#Chris evans x brown reader

[wlntrsldler]

thinking of you're on your own, kid and luke x reader.

warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, luke being a simp, hurt, betrayal.

i. summer went away, still, the yearning stays.

your first summer at camp half-blood was a whirlwind, as you assumed it was for anyone who finds out that they are a child of a god. you were one of the older ones, you've come to learn soon after arriving. at seventeen, you were years behind many of the children who inhabited the camp. still, you were treated like anyone new who entered.

you were greeted by the head counselor of the hermes cabin-- luke, he said his name was. it was an easy enough name to remember, but you knew him as the boy whose eyes looked honey-brown in the sunlight, whose lopsided smile made you feel a pit in your stomach, and whose voice made your head spin.

you'd gone to summer camp before. you knew what it was like to have a summer crush. in the third grade, you met a boy named evan kim in asheville. he always had his nose buried in a book. his glasses would slip down the bridge of his nose and he pushed them up with his index finger without skipping a beat. you found comfort that you could sit beside him under the shade of the tree beside the dining hall, not saying a word, just reading.

but the haze of summer subsided as the leaves on the trees changed colors, and by september, you could hardly remember what he looked like. and when he didn't return to camp the following year, you forgot all about him.

but camp half-blood was different, of course it was. and luke was different, of course he is. he stayed with you longer than he had to, but you didn't know that at the time. after all, you were new. you didn't know that all luke had to do was show you around on your first day.

he found you sweet. and really pretty. he loved how the tips of your ears turned a shade of pink when he said your name (he said it too often after he learned it, it just felt right rolling off his tongue). he loved how you smiled at him, looking up at him (he was thankful that he had a growth spurt the summer before he met you), and the crinkles beside your eyes were on full display. he loved how you giggled his name when he did the stupidest things (he did it to make you laugh; chris rolled his eyes, fondly, every time.)

the entire summer, he spent glued next to you. the campers knew that if he wasn't at training or doing his duties, he would be wherever you were. that often meant sitting at your feet while you read under the tree by the lake. too often, you'd rarely get any reading done because luke would ask you questions about yourself. he asked about your life outside of camp (what's your parent like? what kind of school do you go to? do you have a boyfriend? when you answered no to the last one, luke internally cheered.) sometimes he'd read over your shoulder, or ask you to read an excerpt to him, but he never brought his own book to read. he much preferred to watch you.

when you were claimed by your godly parent, luke feared that you'd stop hanging out with him as often (or really, stop letting him follow you around like a love-sick puppy.) because you'd prefer your own siblings' company. but he let out a breath of relief when he found you sitting under the tree the following day, reading your book.

you heard his footsteps, ones you've grown to love, and the sounds of the grass crunching under the soles of his shoes.

you grinned at him (with the smile you reserved for him), "took you long enough, castellan. thought you weren't gonna show."

he took his usual spot sitting diagonally at your feet and smiled, "there's no place else i'd rather be."

so yeah, you'd been to summer camp before. you'd had summer infatuations before, but not like this. not like luke.

when it was time for you to head back home after summer ended, you promised to return the next summer. you promised him that you'd write letters and he made a joke about how it was just like those romance books you read. he didn't miss the way your eyes widened in shock at the comparison. unable to speak, you kissed his cheek goodbye.

at that, luke made a promise to himself that next summer, he'd tell you how he felt.

ii. i waited ages to see you there.

luke waited for your return that summer. he'd grown bigger over the months since you last saw him. he was more muscular, more confident. the girls at camp were taking notice of it. sure, luke had always been a good-looking guy, but there was something about him now that made his charm undeniable. (he would never admit it, but the entire time you two were apart, luke was dedicated to making himself better for you. he wanted to impress you.)

annabeth rolled her eyes at the new-found attention her brother was getting and made it her mission to humble him every chance she got. luke made it clear to her that the attention would never get to his head. there was something unspoken there, but annabeth knew. the only attention luke wanted was from you.

she found it cute, a little gross, but cute nonetheless, so she waited with luke at the entrance of camp-half blood for you. when the sun set and there was still no trace of you, annabeth didn't comment on how luke's shoulders were slumped as they walked into camp together.

luke had faced a lot of disappointment in his life. from not being the perfect child his father expected him to be, to returning to camp as a failure after his quest, he'd gone through a lot of disappointment; far too much for a nineteen-year-old to bear, but this one was the worst of it all.

he skipped dinner to retire to the hermes cabin early. he pulled out a shoebox from under his bunk, the place where he stored all the letters you sent him over the months you'd been apart. he read through them, trying to figure out if you gave any indication of not returning to camp. but there was none.

at the end of every letter, you had written a countdown until you were back at camp. luke's excitement grew as the numbers on the bottom of the page dwindled to a week, the last time you sent him a letter. the last letter was about your eighteenth birthday. you had dinner with your friends from home and received new books to read for when you were at camp. (luke had a top three; he was really hoping you'd read them to him.) in the letter, you also managed to sneak him a polaroid of you before you blew out the candles on your cake. on the bottom of the photo, in your lovely handwriting, you wrote: "for luke."

he kept the picture in his wallet since he first got it.

as he was reading through the letters again (the paper was falling apart between his fingers. he had re-read your letters too much over the months because he missed you so much), annabeth came running into the hermes cabin. she was out of breath and luke could barely understand her. but when your name, "another kid," "grover," and "hurt" left her lips, luke ran out of the cabin to find you.

when he saw you lying on the bed, bloodied and bruised, luke's heart stopped. he ran to you, distressed, and held your hand, only hoping that you'd feel his presence. when you gave his hand a weak squeeze, luke smiled under the tears that spilled from his eyes.

as others tended to your wounds, luke sat there patiently, not once letting go of your hand. when you were finally cleaned up, luke let his sleepiness take over. he fell asleep on the uncomfortable, wooden chair beside your bed, making sure that he was touching you at all times. when his hand cramped from holding yours, he stretched out his fingers, letting his thumb rest on the pulse point of your wrist. he wanted to make sure you were really there.

waking up to a slouching luke castellan, face buried in the crook of his elbow as he snored softly, was arguably the best way to wake up on your first day of camp. softly, you moved your hand from under him and ran your fingers through his messy curls. he stirred under your touch and woke.

"thought you weren't showing up," his voice was deep. he cleared his throat to get rid of the drowsiness. "waited for you at the door."

"as you can see, i was a little caught up," you tried to joke, but failed when you winced. "ow."

"are you okay?" luke was fully awake now. his brows threaded in concern, his hand finding yours again. "do you need anything?"

"'m okay," you whispered, "or i will be, after i heal."

"you'll tell me if you're not okay, right?"

"of course, luke." you said, smiling. "don't you have better things to do than watching me heal?"

"no, nothing important," he replied. you knew he was lying. "being here with you is where i need to be."

iii. something different bloomed.

"can you read to me?"

it was one of those hot, sticky days at camp, but luke refused to get up from where he was laying on your stomach. sweat dripped down from his forehead, but he made no effort to wipe it away. he was too comfortable.

"sure, luke," you couldn't say no to him. you read a passage from the book you were reading (the book was from his top three) as luke listened to you. he hummed when you read a particularly well-written line. he made no mention of when you paused to highlight something. he waited patiently when you struggled with a few lines. you read to him until your voice was hoarse.

"you're a great reader," he said after you were done. "i always had trouble reading. the words get jumbled in my head."

"i wasn't always good at it," you confessed, closing the book and placing it next to you. you looked down at luke only to find him already looking at you. in the sun, his freckles were more prominent. they littered across his face. "when i was younger, i really struggled with it and it frustrated me a lot. but because i can't live with not being good at something, i tried really hard to get better. 'm still not the best at it. there are still moments when the words don't make sense in my head, but i learned to take my time when that happens. if i mess up, then i try again."

luke had a feeling that that last part didn't just apply to reading. he admired that about you. in the short time that he'd known you, he saw how determined you were. last summer, when he taught you how to sword fight, you stumbled a few times but never fell down. he must've spent hours on end with you because you wanted to learn. when he saw you in the infirmary on the first night after the attack on percy, he was thankful that he did that (even if his joints ached for days after.)

"have you heard from percy?" your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "are they okay?"

luke swallowed, "yeah, i talked to him and annabeth."

"are they okay?"

"they're okay," luke felt his voice betraying him so he let out an awkward laugh, "they're like an old married couple now. they're always bickering."

he was thankful that you laughed along with him. it was good that you didn't suspect a thing. he wasn't ready to tell you, not yet. he got up from where he was lying and sat up to face you. you smiled at him, reaching over to wipe the sweat off his brow.

"i gotta tell you something," you mumbled, eyes now looking everywhere but him. "promise you won't get mad."

"could never be mad at you," he said. his voice was sincere then. he meant it. "what's on your mind, darling?"

"i think i love you."

luke's face dropped, which you took as a rejection. with tears in your eyes, you began to fumble your words. you quickly got up, picking up the book next to you, and said some ridiculous excuse about why you had to go. you were about five feet away from him when luke realized what just happened.

he sprung up from his spot and chased after you, calling out your name with each step. he stopped in front of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, "where are you going?"

"luke, i don't really think it's fair that you're asking me that when you just rejected me."

"when did i reject you?" he asked. he racked his brain trying to figure out if his voice had betrayed him.

"i saw your face, luke," you sighed. "it's fine. i should've known. you're still just being nice to me because you have to be. i just got into my head thinking that you might like me, too, but it's okay if you don't. really, it is! i just need some time to wallow and-"

"oh no," he shook his head, "i was only upset because i was supposed to do it first."

"huh?"

"i was gonna tell you how i felt this summer, but since the attack, i didn't know when the right time was." luke wanted to kiss the cute look of confusion off of your face. he laughed, "i think i love you, too. was just upset i didn't get to say it first."

"oh."

luke really wanted to kiss you then.

"you love me?"

"mhm," he grinned, stepping closer to you. he moved his grasp from your shoulders to your waist. he pulled you in, letting his lips ghost over yours. "i think i do."

you placed your lips on his.

iv. you're on your own, kid.

"luke, what are you saying?"

"he has a plan," he explained, eyes wide and begging. it was only a matter of time before annabeth alerted everyone about percy. about him. "he has a plan for us."

"luke, you're scaring me," you said, backing up from him until you felt your back hit a wall. your hand found the cool metal of the blade he got you. your fingers wrapped around it, making you flinch.

this wasn't right.

you let go of your blade, letting your hands fall to your sides.

"no, no, darling, don't be scared," he said, "please, just listen to me. there's no time."

luke saw tears in your eyes and he cursed himself for making you feel this way. he tried to comfort you with his smile, but for the first time, it didn't work. you just stared at him; the same look of terror etched across your features.

he frowned, pleading, "please, just come with me."

there was a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. luke thought, for a moment, that you would take his outstretched hand, that you would follow him and disappear into the night with him, that you would fight with him.

"no, i'm sorry, luke," you shook your head, "i can't. i won't."

his ears were ringing. he dropped his hand at the same time all of the commotion outside began. he looked at you, then at the door, panicked. his time was up.

he was on his own.

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[ramp-it-up]

Good Fit

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Reader is a bit of a player. Thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) degradation kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Daddy kink, Sir kink, Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, implied masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, competition. Innuendo around a threesome. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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This wasn’t revenge.

This was self indulgence.

Revenge was about the other person. This was all about you. What Chris had done just helped you to see that everyone was selfish. And that you should be too.

This realization led to your current situation:

Skating in your own slick on Henry’s thick, hairy thigh, your workout clothes on the floor of Henry’s home gym.

He’d invited you for a cozy weekend at his home after working on film together in London led to hot sex. Good food, sensational fucking and a proper work out. You could get used to this.

Riding Henry’s thigh was the result of watching him continually squatting to deadlift double your body weight, the muscles in his thighs rippling and straining against his golden tanned skin obscenely. You’d started sweating on the treadmill, and not because your incline was set to 20.

Henry happened to look over at you lusting for him, and soon you were riding his thigh on the weight bench, chasing your high like a woman possessed but deliciously controlled.

“Thaaat’s right Love. Just like that. Careful now.”

Henry’s beautiful smile and dimples had you transfixed as you modulated your movements, biting your lip to staunch the power of your impending explosion.

Your knee was near his heavy balls, which were drawing up under his thick, fat, weighty cock. Henry was grasping the base of his thick staff, squeezing and sliding his large fist in time with your undulations. 

The scent and energy of sex was heavy in the air.

“C-can I cum, Sir? Please?”

Henry frowned a bit, the brown taking over his beautiful eyes. Your plaintive whine caused him to study your face, the tears in your eyes and those luscious lips trembling as you begged for release. You were asking him for permission, but you had him under your spell.

“Not. Quite. Yet. Dove.” 

He grunted out the response, the feeling of your quivering core on his thigh causing him to leak all over his hand. You looked down at it and licked your lips, arching your back. 

“You are quite the vision like this.” 

Henry grasped your throat and squeezed a little, then slid his hand down the column of your neck to your chest and grasped your nipple and pinched. The delicious pain was almost too much and you squeezed your eyes shut to try and control the sensory inputs which were bombarding you.

“O- o- ohhhhhhh….” 

You gasped for air as you stopped moving to try and stop the inevitable.

Henry felt your clit quiver, the small piece of flesh hard and plucky on his thigh. He flexed and looked at you with a saucy smirk. You were on the verge of tears, the sinews of his muscle obliterating the last of your control.

“What’s wrong Dove? Can’t hold it?”

Henry’s lust filled eyes dragged down to where you were soaking his thigh, your juices dripping off him to the floor. He licked his lips, eager to taste.

“Sir! Please!”

“So desperate,” Henry gruffly whispered as he softly caressed you with his thumbs and admired your face flushed with desire.

“So pretty too.”

He leaned down near your nipple, his hot breath causing your vision to speckle white.

“Cum for me Dove.” 

His lips enclosed around your hard aching bud and you exploded on his thigh, body shaking as Henry continually flexed and relaxed his leg. He held on to your waist as your movements became wilder, and moved you up and down the column of his leg by force to prolong your orgasm.

Your screams echoed off the walls of his gym, and your throat was raw as you finished flying in his arms. You collapsed, still on this thigh, head on his broad sweaty shoulder.

“Holy fuck, Hen. That was…”

His deep chuckled bloomed warmth in your stomach as his hands encircled your waist again.

“Oh I’m not done with you just yet…”

He stood you up, your legs as shaky as a newborn fawn, and moved his thigh.

“I wanna clean you up, Sir.” 

You were staring at his slick thigh and cock and Henry moaned, his cock jumping against his stomach. 

“I was planning on stretching out your tight little cunt, but I’ll always give you anything you ask for, Dove.”

Henry leaned back and stretched his massive thighs as you knelt down between his legs, admiring his heavy balls and thick, wide dick, head fully projected from around the skin of his uncut shaft.

You leaned down and licked your juices from his thigh, starting near his knee, and fully sticking the width of your tongue out to catch your liquid in your mouth. Henry looked at you with hooded eyes as your tiny hand tried to grasp his cock and jack him, swiping your thumb across his massive head as you teased him with your lips and tongue.

Soon, his hands were in your hair as he pulled you near his cock, anticipation too much for him to bear. He gathered your thick tresses in his hand as you split your lip trying to swallow him, watching your eyes roll back in your head and close as you gagged and spit around him.

“Thaattssss it little Dove. Swallow like a good girl.”

“Mmmhmmmmph. Ummmhmmmm,”  was all you could say.

Right when Henry’s head was thrown back and his balls were as hard and compact as they could be before he spurted down your throat, your phone buzzed.

You did not care, but it was right beside Henry on the weight bench and his brow furrowed at the intrusion on his release.

You cursed yourself for not putting it on silent, but you tried to take Henry deeper to distract him. 

Henry’s eyes were on you, a little menacing as he reached for your phone, brought it forward to look at it. He glanced at it then frowned. He looked up at you.

“Who is ‘Thot?’”

Your eyes widened. Henry did not let you up to answer. In fact he pressed your head down further on his cock. You tried to remain calm and concentrate on breathing, but it was a chore.

‘Thot’ was the moniker that you’d renamed Chris’s contact. Why the fuck was he calling you now? Finally, Henry pulled you off his cock as the phone stopped buzzing.

“Um… a friend.” 

Henry stared you down.

“Sir.”

You tried to stare back at him innocently. It didn’t work, however. Henry knew about you and Chris and suspected that’s who it was. But you were gorgeous with your face ruined for him. He decided to let it pass.

For now.

“Oh.”

Henry’s eyes gleamed.

“Ok.”

He placed the phone on his other thigh and pressed your head down on his cock again. You breathed a sigh of relief as you got on with it.

Just as you managed to get Henry to the precipice, your phone buzzed again.

“Bloody Hell!”

Henry swore and grabbed the phone.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Henry growled.

Your eyes got wide as you saw it was Chris again, this time on facetime. For some reason, your cunt throbbed as Henry looked at it, raised his eyebrow, and answered.

Henry grinned as Chris came into view. The competition between these two was ever present.

“What the fuck!”

You heard Chris swear as Henry’s face popped up on his screen. His hand still gripped your hair, making you bob now, making you glug on his cock. Surely Chris heard it. How could he not?

“So you’re the Thot!” 

Henry chuckled as the obscene noises you were making continued. He was hard as a rock. Clearly, he was enjoying this.

“Why are you answering Y/N’s phone? Where is she?”

Henry looked down at you and you looked up at him, your pussy dripping on the floor beneath you. This debasement was so arousing. These two men. You couldn’t describe this feeling.

“She’s a little…busy. Mouth full. Can I take a message?”

Chris was blown away. He couldn’t be hearing what he thought he was hearing.

“Let me speak to her, Cavill.”

“As you wish, mate. Remember, you asked for it.”

Henry pressed the button to switch the camera, and Chris got a prime view of you gargling Henry’s cock.

The look on his face was inscrutable as you stared up at him, mouth full of Henry. The thrill of him watching made you touch yourself.

Chris didn't know what to think . He was instantly angry, but then you looked so gorgeous, lips stretched, tears and drool streaming down your face. He could tell your nipples were rock hard, and when he saw that your hand was circling your clit, his pants started to get tight.

Chris smirked at you.

“What are you doing, y/n? Are you doing something you shouldn’t?”

Henry pulled you off of him, and this time you made sure that it was with a pop. For some reason, you wanted to make a show for Chris.

“Answer the man, Dove. What in the world are you doing?” 

Henry still held your hair in your hand, and turned your face for a better view.

“I’m sucking Sir off. You said that we weren’t exclusive, and that we could get with whomever we wanted to. I want Henry.”

“That’s right, my filthy little minx. C’mere.”

Henry pulled you up for a kiss, and all Chris could see was the phone in Henry’s hand near your thigh. He could see your arousal up close now. 

“Let Chris see how good I make you feel, Dove, let him see what he’s missing out on.” 

Henry shoved the phone in your hands as he spread your thighs around his and pointed his cock at your cunt. You held your phone up for a high selfie as Chris speechlessly watched you slowly slide down and around Henry’s thick shaft.

You could see Chris shifting, and you could guess what he was doing. You were surprised, but not much. Chris Evans was a freak.

“Oh Baby doll. I knew you were a cock slut, but I thought only for Daddy’s dick.”

Chris groaned, in pain or… something else.

Henry laughed as your mouth went slack at his girth. You started bouncing and taking Chris for the ride.

“You broke me Daddy. You gave it to someone else, so I thought I could do the same. What did you think would happen?”

“I’d say you didn’t fuck her thoroughly enough, Evans. Or else she wouldn’t have come to me so readily. Or cum for me so easily.”

You caught Henry’s thumb on your clit and your face in ecstasy on camera and Chris couldn’t stand it.

“Well, I must admit, you look absolutely gorgeous taking that dick…but I bet it isn’t as good as mine.”

“Nice try, Evans. How could you leave this tight little piece up for grabs? Fool.”

Henry chuckled again and stood up, easily taking you over to the yoga mats and laying you down. Your hair was everywhere, an angelic halo as Henry and now Chris, did devilish things to you.

It was obvious what Chris was doing now as he watched your face while Henry pounded you out.

“O-o-hhhhhh… fuck… Daddy… oh Dadddyyyy.. Henry is not as… not as.. Long as you are…”

Henry pounded you harder.

“But it’s…..sssssss fuck! It’s thicker…FUCK! And It feeels so gooddddd.”

Chris was dripping in his own hand now. And you looked up, afraid, only to see Henry beaming down at you.

“I see…. I see it feels good Baby. Take it like a good girl for Daddy. You can do it.”

Chris talking you through taking Henry’s dick. Was just what you needed to cum again.

When you came down, Chris had a question.

“So which would you rather have?”

Chris panned down to remind you of what he was working with.

The fact that he was getting off almost sent you over the edge again . You dropped your phone, but Henry picked it up to capture your rapture. When your eyes opened again, the phone was in your face.

“Answer the man, Dove. Which. Would. You. Rather. Have?”

Penis punctuation got you over the edge. And the audience didn’t hurt. You put your finger in your mouth as Henry made sure to get your bouncing tits in view.

“Can you handle what I’m doing to your Baby Doll, Evans? Don’t be upset if I fuck her better….” 

Henry was talking himself to the edge. It was Chris’s turn to chuckle.

“I see her tight little pussy has got you too. Seems like shes the one fucking you. Let her answer the question, Hen.” 

Chris' mocking tone made Henry go that much harder and put his hand around your throat. 

“Shit, you’re squeezing the life outta me Dove…”

Henry peered down at you.

“You like this, don’t you?”

His hand got tighter around your windpipe, then released.

“Answer the man. Which?”

“S-Sir…”

You looked into Henry’s eyes and back at Chris on the screen.

“Daddy…”

Chris scowled at you.

“I-I - I… I can’t choose. I want both. … Need both!”

Henry’s hips stuttered at those words and Chris moaned audibly. 

“What does that mean, Dove? You want to trade off when you’re in Europe or in the states? Or do you want both of us….”

Henry had to catch his breath.

“At once?”

“Oh fuck yessss!” 

“Which would you rather have in your ass?”

“Him. Or me? Or maybe both?”

The barrage of filth from both of them caused you to arch your back and cum again, as Henry pulled out and spurted his hot spend all over your face, neck, and breasts. You could hear that Chris was cuming too, 4500 miles away.

Henry kept your phone on you as you played in his cum for the camera. You felt extremely satisfied. And extremely powerful.

You wanted more.

“Holy shit, Baby doll!”

Henry handed you the phone as he went to get a warm wet towel to clean up with.

“You did so well, Baby. Such a good girl. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

You smiled at Chris.

“Not in a bad way, Daddy.”

“Fuck!”

Chris was more excited than he had been in months.

“I can be in London next week. Do you want that?”

You frowned a little.

“I don’t know if Sir would want that….”

Chris laughed. 

“Trust me. I wouldn't have seen what I just saw if Cavill wasn’t cool with it. What do you want?”

You bit your lip as Henry approached you, grinning.

“I want you to come.”

“Say less. See you soon, Baby doll.”

You hung up as Henry smiled at you and your stomach did a flip.

It seemed like the pieces of your life were fitting together nicely.

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[companionjones]

The Beginning of Us (1/5)

Pairing: 36!Joel Miller x 23!Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us (could be applied to the video game or TV show)

Summary: You get new neighbours. One of them, a man very much your senior, might just be the most perfect man you have ever met. Where will this take you?

Warnings: Age gap, cursing, eventual smut

Author’s Note: Hi. Have you heard of @dbnightingale24​? If you haven’t, I highly recommend checking out her page, especially if you’re into Chris Evans and the characters that he plays. She is an amazing individual, inside and out. I would not be posting this story without her much-needed help and support. She even came up with the title! Thank you so much. Happy reading!

(1/2/3/4/5)

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What got your attention was a loud and gruff “Shit!” and the sound of a box tumbling down the staircase in your apartment building.

You got off your couch and went to your door to see what was the matter. Opening it, you saw a girl disappearing into the apartment across the hall from yours, and another girl, slightly older than the one before, following her into the same space.

“Howdy stranger! We’re your new neighbours!” The girl still within your sight let you know. She then followed in the other girl’s footsteps in disappearing behind the door in front of you.

There was a man at the end of the hall, you noticed. He had his eyes peering down the staircase, but then he turned his vision toward you. “Hello,” he greeted and started to approach you with the two boxes he was carrying, “My name’s Tommy. Sorry if we were disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” you assured. “Are you and your daughters moving in?”

Tommy smiled as he shook his head. “Oh, no. I couldn’t handle those two 24/7. Those are my brother’s girls, Sarah and Ellie. Joel?” He called down the stairs.

Leaning into the hallway, you spotted a man one flight down, putting books into a cardboard box. Seeing that Tommy already had his hands full, you went down to help the aforementioned ‘Joel.’

Apparently, he didn’t notice you until you were knelt on the floor with him, helping him gather the books. You looked up the same time as he did, and the two of you locked eyes for the first time.

Joel had the deepest brown eyes you had ever seen in your life.

You gave him a shy smile, which Joel returned quickly, and you asked, “You didn’t go down with these books, did you?”

He must’ve said no, but you didn’t hear him because you were taking notice of the books. They were all war related, more specifically World War II. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the material.

“What?” he wondered with a smirk.

You shook your head. “Nothing. It’s just very on brand for a father like you to have books like these, no offence.”

Joel smiled, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I told you; nothing,” you teased.

“Right…” he chuckled, and the two of you finished gathering the books.

Moving everything in took the rest of the day, and it was night by the time everything was out of the U-Haul and into the Millers’ apartment.

“Finally!” Ellie celebrated, “Let’s have more pizza!”

Tommy groaned, “Seriously? You already had it for breakfast today.”

“Come on, I’m hungry too!” Sarah complained, and the next thing you knew, Joel was ordering over the phone.

Tommy (reluctantly) offered to pick it up, and you said you’d stay back with Joel to start on the organisation of things.

“You really don’t have to stay,” Joel told you while Tommy and the girls were on their way out.

“Really, no offence Joel, but this place is a hazardous zone. I’m going to stay until there is at least a feasible way to get from room to room.” You were glancing around the space until you looked back at Joel. He was looking at you with a soft gaze that honestly made your heart flutter.

Joel softly let you know, “Help like yours…it’s extremely hard to come by these days.”

“You get it from Tommy, right?” you wondered.

He shrugged, “I do…Really, I do, but it’s not the same. He’s my younger brother, y’know? Half the time, it feels like I’m helping him way more than he’s helping me.”

“That makes sense,” you nodded, then took a chance and pressed on, “...Is it alright if I ask what happened to the girls’ mother?”

Joel nodded, “It’s alright. It all happened some time ago…Sarah’s mother left…five years ago now…? And Ellie’s mother, well…she died in childbirth.”

“Oh my god…Joel, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.”

“It’s alright. It happened a long time ago.” Surprisingly, Joel chuckled. He was looking right at you.

You grew self-conscious. “What?”

“You didn’t say, ‘I’m sorry,’” he pointed out.

“Oh. Oh my god. I’m sor–” you tried correcting.

Joel cut you off, however. “No, it’s fine. I promise. It’s just…whenever I tell someone about the girls’ mothers, they take pity on me and say sorry. It got a little annoying after a while.”

“I would think so,” you relayed softly.

Not wanting an awkward silence after that conversation, you turned on your phone. “...Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t keep doing this work without any music. There we go.” You turned on your playlist and put your phone down on the entertainment centre.

Joel seemed surprised. “80s? Seriously?”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Miller?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel old.”

You chuckled. “Okay, Joel it is.”

Tommy and the girls came back with the pizza sooner than you expected. Sarah and Ellie were whispering and giggling about something that you could tell Tommy had been over with for a while. The girls shared another look when you sat next to Joel on the couch, and Tommy just rolled his eyes at them. You tried not to think about what that could mean.

The five of you watched a movie as you ate dinner, and Tommy was quick to leave after it was over. It almost felt too quick.

The girls didn’t waste time either.

“I’m exhausted!” Sarah yawned.

Ellie joined in, “Me too. I think we’re gonna head to bed, Dad. That alright with you?”

Joel was just as taken aback as you were. “Yeah. I guess so—”

“Okay. Goodnight!”

“Thanks for coming over, Y/n!”

Sarah and Ellie almost ran to their newly-set-up rooms.

“What was that all about?” you wondered out loud to Joel.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. But it’s not all the time that Tommy is let in on their antics.”

You chuckled, “Well, anyway, I think that’s my cue to go home. Lord knows it’s late enough.”

Joel followed you out into the hallway. “I really do appreciate your help, Y/n.”

You did your best to copy him. “It really was no problem Mist--Joel,” you corrected yourself.

Joel had been leaning against his door frame, but he took a step forward, which all but closed the space between the two of you.

The movement caused you to silently gasp, and you were so shocked that you barely got a hold of yourself in time for when Joel started leaning down--

“Joel, I’m 20,” you got out just before his lips would’ve touched yours.

Of course, Joel backed up. “Oh. Oh my god. Y/n, I am so sorry for putting you in that position–”

“You didn’t put me in any position. I should’ve told you earlier–”

“When? I didn’t ask. Shit, I didn’t ask. I just assumed ‘cause you’re living alone–”

“I know. I know. You didn’t do anything wrong, Joel. Okay?” You reached out and put a hand on his arm. Then, you realised what you were doing, and took your hand away. “I-I’m going to bed now. Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight.”

The last thing you saw were his shame-filled eyes as you closed your door.

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Mischievous Monkey

pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader

summary: After a routine family nap, a certain little Evans gets up to harmless no good deeds

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The mid winter afternoon sun spilled into warm living room, casting a soft orange glow over the snoring family. Chris Evans and his family were definitely one to take family naps on the daily, consisting of both his toddler Ellie and wife Y/n.

With an air mattress on the living room floor packed with blankets and pillows, and of course stuffies Ellie refused to sleep without, Elmer the giraffe. Chris lay on his back with one arm folded behind his head, another arm tucking his dear wife into his side and baby Ellie had taken it upon herself to sleep on top of her daddy’s chest.

“mmm” Ellie whimpered nuzzling her head further into her dad’s bare chest, her tiny hands clutching onto one of her mother’s fingers while the other had stuck a thumb into her own mouth for comfort. Dressed in her favourite bambi t-shirt dress, the three year old began to stir from her nap. Letting go of her momma’s finger and thumb, she lifted her head up cutely looking lost, almost forgetting where she was.

Using her diapered bottom as a cushion, the three year old slid off her daddy’s chest, landing with a bounce onto the air mattress. Ellie's specks of brown hair stood up in all directions, her face still puffy from her sweet nap.

“hmph” Looking around she felt bored but didn’t want to venture too far from her parents' side, not when there were boogie monsters hiding somewhere in the house. Her wide eyes looked around the room hopelessly, until a shiny thing by her daddy’s head caught her eye, his phone.

Stumbling to her feet, she tottered over and grabbed the phone with her hands, quiet squeals leaving her when the screen lit up. The three year old checked up on her parents, to see them now snuggling further into each other, oblivious to the antics their baby was getting up to while they snoozed. In fact Y/n now had one leg wrapped around Chris' waist with one arm around his torso, with both Chris' arms wrapping around his wife.

Little Ellie now felt left out and decided to do what she did best, cuddle. Trying to crawl into her parent’s arms seemed impossible, huffing out of her pouty lips she just sat staring at them both. Until the shiny thing once again caught her eye, her interest went further when she recognised the numbers from 1-9 on the screen, something her mom had spent time trying to teach her before kindergarten.

Pressing a wide spread of different numbers that peaked her interest, she got into what looked like a screen with multiple icons and squares, her dad’s homescreen.

“Oo birdie” She whispered seeing a blue icon with a white bird, reminding her of the times she had seen tweetie bird while watching Baby Looney Tunes with her parents during bottle time. She furrowed her brows when a complicated looking thing came up, all types of words and symbols all over the place. ‘messy’ she thought

Seeing the only thing she recognised was a ‘+’ button she decided to press it, with the alphabet coming up underneath giving her free reign to type whatever her heart felt content with. Starting with her ABCs typed out, she smiled proudly to herself before seeing the suggested words pop up above the keyboard.

Ellie clicked rapidly watching an abundance of words pop up onto the screen instantly bringing her tons of joy.

She only felt it was right to press the tick in the corner, thinking it meant she was correct, not realising she had posted it to Chris' 16 million twitter followers. Dropping the phone when she felt her father’s arm wrap around her waist,

“What are you doin up monkey?”

(Chris' P.O.V)

My eyes flickered open, my wife’s head tucked into my neck, with both my arms around her. Placing a soft kiss onto her forehead I turned my head to see my little princess facing away from me,

“What are you doin up monkey?”

“Nofin dada” Ellie replied cutely, my arms bringing her to sit atop my chest, her cute toothy smile making my heart swell with happiness.

To my side I felt Y/n pepper soft kisses onto my neck, signalling that she too was starting to wake up slowly. Sporting that same dazed look as Ellie, my wife lifted up her head and looked around before settling her head on my chest with a soft smile on her face.

“Hey baby” Y/n croaked out, bringing up a hand to cup Ellie's face as she nuzzled into it.

“C'mere love” Y/n cooed shifting over to create a small space between us, Ellie's face lightening up as she hurried to shuffle into the crevice. Her head laying on my torso, with half her body leaning on mine, Y/n’s arms kept around her waist affectionately.

Y/n who now had her head on my shoulder looked up at me, leaning forward to press a soft sweet kiss onto my lips, one which I greatly reciprocated,

“Wha bout me mama” Ellie pouted, making Y/n and I laugh, the both of us looking at each other before smothering Ellie in kisses on her face.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Sharing kisses and cuddles with my family mid winter was always a treat, something i’m glad we included in our daily routine. I hugged Ellie tighter to my chest, basking in her soft baby powder scent, Chris’ arms enveloping us as he acted as our personal heater.

His arm rubbed up and down my back lovingly, his hands venturing up his shirt I was wearing, his other hand folded once again behind his back.

“Dads Ponies” Ellie pouted after a while, Chris smiling when he knew exactly what his daughter wanted.

“Okay monkey, let dada just get his phone alright?” Chris sighed sitting up a bit to reach his phone, only to find it vibrating every single second, hell faster if even.

“What on Earth?” He whispered unlocking his phone showing it to me, Ellie had now quietened down instead looking up at the screen with us. Chris’ twitter had hundreds of thousands of notifications over some tweet he apparently just posted, when we were asleep?

“Ellie? Were you on dada's phone” I asked sweetly

“Was only playing alphabet” She smiled turning around to hug into my body,

“I mean she definitely practiced, that’s for sure” Chris laughed showing me the supposed tweet,

“Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzaisjwjis fuck susnduwui baby usnwusjw groceries whensuje love”

“Look mama, alfbet” Ellie shouted excitedly pointing to her work on Chris' phone, Chris' face lighting up and congratulating his little princess for being so smart.

Chris then took it upon himself to take a selfie of us all cuddling on this huge mattress with hundreds of blankets, explaining the funny situation to his fans.

“Alright Ellie, time to get changed” I said slowly sitting up,

“No mama wan' hug” Ellie pouted crossing her arms, which was really her just grabbing her opposite elbows, her eyes already threatening to water with tears.

“After tubby time baby, we can play with toys yeah?”

“Toy?” She quirked with an eyebrow up, already climbing to her feet on the wobbly air bed, Chris’ hands ghosting around her in case she fell

“Tubbies mama, now”

“Alright miss bossy pants m'comin” I laughed chasing after her small body running after the stairs, feeling a large hand spank my ass as I got off the mattress. Gasping to see Chris whistling and acting as if he had just done nothing, causing me to shake my head and run after our little girl.

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Falling pants | Evanstan

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Husband!Sebastian Stan x Actress!Wife!Reader x Husband!Chris Evans

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Its the photoshooting for Captain America: The Winter Soldier and next to the photoshooting you have some funny stories to tell about Sebastian. But you're not the only one with funny stories about some of the actors.

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“Chris, honey? Have you seen my tie?” Sebastian asks, slightly panicking when his tie isn’t there.

Chris chuckles about his messy husband, holding up the fabric Sebastian is looking for and walking closer to the other man.

“You mean this tie? It was with mine,” the blond man hands his husband the tie.

Black tie, white shirt, and dark pants — both men look really similar. Their outfits match yours.

“I’m nervous,” Seb confesses, running his fingers through his short, brown hair.

Chris is trying to get Sebastian’s tie in place while he stands just a few inches away from his husband.

“I know. So am I.”

The reason why they are both nervous is because this is the first event — even though it’s just a photo shoot — that they are attending as a married trouple. When it came out that the three of you were dating, it was chaos. Between people who never minded and supporters, there were also a lot of people hating you. You were the one who got most of the hate; most messages told you that you’re dating them only for their money because you can push one away when the other is too boring, and they called you a slut for loving two men. Telling you that the relationship and feelings between the three of you are only fake. Seb and Chris spent many days holding you in their warm embrace, comforting you, and trying all those tears caused by a few idiots who made you think that you’re destroying the relationship between Sebastian and Chris. Both of them made sure that they loved you just as much as they loved each other and that those comments wouldn’t change anything about it. And they showed you once again when they took you out for dinner to ask you if you wanted to marry them. You said yes, of course. The wedding was small, like the three of you wanted it to be, but it was perfect. Anthony Mackie, your best friend, walked you down the aisle, and your husbands had the biggest smile spread across their faces. But now it’s the first time you’re showing up as a married trouple for the photoshooting and interviews for the new movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

“But it’s going to be oke, Seb. You’ve got me and our girl,” Chris says, his soft voice giving Sebastian the comfort he needs to calm his nerves.

He then leans closer and captures the blond-haired man’s lips with his. A short but meaningful and loving kiss they share before they hear your footsteps. Both men turn their heads toward the door when you enter the room. You smile softly, and the men’s eyes roam over your body. Seb is the first one who gasps and stands in front of you with a dropped jaw. Chris chuckles at his husband, closing Seb’s mouth, before he starts drooling.

“Do I look oke?”

“Oke?” They answer in unison, and you blush softly.

“Baby, you don’t know how beautiful you are, do you? Making both of us hard when we just look at you,” Seb says, walking closer to you.

He is capturing your cheeks, then he licks his lips and presses his plump, soft ones into yours. The kiss takes away your breath for a moment. That man can kiss like he has never done anything else before. Chris can do it too; they both can take your breath away and make your knees go weak with just some soft touches and their beautiful, warm lips all over your body.

“Let’s go, or we are late. Ans we don’t wanna stop the people from seeing our pretty doll, huh,” Seb says, kissing you again, before he reaches out and waits for Chris to place his hand in the other man’s big hand.

Even though you’re working as an actress and a lot of people know you, some still don't. Most haters think that you’re just with the two men because of their money. But when you enter the room where Anthony and the other cast members are already, all the thoughts are out of your mind, and the smile is big across your lips.

“There she is. I really need to ask your husbands to burrow you for a night,” Anthony says, hugging you tightly.

“They already argue every night about who is the biggest spoon and who is the smallest spoon, so I don’t think they burrow me.”

Suddenly, you feel a big hand on your shoulder, pulling you back and against a broad chest. You know you have Sebastian standing behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist and the others placed on your shoulder.

“No one is going to burrow you, pretty girl,” he mumbles into your ear and kisses a trail down your neck.

"In five minutes, we are starting with the interviews and the photoshooting," one of the men who works there shouts through the room.

Sebastian wraps both of his arms around your waist. You look through the room to find your other husband; he is standing with Scarlett somewhere at the side and laughing, holding his hand to his chest like he always does when he is laughing.

"Isn't he adorable when he laughs like that?"

"He is. Just like you, baby," Seb says, causing you to blush and hide your face with your hands. "Don't hide your pretty face."

When everything is in the room, you're getting ready to start the photoshoot. First, Chris and Seb, because they want to show the return of Steve and Bucky together. Then they take photos of Chris, Anthony, and Scarlett, and when everyone gets combined with the person he is closely working with in the movie, you all are asked to get in front of the white front to make some more photos with the whole cast. Chris mumbles something into your ear, and you burst out laughing, looking at Seb, who rolls his eyes, knowing why his wife is laughing.

"No, Chris. Really?" He asks with a smirk, his blue eyes glistening playfully.

"Ohh- I feel like there is a story you wanna share with us? Looks like something funny," one of the interviewers says, and you nod eagerly.

The others from the cast look slightly confused until you nod down toward Sebastian's legs, and they understand, smirking before you clear your throat. Ready to tell them funny things that often happen on set.

"When we are home, you wish you wouldn't have said that, doll."

You slide your hand into Seb's, squeezing it softly. Then you look back at the people standing in front of you.

"During some scenes with the winter soldier, Sebastian needed to run over a car, and he fell over his own feet. His glasses were foggy, and he didn't see the place he was used to stepping on. Then he fell and slid the car down like it was a slide," you say, laughing softly. "And then his pants accidentally fell down a few times in the middle of the scene. It was pretty funny because the big, fearful Winter Soldier was standing there without his pants."

Sebastian laughs, scratching the back of his neck. His face is red, and his grip around his hand tightens.

"But-" Chris starts, and suddenly every pair of eyes lies on him. "He wasn't the only one who accidentally made funny things. Y/N was running from one place to another, and she was supposed to spring over a small place full of water. It turned out it wasn't that small, or she was too small for that. And when she shouted something to make us follow her, he jumped, and just a moment later she was lying completely wet in the swimming pool."

Your eyes widen slightly, and you look at Chris. Sebastian next to you burst out laughing, remembering the day exactly because he made a picture the moment you fell into it. He has it as his background, and you just can't convince him to change the background; he loves it too much. The way your hair is spread around in the water and you are lying flat in the small pool. Sebastian smirks, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and capture your lips with a short but soft kiss.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my husband kissing my wife, but none of them gives me any attention at all," Chris says jokingly.

You roll your eyes, amused, reaching your hand out for Chris to take it, while you slowly push away from Seb with red cheeks and a wide smile on your lips. The way both men look at you when you laugh is nothing but pure love and adoration for the most beautiful woman in their lives — their everything, their love.

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drabble idea: Loki coming in when you’re completely booked & busy & stressed, and placing your coffee order on your desk. Only thing is you don’t remember ever telling him your order 🥹🫠

“Coffee, Black” 

Summary: In the midst of the busiest time of the year for work, a little kindness goes a long way, even when coming from unexpected places.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: none, just some fluff Word Count: 1.5k

“Yes, dammit, I said the GOLD napkins! Stark says silver is tacky! No, I don’t know what tacky means! Do I look like Karamo Brown??”

You could barely understand English anymore. Tony Stark had set you on the warpath when his usual head event planner went into early labor and had to extend her maternity leave, leaving you, the underling, suddenly in charge of the Stark annual fundraiser’s gala. For days upon days now, you were rushing to finalize details for the big event, only thirty-six hours away now. 

You were normally a decent party planner, at least for small events like parties and showers. This was the Stark Gala. Celebrities would be there. Steve Rogers had made himself nearly sick, practicing for weeks what to say when he met Chris Evans. Rumor was that Tom Holland was planning to propose to Zendaya on the balcony and then announce it to the ballroom. The Stark Gala was THE place to be in the US every year, which meant that every year, Tony had to outdo himself somehow. 

And now it’s complete success or failure was contingent on you, whose biggest achievement only your resume was how you’d planned the Greater Scranton Area Dog Show in a week. You couldn’t even get the napkin colors right.

“Well, I’m sure the richest man on the fucking continent could afford a five-hundred-dollar upcharge for the gold ones! I mean, please!” 

The person on the other end of the line was beginning to sound like the teacher from Peanuts. Meanwhile, you were vaguely conscious of the hapless assistant Tony gave you as an aid, although he was hardly ‘aiding’ you, so much as asking you how to do even the simplest things, only adding to the chaos swimming around you. His name was Rolf Schmedike, but you’d quickly shortened his name to ‘Schmeds” to save time, even if he did protest, saying it sounded like an STD. 

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Schmeds?” 

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do about the coffee bar?”

“No. Damn. Coffee. Bar.” you repeated for the third time that day. “Tony wants full table service throughout the night. He says open bars are classless. No bars. No buffets. No problems, okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” He said dimly before leaving you alone in the office. You growled after him, annoyed.

Back on the phone, the napkin people had put you on hold. You put your phone back on the hook, a loud, metallic, vaguely-annoying big band tune coming over the speakers now, making you cringe. 

Maybe I can find those wine invoices before Schmeds bothers me again about which knife goes where on the table settings…

Too late, you thought as you heard the soft steps re-enter the room. You didn’t bother turning around, this time just yelling over your shoulder, “Chrissake, Schmeds, do I have to speak in tongues to you? NO COFFEE BARS!”

Hearing no replies from him, you sighed in relief as you thumbed through a drawer, finding several bills and invoices, extracting them, and then putting them on the desk to roll around in later, when the inevitable mental breakdown hit in approximately two minutes. You reached over to where your large, black coffee sat by the phone, fresh and piping hot, quickly picking it up and taking a precious sip of the hot liquid, letting its warmth revitalize you before putting it down and turning back to the file cabinet. 

Wait a  damn minute…

You hadn’t gotten coffee this morning. You’d been too busy. 

You paused, gaslighting yourself and trying to pinpoint the moment your mind obviously blocked out: when you’d ordered something, because you’d just absentmindedly taken a sip of your usual, perfectly brewed the specific way you liked it. Oh my god, I’m going insane already…

“I do hope I was correct in recalling that you liked it that way. Flavored salted caramel, nothing else in it, specifically from that little bodega on fifty-ninth street.”

You finally noticed that it wasn’t Schmeds in the doorway, but Loki. Your cheeks immediately went hot as you looked down submissively, a little flustered at the grinning god leaning in your doorway, looking proud of himself. For the most part, the administrators in Stark Tower who’d trained you had insisted that fraternizing with the Avengers was off-limits. They were superheroes! Why would they have any time for “the little people”? 

“It…you were,” was all you managed to say softly. 

Loki smiled, taking that as his signal to come inside. “I apologize for startling you. I assure you, I meant no harm.”

“No harm? This is exactly how I like it,” you said, picking up the cup and taking another sip, being sure to savor the hot, life-sustaining drink this time. “But…I always get my own. How did you--?”

Your new friend grinned wider, mischievously, and you took a reflexive step back. “You read my mind? Without asking?”

Loki pursed his lips playfully, observing how you looked half-apprehensive, half-turned on. “Oh, I get the feeling that if I were to do such a thing, it wouldn’t exactly be visions of hot coffee in your mind right now.”

Woooooord.

You were never able to observe the Avengers close-up, other than Tony, your boss, and occasionally Bruce Banner, who preferred handing you different documents to be filed himself. Loki was the first one of the team who’d given you the pleasure of his direct attention, and it was already becoming a pleasure. You were already drinking in how tight his suit was, how his hair was beautifully tousled about his face, how his teeth were a work of supernatural art. 

And he’d brought you coffee. 

“I…well…uh…”

“Perhaps we could start with a ‘thank you’?” he suggested. “You seem to be slightly at a loss for words, dear.”

You nodded quickly, taking another sip. “Thank you, Mr. Lau--Laufeys--”

He shook his head and put a hand up. “Loki is all I require.” 

You finally mustered a smile and grateful nod. “Thank you, Loki.”

“And for your information, as much as I would love to penetrate your mind and fill it with tempting thoughts of myself, I did not read your mind without your permission,” he explained. “Your underling out there…the little man…he let it slip in conversation.” 

You wanted to know why your drink preferences were the topic of discussion around the water cooler without your knowledge, but it was so easy to be distracted again as Loki closed the gap between you, eventually leaving a few mere inches between you. 

“Why would you care about me and my coffee?” you asked. “We’ve never met.”

Loki shrugged. “Sometimes even I can’t explain my madness,” he mused with a wink. “Or perhaps I had a motive in mind that only you could satisfy.”

You felt your cheeks go hot as you looked into his eyes. “Um…uh…and that is…?”

“My brother is going to this gala event with that scientist he is so fond of, Jane,” Loki explained. “The others all have escorts, and Stark doesn’t want me to be the only one unspoken for at the event. He said something about rich bastards liking symmetry.” 

You giggled. “That sounds like him.” 

“Therefore, consider the drink an offering,” he continued. “Out of all of the eligible people in these offices, you’re the only one who is worthy of my arm, so would you give me the privilege of being my companion to the soiree tomorrow?” 

You smiled warmly. “Well, while I still have no idea why you;ve set your sights on me, I suppose I could indulge you for one evening.” 

Loki smiled, this time bringing up a hand, as if to place it on your cheek, but he stopped himself, stepping back instead, leaving you slightly disappointed. “Perhaps I should save the best for later,” he said, turning to go. “I’ll leave you to your work now, but I will be here at 6 tomorrow evening if you can be ready then.” 

You nodded. “Yes, Mr….Loki.”

Loki purred. “Mr. Loki,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll let you call me that in bed one day…” he said before smoothly making his exit. 

Taking another sip of coffee, your mind immediately switched gears. Work? Work?! What was this ‘work’??

The hold music cut off, and the static dregs of a woman’s voice replaced it. “Hello? Hello?” You mindlessly picked up the receiver and hung up, ending the call. 

Who had time for napkins? You had a dress to find!

@lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @mischief2sarawr @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @joyful-enchantress @silverfire475 @trickster-maiden

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

get chris into a room with jiggling butts and its GAME OVER💀

Request: Sorry but I was just wondering if you could do a C Evans or S Stan fan fic about a famous black reader because I haven’t seen you do one in a while . I don’t mind if you don’t I’m just asking. 😁

Need to Know

Summary: as soon as you laid eyes on chris you knew you needed to have him

Pairings: Chris Evans x famous!black!reader

Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex

(A/N: idk wanted to put something out for Halloween. Obviously title credited to Doja Cat. Unedited (sorry). Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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Chris felt almost overwhelmed as he walked into the room. Not even knowing where to start.

This isn’t how he planned to spend his Halloween, but if anything it felt pretty appropriate. He wasn’t exactly sure what the theme for the video was, but he couldn’t wait to see after you got out of hair and makeup.

He was used to living life as a player but this was something else. When you invited him to be apart of your video shoot he’d looked up what to expect but damn. This was something else.

What had started out as a little joke on the timeline with you asking what his number, sign, and how he liked his eggs had turned into this.

While the two of you joked around on Twitter at first, things had quickly escalated to him actually giving you his number. Fans geeking out because how fucking unexpected. But apparently you’d watched Infinity War for the first time and had to know.

Leading you to post.

Daaaaamn what’s your name, what’s your sign, how do you like your eggs in the morning? Can I get that number booo daaaamn he fine

Obviously the internet practically exploded.

Especially when he responded.

Chris. Gemini. Scrambled.

Normally he didn’t do shit like that but fuuuuuuck he saw that ass. And those tits. How he wanted to put his lips on your brown skin and feel how soft you were.

And honestly the more he talked to you, the more he liked you. But meeting hadn’t been possible with your schedules. That’s why he was trying so hard to keep his eyes to himself.

Not that it was really that hard. You looked… you were the star for a reason. But shit he was still a man.

Maybe this was a test.

You had to know he was into you and clearly you were into him. Maybe you were making sure he could keep his hands to himself and… shiiiiit he didn’t even know they made asses like that.

“Cah-ris,” you said in a sing song voice as you came up to him. “What do you think?”

He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from a girl walking by him. You giggled as you looked at him. Giving him a little twirl.

Chris couldn’t help it as he let out a laugh at your costume. Not that you didn’t look good, but he just surprised.

Your skin had been painted green, antennae’s coming out of either side of your temple. Still half naked but honestly he was kind of appreciating the whole alien aesthetic. You were even wearing a shirt that had the nasa logo with your name in it. Obviously that was some merch he’d need to cop.

“You look-,” he laughed more. “Beautiful. You look beautiful. I like your antennas.”

Not like he was lying. By now he’d done a pretty fair amount of ‘research’ on you. Had practically studied your Wikipedia as curiosity had killed the cat and he needed to know more. From there it went to watching a few videos and fuck you really liked to be half naked. And you looked cute as hell right now.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t done the same. Had gone on a googling spree when you saw him fine as hell in that movie.

Then you had the nerve to get along over text which lead to a phone call which lead to face time. Talking at all hours of the night. Staying up late despite the time differences.

Sure he knew he swore off dating celebrities, but he had a soft spot for you. It was the same for you too. Had promised yourself no more men like Chris. They never deserved what you had, but there was something telling you that he would be the exception.

“Thank you,” you said with a grin. “You need to get ready, though. You’ll be on soon.”

Your voice had come out like a purr. A natural sex appeal that just seemed almost unfair. He had a hard time finding someone to match his energy and shit you definitely gave him a run for his money.

If anything it scared him a little. That you could switch over so quickly. Going from hot as hell to his sweet girl mumbling into the phone because you wanted to wait up for him and say goodnight. It was quite the mix. Probably why he was so fucking obsessed.

The way you hugged him when you first saw him, letting him pretty much mold into you. Wanting to feel his whole body swell against yours. Had been dying for one of his hugs even though you’d never tell him that as you tried to keep up this persona for the day.

You’d caught him staring at that girl’s ass. He’d been so cute trying to be all sneaky. It was okay you didn’t mind. Besides you hired girls like her for a reason.

At least it had been fun for him to watch you do your thing as you filmed. Next time you’d have to come see him on set. Of course there wouldn’t be any half naked men around you that aren’t him, but he kind of appreciated that you didn’t seem to care in the reverse.

As he was almost done getting his own makeup on, you popped your head in. Still in your NASA shirt, but with your makeup a little more dramatic. Fuck you were hot.

“I don’t know if I told you, but thanks a lot for coming through. Definitely an upgrade from some male model,” you said, leaning against the vanity as the makeup artist finished with him.

“You know I’m always a phone call away, Babe.”

He was just so sexy when he said shit like that. Fuck he looked so hot. Was making you consider changing your thong because he looked so yummy he was making your pussy all drippy.

“Ya know I’ll hold you to that.”

He smirked. “I was hoping you would.” You were still in your heels and Chris noticed the way you were shuffling to get comfortable. “You wanna sit?” He asked.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to get up for me.”

That’s when he rolled his eyes because that’s not what he was asking as he reached up to tug on your hand. Obviously pulling you into his lap.

“Chris!” You squealed.

All he did was chuckle as he helped you get situated. Besides the two of you were alone for the first time ever. Of course he was gonna get your ass on his lap. “Comfortable?” Was all he asked.

“Mhm,” you replied. Fuck he smelled so good. And these tiny little shorts you were wearing. It really was not a good idea that he’d done this.

But you looked fucking hot perched on his lap. Even as an alien.

“How much time do we have?” He asked.

“A few minutes,” you replied.

“Yeah?” He asked. He didn’t mean for his eyes to drift down to your tits but that’s exactly where they went. Fuck they looked so good. Shit he needed to stop before he-

“Wait, are you?” You giggled. “Oh my god! Chris!” Then you gasped as you felt it through his pants. Oh shit. Damn. That was a thick ass-

“Shit. Sorry.” He blushed. Really didn’t mean to get like this. What were you a telekinetic.

“It’s okay,” you purred again as you trailed your fingers on his arm.

“Yeah?” He asked, licking his lips. “You don’t mind?”

You shook your head, looking up at him through your lashes. “No.” You let out another little gasp as he pushed it against you.

Fuck he liked that noise. “What about now?” He asked moving you over it. Fuuuuck he was thick you could tell. No wonder you were obsessed with him when you first saw him. Could tell he had good dick.

Once again you shook your head, biting your lip. If anything leaning into him a little more. “No. It feels good.”

Not like you hadn’t been fantasizing about him for weeks. The real thing just might beat the him you’d created in your head.

“You’re trying to get me into trouble, huh?” He asked into your ear.

You giggled again. “Maybe.”

“Fuck you’re cute,” he said ready to lean in and then end it. Didn’t seem fair that they’d be sharing their first kiss on screen when he had you like this already.

“Mr. Evans, you’re on in five,” someone said through the door before he the the chance.

He groaned. “Okay,” he replied.

You pouted before standing up. Dammit. “I should go get changed.”

Chris nodded before standing up with you. “I’ll go with you.”

“You’re just trying to see me naked.”

Fuck yeah he was.

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When it was his time to go on and you made eyes at him from across the bar, he could feel himself getting hard again. Which was not what he wanted with the camera on him like this.

At least as you felt yourself getting wet in your thong, no one would be able to tell. He couldn’t stand there with his dick hard as hell. Only made worse when it was time for you to start shaking your ass against him.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing,” he whispered in your ear when it was time for him to hit on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back into his. As if what happened in his dressing room didn’t just happen.

Fuck it felt so good to have him this close to you. Tits pressed to his chest. You hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet as you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance floor.

Grabbing his tie as he put his hands around your waist. Fuck you could feel him against your ass. He was thick.

Of course you’d went asking around about him. Hollywood was a small town and you didn’t want to waste your time. But it was kind of why you were so down bad because one of your friend’s friends had said that his dick was a ten out of ten and now that it was right there you really wanted to check for yourself.

Only made worse when the two of you had to finally kiss on the couch. He was used to having to do shit like this for roles but this was the first time he wished he’d gotten it out of the way first. Wish he could keep you straddling him without prying eyes.

Damn he couldn’t get you alone fast enough. You had to know what he was going to do to you when you were alone. Know you weren’t doing it on purpose but he could feel his breathing getting all labored and he could really do without having a panic attack with you on top of him.

“What are you doing after this?” He asked in your ear as the music played on.

“We were supposed to go to a party. Why?”

“Wanted to know if you wanted to hang out. Maybe watch some scary movies?”

“Um, not unless you plan on spending the whole night holding me,” you giggled.

That could definitely be arranged.

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“Ready to go?” Chris asked. Poking his head into where you were getting changed. Back in his grey sweats and t-shirt. His NASA cap covering his hair.

“Yeah,” you replied, yawning as you stood up in your shirts to gather your bag. Kind of happy you weren’t going to that party anymore. Would much, much rather hang out with Chris.

He put his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to his rental car. Couldn’t wait to get you back to his hotel room.

His hand was on your knee the whole time as the two of you chatted. Glad that how easy it was to talk to you over text and the phone had translated well in real life. As bad as he wanted to rip your clothes off he was also pretty sure he could talk to you for hours.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

You giggled. “I don’t think you really want me to answer that.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “I dunno know. Maybe I do.”

“Oh please. You know what I want.”

“I don’t know unless you tell me, Babe,” he replied, hand going up to finally make its way to your inner thigh.

Your mind just couldn’t help but wander to all of the things you’d been thinking about. Where the hell would you even start. You were definitely in the mood for a few things he could give you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said, opening your legs a little bit more.

Fuck you were trying to kill him. Chris was sure of that. He also didn’t wanna push his luck, but fuck you were right here giving him every sign that you wanted him to.

Surprisingly the two of you hadn’t explicitly crossed these lines over the phone. Had waited until you were face to face and yet it was like you’d been like this since forever.

He took the hint. Fingers getting really close to the edge of your shorts. Happy that you’d decided on something he’d be able to easily get passed.

“I dunno, Baby. If you really want something, you’ll have to tell me what it is. I don’t play games.”

Your pussy felt like it throbbed at that. Fuck he was so… ugh. You knew you wanted him worse than you can say.

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked smoothing his thumb right over the center. Hips jutting out as you gasped. “Is that where you want me to touch you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“That’s okay,” he said. Pulling up outside of the hotel so valet could park the car. You’d be fine. Could wait until you got inside.

You were all pouty and he took note to teach you some manners. Didn’t say please. Had the nerve to have an attitude as if you weren’t about to get what you want.

Chris grabbed your hand, had went through the back so nosy ass paparazzi wouldn’t have shit.

As he got you closer to his room, he leaned down to squeeze your ass. Making you squeak but you made no move like you wanted him to stop. Took it as a sign to grope you even harder.

Could barely hold on as he went to scan his keycard. Feeling yourself dripping all in your shorts. Not like he was any better off. Fuck you had him harder than he’d ever been.

As soon as the door closed, he picked you up. You wrapping your legs around his waist. Hands all in his hair as his settled on your ass.

Not wanting to waste anytime in pushing your lips together. Fisting his t-shirt in your hands as he finally kissed you. Fuck it was as good as you thought it would be. Knew he’d be a good kisser.

Didn’t even wanna make it to the bedroom as he sat down with you in his lap on the couch. Rocking your hips as soon as you could. Wanting to feel that fat dick.

“That’s so good,” you whined. 

“What feels good?” He asked in your ear. “Gotta talk to me, Baby.”

“Your dick. It’s so good.” You whined.

“You haven’t even had it,” he said.

That’s when you climbed off of him because fuck it you were gonna get a taste at least. Getting on your knees to see his length pushed against the fabric of his sweats. Looking all nice and thick. Fuck your mouth was watering just thinking about it.

“Can I taste it?” You asked him.

Chris groaned as he looked down at that pretty face. Eyes begging for him. “Yeah, Baby,” he replied, licking his lips as you finally went to pull his pants down.

You gasped as his dick popped out. Jaw dropping as it finally came into view. Shit. Fuck. It was- ugh. She was so right this- fuck he had a pretty dick.

Biting your lip, you gulped getting closer to it so you could put your fingertips against it. “You’re so big,” you whimpered.

“Think so?” He asked, hissing because fuck your touch felt good already. You nodded before leaning up so you could place a kiss on the underside. Why the hell were you teasing him so bad.

Just prepping him with kisses like you were assessing the situation. Honestly unsure if you could handle this. Sure you felt him through his pants but now that you were face to face with it, your mind wasn’t letting you make up your mind.

Fuck can’t believe you wasted your makeup artists time in having her touch you up after you took all the green off. What a waste. Eyes were watering as soon as you tried to take him down your throat.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back as you finally did it. “There it- fuck you’re such a good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Fuck it really was everything you’d built up in your head. Just too much and yummy.

Had you so wet as you slurped him up. Putting his hand on the back of your throat as you tried to deep throat him. “Right there, Baby,” he groaned. “Doing so good.”

You pulled off if him so you could kiss his balls. Wanting to show them attention too. Getting them all nice and covered with slobber.

Chris couldn’t believe how pretty you looked. Even with your makeup running down your face. Grabbing either side of your cheeks so you’d have to lean up. Wanting to kiss you again.

Not stopping himself so he ended up pulling you up. Making you get back in his lap.

This time he didn’t waste any time in touching you. First grabbing at one of your tits. Pinching your nipple between his fingers making you moan into his mouth. Putting his hands under your shirt so he could take it off of you.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispered. Chris laid you down so he could kiss up your stomach. Getting to your tits so he could suck on your nipples.

“Ah!” You cried. Fuck his mouth felt so good. “Ugh right there,” you moaned.

He needed you so bad especially as he went to pull your panties off. Needing to finally touch you.

“No panties?” He asked when he finally pulled your shorts from you. Met with the sight of the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

“I had to take it off. You got me too wet,” you whined.

“That’s okay, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take care of you so good. Gonna make you cum so much.”

“Please?” You preened.

And who was he to deny you.

You tasted so damn good when he finally got the chance. Everything he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks didn’t even fucking top it.

“Fuck you’re such a- ugh- you’re such a daddy,” you managed to finally get out as he bent your legs back further.

“That’s it, Baby. I’m Daddy. Don’t fucking forget that.” He pulled away to say. “C’mere,” he said, snatching you up so he could finally take you to bed. While he planned spending his entire visit fucking you across every inch of this room, he wanted the first time to be on the bed where he could really fuck you right.

Well he did go back to his feast first. Not ready to stop eating you out. Better than any candy he could have eaten tonight. Couldn’t get enough.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered. “Oh! Ugh! You’re gonna make me cum. Please.”

That only made him eager to keep going until you let out a yelp, sitting up a little to grab the back of his head.

You cried out. “I’m- ugh- I’m cumming. Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me!” You sobbed.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Everything had told him to grab a condom but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so glad he didn’t because even as he pushed the tip in he couldn’t believe how wet you were.

Chris leaned down to kiss you as his thick dick seared into you. Pulling away when he bottomed out as you threw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Already scratching this itch inside of you.

You knew the dick was gonna be bomb. Just knew it when he grabbed that fucking scepter looking handsome as hell. All broad shouldered and sexy.

Fuck you were so tight. So wet. Took a minute when he was fully inside of you to just take in the feeling of you wrapped around him so snug. Pushing your legs back with his biceps wrapped around them so he could hit the perfect angle inside of you. The both of you letting out grunts as he went as deep as he could. Nudging against your cervix.

“You’re- ah!” You cried out.

“I know, Baby. I know,” he said getting in your ear again.

Chris got on his knees, yanking you closer so he could start thrusting in and out of you. Rolling his hips in such a way that would have been mesmerizing if you could keep your eyes open.

“Nuh uh,” he said. “You better look at me when I fuck you.” You let out another grunt digging your nails into his arm. “Or I’ll stop,” he threatened when you didn’t do as told.

“No,” you whined opening your eyes, but fuck it wasn’t easy he was just going so deep what did he want from you. “Fuck. Please. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Baby. I just gotta teach you good manners, huh?” He asked. “That’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

“I know,” you whimpered. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna keep cumming on my dick, huh?”

You nodded brow furrowed as you could barely hang on. Sobbing when it hit you. That clench in your lower stomach snapping as your pussy tightened enough to push him out.

Chris chuckled, climbing on top of you so he could kiss you. Giving you a minute. What can he say, he felt a little cocky that he was getting you so good. “C’mere, Baby,” he cooed pulling you into his arms. Laying down with you. Kissing you. “Maybe we should take a break. Get something to eat. Watch a movie.”

You nodded, not able to respond and just letting out a hiccup. Chris chuckled kissing your nose this time.

“Look cute as hell when you’re cumming on my dick. It’s okay. We got time. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Obviously this break didn’t last long. Chris hadn’t gotten off yet and there was something in his eyes that definitely told you he wanted you to ride him.

Especially as you climbed into his arms when any scary parts came on. Hiding in his arm when anything happened. Of course the two of you were going to end up making out. You climbing on top of him so you could finally ride that dick.

Chris held onto your hips, forcing you down onto him and holding you there so you had to feel him as deep as he could go. “Ah fuck, Babe,” Chris groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

“Nuh uh, look at me when I fuck you,” you mocked him.

Chris smacked your ass at that. “Little fucking smart ass.” Keeping his grip on it after.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out, making you yell as he sat up. Grabbing your hair so he could smash his lips into yours. Making you move just right.

You started kissing on his neck. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to get him off like he’d done for you.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

As if that’s not your goal.

“Fuck, Babe, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you if you- shit, Baby.” You kind of loved how desperate he sounded. Only made you wanna work harder.

“Do it,” you breathed into his ear. “Cum in me, Daddy. I want you to.”

That’s when Chris slammed down down so he could fill you up. The feeling of him loading inside of you only made you do the same letting out little whines before smashing his lips into yours again.

After a few minutes, Chris laid down on his back, taking you with him. Dick softening inside of you. Neither of you making any moves to pull him out.

Oh yeah you couldn’t wait to spend all night finding out how nasty he could be. Honestly couldn’t think of a better way to spend Halloween.

#fics by afbh #chris evans smut #chris evans x black women #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x famous reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x woc!reader #chris evans x black female reader

[stargirlfics]

The Wolf’s Den

Chris Evans x Black Reader

Summary: Chris throws a Halloween party and his costume leaves you wanting to wrap up the festivities early to have him all to yourself

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, smut: chasing kink, mask kink, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, a splash of size kink and a throat creampie finish

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: Writing this was so fun and also very hard not to turn the idea I had into a whole werewolf!chris monsterfucker fic lmao but that’s also definitely something I have plans to write about! I hope this is a sexy read! Let me know what you think!

Anticipation filled your chest and made your heart flutter as you wound your way through the halls, hoping you’d somehow stumble and fall into Chris’ lap, your thoughts tonight very much occupied by him and his choice of Halloween costume. 

It was exciting how well your costumes paired side by side. 

His, a big and handsome werewolf. 

Yours, a bewitching little woodland fairy.

There was just something special and especially sexy about the two of you standing next to each other in all the fun pictures your friends and guests had taken with you tonight. 

Your favorite had been one where he’d thrown you across his shoulders as if he’d captured a prize and was proudly showing off the treasure, also seemingly ready to whisk you away to have you all to himself. 

How you wished that could be the case…but the night was still early, the party still going. 

It didn’t, however, mean you couldn’t let your eyes and thoughts wander to him as you talked with your friends. You caught a glimpse of him across the room, engaged in conversation, your gaze lingering when he took a long swig from the beer bottle in his hand. 

The red flannel and white tank he had on hugged his torso a little too well while the slash marks and fake blood splattered across the fabric did nothing to help your increasingly dirty thoughts.

A pity he had taken off the werewolf mask and clawed gloves that completed the look but he still looked the part. Something about the way he was carrying himself tonight made him look bigger, broader, more intimidating. The exposed forearms and sharp claws did you in and he knew it. 

Your gaze and distracted thoughts were pulled elsewhere as you focused back in on the moment and company around you, unaware of his eyes on you now that you were looking away, stealing a private moment to soak in your look for himself.

He was obsessed with the ornate wings of your costume, how the shimmer on them matched the light dusting of glitter illuminating your brown skin, the earthy color and ‘Tinkerbell’ style of your dress making his jeans tight.

If he didn’t know you any better he’d have thought you were ignoring him but he knew your distance was more out of restraint than avoidance, that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if you got too close. 

And it’s not like you were making it easy for him either, twirling around and swaying those beautiful hips of yours to the music playing throughout the house. 

Chris had half a mind to discreetly sneak you away to your shared room and fuck you into the bed good and quick before people noticed you were gone for too long, but the idea of seeing how long his little fairy could stick it out was a far better option, making a deal with himself to reward you if you managed to keep up your patience till the party was over. 

For now, the sultry and wanting glances would have to suffice. 

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A few hours later, finally the last of the guests had cleared out, the house now empty, your heartbeat kicking up at the low wolf whistle that came the second the front door was closed. 

Taking your time, you slowly turned to face him, breath hitching in your throat at the way he was leaning against a nearby wall, a dark and hungry look in his eyes. 

“I’m surprised you held out the entire night,” Chris chuckled and raked his eyes over your frame, a teasing pout forming on your face in response. 

God, you were just so adorable and impossibly alluring, he was sure you didn’t truly know how much you affected him. Didn’t know how badly he wanted to ruin you at all hours of the day.

“Me either. Was I right in thinking I’d get a reward if I did?” you inched forward, closing some distance between you. 

You were behaving yourself yes but didn’t pass up the opportunity to bat your lashes cutely, hoping to entice him just a bit more. 

“You were. I’ll even give you a few seconds head start,” he smiled and revealed the wolf mask he’d been holding behind his back. 

Tension, thick and sticky, your body restless as you decipher what he’s saying, as you watch him fit the mask over his head. 

A surprised and thrilled little gasp left your lips at the realization. He was going to chase you. 

It was something you’d mentioned you might have had a thing for weeks ago, in passing, when he caught you smiling at the book you were reading and asked what had made you so giddy. 

The erotica had been much like what was beginning to unfold between you both now, a big bad wolf chasing down a beautiful maiden to have his way with, something you hadn’t realized would turn you on so much, something you hadn’t realized Chris would remember either. 

He was indulging a fantasy of yours and if you weren’t turned on before you certainly were now. 

Careful steps were made past him, your wings colliding with the doorway, jolting you a little, making you stumble as you distractedly glanced at him. 

You couldn’t see his face anymore but knew he was smiling, “Oh you’re so cute. You have ten seconds, baby.” 

The tone of his voice had dropped, a deeper rasp to it like there was when he was tired, the playful yet perfectly serious edge to his words finally getting your body to move. 

Most of the lights in the house had been dimmed, setting the mood perfectly as you tiptoed through the rooms, hiding behind furniture or ducking down to the floor when you heard the sound of his footsteps come near. 

Your heart raced, heat pooling in your core at the way Chris called out to you, 

“Come on out, my little fairy!” 

“You know I’m going to find you, sweetheart. Don’t be scared…” 

The kitchen was the last place you hadn’t been, making the decision to try and make it to the bedroom, everything going eerily silent as you padded your way to the kitchen island, trying to decide if you should hide behind it for a moment or keep moving when a pair of arms snatched at your waist. 

“There she is.” Chris laughed as you yelped in shock, squirming and giggling as he lifted you up and over his shoulder, strong arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place. 

Part of you had hoped you would be able to outsmart him here but the more less inhibited and incredibly needy part of you was glad to be caught, your desires taking full control now. 

Your squirming ceased as he carried you to the bed, laying you down against the plush comforter, letting you watch as he slid the mask and gloves off, and then the flannel, leaving him only in the ripped tank top underneath. 

It may have been biased but you had to admit your handiwork with the red food coloring earlier today to create the blood splatters across the white fabric was very convincing, your thighs clenching the longer you stared. 

The peek of his tattoos, the toned definition of his shoulders and forearms, how goddamn broad he looked standing at his full height above you…you wanted to feel, touch, have all that pressed against you, pinning you to the bed, giving you no other option but take what he wanted to give you. 

“Please, I want you so bad,” you whined at the lack of his hands on your body. 

“Aww I bet you do. Bet you’re soaked for me by now, aren’t you? How do we ask for what we want?” his jaw clenched as he watched you spread out for him, knees rising and parting just slightly as you lay on your back.

“Please, daddy can you touch me? Want you to touch me…” you whine again, not resisting the effect his words have on you any longer, unabashedly calling him the title your heart raced at the sound of.  

“There we go, of course I can, baby. Been wantin this all night too.” 

Your form hugging dress had bunched up around your thighs, giving Chris the slightest peek of the matching lace underneath, darkened with an unmistakable wet spot just as he thought there would be. 

He didn’t waste any time in teasing, there had been plenty of that already, his hands warm and firm as they caressed up your calves, and then your thighs, fingers giving you the slightest pinch before spreading them wide. Thick fingers caught the edge of the lace seam and tugged, moving the fabric to the side to display your aching and slick pussy. 

“Oh you really needed this, huh,” he hummed proudly at your whimpers and the needy motion of your hips as he explored the slick mess before him, two fingers rubbing your clit in small circles and then moving down to tease at your entrance before repeating the motion. 

Watching your body unravel and move with the pace his hand had set was mesmerizing, and the fact that you still had the fairy wings on made it even better. 

“Mhm, f-feels so good, daddy.” 

You had been watching what his hands were doing just as he was, the two of you practically in sync as your eyes connected, Chris cursing under his breath as he moved to kiss you, his fingers still rubbing. 

The heated kiss turned even more ravenous when your hands lifted from the bed to grip his arms, moaning at how you could feel the muscles working to make you feel good, all of it coming to a peak when he parted from your lips only to move down, to replace his fingers with his mouth, because you were dripping across his fingers and he couldn’t be asked to resist a taste of you. 

Not a chance.

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It was effortless, the way his tongue moved against your core, the ease to which he lapped at your clit just right a sign of how often he did this, how much he enjoyed it too, how much or how little he’d learned to give you. 

Your hands had tugged at his hair, scratched at his biceps and pulled at the sheets from how he’d buried his face in your pussy, bringing you closer and closer with ease, till you couldn’t deny the steep descent any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, a tremble settling in your thighs as you concentrated on the feeling, keening at the encouraging hum and look Chris gave you, the eye contact and tightened grip on your thighs sending you over the edge with a strangled cry. 

“That’s my girl! You look so fuckin pretty when you do that,” came the shower of praise as you rode out your high, the sensation prolonged by his fingers resuming their earlier endeavors, not giving you any choice but to feel as much pleasure as possible. 

The little gasp of laughter and the hazy content smile you gave him had him throbbing even more, unable to get over how lucky he was to have you. 

You watched as he got rid of the rest of his outfit, pleased with his look of approval that you kept yours on and with the way you’d moved to lay on your tummy, dress bunched up around your middle and your ass tilted high in the air, hips circling just slightly to entice him and those goddamn fairy wings making you look ethereal.

“Please, fill me up, oh-!” your wanton words quickly turned to the prettiest of groans as Chris slicked himself up and nudged his way inside you slow and careful, giving you time to adjust, knowing you’d need a moment to get used to the stretch because no matter how often you fucked, he was still big, still heavy and thick and you were already a sensitive little mess. 

“Mm, I gotcha, baby. Promise I’ll fill you up all the way,” he growled out lowly against your ear, his hands find their home on your waist, one gripping your hip and the other fisting the fabric of your dress, aiming to use it as leverage to fuck you back onto him when you were ready. 

You let yourself melt into his hands, knowing he’d take good care of you as you just relaxed and focused on feeling good, needy moans slipping from your throat and growing louder as your body yielded to his slow thrusts. 

His hips grew less careful the more you could take, setting a steady pace, fucking you deep with every stroke, moving more on instinct now, knowing and following what felt good for you, his own groans mixing with yours at how snug you felt. 

The sound of his hips meeting your ass and the wet gush of your pussy with every thrust had you reeling, your face turned to the side, tucked against the bed as you gazed at him, the visual and auditory stimulation making your brain fuzzy. 

“Come on, little fairy, know you wanna cum again,” Chris smiled down at you, his grip on your dress forcing your body back in time with his strokes, your muscles burning and tense from the effort, from the building tension in your tummy. “Go ahead, do it, give it to daddy.”

You were so close it nearly had you in tears, his final words toppling you over that edge hard, pleasure flooding your senses, your fingers curling around the sheets, giving yourself something to hang onto as you creamed on his dick. 

His name was gasped almost in chant as you fluttered and pulsed around him, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, the sight of you making him approach his own orgasm steadily, and you could tell, judging by the sweat covering his chest and the clench of his jaw. 

“Want you to cum too, daddy. Wanna taste you too, want you to make me take it down my throat, please, please,” you begged, the heady waves of pleasure still rocking your body making you bold with your words. 

The image alone almost had him there, his brain taking a second to fully process your words, the muscles in his thighs tensing at how turned on it made him, you always got so dirty for him and he couldn’t get enough. 

A few more purposeful thrusts and he was there, cursing loudly as you scrambled up to sit on your knees, your eyes big and doe-like as you opened your mouth to wrap around his tip, your tongue stroking the underside of him as you inched your way down further. 

“Such a good girl, there you go. Gonna fill up that cute little throat,” Chris grit out, completely done in by the sight of you so beautiful and fucked out on the bed, your wings now sat lopsided, the glitter on your cheeks mixing with the stray tear or two that had spilled from how deep you’d taken him. 

His length pulsed against the walls of your throat as he came with a groan, your eyes rolling back as you swallowed him down, taking every last bit before you pulled off him with a satisfied smile. 

It took both of you several minutes to slow your breathing down, collapsing on top of one another, bodies slick and warm but unwilling to part from each other despite it. 

Chris ran his fingers soothingly across your thigh, peppering kisses to your forehead, more praise whispered low solely for your ears to hear. 

Your eyes met once again, the hungry look of his still mirroring yours and if that was any indication, you knew for sure another round would be had in the shower later that night. 

A very happy Halloween it had turned out to be!

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Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like this to be continued! Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25.

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

It was a simple case. It was a simple salt and burn. The spirit was going after highly driven authority types. CEOs, things of that nature. The motive was something about powerful people hurting the weak. He didn’t really know. Honestly, he didn’t really care. He just wanted to do what he did best and that was to eliminate this son of a bitch. 

The old house creaked under his boots. The brown laces scraped against each floorboard he passed. He could taste the dust that was in the air, causing his chest to tighten slightly from the pollution in his lungs. Sam had decided to cover the back, while he went through the front. He held his flashlight in his left hand and his gun in his right, completing the necessary checks around the perimeter. After an arduous search, they finally found the bones in the basement.

Quickly, he reaches into his duffle bag and grabs the salt, turning it over and covering the bones as his eyes scan around the room. It was odd not to have encountered the spirit yet, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a loud crash coming from the top of the stairs, the door had swung shut. A groan leaves his lips dropping his bag, reaching for the shotgun with the rock salt. “Sammy! Burn the bones while I keep ‘em back would ya?!” He yells out, deciding to guard the stairs. 

It was all running relatively smoothly, until ole casper decided to pop up out of nowhere. Dean doesn’t think. He just reacts, pumping the shotgun and shooting at the ghost. He would never admit it, but it gave him quite a jump scare. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing as the spirit approached, seemingly impervious to the shots taken by Dean.  His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as the shotgun was knocked from his grasp and he was pinned to the grimy cinderblock wall. “Sammy!” he called out, watching him fumble with the match to burn the bones.

Despite the fear that coursed through his body, there was a sense of calm that washed over Dean’s physical body. You. It was you. He could feel you trying to calm him down. While he appreciated it, now was not the time for him to fall into your relaxing state. He fought against it as much as he could, waiting for Sammy to finally finish with the bones.

He let out a sigh of relief as the spirit disappeared, the bones completely destroyed. “Took ya long enough” he grumbled as he tried his best to catch his breath, knowing that you were still trying to soothe him as best as you knew how. He shook his head at the thought. This must be very confusing for you at the very least.

He tried to gather his thoughts as he and Sam took the Impala back to the motel. The drive was quiet between the two brothers, but it was anything but quiet inside of Dean’s head. All he could think about was you.

Dean had felt your emotions for as long as he could remember. The little things and the big things, he could feel them all with a heaviness in his chest. These things were relatively normal for soulmates. But, growing up in the world he did, Dean was also acutely aware of the things in life that were not normal. He knew that being able to help regulate your soulmate’s emotions was not a usual thing. So, he dove into the lore of it all and he found it. He found the term that describes the kind of soulmate that he had. 

They were “bonded.” He took a deep dive and learned everything that there was to know about being bonded to his soulmate. It meant that when he met you, his name would form on your wrist, but yours would be written over his heart. Why? Because you were his source of heart. His name would be on your wrist because he was your source of strength. Once he met you, his entire life would change and so would yours.

Dean knew you were trying your best to accommodate him. He could feel you each time you tried to relax him. What was worse, he could feel you suppressing your own emotions. He could only guess it was for his sake, not wanting him to have to feel your pain. He knew you were kind in that way, that your heart for him was greater than any other, which is why your name would appear on his chest one day. Had he known this sooner, he would have left some extra space and not had his anti-possession tattoo placed in the same vicinity. He knew once he met you he would wear your name proudly. 

He had a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove them back to the motel, knowing you must be confused by everything that was happening to you. All he wanted to do was comfort you. He could feel the bristle of your own anxiety when his emotions couldn’t be kept in check.He was sure he woke you with his antics on more than one occasion, and he felt bad for that, but he was starting to calm down with your help. Sometimes he wondered how he would have ever made it without you caring about him, albeit in a roundabout way. No matter what, he could always count on you to be there for him, which isn’t something he could say about most people in his life. This is why he promised himself that once he met you, he would never let anything harm you and he’d never let go.

Trees blurred past his vision as he kept his attention on the highway, thoughts of you in every moment. What did you look like? Were you tall or shorter? Would you be afraid of him and what he does? What was the name of your favorite perfume? He could always smell it himself when you put it on, smell triggering some of the strongest emotions in you. He didn’t know the name, but he wished he could find it and keep it around for when he couldn’t feel your emotions, just to have you with him. 

Dean had reached the Age of Choice several years ago now. He no longer had to wait to be with someone else if he wanted to. But that was just it, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be with anyone but you. The one person that he has had with him his entire life, cared about him and never let him down. Sure, he had definitely had his fun over the years. He was no blushing virgin by any means. Funnily enough, when he was with those girls, that was when he was the most emotionally cut off from you. Deep down he knew that he didn’t want to cause you that pain, but he also didn’t feel anything for them. It was a quick way to forget for a moment, but that was all that it was. There were no emotions involved. He knew that he wanted to find you, but he didn’t know how.

By the time that Dean had pulled into the motel parking lot, he knew you were asleep. He could feel the calm lull and lack of anxiety, which told him you probably drifted off after he had steadied himself in the drive. 

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The next morning Dean was woken up with a grunt. Sam threw some clothes at him and yelled at him to get up. “Come on, I found another case!” he shouted, causing Dean to groan and slowly change into his clothes.

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After a coffee run and a short drive they reached what looked like the average office building. Sam had explained over the drive that there had been another death last night and that they may want to do some poking around to make sure no one else raised suspicion, even if they already had dealt with the spirit.

Upon getting out of Baby, they threw on their FBI jackets and grabbed their badges before walking inside the relatively nondescript building. Dean scanned the room as they walked in, noticing the way each employee’s eyes would flick up to them as they walked past, stopping what they were doing in the process. It was like they were frozen as they watched the men walk to what looked like a receptionist’s desk. 

There was a young girl standing there, Dean thought she couldn’t be much older than 18, frantically answering calls and letting people know that, no, her boss wasn't in today and they would have to reschedule. His eyes flicked down to her name tag that read ‘Natalie,’ while they waited for her to acknowledge their presence. Once she seemed to stop panicking on the phone, she attempted to straighten her appearance, smoothing her skirt out with her hands. Dean noticed the blush on her cheeks, knowing she likely found one of them to be attractive. He smirked slightly, taking note that they may be able to use that to get information later.

“Hi Mr. FBI Agents, sirs,” the girl stammered out, “I’m sorry for the mess, but our boss didn’t come in today and his executive assistant is running late,” she explained earnestly. 

“Well that’s actually what we’re here for. I’m Agent Jones, and this is Agent Smith, your boss died last night,” Sam says to the girl, watching as her reaction switches to one of shock.

“This executive assistant of his, do you know where she’s at?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at her.

“Y/N? You’re looking for Y/N Y/L/N? What would you want with her? I know her, sh- she’d never do anything like that, you don’t have to worry about her!” Natalie states, her breathing becoming erratic the longer she talked. She quickly came to your defense, knowing your character. You had just texted her and told her you were on the way, with not only your boss’ coffee order but hers as well. She knew you would never be capable of anything horrid.

“Woah, woah, woah, nobody is accusing anyone of anything. We’d just like to have a word with her. If she was close to him, then she might have some insight into some questions we’d like to ask. Now, where is she?” Dean asked, his tone becoming a little harsher this time.

The girl merely pointed towards the doors that they had come in through, her hand shaking a bit in fear of repercussions. Dean and Sam watched as a young woman barged through the swinging glass doors. Dean smirked slightly as he saw you maneuver your way around, 3 coffees in hand and without spilling a drop. It was a sight to be seen. He thought it was odd the way it struck him, the grace that you held while simultaneously trading your flats for the heels you had in your bag. He tried his best to keep his expression neutral, though, as you approached them. 

It looked as if you really weren't paying attention to them, but once you got closer, Sam spoke up. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” 

Dean noticed the way that your eyebrows raised, watching you intently as you responded “That’s me. Can I ask who you are?” your tone was polite, but he could tell that you were anxious to get past the two of them.

“I’m Agent Smith and this is Agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” he replied, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab yours.

He winced as he felt it, a groan escaping his lips and pulling at the fabric of his shirt. Your name began inscribing itself onto his chest, right below his anti-possession tattoo and over his heart. Dean could sense your confusion when you noticed your name wasn’t on his wrist, but his chest. He couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, seeing the shock written on your face. 

“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation.”

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Autumns in Boston

Chris Evans x Reader

You go on a morning walk with Chris and Dodger. Love and laughter ensues

Note: This is based on this super adorable request. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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You never considered yourself much of a fan of getting up early but arising for autumn morning walks with Chris and Dodger is worth it. Chris always lends you one his sweaters and he holds you close as you walk together.

“This is a beautiful view, Chris,” you tell your boyfriend as you look out into the brown, yellow, and red colored trees.

“I thought you’d like it, sweetheart. Boston in the fall is just perfect,” Chris says. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you continue to walk through the beautiful scenery.

You stop to take a photo of the trees and Chris lets you take a few before he jumps into the frame and poses for you playfully. He accidentally lets go of Dodger and has to run after him.

“Oh, this is perfect,” you laugh out as you take one of Chris running towards the dog.

You catch up with Chris and Dodger and show him the photos.

“I’m so photogenic,” Chris jokes as he looks at one of him practically tripping over Dodger’s leash.

“Oh yeah, babe. I’m definitely posting this one,” you tease him.

“You wouldn’t,” Chris says dramatically, feigning betrayal.

“Kiss me and I won’t,” you say sweetly.

Chris obliges and leans in for a slow, passionate kiss. You never get tired of the feeling of his lips on yours. Once you pull away, you decide to walk back to his house for an early morning movie and cup of hot cocoa.

The three of you, Dodger is always included, snuggle on the couch by the fireplace as you scroll through movies to decide which one to watch. There are many fall movies, so you make a list and randomly pick one.

A little while into the movie, you decide to post some photos from your morning walk on Instagram. Chris went to the kitchen to make a snack and it was the perfect time for you to sneak and post photos of him.

He comes back to a notification that you tagged him in a photo, and he lets out a loud laugh, grabbing his chest as always, at your choice of photos.

“I had to do it, babe,” you say with a smile.

“I’m glad you did, honestly,” he replies. “Come here.”

Chris opens his arms for you once again and you snuggle up against him. You could definitely get used to autumns in Boston forever.

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[enchantedsoulofmine]

Merry Christmas

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: This time on Christmas you and Chris both have been quite exhausted with your two months old but then again, the Christmas spirit will not be down!

Warnings: Nah

Note: English is my second language.

‘And he’s down’ Chris came running down the stairs towards the couch where you were sitting and drinking your coffee. ‘Thank you, Chris’  you smiled.

‘no need my love, you deserve some rest’ Chris sat down on the couch beside you and leaned towards you to kiss your forehead. You kept your cup on the table and laid your head on Chris’ shoulder, while he held your hand and started to caress your hair with his other hand.

‘Mom called me in the morning and said that she wants to spend Christmas with us,’ Chris said looking down at you, ‘really? that would be so good, it’s her grandson’s first Christmas tomorrow, and I’m gonna be baking her favorite biscuit cake’ you grinned, ‘not only hers but it’s my fav too’  Chris pecked your lips and smiled, ‘it’s been a while since we met her’ he sighed, ‘yeah’ you closed your eyes leaning on Chris’ arms. 

‘What a year this was!’ Chris sighed, ‘I know right, a lot of things took place’ you smiled reminiscing some of the best moments of your life from this year.  ‘The best thing I got to experience this year was your pregnancy and the birth of our own child’ Chris said, you smiled hearing his words.

‘That was no doubt the best thing we experienced’ you grinned, remembering the time when you saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test you took, then you and your husband getting emotional when your baby bump got visible, some cute moments with Dodger and the moment when you felt your baby’s kick, his heartbeat and finally, the second best moment of your life, first being you getting married to Chris, the moment you heard a shrill cry of a baby while you lay exhausted on the hospital bed with Chris on your side, whispering words of pride.

‘Tomorrow will be his first Christmas’ you grinned excitedly, ‘I got him a cute reindeer outfit’ you looked at Chris who smiling at you. 

‘Well, I’m really eager to see him wearing it tomorrow’ Chris leaned down to kiss your lips. The kiss soon became a heated make-out session, a cry broke your kiss and you saw Dodger coming down the stairs barking signaling you to come upstairs and tend to the baby. You and Chris giggled and got up. Chris scratched Dodger’s ears and went after you towards the nursery.

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‘Damn, he’s looking so adorable’ Chris laughed looking at his son who was dressed in a reindeer outfit  https://pin.it/6vphfUN  Chris cradled the baby in his arms and kissed his soft cheeks. you prepared the delicacies for the Christmas dinner and you and Chris were waiting for Lisa

You put the baby inside his small crib and started caressing his brown hair which he inherited from his father, you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you backward. your back clashed with your husband’s stoned chest and you turned around shyly.

Chris lifted your face so that your eyes met his and leaned down to kiss your soft lips. the doorbell tinged and Chris went to open the door. ‘Mom’ Chris said out loud and threw his arms over his mum, ‘my darling’ Lisa softly said and caressed Chris’ hair. ‘Y/n’ Lisa smiled at you and came to hug you. you hugged her back.

‘Where’s my grandbaby?’ Lisa asked and you and Chris led her towards the crib where your son lay sucking his pacifier. ‘Oh my goodness’ Lisa cried picking up the baby. 

All three of you had Christmas dinner with Chris’ siblings on skype eating their dinners. All of you laughed and shared some of the childhood stories of your husband and enjoyed the Christmas dinner.

When the time came for the gifts, all of you gave each other’s gifts. Chris gave you a beautiful pearl necklace and while you were taking a look at it, he leaned and whispered in your ear ‘there’s one more gift for you in the bedroom’ 

You looked at him smiling while he gave you a wink with a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

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Hey! I posted this fic early because I will not be able to access Tumblr for a few days.

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[f10werfae]

My Wife, My Love

pairing: Construction!BF!Chris x GF!Reader

Summary: with y/n taking a new job across town, her hunk of a man pays her a steamy visit, and big decisions are made

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

can be read as part of build up

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 8 years younger and is in early 20s), dirty talk, spit, breast play, penetration, breeding kink, slight humiliation, squirting, oral

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Ever since I had met Chris all those months ago, we had honestly been texting non stop even though I had started a new job as a chef a whole town away. I was missing his cute handsome face, and the way he just loved on me.

After throwing out the rest of food I couldn’t bare to finish, I just sat staring at the dull ass grey walls of my apartment, the atmosphere itself just draining. Sure there were a few family pictures laying about the place and mementos, but nothing ever beats being back home where everything you know is.

With the occasional sext and visit from Chris I was able to get by, although he did say I was not to touch what was his and I was not going to go against that

Even though my pa strongly disapproved of us, mostly due to the age gap, I did not let that waver my decision of seeing Chris. I'm in love with this man.

*Knock Knock*

Letting out a massive sigh I opened the door to see a massive bouquet of flowers being pushed to my face, before I saw a head poke out from the side.

"CHRIS?!" I squealed grabbing the flowers and setting them on the table by the door, jumping straight into his arms, a deep chuckle reverberating through his chest as he brought us inside.

“Well don’t ya look all pretty? Don’t suppose you were dressin' up for someone else were ya sugar?” He teased setting me on one of my bar stools in the kitchen, his hands not letting go of my waist.

“Nuh uh, was jus' thinkin bout you” I replied bitting my lip smirking back at him, his beard had grown and so had his hair, giving him a more matured sexy look.

“Oh yeah? what was you thinkin’ about?”

He inquired leaning in closer to me, his hands situating themselves onto my thighs to rub onto them softly. “Just thinkin thoughts” I said dismissively kicking my legs back and forth.

“Alright alright I won’t push ya, but I got somethin for ya” He laughed taking off his backpack, that’s when my eyes were glued to what he was wearing. A white tight polo shirt that accentuated his body, along with a pair of black trackies, how was this my man?

“This is for you when i’m not around” He said pulling out a brown teddy bear, dressed in construction work, it even had the name tag Chris on it.

“Aw Chris” I pouted taking the furry thing into my arms and hugging it dearly, hell he even sprayed it with his citrus cologne.

“You’re so sweet” I cooed looking up at the older man who I now had wrapped around my finger. Setting the teddy onto the counter behind me, I brought my hand up to behind his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet mine.

My soft pink ones being pressed against his, it wasn’t long before I felt his tongue probing at my lips to open them, which he did. His teeth clashing against mine as his tongue ravaged my mouth, both of our lips now shiny with saliva as he pulled away smirking.

“God did I miss my sweet girl” His whispered, his thumb brushing under my bottom lip before he stood up fully.

“Where’d you get this flimsy thing then?” He suddenly asked pulling at the bow of my sundress, with it now being spring I had spent a lot of my pay on new dresses, this one being my new favourite.

“I-I bought it at the mall”

“It’s beautiful honey, ya look like my wife already” He smirked playing around with the tied ribbon at the front of it, his teeth holding onto his bottom lip as he stood back to look at me full view.

“A-are you hungry baby? I have some pasta from this morning in the microwave, I did have some pancakes but I threw them out”

“I’ll take anythin my girl makes” He said sliding onto the bar stool after I got off, his eyes trained on me while I moved around the kitchen flawlessly, my hair now tied into a high ponytail. “Gah I can’t wait to come home from work n’ jus see you waitin for me at home like this. All pretty and domestic” He swooned, his head resting on the palm of his hand.

“Yeah well you gotta ask me first” I joked taking the pasta out of the microwave and setting it in front of him, taking the seat beside him.

“Baby this is so good” He groaned as I fed him his first bite, a proud smile coming onto my face knowing my man enjoyed what I was eating.

“You gon cook for our babies like this? They’re so lucky”

“Stop it Chris you’re makin' me all flustered” I groaned gathering some more macaroni onto my fork,

“What? Am I lyin? We both know we’re gettin married and havin kids” He shrugged knowingly, a smirk evident on his face while his hand rested on my knee.

-

With the pasta now finished, Chris had taken it upon himself to grab my hand and walk us into my bedroom, luckily it could even fit a double bed. Kicking his socks off, he layed down with an arm folded behind his head, the other patting his chest as an invitation for me to lay down.

“C'mere I missed ya?” He whispered nuzzling into my hair once I got down beside him, his arms now surrounding my waist.

Using his nose he nudged me head up and caught my lips between his, if there was anything Chris loved, it was kissing, doesn’t matter how filthy it gets.

“Stick your fuckin’ tongue out baby” He growled into my mouth, taking my tongue and sucking it between his plump lips. Mewls leaving my mouth the harder he went, letting go he leant back and spat straight onto my tongue, his mouth clamping right back onto mine to delve deeper.

“Gah your mouth is so fuckin' pretty baby, is this all for me? My mouth to use?”

“Mhm all yours” I moaned feeling him flip up the skirt part of my dress and shove his hands down my underwear. His fingers wasting no time,

“Spit” He demanded holding his fingers out in front of me, smirking when I did so and using it to lube up my own clit.

“Aww did you miss this beautiful? Your pussy is soaked, awk look your panties are soiled” He said in a degrading voice, now holding up my stained underwear between his fingers before throwing it off to wherever.

“Please baby” I breathed out, feeling his fingers slide back and forth between my pussy lips.

“Please what hunny? Ya know I need words”

“I need your mouth”

In seconds he had moved downwards, his hot breath fanning me,

“Wan' you to look me in the eyes while I kiss your pretty pussy alright? Wanna look at your pretty eyes while I make you come” He said taking both of my hands and intertwining them with his, his eyes staring deeply into my soul. His lips first placed a kiss onto my lips, his tongue teasing the slit between them with his spit.

“Ya like how I kiss your pussy like I do your mouth?”

“Mhm” I moaned out watching more and more of his face disappear, his mouth now sucking gently on my clit, my hands squeezing his letting him know just how good he was making me feel. A knot started to build up in my stomach, I knew this feeling before, it happened last time we met up

“Chris I-I think i’m gonna sq-“ Chris groaned like an animal, the sound of him slurping up my juices only made me even more horny when he came up and kissed me. Letting me taste myself onto his tongue, I felt my eyes roll back when he started humping his hardened cock into my sensitive clit.

His trackies now pulled down to his ankles as he rutted against me, his face in between my tits as he kissed and licked them as if his life depended on it.

“Baby i’m gonna wife the fuck outta you, gon have you everyday all day when the time comes, your pussys just gonna be throbbin constantly for me”

He groaned, the tip of his cock now slipping in between my folds and into my wet hole, it’s almost as if we were made for each other.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Fahk Y/n, jus wanna be in you all day” I moaned sinking into her, bottoming out so my balls rested on her ass. Her face dazed out, with her eyes half lidded looking at me with so much love, this girl really had my heart in her hands.

I always thought I’d end up alone in life in the end, everyone else around me had gotten married n whatnot, but here I am fucking the love of my life senselessly.

Thrusting up into her once, a small whimper came out of her pouty lips, her hands grabbing on tightly to my biceps. A smirk forming onto my face as her eyes rolled back the faster I went on.

“You’re so beautiful baby, you’re my wife aren’t ya? Jus made for me and for me alone” I taunted, one of my hands ripping the front of her dress to reveal her braless breasts, the sight of them bouncing in rhythm only made me harder. Her nipples only getting bigger the harder they got, bless they were basically asked to me sucked on and who was I to defy them of that.

Bending my neck down I took one nipple in my mouth sucking relentlessly,

“Fuck Chris, you know how sensitive my tits are”

“I know baby, but i’m here to take care of you remember?” I said licking all over her breasts, my spit gathering on her sternum which slowly dribbled down to add onto her wet pussy. Releasing her tit with a loud pop, I felt her clench around my cock tightly, she was about to cum and I could feel it. The thought of filling her up only made this even more hotter, my cock starting to build up.

“I wanna kiss you while I cum baby, please I want a kiss” She moaned out hazily, her tongue just sticking out helplessly, her drool spilling onto her chin making me smirk at her expression. Taking her tongue into my mouth, I felt her moan into it, instead of thrusting faster I chose to go deeper and slower hitting her spot over and over again.

I opened my eyes to see her brows furrowed in ecstasy, feeling her suck and bite on the tip of my tongue cutely almost as if she couldn’t take the size of it either.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

With his tongue between my lips, I was pushed over the edge when his thumb started toying with my clit, my body arching back into the bed as I came, Chris kissing all over my tits and stomach. His thrusting continuing to slap into my hips as he chased his own high, my pussy now throbbing from him.

“Please cum Chris, wanna feel all warm n full of you baby” I moaned taking his face between my hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, my hands going around his shoulders to hide myself in his neck.

“Oh baby I’ll do whatever ya want, even give you a baby if that’s what it takes. Gonna show everyone that you’re walkin' around full of my cum”

He whispered gritting his teeth, his cock twitching inside of me before I felt him spurt his warm cum deep inside me. A deep chuckle leaving him as he sat up and grabbed his phone from the floor, taking a picture of his cum leaking out of my abused raw pussy.

A raw blush on my face as he showed me the picture with pride, throwing the phone once again to the side.

“Ya alright gorgeous, didn’t go too hard did I?”

He asked, his eyes now looking at me tenderly, coming up to lay beside me. Shaking my head I leaned over and rested my head onto his chest, his arm resting over me as it softly tickled my back.

How could I survive another minute without him here? In another few days he’d have to go back home and i’d be here all alone again, glooming about the place because despite being here for ages, there was not one friendly soul in this place. Sure the pay is amazing, but what about my dreams of starting my own bakery? Was I really about to give all that up? What about Chris? I really really love him and I don’t wanna stay away from him, and I don’t think I can

“What ya thinkin' about babe” Chris' hands ran over my furrowed brows, a concerned look on his face as he kissed my forehead comfortingly.

“I-I wanna come back home Chris. I hate it here, i’m so lonely and it doesn’t feel right at all. I miss you, ma and pa, Dodger and everything else” I whined nuzzling further into his chest, if that was even possible.

“If that’s what you really want baby, who am I to object to that and I certainly won’t object to havin ya home alla time. Heck if it was alright with ya i’d move you straight in with me”

He laughed out,

“Really? You would do that?” I said shocked, wide eyed looking up at his baby blues,

“Of course hun, ya know i’ve been workin on my house for a while, there’s enough space for kids n' everythin else you could possibly need and want. N’ I know your pa probably won’t agree cus we ain’t married, but trust give me a few months and there’ll be a rock right here”

He whispered holding onto my ring finger, a gushy smile creeping it’s way onto my lips before I leant up and pressed a small sensual peck onto his lips.

“I’d love to move in with you Chris, if you’ll have me?”

“If i’ll have ya? Baby you’re already with me”

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Sunshine

Pairing: Chris Evans x therapist!reader

Summary: When Chris sought to find help, he found you.

Word count: it's a short one, sorry :(

Warnings: Fluff, Chris going to therapy and being an idiot in love, a little angst in the beginning. Let me know If I forgot something <3

A/N: Happy reading! I kinda had second thoughts about this one :(

English is not my first language, So I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome. Love you all <3

Chris's life sounded chaotic and messy for individuals who didn't live in it. Being Captain America had responsibilities, not to forget the amazing charm Chris holds against the world. Every girl dreamed of being with him and living in the same world as he did. Every woman's dream was to go to events, clubbing together, and award show after award show. The truth was nothing like that.

Chris was a normal guy from Boston who got lucky with getting a part in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Unfortunately for him, the happiness that this role brought him, came not alone. It came with anxiety, too. Hearing every click of a camera pointed toward him was difficult for him. Chris hated that he even heard those clicks late at night in his bedroom. When everyone was sleeping. It was like his own brain was against him, replaying those sounds over and over until Chris couldn't help but get up and go for a run.

He knew he needed therapy. Hell, even his own friends and family recommended him. Seeing Chris miserable was painful for his mother. The fire that was in her son burning for acting was gently dying. She needed to do something; she needed to find help for her son before it was too late.

Lisa found a therapist that changed his son's life forever. You.

Chris was not so eager to go to a therapist, but he trusted his mother's judgment and went to you. Not for himself, but for the people he loved.

When he entered your office, something happened.

He still can't explain to his day what he felt when he saw you for the first time. His vocabulary is not big enough, he says. Something inside him made Chris feel dizzy, like he was about to throw up. He didn't like the feeling, but he took everything that came from you happily.

You.

There was something about you that made Chris want to learn about you. He wanted you to talk about your life and solve any problem you had like he was your therapist. When he sat down, he knew one thing was for sure. He was going to ask you out.

After talking for 2 hours, it felt like the heavy bricks that were crushing him down were crumbling away, and he could finally take a deep breath without shaking. It felt easy explaining his issues to you.

Your eyes were deep brown, but Chris swore he saw a wonderful blue sky in them. He never felt so drawn to a person, and he only knew you for two hours. But if spending two hours with you was like this, he couldn't imagine what a life with you would feel like.

After the therapy session, you told him you loved to see him next week again. Chris instantly agreed, loving that he would see you next week, too.

Every week that he came, he fell more in love with you. You learned more about him, and he learned more things about you, too. How your office was full of flowers, especially lilies, for instance. Or how the two dimples next to your mouth were only seen if you smiled. That you had a tattoo of a butterfly on your wrist. Every single detail that Chris had seen was written on his memory with a pen that couldn't be erased. He never talked about you to his family. Because he knew, if he started talking about you, his smile that would show up and the way his eyes would shine would tell them the truth. So when Lisa asked how therapy was, he would simply answer with 'good.'

But his mother didn't buy it. She knew that something was up and that it had to do something about you. She saw Chris change. He wasn't quiet as he used to be. Her son, that was slowly slipping away from her fingers, was now blossoming like a flower in the spring. She knew that her flower of a son found his sunshine. And she couldn't be happier about it.

He did it. He didn't know why he did it just when the session ended, but he did it. He asked you out. The clicks of a camera that were making a noise in his brain were so far for him to hear, thanks to you. But because of you, he could hear the fight that was going on between his heart and brain right now. His heartbeat was going faster, waiting for you to say yes, while his brain was giving him a headache about all the overthinking he was doing. That you were going to say no, that Chris embarrassed himself, and that he looked dumb right now. Yup, his brain loved him.

"Chris, I really don't know what to say. I'm flattered, really. I think you are an amazing person with a soul that is so kind. But I can't date you, you're my patient. And I'm not willing to risk my career because of my feelings."

He should be hurt by what you said, but he wasn't. In fact, he fell more in love with you. This just showed how strong of a woman you were and that you knew your priorities. But he wouldn't let you go that easily. Chris would do everything just to spend time with you.

"What if I go to another therapist? Y/N, you helped me grow so much as a person. You fixed my fragile heart and I haven't been more confident in my body. Please, just give me a chance. I'm sure you have so some great therapist friends you can recommend to me. I want to spend time with you, Y/N. Please, let me."

You let him. After recommending your therapist friend Farah to him, he took you out on a date and got to know you outside of work, too.

You were a big Disney fan. Your favorite movie was the princess and the frog, seeing yourself in her since you always had to work hard to get your job, too. What made Chris shocked to hear was that you never went to Disneyland.

"I'm sorry, what? You are a Disney fan, but you never went to Disneyland? How is that even possible?"

The two of you were enjoying some pasta in Chris' favorite restaurant. He knew that he had to take you there on the first date. it brought him many happy memories of seeing this place and now he added one more, his first date with you.

"Hey, don't laugh at me, okay? My parents had little money growing up, so we never went. And now, I don't know, It's just weird going alone to Disneyland. Don't you think?"

He frowned at your question. Why would you go alone?

"Well, you don't have to go alone. Take your family with you. I always go with my whole family. My sisters, brother, cousins, everyone. You can do the same."

You laughed at his comment, thinking about how your family would hate that idea.

"I don't think so. My mom and dad aren't Disney fans just like I am. Plus, they would say that I spend my money on unnecessary stuff and that I don't know the value of money. I don't need to hear another entire speech about life and money just because I wanted to go to Disneyland. I got to hear that tons of times growing up that I know nothing."

He saw you became serious and tense. Talking about your parents was a hard topic for you, and he sensed that instantly. Chris wanted to comfort you and tell you that your parents were missing out, but it wasn't the place or the time.

"I'm so sorry. This is our first date, and I am already talking about my issues. As a therapist, you always listen to the problems of other people. Nobody listens to yours."

Chris felt a sting in his heart. You doubtless had so many things to tell, but nobody wanted to listen to you. If you only knew that he would listen to you forever.

"Don't worry sweetheart" he said, taking your hand as his. " I would love to listen to your voice all day, every day."

You smiled at him, with glistering eyes telling him that this was the sweetest thing someone ever said to you, without words. Chris understood. He could read your eyes so well and smile back.

He promised himself that day he would do everything in his power to make you feel safe to share your problems with him. And further to take you to Disneyland, but as a family.

It's safe to say that he kept his promise.

(part 2 anyone?)

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