chadwick boseman went from leading a protest at howard university because of the collapse of the College of Fine Arts to having that college be named after him almost 24 years later,, chadwick is truly such an inspiration and his legacy will continue to live on forever
Summary: Back home in Boston after your final year at Columbia University, you expect an easygoing and relaxed summer. But those plans go right out the window when your childhood crush, Chris, comes back home after filming a big movie, you see it as a chance to maybe have the summer fling you’d always hoped for. But the fact that he’s your older brother’s best friend may complicate that just a bit.
Warnings: swearing, drinking, fluff!!!, & some angst bc im feeling angsty
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You tap your index finger against the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing off your phone. You can’t help but feel a sense of contentment as you drive down the street you grew up on. Your music cuts out just before the chorus and your ringer goes off over your car’s speakers. You jump at the sound, letting out a soft gasp before you move to turn down the obnoxiously loud ringtone. You glance over at the screen for a moment. ‘Danny’. You tap the “Answer” button and rest your hands back on the steering wheel.
“What’s up?” “Hey, Y/N. You almost here?” your brother calls from his end. “Just pulling up. Why?” you ask as you turn into your parents’ driveway. There are a suspicious number of cars parked on the road in front of your parents’ house. “Oh, thank God. Mom’s been buggin’ me about whether you were close or not. Dinner’s soon,” Danny says. You can hear your mother’s annoyed gasp from the other line. “Love you, mom,” he calls, hushing his voice to a whisper. “She’s gonna kill me.” “You’re damn right she is.” You slow to a halt right behind… Mr. Evans’ car. What the fuck? “You guys havin’ a party or something? A lot of, uh, cars on the street, Danny,” you ask, somewhat annoyed. You really just wanted to bring your bags in, say hi to everyone, eat dinner, and go the fuck to sleep immediately. You groan, shutting your car off and pulling your keys out of the ignition. You unplug and cradle your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you pack your things into your purse. You’ll get your other bags later. “Fuuuuuuck, the cars,” he groans. His voice hushes down into a whisper as he continues, “Yes. It was supposed to be a surprise.” You can hear him smack a hand over his forehead.
You can hear the sounds of laughter and chit-chat, as well as music from the backyard as you climb out of the car. You shut the door with a sharp snap and as if on cue, the voices and music die down almost immediately. “I’ll do my best to act surprised, don’t worry,” you snicker, not bothering to wait for a response before you hang up and make your way up to the front door. Of course, only the outer glass door is shut. The red front door is wide open, so you let yourself right in. You play the role of the unknowing surprise party victim and call out to your family members. “Mom? Dad? Danny? Red?” You even throw your dog’s name into the mix for maximum effect. “Y/N?” a voice that, though familiar, you know definitely doesn’t belong to any of your family members calls. You tilt your head to the left slightly, dropping your purse on the table in the front hall, and make your way towards the source. You head right through the doorway leading into the kitchen and see none other than Chris standing there, a beer in his hand. You can feel your heart rate increase almost immediately. That flimsy red shirt’s doing its absolute best to hold itself together under the strain of his muscles. The collar is frayed slightly, probably from being washed over and over. The little nicks in the fabric allow the thin chain round his neck to show. Did he somehow get even more ripped since the last time you’d seen him? He has the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He gives you an excited smile when he has visual confirmation that it is, in fact, you.
“Oh my God, Y/N! Hey!” he exclaims, setting his drink down and moving around the island counter to give you a hug. You take a few steps forward as well, wrapping your arms around his neck as his slide around your waist. “It’s been too long,” you hum, beginning to pull away from the hug. Chris lets his hands linger on your hips for a few seconds before he takes a step back to grab his beer. “I know, I haven’t seen you since, what, two Christmases ago? How have you been, miss college graduate?” he asks, beaming with pride. “Really great. I’m glad to be home for a bit,” you reply.
Chris nods along. “Itis nice being home,” he agrees thoughtfully, taking a sip of his beer. “So what’s the plan after your time off? You gonna be producing my next big movie?” He smirks at you, a brow cocked. “We’ll see,” you sigh. “I actually scored an internship at some obscure film company in the city.” “Are you serious? That’s awesome,” he comments excitedly. “It’s alright, nothing too amazing yet but we’ll get there,” you sigh. Chris shrugs, taking another swig of his beer. “We all start somewhere. Who knows? Soon, maybe you’ll be head of Columbia Pictures or something.” “You flatter me, Christopher,” you say, letting out a soft laugh as you make your way past Chris and over to the fridge for your own ice-cold beer. You crack it open with the bottle opener on the counter. “But I think you think too much of me.” Chris is already turned to face you, his elbow propped against the marble countertop. “It’s not flattery, it’s the truth,” he replies sweetly. “You were always writing those insanely good scripts for your school plays… Writing scenes just for Scott and me to perform, for no reason other than so you could feel for the fluidity of the story. You’re talented, Y/N, whether you think so or not.” You raise your brows at Chris, a delicate smile crossing your lips. “Thank you,” you say softly. He only nods. “Don’t thank me, I’m just giving you a reality check, Y/N,” he teases. You roll your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to speak, the sound of the sliding door being thrown open distracts you.
You glance over as your brother storms right in, without closing the door behind him, and he stops dead in his tracks, turning his head to glare directly at you. “Y/N, serious question for you: do you know how old half of the people here are? Because they’ve been crouched reallow behind the bushes for, like, quite a bit, just waitin’ to surprise you!” Danny exclaims, glaring down at you. He turns to fire at Chris, who can’t help but let out a short snort at your brother’s over-the-top attitude. “And you! You’re nothing but a little enabler! Get your ass outside!” Danny hikes his thumb towards the back door and Chris, a massively goofy grin plastered on his face, suppresses a laugh as he waves you off and heads towards the door. “Sorry…” You can’t help the lingering grin on your face, though you truly are a tad sorry. “Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to our arthritic grandfather,” he bites back, squinting at you as he ushers you around the island and out through the sliding door right after Chris. He keeps walking through the crowd of people and back over by where Dodger had chosen to lounge, in the shade under the oak tree with the swing tied to it.
A mess of family members, family friends, and your own hometown friends all leap out from behind the bushes, trees, and fence and scream collectively, “SURPRISE!” with a few stray “WELCOME HOME”‘s. You don’t even have to feign your look of surprise; you’re honestly shocked this many people missed you enough to come to your homecoming party. You let out a scream, laughing into your hands as you recover from your glee. “Oh my God!” you cry out. You glance back at your brother, who has an eyebrow cocked at you. You throw your arms around him happily, turning to wave to everyone as they shout hello’s and ‘we missed you’s. Your parents enter your line of vision with arms open for a hug and, of course, you hug them back. You snuggle between your mother and father in a sea of ‘I missed you’s and ‘I’m so glad you’re home’s. You finally pull away from them and, a soft grin on your face, begin to speak. “God, okay, I will talk to you guys later. I gotta talk to some of the guests,” you say softly. “Thank you… for doing this. It’s nice.” “Of course, of course. Go be a good host,” your mother teases pushing you out towards the party. Everyone had already gone back to their own personal conversations. Well, all except your childhood best friend, Talia. She’s standing there, audibly squealing and therefore effectively alerting you of her presence mere moments before her arms shoot around your shoulders. She’s got you trapped in one of her world-famous hugs. “Y/N!” she exclaims happily. You giggle, returning the gesture. “I missed you so much, Talia,” you exclaim. “I have a lot of juicy college-grade party shit to talk to you about.” “Shit, I… Shit… Can’t wait to….” she trails off. You cock an eyebrow at her, obviously perplexed by her out-of-character behavior. Talia has her eyes darting past you, though. She can’t stop glancing over your shoulder. “Did… did something happen with you and Chris recently?” she asks suspiciously. You eye your best friend with an equal amount of skepticism. “Uh, nothing I’m not aware of. Why?” “On your six… But don’t look too quickly. Make it look nonchalant!” she orders, rather loudly. You roll your eyes, peeking over your shoulder to see Chris eyeing you. His eyes are fixated on you in a way you’d never seen from him before- especially not directed at you. He gives you a soft, flirtatious smirk and, like the cherry on fucking top, winks. You give him a small smile before whirling your head back around to glare at Talia, brows furrowed. “What about him?” you ask. Talia slaps a hand over her forehead. “He’s been watching you this whole time, Danny had to come in to collect you because you were so enthralled in whatever conversation you two were having, he more-than-triple-checked the time of this party just to be sure he’d be here when you got here. He just fuckingwinked at you, Y/N, and he–” She’s counting each reason on her fingers as she goes. You hold a hand up, cutting her off before she can continue. “Talia, I know Chris more than anyone. He’s one of my best friends and I promise that he’s just a big flirt. He likes to flirt.” “I’m just saying, you two have always had such amazing chemistry that I’d be surprised if I didn’t get a Save the Date for your wedding in the next two years,” she snickers, taking a sip of whatever concoction she’d stirred up in her solo cup. “I still have that sketchbook where we drew up our own personal wedding plans. I could dust it off and hand it to Chris; he’d get the hint.”
You open your mouth to speak, but immediately bite your tongue as your brother’s arm slings around your shoulder. He leans against you, forcing you to lean a bit more to the right to keep straight. “We gossipin’?” he teases. Your roll your eyes, pushing his arm off of you. “Mind your business, Daniel,” Talia interjects. Danny feigns a look of pain, a hand to his chest. “But I’m sooo nosey… Please share?” You give Talia a pleading look and she takes the reigns, understanding fully. “She’s just pissed that her parents invited the Robinsons,” she snickers. You have to hand it to her, it’s believable.
Back in elementary school, you unashamedly beat up the eldest Robinson boy when he wouldn’t stop teasing you about your braces (yes, you had braces). He deserved it, yes, but you had broken the poor guy’s nose.
You nod along with Talia’s story, eyes darting over towards Chris once again. Danny eyes you suspiciously, fully aware of where your eyes are, but doesn’t comment on it. “Okaaaaaay,” he murmurs. “Well, I’m sure Eli Robinson isn’t planning on bullying you anymore, so buck up and talk to the rest of our guests!” “You never know. He might notice some teensy, tiny flaw, somehow, and start throwing hands,” Talia snickers. Danny rolls his eyes. He lets his arm drop from around your shoulders and calls Chris over. You glance over your shoulder as he gets up from the blue lawn chair slowly and starts heading over. Dodger pads up behind his master as he nears you. You whip your head back around to give Talia a pleading look, but she’s got her expectant eyes on Chris as he nears. ”Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squeals. “We haven’t gotten a chance to catch up with him yet!” No. No. No. No. No.
“Yeah?” Chris’s soft voice asks as he plants himself on your left. Your so-called best friend grins up at him like a fool as Danny, turning to Chris, begins to speak. “Can you babysit? Y/N’s afraid she’ll fistfight Eli if not properly supervised.” “Uh,” the blond glances down at you, a brow cocked as he takes a swig of his beer. “Yeah, I mean, any excuse to hang out with Y/N.” You shudder. Danny cocks an eyebrow. “This was supposed to be a punishment. I’m supposed to be killing two birds with one stone.” “What did I do?” Chris demands, raising his voice with a laugh. Talia still has that idiotic grin plastered on her face. It tells you that she remembers Chris and Danny’s banter just as vividly as you. “You’re sittin’ over there, obviously hung up on some mystery chick, and you won’t even tell me anything about her. You’ve been dropping vague comments about her for the past week and it’s getting annoying! Even Dodge’s pissed! Right?” You feel your heart drop as Danny glances down at Dodger and receives a sharp bark in response. “He said no,” Chris replies, obviously tense. “Well, Dodger is a compulsive liar. I don’t know why I looked to him in the first place,” Danny retorts. Chris rolls his eyes, easing back into a comfortable posture as your brother continues on. “If you’re not gonna tell me anything about the girl, drop any hints about Age of Ultron, or do sports with me, what’s the point of being bro’s with a famous guy?” he sneers teasingly, his voice dropping into his frat boy impression when he says ‘bro’.
They joked like this all the time, especially since Chris got launched into stardom. Really, they loved each other. They were best friends. Danny was one of the many people outside of his family that Chris felt kept him grounded. And, well, Danny joked that Chris was just another guy to slowly schmooze into buying him a car, ‘like those YouTuber kids do’.
“God, where would you be if I hadn’t made it big?” “Playing Captain America, probably,” “That right?” Chris quips. You sigh. “Yeah. And probably gettin’ the girl, unlike you.”
Chris shakes his head. “No, trust me, you wouldn’t want her.” Danny narrows his eyes at Chris, an uncomfortable silence hovering over the four of you. Dodger whines impatiently before he nuzzles up to your leg. You reach down to pat him gently before he prances off, probably to attend a more… jovial conversation.
“D-Danny’s just being an asshole, Chris,” you stammer, trying to smooth over how uncomfortable this encounter had become. Talia sees this and speaks up, “… And this asshole is gonna drive me to get more alcohol since I’m sorta drunk and he is not.” Before Danny can come up with any defense, Talia grabs him by the forearm and yanks him towards the side gate. You glance up at Chris. “Sorry,” you say softly. “You’re his baby sister. I get it. Remember how much I used to mess with Scotty back in the day?” He shrugs. You let out a soft laugh. “I don’t remember anything as vividly as I remember when you convinced him to pee his pants on the front lawn,” you tease. Chris groans audibly. “It was so mean,” he says, trying to remain serious despite his laughter.
He points down to your half-empty beer. “Want another?” he asks. You chug down the remainder of your drink and reply with a short, soft-spoken ‘yes’. He grins. “Attagirl.” You follow him through the crowd, weaving between conversation circles, and up onto the patio, both of you dropping your empty bottles into the recycling bin as you make your way over to the oversized cooler. Chris kneels down and peels it open. You follow suit and the two of you gaze into the ‘Adults-Only’ red cooler expectantly. “Pick your poison,” he says softly, reaching for another beer. You shake your head. “Nothing’s jumping out at me,” you sigh, shaking your head. Chris lets the cooler close with a soft thud. “Well, now we have some thinkin’ to do. What would you want to drink for your last meal?” You lean back slightly, taken aback by how quickly he’d turned the conversation into a hypothetical in which you were on death row. “Uhm,” you ponder this for a moment before responding. “Somethin’ much stronger than a measly 8% beer.” You run your fingertips along the circular curvature of the bottom of his beer bottle. You don’t mean for the gesture to be so… obscene, somehow, but it is. Chris’s cheeks flush red. He stumbles over his words for a moment. “Wh-W-Wh… What do you have in mind?” he asks, swallowing hard. You cock an eyebrow. The man who can’t be moved is running full-speed into whatever he thinks you have planned. “Whiskey,” you reply, taking a step back. You make your way past him, shoulders brushing as you head through the sliding door and into the kitchen. Chris follows, like a lost puppy.
You sashay around the island counter and find yourself a glass. “Want some?” you ask, glancing over at Chris as he closes the sliding door behind him. He nods, setting his beer down on the counter absentmindedly. You reach up for a second identical glass and make your way over to the small alcohol tray and peruse for the exact whiskey you’re looking for. You pour Chris’s first and hand it to him before pouring your own. “Thank you,” he says softly, holding his glass up. You give him a lopsided smile as you clink your glass with his and you both down your drinks. You pour another for each of you. The combination of your first beer and a glass of whiskey sends a familiar warmth through your veins. You let out a shaky breath. “Can I ask you something without it coming off strange?” he asks softly. You gaze up at him as you lean forward on your elbows over the island counter. He stands still on the opposite side, between two of the barstools. “Maybe. Ask away.” “Do you have a boyfriend down in New York?” he asks. You feel your body tense up, but you don’t let your being caught off-guard show through. “No, I don’t,” you purr, doing your best to keep a poker face. “Is this… mystery gal anything serious?” Chris watches you for a long time, throwing back his second drink. “She could be,” he replies, swallowing rather hard. You shake your head. “Crying shame,” you reply, straightening out and finishing off your drink. You can hear the soft sounds of the Teskey Brothers playing even from inside the house. “Why’s that?” You ignore his question, moving right ahead with yours. “Do I know her?” “Who?” “The girl,” you reply suspiciously. Chris shakes his head. “If I won’t tell Danny, what makes you think that I’d tell you?” “Because I love my bother, but he’s an idiot and you know it.” Chris lets out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Yeah, you know her,” he says softly. You shake your head, smiling despite your heart aching. “Oh my God, just tell me already,” you practically beg. Chris sighs, setting down his glass with resignation. “She… I don’t think I should…” he says softly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for everyone to know about it yet. I’m not sure it’ll happen.” You gaze up at Chris with resignation. You know you’re not gonna get an answer out of him, so you yield. “I bet. Well, I’m gonna head back out, okay? I really don’t want a babysitter all day,” you reply sharply, not really listening when Chris retorts with some silly comment.
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The homecoming party goes on for a few more hours before people start saying their goodbyes. You try not to make it obvious, but you are overjoyed that you get to sleep in your old bed again. You see Talia chatting with Danny in the hallway by the bathroom and you, without another word, shut the door behind Mrs. Robinson and make your way upstairs. You drag your feet somewhat as you make your way down the familiar hallway and finally stop in front of your old bedroom door. It’s cracked open slightly and your bedside lamp is on, to your surprise, so you push the door open a little further to see Chris gazing down into one of your photo albums. “You lost?” you singsong. Chris jumps about ten feet into the air, spinning around to face you. “S-Sorry, Y/N, I just… I remembered you had these. I should’ve asked, I know, but–” You hold a hand up to cut him off as you move to sit on your bed. “You’re acting so jumpy, Chris…” you comment. He sighs, shutting the dark blue photo album and pushing it back into its spot on the shelf. “I guess I am,” he agrees, sitting on the bed beside you. He’s silent for some time after that, gazing at his shoes as though they were the most interesting things in the world. You nudge his shoulder with yours to get his attention. He glances up at you and gives you a soft smile. “What’s up? C’mon, talk to me,” you say. “What do you mean?” “Don’t play stupid. I’ve known you my whole life.”
He nods. “Yeah…” “So tell me what’s been on your mind,” you say, laying a head on his shoulder. “I’m a really good listener, I promise.” Chris gives you a look, his breath hitching in his throat for a moment. “This girl, I’ve known her forever. Hell, I’ve liked her like this for a few years now. I’m just afraid it’ll–” “Ruin it if she doesn’t feel the same,” you sigh. Chris nods as his fingers lace in yours. It surprises you, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t want to spoil the moment. “Exactly…” he breathes. You watch his chest rise and fall rhythmically. Your heart rate rises steadily. “She probably does,” you say simply. Chris glances down at you. “What do you mean?” “There’s no reason she wouldn’t like you, Chris. You’re a sweet, funny, talented mama’s boy who believes in equality. Also, you’ve got a great ass and you play Captain America. If Tumblr loves you, then chances are she will, too,” you say thoughtfully, doing your best not to stumble over your words. Chris doesn’t say anything for a long time. He turns to face you a little more, one leg folded on the bed and the other over the edge of the bed. “Y/N,” he says softly. You mirror his position, your knee pressed against his. “Yes?” “Can I do something stupid right now?” he asks. He’s nervous. You’d never seen him this way before. “Maybe,” you reply, a sly grin on your face. Chris leans forward, eyes fluttering shut. You close yours as well, leaning in for a moment you’d only admitted to Talia about dreaming of. Your lips inches from one another’s, he pauses. ”You’re okay with this?” he asks. You nod. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, little lady.” ”Yes,” you reply firmly. Chris’s hand is on your cheek in an instant, steadying himself as he presses a kiss to your lips. Your arms shoot around his neck, his scruff scaping gently at your soft skin as you kiss him back, your entire body heating up. You feel Chris’s heart pounding against his skin as you press your chest flush against his. Just when his hands slide down to your waist, you begin to feel his innate dominance take over. He pushes you down onto your back, onto the bed. His hands slowly make their way up from your hips to your hair, which he tugs rather aggressively. But you’re no sooner pried apart by the sound of Danny’s voice echoing down the hall, Talia’s giggling along. Chris sits up straight, hands folded on his lap. You reel back into reality and leap forward for the photo album. You flip it open to a random page as you sit back down beside Chris, feigning a laugh. Chris understands and relaxes, pointing to a picture and asking some dumb question. Talia and Danny make their way over to your bedroom and stand in the doorway like proud parents. “Wouldja look at ‘em?” she hums. “Seems like just yesterday he was spraying her with a hose while she was wearing a white t-shirt.” “That was her to him, Daniel,” Talia snickers. “God, you’re the worst,” you glower, narrowing your eyes at Dennis the Menace as an all-powerful duo. “We can hear you,” Chris comments. “No dip, doofus,” Talia giggles. “Get out of my room, Danny!” you exclaim, getting to your feet. “I’m not in your room, Y/N!” Danny shouts back in a mocking tone, pointing down at the floor around your doorframe. “This is your room.” “Mooooom!” you roar, stomping your foot. “Daniel!” your mother calls from somewhere in the house. “I’m not in her room!?” “Danny, listen to your mother!” Mr. (Y/L/N) shouts from his bedroom, just down the hall. “Alright! Alright! I yield!” Danny cries, taking another step back. “Talia and I were just wondering if you guys wanted to go out back and start a bonfire. There are a lot of people from high school who couldn’t make it to dinner that wanted to see you today.”
You glance over at Chris and he shrugs. “You gonna stay?” “Yeah, sure. I’ll get Scott and Carly to come back,” he says, pulling his phone from his back pocket. You glance up at your brother, slamming the photo album shut. “Sure,” you reply. Danny nods and heads out down the hall, already sending out a mass text. But Talia doesn’t move. “Holy fucking shit,” she says softly. You cock an eyebrow at her before following her line of sight to Chris’s… ahem… prominent erection. Chris glances up, confused at first, but soon a realization washes over him. He yanks the photo album from you and presses it over his crotch sheepishly. “Please don’t tell Danny,” he begs.
request: If you could do anything with Chris Evans and the reader, him having a daddy kink. That would be Greeeeeaaatt. Honestly the world needs more of that.
pairing:chris evans x reader
word count: 3242
warnings:daddy kink, smut, oral (male recieving), chris calling you ‘little girl’ and ‘babygirl’
a/n: s/o to the anon that requested this because i have the biggest daddy kink ever and this is a dream come true to me, lol!
The moment he walks through the door his demeanour shifts, suddenly the jet lagged actor is no longer exhausted after two months of filming in South Africa. He feels powerful, his dominant side coming into effect as he steps through the threshold of your shared house. Chris smirks to himself at your absence, he knows where you and what you’re doing – exactly what he told you to do.
The thrill of the rush sets in as he leaves his luggage at door and peels off his coat and shoes before stalking towards your shared bedroom. Images of you laid naked on the cotton sheets fill his head like all the wet dreams that had haunted him in his time away. He can’t shake them away even if he tries to, you’re an unstoppable force one whose presence demands all his attention and never fails to make a noticeable tent in his pants.
Chris runs his fingers through his long hair as he tries to blink away any traces of fatigue before he enters your room. He stands in the arched doorway, his eyes focused on you and you only. Nothing else matters and, why would it? Because you’re the only person who can make Chris lose every ounce of control he possesses. This is no different, he may be the one who’s constantly in control but the dominant has a feeling you have just as much power over him as he has over you.
His wet tongue slips between his lips, brushing over the pink flesh of his bottom lip before his signature devilish smirk paves way across his features. You look at him from your position on the bed waiting as patiently as you can for him to command and for you to do whatever he wants. Chris’ eyes roam your naked body and he groans in appreciation at the sight of the choker on your neck that has his name engraved on it.
You’re on your knees, head held high with your palms flat against the soft skin of your thighs. It’s Chris’ favourite position to see you in and once again you have not disappointed, Chris wants to devour you at just the sight of you on your knees being his obedient little girl.
He can’t take it any longer, he wants to slouch his back against the wall and take his time to let his eyes remember this moment but then you’re biting your lip and suddenly he’s walking forward.
Your breath hitches in your throat as Chris strides with confidence towards you, his unwavering grin making your thighs clench together in agony. It had been two long months and in that time not once had you felt the touch of Chris or yourself, you wanted to wait till he was making you scream and writhe under him in pleasure.
Chris stops at the foot of the bed, his eyes once again finding your naked form and making him swallow thickly. You don’t notice, however, your eyes focused on the large bulge between his legs. Chris’ eyes follow yours and the dark chuckle that tears itself from his throat makes a shiver run down your spine and your body visibly shudder. Chris chuckles again before a smirk takes the place of his earlier amused smile.
“Eyes up, babygirl,” Chris commands and you do exactly as you’re told, your eyes staring into his own blue orbs.
When you follow his command effortlessly, Chris runs his fingers over the warm flesh of your cheeks whilst his thumb strays downwards towards your neck. You want his lips where his fingers are, you want him to find your sweet spot and kiss you there, his lips coming down hard onto your neck like rain against a window.
“Did you miss me, babygirl?” Chris asks and you go to nod but you know the rules so instead you give the man who makes you weak at the knees a shaky smile.
“Yes, daddy.” The deep guttural groans that fall from his kissable lips is downright filthy but you love the sound just as much as the sound when comes.
He loses himself for a moment, “Fuck! I love it when you call me that, babygirl. You’re gonna make me go crazy if you keep that up, little girl.” Chris says as his falls back, his lips parting and another groan tumbles from his lips. He’s picturing you on all fours mewling and screaming his name, daddy.
“Please daddy, do it.” You say because you adore it when Chris loses all his self-control and ruts into you like an animal in heat.
Chris tries to compose himself but after so long of not hearing you say daddy in a situation like this, it takes longer than usual. When it happens his head shoots forward eyes locking on you once more before he smirks.
“Can you do something for daddy?” He asks although the both of you he isn’t really asking, he doesn’t ask he just takes and you’d gladly give everything to him.
“Anything daddy.” You say practically purring as his fingers trail down to the pointed hardened peaks of your nipples. He twists them as his thumb rubs over the tips, you can’t help your cry that tears itself through the room. Chris groans at the sound, it’s been too long since he’s heard that noise.
He takes his hands away from your chest before he brings them up to your neck wrapping his fist around it. He squeezes slightly not enough to hurt but enough to make you whimper his name, “Daddy.” You all but whine and Chris’ eyes are rolling back into his head at the pleasure of you whimpering his name in desperation and need. He’s only been here for a few moments but you’re already begging for him. The effect he has on you is indescribable.
“Little girl, tell me what you want.” Chris says and you look at him curiously because only moments he had asked you to do something for him, something he wanted but now he was asking what you wanted.
Chris sees your confusion but nods telling you to answer him. You do, “What I always want daddy.” You say which makes Chris smirk.
“What do you always want?” He asks although he knows your answer, it’s the same every time he asks you the question. You always want one thing from him. “Your cock.” You reply rubbing your hands up and down your thigh trying to stave off the arousal steadily consuming you.
You bite your lip to try to swallow the moan you feel rising from your throat as Chris’ hands wander to the belt of his jeans. You watch with anticipation as his jeans drop and so does his boxers, you watch as he throws them across the room and holds his thick cock in hand. The moan you tried so hard to confine rises and comes out as a needy as ever.
“You want my cock bad, don’t you babygirl?” Chris asks although you know he’s taunting you more than anything.
You don’t say anything; a sharp sting radiates throughout your thigh at your no answer. It’s a silent warning, you must do as you’re told or else. You ignore the feeling and answer, “Yes daddy.”
Chris smiles in appreciation before saying, “Then show you me just much you missed me and just how much you want it, babygirl.” You can’t deny him especially not when he calls you babygirl and gives you exactly what you had wanted for the past two months. You lean forward on your heels, your face painstakingly close to Chris’ cock waiting for him to let you have the object of your desire. You feel Chris’ fingers tangle through your hair before he tugs on the strands pulling you onto his cock.
The moment the wet warmth of your mouth hits his cock, Chris knows he won’t be able to last long. Like you, he hadn’t touched himself despite all the times your dirty whispers through the phone made him want to.
Your tongue swirls around his tip, lapping up the salty taste of his precum and moaning in delight at his taste. You find yourself intoxicated the moment you taste him on your tongue, you dive in wanting to devour all that he gives you. His hands tug harder on your hair pulling you deeper onto his cock and in response, you hollow your cheeks before steadily starting to rapidly move up and down his thick cock. He lets you, for a few moments loving the way you work your tongue against his shaft. It had been too long since he had felt your lips wrapped around his cock and you were just as good as always.
“That’s it little girl, gonna make daddy cum.” He says through shaky breaths.
Chris craves control but watching you hungrily lap up all his oozing precum makes him still for a moment and just letting you ride his cock with your tongue. But he needs control, he knows you need it too so he tugs on your hair pulling you onto his cock as he thrusts his hips forward. You don’t move letting him fuck your mouth and enjoying the burn of his cock dragging through your lips and hitting the back of your throat. Chris loves the sight of you being as still and obedient as possible while he fucks your mouth savagely making you gag and moan around his cock.
He knows it won’t be long until he comes spurting his load all over your lips he has yet to kiss. He keeps fucking your mouth each time reaching deeper and deeper until he can feel your throat opening up to him – almost begging him to take it. He wants to, he wants it more than anything but what Chris always wants nothing more than to paint you with his cum. He wants to see his cum smeared across your lips as you beg for him to fuck you.
He reluctantly pulls his cock from your mouth, his fist pumping over his shaft as you catch your breath and whine in loss. You want him in your mouth again but you also want to taste him on your lips.
You get your wish and when you do you tilt your head back as the first droplets of his cum touch you lips, you lick it away involuntarily before moaning for more. “Need, more daddy. Need all of your cum.” You beg and Chris loves the sound so much he gives you exactly what you want.
He cums hard and heavy and he watches as you lick clean all that he gives you. His thumb swipes across his tip gathering his slick before swiping his cum across your lips and cheeks. “My beautiful babygirl.” He mutters with a deep groan.
He watches as your tongue slithers from between your lips and licks it away. He can’t stop himself before he knows it he’s pulling you up by your hair and pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back immediately the fire inside of you burning violently as his lips and tongue make slick ooze steadily out of your pussy and onto your thighs. You grab a fistful of his hair clutching to it tightly as his tongue sneaks into your mouth tasting himself on your tongue. You don’t fight him for dominance because he always has it and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
You’re ready for more and so is Chris, he pulls back from the kiss smirking at the sound of you panting. “Lay back on the bed babygirl, gonna take care of you,” Chris says and you do so eagerly.
You watch as he strips himself of all clothing and he approaches you as if he’s an animal stalking his prey. He looks at you his eyes black and blown with lust, you can feel yourself shrinking under his gaze as his calloused hands land on the inside of your thighs. You moan at the feeling of warmth radiating throughout you as his hands touch you.
Chris’ hands slide up your thighs stopping as they reach the slick coated on them, he growls at how wet you are. Before you have time to think your legs are wide open and his head is between them licking all your slick away and sucking purple bruises into his flesh. Chris loves to mark you, he’s a full-blooded animal through and through.
“Daddy, stop!” You exclaim and Chris raises his head just before his tongue settles on your clit that has practically been screaming his name.
He looks at you expressionless before he asks in a dark tone, “Why should I stop, little girl?”
You whimper helplessly, “I need you fuck me, daddy, it’s been too long. I need you to make me your good little girl. I need you to make me beg to cum.” You say and Chris needs no more convincing.
“My babygirl’s desperate, isn’t she?” He asks and you nod feverishly.
“Yes daddy, I need you to fill me up.” You say and Chris rises to his knees, cock in hand as he looks down at you.
“Shh, little girl daddy’s gonna give you his cock.” Chris soothes as he settles his body between your legs.
Your body goes still as he aligns himself at your entrance, he pushes in, your pussy lips swallowing his cock as moans fall from your lips. Your walls clench around his cock the moment all of him rests inside of you. Chris moans as he fills you up, you’re just as tight as you were before he left.
“Fuck! My babygirl’s so fucking tight.” Chris says as you moan beneath him wanting nothing more than him to thrust into you and start fucking you with such need and desperation you’d be clawing at the bed sheets.
Chris lowers his body, his lips pressing against yours as he starts moving. You scream against his lips at the feeling of his cock finally giving you the pleasure you had been waiting for. Your hands wrap around Chris’ neck needing something to anchor yourself to as Chris pushes his cock into you so hard you scream his name. “Daddy!”
He loves it when you get like this, he loves making you scream so loud he knows the neighbours will complain. He can’t stop himself because he wants to hear you scream again, he thrusts his hips forward making you moan helplessly against his lips. He’s merciless as he just his hips forward, he has no remorse - all he wants to do is fuck you like you deserve.
You clutch desperately to him as he pounds into you making your whole body shake and shudder, Chris is ruthless as he swivels his hips his cock driving forward and diving deep within your pussy that clenches around him. “Shit! Babygirl you’re making me insane.” Chris says before he rocks into you again so fast you whine when his cock slips out, but then you feel the fullness of his fat cockhead at your hole and you’re moaning.
“Daddy just do it.” You plead and beg as you feel the fast drag of Chris’ cock against your walls making you moan so hard you’re sure you won’t be able to talk for a while. You can’t wait till your voice is hoarse – a silent reminder of the way he fucked you.
“Do what babygirl?” Chris questions although he’s certain he knows exactly what you want from him.
His hips thrust upwards into yours making you gasp and let out a string of high pitched moans. Your hold around Chris’ neck falters and soon you’re clawing at his biceps. “Lose control daddy. Fuck the shit out of me.”
He wants it just as much as you do. Chris pulls himself out of you looking at you dead in the eyes making sure that this what you really want. When he sees you’re serious he pulls into you again leaving you no time before he’s rutting up against you, animalistic growls tearing from his throat as screams leave yours.
You feel your hips jutting up into his, you can feel all of his cock inside of you and it’s delicious. Chris doesn’t stop you instead practically begs you to jut your hips as he thrusts into you. The feeling of your hips in timing with his is delectable as well as the sounds that leave your lips. You nails dig deep into the flesh of Chris’ biceps as he leans down and whispers in your ear.
“You gonna cum babygirl? I bet you are, you’re my dirty little slut and I know how much you love my cock. I know you’re gonna cum and you’re gonna have to beg for it.” He says and you want nothing more than to plead for it, you like playing this game as does Chris.
You nod not trusting yourself to speak just yet. Chris drives his hips forward, he pulls your legs up on his torso allowing his cock to drag across your walls a new sensation takes over you. You can’t stop the moans and cries that tumble from your lips as he fucks you so hard you’re sure you can’t take anymore. You can however because Chris keeps going, rutting into you so hard and fast you can’t remember anything else but the feeling of his cock inside of you.
You know his words are true, you can feel it looming and so with all the energy you have left, you beg for him. “Daddy, I need to cum. Please, daddy let your good girl cum all over your fat cock whilst you keep fucking me like the cock slut I am.” You say and Chris quickens his motions
You can feel yourself on the edge but you can’t cum until he says so. But you can’t hold it off not with the way he’s fucking into you with pure need and desperation. “Please, daddy can I cum?” You ask trying to not to sound desperate but you can’t help it, you are.
You need your release and when Chris swivels his hips and commands, “Cum for me babygirl.” You come hard and fast. Pure ecstasy captures you, as moans and whimpers leave your lips. You can’t feel anything but the drag of Chris’ cock along your walls as he tries to get himself into the blissed-out state you’re in.
He cums when he hears you beg for it, “Please cum daddy. Please cum, I need it. I want it, daddy please.” It’s all he needs and then he’s cradling your head on his shoulder soothing and calming you.
“Ssh I got you babygirl.” He calms and you no against his bare chest calming yourself.
When you’re calm, you press a kiss to his chest and say, “Love you so much, daddy.”
You had an argument with your boyfriend Tom recently which is why the two of you don’t spend any time together at a family party. Tom’s uncle, Mads, notices that you’re not doing well and that you’re drinking way too much during the party. He looks for Tom and finds him enjoying the pool and even flirting with others guests. Mads gets very angry and scolds him; “Take proper care of your girlfriend, Thomas. Be a gentleman for fuck’s sake.” he chides, to which Tom says “She’s old enough to take care of herself.” in an annoyed tone. Mads glares at him when he stays put and leaves to join you again. He tries to help you sober up but ends up escorting you to yours and Tom’s bedroom because you’ll only recover if you get some sleep. However, when Mads is helping you remove your heels and get into bed, you kiss him. It makes his heart race and his hands tremble. And while you’re sleeping like a baby, Mads spends the night staring at the ceiling, thinking about how much he enjoyed that kiss but cursing himself for it because he can’t even fathom what would happen if his nephew found out.
Prompt: You had a son with your first husband, Keanu, but he’s being raised by your new husband, Tom. The two men cannot stand each other, and every time Keanu shows up unannounced to see the kid, he and Tom always end up arguing.
You and your brother Tom were in your late twenties and still single which society frowned upon, but you didn’t care because you were perfectly happy. However, when you were introduced to a famous painter at a party, named Mads, something happened; an immediate and strong connection, perhaps even love at first sight. Mads asked if he could paint you and, soon enough, the two of you became lovers and were obsessed with each other. Tom wasn’t happy about it, he could see that you’d end up marrying him and leaving him all alone. It was the end for him but he wouldn’t allow it. Things got out of control when he actually saw you in bed with Mads. In a fit of rage, he destroyed the beautiful portrait your lover had painted, and swore that he’d never let you go, even if it meant having to kill Mads to stop you from leaving him.
➳ this is for a hundred kissing details prompts. if you want to see me write a fic from this prompt list, let me know! :) sorry for any mistakes!
➳a/n: welp this turned a little spicy and i wasn’t even intending it to note to self; listening to Rob Zombie doesn’t help. :))))
➳pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader
➳summary: Choosing not to kiss you because he doesn’t want to make you both late to an appointment with your wedding planner, you aren’t happy with that.
➳warnings: def allude to smut, choking, dom!reader/sub!Tom, switch relationships?? i think that’s it
➳prompts:“i’m not going to kiss you.”+ “why?” + “because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.”
The sunlight poured into the window, bringing you to squint your eyes. You could feel strong arms wrapping around you, a bed of scruff nuzzling into the crook of your neck which made you giggle.
“Morning, handsome,” You called out, knowing that Tom was already smiling against your back.
“Morning, Darling,” His sleepy voice called out to you. You sighed and happily snuggled further into him. “We’ve got a long day ahead of ourselves…” He sighed. Your eyes were bright yet full of sleep. Looking down, you saw his large hands wrapped around your midsection. The sparkle of your diamond ring made you remember that you were meeting with the wedding planner today.
“Ah, that is right,” You whispered. “Wedding planning… Can you believe in just four more months, I’ll be taking your last name?” You couldn’t help but still feel as though you were living in a dream. After having dated Tom since 2017, you were wondering when wedding bells would ring. It came before you knew it, when he proposed to you a few months ago.
“I cannot wait,”Tom laughed, kissing the back of your neck lightly. “It’ll be the happiest day of my life, Darling,” He whispered.
You smiled. “Mine too, babe…”
As you started to turn around in his grasp, you saw his pretty face staring back into yours. You giggled, reaching up to caress his cheeks with a heartfelt smile that made Tom’s heart start to beat a little faster. But he knew if he caved in, if he even brushed his lips across yours in the slightest, the wedding planner would never see your faces.
Tom inhaled, rubbing your shoulders.
“I’m not going to kiss you.” He announced, closing his eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you inhaled his cologne left over from last night.
“Why?”You asked, grazing his chest with your nails that automatically sent his eyes into a roll. Tom’s face broke out into a grin as he caressed your back with his fingertips, earning a soft hum to fall from your pretty lips that looked so inviting, so tempting… So delicious.
"Because if I do, I don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.“ Tom answered with honesty dripping from his voice. You tilted your head to the side, smiling widely.
“Awh, are you afraid we’re going to get so caught up in bed together, that we’ll miss our meeting with Stella?” You started to climb over your fiancé’s body. He hissed, feeling as your hips straddled his. Squeezing your thighs around his waist, you slowly began to grind down on top of him.
“Love,”Tom hissed, the slight prick of your teeth on his chest driving him crazy. His hands drifted until he was cupping your ass in his hands. You jumped lightly, but continued to push your hips into his hands. He groped the flesh in his hands, feeling as you slowly brought your tongue up his chest to dance across his throat.
Gently wrapping your hand around his neck, the feel of your skin aaginst his made Tom’s erection grow bigger underneath your bottom. Wiggling your hips for an extra pop of desire, Tom’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt you lightly grip his throat, delicately choking him.
“C’mon, Hiddleston,” Your voice turned husky, a darkening note of lust lacing your tone.
He watched you, seeing this bittersweet game you played with him. Holding his eyes, he felt your hips continuously grind down against his. “I know you want to touch me,” You whispered, grabbing his hand and forcing it in between your thighs.
Tom connected his fingers with the wetness hidden beneath your panties and it was game over. Flipping the two of you over, you squeaked as your fiancé pinned you underneath him, wrists above your head. Hooking a leg around his hips, you guided him down for a searing kiss that left both of you breathless. Your hands came out of his clutch, only to rake your nails into his skin that was on fire for you, a deep emotion of lust overtaking his body.
He was already ripping your panties away, tiny gasps eliciting from your swollen lips as you tasted Tom’s tongue pressing to yours. He growled against your mouth, teeth nipping your throat as he lowered his head, the strands of dark hair tickling your chest.
“Just like that, Tommy,” You coaxed him in a sweetheart tone that made him moan loudly. “Give me exactly what you want…” Your voice made him quiver, his submissive side showing through as he tried to remain dominant.
It was the whimper that fell from his mouth. He started this war by choosing not to kiss you. He knew he was marrying one of the most hardheaded, dominant women he had ever come across who could lay on her back and be submissive shortly after. The perks of you both being switches. You had the best of both worlds.
Tom kissed you deeper, hand wrapping around your throat to choke you as he stared at you. “One round, that’s it,” He said.
You smiled.“Yes Sir,” You hissed, begging him to take you.
