Omg I Just Finished Reading Bubba With Chris Evans And My Heart Just Burst 😍, I Was Wondering If This

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an: this wasn’t requested but I’m high asf right now (not on purpose bc I have work in 30 minutes), but I thought this was cute. Enjoy ☀️

tw: smoking weed, fluff, reader is 21+

You lounged on the bed flipping through the Firestick waiting for Chris to finish getting himself and Dodger ready for the day. You both woke up past 11:30, the soothing sounds of outside keeping you lull. It's rainy and cold which makes the perfect weather to stay in and watch movies, but you couldn't find one.

It wasn't necessarily a horror movie vibe; maybe tonight. Action? No. Drama? Ugh. You slam the remote down on the bed and flop backwards letting out a big sigh.

"Heeey. What's all that for?" Chris asked walking over the bedroom threshold. You sat up briefly taking in the physique of his sweatshirt covered torso and gray lounge shorts,

"Babe, you're not cold?"

He shook his head, "Heater's on," he said crossing to the bed and plopping down,

"What's with all the sighing?" He started to rub his hand over your thigh as you started to answer him,

"There's nothing to watch."

"There's nothing to watch or you don't know what to watch?"

"Is there a difference?"

"I guess not," he said with a chuckle. "What about a psycho-thriller? You love those."

"I don't have the mental capacity for that right now."

"What about a comedy? You don't have to pay full attention and you get a few laughs."

"Hm. Fine, I'll give a look."

"I'm gonna grab a quick snack. Want anything?"

"Just water please." He nodded his head and walked out. You scrolled through the endless pages of comedic movies and landed on a comedic duo you and Chris both loved. You hadn't seen the movie, but the synopsis sounded interesting. You cued it up to start when Chris walked back in the room,

"I thought you were getting a snack."

"We don't have much. We've been eating on the leftovers my mom left I guess we didn't notice. Find anything?"

"I'll Instacart some stuff here and yeah! It's called "The Interview" with Seth Rogen and Dave Franco. Have you seen it?"

"No, I've never heard of it, but okay." You were quickly ordering groceries when you realized Chris hadn't moved from across the room. Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and at him, who was grinning like a kid.

"What? What did you do?"

"Nothing... yet."

"Yet?"

"Just.. found something that may make this day even better."

"What did you find?"

Chris brought his hands from behind his back and held up the baggie of weed and swishers, giving them a very enticing shake. You looked at what he was holding and shook your head, letting a small smile creep.

"Oh you just happened to find that?"

"It was in the back of a drawer in the kitchen. I didn't think I had any left."

"Baby...you know I gave that up. Weed is weed. It's nothing special."

"You gave up SoCal weed. This is Boston weed."

"And what is 'Boston Weed'?"

"The shit that'll change your life." You looked at him for a second before giving in. He gleefully walked to his side of the bed and climbed in. He got comfortable, handing you your water and opened the baggie.

"Whoa!" You both exclaimed. The potent odor of the raw flower permeated the room before a spark was even lit. Chris brought the baggie to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Smells like a Saturday filled with Looney Toons and Captain Crunch."

"Babe, how old is this stuff?" You asked, hinting that it may not be safe for consumption if he was smoking it in his teens.

"Like 6 months." You rolled your eyes and ginned looking back at your phone at how childish he could be sometimes. You were finishing the delivery order while Chris took the nearest book and set up to roll.

"They should be here by the time the movie is over. It's gonna take a little longer because of the rain."

"That's fine. We can keep ourselves occupied," he said holding up the tightly rolled blunt.

"Chris Evans, that is a beautifully crafted j. Willie Nelson himself would be proud.

"Thank you, baby," he said holding the blunt to his lips and lighting it. You watched as he inhaled the smoke deeper into his lungs. He leaned back on the exhale, head hitting the headboard. He kept his eyes closed as he took another hit, holding it in and passing you the blunt. You looked at it for a second and then back at Chris who was already glossy eyed.

You took a deep breath and put the blunt to your lips, sucking in the potent smoke. You held it as long as you could before exhaling followed by a string of heavy coughing,

“Oh what the fuck,” you said between coughs.

“I told you that shit is different,” he said laughing at your pain.

You swallowed hard and took another hit after your chest stopped burning so much. The same thing happened, but not as strong. Then you went for a third,

“Whoa whoa hey. Puff puff pass, remember? And take it easy. This’ll have you stoned into next week.” You two passed the blunt between yourselves until you noticed the movie was already on. Your attention turned to the screen and you zoned out until your brain registered something funny which enticed you to laugh.

The movie was a little more than half over when your stomach started to growl,

“I think I have the munchies,” you said without your eyes diverting from the film.

“I know I do.”

“Wanna get a snack?”

“We have to go to the store.”

“Oh yeah. I can’t drive for shit right now, should we walk?” You asked holding your hand out in front of your face as a test of sobriety. Chris slowly turned his head to look out the window,

“It stopped raining. Should we walk?”

“Wait. Didn’t I say we should walk?”

“No you said you were hungry.”

“Oh yeah. Um, yeah. Let’s get dressed.”

The two of you took almost 20 minutes to get ready to walk half a mile but you finally made it to the front door. Chris got distracted yanking your hood over your head and calling you his little Eskimo baby. The two of you giggled in the foyer for almost 2 minutes before grabbing the knob.

When the door opened, both of you instinctively inhaled the fresh air deeply, letting the chilled Boston air hit your flushed faces. You smiled slightly as the beautifully golden sun beamed down on your cheeks. The sky after the rain was your favorite. You were about to take a step, when…

“I can’t.”

“What?” Chris asked looking down at you.

“I can’t do it,” you replied starring blankly ahead at the slick driveway.

“Do what, baby?”

“Move.”

“Ha! You can’t move?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“Then people will know for sure that I’m high.”

“Babe, people are going to know. Or they might not because they’re probably high too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just walk slow. We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay,” you said as you reached for his arm to help guide you down the front steps. The two of you walked linked together to the corner mart. You picked out everything you have a craving for or might crave later. You went to check on Chris and saw he abandoned the “pick what you can carry” and opted for a whole ass basket.

“Babe.”

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s supposed to rain all weekend and I’m not coming back out if I don’t have to.” His logic wasn’t flawed so you emptied your arms into the basket and walked the rest of the store with him. The security guards must’ve had a good ol’ time watching you two laugh at absolutely everything and do silly dances in the isles to the music.

It was finally time to check out and you waited patiently, thinking about what you would eat first…or if you should elevate the high and then eat. You were pulled from your thoughts when Chris put his hand around your waist and walked you out of the store. Luckily the baggers were great because you only had three bags each to carry back home.

You were in mid conversation when you walked up the driveway and Chris stopped midway. You were finishing your sentence when you looked at him,

“What?”

He looked at the bags in his hands and then back up to the door as if something wasn’t making sense. You followed his eyes up to the porch and dropped the bags in your hands to cover you face.

“We already ordered groceries,” Chris said as he turned to you.

“Yes. Yes we did.”

“Hopefully the power doesn’t go out,” he said picking up the bags you dropped and waking up to the door. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at the oopsie you both made.

‘Maybe we can donate some’, you thought as you entered the house and closed the door.

kryptonite

Kryptonite

Pairing: Bouncer!Chris Evans x Exotic Dancer!Reader

Summary: Most men come into your club feeling like superman: completely invincible. Little do they know what lurks around the corner when their confident and entitled mindset convinces them to cross a line.

Warnings: The reader is put in an uncomfortable situation and touched without consent. The reader is threatened. Mild violence. Language. Mention of drugs and alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything :)

A/N: I'm not really a fan. But I've been in such a rut. I needed something to help get the gears turning and whipped this out. Hopefully you guys like it!

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Two greedy hands clawed at your ass, fingernails biting into the soft skin. Your jaw clamped together as you masked your irritation with a sultry grin. “Oh, honey.” You shook your head, leaning back on your heels. “You can look…” You paused, reaching around him to press the concealed panic button just behind his greasy hair. “But you can’t touch.” 

You pushed off of the velvet couch to stand, thankful you could no longer feel his tiny dick pressed against you. The muscles in his jaw ticked, the heat in his eyes shifting from lust to rage.

It was always this kind of man who felt like the rules didn’t apply to him. He paid for a lap dance, yet felt entitled to the full package. For a measly $200, he assumed that you were his property. His to grab, his to kiss. Men like him had spent the last twenty-something years being coddled by mommy and told they were the most handsome on Earth with women and success at their fingertips when they were mediocre at best.  You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

Men like him thought less of people like you, yet paid and bragged about the services they received. 

Men like him sauntered into this club feeling as untouchable as Superman, thinking a measly $200 bought them the world. 

But if they were Superman, Chris was kryptonite. 

“I paid you,” He gritted out through clenched teeth. 

Your eyebrow shot up. “For a lap dance. Touching,” you explained, creating a little distance between the two of you and leaning against the back wall as if to emphasize your point, “is extra. Like we discussed.” 

His left eye twitched and your stomach churned nervously, your ears searching for the heavy footfall of Chris’s boots over the music. 

Chris was never too far away, but it was Saturday night after all. The club was packed, and the girls were busy. It wasn’t his fault if he was pulled away, dealing with another sleazy, washed-up Frat boy that couldn’t respect one simple rule. 

Still. 

You’ve seen the anger of a man like this and what they were capable of a little high or drunk and you had no desire to be on the receiving end. 

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you did your best to feign nonchalance despite the way your heart rate kicked up behind your ribs at the twitch of this guy’s hand. 

After a few seconds of deep concentration, the inferno raging behind his hazel eyes was calm and still. A chill crawled down your spine like a spider scurrying away from the light and you did your best to control the shudder than ran through you. 

“Have a seat, sweetheart. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” There was an edge to his voice that told you his pleasantries meant absolutely nothing.

“That’s not how it works, sweetheart.” 

His jaw hardened and you steeled yourself, knowing Chris would be here in just a second. “I don’t really think you’re in the position to be arguing.” 

You quirked a brow and crossed your arms over your chest. “What exactly are you threatening?” 

This man had the audacity to smirk. Fucking men. You’d give anything to be able to walk around the world with the cockiness and sense of invincibility that an average-looking white man does. 

He relaxed back into the velvet couch, stretching his arms out across the top and spreading his legs, taking up as much space as he could. You thought that maybe he was trying to intimidate you but the sheer amount of armpit sweat soaking his shirt had you fighting off a laugh.

He lifted his hand in a lazy gesture to the empty room. “We’re alone. I paid you to perform a service.” His hazel eyes shifted over the dark, small room before returning to you. “No cameras. My word against yours. I think we both know how this ends.”  

Fighting against the snarl that threatened to curl your lip, you leveled him with a glare. “I think I know how this ends. I think you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” 

Your body relaxed and a satisfied smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth as Chris’s heavy steps thundered down the hall. “Good luck,” you winked, backing away from the door a few seconds before it was shoved open. 

Chris stood in the doorway, his eyes darkened with rage. They softened marginally as he did a once over to make sure you were okay, then turned back to the douchebag sitting on the couch who was now scrambling to his feet. “You threatened my girl?” 

Now was definitely not the time to be checking him out, but holy fuck. Chris stood in the doorway, biceps bulging against the thin black t-shirt. Black and grey tattoos swirled down his arms and tapered on his hands, your name was written in beautiful cursive lettering on the skin above his knuckles. 

He wore dark wash jeans that clung to his thighs and flared ever-so-slightly over his black boots, which were planted firmly in the threshold of this room. Chris wasn’t going to budge. And this asshole had no idea what he was doing when he threatened you. 

Frat Boy was wrong about not having cameras in the room. And it certainly didn’t help his case that the second you pressed the panic button, the audio from the room was fed into the small earpiece Chris wore. He could see and hear everything. 

Though knowing Chris, he didn’t give himself a second to view the footage from the camera. The second he knew you were in danger, he came running. 

The proof was in the way his chest heaved and the way his carotid pulsed angrily under the tattooed skin on his neck. He was protective of all the girls here at Dice, but your name tattooed on his skin meant something, and he would destroy anything in his path to make sure you were safe and okay. 

Asshole threw his hands up in the air as he stood, a small laugh bursting through your lips as his hands trembled. Your eyes dropped to his crotch momentarily, half expecting to find it wet by the way he shook in front of you. 

Not so tough now, are we?

“I– I– I wasn’t doing anything. Swear!” 

Chris rolled his eyes, the muscles in his jaw rippling as he fought to keep his cool. “We’re alone? No cameras. My word against yours?” He echoed the same words this man had just spewed with confidence only a moment ago. 

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his lips opening and closing as he frantically tried to come up with a way out of this. “Look– I mean-” 

“No,” Chris interrupted his sputtering, stepping into the room further. Large, tattooed fingers clenched into a fist before relaxing again. “I’m one shitty explanation away from beating the shit out of you. So whatever you’re going to say, make it good.” 

You relaxed, leaning against the wall with raised eyebrows, waiting to hear whatever bullshit excuse he was concocting in his head. 

“I’m sorry,” Frat Boy whispered, shifting his eyes over to you. “I’m sorry.” 

Chris rolled his eyes, his muscles softening as he made his way over to you. His index finger lifted your chin, forcing your eyes away from the cowering asshole to the man who owned your heart. “You okay?” 

“I could’ve taken him, but I just got my nails done.” You winked, smiling softly. He had a way of reading you that even you couldn’t understand. So despite the fact that you were brushing this off, he could probably tell you were a little shaken up. 

It wasn’t always easy for Chris to see you working the floor or performing on stage, but he had learned over the years just how passionate you were about dancing and he would never ask you to stop over his own jealous feelings. He was confident in your love for him and never questioned how you felt. But he could never quite control his emotions in a situation like this. 

Anyone that messed with you had Chris seeing red. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. 

“I know, baby,” He grinned. “Stay put, I’ll be back in a second.” 

You nodded, and Chris’s finger dropped from your chin as he turned around, shielding you with his body. 

Chris had his back turned for less than thirty seconds and this guy was back to running his mouth. “Isn’t it bad practice to fuck your own girls?” He snapped. “It’s like a drug dealer. You don’t get high on your own supply.” 

His body stiffened, his back straightening as he reached out, snagging him by his collar. “You know what’s bad practice? Running your fucking mouth, asshole.” Chris shoved him into the wall by the door. “Reach into your wallet and tip my girl before I kick your fucking ass,” He growled. 

Asshole trembled in his grip, a shaky hand reaching down and pulling his wallet from his pocket. He thumbed through a few hundred dollar bills before holding them out to you. “There.” 

Chris shoved him against the wall again. “Say. Thank you."

“Thank you,” he said quietly, avoiding your amused gaze.

You snatched the money from his hand, shoving it into your bra. “My pleasure.” 

You could tell he was resisting the urge to mouth off, probably not used to being told no or put into his place. For good measure, you winked as Chris dragged him from the room by his shirt. 

Doing as you were told, you sat on the velvet couch, crossing your legs, and picking at your cuticles while you waited for Chris to return. Normally, you loved working long hours, but Chris’s protectiveness always stirred something deep in your belly and you wanted nothing more than to clock out and drag him home by his belt loops. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t get off until three and if you were here, Chris was here. 

A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway again, his eyes raking over your body. “You sure you’re okay?” 

You nodded, standing and making your way over to him. “I’m okay.” 

Large hands gripped the barely covered skin on your hips, pulling you into his body. Chris slid his hands around to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. “Positive?” 

You raised your hands, snaking them around his neck. “Positive.” 

His blue eyes softened as he did a slow perusal of your face like he was looking for a lie. “We can go if you want.” 

“Baby, I’m okay. Really. Just another entitled frat boy,” you shrugged. “Comes with the territory.” 

Chris’s eyes darkened. “It shouldn’t.”

“I agree.” You smiled softly. 

After a deep sigh, Chris released you from his grip. “Alright,” he maneuvered the two of you so you were in front of him as you walked out of the small, private room, “Get back to work.” 

You yelped as his hand smacked against your ass, his lips stretching into a devastating grin. “Love you, baby girl.” 

You smiled and made your way down the hall, back to the main floor of the club, swaying your hips just enough to hold his attention and torture his mind for the rest of the night as you walked away. The neon pink thong you wore left little to the imagination. “Love you, too!” You called over your shoulder, shooting him a wink and laughing at the pained expression on his face. 

He was in for a long night.

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Morning with Chris again

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I got up earlier than both of them. I think that's a first.

But everything was truly a first this weekend

Staying over at Chris or with Chris ever. He offered another room for me if I wanted but I said I wanted to cuddle.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I smiled and giggled.

"Plus I didn't actually think ahead to prepare a guest room for you."

I just laugh.

But the next morning....

I woke up in his embrace. His arm around mmy shoulder my head on his shoulder and I was just look at him watching him sleep memorizing his tattoos. It took everything I had to not run my fingers over them. He looked peaceful. Happy.

"Hi" his voice deeply groggy

"Hi" I smile

"What cha looking at pretty girl? " he undoes the braids i put my hair in too protect them from split ends. And runs his hands through my hair.

"Just a hansome man with gorgeous hair"I smile

"Oh really?" His eyebrows raised

"Yea I just wanna kiss him all over and put my hands in it."

I wrinkled my nose and smiled- apparently I do that a lot I never knew until Chris told me he loves when I do that.

"Sounds good to me." Chris snuggles in closer

"But I don't want to wake Dodger"

"He's fine he won't wake up for a while he was so exhausted after playing with the kids all day yesterday"

"Yea but dodger always wakes when I kiss him and pet his hair if he's taking a nap so-"

Chris gasped dramatically

"Oh no you didn't" the he leaned up with a smirk.

Chris attacks me with tickles and sweet little kisses on my face, neck and lips and I cant stop laughing. As we roll around on the bed I can never quite get Chris to laugh as much as he makes me-I was never this ticklish before but I just had to meet Chris.

"Ok ok uncle I give up. I guess ill settle for you." He was on top of me.

I look up into his eyes.

As I run my fingers through his hair sans palmaid God it was so soft.

"Chris I-" i stopped moving my hands in his hair and I think I even stopped breathing- don't say it you'll ruin everything. "I I just"

"I love you too" he leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss.

I was smiling when our lips broke apart. He looked like he wanted more

"You realize you're not leaving here." He shook his head with a shrug.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yea."

" watcha gunna do keep me in the basement?"

"If I have to- what? Its got a screening room down there a pool table a bar its cozy."

I laugh.

"You'red forgetting one thing my love."

"Oh yea? Cause there a fridge too a bathroom-"

I put my hand over Chris's mouth.

"Who said I ever wanted to leave?"

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what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.

I'm the Captain Now

A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V

You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den. 

Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position. 

You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off 

“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.

It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.

You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in. 

“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.

“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”

“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.

Steve gulped at the sight. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”

Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…

“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”

“Fuck me?” you said pointedly

“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”

“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”

“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”  

You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”

“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement. 

Catching himself, he cleared his throat

“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.

His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss.  Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”

Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically. 

You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp. 

You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer. 

You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.

Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.

“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.

“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.

Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist. 

He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you. 

You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest. 

Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?” 

He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely. 

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?” 

Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip. 

Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length. 

“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.” 

He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth. 

His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” 

“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly

“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”

“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.

“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly 

“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows. 

Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis. 

Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat. 

“Aghh Steve.”

“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.

“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.” 

You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.  

The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.

“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”

That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head. 

You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure. 

“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.” 

With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like. 

He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”

You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.

“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure. 

Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.

“Shit, what was that are you ok?”

You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’

Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Did I do that?”

You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release. 

With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.

 “Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”

“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt. 

His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close. 

“Holy shit.”

You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead 

“What’d you think Cap?”

“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss. 

He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making. 

You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity. 

High Off You

A/N: Ok so not a day goes by I dont think of this quote:

I dont think it’s talked about enough that my our little ray of sunshine use to smoke. Makes me love him a little more! So this is for my stoner girlies... I see you!

WARNINGS: Mentions of weed, being high

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Chris took a drag of the rolled-up joint, placing it back on the ashtray beside him. Blowing the smoke into your mouth like he always did, placing a wet open kiss to your mouth sealing the smoke between you two.

You loved this time of year, when Chris had ceased all commitments for the year, and you took time off work for the holidays. You had a decent week between both of you finishing up for the year and when the chaos of the festive season started so you’d always take time for you two. With no responsibilities and nowhere to be, you’d both go to his LA home and lock yourselves inside, spending the majority of the time reconnecting and occasionally, such as nights like this, getting baked on that sweet Californian green. It made you both feel younger and meant for many funny, giggling nights wrapped up in each other’s arms.

The intimate moment was promptly ruined though when Chris barked with a jolt;

“I got it! I’m the George Clooney!”

“You’re what?” Your eyes squint in confusion as you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend more clearly.

“Like the George Clooney effect that’s me!”

“Explain” you went back to laying on his chest, eyes looking up at the starry night.

“Ok so older guys settle down...”

“You’re not old”

“I’m older than you by 10+ years.”

“You don’t act it.”

“Shhh baby let me finish.” He placed his hand over your mouth lazily.

“So older guys like me who people think are a player…”

“Think? Are.” You mumbled under his hand.

“Shhh I’m talking here!” His Boston accent was thick as he playfully hushed you. He tried to be serious, but the giggle threatened through his voice.

“Eventually… ya know… settle down with an educated, independent, success, BEAUTIFUL woman who just happens to be younger than them.”

“Are you saying you’re like George Clooney?” You snorted

“I’m saying you’re my Amal Clooney baby.” He nuzzled his beard into your neck.

“Ok I like that.”

“It’s true, I got lucky with youuuu.” He pursed his lips, looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

“You’re high baby.”

“So are you.” He giggled

“Yeah I am.” Your giggles soon turned into a fit of laughter.

“You know what we should do?” He cupped his hand around your ear, whispering into it. Even though it was just you two on the porch. Cuddled under a singular blanket on the outdoor couch, lit up by artificial light as you watched the stars.

“Make popcorn and go watch Fantasia.” You bit your lip up at him.

“I wasn’t gonna suggest that but it’s a way better idea than what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“We go for a walk around the block.”

“Chris, we did that an hour ago…”

“Was that an hour ago? Did we actually? Well… what if somethings changed?”

“In an hour…?”

“You don’t know Y/N, you just don’t.” He put on a serious tone to the ridiculous suggestion which made you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, no you’re right maybe in the hour since we last walked around, a new owl has appeared.” You got up from his arms and started to make you way inside.

“Ya never know!” He quickly followed up behind you. You got up too fast and suddenly realised the effects of the drug had hit you more than you expected. Wobbling slightly, you almost fell before Chris caught you in his arms, quick on your step.

“Easy girl.”

“Omg why is the floor moving!”

“It’s not your just stoned out of your mind… come on take my arm.” You wrapped both of your hands around his large bicep as he eased you through the back door back into the house, closing it behind you two. You looked like a storybook witch wrapped up in the tartan blanket.

“Ok popcorn.” Chris clapped his hands together as you made your way into the kitchen. You sat on the bench seat and watched as Chris just stared mindlessly into the pantry.

“Bottom shelf.”

“I know I just forgot how much food we have… holy shit… Y/N.. have you seen this?”

“Chris!”

“Yeah sorry sorry but wow what a nice pantry.” He shook his head in disbelief, dopey smile planted on his face as he bent down to grab the popcorn.

You watched as he slowly and methodically read the instructions on the packet, rubbing his face a few times to focus on the task.

“Do you need help?” You looked at him

“No it’s fine, don’t get up, but just quickly, does it matter which way I put it in? Like will the kernels get confused?”

You sniggered at the insinuation that kernels get “confused” and the way his words kind of slurred when he spoke

“Turn it over.”

He turned it over still looking at you for clarification

“What does it say in big red letters?”

Chris moved the packet around a couple times bringing it closer to his face, inspecting the writing “This.. way… up.”

He looked up at you with a smirk “God you’re so smart baby.” Leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. He put in the microwave and grabbed his phone, putting on music as he waited for it to pop.

Chris loved to put on 70s disco when he was high so when he landed on Young Hearts Run Free you couldn’t stop laughing at his ridiculous yet shockingly good dance moves as he mouthed the words and put on a little show for you.

You got up and decided to join him as he took you in his arms, doing exaggerated spins, turns and hip thrusts into your direction. Grabbing you close when you tried to move away, holding you back against his chest as he swayed you in front of the microwave, leaving wet sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Chris… stop! It tickles!” You laughed, reflexes forcing your chin into your neck as you felt the vibrations of his laugh on your shoulder.

Once your little dance party was over and you had settled on the couch, exaggerating your annoyance at the fact that you had to go back to sharing your makeshift witch’s cloak. Chris turned on Fantasia.

“Come closer.” He cooed.

“Chris I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but I want you on top of me.” He groaned like a disgruntled toddler.

“Fine!” You moved your hips onto his lap, leaning back into his chest.

“Besides you get paranoid and hit the ceiling at the scary part.”

You instantly froze in his arms “omg I forgot about that part.”

Chris laughed “How do you forget, last time we did this you hid under the blanket and cried TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” He was full belly laughing now reminiscing at the memory.

“And you just laughed! It is scary! With the fire and the weird bat thing!”

“Y/N… it’s a fucking DISNEY movie!” He was wheezing at this point, his whole body laughing, threatening the stability of your position on his lap but he was quick to keep the strong grip of his arm around your waist.

“Ok ok… hahahaha… god… that’s… ok… fine we’ll watch something else.” The remote still in his hands as he backspaced the search.

“Let’s say it together on 3.” You turned to look at him.

“We are both gonna say the same thing aren’t we?” He quirked an eyebrow up, eyeing you with a smirk.

“You’re definitely thinking what I’m thinking.”  Your eyes widened, flipping yourself over so your hands lay on his chest and you’re face to face.

“3” he said

“2” you said

“1… Rick and Morty” you said in unison

“God this is why I’m gonna marry you, holy shit!” He laughed, his head falling back.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping. You and Chris still on the couch, popcorn kernels spread amongst you both as he snored peacefully, grip lazily on your back as you noticed the small patch of drool on his shirt from you, and Netflix asking if you are still watching. Realising you had fallen asleep on the couch in a high haze, you shut off the TV and went back to cuddling your boyfriend, who instinctively kissed your forehead and pulled you closer towards him.  

Y’all some of these requests I’m getting… I’m gonna be in a meeting with my boss, my tumblr up on the screen, sitting there like:

Would you write a smut about Chris and virgin reader? She was waiting for the one

Hi! I got a request for this already and posted it! You can find it here. Hope you enjoy 💕😘☘️ 

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Maybe....no he did he wanted to hate himself

Warnings 18+ just incase sadness depression, unhappiness dissacosiation mentions of death, brief mention of a wife just being asleep sleeping next to her husband, I guess some self disctruction

Its a part of my Maybe series.....I've had this in my drafts for a while I finally decided to post it. It's not edited. Here's the first maybe

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Maybe Iitterally pick whoever to fill the him. Warnings: a character death and some depression a lot of angst. 18+ just incase Do NOT re

He had used one of those apps to see what thier kids would like. And as he stared his thumb ran over the screen gently like if he was caressing his child's face he thought

"Maybe... maybe....."

"Maybe that life is over maybe its truly over. Maybe what we had is be is gone forever. The man I was is gone." He remembered her dragging him to a museum for a date but he only agreed because she really wanted to go. And he loved it. He liked no loved the look of pure adoration on her face as she studied the strokes and the shading. She studied the painting and he studied what he considered to be the truly beautiful work of art before him, her. Light and shadow That was her favorite thing to look at how everyone used diffrent colors to highlight and contour. Funny as he became a shadow of himself He went to a museum the other day. He wanted to love it he wanted so bad to love it. And he did love it the painting gthat is because it reminded him of her but he wanted so bad to love it like he did before. to turn and see her face next him , to try and get as close as she could. He longed for her to use him as a pole or tree to steady herself so she could use lean in as close as she could without falling past the line the museum didn't want people to cross. That what he loved . Thats what he wanted. But he wasn't that. He wasn't that man because he didn't have her. He realized he may just never be that man again. And he hated himself for it all, for not being there, for wanting her back for pretending to be someone else to get close to her.

Then he realized he is someone else. And he wanted to hate himself. He came to the conclusion he deserved to. Because by not being with there with her that night he destroyed her life too and everything she had and he knew she would hate him for ruining what she could have had in her life now. They could have had kids by now. She could have had so much more than what she has now and he knows how happy she was. He would see it each and every morning as he'd wake up before her and he loved the smile on her face as she slept. Especially when she slept his chest she would have the biggest smile as she slept

"She always looked so happy" he though and he wondered how much if that smile still remained. And how much of that smile he had taken from her.

He hated himself.

He really hated himself. And he wanted to... too... have a better reason because he hated a man who lost everything for nothing.

He wanted to be hated.

He wanted to be hated so he wasn't alone in his hate.

He did something he'd never do and made sure he'd be hated . He decided that man was dead and gone. Dead so she could live and he accepted that. And he wanted no trace of that man's idiotic self in him. So he did what they wanted. What he people wanted. He dated. He dated someone he never would someone he wouldn't even be in the same room with if things if his wife was still his.. and boy did he put himself into that part. He looked so happy in the photos but everyone he took he remembers thinking this is what I want I want to be hated and his face was happy when he did that. So happy. No one could know. No one would ever know the reason behind those smiles and looks of joy. It was simply a man who knew what he wanted and knew he was getting it.

Then he went on his Instagram account. He looked at the comments and was happy...happy he was hated as much as he hated himself. He then went o look at hers and he couldn't find it. He searched her name under followers and nothing came up. He went to his first he only used for family and then searched for her-he found her. She had blocked him

Now he really had lost her.

He slid off the couch onto the floor and cried he lost her.

He morned the man he left behind when he signed his sould away to the devil, no not the one who let her live but the one he was now tied to

He mourned her. She was now really lost. He knew. When she did something like thst she was angry sad upset hurt and held onto it like an elephant. And he knew what her thoughts would be seeing his face. He betrayed her. And he felt like shit but he wanted to. He wanted to.

Maybe one day she would forgive him.

Maybe one day he would- no no he would never forgive himself. He didn't want to. He had no right to. He made his bed, he dug his grave-and he was already covered with dirt on his head.

Maybe one day he would be or she would or something would change but he created a whole new man and he couldn't even bring himself to do the right thing. Maybe in another universe. He imaginer discussions with her but none of them he could find the words she would use to forgive him because he knew he wouldn't. He knew what her lines were and he crossed them

She was really not.... now it wasn't a maybe....

She was lost

But maybe he wasn't

Maybe......

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