CHRIS EVANS At The Wired Summit, 2019.

CHRIS EVANS at the Wired Summit, 2019.

Awww what about Ransom being too hard so you have to use the safe word and he’s really adorable and soft with aftercare? 🥺🥺

Safe Word

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader Word Count: 1,103 Summary: You use your safe word for the first time. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Safe word usage. Smut. 18+

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, nonnie, please know that this has haunted my shameless hoe brain since you first submitted it. I needed some soft!Ransom feels and smut, sooo here you go 😘

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good around me,” Ransom moaned, his fingers gripping your hips tighter as he thrust up into you.

You whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you curled against his chest.

He’d already made you cum twice, which wasn’t hard with you straddling him on the sofa like this. Ransom was bigger than you’d ever had before. Like, ever.

And when you rode him like this? It toed the line of too much. Especially with your cycle coming up. Your body was sore and sensitive, feeling overstimulated, but you could tell Ransom was close and you wanted to make him feel good.

“Wanna feel you cum around me again,” he murmured, thumb returning to your clit. “Love it when you squeeze me tight.”

You gasped, his touch more pain than pleasure at this point, especially when he planted his feet and the rough drive of his hips hit too deep, kissing your cervix on every enthusiastic stroke.

Sobbing, you realized for the first time that you were crying, your face warm and wet from your tears.

Ransom couldn’t see your face though. He thought you were overwhelmed because it felt so good. That you were rigid because you were close to coming unraveled again.

“Yeah, one more, baby, gimme one more.” His thumb pressed harder at your clit, hips rolling up into you without relent, somehow driving even harder.

You broke.

“Lighthouse,” you whimpered, fisting his sweater in your hands as your muscles seized.

Close to his own end, it took Ransom a second to process what you said, especially because you’d never said it to him before. Well, not in this context.

And the way your voice broke around your safe word for a second time had Ransom going absolutely still.

He blinked the sex daze from his brain, the edge of bliss he’d been teasing all but evaporating as he realized you were crying into his neck, shaking against his chest.

“Shit!” He cursed, big hands moving from your hips and hovering over your back tentatively before finally touching you. “Y/N?” He hugged you to his chest, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

The jerky nod you gave was enough to make Ransom feel like he’d been sucker punched in the gut.

“Okay,” he said quietly, not sure what to do. He shifted, barely suppressing a groan as his cock—still painfully hard—nudged into you deeper, making you whine in pain. “Fuck! I’m sorry! Shit!”

He took a deep breath to try and calm himself, clear his head, being mindful not to jostle you too much.

“Come on, baby, I need you to sit up,” he whispered, running his hand up and down your back. “Need you to climb off, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You were still for a moment, your quiet sniffles making Ransom feel like the biggest asshole ever, a title he usually relished in, especially when it came to riling up his family.

But with you? Like this?

He felt awful.

Still he tried to give you a soft smile as you straightened and rose up over him stiffly.

Ransom couldn’t quite muffle his groan as the warm, tight heat of you moved away, left him feeling cold and unsatisfied.

You all but collapsed onto the sofa beside him, curling into the fetal position, your cheeks glistening with tears.

Grimacing, Ransom tucked himself into the band of his boxer briefs before loosely fastening his pants. He slid to the floor in front of you, hand gentle as he cupped your face.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling embarrassed as he thumbed away your tears. “I tried to wait until you were finished.”

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Ransom huffed, frowning at you. “If I’m fucking hurting you, you need to tell me.”

You flinched at his frustration, hiding your face in the throw pillow beneath your head.

“Shit,” Ransom sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m an asshole.” He ducked close, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I’m sorry.” A kiss to your jaw. “I just...didn’t mean to hurt you. Not like that.” His lips touched your forehead. “Please forgive me.”

You felt another wave of tears rise up, a lump forming in your throat as you burrowed deeper into the pillow.

Ransom sounded truly sorry, even a little distraught, that he hurt you.

And it was just...a lot.

Because as soft as Ransom could be with you—and just you—he was still Ransom.

You choked down another sob, part of you knowing you were likely drowning in your feels because you were PMSing.

And had used a safe word for the first time ever.

And were suddenly and thoroughly exhausted.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom whispered again, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and temple.

Another wave of the emotion washed over you, making your throat constrict even tighter, because you loved this cervix destroying asshole, goddamnit!

Ransom’s hand smoothed down your side, then up again, another flurry of sweet kisses and whispered apologies raining down on you.

Blinking back your tears, you turned to him then, catching his next kiss with your lips, your hand coming up to press against his cheek.

You could feel his relief as he curled around you, hugging you close as his forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Ransom breathed, his bright blue eyes shining with concern as he met your gaze.

“It’s okay.” You nuzzled his nose with yours. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his worried pout, kissing it away. “I forgive you, Ransom,” you murmured, giving him another kiss for good measure.

“Wanna make it up to you,” he hummed, smoothing a hand over your head. “How about I run you a bath?”

“How about you run us a bath?” You countered, eyes blinking at him sleepily. Your lips curled. “And I can give you a hand with your, um...situation.” Your gaze dipped pointedly to the front of Ransom’s pants.

He laughed. “Jesus, I fuck you till you cry and you’re still willing to get me off? If that doesn’t scream put a ring on it, I dunno what does.”

A flurry of butterflies erupted in your stomach, muting the lingering pain in your body entirely.

“Joking about marriage?” you gasped playfully. “Yikes. I think I broke Ransom Drysdale.”

Smirking he leaned close, kissing you slowly, his lips pressing against yours as he spoke, “To be fair, I think the asshole kind of deserved it.”

Laughing, you didn’t complain as Ransom smothered you in another round of soft, sweet kisses.

I THINK I BROKE MYSELF WITH THIS SOFT!RANSOM, OKAY?! 😭😭😭

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Little Princess

Summary: Mornings with Steve are always your favorite time of day.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW, cockwarming, explicit smut, language, daddy kink.

Sunlight filtered through the deep blue drapes as you laid on Steve’s chest. His heart was beating steadily against your ear, his hands sliding through your hair as the two of you lay in silence.

“Sir?” You sat up and stared down at him, his ocean blue eyes drew you in and he smirked. Knowing the question before it spilled from your lips.

“Yes Princess, go ahead.” Steve smiled pulling his pajama pants below his hips, his swiftly hardening cock springing free. You eagerly pushed your panties aside and slid down his length.

“Now, you know the rules, Princess.” Steve chided, pulling you back down so your chests were flush together. He began drawing shapes on your back, grunting against your ear when your walls clenched around him.

“You’re so big,” You whimpered. Steve reached one hand down and squeezed your ass.

“Yeah Princess? That’s what your pretty little cunt does to me, so tight and warm. Makes daddy’s cock ache for you.”

“Can I move yet?” You carded a hand through Steve’s honey blond locks, gazing up at him with those eyes he couldn’t say no to.

“Not yet,” Steve smirked, he took your lips in a kiss before pulling a book off the nightstand and cracking it open.

“But daddyyyy,” You pouted.

“What did I say? You only get your treat if you’re a good girl. Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” You spoke softly against his chest and cast your eyes down. A shiver of arousal ran up your spine as Steve adjusted his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot.

“Fuck,” He grunted softly, taking a handful of your ass, pushing his hips as deep as they would go inside you. “You’re so fuckin tight, Princess.”

You whimpered softly against his neck, your hands wound around his biceps nails digging into the flesh. Steve’s breath was coming in labored pants next to your ears, your walls clenched hard around his length.

“You’re gonna make daddy cum if you don’t stop doing that princess.” Steve grunted, adjusting his hips, pulling out ever so slightly before he sheathed himself back inside you. A pathetic whimper escaped your lips, your knees pushed deeper into the mattress.

You ground your clit into the neatly trimmed patch of hair that sat at the base of his cock. Moaning at the friction, nails digging even deeper into Steve’s biceps.

“Fuck this,” You heard a low grunt from underneath you, and before you could squeak out a reply, Steve was flipping you over, pushing your legs apart, setting a bruising pace. You cried out, hands scrambling to hold onto something, anything. You white knuckled the sheets, your pathetic whines and whimpers filled the small room.

“I-I’m so close, daddy!”

Steve’s thrusts faltered ever so slightly. He grabbed your thighs, tossing your legs over his shoulders, resuming his bruising pace.

“Cum for me. Cum all over daddy’s fat cock, let him know how good he makes you feel.” Steve grit his teeth, your walls clenched down around his length. Your orgasm crashed over you, your vision turned white with pleasure. He only managed a handful of thrusts before spilling deep inside you.

You slowly came down from that blissful high to Steve’s arms wrapped around your middle, pressing soft kisses to your head.

“Breakfast?” You spoke up, earning a laugh from your partner. He responded with a kiss.

“Alright. Breakfast.”

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)

kiss me in the d-a-r-k .masterlist.

status: finished

part 1 

part 2 

part 3 

part 4 

part 5

part 6

epilogue i

epilogue ii

epilogue iii

epilogue iv

epilogue v

epilogue vi

Look at his big hands 👀

Oh, lovely. His hands. His beautiful face. My mind went...somewhere. 

Two Weeks Notice.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count: 1,576

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, one-sided love that isn’t one-sided at all, porn with feels

18+ Please!!!

This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

You were always distracted by Andy's hands. Not just because of the size, though you had many thoughts about how large they were. It was because his hands were almost as expressive as his eyes. They could be animated one moment and clenched the next. It made it easy for you to pick up on his moods when you couldn't make eye contact with him. 

"What the hell is this?"

You didn't have to see his face to know he was shocked. His grip on your letter in his hands spoke volumes. Why he was so angry, too, you had no idea. "It's my letter of resignation."

Andy began to crumple the sheet, finally looking at you. It felt like the oxygen left from the room. That murderous gaze had never been directed your way, but there was something more surfacing. He looked...hurt. "I know what it is. I just read it. What I don't understand is why."

Your gaze fell to his hand, unable to look in his eyes any longer. What were you supposed to tell him? That you couldn’t stand to work with him because you were in love with him? That it hurt seeing him each day knowing he'd never be yours? You had to keep some of your dignity. 

"Is it money? Because I’ll get you a raise,” he promised when you didn’t say anything. He crumpled the sheet more when you shook your head. “Is someone bothering you? Harassing you? Because I’ll take care of it. I won’t tolerate it.”

Tears filled your eyes as you shook your head again. “No, Mr. Barber, and I really don’t want to discuss why.”

Andy tossed the letter into the garbage can before he grabbed his coffee. He took a sip, the silence in the room somehow deafening. It was like he couldn’t keep his hands still. “We've worked together for some time now. I thought we were friends. Friends can talk to each other,” he said quietly, setting the mug down. You bought it for him and he once said it was his favorite.

“We are not friends, Mr. Barber,” you corrected him as you stood up, the words leaving your mouth before you could shut it. Hearing him say the word “friend” was just another reminder of a dream that would never come true. “You’re my boss and you won’t even be that once my two weeks are up.”

He recoiled as though you struck him, but he recovered quickly as he got to his feet and placed his hands on his desk. “Fine. As my assistant, you’re not obligated to tell me why you’re leaving. And you may not consider us friends, but please consider that I want to know why you're walking out on me. You’re not just my incredible assistant. I care about you. And...you’re one of the only people I trust.”

You wiped a tear away before it could fall. You knew that question was coming and you were still unprepared. He was a good man and he went through so much with Laurie and Jacob. It felt like you were kicking him when he was down. “Yes,” you admitted.

“Mr. Barber…”

“Andy. I’m not Mr. Barber. I’m Andy," he said gently, his shoulders slumped as a thoughtful look crossed his face. “Are you leaving because of me?”

One word. That was all it took before he began to crack. “What did I do?” he asked, gripping the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles turned white. “Tell me what I did so I can fix it.”

“You can’t,” you told him, moving away from your chair.

“I can’t fix it, but you can quit. I can’t make it better, but I can make you cry,” he said, anger seeping back into his eyes.

“It’s better for both of us if I leave,” you spoke, turning to go before you said something that couldn't be unsaid.

"Fuck that," he hissed, moving faster around the desk than you anticipated. His hand gripped your arm, making you stop. It wasn't his grip that made you pause. It was the feeling of his fingers through your top. Including the finger that no longer had a ring.

"Andy, I just want to go," you pleaded. You wanted to go home and wallow in your self-pity. 

He had other plans as he turned you to face him. "So, that's really it? You're leaving me?"

"I'm sorry," you swore, feeling guilty at his wording. You weren’t trying to hurt him. You were trying to protect yourself. "You can't convince me to stay."

"Yes, I can," he said, leaning his head down to kiss you long and deep. 

The sound you made wasn't very dignified, but you didn't care. When he gripped the back of your head to deepen the kiss, you returned it with everything you had. If one word was all it took to crack Andy's armor, one kiss was all it took to break your dam. 

"Stay with me," he breathed against your lips. "I can't lose you, too."

You rubbed your body against his, uncaring that he was still your boss. And with the way he dragged you to his desk and bent you over it, he didn't care that you were his employee. "Andy…"

"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" he asked, pushing your skirt up and ripping your panties off. "How many times your tight little outfits got me hard?"

You scrambled to hold on when he kicked your legs apart. This side of him was something you fantasized about. He wanted you. Andy Barber wanted you...physically. Could you give him this and still walk away unscathed?

"I know it was wrong wanting you since you work for me," he went on. You could hear his belt open and some more shuffling, your breathing heavier. Anyone could walk in, but you were desperate to be filled by his cock. "But I...but who wouldn't want you?"

You shut your eyes, wishing you could shut your emotions off. Wasn't it enough that he wanted you? It had to be for now. "Please," you whispered, your body winning the current battle when he pressed close. God, he was so hard. You did that to him. 

You whimpered when his cock nudged your pussy. You weren't stretched, but you were soaked for him. And maybe you wanted a bit of pain. You wanted to feel him later. 

"I'm going to take my time with you later," he promised, making you open your eyes. He wanted you more than once? "I'll take you to bed. Caress you, worship you. The way I've wanted to since you made my life bright again."

His hands...The hands you dreamt about kept you still as he sank inch by inch into you. The moan you let out was pornographic, but you couldn't help yourself. You were stretched around him, throbbing with a need that only he could satisfy. You didn't care how quick and dirty it was as long he filled you up in the end. 

You tried to push your hips back, but he stopped you. "No," he told you, making you tense up. "You'll take what I give you."

And he gave you everything. He plowed into you like a madman, his hips forcefully smacking against your ass. You pressed your cheek against the cool desk, moaning as he took over. Of course, he'd figure out how to bend your body to his will. The man had your heart, but now he had all of you. 

"Still thinking of leaving me?" he grunted. 

"I just...ahh!"

"How many orgasms will it take to make you stay? What do I need to do?" he asked frantically.

"I didn't want to get hurt," you got out. You almost sobbed when he stopped. The bastard stopped. "Andy!"

"Never," he promised, pulling out just to thrust back in hard. "The only ache I ever want you to feel is me ruining your tight pussy."

You shuddered as he resumed his pace. Your mind shut off temporarily as he ignited every nerve, squirming as you felt your orgasm build. One of his hands reached up to cover yours, linking your fingers together. The intimate feel made your heart clench as you tightened around him. 

"Come for me, honey. Just let go. I've got you."

You trusted him to catch you as you exploded. It was overwhelming and the most beautiful sensation you ever experienced. It was everything to you because it was given to you by the man you loved. You cried out as pleasure crashed through you again, the feel of him coming truly ruining you. It was something you could take with you.

His hand didn't let go of yours as you both caught your breath. The position should have been uncomfortable, his large frame covering yours. But you didn't want to move. You didn't want this to be over.

"I know it's…selfish. To think you're mine," he said against your ear. "But I'm yours, honey."

It was like he rubbed a soothing balm over your heart. You two had a lot to discuss and it was going to be a vulnerable conversation, but you had a feeling it would go well. "I've always been yours."

"You'll stay?" he asked hopefully.

"Well...you threw my letter out," you teased. "But I may need more convincing."

"Oh, we're just getting started."