Perfection

Cockblocked

Summary: Sam and Nat decide it’d be funny to cockblock the former Winter Soldier after his girl returns from a long mission away.

Word count: 3.5k oops. (Sorry I got a lil carried away, this was just really fun to write tbh 😂) 

Warnings: Smoooot (smut), don’t read if you’re underage pls.

“Fuck” Bucky groans under his breath as you roll your hips backwards, your ass rubbing against his stiff cock. His arms tighten around your waist as he buries his face into your hair, a needy whimper escaping the back of his throat. 

The sinful way you ground your hips against him was driving him wild and what started out as spooning while watching a movie was quickly turning into something else as indicated by the heavy pants coming from the super soldier. 

“Baby…” he breathes, one of his hands coming to rest on top of your hip. You stifle a groan, biting your lip as he pulls your hips tightly against him, pressing his cock against the soft flesh of your ass as he ruts into you. The grip you have on the arm still wrapped around you tightens, nails digging into his forearm as he grabs your breast and squeezes. 

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WEIRD QUESTIONS ~ F1 TEXTS

summary: just you and your weird questions for your f1 bf

starring: max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz jr., sebastian vettel, lando norris, oscar piastri

warnings: none

🚨ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE🚨

🚨REQUESTS ARE OPEN🚨

Honestly shame on anyone who has sent hate or said shit about @faithshouseofchaos

The fact that this sport was full of enough toxic masculinity before more women started getting into motorsports and then we finally do and find our space and were chased out and ridiculed by toxic “fans.”

Let me tell you one thing, you are not fans and you should be ashamed of yourselves to call yourself one if this is how you treat other fans in this space let alone if this is how you’re treating another human being.

Take that insecurity and take that toxicity and shove it up your ass and leave people alone if you’ve got nothing better to do with your time.

Sincerely ~nurse-sainz

Mrs. Evans (Disney trip)

WARNING: Please, do not translate and post my fics on another platform like Ao3, Wattpad or whatever kids are using these days. I never gave permission to that. Please respect my wishes and my art. Feel free to comment, share, reblog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: none

A/N:  Since some of you said you don’t mind me publishing the end of the series I’m gonna start publishing the last chapters tomorrow, then I go back to only fluff chapters. Next chapter will be up tomorrow. You can read the other chapter of this series on my Masterlist / I have a Ko-Fi, feel free to support me or not 🤷‍♀️. You can check it here.

Although you and Chris had divorced, you two stayed friends, yes friends indeed, not those couples who say they are still friends and never talk to each other. He was more present now than before, he was there for the girls two, it was important for both of you to have family time. You two felt that the girls needed that, you tried to make this transition as normal as possible and it wasn’t that bad.

He was there for you more than before, you would talk more, he was always asking your opinion on everything like before, when the marriage worked. Now it was the first trip together after the divorce, two disneys fans together with their daughters at disney…

“I can’t believe they are sleeping, the flight wasn’t that long!!!”, you said looking back at Chris.

“I’m surprised you are not sleeping.”, he joked

“When you say that, looks like I sleep all the time.”

He raised his brow, a smirk formed on his lips.

“What’s with that face?”

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Marvel’s Avengers Endgame (2019) Bloopers

Stuck With You

Summary: you have a new song and need a music video to go with it. You enlist your husband’s help. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song.

Chris held your phone in his hands filming you and he’s got a baby strapped to his chest. The two of you are walking the trails by your shared Massachusetts home. He had suggested it since your newborn baby girl can’t seem to sleep unless she’s moving and you need to send off footage for your song collab that you’re doing with Justin Bieber. Dodger chose to stay home with Scott.

You’re singing the song as you walk backwards. Both of you have an AirPod in with your song playing. Your husband wasn’t happy about the song especially since you were in labor while recording your vocals. He was freaking out and wanting to get you to the hospital ASAP.

“So lock the door/ And throw out the key/ Can't fight this no more,” you sang to your smiling husband. “It's just you and me/ And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do/ I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.”

You point your finger at the camera and stopped. You come closer.

“So go ahead and drive me insane/ Baby, run your mouth,” you sang.

You grabbed your phone and flipped it so Chris is in the shot as well.

“I still wouldn't change being stuck with you,” he sang coming closer to you and putting his arm around you.

“Stuck with you, stuck with you,” you sang with your husband. “I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby.”

You faced him and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The music continues playing in one ear for the both of you. You part from him and he grins pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head. You stop the video.

“I think that was good,” you said and play the video back.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s due to my amazing camera work,” Chris said.

You loop your arm with Chris’s and start walking.

“You definitely got the steady hands,” you said.

“It’s exactly why we have Charlie,” he said.

You smacked him upside the head and he gasped.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” you said.

“Little shit. I’d tackle you right now if my baby girl wasn’t in this wrap,” Chris said placing a hand on her tiny head.

You chuckled and rested your head against his bicep looking at your sleeping little girl.

“You know, the world will finally figure out about us,” you said.

“It’s about time! I’m done reading articles about who you might be quarantining with,” Chris said. “I still can’t believe that nobody figured out that you were pregnant.”

“It’s only because I wore your hoodies and sweaters,” you said. “I barely left the house too, babes. This’ll be bigger than Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been hiding a marriage as well as hiding a pregnancy and a baby,” he said holding your hand. “And your fans hate me after I tweeted about one of your songs.”

“If I remember correctly, you tweeted something along the lines of “god, another song. I wonder who it’s written about this time,”” you said.

“And let’s not forget the eye roll emoji was involved too, hun,” Chris added.

You grinned looking up at him and said, “it was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It was pure chaos.”

“Remember when TMZ reported it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“God, they painted me as an asshole,” he laughed. “Some people were trying to petition to have me removed as Captain America. It was in headlines everywhere.”

“That was hilarious especially since nobody knew that the song was about you,” you said.

“And I get another under my belt,” Chris smiled putting his arm around you.

“You pretty much have a whole album, baby,” you said.

“You should name your next one “Chris”,” he said.

You shook your head no and he pouted.

“Your ego will grow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it,” you said.

“But, darling,” your husband whined pulling you closer as the two of you cross over a small wooden bridge.

“We’ll see. But I wanna film a bit more,” you said.

“Fine. —We should pull Scott and Dodger in,” Chris suggested.

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