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I’m Listening (Between The Lines)

Title: I’m Listening (Between The Lines)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Selectively Mute!Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Very mild language, mentions of being triggered, symptoms of PTSD and panic attacks

Summary: Y/N is in charge of reviewing the Avengers’ mission reports, and when Steve brings her coffee to apologize for all the paperwork, something more comes of it.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic! Please note that it is a work of fiction and people who are selectively mute may or may not communicate in the ways depicted in this story. Thank you for supporting my work by reading, liking, reblogging, and commenting! I couldn’t do this without you. Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

You’re hard at work on a stack of paperwork from the Avengers’ last mission when Elijah comes by your office with his delivery cart. He gives you an apologetic smile as he slides the second large pile into the only open space on your desk, his face twisting in sympathy.

“Sorry,” he says when your shoulders slump forward. “It was apparently a big one.” You nod and then he’s off again, heading back towards his cart and then to your floor’s mail room for whatever he’s supposed to deliver next.

The extra workload isn’t unexpected; you’ve known it was coming since your supervisor had mentioned off-hand that the team was going out again—something about a terrorist cell in Europe. It hasn’t been on the news, but you have a feeling that the whole thing is being kept on the down-low until all damages and casualties have been accounted for. Fury likes to know everything going into press conferences. In short, you have a long week ahead of you, with probably more late nights than not.

Elijah passes by the doorway a few minutes later with a full cart of parcels and papers, but you pay him no heed as you bury yourself back into your work. The blue light from the computer has most certainly contributed to your headache, and as you read through the mission reports from the mission in Latin America, you rub your temples with your free hand.

“I know that I’m probably the main cause of that headache,” you practically leap out of your seat when Captain Rogers appears in your office doorway, “so I figured I’d bring you a peace offering. Tony said it was your favorite.”

Captain Rogers holds up a brown paper takeout bag and sets it on the small table just inside the door. You give him a tight smile and a nod in thanks. He doesn’t leave, however, and you try not to look too uncomfortable with the situation as he leans against the doorframe. He’s still in his uniform. You’d dimmed the ceiling lights in favor of the lamp on your desk, but you can still see the thin coating of dirt, soot, and blood on his face. It covers the red, white, and blue of the suit, too.

“Hopefully we didn’t add too much work for you?” he prompts, and you reluctantly shake your head. It’s only the normal of work amount for an Avengers mission, which is a lot, but you’ve learned to manage it.

Slowly, you close the mission folder and set down your pen, then push away from your desk. Your muscles are tight but you refrain from stretching while he’s still standing there.

“That’s good,” he says. He pauses, then continues, “Thank you for being so thorough with the mission reports. I know I write a lot, but it’s important to me that everything is recorded. You never know when those details will come in handy.”

You nod again and force another smile. You’re exhausted and starving. You silently will him out of your office, then feel bad for wishing that Captain America would leave. He means well and he’s never been anything other than a gentleman. It’s not even that you don’t like him, because you very much do. He just… lingers. You’re never quite sure if it’s because he’s just curious about you or if it’s something more. Maybe you could ask the other employees in your department for their tricks for getting him out of your office. He never seemed to want to be around them as much as he did you.

Captain Rogers clears his throat and straightens when you approach to take the bag of food from where he’d set it down. When you turn your back to bring it back to your desk, he steps further into your office, following you.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you—”

You turn with eyebrows raised and with the food clutched against you, a little startled to find him this close when you’d purposely tried to create some distance. He’s now within arm’s reach.

“Sorry.” He raises his hands in apology and steps back into the doorway, watching you carefully. When you’ve relaxed a little and set the food down on the corner of your desk, he asks, “Would you want to grab a coffee some time? It can be in the shop in the lobby, if you’d rather not leave the building during your break.”

Confused, you frown at him. He wanted to buy you coffee? Why?

“Or you can tell me what you want and I can bring it to you,” he offers. “As a thank you for dealing with all our shit.”

Captain Rogers gestures to the teetering stacks of papers on your desk and you can’t help but smile a little. Hadn’t Tony mentioned that his teammate was a stickler for clean language?

The room fills with an uncomfortable silence and as the awkward pause seems to stretch on for too long, you reach for the tablet on your desk. He takes that as a sign to bow out while his dignity is still somewhat intact. Panicked, you race to find the button you want. You jab your index finger against the screen when the app finally loads the selection of neat little squares that represents your schedule.

“Tomorrow at 2:30pm Eastern Daylight Time,” FRIDAY reports through the overhead speakers.

You blink when the Captain turns around, visibly confused by FRIDAY’s sudden interruption into his escape. With the tablet still in hand, you press the button again, this time adding on the beginning you’d dropped in order to give him a quick answer.

“My break tomorrow is at 2:30pm Eastern Daylight Time,” FRIDAY says.

Slowly, Captain Rogers resumes his place in the doorway. You can tell he’s still processing your strange way of answering, so you offer him a small, encouraging smile. He doesn’t seem angry that you haven’t spoken aloud, just a little confused.

“Do you want to meet there or do you want me to bring you coffee here?” he finally asks.

You only have to glance at the tablet to input your response for FRIDAY to relay. “Please bring it here.”

“If I give you my number, can you tell me your coffee order?”

This time, you grab a sticky note from your desk and scribble down your order. You’re almost positive that the baristas will recognize it given the number of times you’ve frequented the cafe while working on Avenger mission reports. Captain Rogers steps into the office and takes the sticky note when you hold it out, his eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiles at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he says, holding up the sticky note. He backs up towards the door and gives you a small, awkward salute, then heads back down the hall towards the bank of elevators.

Grinning, you plop back down in your office chair and pull the bag of food into your lap. As soon as you’ve got it open, you can tell that it’s exactly what you like to order on long nights like these. The smell coming from the still-hot containers inside is warm and welcoming. Captain Rogers had definitely asked Tony about you. The thought shouldn’t make you giddy, but it does anyway. You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you scarf down the food and hurry to finish up your last set of reports so that you can head home.

The next day, Captain Rogers knocks on your door just as the digital clock on your desk changes to 2:30. You look up and smile, then gesture for him to come in while you close the report folder and set the papers aside. He’s got coffee cups in both hands and a pastry bag hanging precariously between his left index and middle fingers.

You quickly get to your feet and take the cup and bag and he holds out to you, smiling in thanks. He makes sure not to crowd you as you inspect the contents of the bag and the order scrawled on the cup in black marker.

“Everything right?” he asks, and you look up and nod. “Good. That’s good.”

He pauses, clearly wanting to say something else, so you raise your eyebrows at him expectantly. Captain Rogers glances at your desk and then forces a polite smile.

“I guess I’ll see you around? You look like you have a lot of work to do, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your break if you just want to sit and relax.”

When he goes to leave, you reach out and touch the side of his arm before you thinking twice. The pastry bag bumps against his arm as Captain Rogers stops and looks back at you. Hesitantly, you smile a little and nod over at the couch and chairs situated against one wall of your office. The room is small enough to suit your position at the Tower, but it’s also big enough that Tony had outfitted it with a couch, two armchairs, and a coffee table in addition to your desk and office chair. He took good care of you, and for that you were thankful. You’d yet to find a workplace as welcoming as the Avengers Tower, and that was saying something, given all the danger that surrounded your work. It helped that Tony had known you long before he’d become Iron Man.

The smile on Captain Roger’s face returned, but this time it was genuine. He nods in agreement and follows you over to the sitting area. You don’t fail to notice that he trails behind and lets you pick where you want to sit before taking a seat himself.

There’s a tablet built into the wall off to the side of the couch. You set your coffee and pastry down, then twist in your seat so you can pull the device from the wall. It pops out and the screen lights up automatically, scanning your face before unlocking the app that connects you to FRIDAY.

“Thank you for the coffee,” the AI says as your fingers fly over the screen. “You got everything right.”

“Well, they seemed to know your order as soon as I started reading it. I think I got a few words in before they asked if it was for you,” he replies.

Your cheeks heat up and you smile, ducking your head back down to tap at the tablet. “I go there a lot at night.”

“Doesn’t the workday end at 5:00?”

Nodding, you gesture with one hand at the large stacks of Avenger mission reports piled on your desk. You grab your coffee from the table with the other as Steve’s face flushes. Even his ears turn a little pink. It’s adorable.

“Oh.” He fiddles with the cup of coffee in his hands. It seems so small and you glance between your cup and his, wondering if he got a smaller sized drink or if he’s really just that big. “Sorry about that. Like I said last night, I—”

You hold up a hand to stop him before he can apologize and rationalize his actions again, then shake your head, hoping he understands. Thankfully, he nods and takes a small sip of his coffee.

“What did you get to drink?” you ask via FRIDAY.

“I usually get black coffee with a little bit of sugar.”

Your face must’ve clearly betrayed your thoughts because Captain Rogers laughs. He gestures with his cup at the one in your hands.

“I’ve tried something similar to yours. It was okay. I haven’t seem to find anything I really like, but I will say that even the plain coffee nowadays is better than the stuff we had when I was growing up.”

Smiling softly, you nod in understanding and set your cup down, then reach for the pastry he’d picked up for you. You pull it from the bag and tear it in half, holding one of the parts out for him to take.

“No, it’s okay,” he says, but you push it towards him insistently. Sharing is the least you can do.

Captain Rogers takes it after your push it a second time. You watch as he takes a bite, raising your eyebrows when he looks back up at you.

“This is amazing!”

You nod excitedly and pull up the keyboard on your tablet, typing as quickly as you can with only one hand.

“It’s my favorite. My mom used to get it for me on special occasions when I was little. I was happy when they added it to the menu here at the Tower.”

He’s smiling as he finishes his half of the pastry. You eat your own and you’re leaning forward to set the tablet on the coffee table when FRIDAY chimes through the speakers.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is on the phone for you. Shall I tell him you’re otherwise occupied? Your break is not scheduled to end for another three minutes.”

You tap the “yes” button on the tablet as you set it down and turn your body back towards Captain Rogers. He glances at the tablet, then at you.

“You can answer that if you want,” he says. “It’s probably important if Stark is calling you.”

Knowing it’s not, you shake your head with a small smile. You don’t talk on the phone and Tony knows that. If he’s calling you, it means that he’s somehow heard Captain Rogers is with you and he wants to interrupt. He likes to scare people away if he thinks they’ll be bad for you, and though you appreciate his protectiveness, you can take care of yourself. Captain Rogers is a good man. Logically, he should make you anxious. He’s a large man and he has abilities that would surely allow him to overpower you in an instant, but instead of fear, you feel safe. He would never hurt you and it’s easy to relax in his company.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and you nod again.

FRIDAY interrupts him before he can say anything more. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, but Mr. Stark is overriding my systems. Apparently it’s urgent.”

You roll your eyes as Captain Rogers raises an eyebrow. Instead of paying close attention to whatever Tony’s rambling about as his voice floods the speakers in your office, you sip your coffee and open up the notes app on your tablet so you can scrawl out a message with the attached stylus.

Captain Rogers is standing to leave when you tilt the screen for him to see. He pauses to read your message and then glances up at the ceiling where the speakers are inlaid. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“Don’t you need to go help him with OGRE?”

You frown and tilt your head a little, then tune into the sound of Tony’s voice. It’s not hard to track what he’s saying, but you’ve also gotten good at tuning him out over the years.

“—need you ASAP. Dum-E’s mostly just getting in the way today—this is your own fault, you know better than that—and Pepper’s out of the office on some good relations press tour, so you’re really the only person who can come help me sort out this OGRE business. Worry about all those reports later, we’ve got—”

As far as you know, Tony isn’t working on any new projects, secret or otherwise. You can usually tell when he’s keeping something under wraps, though he’s quick to clue you in about any developments in the “secret” projects. OGRE isn’t real. He’s making things up to get you away from Captain Rogers, and that irks you.

You clap twice, as loud as possible, and Tony stops speaking. It’s your surefire way of getting his attention and telling him to shut up.

“I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” he asks.

Huffing, you switch back to your communication app and tap the “yes” so that FRIDAY will relay your annoyance. For good measure, you add the “asshole” button as an afterthought.

Tony chuckles on the other end of the line. Your words are being communicated directly to him through FRIDAY, but they’re not coming through the speakers, and you catch the Captain watching you and the screen out of the corner of your eye.

“Your break ended a minute ago, Y/N,” Tony says, and you can hear the teasing in his voice. “Why don’t you come up and help me? I’m sure Steve has more important things to be working on.”

“I don’t,” Captain Rogers flatly replies. “And we were enjoying ourselves until you interrupted. Why do you need Y/N’s help anyway? She doesn’t work in the science division.”

You try not to seem insulted at his answer. Of course he doesn’t know about your longstanding friendship with Tony, and there’s no way for him to know that you’d been working on a graduate degree at MIT before you’d had to drop out your senior year after everything that had happened. Tony and Fury buried that deep within SHIELD records at your request. You don’t want to be dragged into anything that could possibly trigger you, though you’ve gotten better at it over the years. Tony is careful not to invite you up while he’s working on anything that could be a possible trigger.

As subtly as possible, you tap a few buttons on the tablet screen, letting Tony know you’ll be up in a few minutes. He’s quiet for a moment before FRIDAY informs you that he’s ended the call.

Captain Rogers is frowning when you glance over at him. You reach over with one hand and tap his, giving him a worried look.

“I’m fine,” he replies, shaking his head. “Does Tony always demand things like that during your break? It’s no wonder you’re here so late all the time?”

You pause, wondering how to approach the topic, especially since he’s clearly noted that you often leave late. Has he been keeping tabs on you?

FRIDAY relays your message after you finish pressing all the buttons you want. “Tony and I are friends. We met when I was working on my doctorate at MIT. He’s just trying to get a reaction out of both of us, but he probably also wants my help with something that he doesn’t really need help with. I’m a good sounding board, apparently.”

You offer the Captain a small smile when FRIDAY finishes speaking, and he relaxes a little. Carefully, you set the tablet down aside. He stands as you do and you both tidy up the coffee and pasty trash.

“Thank you for humoring me during your break,” Captain Rogers says as you put the tablet back into the built-in dock on the wall.

Smiling, you glance over your shoulder at him, then click the tablet into place. “I had fun, Captain Rogers. Thank you,” you tap out before stepping away from the device. You grab your coffee from where you’d set it on the edge of the desk, if only to have something to hold so you’re not standing awkwardly in front of him.

“Please call me Steve. Maybe we can do this again sometime?” he asks. After a moment, you nod in response. Steve smiles wide. “Have a good day, Y/N.”

You wave a little and watch in silence as he leaves. The butterflies in your stomach are back, launched into flight by the sight of his smile. It makes you wonder if he had such a winning smile before the serum. If he had, maybe he would’ve eventually been scooped up by some pretty girl who didn’t mind him being on the small side. You definitely wouldn’t have.

Coffee breaks with Steve become a regular occurrence, and it’s one of the best parts of your day. He’s being sent on more missions than usual lately, so after your third break together, he offers his phone number so that the two of you can text. You graciously hand over your phone and hope that he can’t hear your heart as it tries to beat out of your chest in excitement.

It’s on one of the days that Steve is out on a mission with the rest of his team, Tony included, that something triggers you. You woke up feeling a little queasy, but you’d pushed it aside and gone to the office anyway. Now you regretted that decision.

Something one of your co-workers had put in the break room microwave triggered something in your brain. The smell is somehow wafting across the entire floor of offices and cubicles, and you’d seen a few peoples’ disgusted faces before the scent had made it to you. All bets were off as soon as you’d smelt it. Instantly, you were back in the lab at MIT, staring down the man you’d once considered a mentor.

You blink away the memory and curl up on the floor with your back against your desk drawers. The handles dig painfully against your spine but it doesn’t really register as you fumble with your tablet, pressing the button that turns the clear glass wall of your office into an opaque one so that your co-workers couldn’t see you melting down. You manage to press the button to turn on the fans in your office too, hoping that will force the smell away from you quicker. You’re fading fast, and you react on instinct, grabbing your phone and pressing the call button.

“Hey, Y/N.”

When Steve’s voice comes over the speaker on your phone, you’re frantic. Why was he answering? Had something happened to Tony? He sounded too casual for something to be wrong.

“Y/N, are you there?” Steve asks.

You’re frozen in place even though your heart and mind are racing inside of you. How you’d managed to call him instead of Tony, you’re not sure, but you can’t speak over the phone, especially not with him, and you don’t know what to do. If you just hang up, Steve could call back, and you don’t think you have the mental capacity to text right now.

There’s a loud rumbling in the background of the call, but you can hear faint voices as well. Struggling to focus, you shudder and close your eyes, listening carefully to try and decipher what they’re saying.

The first person you can pick out is Tony. His voice sounds tinny and far away, but it’s definitely him. “Is that Y/N? Did she call you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve says, pulling slightly away from the phone before lifting it back to his ear. “Y/N, is everything okay?”

“FRIDAY’s sensing something’s wrong. Her heart rate and blood pressure are high and she’s breathing abnormally,” Tony says, and you grimace. Of course the AI noticed your vitals were off. You try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down, but your skin is crawling and your muscles all feel too tense.

Steve brings you back to the present when he speaks again. His voice is a little bit softer this time. “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay. Whatever happened, it’s going to be okay. FRIDAY would’ve told us if something was really wrong in the building, so I know it’s not that. I just need to know if you’re safe or not, Y/N. Can you let me know somehow if you’re safe?”

You don’t know how to tell him that it’s all in your head and that you don’t necessarily trust yourself right now, so you stay silent and motionless, curled up in a ball behind your desk.

“Do you want me to send someone to check on you?” Steve asks.

A panicked grunt escapes from the depths of your chest before you think twice, and you grip the phone harder.

“Okay, I won’t send anyone. Can you… Do you think you could clap? Or click for me?” Steve demonstrates, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth one time. The ridiculous idea of him making that noise in an airplane full of Avengers loosens the knot in your chest. After a moment, you mimic the sound.

“Good, that’s good,” he soothes. “Once for yes, twice for no, okay? Are you safe?”

It takes you a second, but you click once. Steve’s sigh of relief on the other end of the call is audible.

“Good. Are you injured?”

You click twice.

“Do you want me to distract you from whatever’s going on?”

One click.

That’s all the confirmation he needs, and then Steve is launching into some story about Clint and Tony arguing over the food that they brought with them on the mission. Apparently, they had a rotating cycle of who was in charge, and Tony had somehow found a way to rig it so that he was the person who chose the food for the last three missions. That sounded exactly like something he would do, and by the time Steve has finished the story and moved onto a new one, you’re more yourself.

The noise in the background of the call lessens over time, and the voices of the other Avengers disappear after Steve’s fourth story. You’re enraptured by the smooth, low sound of his voice over the phone speaker. Slowly but surely, you relax enough that your muscles can finally unclench and you move from being tightly curled against the desk to having your legs sprawled out in front of you a little. Your body still feels heavy, though, and you carefully move to lay on the floor on your side. The plush rug you added to your office is suddenly a godsend and you’re mobile enough now to reach up and grab the pillow from your desk chair. It’s normally just a back support pillow, something you’d deemed a necessity after sitting for hours on end, but now it’s a source of comfort as you tuck it underneath your head.

“You still with me, Y/N?” Steve finally asks.

You’re drowsy now that the panic has washed away and the adrenaline is leaving your system, but you cluck your tongue once. You swallow and try to rid your mouth of the dryness. It takes a great effort, but you manage to force out a weak “thank you” in the quiet.

Steve doesn’t hesitate or seem surprised by your response. “You don’t need to thank me,” he says. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N.”

That makes you smile. You put the phone on speaker and set it beside you on the floor, then close your eyes again.

“We’re back at the tower now. I’ll come check on you as soon as I’m cleared by medical. Are you in your office?” You click once in response. “Okay. Tony’s already been cleared so I think he’s coming to find you. I’ll stay on the line and talk when I can, but even if you can’t hear me, know that I’m here on the phone. Alright, sweetheart?”

You click again and listen as Steve goes back to telling his stories. After a while, he stops talking and you can hear someone else, presumably one of the medical team members, talking to him.

While Steve is occupied by one of the Tower doctors, your office door opens and someone enters the room. You don’t need to sit up or open your eyes to know that it’s Tony because he’s muttering about the overpowering smell. Apparently, it’s not just your floor that’s feeling the effects of your co-worker’s horrible meal choices. A wave of the smell enters with him and you have to brace yourself as your mind screams at you, your old mentor’s words banging around in your skull. For a moment, you doubt if it’s really you that’s sitting in your office. Maybe you’re still at MIT and this is all just another experiment being done on you.

“Hey there, kiddo.”

Slowly, you blink open your eyes and stare up at Tony. He’s crouched beside you, one hand braced on the corner of the desk so he doesn’t lose his balance.

“It’s pretty bad out there. I’m sending everyone home early and I turned on the fans in every room on the floor. You hurt?” he asks, though you’re positive he already knows the answer because of Steve.

You shake your head and move into a sitting position. It takes you longer than it should but he doesn’t rush you or seem impatient. Tony understands what it’s like after being triggered.

“I think Steve is probably on the way up. Do you want me to help you back to your apartment after he’s checked on you, or do you want him to help?” Tony asks.

After thinking it over, you hold up two fingers—option two, have Steve help you. Tony smiles a little, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shifts to sit on the floor instead of crouch.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

You’re very aware that Steve is still on the phone and you glance down at the device, then up at Tony. It’s clear that the genius knew exactly what he was doing and that he already knew that Steve was still present in some capacity. Your cheeks feel hot as you nod.

“Steve and I don’t always get along. My therapist would say that we should find middle ground and work out our issues since we’re both grown adults” Tony begins, waving a hand dismissively. “I trust your judgement, Y/N. You’re smart. You don’t need my permission or approval if you want to date him, but as your friend, I want you to know that if he makes you happy, then I’ll be happy about it. He always seems to be on your best behavior around you, which is good. You’re a lot more relaxed around him than anybody else on the team, besides me, of course..”

Tony has bad timing for heart-to-heart conversations and though you still feel a little bit like you’re in the wrong body and itching to get out, you appreciate that he’s telling you what’s on his mind. He doesn’t often do that, not when other people—like Steve—could overhear. It’s forcing you to stay present with him.

You nod a little and then Tony is producing a water bottle from somewhere and asking if you’d like to have some. He mothers you until there’s a soft knock at the door.

“That’s Steve,” Tony tells you. “You’re good if I let him and head up to see Pep? She’s got an early flight out in the morning and I want to make sure we’ve got time together tonight.”

You nod again and he gets up. He leaves you behind the desk and you reach out to tap the red button on your phone to end the call now that Steve’s here with you. A few moments later, Steve is occupying the spot where Tony had just been sitting. He’s clearly worried, but he’s trying to act casual about the whole thing, and he’s practically doing a whole song and dance to make sure you’re comfortable after what’s happened, even though he doesn’t even really know what happened.

“Steve,” you murmur, smiling a little. Your throat is tight and it feels like someone’s scraping sandpaper over the tissue and muscles there as you speak.

He pauses and meets your eyes. “Yes?”

You reach out and take his hand in yours, squeezing once. He squeezes back and you keep hold of his hand as you look up at the tablet on your desk. It’s just out of your reach, but Steve grabs it easily and sets it on the floor between the two of you.

With your free hand, you open the app and tap a few buttons.

“Will you take me to my apartment?” FRIDAY asks.

The AI’s voice comes through all the speakers in the room and you flinch at the volume. You’re not as wound up as before, however, so you’re able to switch the settings on the tablet so that it’s no longer connected to FRIDAY and instead just coming through the tiny speakers on the device.

“Yeah, I can,” Steve answers. He rubs his thumb over your hand in small, soothing strokes. “What’s your address?”

“I live on floor 23,” you tap out. “Unit 46.”

He huffs a little, smiling. “No kidding. We’re almost neighbors. How did I miss that?”

You shrug at him and lock the tablet, then gather up your phone and the pillow from your lap. Steve stands first. He offers to help you to your feet and you nod in consent. His hands are gentle as he guides you until you’re standing upright, and though you’re a little dizzy from not eating most of the day, you’re mostly stable.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk?” he asks.

Slowly, you nod. You drop the pillow back onto your desk chair where it belongs and tuck your phone into your pocket, then adjust the tablet so you can tap on it again.

“The smell is the problem,” the tiny speakers announce for you. “I don’t know what will happen when we leave my office.”

Steve nods in understanding and places a gentle hand on the small of your back. “I’m right here,” he reassures you. “I can carry you or find a place for you to sit if we need to take a break.”

The two of you leave your office and make it to your apartment with little difficulty. You leave the tablet behind on your desk. Like he promised, Steve supports you when you need it, and he slows down after you get off the elevator on your floor so that you can steady yourself.

“You gonna be okay?” he asks as you arrive outside the door of your apartment. The hall is empty of other agents and employees, though it’s close to dinner time, so you imagine that most of them are either out or making their way towards one of the cafes and cafeterias inside the Tower.

You nod and pull out your phone, typing quickly and then showing him the screen.

“You want me to stay? Are you sure?” Steve goes to shove his hands in his jacket pockets. He’s still dressed in his suit from the mission, so there’s no pockets, and his entire face flushes when his hands jab at nothing. He drops them back down to his sides as a giggle escapes you. Though he’s still pink, he grins wide at the sound.

Typing furiously, you tell him that of course you want him to stay. It’s helpful for you to have company to keep you present, and you trust him.

“I’m not exactly good company after missions,” he tells you. “I need to shower.”

You smile in understanding and type out another message. He watches over your shoulder, reading as you go. He seems a little relieved when you reassure him that he doesn’t need to talk if he just wants to relax after his mission.

“Watching movies sounds good. There’s so many I haven’t seen yet. Do you want to pick one of your favorites while I shower? I can come back with snacks.”

The promise of snacks makes you smile, and Steve smiles back. When you nod, he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. Your face is warm when he pulls away, and your smile turns shy as Steve backs away from you with a little wave.

“I’ll be back soon, Y/N,” he says, and you nod at him before heading into your room to set up the movie night.

As an afterthought, you pull out your phone and text him a few of your favorite snacks. Steve is quick to reply. He already knows what you like, apparently, and the sweet texts he sends you are enough to make your horrible afternoon feel like almost nothing.

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canthelpit0 · 6 days

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Silent

Pairing: Matt x reader

Wordcount: 1.8k +

Summary: you’ve always quietly watched the triplets, silently wishing you could be a part of a group like them. Until you and Matt talk for the first time…

Warnings: selective mutism, anxiety, crying, angst, praise, no use of y/n, no oc

(Disclaimer: I’m not mute in any way. This was a request from an anon that I accidentally deleted. Hope you like it ! Requests are open)

I developed selective mutism pretty early on. My mom says that I didn’t talk even back in kindergarten.

But it’s been years now.

I can talk, and I can’t shut the fuck up for the life of me. I talk a lot, even have full conversations with myself.

Just not at school, or around new people. God, especially not in school.

It’s not like I want to be the ‘ weird’ mute kid. I would love to talk and make friends, I just physically can’t open my mouth and talk.

It even took months for me to utter simple words to my therapist, tho by this point I’ve known her for years and I’m pretty comfortable.

There are these triplets in my grade. We’ve always gone to the same school, but I don’t think they ever noticed me.

Well the first time I noticed them was in first grade, because there were three of them. Of corse my six year old self didn’t understand the concept of multiples back then, and I really wanted to ask, and talk to them. I really thought they were cool.

The first time I interacted with any of them tho was when I was in fourth grade and Nick had asked to use my dark green pencil since he only had light green and needed both dark and light.

Back in fourth grade I wasn’t just selectively mute, but also really shy. So I’d just looked down and stared at the desk giving him a small nod.

In freshmen year I shared a class with Nick again, he asked me for a pen, wich I gave to him.

Despite not having talked to him once in my entire life, he remembered my name. Wich isn’t too shocking since we’ve always been around each other, I was just kinda in the shadows.

He actually gave me that pen back. Most other people would’ve forgotten and just taken it, but Nick didn’t and I appreciated that.

I only ever interacted with Nick those two times. despite sharing a few classes with both Chris and Matt over the years, I’ve probably never even held eye contact with either of them.

I’ve been watching everyone.

Bullying isn’t really a thing. Sure there were some hurtful comments by jocks here and there but it really wasn’t as bad as in the movies.

Besides I think most people forget i even exist so they don’t even bother bullying me.

I’ve had my eye on Matt for a while. Not in a weird way. But Matt seems to pretty obviously have anxiety too. I don’t know if he’s open about it, I’m not in his friend circle.

But every time I’m feeling overwhelmed and we’re in the same room, I unconsciously glance at him to see if he feels the same or if I’m just going crazy.

Chris seems to be the loudest and most extroverted one. And while yes, Nick seems pretty extroverted too, Chris seems more… random? Bold?

I sulk in the back of the class my lips pulled into a tight line as I try to get myself together.

There is literally no reason for me to be feeling like this. Honestly no one has tried to talk to me today, nothing happened, I just feel so overwhelmed.

I raise my hand just slightly. I make eye contact with the teacher. Mrs. Evans. I literally love her, she’s so kind.

Her son is apparently mute too.

When I was diagnosed with selective mutism they thought it’d be a great idea to make me learn sign language just in case, and that’s just what I did.

Since Mrs. Evans son is mute, her son, as well as her and her husband also learned sign language.

So whenever I needed something I could sign to her. Not that I wouldn’t be too embarrassed too.

Our eyes lock. Everyone was working on some paper I should also be doing, but I’m too busy hyperventilating.

I let my hand drop on my desk and glance at the door quietly asking if I can go to the nurses office since I was too tired and ashamed to sign it to her.

She gives me a pitying smile but nods. I hate pity, but then again that’s better than getting told im faking.

I look around the class of students. I get up, as quiet as I can. I pack up my little stuff and quietly walk to the front of the class. I nod in appreciation and walk outside.

I stare at the ground while I walk down the hallway. I sigh.

I feel my eyes start to water and I bite the inside of my cheek.

Honestly I should probably go to the nurses office to get checked out, just so I can leave. But I don’t think I can handle communicating with another human.

I feel like I’m about to break down. I continue to walk down the hallway clutching the straps of my bag harshly.

I consider if driving home even is a good idea seeing as I’m about to have a mental breakdown. Or-

Suddenly I bump into someone.

I close my eyes trying not to cry right then. I don’t know who I bumped into but I want to apologize, but I know that I can’t, and since I don’t know who I bumped into I don’t know if it’s someone who’ll be mean about it or-

I’m taken off guard by a gentle brush to my upper arm.

“You’re good, it’s okay” I hear a soft voice say. I can feel my lip quivering, I feel like if I open my eyes the tears brimming at my waterline will actually fall.

“can you open your eyes?” It sounds more like a question, and that voice sounds painfully familiar but I can’t quite place it.

I want to tell him that I can’t, that I’ll cry if I do and I’ll feel even more embarrassed. But my curiosity takes over me.

So I slightly blink open my eyes. I don’t open my eyes fully, just enough to see the person through my tears.

It’s Matt, looking down at me all concerned.

I blink my eyes open. at the sight I watch his expression relax just slightly.

He himself looks overwhelmed, and honestly I don’t know if it’s because of how I’m acting, or if he had a shitty day himself.

“You okay?” He sighs slightly. I watch as he licks his lips and swallows thickly.

I take in another deep breath trying to calm down. I nod just slightly, but while I do the tears in my eyes finally spill.

I feel my hot tears run down my face. Matt’s eyes immediately widen and his mouth opens slightly like he thinks it’s his fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no please don’t cry.” He holds up his hands in front of my face as if he wanted to wipe my tears away but was holding himself back because he didn’t know my boundaries.

He looked miserable, like he was about to cry himself. And I just know that something this wouldn’t have him emotional like this on a normal day. At least I don’t think it would. But he seemed to be overwhelmed as well.

I scrunch my nose slightly sniffling in response. I glance back up at him and the sorrow in his eyes makes me want to sink into myself. I breathe out shakily.

Before I know it I’m bringing my hands up to my face and covering it. I tilt my head forward trying to stop crying, because crying in the school halls is just pathetic.

“I’m sorry. Fuck- can I touch you?” I hear his frantic voice. I appreciate that he asked first. I want a hug, but then again I don’t know Matt. But he just seems so genuine.

I overthink not responding to his question. My thoughts spiral at the sound of the sweet nothings and apologies leaving his mouth, only being back round noise.

Matt seems to notice that I’m starting to spiral. I feel his hand tenderly touch my wrist. I flinch slightly, and as soon as I do I feel him retract his hand.

Everybody deals with anxiety differently, some people like to be physically grounded others liked to be comforted some other way and I just knew that Matt was trying to figure out what to do without overstepping.

I’d tell him that it’s okay, or that he can hug me, but I literally can’t speak and I feel too embarrassed to let him see my teary face.

“I’m sorry, I’m-“ I hear Matt let out a breath. I know an anxiety breath when I hear one, he is panicking.

I decide to bite the bullet, what’s the worst that can happen. I look up slightly and peak through my fingers.

His hands are up and frozen. He looks almost frantic, Matt looks like the only way he knows how to ground me is by hugging me or something, but he seems unsure if that’s okay.

Despite myself I let out a little nod. Matt lets out another breath but this time he actually touches me, and I don’t flinch.

He holds my wrist and gently pulls my hands off of my face.

I let out a shaky sigh. I can’t help it when I let my head fall forward.

“It’s okay.” He says sweetly under his breath. He puts his hand under my chin as he picks my face up. Our eyes lock. I see the way Matt is also crying, tears running down his face too and I relax just a little.

He never seemed like the type to make fun of someone for crying, but especially not now.

“You wanna go to my car?” He says softly, not in a way where he is forcing me to do anything, but rather offering.

And honestly as upset as i am I have to weigh my options. Would I rather cry in the school hallways or in Matt’s car?

The best option would be to go to the bathroom, but Matt wouldn’t be able to come with, and honestly I would feel too bad leaving him alone at this point.

So I nod.

I feel Matt’s arm go around my shoulders as he hugs me for a moment. He turns me, and starts walking in a way where his arm is still around my shoulder keeping me close to him.

We walk out to the parking lot. I watch as Matt unlocks the car and opens the door for me to enter.

And by this point, if I go out this way so be it…

Before i can even register Matt is also getting into the backseat next to me.

We just look at each other for a moment. He breathes out another anxiety sigh.

“You want a hug?” And with that I don’t really know if he’s asking for me, or to comfort himself. But regardless I nod.

I feel his arms come around me and I sink into the feeling of his hug.

I’m uncertain if by tomorrow he’ll act like this all never happened, or if he’ll try to get to know me, because I’ve been wanting to know him for a while and I would more then gladly let him.

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A/n: I know this is really short and I’ve been uploading a lot of angst recently. But I’ve been feeling sad, and every time I do write smut it’s for Kinktober. Soon you’ll get smut tho. Also this ended up a lot like crybaby. <3

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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''I need you, Daddy!''

Pairing | Fiancé!Chris Evans x Fiancée!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 800 words

Summary | Chris is in an online interview and you're feeling needy. The only way to rid yourself of your feelings is by giving him the blowjob of his life, making it all even more interesting when you find out the interview is broadcast live on national television.

Warning(s) | RPF, established relationship ~ Fiancé/Fiancée, use of pet name ~ Princess, large age gap (10-12 years difference), semi-innocent Reader

Smut | Porn with very little to no plot, blowjob, cum swallowing, Daddy kink

A/n | This drabble came to life after a rather interesting conversation about Chris with my dear friend @cevansbaby-dove, and since I couldn't stop thinking about it, you're all going down the rabbit hole that is my dirty mind with me. This isn't proofread; any and all mistakes are completely my own.

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Chris is getting ready for his interview with Good Morning America, and his laptop is about to be set up when you make your way over to him.

''Hi Princess,'' he tells you as you sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.

''Daddy...'' you whine softly, and by the tone of voice alone, Chris already knows what's happening.

''What's wrong, Princess? Are you feeling needy for Daddy right now?'' he asks as he pulls you closer, his hands resting on your ass, kneading them softly.

''I need you, Daddy! I'm all tingly right now,'' you tell him, and he kisses your lips softly when you're pouting.

''But Daddy can't help you right now, Princess; I have to give an interview for GMA in about 10 minutes. After the interview, Daddy has the entire day free just for you, alright?'' he asks, but you shake your head.

He raises an eyebrow at you as a warning, and after a soft ''Okay, Daddy, I'm sorry,'' you slide off his lap and go to where Dodger is peacefully lying on the floor. If Chris won't give you the attention you need, you could provide your other best friend some scratches.

You're quickly running out of patience, though, and once Chris's interview has started, you're suddenly getting an idea, which has you sporting a huge smile as you get up and walk over to where Chris is seated at the table.

It's good he doesn't notice you as you go down on your knees, and you crawl under the dining room table, taking your seat between his spread legs.

How can you not take his invitation when he's seated like that?! His bulge is already pressing against his jeans, and when you rub your hand over it, you can hear Chris' breath hitch ever so slightly.

It's not enough for everyone to pick up on, but you're so close that it's hard to miss, and it makes your heart race in excitement. You two have talked about this scenario a few times, but you only went as far as doing it today.

Your fingers swiftly open the button and zipper of his jeans without making any noise before pulling out his cock, which is about halfway hard right now.

Chris has to try very hard to keep a straight face, and it's already tricky when you're just stroking him, but when you wrap your lips around his tip, he's an absolute goner.

It takes every last bit of willpower in his body not to give anything away as you take more of him into your mouth, suckling softly as your tongue is pressed against the underside, just the way he likes it.

You repeat this motion a few times before pulling off and giving some special attention to his tip, and when you can tell he's almost about to cum he reaches under the table, grabbing your hair.

He pushes you further onto his cock while taking a deep breath, his hand moving you over his cock, your nails digging into his thighs as you let him use you to reach his high.

It doesn't take long, and he manages to mute his microphone before letting out a deep groan as he cums, his cum coating your mouth, tongue, and throat in long spurts.

You moan softly as you swallow every last drop, and he whispers a 'good girl' before getting back to his interview, but his hand isn't letting you go.

It is immediately apparent to you that he wants you to stay there and cockwarm him with your mouth, and that is precisely what you do until he's done with his interview.

By the time his interview is over, your pussy is throbbing with need, and he's gotten hard again, and he shuts his laptop, sliding it aside before pulling you from underneath the table.

''You really couldn't wait to feel Daddy's cock inside you, huh? Such a needy Princess for her Daddy's cock that you just had to go and suck him off?'' e tells you before hiking up your dress, pushing your panties to the side, and shoving his cock in with one thrust.

''Daddy's going to show you who's really in charge here, and you can be sure you won't be walking far when I'm done with you, Princess,'' he tells you, his hand hooked behind your neck, forcing you to look where you two are connecting.

That is the beginning of every single way he is about to ruin you for the rest of the day, just like he promised. And he made true to his other promise too, as you couldn't walk for the rest of that day and the next one.

It's good that you didn't have anywhere to go because this man will ruin you daily. And you will happily let him whenever he pleases.

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Love On Camera II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, smut in this part, oral female receiving

Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish my work or I will have you reported✨

Part 1 Part 3

The schedules were out and it looks like you were already scheduled with Chris. What seems to be multiple times too.

Guess the ratings went through the roof with you two. Apparently yours and Chris's video was the most watched video in one night. It made you feel good hearing people were already in love with you.

You really mind doing the rest of your films with Chris anyway, but they told you it didn't work like that. In the world of adult film you had to make movies with people you weren't interested in.

Although you really were looking forward to doing another film with Chris. It had your lips feeling numb, and the tips of your fingers tingling.

Laying on the couch watching random shows you heard a loud knock on the door. Muting the television as you stood up to go see who was at the door.

You weren't expecting anyone nor did you know anybody else in the city. Maybe it was the wrong door, and they didn't realize it. This was someone you didn't expect though to be standing on the other side with a huge smile.

"Chris." You stated looking him up and down. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I would drop by and come see you." Shoving his hands in his pockets as you stood there shocked.

"How did you find out where I lived?" Scrunching your eyebrows at him.

"The office gave it to me." He said like it was no big deal. "I hope that's okay."

A part of you wanted to say yes it did bother you, but you were afraid you would then lose him. Not wanting to risk that you put on a big smile and welcomed him in.

"Of course not it just surprised me." He walked in as you shut the door behind him. He looked around checking the place out making you a little nervous.

"Nice place you got here." He complimented and you just nodded.

"Is there something you needed?" Asking out of curiosity crossing your arms underneath your breasts.

"Not really I just thought we could hang out." His voice became soft making you feel bad for sounding harsh for his drop by.

"Sorry I just didn't expect you would want to see me outside of work." You choked out the last word. "If that's what you call it."

"No I'm sorry I should have asked if this was okay." He seemed nervous almost like he didn't know how to act.

"It's actually nice to have some company." You smiled to whir he returned. "Since I don't know anybody here."

"Well let's get this party started." He hollered clapping his hands together making you laugh.

"Party for just two people?" Raising an eyebrow.

"Even better." He wiggled his eyebrows at you making your cheeks heat up.

The two of you talked for quite some time about each other. You got to find out that he had a brother and two sisters. He grew up normally from you understood.

Admitting he loved sex and the feeling it always have him, so he decided to get paid to have sex. He started off as a low ranking actor who only got small roles in commercials. He wasn't happy with his life so he made the decision, and he's glad that he did.

Afraid to tell his family what he was doing for the past year, but they accepted him still anyway. It was never brought up whenever he came home for holidays though.

When he did mention sex though the air around the two of you became heavy. It was like there was always this pull towards him you couldn't control. It was intoxicating but also very dangerous.

The way he looked into your eyes and just stared had your heart beating so fast. It was getting hard to swallow the longer you were talking with him. You started to feel that pressure between your legs again. Clenching your thighs together to help ease the ache.

"You got anything to drink around here?" He asked as he stood up.

"Yeah I'll get it." You told him making him sit back down as you headed to the kitchen. "I've got water, soda, tea, vodka, whiskey, tequila you name it I've got it."

"I'll take tequila." With a nod you stood in the kitchen and grabbed a cup with some ice.

Grabbing the bottle you stood with your back to him. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Suddenly the room became very quiet and tense. Holding the bottle in your hand it sounded like something moved behind you.

Slowly pouring the liquid into the glass you felt a warm body standing right behind you. Keeping your head down as your breathing became shallow.

As if time was slowing down feeling him press right up against your figure. Your eyes focusing on the still empty glass. Unable to move or feel like you could even breath.

Feeling his hot breath fanning across your neck making the hairs on your skin stand straight. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body back against his. Dropping the bottle back onto the counter.

His lips softly grazing your exposed neck kissing the skin making you moan. The stubble on his face rubbing against your shoulder as he moved his lips around your neck and shoulder. Your hard nipples pushing painfully against your shirt.

"God I want you so bad." He growled into your ear making you close your eyes.

Leaning your head back against his chest as you let him take over. His touch was so gentle but sensual at the same time. If you weren't wet before you were right now.

"I got to feel how tight that pussy was for me." His left hand moved down your hips moving towards your front. "Now I want a taste."

Gasping as your felt his warm hand reach inside your sweatpants cupping your pussy. His mouth open slightly as he felt how soaked you had become cause of him.

"Fuck baby all for me?" He teased as his pointer and middle finger rubbed up and down your folds. Hearing the sound of your wet pussy as he slid his fingers down.

Feeling yourself moving your hips around to get more of a feel for his fingers. Chuckling into your ear at how easily he could control you.

"Such a dirty little slut." That was the first time he's called you that, and you loved it.

His other hand gripped your hip as he twirled you around to face him. Sticking the same two fingers that were just inside you into his mouth. Groaning against his fingers as licked your juices off.

Standing there in awe that a man could make you feel this way. Something as simple as licking his fingers had you wanting to bend over this counter.

Grabbing you swiftly as he placed you on top of the counter making you squeal. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as he gripped your pants, pulling them down your legs, throwing them to the side.

"Little pussy all wet for me." He spoke as he looked down between your legs. Your pussy glistening in his view making him lick his lips.

Getting down on his knees as he spread your legs apart by keeping his hands on your ankles. Keeping yourself balanced by leaning on your hands.

He started to kiss from your ankle all the way up to your inner thigh. Every other kiss he would glance up at you to see how crazy he was driving you. Your mouth was opened as shallow breaths left your lungs.

His mouth was inches from your folds, and you found yourself lifting your hips just wanting to feel his tongue. He chuckled at your eagerness, and instead of teasing you more he placed his entire mouth on your wet folds.

Leaning your head back as you moaned out loud. Sticking his tongue out so he could slowly lick you from the bottom of your pussy to your clit that was now poking out.

"Oh fuck Chris." Moaning louder than you intended, but it just felt too good.

Doing that movement over and over again. He started to draw figure eights against your folds. Teasingly sticking his tongue inside you very fast quickly pulling it out making you gasp.

"You taste even sweeter than you look." He groaned as he licked your pussy again.

It was hot to hear him talk about you like this while he was on his knees. You've never felt more powerful than where you were sitting right now.

His tongue was moving faster this time as he rapidly moved it up and down against your pussy. Flicking his tongue around your clit making your squeal as you gripped his hair. He loved how sensitive you were.

"God yes lick my pussy Chris." Those words were enough motivation for him to turn into the animal he was meant to be.

For several minutes he kept the same pattern and rhythm up without breaking a beat. Your hands went from gripping his hair to gripping the edge of the counter. Unable to control your body or hands anymore.

"Feel my tongue baby." He encouraged you not to think too much and just feel. "Imagine my cock."

He then would trace circles around your clit for a few seconds, and then slurp your pussy. He was eating you out like you were legit his favorite meal, and he couldn't get enough of you.

He kept that same movement up until he felt your legs shaking against his hands. Burying his face between your legs as he stuck his tongue inside of you growling when he felt your insides clenching around his tongue.

"That's it sweet baby." He cooed up at you as he maintained his eye contact with what was between your legs. "Feed me."

Looking down to see his mouth practically swallowing your entire pussy. Grinding your hips against his face trying to feel more of his tongue. His hands keeping a grip on your knees to keep you open and spread for him.

Feeling your lower stomach tightening you knew you were seconds away from cumming on his face. Your moans filling the room you were glad at this moment you didn't have a roommate otherwise that would have been embarrassing.

"Ugh yes right there." Encouraging him to not lose the spot that had you seeing stars.

Chris knew you were close as his mouth left your pussy and started to suck on your now swollen clit making you scream. Your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

"God yes yes yes." Squealing through your tightly bit teeth.

Making eye contact with him as you felt your orgasm swiftly approaching you. His tongue felt so good you could stay like this forever. You were never one to be eaten out like this, but if he were the one doing it all the time you wouldn't mind it.

"Cum around my face baby." He commanded you as he stuck his tongue back in your pussy.

At the same time he moved one of his hands so his fingers could flick your clit as well. It was like a fire was being ignited inside of you, and you were about to lose control.

Your senses were becoming overwhelmed and your body was basically grinding against him and the counter. Feeling the urge to pee you kept trying to push his head away from you but he stayed right where he was.

"Shit I'm gonna cum Chris." You moaned almost as a warning but that only encouraged him to move his tongue and fingers faster.

Chris moved his hands then to your hips when he felt your pussy squeezing around his tongue. He knew you were close, and he planned to bring you to your orgasm. Your thighs clenching around his head as you tried not to suffocate him.

Your stomach tightening as you felt your release hitting you quickly. Chris swallowed every last drop of you and he groaned loudly as he did it. Your body started to relax when you were coming down from you high.

"Oh my god." You panted as you felt a drop of sweat roll down your back.

Chris stood up as he kept his hands on your hips. A layer of your arousal covering the scruff around his lips. Taking his fingers and wiping it off then sticking those fingers inside of his mouth groaning at the taste of you.

You sat there out of breath and satisfied. He looked across your face to make sure you were okay. Once you weakly smiled at him he placed his lips against yours, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

Placing your hands on his hips as the two of you made out on top of the counter. It was like he couldn't get enough of you, and had to feel every inch of your body.

"Next time you're sitting on my face." He joked as he poured himself a drink shooting the whole glass smirking when he set the glass down.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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The Summer I Met You

pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader

Summary:Chris meets Shy Reader. The reader is traveling with girlfriends and is mostly ignored and turned on. Such as eating less or talking more. Chris can't look at it more and goes there and says that the reader is beautiful (Req by Anon)

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It was the summer of 2018, a time where Y/n found herself on holiday with some of her friends from high school, granted they weren’t as close before but Y/n couldn’t find it in her heart to say no. Thing is though, a group of guys were coming with them. Stephanie's older brother and his friends, which only made Y/n's social battery already start to sputter.

Arriving at their beach resort on Hawaii, the group of girls and guys got all their luggage, hotel room keys and headed to get settled in. Y/n carried in her small suitcase for the 7 day vacation, the smell of the salt water nearby already heightening her sense in a good way, she always loved being close to nature.

“Ya need any help?” She heard a deep Bostonian accent ask, looking up to see one of the guys on the trip with them, Chris Evans.

Before Y/n could even reply Grace had already spoken for her, “Nah don’t bother with her Chris, she won’t speak to you, that girl’s basically mute”

‘Here it all starts’ Y/n thought to herself, deciding to ignore them all and head on up to her room, if we was going to be on holiday then she was going to enjoy herself.

Her room was beautifully decorated, flower petals all over the place, courtesy of the hotel staff. Y/n has begun unpacking her phone buzzed,

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Stephanie: Ok yall meet at 7pm for the dinner downstairs? Until then do what your heart desires :)

Everyone had replied with ‘okays’ so throwing her phone, Y/n got out the tiny notebook she brought with her, there she had written down all the things she wanted to do in Hawaii. Things the others didn’t want to do.

1. Snorkelling

With her bathing suit already on under her tshirt and shorts, all she had to do was gather her valuables and off Y/n went.

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

Closing my hotel room behind me, I bumped into one solid mass, only to hear it grunt right back at me.

“Y/n right?” Rubbing my forehead I looked up to see Chris from earlier, a charming smile on his face, a backwards cap pulling his hair back.

“U-uh yeah, you’re Chris?” I said avoiding eye contact, seemingly finding the floor more interesting than his intimidating dark blue eyes.

“Are you joinin us with the spa massages Stephanie booked?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest, see somehow only us two were put onto this floor, making it that more awkward knowing no one could interrupt this.

“Spa massages?”

“Yeah the one she sent us? She sent the invites separately”

I knew this was going to happen. I was only brought along to be the butt of their jokes, something I expected but was used to. I was not going to waste this vacation

“Uh no. No i’m not. I have my own list” I smiled holding up the tiny blue notepad in my hand, letting him read it when he reached up for it, his eyes concentrating on every single word.

“So you’re going snorkelling then first yeah?”

“Mhm I wanna see turtles” I smiled remembering the documentary I watched a while back about how they are endangered and how amazing it is to see them out in the wild where they belong.

“Can I join?” Chris asked cocking his head to the side, his thumbs now tucked into the front pockets of his swim shorts, a small smile on his face.

“I-I mean yeah of course, don’t you wanna go to the spa though?”

“I mean sure but i’d rather see some adventure, plus I dont want ya to be alone” He explains starting to walk down the hallway, causing me to run up a little to catch up to his massive steps.

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(Chris’ P.O.V)

Y/n and I got into the boat we were using for the snorkelling trip we were doing, my phone was switched off because of all the spammed texts I was receiving from the others. Straight from the get go I could already see they were trying to alienate Y/n, for no other reason than them thinking she was too shy to actually be fun.

“Look Chris! It’s a baby turtle!” Y/n shouted once she got into the water, pointing towards a spot where a tiny guy was floating towards the boat, even deciding to boop Y/n's finger with its head before swimming away rapidly.

“Alright alright m'comin sugar” I laughed getting into the water beside her, both our hands interlocked as we floated over the water, both our heads submerged looking at the wildlife underneath. I had even decided to buy an underwater camera at the lobby of the place, Y/n and I deciding it’d be a good idea to have ways to remember it.

Looking over at her under the water, her face was lit up by her gorgeous smile, her hair flowing freely in the water almost as if she was some siren.

(Time Skip)

“Omg that was amazing! I’m so glad we got to do that” She squealed jumping up and down once we got changed back into our clothes and showered off, both of us choosing to have a sneak peek around the gift shop.

When something small and blue caught my eye, a turtle stuffie on a keyring, perfect for her.

So while she was busy looking at some other things, I bought ut and stuffed it into my back pocket, waiting on her by the front door. The taxi waiting to bring us back to the hotel for dinner, I could tell both of us were sleepy from the activities with the way our eye lids lidded.

Y/n's shoulder had landed onto my head,

“Hey Y/n? Thanks for today, I had a lot of fun” I whispered pushing back some of her wet hair away from her face

“No problem, I had a ton of fun too! Maybe you can join me for mountain tubing tomorrow? I understand if the others-“

“I’d love to go mountain tubing with you, and between you and me, the others’ plans seem boring. All just therapeutic bullshit, which don’t get me wrong I totally get, but for the whole week? Really?” I scoffed feeling her giggle onto my bicep, my chest feeling that bit tighter, and my cheeks feeling that bit more redder.

“Also I-uh got you this earlier, reminded me of ya” I said fishing for the turtle keychain in my pocket, her fingers immediately reaching for it and squishing it like crazy. Without seeing her face, I could already tell that her eyes were probably wide and doe.

“T-thank you so much Chris, it’s so cute. I may just name it after you” She smiled looking up at me, then putting it straight onto the bag she carried around with her

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

“Ah so there you guys are” I heard Chloe groan, the rest of the groups already sat down for dinner, stephanie at the head of the table looking grumpy.

“Didn’t we say 7 for dinner?” Grace grumbled throwing me a shady look, the other guys choosing to just remain silent and engage in their own conversations.

“Yeah sorry our boat took a bit to get back, there was just so much to see with the turtles-“ Chris explained before he was interrupted

“Y’all went snorkelling without us? Was it Y/n’s idea? God Y/n you’re so fucking rude, where was our invite?”

“W-well I thought you guys had massages, so I went to do my own thing and Chris wanted to come along” I explained, feeling my cheeks heat up at all of their glares, my fingers starting to fidget under the table when I felt Chris' hand grip onto mine under the table

“Uh she wasn’t rude, I know you guys purposefully didn’t send her an invite today. Frankly I’d prefer to spend my vacation with her than a bunch of assholes. Oh and Grace? She isn’t fucking mute, maybe if you took the time to talk to her like a person you’d understand that she does have a mind of her own and can speak for herself”

By the end I could see a vein throbbing at the base of Chris' neck, his face flushed because of his rant, the girls’ face red with embarrassment for being told off.

“Come on Y/n, I read up about a good restaurant a few minutes away”

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(Chris’ P.O.V)

“Thank you so much for treating me to dinner, standing up for me and just being there” Y/n said as we walked towards our respective hotel rooms, our pinkies linked, which somehow happened on our way home. I definitely wasn’t against it.

“It’s no problem, honestly. Thank you for making my first day here absolutely amazing, and I know I might sound stupid straight off the bat, but I think I like you? Of course I know you said during dinner you prefer to take things slow so-“

I could barely even finish my statement when U felt her lips kiss my cheek, a small squeak leaving her as she rushed to close her bedroom door and rush inside; not even letting me process what the fuck just happened.

“You dropped Chris out here by the way” I laughed seeing the poor tiny turtle stuffie had been cut off the rashness of the door. I heard her door unlock slowly before her hand slowly reached out with the palm open, a cute gesture.

“Alright here’s Chris, and my spare room key. I-I saw that it’s due to thunder tonight and I remember you saying earlier you were scared of storms so..”

Closing her hand around both items her hand retreated into her room again, a few seconds I just stood there standing for some reason, when I saw her hand hold out something to me. Her notebook.

“I-incase you wanna add anything else you wanna do, l-like for future trips I dunno” She whispered now shutting the door for definite, a bashful smile on my face as my heart started to race a tiny bit.

“See ya tomorrow bright n' early for mountain tubing then!” I shouted to her door before walking off to my room. Lowkey awaiting her presence at some point during the night, hopefully.

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, we stan Tracey in this house, Tracey is the best friend ever, hurt & comfort (not Chris), unplanned pregnancy, language

A/N: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 7

Three months later, …

“Babe, you need to eat something. Anything. Let me order food.” Tracey sits next to you on your couch. “I know, Y/N. I know it feels like your whole body is sore.”

“He didn’t just end things with me for some other girl, Trace.” You wipe your face. “He cut me out of his life.”

She glances at the muted TV, sighing deeply. “Y/N let’s get out of here for a while. We can just…” She drops her eyes to your middle, sighing once again. “Why did you never tell him?”

“Did you not see the news? I bet the bitch taking over the role in the Avengers movie is the one he chose over me. She didn’t do just a cameo. She has at least five scenes with the Avengers. And, they have the audacity to resurrect my character at the show.”

“What?” Tracey gapes at you like she got punched in the face. “But they let you die, Y/N.”

“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’. “They resurrect my character and surprise,” you chuckle humorlessly, “that bitch will take over my role at the show too.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I wish,” you choke on your tears once again. “I can’t take a job because of my circumstances while Chris parades his bitch around town, or rather he shows her off in every interview as his new sidekick. They gave her my role, Tracey! MY ROLE!”

“That’s so fucked up,” she grunts. “Breaking up with you was one thing but this is…like he’s not the same person. Maybe this is a serious case of body snatching.”

“Body snatching?” You laugh for the first time in weeks. “Really?”

“Like in the old movie,” she mutters. “Don’t you remember? We watched it when we were kids. You got scared and I had to hold your hand the whole night.”

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I remember,” you say with a smile. Tracey was always there for you. Even when she was scared too, she held your hand. “I wish they exchanged Chris, but this is all him. I don’t know how I could not see he’s like that.”

“Hmmm…I don’t understand him. Out of the blue, he breaks up with you and ruins your career.” Tracey knits her brows together. “This is too fishy. Maybe you should try to talk to him one last time. He owes you an explanation.”

“Men are pigs,” you scrunch up your nose. “Please make sure that I never fall for one of them ever again. From now on, I’m cured of men…”

You’re restless tonight.

No wonder. Tomorrow you should’ve been on set again to film the new season of your show. Now someone else will play your role and you are stuck at your apartment.

“Babe, did you listen? That fandom guy messaged you again on Twitter. He wants to know why you left the show,” Tracey sighs as you look at her. “Why don’t you tell him what happened? Maybe if the fans of the show get to know about the shit Evans and the studio pulled they’ll cancel the show.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Trace.” You give her a sad smile. “He made his decision. The studio too. I got to move on. It sucks but there is nothing I can do about it.”

“That bitch stole your role in the movie and the show!” Tracey mutters. She throws her hands up as you turn around to stare out of the window. “Make them pay, Y/N.”

“No.”

“Let me at least scratch his car or use my baseball bat to remodel his face.”

“I thought he loves me too,” you sniff. “Love, such a stupid word for something breaking you down to nothing.”

“Y/N,” Tracey softly says. “Let’s go for a walk or eat ice cream. Just stop hiding at your apartment.”

“He didn’t even try to contact me. I realized a few days ago, that he never gave a shit about me.” You shrug. “I wanted to call Chris to tell him about…”

“Babe, you don’t need that asshole. We’ve got this. If you want me to, I’ll be your baby daddy.”

You snort, and then, you start laughing and crying. “Thank you,” you wrap her in a hug, “Daddy.”

Now Tracey laughs too as you hold each other. “Do you remember the guy giving me STDs? I was so in love that I got a tattoo with his name. I let them tattoo my ass, babe. I’m one stupid bitch too.”

“What’s with men these days? Why are they all assholes?”

Another month later, New Zealand, …

“I like it. What do you say?” Tracey watches you look around the new apartment. You decided to leave Hollywood and turn your back on the film industry in your country.

This means you have to move out of your old apartment as fast as possible and leave the world you believed you know so well behind.

“I like it too.” You should have a look around the apartment you want to rent, but you can’t focus. You are miles away, still wound tight as you saw an interview with Chris and his new sidekick last night. “I think this is it, Trace.”

“Babe, are you sure? This is going to be your new home.” You can hear the worry in her voice.

Tracey was, once again, your rock. She’s so much more than a friend.

How would you call the one dragging you out of your bed to make sure you eat? The only person who understands how you function and feel.

Friend. Ally. Sister. Soulmate.

“Hmmm…” you take a deep breath. “You’re right.” It’s time to focus on taking your life back in your hands. For almost four months you let the decisions someone else made dictate your life. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?”

You hold out your hand for Tracey. She smiles and takes it. “We will get you through this too, Y/N. No man is worth your tears or that you stop living the life you built for yourself.”

You grin as Tracey props her feet onto the coffee table. She just finished carrying one of the last moving boxes into your new home and now, she’s chewing on a slice of pizza.

“I like it,” you say more to yourself than your friend. “My new job is great too. I always loved working behind the scenes, and this is my chance to do so.”

“How’s the bean today?” She drops her eyes to your swollen belly. “Does the bean want more pizza?”

“Can you not call them bean all the time?” Tracey snorts at your angry expression. “Even though their father is an asshole, I love them.”

“I love them too,” she coos and places her hand on your belly. “Good thing Aunt Tracey will buy them all the things you won’t. I’ll hang out with them and teach them how to mess with bitches.”

Smiling you look at your friend. She moved heaven and hell to help you get where you are now. Tracey even quit her job and moved to New Zealand to help you buy a house which you couldn’t have effort otherwise.

“They will love you too, babe.”

“I know.” She shrugs. “How could they not love me?”

At the other end of the world, Chris stares at a picture of you on his phone. He took it while you were asleep. He sighs and shuts off his phone.

For days he tried to reach out to you. It took him almost five months, but he found the strength to face you after what he did to you only to find you gone.

He missed the chance to tell you the truth, and it breaks his heart…

>> Part 9

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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So You Want To Tango? Part 1 (18+)

Stepbro! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Main Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, slight smut-a lot more in future part(s), swearing, ransom being an ass, kinda blackmail, unwanted groping/sexual harassment, choking, manhandling, humiliation, degradation, slut shaming, threats, virgin!reader, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 1,678

A/N: two posts in one day, who am I??? Damn, I’ve been writing a lot of chris evans’ characters being degrading, sexy assholes, but they are so??? I just really wanted to get this one out there bc I’m excited to start on the next part! Not sure how this will develop in terms of how many parts there will be; probably depends on if people are into this storyline ig. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Ransom, please!” You scampered after the tall, sweater-clad man as he stormed down the upper hallway. It was obvious where he was heading so you sped up your pace as fear and embarrassment flooded through your veins.

He didn’t even glance over his shoulder as his patronizing reply bounced off the walls back to you. “No, sunshine! You act like a whore-” he swung open the doors of the second floor balcony and stepped into the dim light of the setting sun- “you get treated like a whore.”

You stopped short of the open doors, staring desperately at the bundle of clothing he held in his tight fist. In his other hand, he held your favorite pair of Brian Atwood sneakers. You looked back up at his face and saw his malicious smile. He was enjoying this.

You hesitated at the doorway, covering your bare tits with both arms, you still had on a pair of thin, lacy panties, but that didn’t make you feel any less naked. Shame coursed through your body as Ransom held his arm out, dangling your garments over the railing.

“Ransom, don’t-“

“Uh-uh, sunshine. If you want these back, you’re gonna have to beg.” His eyes gleamed with delight.

Yours brimmed with tears as you stared down at your shoeless feet. “P-please give me my clothes back, Ransom. I need them, I don’t have anything else to wear.” You hung your head low as you forced out the distraught plea. Ransom may have been an ass, but you never thought he’d go this far to humiliate you.

“Well, that was a piss-poor apology,” he scoffed. “Anyway, I think what you’re wearing now is perfect.” He threw one of your shoes over the railing and you leaped forward, reaching out your hands in a fruitless attempt to stop him. You did your best not to think about your now exposed breasts. The shoe squelched as it landed in a muddy puddle on the ground and you let out a muted wail. Before you covered your tits back up, you caught Ransom ogling the bare orbs without shame. He was the real whore.

“Ransom, stop, this isn’t a game! That one’s completely ruined now! At least give me back the other one,” you whined, not caring that you were making such a scene over a pair of shoes. But they weren’t just a pair of shoes, and he knew that.

“What does it matter? You have plenty of shoes, what makes these so special?” He twirled the other one in his hand, goading you. He knew exactly why they mattered– your mom had given them to you before she passed away three years ago, and you treasured anything of hers that hadn’t been tainted by his corrupt family. “If you’d really wanted them back, you would’ve gotten down on your knees and begged for forgiveness. Are you really too proud to apologize?”

Your head was still spinning with how quickly the evening had turned south. How was it that one moment you were about to finally lose your virginity to a guy you barely knew, and then the next, Ransom was busting down the door, throwing his own friend onto the street, and stealing your clothes away? And as what, some kind of punishment?”

“What do you mean ‘apologize’? What do I have to apologize for?”

He flung your other shoe over the edge and you let out a strangled cry of remorse. “You mean you don’t understand the damage your behavior has on my reputation? My own stepsister, fucking one of my sleazeball friends? In my own home? Are you too stupid to not know how your whorish actions reflect back on me? Not only have you proven how much of a cock-slut you are, but also how much empty space you’ve got in that pretty little head of yours.”

Now tears were streaming down your face. Your whole body quaked with barely contained fury, fueled by your hatred for your stepbrother. All you could do was put up an angry front to hide how much his criticism stung. “Jesus Christ! I was just trying to lose my fucking v-card! Which has nothing to do with you, by the way, but you had to be your usual narcissistic, selfish, unreasonably-controlling, hot-headed self! You’ve slept with too many women to count, and you’re gonna slut shame me?! You’re a fucking hypocrite, Ransom!”

Ransom’s face clouded with rage, but there were more emotions than that swirling in his shadowed expression. He stepped away from the ledge and tossed your clothes at your feet. Before you could crouch down to scoop them up, though, he reached forward and snatched up your jaw, holding you in place.

“First thing, sunshine, if you ever use that tone with me again, I will throw you out on the street, naked and hogtied.” You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at his threat. “Second, I don’t give a rat’s ass about how many women I’ve slept with because you are not them and you are certainly not me, so your actions actually have consequences in this male-dominated world, which you should know by now.”

His grip on your chin loosened and he reached his other arm around you and squeezed your plentiful ass. You squeaked but didn’t dare say anything in protest. You were terrified of his famously volatile temper. You knew just how cruel Ransom could be, and it went far beyond throwing some clothes off a balcony.

“Third thing, don’t give me that shitty, faux innocence game. We both know this ass has been around the block plenty. You’ve always taken after your mother.” At that, he narrowed his eyes and gave your ass a sharp slap. You yelped and tried to jump away, but he dug his hand in, kneading the plump flesh, keeping you close to his towering form.

You wanted to slap him and wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. How dare he talk about your mother that way, but part of you was distracted by how terribly good his fondling felt. On top of being a virgin in your twenties, you had next to none sexual experience of any kind. Unbidden by you, your body was reacting to the unfamiliar forceful touch. Especially when it came from Ransom of all people. He sent your blood boiling– both from his asshole behavior and from the electric tension you’d always felt in his presence.

You matched his gaze, hoping your watery glare hid the beat of your heat thrumming through your chest. “It’s not a lie, Ransom,” you noticed the sudden tick in his jaw at your words, but went on, “I’ve been sheltered my whole life– I went to a fucking all-girls Catholic school for christ’s sake. Plus, my social skills are shit, so my college life is far from the playboy, party lifestyle you like to maintain. It also doesn’t help that I have stretch marks and cellulite, while all the other girls I’m surrounded by are stick-thin and look like models. So excuse me for taking advantage of an opportunity to finally hook up with a ready and willing guy. But no! Respect for my boundaries doesn’t apply to the almighty Ransom Drysdale! Protector of my virginity, guardian of my love life! You know what, it was a mistake to try and fuck Tod here, guess I’ll just have to go over to his place to get the deed done. Then I can save us all the embarrassment.”

The hand gripping your jaw jumped to your neck and squeezed, his thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat. He leaned closer, rage shimmering in his eyes. “I would rather lock you up in the basement and let you rot, then let that dick lay one fucking finger on you.”

His grip stayed tight around your neck and he closed the distance, pressing his front flush to yours. You tried to exclaim when you felt something poking at your nether regions, but any sound you attempted to make was shot down by his tight fist constricting your airways. Ransom’s lips hovered a hair’s breadth away from yours, his hot breath mingling with your own gasping pants.

“I get it though, when you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.” He ground his hips into yours. You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and the blood rushing to your barely concealed center. “So, if you want to learn how to do the devil’s tango-” he finally released his grip on your throat, but before you could gulp down a breath of air, he tangled his hand in your hair and crashed his lips into yours.

It wasn’t even a kiss–not that you’d had many–it was teeth gnashing and tongues fighting and animalistic grunts and growls of long-hidden wants and forbidden pleasure. He pulled away with a satisfied groan. His lust-filled eyes looked crazed. He pushed on your ass to grind you against him further. You couldn’t hold back your moan when he rubbed against your clothed core. You were completely shocked and ashamed at your guttural reaction.

His pleased smirk spelled trouble and he leaned down again, his breath brushing your sensitive ear, and growled, “-then I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be-” You mewled when he reached down and cupped your pussy, smashing his palm against your clit- “and show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

He patted your cheek and backed away, his eyes devouring every exposed curve and roll on full display for his pleasure. He palmed his cock over his designer slacks and winked. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.” His eyes shone with devious excitement. “Now put some clothes on. You look like a hooker.” With that, he sauntered past you, leaving you to sink in your own pit of disgust and guilt… and anticipation.

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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“What page bubs?”

“Hey! my request was a dad chris x dyslexic teen reader where he finds her really struggling with her school work and he just helps her and stuff? thanks sorry its not the best” - @f0rehead-0f-security

Paring: Chris Evans x Daughter! Reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of dyslexia if that’s even a warning, crying, frustration, crying, self doubt -> feeling stupid etc, Chris being the best supportive dad ever I wish ✨

Summary: Y/n has dyslexia and is just having a hard time understanding the work and doing the work and she doesn’t want to ask for help because it makes her feel bad so Chris swoops in to help before she gets too overwhelmed.

You’ve had dyslexia since middle school so it isn’t something new but that doesn’t mean you’re used to it.

Because let me tell you it is so annoyingly hard sometimes and overwhelmingly hard when I get asked in class to read out loud. It’s gotten better in someways because I’ve been given extra time on my exams and tests, different coloured paper, and someone to help in exams and just in general at school because most of my anxiety stems from this because it makes me insecure.

So when I’m at home doing homework or coursework you’d think it would make me more relaxed and comfortable because I’m in my own safe environment but no it kinda just heightens it up more than it should not as much as it does in school but I don’t want to seem like a burden to my dad even though we’ve had maybe 1000 conversations about how it’s okay to ask for help when you’re stressed or struggling and that I’m not a burden. But it still doesn’t stick sometimes.

So dad walked in to my room after knocking and announcing that he was coming in like he always does when I don’t answer, all he saw was me with my head on my desk, shoulders tensed, work everywhere and my breathing more audible than usual. So it’s good he walked in when he did.

“Bubs—- ar—- ou—- okay?” He asked concern laced in his voice.

I only heard so much of what he said because i must have zoned out which is usually what happens when I get really overwhelmed and anxious.

“Dad I- i can’t do it- it’s too confusing, I feel so stupid and like such a- bur- burden.” I replied fat tears rolling down my face hiccuping as I spoke.

You could visibly see Chris face twist in concern and heartbreak for her because she was so overwhelmed with the work that she was on the verge of shutting down and going down the path of ‘im a burden I don’t need a break’ hense why the saying that he always says to her makes perfect sense.

He engulfs her in a hug before saying “Lovebug remember what we say repeat after me, ‘I don’t have to explain why I need a break not even to myself. I don’t have to earn rest.’ Okay” He whispers this magic saying as if it clicks in her head that’s it’s okay to take a break if she’s overwhelmed or even if she’s not.

“Okay dad, ‘I don’t have to explain why I need a break not even to myself. I don’t have to earn rest.’ Thank you” y/n replied shyly tightening the hug to show him how much she appreciates this.

“It’s okay bubba it always is, now I think you should pack away the rest of your work and grab your book so we can go sit in the living room, so I can read to you and we can snuggle okay.” Chris decided knowing otherwise y/n wouldn’t have a break.

“Yeah let’s go” She replied reluctantly to her dads idea because she still hates that he does this for her sometimes even though she knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They both walk downstairs to the living room it cozy and inviting with the tv on mute with her favourite movie, candles and fire lit, blankets splayed across the massive sectional that take residence in the room with Dodger snoozing off the side of the coffee table that has the famous evans hot chocolate waiting for y/n on it.

Both y/n and Chris get situated on the couch, y/n snuggling into his chest finally content and relaxed which lets Chris breath a silent sigh of relief which is better than she was a mere hour ago.

“What page bubs?” He whispered to keep the calm environment which helped her to process everything more, how they learnt was though trial and error.

“168 dad” she replied sipping on her hot chocolate, putting it back on the coffee table cuddling up to him more knowing that it was okay and that she’d understand a little bit more because somehow Chris reading to her or anyone like her teaching assistant at school helped her under and and process it more.

It worked because even if she got stuck on questions that she’d have about the page they were on both her dad and Amelia her TA know if she gets really quiet and spaces out she’s most likely distracted on the question from pages ago. So they talk about the question or what she’s confused about before they moved on never minding how long it takes to explain it. It just helps.

This is how it was, Chris never will probably admit it but he loves reading to her and helping her out but he hates that she thinks that she’s a burden and that she works herself up when she doesn’t understand because he was there to help always.

Hey everyone I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing this, it is a personal experience for this majorly and I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner but better late than never. Most of the strategies I’ve written about I’ve have used or still use now even though I’m finished with school, it definitely is a process of trial and error because everyone is different :)

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falcqns · 2 years

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𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x mute!younger!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you see your parents again, and Chris tells them exactly what you went through.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of abuse (physical and mental), me using my background in ece and knowledge of setting up experience areas in classrooms, mentions of drug use (opiods because its becoming a serious problem where i live), fluff, Faye the reborn, Nora the baby doll, angry!Chris, protective!Chris, trauma response.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! tagging @natashasera like always!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Chris took a deep breath as he hung up the phone. your old social worker had reached out to him. he had gotten in touch with her a few months prior, wanting to get your old file to see what exactly you had gone through. your social worker was wonderful, and everything you reported to her was logged, which Chris was thankful for.

Chris was doubting that now. your birth parents wanted to meet you.

you hadn't seen them since you were newly 5. it was six months before you stopped speaking, and 6 months since you were thrown into over 10 years of abuse, neglect, and insecurity.

when the two of you started texting, a month before he asked you out, and asked you to move in with him, you'd told him that you often wondered if they missed you. if they'd tried to get you back. if they even remembered who you were.

thats how Chris found himself calling you down the stairs and explaining the whole situation. he knew you'd want the same thing.

you were sat on the couch, fiddling with Faye's dress. you were nervous. your birth parents would be arriving any minute, and you didn't know how to feel.

they'd wanted this. as much as you'd thought about it, and expressed it to Chris, you were now second guessing yourself, not knowing if this is what you truly wanted.

you had Chris, who was a wonderful boyfriend, and went above and beyond when it came to your needs and wants. you had his family. you'd been practically adopted into the family as soon as you'd met them, and you had a wonderful bond with all of them.

did you need your parents, when you finally had some that cared and loved you like you deserved to be?

at the same time, your parents, according to Chris and Lauren, your social worker, they'd changed. they'd gone to rehab immediately after getting out of jail, and had spent every waking moment since rehab, trying to find you and get you back.

you wanted to give them a chance, at least. you chewed on your lip as the doorbell rang, and Chris went to the door to answer. you could hear them talking, and your heart rate sped up as you heard them approach the living room.

you looked up as they came in, and smiled shyly. you stood up, bringing Faye with you as you did.

"here," Chris whispered. judging by your parents body language, they were going to want to hug you, and he decided he should take Faye so you could. "hand Faye to me," he said, and you handed your baby over. Chris held Faye on his hip, her vinyl head falling to his shoulder from the quick hand over.

"oh my gosh," your mom said, looking you up and down. "you've grown so much, baby." she held a hand out for you, and you tentatively took it.

your mom went to pull you into a hug, and you whimpered, trying to pull away. Chris saw the fear flash over your face, and his heart dropped. he placed Faye on the couch, and caught you as you fell backwards, trying to escape.

he eased you down onto the floor, and let you scramble into his lap, your whole body shaking from fright.

"w-"your mom stuttered, tears filling her eyes. "what did i do?"

Chris shook your head. "'m sorry. i should have told you." Chris said, rubbing your back as you clamped your hand over your ear. "a lot has happened since she went into the system." he said, looking at your dad, who had tears in his own eyes.

they both took a seat, and watched as Chris handed you Faye, letting you cuddle her to your chest.

"what happened to her?" your dad asked, wiping his eyes as he looked at you.

Chris took a deep breath before recounting.

"in her first home, she accidentally broke a glass on her second day, and was hit with a wooden spoon. the harder she cried, the more hits she received." he explained. "any little mistake, she got hit. going quiet was the only way she would be spared."

"my god." your mom whispered, hiding her head in her hands, and your dad began to rub her shoulder.

Chris glanced down at you, seeing your eyes shut, your cheek smushed against Faye's head.

"going mute was her only defence." he said. "she was then moved from home to home. some were worse, some were better. it was rare she got a good one, though. and if she did, it was for a night or two. she stayed quiet, didn't speak, obeyed all the rules."

"and she never spoke again?" your dad asked, and Chris nodded, kissing the top of your head.

"yup." he explained. "her silence now isn't out of fear an attempt to keep herself safe."

"why doesn't she talk then?" your mom asked.

"she's lost the ability." Chris said. "we're working on her regaining the ability, but it's been slow." he explained.

"is that-uhm," your dad said, clearing his throat, motioning to the Barbie Dream House, and the small basket and organizers on the side with your barbies and their accessories beside the fireplace. "are those hers?" he asked, and Chris nodded.

"there were a lot of things she didn't get as a child, and i'm trying to give her all of it. her therapist has actually included these things, because it will help her from happy memories associated with child items." he explained. he motioned to Faye. "this is another thing. Faye is her reborn doll, which is painted to look real. she has another doll, named Nora, that's not a reborn." he stood up, and adjusted you on his body. he motioned for your parents to follow him, and he led them upstairs.

he walked into the bedroom, and laid you on the bed. he took Faye from your arms, and laid her in the crib attached to your bed that was reserved for both babies. Nora was already in there. he led them out of the room, and opened a door down the hallway.

"she has her own playroom, in here." he said, showing them the large room. it had a high chair, rocking chair, changing table, and adult sized play kitchen and store register for dramatic play. there was a circular table in another corner with lots of art supplies piled up for creative play. there was a small reading nook for quiet time, with a shelf full of books, both childrens and ones from your favourite series as well as a bin of stuffed animals. there was a shelf against the opposite wall of the dramatic play area that had lots of different sized blocks, as well as a car mat and a bin of cars. there was also a table in the other corner of the room where Chris or your therapist would sit with you and do activities. there were shelves under the windows that had colouring books, more art supplies, puzzles, and sensory bins.

in the sensory bins, there was a lot of variation. one bin had plain white rice, and the other 3 rice bins were themed for valentines, halloween, and christmas. one bin had white glossy slime, another had icee, and there were a few other bins with other textures. there was a bin with kinetic sand, and another one with regular sand. another bin had uncooked beans, and the other had pom poms of different colours and sizes.

Chris noticed your parent's eyes on all the sensory bins, and he smiled. "she loves sensory. her and her therapists spend lots of time up here, just playing."

your mom looked down at her feet shamefully. "we really messed up." she commented, and Chris nodded. ever since they'd walked through the door, there had been a slight sense of anger brewing within him, and he decided to let that side of him, his 'Andy Barber' side, as he called it, show.

"yeah, you did. you chose drugs over your child." he said, planting his hands on his hips, and looking squarely at your parents. "you chose drugs over an innocent little girl who wanted nothing more than to play with her parents. she communicated to me about what happened that night, you know." he said, and your dad looked up.

"w-what?"

Chris nodded, his eyes angry. "a 5 year old shouldn't have to find her parents almost overdosed on opioids. she shouldn't have had to call 911, or tear the bathroom apart looking for the naloxone, and crying in panic and fear when she couldn't find it as the paramedics arrived.

"and i know all the details of what happened. you had went to buy some weed before picking her up from school, didn't you? not a big deal, i smoke, so does she. but that's not what's got me so angry with you. you two got into an argument with your dealer, and he stuck you with a needle after beating you up. instead of going to the hospital, and getting help, you picked your daughter up from school, and tried to act like everything was normal. but then, you couldn't breathe, could you?"

they both nodded, and Chris continued.

"you destroyed her life. i almost didn't meet her. i almost didn't go into that bar. i almost bailed on my friends, but i went, and i found her with her ex. i followed them out of the bar after seeing how uneasy she looked, and stopped her ex from hitting her. i drove her home that night. i got her number. i asked her out. i asked her to be my girlfriend, and i then asked her to move in with me. i'm the one that got her into therapy." he ranted.

"she is leaps and bounds above how she was when i first met her, and its because of what i did. what my family did to help her. you guys stopped being her parents as soon as those drugs entered your system. my mom is the one who helped me enrol her in high school so she could finish her education, and its her and my dad who pick her up from school and takes her to dance when i can't. my sisters are the ones who take her out for girls night on friday's, and encourage her bring Faye along. my brother is the one who takes her out for lunch on Thursdays, because thats the one day the library isn't open during lunch, meaning she doesn't have anywhere to sit. we did all of that, not you. you've done nothing for her, other than ruin her life."

"we know," your dad said. "we fucked up. we fucked up everything. we just want a chance to make it right." he begged, and Chris sighed, shrugging slightly.

"it's not my decision. it's hers." he said.

you hugged Nora tight to your chest, overwhelmed by the choice you were being given.

your parents wanted you to give them a chance, but it was up to you.

you diverted your eyes from wehre they sat at the end of your's and chris's bed, and your eyes fell onto the framed picture of you and Lisa at Chrismas.

the choice wasn't hard. Lisa was your mom. Robert was your dad. Chris was the love of your life, and a fatherly protector in the best way possible without it being weird. Scott, Carly, and Shanna were your older siblings.

these two people in front of you were nothing but a sperm donor and a womb that you occupied for 10 months. they weren't your parents. they weren't your family.

you locked eyes with Chris, and shook your head.

despite seeing the heartbreak and disappointment on your birth parent's faces, you knew you made the right decision. you had an amazing family, and you didn't a second subpar one.

you were happy.

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stuckysangel · 3 years

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How about a fic of Chris and mute reader.she can't talk...

Not My Day.

Chris Evans x Mute Reader

Summary: While at the grocery store a nice (and gorgeous) man helps you communicate with the cashier.

Disclaimer!- I’m not mute nor do I know anyone that is mute but I did do some research but if anything is wrong please let me know.

Today was not your day, first, the weather decided to be an ass and rain on you while walking home from work. And now you were ready to check out at your local grocery store but all the self-check-out lanes were closed and you just so happened to forget your speaking notes which means the poor lady trying to help you is having to guess your gestures and lips.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t know what you’re trying to say.” Honestly, you felt bad for this lady, she seemed perfectly nice and you could tell the people waiting in line were getting irritated. You get it, if you had a choice right now you'd be home popping open a bottle of wine, while watching a nice movie with your cat.

Your brain didn’t know if it should be angry or embarrassed but in all honesty, you were neither because you’d been mute your whole life and you got used to not being understood.

At first, when you were little and teachers or family members wouldn’t understand you, you could just roll around on the ground throwing a temperature tantrum. Now that you’re a grown woman you’d look absolutely ridiculous if you did that but right now in the fifteen minutes you’d spent standing trying to communicate you really felt like throwing yourself on the ground.

You were just about to give up and leave when a very attractive man stepped out from the line and came to stand next to you. He was very tall and very well built, and since he stood in such close proximity to him you could smell his cologne which you had to admit was one of the best aromas you’d ever smelt. Once you took your curious gaze off the man and looked back to the cashier she had an awestruck look on her face while looking at the man. You did blame her, the man was absolutely gorgeous and if you weren’t in the situation you were in you probably would have gawked at him too.

When you once again looked back to the mysterious man he was already looking down at you with a small smile on his plush lips, trying to hold in your blush you looked down to the now very interesting tile flooring.

“ Hi, I’m Chris. I have a pen and paper. Would that help you?” Oh god, now you really were embarrassed usually you wouldn’t be but with this very handsome and now very nice man offering you help you just couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and not to mention you looked like a drowned rat after getting rained on for twenty minutes. So you just quickly nodded your head and took the pad of paper and pen out of his hands. As quickly as you could without making your handwriting a complete mess you wrote your birth date down since apparently, you didn’t seem old enough to buy alcohol. Then you handed the pad to the woman who was not so discreetly checking out the man that you now knew as Chris.

Once you were checked out you started to walk away leaving the paper and pen but it seemed that this nice Chris guy wasn’t done with you quite yet. ”Hey, wait I didn’t catch your name!” Wide-eyed you turned around to see the man jogging toward you with a bag of dog treats in his very large hand. Once again he handed you the pen and paper so you could write your name hesitantly you scribbled out your name and handed it back. Chris smiled once he read the paper “That’s a beautiful name.” Again your cheeks could help but get hot, instead of taking the time to write a simple ‘thank you’ you nodded your head and gave him a shy smile.

“Um, I just wanted to make sure you’re ok. I hope that didn’t upset you too much.” Taking the pen again you wrote ‘no it’s fine that actually happens a lot’. After he read the note he frowned which you couldn’t help but find adorable on his masculine features ``Well that’s horrible. I’m sorry.” Normally when people say they’re sorry about you being mute you get upset because why be sorry about it? But when standing here in front of this man looking at you with his beautiful puppy dog eyes you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at him. So, you simply waved your hand to dismiss his worry and hope for the best that he got the gist.

“ You know I was actually just about to go grab a coffee, would you like to join me? I definitely understand if you don't. I mean you just met me and you probably think I’m really weird right about now.” You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his rambling and so while he was distracted you snuck the notepad out of his grasp and wrote ‘I would love to and p.s I don’t think you’re weird.’ Usually you wouldn't go on a date with anyone because your self deprecating thoughts keep you from having fun but you could tell Chris would be different. Different from all the people that left you because they tired of you not being able to talk Once you handed the note back to him you could tell he was nervous to read it, ever since you started to learn how to communicate without talking, reading people’s facial expressions became second nature but once he did read it his face lit up with a huge beautiful smile. “Great! Let’s go then

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toastedkiwi · 10 months

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Send in your questions or headcanons! I’m not doing much today except probably playing the sims.

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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The secrets we keep

A/N: SMUT WEEKEND IS UPON US!! Let’s start out sweet… Hahhahahahah, no, we’re not. Get y’all a tall drink of water, because we’re kicking this ish off with a dominat, angry Nomad!Steve (in looks, at least).

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit, so go nuts, my loves.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: language, slight angst, mentions of blood, mentions of knives, mentions of fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of wounds, Avengers!Reader infidelity, smut (MINORS DNI) slightly dark themes, fingering, Dom!Steve, Possessive!Steve, oral (m receiving), spitting, degradation, humiliation, Beefy!Steve, Nomad!Steve, praise kink, sir/captain-kink, cream-pie, spanking, hitting, slight knife-play, breath-play, slight hate-fucking and probably something else, I lost track (also I’m ignoring the end of Endgame because I can and it sucks ass)

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The secrets we keep

To say the mission had gone sideways down shit creek and you had lost your paddles along the way, seemed to be an understatement. You were surrounded by bloodied and bruised men, all with snarls on their faces and guns pointed at your face.

Not that it really mattered, not to you. You weren’t one of the best Widows for nothing.

You heard the muted grunts and twangs of metal hitting concrete from the other side of the wall and heard Steve’s voice ring out – you couldn’t hear what he said, but you liked to imagine it was kill every single fucker in front of you.

Yes, Captain.

You snarled and ran headfirst to the closest enemy, jumping and locking your legs around his throat, effectively squeezing the life from him. His arms flailed and the idiot still had a finger on the trigger, which meant the semi-automatic went off in any and all directions, taking down most of his comrades, severely injuring the rest.

Were they all new? With a single flex of your thighs, you heard the unmistakable crunch of a windpipe collapsing, and the man fell to his knees, grabbing fruitlessly at you and his throat. You let go of him, mostly because you had no reason to continue letting your legs wrap around him. He was dead, anyway, it was just a matter of time.

You made quick work of the living, but bleeding men on the ground, before sauntering out of the room, knocking on the door where you heard the shield whoosh through the air before clanging against something – probably a person. “Why the hell are you knocking!?” He shouted as you came in. Blood was spattered in his beard, and you lifted your eyebrow, leaning against the wall; it was the larger part of the warehouse, enemies lingering in shadows, and before Steve had time to reprimand you, you grabbed your knife from the holster on your thigh, let it fly through the air and hit the intended target square between the eyes. Steve turned and saw the guy, dressed in all black (typical) fall to his knees right behind him.

“Just… Fight, for fuck’s sake.” He grumbled before leaping at another oncoming enemy.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” You mocked and joined the fight.

The trip back was both long, boring and full of tension. Steve was glaring daggers at you, while Bucky looked between the two of you, waiting to see who’d break first. Sam was half asleep.

“’How could you not get the goddamn files?!” Steve barked finally. “HA! Sam, you owe me fifteen.” Bucky said, punching Sam’s injured arm a little harder than necessary. “Asshole.” Sam grumbled and while rubbing the injured arm, pulled out a wallet from God knows where to hand Bucky the money. You rolled your eyes at Steve, crossing your arms. “If you hadn’t sent me on a wild goose chase, I would’ve. But no, in your infinite wisdom, you sent me alone to the wrong side of the building. Don’t blame me for your mistakes.” Bucky groaned and handed ten of the fifteen back to Sam. Steve narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare put this on me.” “Likewise.” “If you hadn’t paraded yourself around like a whore before getting the files, we would have been fine.” You pretended that those words didn’t hurt. He had asked you to, so you’d have a way in, this mistake wasn’t on you. “That was your bright idea, Steveie-boy. You even chose the outfit. Captain.” And with that, you closed your eyes and pretended to fall asleep. You heard Bucky say something akin to dude, what the fuck, but it didn’t matter much. Steve was an asshole when he didn’t get his way, and you knew it.

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You pulled your tac-suit off and threw it in the hamper, before you slipped your pajamas on, texting your boyfriend as you walked. Martin was nice, sweet and an accountant, which meant very little bossing around, no bruises and no missions. Good for you, really. You didn’t really look where you were going, your face buried in your phone as you walked to the compound kitchen to get yourself some aspirin and a giant bottle of water. Your shoulder ached and your knee looked like a Pollock-painting, which meant a world of hurt tomorrow.

You bumped into a very broad, very hard chest and almost fell to your ass. Steve stared down at you, eyes ablaze – you gulped. That was a look, you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of. “Steve.” You tried to step around him, but he moved with you and clenched his jaw. “Steve, I do actually have somewhere to be.” You said, a little annoyed at his antics. “What, to be with your boytoy?” You rolled your eyes. Typical men – you have one heated kiss, both covered in blood and cuts, and suddenly, he had some moronic claim to you. You cocked your eyebrow.

“What’s it to you?” you shot back. His eyes darkened and you knew you were extremely close to crossing a line. “Don’t try me. You already ignored my orders, dismissed your mission and tried to put it on me. Don’t fucking try me.” You would never get over the perfect Captain America, the golden boy, swearing. He didn’t really seem the type, although the beard and longer hair had clearly inspired some level of bad boy. “Oh, shut up. Just because you are an arrogant ass, doesn’t mean the rest of us are. I’m happy to make you see your own faults, Captain.” You sneered and tried to step around him again. Your phone buzzed in your hand, but you didn’t get a chance to see whatever Martin had answered, because Steve grabbed your shoulder and slammed you against the wall, pushing all the air from your lungs. You groaned at the impact.

“Be a brat one more time, I’m begging you.” He threatened with dark eyes. You almost couldn’t see the blue anymore and realized he hadn’t even showered yet, blood still dried in small flecks in his beard, his tac-suit still on. You narrowed your eyes.

“Get fucked, Stevie. I’m not a brat to tame.” “I’ve dealt with worse.” Your thighs shook a little and you were acutely aware of the force he used to hold you to the wall. He would definitely leave his fingerprints embedded in your skin. You ignored the pooling heat that rushed between your legs, a familiar, dull ache settling.

“Oh, honey, cute of you to think there’s any brats like me.” You whispered, not really caring anymore. Anger was rolling off your shoulders in waves and he had to just step one step closer, and you’d have your knife against his throat, Captain America or not. He cocked an eyebrow confidently and his leg slid between yours, his thick thigh pushing against your treacherous core. Asshole.

“Anywhoo, unless you plan to use actual force on me, I’ll be on my way.” You tried to move your legs, somehow cross over his giant thigh, but the friction made you whimper instead. That seemed to do him in, and he growled, picked you up faster than expected, hauling you over his shoulder – you tried to punch his back, trying to hit an area near the shoulder blades that normally would most men buckle, but Steve just chuckled and slapped your ass hard enough to make you feel nauseous. “Put me down, asshole!” Your phone vibrated in your hand again. “Shut up, oh my God, do you ever just stop talking!?” He growled and threw you over the couch in the common room. You grunted on impact, your ass still stinging, and you narrowed your eyes at him; your phone had flown out of your hand as you landed on the couch, and it lit up with several messaged from Martin.

“What the fuck, Steve?” you roared, but he simply stalked to you, eyebrow raised and caged you between his arms, your back sinking into the back of the couch. “FRIDAY, lock any entry-points to this room.” “Captain Rogers…” He didn’t wait for FRIDAY’S response. “Just do it!” “Yes, Captain Rogers.” Slowly, one by one, you heard the locks on the doors click and his predatory smile widened. You phone buzzed again. “You are insufferable.” “Yeah, well. Part of my brand.” You answered, but you heard it yourself – your voice didn’t have the bite, it usually did, and it was breathier than normal. “You think you can talk back to me, act out like a fucking brat and not get punished for it?” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the implications behind the words. “Oh, what are you going to do? Keep me off missions until I’m begging on my knees?” You realized a heartbeat too late, that you had done yourself a great disservice by talking back. “Well… I’m getting you on your knees no matter what.” He asserted, his eyes darting back and forth over yours. You didn’t have time to react, to retort or to even think, before his lips were on yours.

You yelped against it, his hand tangling in your hair and a growl came from the back of his throat. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, anger seeping in along with want and lust – he was rough, rougher than you had expected him to be. He tugged your lower lip between his teeth and bit down and pulled your hair roughly. The pain made you hiss through your teeth, and you felt him smile against you. You cursed yourself for feeling anything other than annoyance, but it was the plight of you – Steve fucking Rogers and his dirty mouth made you feel tingly in all the right places. He slid his tongue against yours and practically hoisted you to your feet by your hair.

“Quiet, all of the sudden?” He whispered against your lips. You were about to bite back at him, say something incredibly stupid, when he lifted his eyebrow in a challenge. “Now, now, you better be careful with that filthy mouth of yours.” You narrowed your eyes at him and ignored the throbbing between your legs.

Asshole.

“Make me, America’s asshole.” His eyes flashed, and you could barely see any blue left; he pulled back slightly and forced your mouth open with a thick finger, before he spat at you. It landed on your tongue, and despite feeling like you should be disgusted by it, it made your legs tremble and a small whine come from your throat. “Swallow.” His voice was commanding, and you honestly didn’t dare disobey right now. He grinned wickedly as you swallowed and looked back at him. “Such a good whore, aren’t you?” God-fucking-damnit. His large hands came to rest on your shoulders, and he forced you to your knees, slowly and forcefully.

“Steve, I have a…” “I don’t give a rat’s ass about your boyfriend. Mention him again, and I’ll fucking call him to make him listen to me fuck the brat out of you.” You squeezed your thighs together and he chuckled darkly as he began undoing his suit. “You like that? Wanting him to hear you get fucked raw by me, until you’re too stupid to do anything but scream my name?” He fisted his cock in his pants, and your eyes widened – even hidden behind layers and his hand, you could see just how big he was. “You want me to fuck you stupid, sweetheart?” His voice was deep and dangerously quiet. “Yes.” The answer came before you could even think about the implications of it. “Good girl.” He gently caressed your face with his thumb before his entire palm connected with your cheek. The sting made you yelp, and you almost lost your balance. Your cheek was burning, and your eyes watered, but a gush of slickness coated your underwear, and you couldn’t help but moan slightly at the warmth spreading on your cheek. “Open your mouth.” He demanded and you cocked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head slightly. “Why?” There’s no fun in playing without biting back a little. Besides, Martin might be nice, but you needed rough – especially today, where you were already burning with rage. He growled and held your chin in a vicelike grip, bending down to face you. “Little girl, do you have a fucking death wish?” You stood your ground, trying desperately not to let his tone get to you – your underwear was most definitely ruined by now. “Maybe.” “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth.” He pressed harder against you, and slowly, but surely forced your mouth open. Your knees followed, spreading your legs a little wider, either to get some kind of relief or to steady yourself better, you didn’t know. “There’s my girl.” He pulled his cock out and you almost drooled at the sight, when he stood at full height again, staring down at you. He was huge.

Thick and long, an angrily pulsing vein running along the underside of him, and the head throbbing and red, leaking precum. He was a fucking sight for gods. You looked at him and caught his eye. “I thought you were going to fuck the brat out of me, are you just going to stand there?” He chuckled and with a single thrust, he let his cock slide between your lips, further and further in, until you were gagging around him, and he hit the back of your throat. He moaned, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. Tears spilled down your cheeks and drool began seeping from your lower lip, pooling on the floor beneath you; he grinned at you. “Is that all you can take, you dumb, fucking whore?” he asked – you knew it was rhetorical. “That won’t do, will it?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed further into you, his cock sliding down your throat; you were gagging and choking around him, spit flying out around his cock, and his hand went to your throat – he felt the bulge, he created in your throat and smiled at you. “There we are, baby girl. Look at you, so quiet when my cock is buried in your throat, huh?” He slowly pulled back, giving you a chance to breathe, but as soon as you had sucked it in through your nose, he slammed back in again and then he began fucking your throat like he wanted to murder you.

You were whining as much as you could around him, gagging loudly and tears were streaming down your face, mixing on your chin with the drool; he held tightly to your hair and fucked you relentlessly. You were sopping wet, the commanding and domineering attitude he had was more than enough to make you wetter than a fucking waterfall.

“Fuck, you’re good… Look at you taking my cock so fucking well, baby.” He groaned and pulled out of your throat, looking down at you. You were heaving for a breath, wiping the drool and the tears from your chin before looking back up at him. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” He whispered. “Like getting choked out on my cock?” You nodded, breathless still. He discarded the top part of his suit, letting it hang from his back and he looked at the small pool of drool and tears under you. “Face down, ass up.” “Steve, I…” “Did you talk fucking back to me?” He snarled and grabbed your hair again. You whimpered. “You’re a dirty, fucking girl, darling, and you’re going to look it.” He forced your face down and you felt your cheek connect with the wetness of your drool; humiliation rushed over your body at the same time as a new surge of heat fell between your legs, and you were about to fucking combust. “Not such a smart mouth on you now, huh?” He let go of your hair and stood, letting his boot rest on your neck, barely applying pressure. “Don’t you have anything to say to me, or did I already make you dumb, just by having my cock in your throat?” He jeered. That was it. Your eyes flew open, and you glared at him, a wicked smile spreading on your lips. “I thought you were a dom, captain. Is that all you got?” Might as well go full out. “Oh, baby, don’t threaten me with a good time.” He whispered back, and lifted his boot from your neck, moving to stand behind you. You didn’t dare move. “These fucking shorts… God, you’re making my life a living hell every day, you wear these.” He tugged them down your legs and you hissed at the way his short nails scraped against your skin.

“Oh, baby, all this for me?” He ran a finger against your wet underwear, pressing in against your folds and you mewled at the sensation. “All this from fucking your throat and calling you a dirty whore, baby? You really are fucking filthy.” He almost sounded proud. “I hope you’re not attached to these.” He said casually before ripping them straight from your skin, leaving a lingering burn on your hips; you pushed back against the sensation, and he chuckled darkly, leaning his wide body over yours, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “All of this? Is mine. Got it?” You whimpered and tried to nod, but he slapped your ass hard enough for you to see stars. “Words, baby.” He rubbed a hand over the spot, he had just hit, and you moaned. “Yes. All yours. Yours, Captain.” He hissed and removed his face from yours.

You felt a finger dip inside of you easily and bucked your hips against it; it already felt so fucking good, and it was one finger. He chuckled darkly. “Look at you, so fucking ready for me already. Do you get this wet for your little boytoy, darling? Does he fuck you this well?” he added another finger, and you were just about to explode. “Steve, fuck, I-I’m…” He stopped moving instantly “What did you call me?” His voice was menacing. “Shit, no, I’m sorry… Captain, please…” Your pussy pulsed around his fingers, desperate for friction, but he pulled them roughly from you and spanked you hard. “Here I was going to reward you for taking my cock so well…” He spoke slowly and measured. “I guess you need some more punishment.” He moved around for a little bit and you couldn’t really see what he was doing from your vantagepoint, but you definitely heard the sound of a phone ringing. “No, please, he can’t…” Your words ended in a moan when he pushed inside of you roughly, bottoming out. The saying split in two wasn’t something you believed in, but in this moment, you might start. He filled you completely, the head nudging your cervix and your thighs trembled, coated in your own slick – you didn’t care that your face was wet from spit, that your cheek was burning or that the phone was currently calling your boyfriend. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. “You don’t get to cum, until I say so.” His voice was strained, and it gave you a sick satisfaction that he was just as affected as you were. “Yes, captain.” You moaned. “Good, fucking slut…” You vaguely heard the phone being answered, but any semblance of thought left your head, when Steve drew back and slammed back in. You screamed and bucked your hips, trying to meet his deep thrusts; he chuckled and you heard another voice somewhere, but didn’t give a shit for right now.

He fucked into you with ruthless abandon, the wet sounds of your pussy paired with martin’s voice from the phone echoing throughout the room; you barely had the wherewithal to even notice your boyfriend’s voice. “This… Fuck…” Steve gasped and angled his hips a little to press deeper inside of you. “Is how you fuck Y/N, boytoy. Hear her scream out for me?” He snapped his hips and you whimpered, teetering so close to the edge, you were sure you’d collapse if Steve didn’t hold your hips up. “You should see her… Spread out wide, taking my cock so fucking good… She’s getting off on…” he groaned. “On knowing you’re hearing her like this… So fucking cock-drunk she can’t even fucking speak.” His words were addictive and you felt yourself clench around his large cock, drawing him deeper inside. “You’re going to cum for me, baby? Cum for your captain?” his finger found your clit, and you couldn’t hold it back. “Yeah, that’s fucking right, cum.” Your mouth opened in a breathless and soundless scream as you came around him, pleasure rippling through your veins; he was fucking you harder than ever, letting you ride it out on him. “She just came… Fucking shit, baby… All over my cock.” He whispered, clearly aimed at Martin. “She’s mine.”

Something came over you as the haze of your orgasm died down, and energy shot through you; there was no way you’d let him have the last word in this. You managed to roll your hips slightly, eliciting a groan from Steve, and in one move, you had your legs wrapped around his waist, flinging yourself to the side; he tumbled to the ground, still inside of you and pulled you with him. You quickly managed to straddle him, hand searching for the intended mark and found it; the small knife in his thigh holster.

You leaned down on him, your breath fanning over his face, knife in your hand and slid back down on his cock again, moaning as he bottomed out. You let the knife rest against his jugular. “Now, Steve, that wasn’t very nice, was it?” You smiled wickedly and began moving slowly, lifting yourself almost fully off his cock before sinking back down. He hissed as you pushed the knife a little harder against him, and you felt his cock twitch. You sped up, riding him faster and faster, chasing your second high – you really didn’t care about his comfort right now. You were both moaning and groaning, your wet pussy slapping against his abdomen as you came fully down.

After a minute, Steve chuckled. “Very cute, bunny.” And with that, he grabbed your wrist, twisted the knife from you and held your hips and kept you steady, sinking his heels into the floor. “Now… Where were we?” He began fucking you relentlessly now, a hand snaking around your throat and squeezed lightly. You gasped and your pussy clamped down on him as he pistoned in and out of your wet heat; he pulled your face to his. “You’re mine, Y/N. You’re my filthy slut, mine to use…” He groaned and snapped his hips again. “To use whenever I want.” Your eyes were rolling back in your head. “If you don’t want to be, easy enough. Don’t cum.”

Bastard.

You came as he pulled your lips to his, kissing you roughly and swallowing your screams as you came undone around him. His hips stuttered and he groaned against your lips, filling you with himself, painting your trembling walls white.

You were both heaving for a breath when you tried to get off him, but he held you in place with bruising force to your hips. “Don’t you dare move. I’ve wanted this for too long for you to just get off.” He mumbled and kissed you again, surprisingly gently this time. “Jesus, Steve.” You muttered. “Told you I was a brat-tamer.” “I’d like to think you’re a me-tamer.” You sassed, kissing him again.

“Yo, why’s the doors locked? Guys? Are you killing each other or something?” Sam’s voice was muffled by the door, but you really didn’t care, because Steve twitched inside of you again. You arched a brow at him. “I can do this all day, baby.” He replied. “Seriously, what the hell are you guys doing?? FRIDAY won’t answer!”

“Shut up, Sam!” You both said in unison, before his hips began to roll again and you lost yourself to the feeling of Steve.

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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misunderstandings

pairing: chris evans x reader

request: “maybe reader is upset with some seemingly flirty online interactions between chris and another celebrity and when she brings it up to him he gets mad at her and says some not so nice things…later he realizes that he was wrong and they make up🥺” - anonymous

word count: 1.1k

warnings: jealousy/insecurity and a little bit of swearing

You laid in bed, scrolling through Instagram. You were barely paying attention, until your boyfriend’s name popped out at you. You realized you were staring at a picture that one of Chris’ costars posted.

It was a gorgeous picture as she stood in a bikini on some beach in Greece. That wasn’t the part that stuck out to you, it was Chris’ comment on the post.

“chrisevans: wow, absolutely gorgeous, and you didn’t invite me?”

You rolled out of bed and headed towards the living room. Chris was sitting on the couch with Dodger’s head in his lap. “Hi there, gorgeous.” He said, kissing your cheek as you sat down next to him.

“Can I talk to you about something?” You asked him, softly. He muted the television and turned to look at you. “What’s going on?” He asked, letting his hand rest on your knee.

You almost chickened out of bringing it up to him. You felt like you were just being jealous and paranoid. “C’mon, honey. You can ask me anything” he assured you. You unlocked your phone and handed it to him.

“I feel like I’m probably just being paranoid, but I just wanted to talk to you about this before I freaked out.” You said, waiting as he figured out what you were showing him. He starred at it for a while before realizing you were talking about his comment. “Our marketing director told us to interact more on social media. It helps promote the movie. That’s all that is, I swear.” He explained, handing you your phone back. You believed him; you had no reason not to.

You interlaced your fingers with his, before continuing. “I know that, but it just feels really flirty.” You said, looking down at your hands. Chris was silent for a minute. “I was telling her I was jealous she was traveling somewhere that is so beautiful.” He explained.

It felt like his explanation slapped you in the face. You had totally misinterpreted the situation and thought he was calling her beautiful. “Oh, I’m sor—” you started to apologize, before he cut you off.

“Yeah, you were wrong. Why did you assume that I was being unfaithful to you? I didn’t do anything to deserve that. You know I would never fucking cheat on you.” He snapped. His voice came out more hostile than he had meant for it to.

“Woah, I was trying to apologize.” You said, standing up from the couch. Dodger got up and ran out of the room as his parents kept raising their voices. “You should apologize. You’re always looking for a reason to blame me for something, and I’ve never given you a reason to doubt me.” He said, standing up to face you.

“Do not yell at me.” You said, leaving the room. You had too much respect for yourself to be yelled at when you hadn’t done anything wrong. You walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“Sweetheart, wait up.” Chris called after you. You sat down on your bed, putting your head in hands. The door opened as Chris walked in. “Honey…” he started to say, his voice was much softer.

“Out!” You snapped, pointing towards the door. Your eyes shot daggers at him. He hung his head low and then left the room, making sure to close the door behind him.

You threw your head back against your pillows. You and Chris had had little arguments every now and then, but you needed time to clear your head afterwards.

You noticed that it was already pretty late. You walked over to your closet and then changed into some pajamas. You got ready to get in bed when you heard scratching at your bedroom door.

A small smile slipped onto your face as you recognized it was Dodger. You opened the door, letting the dog walk into your room. Your eyes met Chris’ as he sat on the couch, staring at you longingly. He wanted to pull you into his arms and apologize, but he knew you wanted some alone time.

“C’mere, Dodger sweetie.” You said, patting the spot next to you in bed. The excited dog jumped up on the bed and curled into your side. “You’re such a good boy.” You said, petting behind his ears before trying to fall asleep.

A creaking sound startled you and woke you up. You jumped awake, your eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light. You noticed the door opening slowly. “It’s just me, sweetheart.” Chris’ whisper met your ears. You huffed before lying back down.

He walked over to you, and sat next to you. He let his hand rest on your thigh through the blanket. “I’m sorry, honey. I can’t wait any longer to apologize. I can’t stand having you mad at me. I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said to you. I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at myself for giving you a reason to feel jealous. It’s my job to make you feel so secure that you never have to question how much I love you.” He said, softly.

“You know I could never stay mad at you forever.” You said, sitting up to face him. He smiled before leaning in and kissing you. You smiled as you kissed him back.

You and Chris weren’t a couple that fought often, and you both hated being mad at each other. “So, what do you say?” He asked you.

“What are you talking about? I swear if you apologized just so we could have sex—” you started to say. He just chucked at your reaction before stopping you and grabbing your hands. “No, honey, not that. I was asking if I could sleep in here with you and our little cuddle monster?” He asked, petting Dodger’s head.

You giggled, snuggling back into the pillows and blankets. “Of course you can.” You told him, simply. Chris let out a sigh of relief as he walked over to the other side of the bed. “Good because I haven’t been able to fall asleep yet.” He said, getting under the covers.

You glanced over at your clock. “Chris, it’s fucking four in the morning.” You exclaimed, giggling. He maneuvered Dodger and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you right into his chest. “I know, but I couldn’t fall asleep without you in my arms.” He said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“You are the clingiest man alive, but I love you.” You said, relaxing against his touch. He chuckled into your skin. “I love you too, sweetheart.” He told you.

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babylonhockey · 3 years

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falling for you ☁♡

pairing: chris evans x reader

warning/notes: female pronouns, explicit language, minor injury, argument

summary: chris is stubborn yet y/n can’t deny she has fallen for him...literally

prompts/request: n/a

word count: 841

MASTERLIST

“Jesus Christ, Chris! Please get a grip.” you scream, raking your fingers through your hair for the hundredth time tonight.

Chris scoffs at your outburst, his eyes rolling dramatically.

“Oh!” he laughed mockingly, throwing his hands into the air, “Me? I should get a grip, Y/N?”, he challenged.

You stared in disbelief, how could he be so stubborn?

“Well?” he paused, “See, you can’t even say anything now cause you know you’re wrong” he spat, the panting of his breath evident in the sudden silence of your joint living room.

Usually, this was when Chris would start to apologise.

Usually. But not today.

Instead, he stood tall and authoritatively, his hands finding their way to his hips as his shook his head as if to communicate silently, ‘say something’.

Deciding the silence was far too much to handle in the midst of your pre-existing anger, you storm off across the wide hallway and into your shared bedroom.

Chris was hot on your feet.

“Really, Y/N? Are you really gonna act like this?” he spoke aggressively, you could practically picture his eyebrows furrowing in the way that they do when he grows frustrated.

Ignoring his words, you begin to gather your clothes and toiletries, planning on abandoning the situation entirely and calming yourself down with a nice hot and much needed shower.

“Answer me!” Chris demanded, his voice echoing throughout the entire house.

You freeze suddenly, startled by his sudden outburst causing your blood to boil.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk to me like that, you dick!” you yell, staring directly into his angered eyes before slamming the door of your ensuite shut.

The warm water droplets travelled down your exposed body as you rolled your neck back and forth, attempting to achieve any sort of relaxation.

You sigh in disappointment as your mind subconsciously reflects on the situation.

Why was he like this?

Pushing your restless thoughts aside, you grab hold of your shower sponge, scrubbing the fresh lavender scented body gel into your skin.

Inhaling the scent, you instantly feel relaxed, at least for a moment.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath as you accidentally drop the shower sponge.

Sighing in annoyance, you aggressively reach down you retrieve the sponge, grunting in discontent.

However, your anger got the best of you.

“Fuck!” you squeal as you slip on the left-over soap gel coating the tiles of the shower floor.

You make contact with the harsh ground, the water still spurting onto your nude body as you lay in agony.

Your eyes instantly become glassy, tears pricking at them as you grab hold of your right ankle.

“Ouch, fuck, ow” you sob, the pain and anger overwhelming you.

You attempt to lift your hand up onto the faucet handle to turn off the continuous rushing of the warm water.

Sighing in defeat, you swallow your pride, the sobs only becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

“Chris!” you scream out in desperation, sniffling as you rock your body back and forth slightly in order to cope.

No response.

“Chris! Chris help, I fell I need help” you repeat, projecting your voice much louder than the last time.

Your body senses the heavy thumping of Chris’ steps as you lay on the floor, the water slightly muting any sounds from outside of the bathroom.

“Y/N? What happened, are you alright?” Chris knocked frantically on the shut door.

You let out another loud sob, this time in relief.

“My ankle, fuck, I fell” you cry, awaiting his reaction.

Without hesitation, the since closed door of the bathroom slams open as Chris stands over your vulnerable and injured figure.

“Um,” he stammered slightly, grabbing one of the fresh towels from the shelf, Chris quickly turned the running faucet off and draped the Egyptian cotton towel over your frail frame.

You couldn’t help but smirk, despite the pain. He was always such a gentleman, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he was.

“What happened?” he broke the silence as he carried you bridal style, sitting your on the countertop opposite the shower.

You sniffled as he grabbed hold of your ankle, inspecting it as if he would have any idea of what had happened to it.

“I-I fell over and hurt my, shit, my ankle pretty bad” you winced and he attempted to rotate your ankle around.

“Sorry,” he huffed out, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s fine, I think it may just be sprained” you smiled slightly, the pain still very much evident in your features.

“No. I mean, I’m sorry, about everything” he confessed as he lifted his head up to meet your desperate eyes.

“Me too” you grabbed hold of his wrist, pulling him in-between your legs as you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear.

Chris smirked slightly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your pouty lips.

“I love you” he sighed.

You pulled him in for another quick yet delicate peck, “I love you too, Chris. Guess I literally fell for you huh?” you teased as he chuckled, throwing his head back, just how you loved it.

“Sure” he smirked as he picked you up bridal style once again, “Now, let’s get you changed and to an emergency room, just to be sure”

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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Superstar

Summary: the secret is finally out, but something is off.

Request: can we get an update on Chris and black popstar!reader

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Popstar!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, swearing, make up sex, girl on top, Daddy kink,

(A/N: I can’t believe I finally figured this thing out. It took me forever ugh. But I’m happy with how it ended up. Like really really really happy. Please like follow and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“It’s fine,” you replied. Which obviously meant it was not fine.

Chris sighed as you looked away from the screen. “It’s not. I’m sorry, but I have interviews and events back to back. I’m trying.”

“Are you?” You finally looked back at him, furrowing your perfectly threaded brows.

“You know I am,” he said. “I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

You rolled your eyes. He bit his tongue. Refraining from telling you to behave. This didn’t feel like the time for that. He didn’t wanna upset you more. “You keep saying that but every time you push it back. I always come see you, but it’s never the other way around.” You went off. Clearly this had been something you’d been holding in. “You know what I gotta go. I’ll just talk to you later.”

It had honestly felt like a gut punch. Despite everything that’s been going on, the two of you had never really fought. Sure there was one time you’d gotten into a “disagreement” over something dumb once but it was over in like a second. This time felt different.

He was busy, you were busy. Distance is fucking hard. He was so proud of you and it made him feel guilty that he wasn’t really there with you.

Still he was really trying. He bought you flowers all the time. Texted you as much as he could. Fuck the two of you were at least in the same time zone so you could always FaceTime before bed.

When everyone found out there was this weird lull for a minute. Things just felt off. Maybe because of all the sudden attention and the way everyone seemed to be analyzing every move, but it was hard. But it didn’t matter. Because despite the weird slut shamey comments from too many people, the constant speculation about your sex lives, this weird tarot reading situation that people kept tagging you in, and obviously you ended up getting the brunt of most of the bullshit, you stuck through it.

There was one set of fans that was totally over the fucking moon. Then there was this other for both of you. The hate always seemed to happen for the same reason. Either way it was worse for you.

You always kept up a happy face though. That even though you’d bitch about the dumb shit they’d say you also read so much nice stuff. The even after that weird fucking segment from a dork that leaves his wife with a dry ass pussy and a few of the other fucking weirdos in that particular group of fuck wholes, you were okay. Everyone told him to not respond even though he wanted to so bad. But he was dying to say something, but he promised you so he refrained.

You were obviously right. It mostly died down. Of course there was this one particular dickhead that seemed to obsess over it. Even that became easy to ignore at some point. Not like you hadn’t kind of expected something.

Honestly it felt weird. Like he was worried about you. About how it was affecting you. If this was good for you. If he was good for you. Then the other part of him never wanted to leave your side. He just loved you.

Then a fucking bomb dropped. At first you rolled your eyes. Even laughed. It was like who the fuck cares where he thinks. It’s just then it’s became a discourse on twitter. On if it was fair for you to move on. It was such bullshit.

It was easy to mute certain words online and filtering as much as you could. Still not wanting to disrupt your happiness just because some jealous asshole had some dumb shit to say. It would have been fine if it didn’t end up in every interview you did.

Your album had finally dropped. Which came the press tour. Everyone heard about how you’d reworked it and it was so obvious he was why. Everyone felt the need to comment on it.

Of course he was asked questions about you. Everyone wanted to know as much as they could. He couldn’t even go to the grocery store without someone asking. Not to mention the way people would get when they saw you together.

It still didn’t compare to the absolute scrutiny you received. The way they’d dissect you. Everyone just running with a bullshit narrative that you’d led him on only to get with Chris and ghost.

Which wasn’t even true. You’d seen him at a few events. Got photographed together and suddenly everyone was running with that like it was true. Then a few days later there you were with him. Flirting with him on camera. Then letting him take you home so you could smoke and fuck.

Then the way you got caught. It just wasn’t a good look right after scrapping the album that was about him. Chris had read the lyrics. He hated that you ever had to feel like that. Not to say the entire thing was dedicated to your breakup, but after you’d done it all over it just wasn’t the same. Your heart was in it more. And people noticed. Despite the drama you were blowing the fuck up.

He was never the type to be in drama before. This was all new to him. Sure people speculated on his relationships. Hell there’d been speculation with his current costar. Fans and gossip blogs always did shit like that. He knew that. Hell he expected that kind of stuff to happen.

It was just that something was off and he realized that. Suddenly days that should have been scheduled together had been not happening. Something wasn’t right.

He knew he’d made sure to take those specific days off to see you on tour. It’s not like this was the first time he’d seen you. You tended to get more days off so you managed to make more time. Staying in bed for as long as you could. He fucking missed that. So yes he hopped on the fastest flight he could get.

The whole time there he was doing everything he could try and get a ticket. Not totally sure how to since it seemed like you were sold out.

He didn’t wanna be a fucking douche bag. Go up to someone like let me in I’m Captain America. You’d think he was a fucking dork. Well he could go up there and say hey I’m Chris Evans your boyfriend. Maybe he was still on the list.

Well he was going to have to look like an asshole because he had this big ass bouquet. Just hoping maybe it wasn’t too late. God his management and everything were about to be pissed, but he’d handle it. It’s just that ever since he met you, it felt like you belonged in his life. He wasn’t ready to lose that.

The thought had made him sick. It was like hey asshole. Either he got his shit together or he’d lose you. His fucking person. You were it him. And breaking up wasn’t an option if he could help it. Even if some tough decisions will have to be made.

Yeah he knew everyone would be pissed, but it was just something he’d have to deal with. It’s not like this has been a habit. It’s just that this time had been a little too long. Especially with all the problems going on.

If anything now that he was coming today he was here earlier. Which meant he could spend more time with you. Say sorry in your section of the bus. Get a hotel when you could.

“Hey, Chris!” Your tour manager greeted him with this fake ass smile.

“Hey,” he said probably sounding more nervous than he wanted to. He just wanted to see you already. “Is she already on stage?”

Your manager sighed then groaned. “See we just calmed her down. We feel like you being here might upset her more so-“

“What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, side eyeing them as they’d rambled on. “You realize I’m her boyfriend, right?”

They bit their tongue and made a face before scrunching up their nose. “I’m aware,” they replied. “It’s just that we don’t need her having problems right before she goes on stage.”

It’s not that he didn’t get that, but fuck. If it was that bad he could make it better!

“There’s nothing I can do,” they replied with a shrug.

Yeah see that wasn’t going to work for him. He doesn’t know what the fuck was going on but he was getting the fuck inside. Whatever games everyone was playing was not keeping him from his girl.

He sighed and took his phone out. Considering he wanted to surprise you, at least he knew one person here that didn’t hate him.

“Why didn’t you just text me first!” Your best friend rolled her eyes.

Chris chuckled feeling relieved. If she didn’t hate him. You didn’t hate him. “I know. I should have. I just thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Look, you’re here. Her last dude would have never hopped on a plane for her like that.” She shrugged. “I like that about you.”

“Yeah I’m trying. It’s just… I feel like our schedules never line up anymore, but that’s okay I’m gonna talk to my team and tell them they can’t just add things without speaking to me first anymore,” he rambled on.

Chris almost missed the way she glared at your tour manager. “Yeah, that’ll be a start at least.”

Watching you in the studio had been magical to say the least. You looked so fucking cute all serious and energetic. Like you were so in love with what you were doing. He’d never been like this before. Honestly he felt like a fan girl.

You sang a lot at home. Like when you’d be fiddling around with different melodies or lyrics. Sometimes with acoustic guitar accompanying it. Then other times piano. There’d been a few times where you’d play together. Not that he was at your level.

Those were some of his favorite moments. They seemed to be yours too because you’d giggle and bite your lip. Then you’d always end up on his lap. Kissing and grinding on him. But this? This was not the same.

You were in your element. And the crowd was probably just as pumped as he was. It’s not like you were the first famous woman he’d dated, but it was never like this. Something about you in that spotlight in your knee high boots and little costume. You were so fucking perfect. All made up. You looked like a fucking star. And you had no idea he was right there.

Your fans were clearly feeling it. Screaming along to every song. You honestly looked like you were having the time of your life. This place was fucking packed. All for you. God he couldn’t believe he almost missed this.

You looked so fucking perfect. He felt like a fucking fan girl. He can’t believe he almost missed this.

You still hadn’t noticed him from where he was, but you were performing like it didn’t matter. That’s his girl.

By the time you saw him, you did a double take. Walking off stage for a wardrobe change. Jaw dropping as you saw him.

“Chris?” He could see you say even though he couldn’t hear you over the

As your lip poked out he couldn’t stop himself as he went to you. Pulling you into his arms before you could even react. It didn’t even matter that all these other people were around.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, voice cracking.

“I couldn’t just let you be mad at me,” he said rubbing your back. You finally wrapped your arms around his waist and he sighed in relief.

“Did they let you in okay?” You asked. “I put you on the list.”

“Yeah? Even though I was being a dick?”

“I always put you on the list,” you replied.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head. Fuck he really needed to step up. “Y/N, outfit change,” your manager said.

“We’ll talk after?” You asked pulling away from him.

“Yeah of course. You sounded amazing by the way.”

“Think so?”

“Of course I did,” he said with a smile before pecking your lips again. His eyes connecting with your manager’s who sneered at him as you finally went on your way.

It didn’t take long for you to be back into it. Up on stage putting in work. He doesn’t know how you did all of that. In heels.

He was genuinely bummed out when it was over. Then you were back in his arms giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. He actually couldn’t believe you were his girl. That you were this fucking amazing.

After the meet and greet and some other stuff the two of you finally got to be alone. Getting a hotel so the two of you could be alone. Honestly he was waiting for you to do something. Scream at him maybe.

Instead you let him hold you in the shower. A silence falling over you. Just wanting to be with you. Fuck he felt like such a fucking asshole still. At least he knew things weren’t broken.

Now you were sitting on his lap. Still clinging to him. Wearing his shirt while all he wore was a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. As much as he was enjoying having you so close he couldn’t not say anything. “I still wanna talk about this,” he said.

“Me too,” you replied, before getting ready to scoot off of him. Before you could he just wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you still.

Chris put his hand under your chin. Lifting it up so he could swipe his lips across yours. “It’s okay,” he whispered nuzzling his nose to yours. “We can be close.”

You nodded with your lip trembling. Resting your head against his strong chest. Sniffling as he placed kisses on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

“No it’s all me, okay. I’m gonna get down to the bottom of it.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Eyes all welled up with tears.

Chris sat back. Wanting to get really comfortable like this. He just fucking wanted to hold you. “I don’t know. It’s like they sprung it up at me. I feel like it keeps happening.” He rubbed your thigh just trying to relax you. “It feels like the time I schedule with you always ends up getting changed around.”

“Do you think it’s someone on your team?”

“It could be,” he confessed.

“But, like, how? Why?” You were all teary. “Do they not like me?”

He sighed. “I dunno, Baby. It’s okay I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry for hanging up on you.”

“No, don’t you even,” he scoffed before kissing your cheek. “I deserved it.”

“I don’t care. I’m supposed to talk to you, I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off as the tears finally started slipping out. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Besides it’s what made me get off my ass. I couldn’t handle you being mad at me.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” He didn’t stop kissing your face. He hadn’t been able to do shit like this I’m too long. “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied

He sighed contentedly and you sat up a little so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. Moving so you could straddle his lap. Putting your head into the crook of his neck. You wanted him close. And he was more than happy to wrap you up in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more.”

You looked up at him with those watery eyes, his heart feeling like it was about to explode. He couldn’t let you go. Not when he saw the future in your eyes. Fuck.

Chris knew he loved you. He’d taken one look at you and said oh that’s wifey before you even met. Then when you did. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He’d be damned if someone ruined this. He’d get to the bottom of it. He had to. For you. He couldn’t picture life without you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t like fighting with you.”

“I don’t like fighting with you either,” you replied with a chuckle as you sniffled, pulling away so you could look him in the face.

He half smiled, putting his hands over your hips. Moving to your ass to palm you and then back. You giggled and frowned. Before you could protest he pressed his lips to yours. Needing you close.

You wrapped your arms around him again. He pressed his lips to yours finally. This time not wanting to let go. There was this desperation. It had been to long. Longer than you usually go. Now that all the crying was out of the way now he could work on showing you just how sorry he was.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist. Putting you on his lap. Making you straddle him. Cupping your ass in his hands. Making you move up and down on his lap. Grinding your pussy against him.

You seemed to be just as needy as he was. He understood. First fight and all. Both of you wanted to put it in the past.

“Daddy,” you gasped into his mouth after he grabbed your bare ass this time. Could feel his dick getting hard. Pressing into your inner thigh.

Kissing got deeper. Tongues moving against each other’s. There was this warmth in his chest. Fuck he needed you.

His fingers going down to your pussy lips. Chuckling to himself as he remember that you hadn’t worn panties. You gasped again, but this time he kept you there. Not even letting you take a moment to relax. Pussy juices dripping onto him his fingers like honey.

Fuck you were oozing. Ready for him and only him. So many man would kill to be able to touch between your thighs. He was the only one allowed to though. Your pussy was his. You were his.

He pushed all the thoughts of what he needed to do out of his mind. All of that could wait until later. He didn’t wanna think about that when he was fucking your pussy with his fingers.

It had been a minute since he’d been inside of you. He needed to stretch you out a little. Needed to make sure you could take him. Wanted to take care of your pussy until you were cumming all over him. His little star. He had to take care of you.

With that he hurried up so he could get buried inside of you. Pushing in so deep and watching your face get all screwed up. Keeping you on top. Little pussy hugging his cock because he was still way too much for you.

At this point in your relationship, he knew exactly what to do to get you turned on. Not like he even had to do much. It was like the both of you were just fucking always ready. Nothing else mattered when you were alone.

Shit.

“Please don’t stop,” your whimpered. Knocking him out of his thoughts. He smiled up at you before kissing you again.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl. Look so pretty when you take my dick. Always take it so well.”

“I missed taking your dick,” you whimpered.

He stood up making you scream out as l cock dick impaled you deeply. Pussy clenching around him as you clung to him. Nails scratching against his flesh. Good he loved how you did that.

He’d wanted to take you over to the bed so he could fuck you right, but this was okay. He could fuck you like this. Holding you up in his strong arms. Moving you just like how he needed to.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” You cried. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking big! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“That’s it. Cum for me,” he said. “Fucking cum. Now.”

You buried your face into his neck as he helped you work through it. Still holding you up. Moving you how he needed you. Needing to get it all the way out of you. Fuck it the bed would have to wait.

He laid you down on the couch. Standing over you so he could pump in and out of you. Moving his hips in a certain way with your legs around his waist. Going deeper and deeper.

“Chris, Ch-ris! Ah, ah, ah.”

“That’s it.” he groaned. “Say my name. My favorite girl. Gonna love you for fucking ever. You hear me?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered all breathily. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he groaned. “Gonna marry you. Make you my wife. Only pussy I’m gonna fuck for the rest of my life.” Fuck he couldn’t stop. It’s like the words were spilling from this lips.

All you could do is look at him with teary eyes. Still unable to really say what you wanted as he drives into you. You were his. You were fucking his. And he was going to make sure every fucking person knew that even you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head again as you came. Pussy clenching around him so tight it triggered his own orgasm. Shooting deep inside of you.

He rode it out. Making sure you were good until he finally picked you up so he could tuck you under the covers. Getting comfortable beside you. Wanting to be close to you. Trying to wrap his head around what he’d confessed while balls deep inside of you. And that he meant every single word.

Spending the rest of the night wrapped up in you. Not letting you go until morning so you could at least get a little sleep. You still had to get up and get to the next venue. All that mattered right now things between you were god. He could figure out the rest later.

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