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𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 🍒

💋 Warnings: Swearing, interesting references, that gay shit

💋 Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvdwPLem-sw

I Met Sarah In The Bathroom by awfultune (Slowed)

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((MY QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY EVERYTHING))

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 the kind to drink. Especially in a place like this. The party was raging at your sorority house, and you felt slightly overwhelmed. It was Halloween night after all, and the president of said sorority was making all the girls dress up in Playboy Bunny costumes. 

When you and Megan first heard about it, you scoffed. What in the sexualized fuck? You two weren’t down. But somehow, the other house members found a way to convince you.

Cut back to now, a tray of Jello shots in one hand, your phone in the other. You had been watching men’s eyes glance all over your body all night and you hated it. The exposure of skin, the make-up, the heels. 

You had been plotting with Megan to go into one of the upstairs bedrooms, lock the door and just watch one of the Halloween specials that was most likely playing on a channel. 

Suddenly, a waving figure caught your attention. You looked and there was Megan, an empty tray under her arm as she walked quickly towards you. You smiled, always excited to see her. 

“Jeez, business slow tonight, or what?” she joked, referencing to the full tray of Jello shots on your tray. 

“Yikes, that’s a little embarrassing,” you blushed, finally taking notice, “Guess taking a Jello shot was men’s an excuse to get closer to you, Fox.” 

“Oh shut up, I’m totally over men at the moment,” she rolled her eyes, referencing to the recent break-up with Brad.

Fuck Brad.

He caused her to go into a depressed state. But all the while, you comforted your roommate, making sure she was okay. It was the least you could do. 

Suddenly, you saw Megan jerk forwards, her eyes wide as you looked at who caused it. There stood a douche bag with a Gamma Phi Beta hat on, a grin on his face, looking her up and down. 

“Nice ass, Foxy, you look good tonight,” 

Your blood boiled. How dare he? Especially after all she’s been through.

Megan gritted her teeth, “Shut the fuck up, you absolute slime-ball. Go jerk off some of your friends, why don’t you. Heard you’re frat bros are good at that,” she hissed back. 

“Aww, come on, you aren’t gonna give it up like you did with Brad, huh?”

Brad. FUCKING BRAD.

You had seen enough, dropping the tray, and cocking your arm back. Your fist suddenly collided with his face, his tipsy form collapsing to the ground with a thud, and you couldn’t stop yourself from kicking him. 

Megan suddenly pulled you back once she thought he had enough, and she snapped you out of your funk pretty quick. 

“Hey, hey,” her voice soothed, her hands on both sides of your face, looking at you. 

Your breathing slowly turned back to normal, and you glanced back at the dickhead on the floor. You glared, and Megan turned towards him as well. 

You watched as she gathered saliva in her mouth, spitting it on his face. 

“You wanna go watch a movie?” you asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” she gave one last glare to the asshole on the ground before taking your hand and disappearing into the crowd of people that watched everything go down.

.

.

You and Megan were now watching Nightmare on Elm Street with a bottle of wine as the bass from downstairs still rattled the walls. You were cuddled up close together under on big fluffy blanket, laughing when a character would say something amusing or Freddy id said something stupidly cheesy, you would both take a sip of wine.

But all that time, you couldn’t help but feel Megan’s eyes drifting over the side of your face. It made you anxious to know she was watching you. You didn’t even know why she was looking. 

“Why did you help me with the asshole downstairs?” her voice suddenly rang out, making your attention shift fully to her as your eyes met.

You stuttered, and you were too intoxicated to put in your filter, “Because I can’t stand to see you treated like that.” the words tumbled out of your mouth, and you almost instinctively put your hand over your mouth. 

“That’s sweet,” she smiled, a pink tint crossing her cheeks as she looked back at the TV, “I like you, [ y / n ].”

You laughed, “I like you too, Megan,” 

She suddenly shifted, taking your hands in hers as you sat up, “No, I mean, I like like you,”

You knew that Megan wasn’t straight. But never in a million years did you ever think that this day would come. 

But you wouldn’t dare complain. Not with this. Not now. 

“I…I like you too, Meg.” you admitted, and you felt so cliché saying it out loud; putting it out there for anyone who happened to be listening. It felt so good to get that off your chest… finally.

“I think I want to kiss you,” she spoke, her eyes glancing at your lips. 

It all felt like a dream at this point, and if it was, you prayed to god that you wouldn’t wake up before the best part. But despite the fact that you were excited beyond belief, you were hesitant as you felt your eyes grow wide almost out of instinct. 

Megan paused as she looked at you.

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” Megan’s eyes searched yours, trying to find an answer with no words. 

Your heart felt like it was going to bust out of your chest. What were you supposed to say to that? Of course you hadn’t. But lord knew you weren’t straight. And Megan knew that too. 

“Have you ever thought about it?” she continued to prod, and the questions made your breath hitch. 

How do you tell the girl you have fallen in love with that you want nothing more than to grab her and kiss her like you’ve been waiting to do since you two were freshmen collage alumni? Or how you scared everyone else away so she could be your roommate? 

You nodded your head gently to her question, and to that, her lips cracked a small smile, which made your heart flutter. This was such a change of pace.

She scooted closer, making your eyes shift down to the intertwined hands, then back up to her eyes. God, her beautiful green eyes could make you melt. 

“Do you wanna kiss me?” she asked, her thumb drifting over the top of your hand, making your head feel fuzzy. With a face like her’s, how could you say no?

Your head nodded slowly, and before you knew it, her lips were glued to yours in glorious chemistry, as you were slightly taken aback. But you didn’t pull away. You wanted this, you both did. 

Your lips danced with hers in perfect sync. Your anxiety melted away, your body feeling calm as you felt you were right where you were supposed to be. Your hands found their way to her waist, making her smile into your lips. 

The feelings you were feeling were almost overwhelming, and there was nowhere you would rather be right now. She was perfect, her smile, her eyes, her lips, her body. You never thought you would ever crave her body as much as you did right now. 

You sighed into the kiss, and her hands went to the sides of your face. 

You then pulled back, even though every fiber in your being was screaming for you to pull her back in. 

“I want you,” your tone was soft, needy, as you locked eyes with her. You didn’t think you had wanted anything more in your life. 

“Then have me,” she muttered, reconnecting the kiss. 

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris just wants you to get comfy on his lap

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  Chris Evans/Fem Reader

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut,  no plot, 18+, slight daddy kink (very brief), vaginal sex, riding, Chris Evans 

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

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A/N: Yes, based on that video. His voice does things to me and this is what happens.

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Steam from the hot shower clings to the air as you turn off the faucet. Stepping through the hazy mist, you grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack, briskly drying off before wrapping it around your body. Wiping off the mirror with the palm of your hand, you tilt your head at your reflection, softly smiling when you hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the bedroom, Chris loudly cheering.

Looking around the wide marble sink, you shuffle through your beauty products, everything in place except the one thing you need. The wispy clouds of steam fading as you search around the bathroom, you don’t see it anywhere. 

“Chris”, you call out, opening the door, hints of lavender and vanilla floating in, courtesy of the candles you lit earlier. 

The light from the tall, curved lamp on the nightstand casting a yellow glow over Chris. He’s sprawled on the bed, the thin blue cotton sheet over his lower half, the remote resting on his bare tattooed chest. His hand tucked behind his head, under the pillow. The game playing on the tv mounted on the wall across from the bed, he shifts the volume down to a low hum when he hears you. 

 He turns his head, a grin splitting his face, his blue eyes gawking at your towel-clad body. “Yeah”, he asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you tug the towel tighter around you. “Stop it”, you huff. “Have you seen my lotion?”. 

He shrugs one broad shoulder before reaching beside him pulling out the bottle, “This one”, he asks innocently, too innocently, his wicked eyes betraying him, rolling it in his large hand before holding it out to you. 

You narrow your eyes at him, his cheeky grin warning you of his intentions. “Just toss it, Chris”. 

Placing a hand on his chest, he manages to seem affronted, “And risk breaking it, spilling it everywhere” He shakes his head, “never”. 

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IMAGINE: TEACHING MADDY HOW TO PLAY CHESS.

Maddy leans her elbows forward on the table, raising at eyebrow at you and your intense expression of concentration. She smirks slightly, watching as you assess all the pieces on the board before moving one forward. The two of you were spending a quiet afternoon together, and you had offered to teach her how to play chess. The idea didn’t quite appeal to Maddy, but she agreed nonetheless.

She picks up one piece on her side, waving it in front of your face. “What’s this supposed to be?”

“That’s the queen, Maddy,” you chuckle, gently guiding her hand to put the piece back. She grins at your fingers brushing up against one another’s, and you try to ignore the flush rushing into your cheeks as you continue, “That’s the most important piece.”

I Hate You

Part Two: Is This What Hate Feels Like?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,560

Warnings: Remnants of spanking/rougher sex, talks of arguing, couch sex, fingers. Think that’s it.

Request: Yee.

Summary: Well, fuck.

A/N: This was long awaited, and asked for repeatedly. So I hope you guts rlly like this.

ALSO!! This it dedicated to @caws5749 for our servers ‘Mad’s Day’!

18+ ONLY.

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she knows

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pairing: andy barber x fem! reader

warnings: infidelity, daddy kink, degradation, choking, undefined age gap, aftercare.

word count: 617

authors note: okie hi guys here is a little horny thought about dilf andy that i sent to sam bam so i hope you all enjoy

minors dni. 18+ only.

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she knows.

the long nights at the office, cherry lip gloss staining his collar shirts as she does his laundry, girly and peachy scents wafting with his own as he sneaks into bed. hoping to act inconspicuous but failing.

you had never meant to get caught up with a married man, but when that man was as broodingly handsome and consumingly dominating as he was, and on top of that he had shown interest in you? well, you were always one for spontaneity.

he’s watching you from the corner of the backyard where you talk to a group of people your age, and he’s caught up with a bunch of the neighbourhood dads, drinking beer and catching the eye of all the wanting gazes in newton. including yours, especially as his silver wedding band twinkled in the shimmering sun. and you thought you were dreaming when he glanced your way and gave your sundress clad body an appreciative look over. making your face feel flushed and you averted your gaze, calming your breathing and focusing on the conversation at hand.

you managed to steer clear of him and your indecent thoughts for the better half of the night, especially considering laurie was with all the moms, her diamond ring reflecting onto the metal bar of the lawn chair. you can’t help the way your eyes wander up and down his figure, his broad shoulders and toned biceps, long legs and beard framing his carved face perfectly. and the way you familiarized yourself with everything underneath. you’re too wrapped up in watching him, too caught up with all the sinful imagery playing in your mind. remembering the way his hand wrapped around your throat, feeling the coolness of his wedding band contrasting your heated skin as he slams his hips into yours, easily finding the spot that has you keening as he whispers the most lewd phrases into your ear with his deep voice, just for you.

“such a dirty girl, getting off on my wedding ring choking you. i knew you were nothing but a whore.”

“you know how to make me feel good don’t you? just wanna please me like the good little girl you are?”

“you’re daddy’s good girl aren’t you?”

and you cant do anything but let your mind wander off into that blissful space, mindless of reality when you whisper back, “i’m yours daddy, all yours.” voice broken and whiny as he dicked you down better than you ever had gotten before. all that you could think about before was how wrong this was, but now as his finger rubbed your swollen clit and your back arched off his bed, clamping around his thick dick and all you could think about was how incredibly good he felt, how right he felt buried inside you and encouraging you to let go.

the way he had tenderly cleaned you up afterwards, gotten you up to pee after he had made you cum enough times that your legs were complete jelly so you whined, “i can’t walkkk” and he chuckles, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom because what was the point of all that muscle if he couldn’t baby you just a bit. (more than a bit) then held you close to his chest as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in a blissful post orgasm high and the warmth and security his hold brought you.

and as your shook out of your day dream, your friends teasing you for drool running down your face and andy smiles at you, he couldn’t wait to tease you about this later. then, you glance over at laurie her eyes already on you,

she knows.