Bucky is a retired military veteran suffering from PTSD. He meets Avelyn, a headstrong entrepreneur, one day at her cafe with Steve and then everything changes.
Introduction Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (P1)
Oneshots
Fluffy
After weeks of noticing changes in Bucky, Eden, his girlfriend finally gets to the root of his new behavior and tries to fix it before it damages him permanently. (Chubby!Bucky x Black!OC)
Steve Rogers
Series
Library Love (coming soon)
Steve Rogers has had a crush on Meredith Hart since high school. Now at the same college Steve sees Meredith at their school library everyday but never meet face to face. Steve desperate to tell her his feelings leaves notes in whatever book she's reading at the point in time. Meredith slowly begins to fall for her secret admirer. One day when stuck in the library together after closing time, secrets that both of them harbour get revealed.
Oneshots
Addiction (coming soon)
Summary: Tessa Hudson knows that Steve Rogers has multiple addictions: weed, cocaine, alcohol, sex but that doesn't stop her from wanting him any less. Everytime she leaves, she comes running back, despite everything he puts her through, despite the fact that he doesn't care for her, despite the pain and the suffering, despite the hands he lays on her because the only thing more addicting than drugs is love and Tessa is high on it.
Stop the misconception that Black Men are the only ones killed. Saying protect our Sons leaves our Daughter vulnerable because their is no one to protect them. These deaths are barely mentioned. And most people can’t name at least five of these names.
Now take away any and all numbers (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0), take away the letters F, Z, M, Q, L, H, B, T, P, E, A, Y, S, B, D, and X, take away all dashes (-),
The one where you thought you’d lost your best friend, but you ended up winning a new friend instead.
Warnings: no warnings, just fluff
Word count: 500+
A/N: this is just a little fluff piece for my friend @angrybirdcr. I’m sorry I can’t do more to help your pain than write you this little something! If I could, I’d create you a Bucky AND find Tommy myself!
“I think this little guy belongs to you.” You didn’t know where to focus, on the little ball of (now not-so) white fur you recognized as your best friend for as long as you can remember, or the incredibly handsome man holding him to his chest, protecting him from the rain that still poured outside.
He was kind, you could see it in his piercing blue eyes. The fact that he’d rescued your friend from God knows what kinds of terrors while also risking himself by facing this storm showed it just as much.
“Yeah, it’s Alpine,” you answer, already reaching out to take the shivering little guy from him, but your eyes couldn’t leave his saviour. There was something hypnotizing about him, and it wasn’t only because he had brought your cat back to you.
warnings: ddlg themes, choking kink, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, teasing, aftercare, being a whore for chris’s chain 18+ only
authors note: summary is trash but the fic isnt i hope sksks. sorry for any spelling mistakes! feedback is greatly appreciated 🤍✨
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“honey, i’ll be in the living room doing some interviews so please make sure you are dressed if you walk out there.” chris says kissing your head as you lay in bed with dodger at the edge of the bed taking a nap.
“it happened once!” you pout at him. since chris has been busy promoting some new projects he’s been having interviews almost everyday and most of them were early in the morning so you’d wake up to an empty bed.
he hasn’t told you about an interview he had last friday which normally is your day you go over to his moms house for breakfast so when you saw an empty bed and no dodger in sight you thought he had gone without you.
when in reality he was in the living room about to start an interview when you walked in wearing only a bra and panties, thankfully the interview hadn’t started yet but chris was still mad at you because if you had walked in a minute later it would’ve been a different story.
“yeah and i hope it stays that way and doesn’t happen again. got it?” he says in a strict tone.
you roll your eyes, “okay.” you gasp as he grabs a fistful of your hair and gently tugging you up to his chest. “what was that?” he glared at you.
you clear your throat, “i-i said...yes.”
“yes what?”
“yes it won’t happen again. i’m sorry, daddy.” you apologize to him.
he kisses you softly, “that’s my good girl. now you go back to bed it’s still pretty early. i love you.” he says before tucking you in and kissing your head. “i love you too.” you smile as he walks out leaving you to go back to sleep.”
you had woken up a few hours later and after taking a shower you headed out to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. as you look for the pancake mix you jump up when you feel a slap in your ass, “ow!” you yelp and turn around to see chris standing there.
“well hello to you, princess.” he smiles and kisses you softly. you smile into the kiss, “hi, daddy! i thought you still had a few more interviews left?” you ask.
“i’ve got an hour before the next one and i wanted to spend some time with my girl.” he smiles as he places kisses all over your neck.
you moan softly as you feel his chain press against your chest, “i-i...was g—.”
chris pulls away and smirks at you, “is my little girl flustered? you think i don’t notice the way you squirm when you see this chain on me? how about you see how it looks as i fuck your tight little pussy? is that what my princess want?” he says picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“yes please, daddy...” you whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. he doesn’t break the kiss as he walks down the hallway and into your bedroom throwing. he breaks the kiss and gently sets you down on the bed and hovers over you, “since you said please...” he smirks as he strips off your clothes and leaves kisses all over your naked body.
you whine needing more as he kisses your breasts and looks at you, “words. use your words or you get nothing.”
“p-please...use me daddy. want you to fuck my tight little pussy!” you moan as he grinds against your naked core.
“i can already feel how wet you are. you want daddy to fuck you?” he teases you as he undresses himself and you get distracted by his chain looking even better against his makes chest.
“i asked you a question and you ignore me?” chris asks as his hand wraps around your throat. “i-i’m sorry.” you whimper as you feel his tip teasing your enterance.
“you will be.” he smirks before slamming right into you. “fuck! so tight for daddy. you gonna be a good little girl and let daddy fuck you aren’t you?” he asks you as his thrusts continue while rubbing your clit.
“y-yes daddy! please...harder.” you moan loudly as he listens to you and fucks you harder. “look at you such a needy little slut for me.” his thrusts growing harsher while the sound of skin slapping and your loud moans fill the room.
you were feeling chris’s thrusts slow down a bit and before you know it you yank on his chain pulling him down to you, “harder, daddy!” you see his eyes darken and curse yourself out. big mistake.
he slips out of you and flips you over with your head roughly pressed down to your pillow and ass in the air, “this is for thinking you can tell daddy what to do.” slap. “this is for grabbing daddys chain without permission.” slap. “and this is for not saying please.” slap.
“i-i’m sorry daddy. i’ll be a good girl i promise!” you say against your pillow. “oh princess i know you will...but i still need to teach you a lesson.” he smirks before slipping back isndie you from behind and you let out a loud moan against the bedsheets.
you always tried your best to never give him any attitude or misbehave in bed but you couldn’t help but love when he treated you like his own little fuck toy. you loved the way he was grabbing onto your hips as he fucked your tight hole hard and fast, “come on, baby. let daddy know how he’s making you feel.”
“so good, daddy! i w-want more please.” you whine and as soon as you say that chris pulls you up to his chest while stil pounding into you. “this is what you want, princess? come on then fuck yourself on my cock.” he whispers in your ear as he wraps his hand around your throat and you match his movements.
the bed continued to move as his free hand rubs your clit, “fuck you like that don’t you? rubbing your tight little cunt while you fuck yourself on my cock? can feel you clenching around me. are you close princess?” he moans into your ear.
you nod, “so close, daddy! i’m gonna cum!” you moan loudly as his thrusts and speed up while rubbing your clit even faster. he moans into your neck as you clench around him and he empties his cum inside you.
you pant heavily as chris pulls out of you, “i’ll be right back, princess.” he gives you a quick kiss before walking into the bathroom and coming back a minute later with a warm cloth. as he cleans you up he smiles at you, “you did so good for me, baby. it got me thinking...i know you love this chain so much so i decided why not match with my girl?” he smiles as he pulls out a small velvet box and opens it to reveal a chain just like his.
you smile widely, “for me?!” you ask and he nods putting it on you. “look at that you are so beautiful.” you giggle and kiss his face repeatedly and thank him for the gift. he quickly dresses you in his favorite shirt and sits you on his lap, “how about we have a lazy day and stay in bed all day eating junk food and watching movies?”
“yes! wait i thought you still had another interview?” you ask him. “already rescheduled it for tomorrow. i want to spend some time with my favorite girl.”
“hmm then i would love that...can we make our own face masks and put them on?!” you ask him and already know he will say yes because it is your favorite thing to do but deep down you knew it was his favorite too.
“of course anything for my princess.” he kisses you softly. that’s how your day went from applying a face mask on each other, watching movies, eating junk food, and occasionally getting distracted by his chain once again.
((There is no one way to be a mushroom. Have you seen how fucked up they are? How god-ignorant and wild? Listen to the mushroom wisdom. Do whatever stirs your soul. (@moami)
We could just kiss, like real people do (like real people do - Hozier)
You’ll always be my favourite ghost (Big God - Florence + The Machine)
Food, sex, and death are the three great mediators of human experience. (@givemearmstopraywith)
Girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it. (@outpastthemoat)
[The] place between hopeless romantic and strong independent individual (@theparistimes)
If you want gardens, become the gardener. (Victoria Erickson)
If you aren’t dead, you’ve got time.
The human urge to tell a story spans centuries and millennia. (@keuhkopussirotta)
Effort is the most attractive thing someone could give you
Let’s weaponize comfort (The world told me to hate myself; I realized the greatest act of rebellion was to love myself) (@feenyxblue)
Career goal: teeny sparrow drinking from a puddle after a storm (@plasticlove1984)
But poetry. Romance. Love. These are what we stay alive for. (Dead Poets Society)
Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you. (Welcome to Night Vale, Finknor)
Travelling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is not my station.’ (Lisa St. Aubin de Terán)
It is not because men’s desires are strong that they act ill; it is because their consciences are weak. (John Stuart Mill; On Liberty)
The dead know the language of flowers only, so they keep quiet (George Seferis)
Maleficent frost in witching hours (Dion Anja)
You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it (Yves Olade)
Why men (are said) to prefer products untouched by women
It was Harry Styles’ birthday this week, which is why I am going to tell you about the time I met him, and what it taught me about a phenomenon called “gender contamination” in business.
This is what happened:
It was a few years ago at the press junket for Dunkirk. Now press junkets for big films like Dunkirk are rather strange affairs. In this case the studio sent my group of European journalists to view the film at the gigantic London Imax at seven o clock in the morning. And believe me, watching a WAR FILM at an IMAX first thing in the morning is INTENSE…
Then they drove us off to one of the fancier London hotels.
At a press junket you are normally put in a hotel room where you sit with a few other journalists and wait for the different cast members and the director to come in for their individual interviews.
The room was a bit chilly and most of the female journalists started putting cardigans and coats on. If you are familiar with the work of Caroline Criado Perez (which you all should be) you know that air conditioning temperature is often set based on a formula developed around the metabolic resting rate of the average forty-year old man. This is usually too cold for the average woman.
Then Harry Styles came in.
He looked around the room and IMMEDIATELY noticed that the women looked cold and IMMEDIATELY asked if he could turn the heating up. He even got up and tried to do it himself (unsuccessfully). He was the only man that day who noticed.
I would argue that this little incident tells you A LOT about the commercial success of Harry Styles.
Why?
If it’s not too painful - let me take you back to the time when One Direction broke up. Some other members of the band (no names!) did everything they could to distance themselves from their boy band roots.
Not Styles.
When Rolling Stone asked him if he felt pressure to prove himself as a “serious musician” with “an older crowd”. He said:
“Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music— have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy?”
Then he pointed out (correctly) that The Beatles became successful thanks to hords of screaming teenage girls.
“You gonna tell me they are not serious?”
And this is the key: Harry Styles has made a career of not looking down on female preferences or things perceived as female. You might say: well who does that? Who looks down on things just because women and girls like it?
A LOT of people.
There is even a name for it. It is called “gender contamination”.
Research from Harvard Business School shows that loyal customers often get upset when a brand associated with men expands to include products perceived as feminine. Coca Cola couldn’t get American men to drink Diet Coke because women liked it. In the end they launched Coke Zero - in a (manly) black tin…
There’s a paper by Jill Avery that looks into the reactions when Porsche launched Porsche Cayenne, it was a SUV and therefore by many perceived as a car “for mums”. Would this “catering to female consumers” contaminate the whole Porsche brand?
It is not surprising that these sentiments exist. When people call my youngest daughter a “tomboy” it’s a compliment. Hell, it’s basically a promotion! Congratulations you are almost a boy!
It’s the things we perceive as “feminine” that we look down upon.
But Harry Styles has always wanted us to know that he doesn’t. He is the first man to pose solo on the cover of American Vogue.
And he did it wearing a dress.
Is there a more OBVIOUS way to say: “Hey, I am a man who does not fear my brand being “contaminated” with things perceived as feminine?!”
And when it comes to business and consumption he is right: the bigger story is how things first liked by women and girls have taken over the world. Everything from The Beatles to Star Trek (women created the first Star Trek fandom). And as you probably know Porsche ended up selling a lot of those Cayennes…
Women influence 80 percent of all consumer decisions in the economy. It’s frankly irrational to pay as little attention as we do to their preferences - whether that’s for warmer rooms or pop stars from Cheshire with great hair.
Fun fact, the guns being labelled “sword” is not just them being Extra™.
Most of the guns being used by the main characters are modified Taurus PT99 pistols, the different types of which are often named after specific types of knives and swords, thus enabling them to not have to change the Shakespearean dialogue, but to also manage that specific visual pun.
So Shakespeare would have absolutely been 100% all over that shit.
For example, Tybalt’s gun is a modified 9mm “Rapier” (from the Taurus PT99 Series ‘R’) and is actually one of my favorite visual aesthetics of quite probably any weapon in movie history to date.
While everyone else seems to be using a much more heavier and “powerful” version of pistol, his is sleek and light in frame, making it much easier for him to fight the way that he does. Which is undoubtedly Extra™ in comparison to everyone else, but also intended to mimic the dueling stance of actual rapier swordsmen of the time who relied on speed rather than brute force. They were Gentlemen after all. If you were going to cut someone down you ought to do it with some finesse.
If you look closely at his hand you’ll notice that with the exception of his middle finger on the trigger, he’s actually holding it the way one would a sword hilt. He’s also got the poise of a honed duelist.
This is someone who has been brought up with a very strong sense of Family Honor, and is expected to fight to defend it, but not as a common foot soldier (who carry “longswords” which are modified shotguns in the film), but as a Gentleman.
A gentleman who suddenly finds himself having to fight in the streets with people carrying “daggers”.
Like Mercutio’s modified pistol, which while beautiful and (importantly thematic) transparent in its function, is also heavy and cumbersome in comparison to Tybalt’s rapier, which also has a much further range, something he also makes better use of with the addition of a quick release mount for a c-scope, which allows him to either be slow and accurate, or to forgo accuracy for speed during say, a one on one duel vs a street brawl.
Which means even if he can’t make as many quickfire short range movements as Mercutio can, he’s still going to fucking obliterate him with the practiced ease of someone who has been training for duels their entire life.
Not to mention just how fucking ornate this thing is. Look at it. What an extra little sob, I love it. I love the whole movie. It’s an excellent adaptation and I’ll bite my thumb at anyone who says otherwise.
My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.
ngl, i want bakugo to ease into me reeeeaaallll slow, no prep bc i👏🏽am👏🏽WET👏🏽 from the THOUGHT. it’d be cute if he was worried about it but honestly just 🤫 do me a solid and give me something to limp about
mmf ♥︎ — fem!reader x katsuki bakugou!
There’s something to be said about the way you look right now.
It’s depraved, absolutely whorish. Knees folded and pressing into the mattress. Face planted against dingy bed sheets. Your pillows are knocked to the floor, your hands twisting in the sheets where the should be, like you’ll die if you don’t hold on tight enough—and God, with the way your heart thunders in the small of your chest, you just fucking might. A slight stretch tickles your back from where your spine is arched, hips pitched up in an effort to present the dripping, fluttering thing between your legs. An offering.
“What a fucking slut.”
You perk up when the fat, leaky tip of him comes pressing into your cunt—no warning, just a grunt that comes afterwards when your walls start to squeeze. Around nothing, essentially, but just the thought of having him here—heavy and hot and big inside of you—sends butterflies up your cunt.
“What’re ya clenching for?” One arm, thick and veiny, is propped next to your head. Katsuki’s such an overwhelming presence. Big all over—in height, stature, attitude. “Not even—grunt—inside’a’ya yet. Stop bein’ greedy.”
“Katshu,” your whining’s a little sloshed up ‘cause your cheek’s smushed against the mattress, but it’s the most comfortable position. “Put it in already..!”
You slip a hand down to your clit, then use your fingers to spread yourself for him, hoping it’ll open your pussy up and let him in deeper. “M’so empty,” you mewl, feeling slick wet your fingers. “S’so empty in here, Katshu, make it go away. Hurry uh-p.”
“You bossin’ me around?” Katsuki’s arm tenses next to your head. You can feel his other hand against the plump of your asscheek, brushing over the upper half of your thigh as he guides his piece of work of a dick inside of you.
“Why can’t you just be a good girl,” he grits out through his teeth. “Wouldn’t even let me prep you ‘cause you’re fucking dumb and—fu-hck.”
There’s a particular kind of sting that comes from bein’ split open on Katsuki’s cock.
It’s always so heavy and thick in the palms of your hands, always fills your little mouth up with ease—and trying to fit it all inside the hole between your legs is so much harder.
“So fucking—difficult,” he spits with a little venom. Just enough to get you to clench around him, get your little cunt to suck him up and in. His thumb rolls over your back as your head lolls over to rest against the arm next it, nuzzling your forehead against his knuckles. “You like when it hurts? Like when I make it fit?”
You inhale sharply as toe-curling zings of pain shoot through your body. There’s a constant fluttering in your cunt, in your gut. Katsuki bottoms out, and all of him curls over to surround you. His torso presses into you from behind, his hips gently forcing his dick inside of you. His head drops to your shoulder, and you feel warm breath caress your neck, hear all the little “fucks” that clumsily escape him.
“M’not—m’not difficult,” you argue, coherent thought just barely attainable. “Or—or dumb.” Your claim falls short when he bottoms out again, and the heaviness of his balls slamming against the tender skin of your cunt makes the most pathetic sound you’ve ever heard leave your own throat.
“Spread—spread your fucking legs more.” Calloused palms pull your legs apart and brings your hips back until your drippy pussy is flush with the base of his cock. He does it with so much ease, and he always does. Flips and folds you around whichever way he wants—it’s almost embarrassing how wet it makes you.
“I—I am!” The sheets rub mercilessly at your nipples, hard and sensitive, and sending rolls of electricity straight to your cunt. Your starting to get sensitive all over; everything is too much, not enough—pangs of something edging on pain ripple up from your hips as Katsuki eases himself forward, heavy palms slid up your back and pressing your shoulders down to the mattress to keep you still.
It’s messy. Your hole is starting to accommodate to him, sucking his cock as deep as he’ll give it, and the two of you can hear it. The lewd squelching sound your pussy makes when his dick sinks might make your body boil with humiliation if you weren’t already so hot. Katsuki’s so good at stirring your guts all up, at making your mouth drop all open and your eyes to roll up. You know you’ll be aching all over hours later—especially with no prep.
“Don’t wanna hear you fucking nag when you’re sore,” he scowls. “You hear me? Take it like a good girl since you’re takin’ it so good now.”
“Yes—yesh—ye—,” your voice vibrates with each slap, each whole body thrust Katsuki makes into your cunt. He’s too big. The stretch burns—but it’s so delicious. You feel so fucking good, all you and your greedy pussy can to is take it, take it, take it.
“‘tsuki,” you mewl, unable to stop the rush of cum that’s wrung from your cunt and spreads all over the thick cock inside of you.
“Are you cumming?” Katsuki rasps, astounded that your pussy suddenly becomes so much sloppier. His cock sinks in deeper, wrapped in slick, velvety walls that want nothing more than to milk all the cum from his balls. “You’re a fucking—m-menace.”
The lower half of your body arches more when his thrusts get a little faster. Katsuki’s name rolls off your tongue repeatedly, only interrupted by sharp gasps and high squeals and the raunchy sound of your pussy getting fucked open by a dick that’s obviously too big for it.
His hands dig into the fat of your hips, the plump of your thighs. “Say you love it when I fuck you like this.” It’s a command, an order.
You can feel him building the pressure between your legs all over again. He’s so big, drawfs you without even meaning to.
“Fucking sadist,” Katsuki continues to spill filth in your ear. “Want it to hurt? Fine, I’ll make it fucking hurt.”
And the way he hits that gooey spot, the spot that makes your pussy drip and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your thighs are trembling, your body is thrumming, the heavyweight pleasure of his dick slamming against something unbelievably sensitive inside of you titters along the sea-deep edge of overwhelming.
Your lips part, tongue rolling over your bottom lip as the words fall from you so naturally. Absolutely effortless. “Love it when you—when you fuck me, Katsu. Love—love you. Love—mmf!”
“C’mere,” there’s a soft gruffness to Katsuki’s voice, meant to pull you back and anchor you. His palm slides almost lovingly over the curve of your back and up to your shoulder. He slithers his fingers under your chin and cups your jaw to bring your head back up. He gives your cheek a small love tap, not nearly heavy enough to hurt and just enough to refocus your eyes on the side profile of his pretty face.
“There she is,” the way he says, all throaty and deep and proud. Possessive. Your mouth waters. “My greedy fuckin’ girl.”
“You really are dumb, huh?” Katsuki slips his tongue against yours, moans hotly into your mouth while his cock stuffs you full, pounds it’s way to the tip of your pussy just to pull all the way out and start again. And all your aching cunt can do is weep for more, more, more.
“Makin’ a mess all over me like s’all you’re good for. Gonna put—,” his arms wrap around you, and as he sits up, he pulls you with him, thn flushes your back against his chest. Your arm reaches up to wrap around his neck. “Gonna put some babies in ya, princess. How’s that sound?”
“Hah?” He’s pressing you. Wants an answer. Needs to hear you beg for his cum like the sweet girl you are. “Want some little hero brats?”
Yes! But it’s so hard to articulate when half your brain is malfunctioning. Good dick will do that to ya—and Katsuki knows. You know he fucking knows—but still gripes when you don’t answer.
“I guess not, huh,” his thumb rubs along the column of your throat as his other arm keeps you against his chest, the pat, pat, pat of his hips bouncing against your ass is echoing around that empty little head of yours. “I’ll just splatter it all over your fuckin’ ass, then—,”
“No!” You tilt your chin up to rest the back of your head on his shoulders and your fingers tighten in his ash blond hair. You sound so frustrated, so impudent. ‘Cause you hate not getting your way and you hate when he won’t listen to you. “No, no, no—inside—put it inside, Katsuki!”
“Wanna have your babies,” you turn your head to pant into his ear and pull his head closer to your mouth so he can hear you, using your knees to flush your ass against his hips and take him deepe. “Give it—gimme your cum, pl—please.”
A fucking menace, Katsuki seethes, dick throbbing hotly in your sopping pussy for the final time before spitting half a ton of cum into your womb—just like you begged it to. Curses dripping from his tongue, teeth sinking into your shoulder to keep from getting too loud, he treats you like his personal cumdump and pours all his cream right into your twitchy, little hole, so eager to swallow it all up.
Oh, yeah, legs twitching from the intense pull of his abdomend and overwhelming flood of cum you took right out of him. You and that cunt are fucking dangerous. Katsuki would give you fucking anything if you asked for it like that.
Full article is here and has a lot more wild details, like the fact that you can actually see Toni Morrison’s career as an editor (1967-1983) in that chart reflecting a rise, and then fall, of black authors.
Can you write something with Chris and a sugar baby? Maybe she goes to college in the area, and they’ve been hanging out more because of quarantine. One night while watching some movies, he kisses her and they have some nice rough sex. Maybe she slips up and falls him daddy, but he says he kinda likes it🥺🥺
Lady/Tramp
Summary: Chris is your new sugar daddy
Pairings: Chris Evans x black!reader
Warnings:18+ only, smut, daddy kink, sugar daddy, the beginnings of anal, fingering, blowjob, girl on top, rough sex
(A/N: so... Anon..... okay I know you like requested this forever ago but my writers block was suuuuper bad and I had a lot of shit going on. I guess better late than never? Anyway. I really hope you liked it.)
Your love life had been shit before quarentine, but now it was even worse. It wasn’t that you’d never had a boyfriend or anything you just had awful taste. So it never worked out. With the added obstacle of social distancing, that made it essentially nonexistent and you needed to get laid. So you did whatever else was going. You joined a dating website.
Okay so yeah. Maybe your mother would have freaked the fuck out if she knew. Who cares. Not like you hadn’t been on Tinder on and off forever. It’s just that this website was a little different than those.
As most people know. With quarantine came brokenness. With that desperation followed. So you decided to do something that you’d of course joked about with your friends a few times, but never really did.
You looked for a sugar daddy.
Now you know what you’re thinking right now. Like why didn’t you just do the normal thing and go back to working in retail where you have to deal with anti-mask assholes. Because that just sounded so much fun, huh.
So you signed up. As a surprised to no one ever, there were a shit ton of creeps. Of course a lot of the men would message saying the grossest stuff. Some asking to buy your panties. There were a few foot guys which ew. A few guys begged fo eat your ass which had you laughing for days. There were a few that were nice until they ruined it by sending unsolicited dick pics. Then you stumbled upon him.
You almost didn’t even talk to him because your first thought was that he was a catfish. He looked like if Prince Charming and Cinderella ended up having a hot ass son. He wasn’t even your type, but you liked his profile because you at least needed to find out what a man like that was doing on a website like this.
The first message turned into a long, surprisingly entertaining conversation. That led to him asking for your phone number. Which led to texting back and forth constantly. A phone conversation that ended in a FaceTime where you played with your pussy while he jerked himself off. After that, you pretty much had to meet.
Was it a good idea to meet up with a handsome stranger during a parallelogram? No of course not. If he hadn’t FaceTimed you, he could have been a catfish for all you know. Except he was real and used to be Captain America, so how bad could he be. Luckily not so bad because your were still seeing him a few months later
Not to be all corny, but Chris was kind of making such an uncertain time a little better. Just being his Disney prince cute self. Fuck. You weren’t supposed to like him and yet there you were. Driving to his house again.
Because of quarantine, your roommate never really got to see her boyfriend. So this being one of those rare times she’d finally been able to, you decided to make yourself scarce because they were either going to be fighting or fucking and you’d rather be out of there either way.
So you asked Chris if you could come over so that you could at least spend it with someone fun. Since this was your first time staying the night at his place you got all prepared. Shaving and primping. Wearing cute lingerie under your clothes. Surprisingly you’d seen his dick, but for some reason the two of you had yet to fuck. You weren’t sure how you were holding out so long, but you were kind of hoping that tonight he’d actually make a move.
So there you were with your short shorts on and a tank top even though it was freezing outside. At least your thigh high socks might keep you a little warm. Just because you were trying to give him the hint that you wanted more. Yeah you realized that it wasn’t a good idea because you were shivering. “You cold?” He asked as he came to sit by you with a blanket.
You nodded and he picked you up to place you in his lap, before covering the both of you up. You leaned into him. Letting him wrap his arms around you. Getting all cozy with his warmth.
Even when you were supposed to be paying attention to the movie you couldn’t help it as your eyes wandered to his face. “What is it, Pidge?” He asked, catching you. He’d been calling you that ever since you told him your favorite movie as a kid was Lady & the Tramp. It was like your pussy fluttered every time he did.
“Nothing,” you said before kissing his bearded cheek. Really though you were wondering how he looked so goddamn handsome even like this. “You know it’s not fair that I get a cute nickname, but you don’t have one. Like, Pidge is so cute. I have to give you something just as cute.”
You hummed as you thought. “Well, there’s Honey, Baby, or Sweetie, but that’s so basic.”
“And we can’t have that now can we?”
“Exactly.” You smiled before pecking his lips. “Mmm, I dunno. It’ll come to me.”
“Mhm,” he said before leaning down to start kissing along your neck. “It’s whatever you decide, Pidge. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”
He went back to kissing on your neck, making you let out a little gasp as his lips touched a certain spot. “Fuck. Keep doing that and the only thing I’ll be calling you is Daddy.”
He hissed against your skin and you smirked as you suddenly felt a little poke at your ass. “I mean... I’m not entirely opposed to that.”
“Chris!” You squealed as he bit into you.
He chuckled before kissing the spot. “You like it, huh.”
“A little bit.”
“Did I tell you that I like your little outfit,” he whispered in your ear. His breath was making you shiver. “Who brought you this?” He asked, tugging on the satin tank top.
“My daddy did.”
“Oh yeah? Sounds like a nice guy.”
“Oh he’s kind of the best.”
“The best? Wow that’s a pretty nice compliment.”
You nodded. “Well, he’s a pretty nice guy.”
“What else is he?” He asked going back to prepping your neck with kisses.
You swallowed a moan so you could speak, but it was a little hard with how good his lips felt on your skin. The way he’d nibble at the right moments. Then how he’d played with the hem of your top so he could touch you. “Well, he’s cute. Really cute.”
His hands slipped under your top and you looked down as his hand got really close to your boob. Only for him to pull it away making you groan. “You’re so pretty, Pigeon.” He kissed along your shoulder this time. “My cute little baby girl.”
“Oh so I’m yours now?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.
“You’ve been mine,” he whispered in your ear. Fuck. The pretty panties you’d put on for him had to be ruined now. Chris grabbed you by your hair so he could bring your head back so he could kiss your lips.
This kiss was different than the other times. This was pure hunger. His hands grabbing at your ass now like he owned it. Not that you minded. Besides, you liked it rough.
“Daddy,” you whimpered against his mouth. “You’re getting me all wet.”
He chuckled. “Yeah?”
“Uh huh. Need more.”
“Tell Daddy what you want, Pidge.”
“For you to touch me all over.”
Chris took in a sharp breath. “Damn.” He hissed. “Like, here?” He asked before putting his hand on your boob that was still covered by your bra.
“Yes.” You giggled before leaning into kiss him again. “And,” you grabbed his hand, “right here,” you finished as you placed it over your clothed pussy.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, rubbing over it. “What do you want me to do?” There was something about his voice right now that was making you feel drunk. It was so low and the way it rasped was only making you need it more.
“I want you to finger fuck me,” you said, moaning as he continued to pet you over your shorts. 
He pressed his lips to yours again. Making you moan with how deep he started kissing you. Like he was making love to you with his lips. Your head started to feel all dizzy with need.
You stopped kissing back when he finally put his hands on you. You moaned into him as he finally pushed passed your shorts and panties to press his fingers to your clit. He didn’t let you pull away. If anything he made you leaned back so your head was against the armrest so he could get even more access.
“Fuck,” you squealed into his mouth. You knew you were sopping wet by now. He was rubbing you so good.
“Now I know that’s not the only thing you want,” he said, fingers still swirling around your clit. You were letting out these cute little moans like you were gasping for air only for it to come out in a little whine.
You shook your head, trying to press your body into his. Like you needed to be as close to him as possible. You tilted your head back and let out a guttural moan as his fingers finally entered you. The juiciness of your pussy flooding into your thong.
“Tell me, Pidge. What else do you want from Daddy?”
“Your cock,” you managed to get out.
“Yeah? Where.”
“Anywhere. I wanna be your cockwhore.” You squeaked as he started really fucking you with his fingers. Then he wrapped his and around your neck. You don’t know how you didn’t just orgasm right then and there, but you did let out another moan.
He chuckled. “Don’t say that,” he said. “Then I might end up doing some really nasty stuff to you.”
“That’s okay, Daddy,” you whimpered out. “I like it.”
“So if I put my dick in your little asshole, you’d let me?” He asked.
You nodded. “Uh huh. I know you like that.”
“Good fucking girl.” He whispered. “So damn good for Daddy. I think we’re going to have so much fun.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy. I wanna be your little toy.” Obviously by this point you were far gone. Not a trace of thoughts in your head aside from him and his dick and whatever he was about to do to you.
You felt desperate for him at this point. Especially as his fingers were bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” you cried out as you finally come all over his fingers.
Once again he smashed his lips to yours. Not even slowing down what he was doing to you. His fingers still fucking into you. Until he pulled you over his lap so he could yank your shorts down your legs. “Ohh these panties are so cute,” he said, rubbing your ass. “Who got you these?”
“You did,” you squeaked as he smacked your butt.
“Hope you don’t mind if I rip them, then,” he said.
“No wait. I’m wearing the whole set I was you to see it.”
“I’m sure it’s very pretty, Baby.” He smacked your ass again. “I don’t believe I asked, though,” he said before ripping the fabric.
You gasped. “Hey!”
“I’ll buy you as many pretty panties as you want.” Another slap before his fingers went back to your swollen, wet pussy. The squishy noise of him finger fucking your cunt filled the room.
“Fuck.” You shuddered as you tightened around him again. “You’re gonna make me squirt.”
“Oh, fuck,” he said and it only fueled him to keep going. “My nasty girl.”
You could feel it right there. The way he had you spread open over his lap with his other going to hold onto your neck. It was like you could feel everything. The warmth from your thigh highs. The satin of your tank top against your skin. Like your sense of touch had been enhanced by him fucking into you knuckles deep.
You couldn’t even make noise anymore. It was just too much. Like you were teetering on the edge of a cliff about to be pushed off.
“You gonna cum for me?” He asked.
“Uh huh,” you managed to get out.
That’s when he stopped. Removed his fingers from your overly sensitive cunt. Moved his hand from your throat. Your brain was too fuzzy to even register what was happening as he made you sit back up.
“Wait, n-“ but you couldn’t speak as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.
“Clean it up,” he said. You listened, licking his fingers as he stuffed them in your mouth. “What a good little pigeon.”
“Hmmm,” you whined because you’d been so close
“That’s enough,” he said before kissing your neck. “C’mere.” He turned you around so you could straddle his lap. He wrapped his arms around you. “What’s your safe word?” He asked. Oh.
You stared at him for minute with hazy eyes. Like you were off in some far away land from how he’d just teased you so much you couldn’t think. What was your safe word? Did you even have a safe word? “How about Louboutin?” You finally just said because you couldn’t even remember anything right now.
He chuckled. “You sure?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“How about this? If you’re good for Daddy tonight, I’ll buy you a few pairs.”
“Really?” You asked with a bright smile covering your face.
“Mhm,” he said. “Whatever you want, Pidge.”
“Oh, Daddy,” you said putting your face into his neck. “You’re the best.”
“I’m glad you think so. You just need to be a good girl for me. If you’re not Daddy will tear this ass up.” He slapped your ass for good measure making you jump.
“Yes, sir.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll be good.”
“Mmm, that’s my girl.” He leaned into kiss you, squeezing your ass. He stood up, taking you with him. “Now I want you to go wait for me on my bed, face down ass up.”
You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Take this off first,” he said, pulling up your top and helping you out of it and then your bra leave you only in those socks. “Go,” he said before kissing your cheek then slapped your ass.
You did as he told you. Getting into the middle of the bed with your drippy pussy on display from behind. The excitement of him sliding in home to your cunt was only making you more achy coupled with what he’d just done to you to leave you on the edge.
As you waited, you started getting impatient. You tried to keep your hands away. Honestly. It was just so hard, though. You were so wet and he was taking forever.
That’s when you started touching yourself. Trying to bite back a moan as your fingers started working your clit. Fuck you could feel yourself getting close so quick since he’d already gotten you so worked up.
You let out a little whimper as you started to feel it creeping. He was taking so long and you needed it so bad. How were you supposed to hold on.
“Being a bad girl already?” He asked, making you jump.
You took your hand away as quickly as you could. “No.”
“Are you lying to me?”
Fuck.
You groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m just so... I need you so bad.”
“So I guess you don’t want those shoes that bad after all,” he said, coming to get beside you on the bed. He was only in his boxers and fuck he looked so beautiful like this. It was actually taking your breath away.
“No I do!” You pouted. “I’m sorry.”
“Make it up to me,” he said, grabbing either side of your face. He started leading you forward, giving you the hint to start crawling towards him while he took his boxers off.
Fuck if you thought his abs were beautiful, but his cock was perfect. Long, thick, so damn hard. “See I was going to eat your pussy when I came in,” he started, “but since you want to be bad you’re going to work for it.”
You nodded even though you had a frown on your face. He didn’t say what he wanted, but it was kind of obvious the way his dick was right there just looking so yummy. You started to lick up and down his length.
He felt so heavy against your tongue. So tasty. Yet you couldn’t help yourself as you still had that furrow in your brow. Even as you started putting him in your mouth.
“What’s with the attitude, Pidge?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s just not fair. You didn’t say I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.”
Chris chuckled before kissing your forehead. “You’re so fucking cute. You’re lucky this is the first time I’m fucking you,” he said before pecking your lips, “or else I’d spank you for being a smartass.”
Before you could react he pulled you up so you could straddled his lap. Making you wrap your arms around him. He started kissing you again. All deep. That’s when he lifted you up and made you slam down on his dick.
“Instead I’ll just fuck you until you know whose boss,” he said, holding you a down as he thrusted up into you. All you could reach were his shoulders which you’d started raking your fingernails as you finally got to ride the dick you’d been fantasizing about ever since you’d met him.
It was so thick and hard. The way he was holding you as he looked right into your eyes as he was pounding up into your cunt was making you feel like you might actually go insane. It was too much honestly. Especially since he’d done it without warning. You don’t even know how you were holding on.
“Oh, god,” you whined. “I can’t.”
“Sorry, Pidge, but you need to learn your place. I wouldn’t have had to teach you on the first day if you’d just listened,” he whispered in your ear making you sure you could cum already. Especially since he was kind of forcing it out of you.
Tears prickled at your eyes. It just felt so good. Too good. Way too good.
“Ah!” You let out the short scream into his ear because you just couldn’t help it as you started cumming. You’d barely even started and he already had you like this. Sure it was because of how much he’d worked you up earlier, but fuck.
“Oh, Pidge, but I just started fucking you.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me I’m making you cum already.”
You nodded as another moan bubbled up out of your lips. “Fuck!”
“That’s it, Pigeon,” he said before smacking your ass. Once. Twice. And then a third time. Then got a really good grip on it.
“Yes, Daddy,” you gasped.
“You love Daddy’s dick?” He talked with his lips against yours.
You nodded, not being able to help yourself as you tossed your head back. Hands still on his shoulders as you finally whined out a pathetic, “Yes.”
“Yeah? You love Daddy’s dick, Pidge?”
“Yes I love Daddy’s dick.”
“That’s my good girl,” he said moving his hand from your ass so he could grab onto your neck to force you to look at him. “My good fucking girl.”
He pushed you down onto your back making you gasp again, but he didn’t even stop fucking into you. He pressed a hard kiss into your mouth. Your pussy clenched around him.
“Daddy,” you cried before letting out a little squeal. “You’re so fucking thick it. It, it hurts.”
“Yeah you want me to stop? You know what to say,” he said fucking into you so deep. And how was he stretching you out like that.
“No it feels so good,” you moaned. “It feels so fucking good. Please, don’t stop.”
Chris only seemed to move his hips at another angle so you could feel it a little harder. “God, you have such a tight pussy. Fucking perfect,” his Boston accent slurred in his words and only made you let out another moan. He chuckled, then hooked one of your legs over his bicep as he fucked you.
There was a gap between your bodies now so you looked down to see his dick going in and out of you. Fuck his cock was so fat. Your head went back again as another orgasm started to go through your body. Squirting out onto his pelvis.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, shoving himself in and out of you going into the same spot that had gotten you to this point. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he just kept fucking it. Making your pussy juices keep coming out. “That’s it,” he moaned this time. “You’re gonna make Daddy cum.”
“Cum in me, Daddy,” you pretty much begged when it finally became to much for him and he couldn’t resist unloading deep into you.
He fucked it into you. Like he was trying to get it into you nice and deep. The warmth of his hot seed only seemed to trigger another orgasm from you. Chris leaned down to kiss you. Needing to feel you all close to him.
From there he put his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him. Clinging to him. Chests heaving up and down.
“I think you’re almost there to your Louboutins,” he said before leaning up to kiss your lips.
“Why almost?” You asked.
“I think you’re gonna have to do a little extra to earn six hundred dollar shoes,” he said before flipping you over so you were flat on your stomach. Then he dipped two fingers into your cunt before taking them out to rub against your other hole. “Don’t you think?”
“I mean...” you groaned because you were so ready for Chris to use all your holes, “if that’s what it takes.”
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