, placing your forearm over your eyes.
“I know it was good,” he replies, sucking the rest of your climax off his thumb. “I know what my girls like.”
“Yes you do,” you agree with a chuckle. You can’t even pretend to be upset at his cock tone, not with his face drenched and tremors still skating up your thighs.
“Now I don’t know if you were paying attention when my sweet girl was going over the rules,” Bucky steps between your legs, pushing your knees into your chest.
Oh.
You almost forgot how this entire thing started. Judging by the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he didn’t.
“She said I have to keep her stretched and full otherwise,” he trails off, pushing his thick, veiny cock into your sensitive pussy, still so wet that he slides right in, right where he belongs, your combined gasps ringing in your ears as you clamp down on his swollen head.
Oh fuck.
“She’s going to be very,” he slides inch by inch, “very upset with us,” he finishes, bottoming up until you’re stretched taut around his throbbing length. “So I gotta do what she says, Peach.”
Monster fucker this, monster fucker that. What if I want a monster RELATIONSHIP huh?! Monster HAND HOLDING, monster INTIMATE CONVERSATIONS, monster COMFORTABLE SILENCE??
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