Anonymous asked:

I got an idea so it’s fluff angst and smut. So Chris hears some bs about his wife and thinks that she’s about to file for divorce and he decides he’s going to one up her and file first. His heart is broken at the thought of even filing but he’s like if she doesn’t want to be with him he wants her to be happy. So he basically hands her the papers one evening at dinner and to his shock she’s mortified and starts crying profusely almost to the point of panic attack. He realizes the horror of a mistake he’s made and that she doesn’t want a divorce and has just been stressed the last few weeks and he realizes what a dumbass he is and she becomes distant because he planted this negativity in their marriage and the media got hold of the papers and he’s publicly fix that and deal with the critics the world. He eventually makes it up to her....in more ways than one. 😉 okay I suck at creating summaries, have fun with it tweak it and feel free to smut it up. Lmao

Oh dude this could be a series in itself. However, I'll try to string something together. Hopefully it'll pull through🥺✨ Also I’ve made a few tweaks, hope you’ll still like it. <3

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, eventual smut, 18+, NSFW

A/N: I'm not the greatest at writing angst, so forgive me if it doesn't live upto your expectations. It’s a bit longer than I usually write, pls stick on, I promise there’s good stuff at the end as well :). I didn’t want to make Chris the asshole here, so kinda changed some parts; hope they’re not glaringly obvious. Also, minors pls DNI. Heed all warnings, they are there for a reason. Your media consumption, should you ignore the warnings, is your responsibility and yours alone. I post my stuff only on Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. Not beta'ed, any mistakes made are all mine. Dividers by the wickedly talented @firefly-graphics (love all your work, sweetie!)

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A Burden To Carry

You watched the trees pass by, as you sat in silence. That’s all these car rides were nowadays. What once used to be a source of joy, for you both to sing goofily at the tops of your voices, where people would stare at you at red lights, was now as silent as a graveyard. No music, no talk, just silence. A void.

His sombre voice broke you out of your reverie. “....I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I’ll be leaving for LA, day after tomorrow. I’ll be back in 3 weeks, hopefully.” he said, grimacing at the traffic.

You nodded, absentmindedly, turning your attention back to the outside world. You were ovulating, as your tracker had rudely reminded you, but you didn’t tell him that. There was no point telling him, was there? Having a child right now would be nothing short of disastrous.

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𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex (do not recommend, pls be wise) Ransom’s hurt ego/pride.

A/N: I love Ransom so much. I’d probably let him get away with murder, which is probs wrong since I’m a law student. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Also the writing is crap and not at all intelligent, I just needed to let off some Ransom steam. ^_^

I post my stuff here and on AO3, nowhere else.

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You took a sip of your martini. Perfect. The one thing about these high end resto-bars was that they never went wrong with their martinis. Always the right balance of sweet and intoxication. If only you could always afford these places.

You didn’t mean to sound bitter, oh no no. Life has worked out better than expected. Your way of life got lonely sometimes, but survival of the fittest was the way of life, right?

In your experience, doing what you did, you realised that men were very literal creatures, always thinking linearly. Most of them lacked any depth to their thoughts, their way of life. The rich ones? They were as deep as an above ground pool. Throwing money every chance they got, flaunting their first row seats at the operas, trips to their villas in the French Riviera and what not. Their wives had no idea, always doting after their perfect husbands, with their Himalayan Birkins.

Imagine the surprise these men felt when you took what was most precious to them; no, not their families or children, but their money. A woman, no less. A woman who they had considered a damsel, in need of pearls and diamonds, and their strong strapping arms and care. And they didn’t dare report this. How could they? As far as their wives were concerned, you didn’t exist. You snorted. Good riddance, and all that.

That’s why you chose him.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

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Anonymous asked:

Chris Smut idea!!!

Giving him head while he’s on zoom with his friends and riding him 😏

He has the view of his laptop in his chest while laying on the couch BUT also has a view behind the laptop of the reader sucking him of/ riding him.

Chris has been teasing her for awhile now so she decides to take his cock while he’s supposed to be chatting with Henry about a project their doing together

omFG YOUR MIND. Also a kink of mine; exhibitionism, but not really!

Chris Evans x Fem! Reader; 18+, smut, oral (male rec, a bit rough), read at your own risk, nsfw

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Imagine tho:

You came home from work, all tired and wanting to let off some steam
You and Chris have been taking it slow, waiting for the right moment to finally get down
That doesn’t mean you don’t have other means iykwim 😏😌😉
He’s been relentless, teasing you at every chance he gets; be it long makeout sessions which leave you breathless, or standing behind you innocently while you’re chopping vegetables, with the full knowledge that you could feel him, leaving you all hot and bothered.
You had wanted to turn the tables on him but all in vain
Entering your room, you saw him deep in conversation with Henry and his director, about a new project they were gonna shoot in a month or so
Sitting with his thighs spread apart, you couldn’t help but drool at the sight. Dressed in his signature blue jeans and a navy blue Henley, he looked like a Greek God. You could see every part of him, making you clench your thighs together in want.
A naughty thought popped into your head. You made your way to the closet, pulling out the cock ring you’d bought for him, as a naughty Valentine’s Day gift. You hadn’t used it yet, but what better time than the present?😈
He was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice you kneel in front of him. He nearly jumped as he felt your hands caressing him, an impish smile plastered on your face. Frowning, he raised an eyebrow and silently shook his head, knowing fully well that you wouldn’t listen to him.
Pulling his zip down, you saw that he was already a little hard. Stroking him through his boxers, you heard him stifle a gasp as he widened his stance.
Smirking, you pulled down his boxers slowly, his cock springing free from its confines. He glanced at you, wired with anticipation, expecting you to put your mouth on him.
Instead, you pulled out the cock ring, rolling it down till it reached the base, sitting snugly. His eyes widening in shock, he realised what was about to happen, trying to swat away your intrepid hands.
switching it on, you felt the vibrations start, as Chris sharply inhaled, trying to keep still. Sensing that the vibrations were tame, you switched it to it’s highest setting, thankful that you’d gotten a toy which was noiseless.
Seeing him squirm, you decided to up the ante. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you took half of him in your mouth, your tongue still working him, the vibrations adding to the intensity.
Muffling a groan, Chris grabbed onto your hair, urging you to stop, his hips undulating ever so slightly with the rhythm of the toy. Letting go of him with a pop, you stop your oral ministrations, your hands still working him.
Grunting, he slowly thrust himself into your hands, not really paying attention to what was being said in the meeting. You could tell he was nearing his peak, his laboured breaths becoming faster with each passing moment. He suddenly sat up, apologizing to Henry and the director for having to cut the call as he felt quite ill. Cutting the call, he slammed the laptop shut as he grabbed your hair again.
Pushing himself into your mouth, he thrust upwards a few times before shouting out as he reached his peak, emptying himself into your mouth, holding you in place
Swallowing every last drop, you look up at him, licking your lips.
Seeing your lust-blown eyes, he grinned wickedly and said, “I think I should return the favour now, sweetheart.”

UGHH I AM SO GONE NOW

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Anonymous asked:

I hope you are still accepting requests, maybe a story where the reader thinks andy is cheating on her because he is coming late home lately and smelling different, but he is totally not cheating on, so he tries his best to prove her wrong and to prove herbhow much she loves her... if you know what i mean 😏 hahahahaha

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, a lil smut, 18+ (read at your own risk)

A/N: So start my requests! Kicking it off with my boo, Andrew Stephen Barber!! Thanks for this, anon! Pls forgive any mistakes. I post my stuff only on AO3 and here, nowhere else. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and you can join my taglist here. Much love!

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At the Edge of a Precipice

You sighed as you heard the front door slam. It was the eighth time this fortnight that Andy had come home late. You normally wouldn’t let that bother you, law was a demanding profession. But he’d gotten distant lately; always preoccupied, forgetting dinners with friends and kids’ recitals. Plus it had been almost a month since you’d had sex. It was hard to believe that this insatiable man had kept his hands off you for even a day, let alone almost 3-4 weeks. In the beginning he used to be so romantic, taking you on dates, candlelight dinners, ski trips and what not. But now, nothing.

It worried you, more than it should’ve. Because more than once, he came home dog-tired, going to bed almost immediately.

The next time, he hugged you, the unmistakable stench of cigarettes and a hint of roses hitting you immediately.

“Hey honey, did you go out somewhere today?” you had asked tersely.

“Hmm? Oh, no, was in the office, working on a case.” he had murmured absentmindedly, leaving a peck on your lips, none of the warmth encasing you as it usually did.

That was three days ago. Enough was enough. This had to end, NOW.