Warnings: 18+, MDNI, dirty talk, thigh riding, language, fluff, desperation, no use of y/n
Summary: Unable to keep dirty thoughts about your boyfriend at bay, when he provides an opportunity, you take it.
word count: 1.5k
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He had to know what he was doing, he just had to. There was no other explanation for the tight white T-shirt on his form and the way he leaned over you at dinner, his heavy cologne invading your senses and T-shirt tugging down to reveal his tattoos shaded in by heavy chest hair. Maybe it was just you, a desperate and aching need filling you at the idea of him. Already drunk off just his smell and the heavy way his accent lolled off his tongue. You were desperate for him, in literally anyway, imagining that same tongue that peeked out to lick his lips was somewhere on your body instead.
It’s not long until the other dinner guests leave, you and Chris automatically in the habit of cleaning up after the fun night. You retrieve all the dishes and dump them in the sink, determined to have them all placed in the dishwasher while Chris collects empty beer bottles scattered around the home. You’re thankful for the distraction, arms wet to your elbows as you rinse each dish, mind no longer wandering on Chris’ broad body and all the things you want to with it.
“Sorry,” Chris’ voice suddenly mutters, a hand falling to your hip as he presses his hard body against your back. His free hand reached above the both of you, opening the cupboard there to retrieve who knows what. The infiltration has you tightening your grip on the ledge of the sink, the curve of your ass fitting perfectly into the dip of his crotch. A perfect puzzle piece match and you can’t help the way your head droops and a sigh escapes your lips. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Chris either, realization dawned on him that you are putty in his hands.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low and heavy in your ear. You gulp, trying to keep your voice steady and mind off of the fact you would do anything to desperately grind back into him right now.
“Ye-yeah. I’m fine, just a little dizzy from the wine,” you say, eyes opening and offering a soft smile over your shoulder. He hasn’t moved away yet, fingers still wrapped around your waist, and he doesn’t realize he might just be the death of you.
“Okay, you sure?” he asks, this time with less curiosity in his voice. It makes you question his reassurance until you feel him push tighter against you, hips lifting just a bit that you can now feel him under the curve of your ass.
You don’t answer, unsure if any words could actually come out right now. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you grip the sink and Chris abandoned whatever it was he came to grab in favor of turning off the sink. His hand returns to hold the other side of your waist and it’s at this moment you realize how screwed you are.
“I don’t think it’s the wine making you dizzy. I mean I’ve never seen you so desperate,” he mutters, hips rolling into you again while one of his hands trails to your stomach, pushing you tighter against him. This time you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips, your ears turn red from embarrassment but Chris just grins. Slowly his hand dips under your shirt, a large palm gliding up your stomach and rising the fabric with it. When he reaches the cup of your bra, your body finally stops fighting him, your ass grounding into him while your head flings back to rest against his shoulder.
“It’s your fault,” you accuse, more whines leaving you as he lays his hand across your breast and offers a soft squeeze.
“Yeah baby, how’s that?” he asks, lips closing on your neck and leaving the faintest of kisses. Cleaning the house has now been abandoned in favor of each other, a desperate need coming from you both.
“You’re just so big and you smell so good. Every two seconds you had your chest in my face and I’m just a girl,” it’s nonsense, pure nonsense leaving your lips because what words are there to even say as he feels this good pressed against you.
“So all night, you were just sitting there and imagining me in the most filthy ways?” he asks, a hand brushing some hair away from your shoulder so he could have more access to your neck. He continues to taste the skin there, sucking softly and soothing it over with his tongue.
“Not exactly, I was imagining all the different ways I could use your big body to please mine,” you answer honestly, in too deep to go back now and a little dizzy with the idea he might actually give you what you wanted.
“Care to show me?” he asks and you nod eagerly, not a bit of shame in your eyes as he releases his hold on you and guides you to the living room couch. He stands before you, a mischievous grin on his lips as he presents himself to you.
Without any words shared you grab the hem of his shirt, lifting and revealing more and more of his happy trail. He allows you to remove his shirt, enjoying the way you gape at his sturdy and hairy chest like it was some sort of dessert. When the fabric is thrown somewhere to the side, your small fingers take their time wading through chest hair and exploring the tattoos littered along his chest. He tries to hide the way he shivers as you glide them down and tangle in his happy trail before finding the buttons of his jeans. It's not often he relents control in the bedroom but how turned on you are for him when he had done nothing to you yet made him desperate to submit. He was curious to know what had been in your head all night.
“Look at you,” you muse, smirking up at him as you grip his length through his strained briefs. He winces at the sensation before grinding into your palm. He’s so hard for you already but having him inside you wasn’t first on the list. “Sit down Chris.”
He is quick to obey, unsteady steps backward until he falls to the couch. He still looks so big against the cushions and you just smile as you slowly undress. Your panties are a mess and you can feel your arousal on your thighs as you look at the Greek God of a man in front of you. Once completely naked you stalk your way over to him, one leg hooking around his waist. He prepares for you to follow suit with the other but instead it wedges between his legs and your wet heat settles against his thigh.
“Fuck baby,” he says heavily at the sensation. His hands grip your hips, to ground you or himself, he’s not sure. His length pushes against the top of your thigh and you laugh lightly at the very dirty predicament you're in.
“Been imaging this all night,” you tell him before gliding your hips forward. You move easily due to how wet you are and even though his cock barely brushes along your leg, he’s the one moaning. Discovering it felt even better than imagined you find a rhythm and begin to grind down on him. It should be embarrassing, using him to get yourself off, but the way he looks at you mesmerized takes it all away.
“Please cum like this?” he begs and you just whine, your clit scraping over his leg hair just right and he removes a hand from your hip to grope your breast. You moan again when he pinches your pebbled nipple and Chris is certain he might cum in his pants just from this.
It’s not long until you feel that coil tightening in your stomach, your slick dripping down his thigh, and you’re so close. Chris notices and brings his mouth to your breast, sucking your nipple softly into his mouth. The new sensation has the rhythm of your hips faltering but he uses his hands to steady you and when he switches to the other nipple, your body stutters to a stop. You convulse, slumping into him as you finish all over his thigh. Chris’ cock jumps, his precum leaking desperately through the fabric, and you look so fucked out already.
“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he mutters, nuzzling you close and you hiss when your sensitive clit nudges his thigh. He’s so hard it almost hurts.
“Can I ride your abs next?” you ask and he lets out a hearty laugh, head tipping back in the process. You smile softly, eyes heavy with exhaustion and Chris looks at you lovingly.
“Not yet, I need to be inside you first. Maybe tomorrow,” and you don’t complain as he uses his strength to lift you and lay you along the couch. You watch dreamily as he finally removes his boxers and frees his length. It’s so hard it nudges his pelvis, angry and red. Your pussy clenches just at the sight and he grins before sealing his lips against yours and pushing up inside of you.
Hi! I love your fics so much and wanted to send in a request if that would be okay with you!!💗 could you please do a lifeguard!Ari Levinson x Tiny!reader where she brings him lunch while he’s at work, she’s wearing a bikini… obvi. When she gets there she sees girls flirting and staring at Ari and she gets really jealous, size kink… smut? 😁
hey honey! thank you so much, I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it.
summary - you go to surprise your boyfriend and get jealous over the women hanging around him.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You wanted to surprise your partner. You decided to make his favourite food, wrapping it in cute packaging before putting it in an adorable picnic basket and wearing the sexy bikini that Ari had gifted you. You were happy as you skipped up, excited to see Ari, but you began to regret it as you got closer. Your man stood with tall, good-looking women around him, their hands touching his biceps, and they seemed to be flirting. Was this what he does when he’s here? Did you not mean anything? Were you too short? Many thoughts flew around in your mind, causing the green-eyed monster to appear.
You can feel your inner brat begin to make its way to the surface. With a huff, you stomp your foot and angrily turn around, not feeling in the mood to have lunch with Ari anymore. You don’t notice Ari turning his head with a smile as he sees you, which slowly turns into a frown when he catches you walking away. He growls when he realises why. These stupid bimbos are always crowding him daily, and he’s learnt to zone them out, watching out for danger. They had known he was taken, but they didn’t care, and he wished he could drown them in the same ocean he was watching.
Ari pushes the women as he stalks after you, nodding to the other lifeguard to take over for him. “Baby!” Ari huffs, breaking out into a jog as he chases after you. “Baby! Goddamit woman! Slow down!” He growls, wondering how a tiny ass woman can be so damn fast. Ari finally catches up to you, quickly getting ahead and stopping before you. He sighs when he notices the look on your face, knowing he’d have to make it up to you. “Baby girl. Where do you think you're going?”
You roll your eyes, attempting to walk past him but feel annoyed as he stops you. “Ari, let me go. I’m not in the mood. Go back to your beach, bimbos.” You grumble, and a squeal escapes as you are suddenly lifted, your feet no longer touching the ground as Ari carries you to a secluded part of the beach. Your tiny fists hit his back, gasping as his large hand smacks your plump cheeks.
Ari plonks you down onto the ground and stands over you. “Now, baby girl. You know I love you, and I’d never cheat on you, so why let your inner brat take over?” His hands rest on his hips before he kneels and crawls on top of you, gripping your cheeks softly. “Did my little baby come to give daddy some lunch, hmm? Did you come here wearing my favourite bikini and then get jealous thinking I’d rather have someone else?” A moan slips past your lips as he rubs his prominent bulge against your covered cunt. “Why don’t I make it up to you, baby.” You whine when he slides your bikini bottoms to the side and takes his throbbing member out. Ari lines the thick cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in, grunting with how tight you are around him. “Fuck, baby!”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your walls spasm wildly around his cock as he continues to push in deeper and deeper, stretching you open from the inside. Your hands fly to his back, digging your nails into his flesh as your head flies back. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck!” You whine and moan, wrapping your tiny legs around his giant body. Your screams echo as he begins to pound into you, fucking you hard and deep, marking you, claiming you.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. Why would I want someone else when I have you, huh?” Ari growls, holding your tiny body down as he destroys you, taking you apart underneath him. His cock splits you open, drilling into you until you wither underneath him, your back arches, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your arousal squirts out of you and covers him. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squirt for daddy.” Ari’s hand slithers between you and plays with your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm. His balls tighten, and his cock begins to twitch wildly before thick amounts of cum spurt out of him and deep into you, stuffing you full of him. “Gonna pump you full of me, let everyone know your mine, and I’m yours as your round with my child.” You whimper underneath him, cumming at his words.
Ari leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, holding you close to him as he strokes your cheek. “I love you so much, baby. You’re my little doll.”
-> This is a moodboard series that was inspired by international fairy day (06/24/2026) and it explores eight different Chris Evans characters and what they would look like with different fairy talents. I will spread this over the next 8 days or so.
Fairies Do Exist Pinterest Board
The Characters:
1. Jake Jensen
2. Ari Levinson
3. Steve Rogers
4. Lloyd Hansen
5. Curtis Everett
6. Ransom Drysdale
7. Andy Barber
8. Jack O'Malley
The fairy & fairy dust dividers were by @asiatic-apple and the pink line divider was by @saradika. Moodboards and anything was made by me!
Couple: Andy Barber x Reader (Secretary)
Word count: 283 words
Content: MDNI (18+), insults, friends with benefits (not mentioned, but let's put it that way ;))
Let me know if I'm forgetting anything
N/A: My entry for 9/28 of the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge
The message is “I love it when you're creamy with my cum,” organized by @societyfolklore and @soelstress :)
I love all of Chris's characters, but lately I've been obsessed with Andy Barber.
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It was supposed to be a quiet night. You would finish the paperwork Mr. Barber had left you, and then you could go out with your friends.
Nowhere in that plan was it written that you would end up bent over your boss's desk with his cock deep inside you.
“I told you to hand in the documents at 8,” he said as he slowly penetrated you. "And what did you do, sweetheart?
You were exhausted. He was pushing you to the limit, but he wouldn't let you come.
“I didn't listen to you, b-but,” you moaned. You were close, just one more thrust and you could release yourself. “Let me come, please. And... and...”
You couldn't finish because you shuddered from the spanking he gave you.
“When did I give you permission to talk to me like that, you fucking bitch?” he muttered as he settled between your breasts to suck them vehemently. “Address me properly and I'll let you come.”
It wouldn't be long now. You didn't care anymore. If he wanted to humiliate you, you'd let him do it in exchange for letting you come. You could feel every vein in his member and how it stretched around your pussy.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Barber, I'm so sorry,” you sobbed as you felt the lawyer's hand rubbing your clit. “I'll be a good girl, but please let me cum,” you begged with your last breath.
"Puedes correrte, pequeña zorra", gimió al sentir su semen mezclarse con el tuyo. "Me encanta cuando estás cremosa con mi semen ", terminó de decir mientras se inclinaba sobre ti.
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Note: I stopped writing a while ago, but this event encouraged me to return.
I apologize if there are any errors; English is not my native language, and I often use a translator. The images are taken from Pinterest, credit to their creators (all I did was put them together in a banner).
warnings: smut ofc! black!fem!reader, use of baby oil, slight breeding kink, intercourse, no protection, and, iw steve.
Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.
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Written: November 5th, 2024-December 1st, 2024
Published: December 1st, 2024
Summary: Your massage turns into something else..
wc: 1,157
I got out the shower and it felt relaxing but I still had all these knots I’m my back. As I came out of Steve’s and I’s shared bathroom, he was sitting on the bed with only grey sweatpants on…he looked so fucking sexy.
“Took you long enough.” He jokingly said to me. I tightened my towel around my body as I laid down on my side of the bed. I looked back over at Steve and he went back to reading some article on his iPad. He was focused and I didn’t want to interrupt him…but I really want a massage.
I grabbed a scrunchie from my nightstand and tied my braids into a high bun.
“Baby?” I softly said as he looked up at me. “Yes?” He answered with a little chuckle. He gave me all his undivided attention and I love when he does that.
“Can you give me a massage, please? It doesn’t have to take long but I’ve just really had these knots in my shoulders and lower back.”
His features softened as looked at me. “Of course I can baby, let me get the oil.” He replied before he went to the bathroom to get the baby oil. I started smiling like a little kid, I can’t wait to get rid of these knots!
I took my towel off and laid down on my stomach with my head propped on arms. Steve walked back into the room with the oil as he whistled at me. “Looking sexy as ever, Mrs. Rogers.” He said with a smirk before giving my ass a hard slap.
“Ounch! That hurt!” I whined. Steve has the super solider strength, so it hurts like hell.
He playfully rolled his eyes at me as he came over to the bed, hovering over my body. He started pouring oil on my legs first, then rubbing it in gently. I felt my leg muscles loosen up some as I closed my eyes. After he rubbed it into my legs, he poured some onto my back.
He began deeply massaging my lower back as moans flew out my mouth. “Yes! That feels so good! A little more harder, baby.” I said as Steve laughed at me. He’s rolling his thumbs into my back muscles and he really digs deep into that one knot down there.
I feel the pressure releasing, and it response I began to arch my back. Since Steve was hovering over me, I felt his cock harden at my response. “I’m supposed to be giving you a massage and you’re over here archin your back.” He grunted.
“I’m sorry baby, but it feels so good! Go a little higher please!” I moaned.
He begins to massage my shoulders and it almost feels like I’m about to cum to this.
The long days at work, the tiring workouts, and all the stress fading away. I started moaning loudly as he pressed deeply into one of the knots in my shoulders. “That feel good, princess?” He questioned as I nodded my head in response.
“So good.” I tiredly said. “Shit!” I said to myself.
Steve flipped me over and started pouring the baby oil all over my body. He poured a bunch of oil on my boobs and started groping them.
‘Mhhm!”
I could feel the wetness from my pussy start to seep into the sheets as Steve grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way down to my ears. I was definitely feeling the stretch.
I was holding my legs back while he pulled his sweats down and grabbed his cock. We’ve been married for years but I’ll never be able to get over how huge he is. He was hard and tip was a angry red color, and those veins on the side of his dick just make me wet overtime.
“You ready?” He asked as I quickly nodded my head.
He shoved himself inside of me and we both let out a moan at the same time. “Steve!” I moaned.
He stayed still for a bit before pulling back out and pushing himself inside me again. He started thrusting into me slowly. “You’re too big!” I whined as he chuckled. “You can take it.” He said softly into my ear.
I was starting to get shy from the sounds of my wettness, it was the only thing you could hear in the room right now. Steve did a powerful thrust as he sucked some air from how tight I was. I tried to close my leg but he popped my inner thigh. “Keep them open for me, I wanna see that pretty pussy.” He said. I pouted at his words. It was becoming too much and we just started.
He grabbed my face and started kissing me passionately while his thrusts became faster. “Look how good you take daddy’s dick, all wet tight for me.” He groaned against my lips as my eyes rolled back.
I was about to cum, I could feel it.
“I wanna cum all over your dick!” I breathlessly moaned as he laughed at the state of me right now. A mess under him, for him and him only. And looking so pretty with that oil covering your chocolate skin.
He couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy, especially since it was covered in baby oil and your juices.
He brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing it slowly. “Oh fuck!” Was all you could get out at the moment. Steve knew exactly what he was doing.
“Squirt for me, baby. I want my dick covered in the sweet juices of yours, okay?”
I nodded my moaned in response.
He started to rub my clit faster and thats when I felt my legs shake. Before I knew it, my pussy was squirting as Steve’s face was covered with a smirk. “Good girl! Good fucking girl!” He groaned as he slapped me across the face. I moaned from the sting, something about just felt so good.
“Fuck! Gonna put a baby in this tight little pussy!” He said to me as his thrusts got sloppier, I knew he was about to finish. “UGH!” Was all I heard before he came inside of me.
I wrapped my legs around his toned torso as his head fell into my oiled boobs.
“I gotta oil you up more often, baby. It just suits your skin so well.” He said as he looked up to get another look at me.
“I was supposed to be getting a massage.” I teasingly said as he chuckled. “You looked too good, I couldn’t resist.” Steve responded before he started sucking on my boob.
“Baby, I’m tired!” I whined. “Well I’m not.” He said as he looked me dead in my eyes while still sucking on my boob. I threw my head back into the mattress and let Steve do his magic.
