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#chaoticenergy

Warm

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 3.3k+ words

Summary: Chris can't stop shivering after playing Frozen Blackjack with Jimmy Fallon. You might have the perfect idea to help warm him up again.

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, ice play (kinda), also kinda subby!Chris, fingering, handjob, wake up call, 18+ only

A/N: To my icy cockwarming nonnie, I really hope you like what I did with your request

Chris should've known that playing this game was a bad idea.

You had told him time and time again in the days leading up to the taping of the show that he was going to regret playing a game where the loser has to pour ice-water down their pants. But although he listened as you voiced your concerns, he was determined to see the game through, being the competitive person that he is.

You just couldn't understand why he'd agreed to it in the first place. Ever since the two of you had started dating he had always been a person that was cold the second the weather dropped below a reasonable temperature. In the years you had known him he had used you like a human blanket more times than you could count, wrapping his arms around you and begging you not to move because you felt so warm and he was freezing. You couldn't imagine how cold he was going to be when the taping was over. And more importantly, you knew just how whiny he was going to be from the cold.

Chris hadn't thought that it would be a big deal. Sure the ice would be freezing at the time, but surely it was nothing that a warm bath and some cuddles couldn't fix. But as the sharp chill settled into his bones when he arrived in his dressing room after finishing the game, he knew it wouldn't go away quite so easily. Why the fuck did I agree to this? he thought to himself, silently cursing as he changed out of his damp clothes into some dry and warm ones.

The clothes were ones you had sent over to his assistant so that he had something warm to wear after the taping. It wasn't anything special, just some sweatpants and a thick sweater, but Chris was grateful for the warmth they provided as he did his best to walk out of the studio to the awaiting car with a straight face, trying not to focus on the fact that his dick felt so cold that it was practically numb and burning with icy pain all at the same time.

The ride to the hotel was torture, but it was worth it to know that he was going to see you when he arrived back at the hotel room the two of you were sharing while he was doing press. He had done what he thought was an impressive job at masking the amount of pain he was in - although his manager and assistant would tell him otherwise in the morning - but the second that he walked into the hotel room and saw you waiting for him on the bed, he let the facade drop as he let out a whimper of pain.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you immediately shoot up from your spot on the bed, walking over to him and pressing your palm to his cheek soothingly, watching as he leans into your embrace. His bottom lip trembles slightly as he shifts uncomfortably in his pants, the cold making it impossible to find a comfortable position to stand in.

"I feel like my dick is going to fall off." he whines dramatically, as you move your hand from his face to cover your mouth as you giggle at his statement, making him frown, "It's not funny!"

"I'm sorry baby, but you can't say stuff like that and expect me not to laugh." you're still giggling as you try to speak, trying not to laugh even harder at the sad puppy dog look in his eyes that plead you to help him. Taking a step closer to close the gap between the two of you, you press a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the way that his entire body is shaking from the cold, "Can I help you feel better, baby?"

"Need cuddles," he mumbles, walking both of you back towards the bed, only stopping when the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. He climbs onto the bed first, reaching for you with grabby hands that make your heart swell as you join him.

He sighed with relief when you crawled into his lap, sitting facing him with your thighs parted at his waist and your arms under his to keep him close. He was still cold, his ice-cold skin sending shivers through your body as you made contact with him. But you couldn't help but notice the particular relief it brought to him when your clothed cores met. When you shifted a little, his hips followed yours, subconsciously desperate to keep his freezing cock as close to you as possible, and an idea blossoms in your mind.

"I want to try something. I think it might help you." you say soothingly, your hand moving up to stroke his hair as you lean back to look at him, "Do you trust me?"

"Y-yes." he stutters, still shivering uncontrollably from the cold as he watches your hand travel lower until you reach his sweatpants.

Carefully, being sure not to put too much pressure on his freezing cock right away, you allow your fingertips to graze his clothed cock. His breath hitches at the contact, his hips chasing the warmth of your hand as he grinds upwards into your palm, but he knows that nothing can come from your actions.

"I don't think I can get hard," he says with a dejected sigh, light shivers running through his body when you reach up with your spare hand to cup his cheek, running your thumb over the soft skin to soothe him.

"I know, baby." you soothe him as you continue your ministrations on his cock, "But it feels nice, doesn't it?"

You momentarily remove your hand from his crotch, not even giving him the chance to whine at the loss of heat and contact when you replace your hand with your own core, grinding down against him as he whimpers loudly. He can't even possibly answer your question right now, too overwhelmed to form a coherent sentence.

"Words, baby," you whisper gently against his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, waiting for him to compose himself enough to respond.

"Feels so good." he moans out, hands reaching out to grip your hips to help you grind deliciously against his cock.

"Want me to make you feel good?" you practically purr into his ear, reveling in the low groan that escapes him at your words, "Get you feeling all nice and warm again?"

"Please." he begs, his skin shivering for different reasons when you playfully tease the waistband of his sweatpants, "Please warm me up."

You press a soft kiss to his lips as your fingers fully curl around the waistband of his pants, "Let's get these off, yeah?" you ask softly, waiting for him to lift his hips from the mattress before slowly peeling them down his legs. You can almost feel the cold that's radiating from his lower half, making a cold chill run through your own body. Noticing the way he shivers from now being exposed from the waist down, you slowly crawl up his body and place a kiss on his lips, "Lay down for me, okay?"

He nods, slowly maneuvering you both into a position where he's lying flat on the bed, head propped up on the soft pillows with you straddling his bare thighs. You're quick to rid him of his shirt before taking off your own clothes, throwing them somewhere in the room where you'll have to search for them later but as of right now you couldn't care less about where they'd gone.

"You still with me, baby?" you ask when you notice the way he's watching you with bated breath, waiting in anticipation for every little move you make. When he replies with a breathy "yes" you can't help but moan, your fingers trailing softly down his toned stomach and drawing ever closer to his neglected cock, "Okay, tell me if it's too much or you need to stop."

Chris jerks wildly when your hand finally meets his soft cock, the sensation of your warm skin against his cold appendage almost too much to handle.

"Shh, it's okay baby." you coo against the soft skin of his forehead, pressing a kiss there as you hold his shaft gently in your hand, "How does that feel?"

"Warm." he almost moans, sparks of pleasure flowing through him even though it's overpowered by the cold still. But when you start stroking him ever so slowly, he feels as though his soul might leave his body, heat radiating through him in soft ripples that leave his hips grinding upwards in search of more, "So warm."

You continue to stroke him for a moment, letting him get used to the warmth of your hand, although you were pretty sure all the heat had left your fingers just from the contact with his cold member. Once you were sure he had adjusted to the feel of your warm fingers against him, you reluctantly took your hand off his soft cock, quieting his whimper of despair with a soft kiss before moving your hand to your own core.

You could feel the slick that had pooled between your thighs without even being touched, moaning softly as you ran a finger through your folds. But your actions were quickly interrupted by Chris' hand around your wrist, pulling your fingers away from your core.

"Wanna touch you." he gasps, his words barely an audible whisper as his fingers find their home between your thighs.

You can't stop the soft moan that escapes you when he slides one finger into your warmth, pumping it a few times before carefully adding a second. Warmth spreads throughout your belly as he curls his fingers to brush against that spot that always leaves you gasping for him. He knows you're already more than ready for his cock, but seeing you fall apart so easily just for his fingers alone was a pleasure unlike anything he's ever experienced.

"Chris," you moan out, feeling the familiar tightening of your core as you rock your hips against his hand, your neglected clit throbbing desperately from the lack of attention, "Need you inside me, please."

You still whine at the loss of the fullness inside of you even when you had told him to stop. But the empty feeling doesn't last for long when you take his cock in your hands and rub the tip of him through your folds, covering him in your arousal before lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down on him.

The ice-cold sensation of his cock shoots through your body as you take him inside of you. You hadn't expected the cold to almost burn, and the feeling is so intense that you almost allow him to slip out of you to allow yourself a moment more to prepare for the feeling. But one look at the pleasure stricken look on Chris' face and you were more determined than ever to take him. Taking a deep breath, you sink down on the rest of his length, a small whimper escaping your lips from the chill that runs through your veins.

"Fuck, oh shit!" Chris curses, his eyes closing shut tightly from the overwhelming feeling of warmth enveloping his cock. It was a type of euphoria he couldn't possibly begin to describe, his body finally beginning to return to a reasonable temperature with the two of you connected. His was totally blissed out, only returning to the present when he felt your body shiver against his, "You okay baby girl?"

"Mmhmm." you replied, your eyes shut tight as you adjusted to the feeling that bordered on pain and pleasure, "Just a little cold."

It was a different feeling entirely to how he normally felt inside of you, the icy cold feeling of his cock so far removed from the feeling of his usually warm and thick cock, a new sensation that danced along the line of unpleasant but got warmer and less jarring with each passing moment. The freezing cold tip of his cock rests against your g-spot bringing you an odd sensation of pleasure that you had never quite imagined possible as the feelings started to tip more towards those of pleasure.

"You're doin' so good for me baby." Chris whispers praise against your ear, pressing soft kisses to any part of you can he reach with his lips, "If it's too much we can stop."

"No, I'm good, I promise." you reassure him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, "I like being this close to you."

Chris is quick to close the gap between the two of you again, connecting your lips in a sweet and loving kiss that leaves you chasing his lips when he pulls away to gasp for air.

"Can we stay like this tonight?" he asks shyly, the blush creeping up on his cheeks not going unnoticed by you as you reach up to caress his cheek with your fingers.

"Of course," you nod, a soft smile curling on your lips as press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "Whatever you need, baby."

"C'mere," Chris outstretches his arms, giving you plenty of space to cuddle into him, trying to ignore the jolt of pleasure you get when his cock shifts inside of you, the soft intake of breath from underneath you telling you that Chris felt it too, "I'm sorry if I get hard inside you during the night or in the morning."

"You say that like it would be a bad thing." you respond with a giggle to his adorable apology, watching as his eyes go wide with realization.

"You mean..."

"I mean you have my full permission to fuck me awake tomorrow morning," you swear you can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" his slight hesitance warms your heart

"I trust you, Chris," you reassure him, leaning down to kiss him one final time before resting your head on his chest.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." he pretty whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead and settling into his pillows, and you barely hear his final words before sleep claims the both of you, "You're gonna need it."

When Chris wakes the next morning he's relieved to feel actual warmth flowing through his veins, the icy remnants of the stupid game he had played long forgotten by the nerves in his body. He feels so warm, almost cocooned by the feeling and that's when he remembers what you had said last night.

His eyes slowly open at the memory, and his heart warms at the sight of you asleep on top of him. You look so peaceful, completely fast asleep with your body wrapped around him like a koala. It's almost enough for him to convince himself to let you sleep a little longer. But then your hips shift as you move in your sleep. It's not a big movement, but it's enough to create friction with his hardening cock inside of you, causing you to whimper in your sleep and Chris to lose all thought of letting you sleep any longer.

He can feel your wetness coating him, letting him know that you're more than ready for him to start moving. It was different, feeling himself hardening inside of you. It wasn't something that he had experienced before, but feeling it now, feeling the way he grew to fill you so perfectly and stretch you so deliciously, was an indescribable pleasure that he knew he would be begging for again and again.

Ever so slowly, he raises his hips to meet yours, thrusting in until he's fully buried in your heat before withdrawing, only to fill you again. The whimper you make in your sleep as he hits your sweet spot drives him insane, and he slowly starts to pick up pace until he's rocking his hips into you at a steady rhythm. The position he has you in is nice. It feels so intimate, the feeling of you on top of him as he slowly buries himself inside you over and over again. He loved the feeling of taking you softly and sweetly like this, holding you close as you began to stir from your sleep and whispering praises into your ear.

"Mmmm." you whimper, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as you awake fully, the pleasure he's giving you almost too much to handle in this newly awake state, "Chris." you moan out, clenching down on him as he holds you tight to him.

"Mornin' baby." he moans out his words as he continues the gentle rock of his hips into you, "How'd you sleep?"

"G-good, oh fuck!" you bury your head in the crook of his neck

"That feel good?" he asks with a smirk, not even needing your response to know the answer, the clench of your core around his cock with each thrust proof of just how good he's making you feel, "you were so good to me last night, sweetheart, keepin' me warm inside your little pussy. Wanna make you feel good now, want you to cum all over my cock."

"Fuck!" you gasp, his words and the repeated brush of the tip of his cock over your most sensitive spots sending you hurtling towards the edge faster with every passing second, "I'm gonna- oh god."

"That's it sweetheart, cum for me." he encourages, curling his hips in just the right way and holding you tight to him as you fall over the edge into nirvana.

His hands run their way up and down the bare skin of your back, mapping and memorizing every part of your body that he loves so much. Chris continues to fuck you through your orgasm, not slowing down in the slightest as he chases his own release. The whimpers coming from you from the overstimulation only push him closer to the edge, and you know just how to tip him over.

"Cum inside me, baby." you purr in his ear before gently nipping his earlobe, smirking as his hips immediately stutter and you feel him fill you with warmth. After how cold he had felt inside you the night before, the warm feeling of his cum coating your insides, dripping out around his cock and down your thighs, was a welcome feeling. It felt nice to be wrapped in his warmth, to have his warmth inside of you as you came down from your highs together.

"How're you feeling this morning baby?" you ask softly when you've finally regained your breath, your fingers coming up to stroke through his hair soothingly as the two of you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

"Warmer," he replies with a laugh, smiling up at you in a way that makes you feel like the only other person in the world, "I think that was the best I've ever slept."

"Mm, I liked it too." you admit, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and smiling into the kiss, "Having you inside me all night, feeling you so close. It was so comforting.""

"Maybe we can do it again sometime?" Chris' arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you tight into his embrace as you snuggle into him, his softened cock still resting deep inside of you.

"If it's going to end up like this every morning then we can do it every single night if you want." you kiss him again, enjoying the little corner of the world that had just been reserved for the two of you this morning.

A comfortable silence fills the room as the two of you lovingly caress the other. Chris' fingers dancing along your spine as you draw pictures with your fingertips on his chest and shoulders, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. So warm and cozy in the bed that you don't intend to leave for the rest of the day.

      100° ; bucky barnes

SUMMARY || when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

PAIRING || dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

WORD COUNT || 3,330 words

WARNINGS || significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3 also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the dividers! they’re the best, everyone go check them out!!

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lazy sunday morning sharing a blunt over blueberry pancakes, tummies full and happy and eyes glossy and slightly red from the smoke irritation but neither of you seem to really care as you have your head in bucky’s lap.

the carpet is soft, so inviting as your limbs are tangled with his—sloppy long kisses with bucky’s hands travelling all over your body and he’s just so hard already. he craves you more than anything.

words are hard for the both of you right now, heavy eye lids as you’re stripping out of the little clothes you had on in the first place.

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he fills you up, stretching you and leaving you completely breathless when bucky snaps and thrusts his hips up and pulls your hips down onto him.

“fuck, feel so good sweets.” he’s trying so hard to keep his eyes open but everything is so heightened and it just feels so. fucking. good.

his hands are on your ass and tits, grabbing at the supple flesh before he’s nipping at your neck and your chest while your ride him.

he’s always vocal—but in a more traditional sense, but right now, the sound of his deep and low moans are enough to send shudders rolling over your body.

“m’gonna come, sweets. gonna come.” is all he can mumble before you’re squeezing him, falling over the edge and on top of his chest before he fills you up.

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