Awww What About Ransom Being Too Hard So You Have To Use The Safe Word And Hes Really Adorable And Soft

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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CHRIS EVANS Defending Jacob (2020)

Avengers: Endgame (2019)

(Deleted Scene)

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.”

tags: @dontshootmespence @stargazingfangirl18

Y/N, referring to Steve: what if he kisses me?

Bucky: You kiss him back bro..

Y/N: Okay...

Y/N, thinking: But why his back though..?

CHRIS EVANS as Steve Rogers in Avengers: Endgame, dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo // 2019