CHRIS EVANS AS MIKE WEISSPUNCTURE (2011) DIR. ADAM KASSEN, MARK KASSEN

CHRIS EVANS AS MIKE WEISS PUNCTURE (2011) DIR. ADAM KASSEN, MARK KASSEN

hi baby! wasn’t sure if you did headcannons, but i have one if you do!

clubbing with rafe? sfw and nsfw!

thank u sweetie! — 💞

hi sweetheart! i have no idea how to write headcanons so this is my first attempt🫶🏻 ive also never written sfw or fluff so here we go!

sfw: in my head rafe is the type to never leave your side no matter what, oh you need to pee? he’s there watching you do it so no creeps follow you into the bathroom. you need to throw up? hes outside holding your hair while you puke into a bush.

he never NEVER. lets you pay for your own drinks, your his baby and he takes care of you and buys you everything you want bc thats what daddys like him do😌 and his hand is always covering the top of your drink (hes obviously holding it while you dance, duh)

if you don’t feel like bringing a purse/bag that night he definitely fills his pockets with all your shit, your lip gloss, keys, phone. anything you want, he’s got it.

if you start getting a little too drunk he’s there at your side, holding you upright as you stumble giggling at how uncoordinated you are. “cmon pretty girl, time to go.” or “i think you’ve had enough to drink now, sweetheart.”

when you get home he takes you into the bathroom, brushing your teeth for you as you sit on the toilet seat with your eyes closed. he changes your clothes and takes off your pretty dress, pulling you into a pair of his shorts and one of his shirts, he makes sure to tuck you in and wipe your makeup off with a cloth before applying your skincare and he fetches a glass of water upstairs for you alongside some paracetamol (or aspirin) to make sure you don’t wake up with a killer headache

nsfw: rafe wouldn’t dream of letting you dance alone, even if it means hes standing there like a brick wall, barely even moving his hips while you grind your ass up against him, rubbing on his bulge.

hes soooo protective so he definitely makes sure to stare down every guy in the club with his hand wrapped around your waist, just so they know your his. alongside marking up your neck with love bites before you leave the house, blotches of purple/red marks layered on your skin.

when your teasing grinding gets too much for him hes so quick to pull you into the bathroom, fucking you in one of the stalls. your hands pressed up against the wall, one thick hand around your waist and the other gripping your hair, his hips slamming into your ass from behind.

“dirty fuckin’ girl, letting daddy fuck you right here in public, such a naughty slut.”

“your just so needy and desperate for daddys cock you couldn’t even wait until we got home, huh?”

knowing FINE WELL he was the one who couldn’t wait, your pretty little body driving him crazy. he def gets off on the stares you both get as you leave the bathroom, your hair messy and your makeup running down your cheeks from crying so hard on his cock. a smirk plastered across his face with one hand on your shoulder. the glares from envious men (and women) not slowing his speed one bit as he struts across the crowded club.

The Dinner Guest

This amazing header was made by the beautiful and talented @lilacevans. This header also helped spark my muse after so long!

Starring: Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: Some things Steve isn’t comfortable doing, so he has to bring in backup.

Warnings: 18+ Only. SMUT. NSFW. D/s dynamic. Hotwife scenario. Oral Sex. Rimming. Slapping. Manhandling. Unprotected sex (a little). Steve could be considered a cuck. Lloyd being Lloyd. Degradation. Facial.

A/N: This is my first fic in a long time, so please be nice! My muse finally came back, and I really hope she doesn’t go away again, but who knows! This is filthy, but I honestly could get this idea out of my head, so here you go!

All mistakes are mine! I proofread, but you know, I make mistakes!

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 2915

A content sigh turns into a purr as he gently massages your scalp, his thick fingers gently tangling in your locks. Lifting your head from his knee you softly smile when his gaze meets your own, normally hardened blue eyes soft as he gazes upon his babygirl.

Something was missing before you met Steve. Something that was deep inside you that you didn’t understand. It lurked in the shadows and caused an insatiable ache that you couldn’t quell with your fingers alone.

Then he came into your life. He took one look at you and just knew. Initially wary of his intentions, he took his time, and little by little chipped away at the walls you put up to protect yourself. He tapped into that part of you that you kept locked away, released it into the world like a ravenous animal. Steve caught the beast by the scruff of the neck and forced it to the ground, and tamed it just enough to funnel it into your self discovery journey as a submissive.

Things that would have disgusted you a few years ago is now all you crave, and you knew you were the luckiest woman to be able to explore new avenues of your sexuality alongside such an attentive, adoring, and dominant daddy.

There is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you, but lately he’s been struggling. He never wants to leave you wanting or disappointed, and he knows that’s exactly what you have been feeling. You haven’t said anything to him, but he can see it behind your eyes. Lately you have wanted him to be rough with you, degrading. You’ve even shown him some of the porn you’ve been watching while he’s away, soaking your panties with your slick, but you were a good girl and you never broke the rules and touched yourself. By the time Steve came home you were already on your knees begging for his cock the minute he came through the door.

Steve loved you so much he didn’t know if he could give you what you wanted. But he knew that he could never, ever, really tell you no.

“Sweetheart, do you love me?”

“With my whole heart.”

“And do you trust daddy?”

“With my whole life.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead, his thick beard brushing against your skin. “I’m bringing home a friend tomorrow night, and I want you to make a nice dinner. Daddy wants to show you off. Do you think you can do that for me?”

You sit up, clapping your hands excitedly. You love entertaining, even more so when you know it would make your daddy happy. He doesn’t bring home friends often as he likes to keep you to himself. So you know tomorrow is going to be a special treat.

“Anything in particular you’d like me to make?”

“Surprise me.” He chuckles before standing and gathering you in his arms, nuzzling and nipping at your neck while carrying you down the hallway to bed.

Everything was perfect. Steve should be home with his dinner guest any minute. You spent the entire day preparing for the evening. Grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking and making yourself pretty. At one point you were afraid you might run out of time, but you just made it. The last thing you would ever want to do is disappoint Steve. He’s never been a fan of punishing you, but you know he will if he has to.

You’re taking one last look in the hallway mirror when you hear his key in the lock, your stomach doing flip flops in anticipation of the evening ahead of you. Steve pushes the door open, smiling at you when he sees you decked in his favorite little black dress he bought you for special occasions. He meets you in the foyer, kissing your lips softly and whispering how beautiful you looked before stepping back and introducing you to his colleague rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pockets. He’s about as tall as Steve, hair slicked back with a clean shaven face lest a thick mustache adorning his upper lip. Dressed in a tight black polo with matching slacks and loafers, this man oozed a confident masculinity that already had your cunt fluttering and your clit throbbing.

“Sweetheart, this is Lloyd.” You feel his hand resting on your lower back gently push you towards the other man, and you find yourself becoming shy under his intense gaze. “ Lloyd, this is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Lloyd,” you offer your hand to him and he raises his eyebrow and chuckles at the gesture.

“That how you greet all your daddy’s guests pumpkin? Or am I special?”

You quickly pull your hand back, swallowing thickly and looking at Steve. You’ve already made a mistake. Great.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you give Lloyd a proper hello, then get us some drinks while I give him a tour of the house?”

“Yes, of course, daddy.” Stepping up to Lloyd, you tilt your head up, pressing your lips to his. Innocent at first, Lloyd firmly grabs the back of your neck, his tongue prying your lips apart and forcing his way inside. His kiss captures your breath as he explores every inch of your mouth, his free hand roaming your body, pulling you flush against him. He’s already hard, his length pressing against your abdomen as he finally lets you up for air. He swipes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, your shade of lipstick staining this skin. “I like this color.” His eyes sparkle mischievously as he smirks down at you. “It's going to look amazing on my dick later.” You stifle a gasp as he adjusts his bulge before gesturing to the room around him. “Come on Rogers, take me on this tour so we can get to dinner and I can get inside of her. I’m much more of a dessert before dinner kinda guy, but you know, your house, your rules I guess.”

Clearing his throat Steve moves to join Lloyd. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go clean your face before making us those drinks?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be long pumpkin!” Lloyd calls over his shoulder falling into step with Steve. “I don’t want to have to come find you!”

Rushing up the stairs to the master bath, you grab a tissue and wipe your face of the smeared lipstick, refreshing the color before reapplying powder to your chin. Patting down a few wayward hairs from your half up half down style, you deem yourself presentable before hurrying back down the stairs and into Steve’s bar area. He had told you what to serve him and Lloyd beforehand, and you go about making two old fashioneds the way he taught you. Just as you're garnishing their beverages you see their silhouettes outside the sliding glass door that led to the pool. Perfect timing.

Placing both glasses on a small serving tray you make your way outside, both men turning to look when they hear your heels clacking against the concrete.

“There she is!” Lloyd chides, plucking a glass from the wood balanced on your hands. Steve follows suit, a reassuring hand sliding to the middle of your lower back. Bringing the glass to his lips he sips the cocktail, your breath hitching while he swirls the liquid around his mouth before swallowing.

“It’s delicious, sweetheart.”

His praise wraps around you like a warm blanket straight from the dryer. There’s nothing that made you happier than knowing you made Steve happy. Lloyd studies you over the rim of his glass. He’s quiet. Calculating. A pull at the back of your mind is loud and clear. You should be afraid of this man, and you are. But that fear has you ruining your panties, not wanting to flee.

“Dinner should be about ready,” you look between the two muscular men. “I’d be happy to make up your plates and serve you in the dining room.”

“Give us a minute, pumpkin,” Lloyd takes another swig of whiskey, kissing his teeth at the burn that slides down his throat. “Just gotta go over a few last minute details with your daddy here,” he pauses, clapping Steve on the back. “Then I’ll come in and taste everything you have to offer.”

Your knees are weak, a shiver encasing your body. Two sets of blues are boring into your back, and you pause to soothe your burning skin against the cool glass of the sliding door when you shut it behind you. Pushing off the glass, you press your thighs together to quell the ache throbbing through your cunt since Steve and Lloyd walked through the front door.

The kitchen smells heavenly as you go about finishing your tasks. You inhale deeply as you pull the roast from the oven, careful not to burn yourself when you place the pan on the counter. Cutting into the meat you know you’ve outdone yourself, it’s cooked to perfection. You plate everything, giving generous portions of meat and vegetables on each dish.

You’re placing the last plate at the dining room table when you’re joined by Steve and Lloyd, the latter plopping into a seat across from yours. Steve, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair, ensuring your comfort before reaching for the bottle of Tignanello wine and pouring you and Lloyd a glass before filling his own.

“Sweetheart, everything looks great, thank you.” His fingers linger on your arm as he takes his place next to you at the head of the table. Lloyd watches the exchange, his features slowly curving into a dark smile.

“Soak up as much of that tenderness as you can pumpkin. I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

A silence falls over the table as Lloyd’s words sink in. Pushing your food around your plate you’re excited and a little scared. The unknown of what was to come gnawing at the inside of your belly.

“You ok? You’re not eating.” Steve’s voice is laced with concern. He drops his fork to rub your back before hooking his finger under your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Say the word sweetheart, and Lloyd will leave right after dinner.”

“No, I’m fine.” You try to sound as confident as possible, but you know that you can’t lie to your daddy. “I’m just a little nervous is all.”

Lloyd scoffs between bites of food. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Too hard.”

Conversation is light as the three of you enjoy dinner. When the meal is finished, you clear the table, putting leftovers away and loading the dishwasher as the men retire to the living room. You make two after dinner cocktails serving them to Steve and Lloyd before perching yourself on Steve's knee when he pats it. Steve speaks about work, both men sharing the little information they could about various projects before Lloyd drains his glass, the tension hanging in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It was time for the festivities to get started.

Steve helps you to your feet before standing, one last minute check in before he leaves you to Lloyd’s devices.

“Colors?”

“Red, yellow, green”

“Safe word?”

“Brooklyn.”

Steve turns his attention to Lloyd.

“She’s all yours.”

The words barely leave his mouth and Lloyd was on you, fisting your hair and forcing you to your knees. The carpet burns your skin as he drags you across the floor, sitting into an armchair as you settle between his thighs. There’s no ignoring the bulge straining against the front of his trousers, your fingers seeking to help before Lloyd slaps them away before they can reach the button of his fly.

“No hands, pumpkin. I wanna see what that throat can do.”

He pops open the button and drags down his zipper in one motion, his cock easily springing free since he chose to go commando. You’re mesmerized, eyes carving a path from his full sack to the fat mushroom tip with pre-cum leaking from the slit. Steve’s cock was still the best you’ve ever had, but this one you knew was going to be a close second.

“Speechless?” Lloyd chuckles, shimmying out of his pants and shaking them off his legs, kicking them to the side. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and straining against his grip to sample a taste of his nectar as he uses it to help guide his hand back and forth on his cock. “It’s ok,” he shushes your whimpers, tapping his fat head against your tongue. “I don’t need you to talk.”

Giving no warning he surges forward, filling your throat with the length of him. Gagging around him his grip is strong, leaving you nowhere to go as he mercilessly skull fucks you. From the grunts and groans coming from above he’s enjoying himself, a slew of curse words overflowing from his mouth when he sinks back into the chair bringing you with him. He holds you down on him, the patch of hair sprouting around his pubic bone tickling your nose.

“That’s it, you can take it.” Lloyd spits, huffing deeply as your throat constricts around him. “That’s a good whore. This is what you’re made for. Taking all of me down that whore throat of yours.”

Everything in your field of vision is a blur, black tears from your mascara mixing with snot and spit running from your nose and corners of your mouth. Fog is beginning to overtake your senses as your body heaves, your lungs pleading for a breath of fresh air. Just as the darkness begins to overtake you Lloyd pulls himself from you, slapping your face to grab your attention while you suck in precious oxygen you were denied.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, I’m not even close to being finished with your holes.” Stroking his cock soaked in your saliva he shifts his ass to the edge of the chair, lifting his legs and bringing his knees close to his chest. Forcing your face back between his legs he sighs when you instinctively start to lick his balls, the sound of you lapping at his skin falling into rhythm with his hand jacking himself off.

“Don’t be shy, you know what I want.” It’s not a request, but a command, Lloyd’s hand pushing you to the puckered hole between his cheeks.

“Oh Fuck!” He cries out when your tongue flicks along his taint before you slowly lave along the rim of his asshole.

“God, you’ve got a good slut here Rogers.” Lloyd tosses in Steve’s direction. “I didn’t believe you at first, but fuck if she isn’t an obiedient nasty little thing.”

Back and forth you flit your tongue over Lloyd’s back hole, pride warming your heart when his eyes roll back in his head. His fist is flying along his length, the veins of his cock pulsing to the same beat of your needy empty cunt.

“So fucking good…” Lloyd’s voice trails off when you push the tip of your tongue past the right ring of muscle. From your place between his legs you have the best seat in the house, watching Lloyd’s chest rise and fall with each heady breath, his plump lips hanging open in an “o” under a thick mustache that you hope you’ll get to ride later. You can’t help it, sliding your hand up your dress and under your panties humming against Lloyd when you sink two fingers inside of your slick pussy. The punishment for not asking permission is worth it.

“Shit I’m gonna… fuck!” Lloyd jerks your head back, stroking his cock over your face, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. The first ropes of cum cover your face, sticky seed dripping from your chin as you try and catch some in your mouth. You don’t want to waste a drop but there’s just so much.

“Ah..oh.. pumpkin we’re just getting this night started.” Lloyd leans over your body while catching his breath, ripping your hand from your cunt he then smacks your ass. Hard. “I don’t remember telling you to fuck yourself. But I guess it’s hard not to when you’re a slut.”

Your dress falls in ruins to the floor when Lloyd rips it from your body, your thong suffering the same fate. Finally he gives you some reprieve, and you almost cum when his thumb runs up the cut of you and circles your clit.

“Tonight you belong to me.” He sneers in your ear, manhandling you into position so your cum stained face is in full view of Steve. “Your holes, your orgasms, your service, all mine. From now until I’m done you call me Sir. You understand?”

You nod, Lloyd’s palm connecting with your cheek again as he tsks in disgust. “Use your words dummy.”

“Yes Sir,” you croak, your fingers curling into the carpet when he positions you how he wants, your back in a deep arch so your cunt is on full display. Back at full attention he teases his cock along your petals, coating himself with your juices before sliding into your tight, wet, heat.

“Hold on pumpkin.” Lloyd sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping against your ass, the sounds of the flesh filling the room.

“I’m going to do things to you tonight that your daddy is scared to do.”

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preach that shit! what is it with writers turning toxic once they get a large platform…😬 also i will defend my moots til the day i die like i’m so protective, do not disturb their peace and don’t be fucking rude when people are literally supporting your work… pls and thanks k bye x

Yo no way I got blocked for being in awe of a parallel between Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained and another fic 😭

Like, I was not even hating. I was genuinely amazed and admiring 💀

But it seems blocking is the best option because why would you stoop down to responding like a decent person would 😂

i have a surprise for you all… currently in the midst of writing a club AU with cevans characters.. can’t wait to publish the first fic! it will be my first series ever and im super excited to share it with you all🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

spoilers! Ari and Lloyd are club owner brothers 👀 with our favourite stinky man Curtis as their bouncer 👀

Title: Alpha

Pairing: Alpha! Prince!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Kink Prompt: Alpha 

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: You try to keep your designation from the crown prince.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, A/B/O, Mating/Heat Cycles, Regency AU, Public Sex, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number seven, super late, i’m sorry!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​

The goblet crashes against the wall, its contents staining the tapestry deep crimson. You flinch at the sound of it, though you keep your hands folded primly behind you and your eyes trained on the smooth stone floor. You know better than to allow your curiosity free reign, especially here. 

“Is this all you have to offer?” The prince’s sneer is evident in his tone. “Barren, withered stock?” Through your lowered lashes, you see the duke flinch, his fingers tightening around his daughter’s hand. “Your daughter is ten years my senior, Lord Thayne,” he drawls. “And she is a Beta.” Prince Lloyd spits the word out venomously. And though his vitriol is not directed at you, you feel yourself shrink anyway, your fingers tangling nervously in the coarse cotton weave of your plain skirts.

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