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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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The TikTok Terror Rises Again

Summary: The TikTok Terror is back with some new pranks for her poor men. Pray for them. Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Anthony Mackie

*Warnings: Shenanigans, Fluff, Some Smut, MFM, Angry Chris and Anthony, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Petnames, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to @ljej95 for one of the suggestions included in this fic! As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

“So you thought it was funny to take a good 10 years off our lives?” Your Honeybear is pissed.

“I almost had a fucking stroke.” And so is your Dumpling. He hops off the counter to shut the oven door.

“Yeah? And I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.” Poor, poor Honeybear.

“Oh, Sweet Dumpling.” He glares at you. “I’m pretty sure you forgot to baste the roast.” You bat your eyes at him.

“Get. Her.” He growls.

You take off running, laughing when Anthony slips and falls as he tries to give chase. You make it to your office and lock the door, Still giggling, you use the adrenaline coursing through you to position your rather heavy desk against the door.

Looks like you’d be sleeping in here tonight. You grab a blanket and some snacks that you’d stowed away and curl up on your couch. Guess it was time to see what’s new on Kindle.

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TikTok Prank #11: The Pickle Jar Hack

“Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like it’s just kind of…mocking us now?” Sebastian asks as he glares down at the source of his irritation.

“Mmhm.” Anthony grunts in response. “No, no. I feel it too. Like, if it was 6” and a man, I’d have to take him out back and give ‘em the business.”

“Well it’s not going to win, I can tell you that much.” Chris asserts with a growl as he picks up the pickle jar. “Gentleman, to the garage.”

You struggle not to laugh, but you could’ve sworn Chris had said that last line almost the same way he would say “Avengers Assemble”. Anthony, Chris, and Sebas had been trying to open the jar of pickles you’d placed in front of them for the better part of the last 20 minutes. “Guys, it’s okay. I really don’t need pickles that badly. Really it’s -”

“No!” Anthony barks as they head out to the garage. “It’s the principle of the thing. And if my baby wants pickles, my baby gets pickles.”

“Damn right she does.” Chris grumbles as he stomps out the door. “C’mon Seb.” And out they go.

It’s only when you hear the door shut that you allow yourself to give in to the giggles bubbling up in your chest. They had been so sweet when you’d approached them and said you’d needed help opening that damned jar. You’d seemed so frustrated, and of course you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to show off their strength. It was a man thing, you know?

But what they didn’t know, and what you had purposely neglected to tell them, was that you had already managed to open the jar on your own. And then you’d super glued it shut again. Nice and tight.

You fish out another jar of pickles from your secret hiding spot, along with a fork, and happily begin munching away. God, how you loved them. Your mother had eaten them all day long when she was pregnant with you and once you’d emerged from the womb, you had never been able to get enough. We’re talking Dill, Kosher, Garlic, Zesty Garlic…you could go through a jar on your own in like a day.

Allowing yourself one last spear, you return the jar to its home and wait. 15 minutes later, your favorite men and their friend return looking somehow both sheepish and triumphant.

“Well, Y/N.” Anthony coughs. “After employing the use of a couple tools, some mental prowess, and a little bit of elbow grease, we managed to get it open.”

“My heroes.” You bat your lashes at them. Their chests puff out a little at your praise.

“You know, uh, I’m actually the one who finally got it open.” Sebastian is proud to tell you. Chris and Anthony turn to scowl at him. “It was a group effort.” Your boys mumble.

You go to hug Sebastian first, which clearly irritates the others. He wraps his arms around you and then stiffens. He sniffs the air. “I’m sorry, but do you…do you smell like pickles?”

“What?” You cry out in indignation and back away, but not before grabbing the jar from him. “Of course I don’t!” Anthony and Chris’ heads swing to you. “She smells like pickles?”

“She does.” Sebas confirms, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. “See, this right here is the reason I have trust issues.”

Chris crooks his index finger at you. “C’mere, Y/N. Let me smell you.” You balk at that. No way, dude...

“First of all, I gotta tell you that that is such a weird thing to say. Also, no.” You reach for the glass of water sitting nearby, which only seems to arouse further suspicion. “If you must know, I took a couple shots of apple cider vinegar while you were out there. For the health benefits.” You shrug. “The smell is just probably in your nose or something.”

“Right.” Sebas mutters. “In my nose. Y/N, I think I speak for all of us when I say, you are so fucking lucky we love you.”

Anthony lets out a low whistle. “Don’t worry Sexy Sebas. We’ll deal with our girl tonight, and if necessary, you’ll get your apology tomorrow.”

“Yes you will.” Chris confirms. “Enjoy your pickles, sweetheart. Hope it was worth it.” And with that they head outside, mumbling things about women being bizarre as hell. Oh well.

More pickles for you!

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TikTok Prank #12: Pretend To Throw Out Your Man’s Prized Possession(s)

“Oh good god!” Chris screams from the top of the stairs as you are helping Anthony run lines for his next role. “Guys, we’ve been robbed!” Both men had just returned home from separate promotional tours. Anthony on Tuesday and Chris on Wednesday. You both immediately perk up at the sound of the panicked man’s voice.

“We’ve been what?!” Anthony’s wide eyes stray to yours. “What?” He breathes.

“I - I…” You stumble as you meet his gaze. “No - no we weren’t…I would have known…”

“And you would have said something, right?” You aggressively nod your head as Chris races down the stairs.

“Dumpling, baby, there’s no way we could have been robbed.” You coo softly as you get up from your seat to stroke your thumbs over the apples of his reddened cheeks. He pulls your hands away to face Anthony.

“Mack, you don’t get it. I went to add my latest pair of designer shoes to my collection, and every pair was gone.” He’s breathing hard now, his breath coming in quick hot bursts. “I’m not talking one or two! When I say every fucking pair, I mean every fucking pair!”

“What are you talking about, man?” Your other boyfriend asks as he tries to process what his best friend is saying. “Y/N has been here the whole time. If there was a break-in then she would have known. She would have called the police and then us, way before now.” He looks to you for confirmation. “Right?” He tries again when you don’t respond quick enough.

“Come see for yourself then, Mack. I swear to god that I’m not making this shit up!”

“Um, okay…about the shoes…” You nervously twirl your thumbs as you look away. Silently you turn and head up the stairs, knowing they’ll follow. After a moment, you reach your bedroom where Chris’ sneaker collection had once lived. It also held Anthony’s expensive ass watch collection as well. But you weren’t brave enough to ever try anything with those.

As you expected, they are hot on your heels. You stop when you reach your room, the tense silence hanging thick in the air. “So about the shoes…”

“Yeah, tell me all about my goddamned shoes, Y/N.” He folds his arms over his chest, as does the other man standing next to him. Neither one of them look even the slightest bit happy with you, and there’s a part of you that knows things are only going to get worse before they get better.

“I may have…sold them while you were gone.” Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes close as you brace for the tidal wave that is Chris. Instead your ears are met with the sound of strained laughter. You open your eyes to see the man in question looking at you in disbelief as he laughs. The only real indication that it’s not any kind of a good laugh is the one lone tear that trails down his cheek as he does it. Anthony rests a comforting hand on his back.

Chris had snapped.

“Sweet girl…” Anthony is clearly digging deep for patience as he watches his friend sink to the ground, awash with grief. “Why? Just give me one good reason as to why you would have done that?” His voice is hard, which has you anxiously bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Well, because he had said he wanted to do some spring cleaning and make some space. So I did that. But I didn’t just want to throw them out, so I sold them.” Chris looks ready to have an aneurysm. “But we made good money off it. $10,000, in fact!”

“$10,000?” He whispers to Anthony. “She sold my babies for $10k.” Aw, shit. Is he hyperventilating now? “Y/N, that was a $100,000 fucking shoe collection! For fucks sake!” He lays down on the floor. Your other boyfriend goes to sit next to him.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Anthony grits out. “You know how much we both love you, but right now I think you should leave. Just go downstairs or something until I can get him together.”

“But I -”

“GO!” They both point at the door. If you didn��t know what was really going on, their response would have made you cry. A lot.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” The sniffle you let out as you turn to leave is very real. “But before I do -” They both turn to glare at you so fast as if daring you to continue. “Come with me. What I have to show you might make you, both of you, a little less upset.”

You boys continue to glare at you. “Honeybear, help him up and then come on. And after, if you want, I’ll go. I’ll even leave the house and get a hotel.”

“She had better get a -” Chris interrupts.

“Stop, man. Our girl is not leaving this house.” They both get up and let you lead them down the hall to a different room. You enter and then open a closet door before flipping on the light…

Surprising them both with a renovated and very generously expanded closet that contains all of the missing shoes. Every. Single. Pair. Anthony pulls you back against his big chest as Chris brushes by you with an excited screech. “They’re all here, Mack! All of ‘em. Right here!”

“I had the work done while you guys were gone.” You mumble, staring at the floor.

“Y/N, baby…” Anthony leans down to whisper: “why do you always like to play such dangerous games with us?” He nibbles the shell of your ear.

“Thank you for the gift, sweet girl.” Chris murmurs from his place on the floor as he admires his collection. “But I’m going to warn you that as soon as I get the feelings back in my legs again, you need to be afraid. Very afraid.” The dark sincerity in his voice has you choking on air.

Meanwhile, Anthony’s arms remain firmly wrapped around your middle. “I’ve got her right here, homie. So take your time, because our baby’s not going anywhere.” His hand slips down your pants and into your panties, his fingers lightly swirling over your clit. He keeps going the longer Chris gazes at his shoes, his rhythm picking up, making you keen.

“Can you at least allow me a head start for my good deed?” You whimper. Kind of pathetically.

“No, Y/N. You’re staying right here. I’ll hold you all night long if I have to.”

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TikTok Prank #13: Tell Your Man That You’re Meeting Up with Your Ex

You’re sitting on the couch in the living room with Chris. He’s on one and you’re on the other, with some random CNN special quietly playing in the background. Your man is reading the latest issue of Time Magazine, while you’re busy wasting time on your phone.

After a while, you let out a sigh. You can feel him look up at you, but you choose to keep your eyes on your phone. When you don’t say anything more, he goes back to reading. A few minutes later, you sigh again and mumble “okay, okay, Eric, fine”.

Chris perks up again, his head tilting to the side. Eric? He thinks to himself. Wasn’t that the name of…no it can’t be. There’s no way you would even think of talking to him.

You fling an arm over your head and stretch. “Hey Dumpling? I gotta head over to my ex’s for a minute.” Flashing him an “it is what is” style grin you go to get up off the couch.

“Excuse me.” He hisses. “Where do you think you’re going?” The look on his face lets you know that if he has any say about it, Eric’s house is the last place you’ll be going.

“It’s no big deal, baby.” You try to reassure him. “He just told me he found some of my stuff and wants me to come pick it up. I said I would because I want it back.” Chris throws his magazine to the floor as he stands up.

“What kind of shit could you possibly need from him after two and a half years?” Yeah, he’s pissed. And confused.

“Um, he told me found some of my books, a few pictures, a couple hoodies. Yeah, I definitely want those back - the books and the hoodies I mean.” To say Chris is anything but flabbergasted is putting it mildly.

“Oh fuck this game.” He mutters. “Anthony!” He bellows. “Anthony, get down here!”

“Dumpling, wait - please.” Chris holds up his hand at you.

“No, you wanna go to Eric’s place? Then I guess we’re all going to Eric’s place. I don’t even get why you want some fucking hoodies you haven’t missed or worried about in almost three years.” He’s in full rant mode now. “You don’t even wear the ones you have, you always steal ours and –.” Chris pauses. You can see the wheels turning in his head, right as Anthony comes down the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.

Damn is he fine. Both your men were.

“What, man?” He asks, clearly irritated. “I’m trying to get dressed.”

“Well then hurry up, because apparently the three of us are taking a trip.” He glares at you. “To Eric’s house.” Anthony looks at him as if he’s hit his head. “And just who the fuck is Eric, and why do we have to go there?”

You open up your mouth to respond, Chris isn’t having it. “Why, that’s Y/N’s ex. Apparently he’s been texting her.” Anthony’s full lips twist into a perplexed scowl. “He wants her to pick up some of her stuff after almost three years. Some books and some hoodies. Which she wants.”

Oy. Now they’re doing that thing where they talk about you as if you’re not here.

“And why the hell would she want those? It’s not like she even wears the ones she has. She’s always wearing ours and -” Now the gears are spinning overtime in his brain too.

Biting your thumb you try to interject, but they just keep going. “Chris, you and I both know we’re not letting our girl go to some deadbeat’s house to pick up some stupid fucking hoodies that she might’ve gotten from another man.”

“You’re right, Mackie.” They turn their heated gaze to you. “If our girl wants to wear a hoodie, she’s happy to raid one from either of our closets. She can even double up for all I care.”

“True enough. Because she knows that we were never a fan of the way he treated her in the first place.” Anthony crouches in front of you before gripping your chin in his hand. “And our sweet girl knows that if I saw him, I’d have to pop him in his mouth, and then it’d have to be something.”

Chris smirks at his words. “We both know that little bitch wouldn’t do shit.” He responds in reference to your ex.

“Right.” Anthony leans in to kiss your nose. “Which is why Y/N knows she’s not going over there. And if she can’t say “no”, then we’ll happily do it for her.” You’ve been so focused on your Honeybear that you’ve failed to notice that Chris is now hunched down next to you as well.

“Do you need to give me your phone, baby girl?” Anthony coos softly, which is in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes. “Do you need us to tell that little sad sac that you have all the hoodies you’ll ever need?”

“No.” You whisper softly. “I - I got it. I’ll just block him. I don’t need those hoodies that bad.” You chuckle nervously.

“There we go.” Chris purrs. “See, Mack? I knew she could be a good girl. It just takes a little coaxing.” Anthony slowly lets go of your chin.

“Thank you.” He grunts. “Now can I please finish dressing without any more interruptions? I’m looking at you, baby.” You quickly nod your head. “I’ll bring you one of my hoodies when I come back down. Little brat.

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TikTok Prank #14: Hide Under the Bed

Since you enjoyed scaring your boys so much the first time, you figure it’s worth another go round. Tonight you tell them that you’re going out with your friend, Serena. Which you are. You just plan to arrive home earlier than they expect. Which you do.

You know from the numerous, mildly tipsy texts that you’ve been receiving from them that they’re on their way home. Good. They’ve been teasing you all night, sending you message after message detailing how they plan to take you apart, work you over, and then put you back together again.

Knowing they’re due to arrive at any moment, you make your way upstairs. Stripping down to your black panties, pink cami, and black bra, you climb under the bed. It’s a tight fit for sure, but you’re committed to your cause.

You lie in wait, only perking up when you hear Chris and Anthony make their way into the house from the garage. The sound of their raucous laughter warms your heart. You positively adored your men, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t love fucking with them. So you stay hidden. You’d made sure to silence and hide your phone in your underwear drawer, so even if they called you, they wouldn’t know you were already home.

It takes a little while, but eventually you hear their heavy footfalls coming up the stairs.They begin talking softly when they enter the room.

“Aye Chris, what time is Y/N coming back? I want our girl home, man.”

You hear Chris sigh. “I don’t know, but hopefully soon. Give me a little more time to sober up and we’ll go get her.”

Anthony lets out a giggle. It’s manly, but it’s still a giggle nonetheless. “She’s gonna be so mad if we do that.”

“Yeah, but I kinda like it when she’s mad. She’s such a little handful.” The warmth in his voice has you positively melting.

“Mmhm, but then we get to settle her down. Trying to get our feisty wildcat to purr like the little kitten we both know she is…man...”

“But you gotta love the fact that she only purrs for us.” Chris’ voice is positively dripping with pure male satisfaction.

“I really want to make her purr right now.”

“Then let’s call a Lyft and go get our lady. Imagine how much fun we’ll have wrestling her into the backseat.” They both chuckle at that.

And that’s when you realize that you’ve been so caught up in their conversation that you’d forgotten you had a job to do. Taking a deep breath, you take your fist and bang it against the wall, causing a loud “thump”. Both men go quiet.

“That was the house settling, right?” Anthony breathes out, suddenly sounding nervous. “Please tell me that that was the house settling.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course it was, man. In fact, it sounded like it came from this wall over here.” Their socked feet move closer to your hiding spot under the bed. Not being able to resist, you slowly reach out to tickle their ankles.

“OH SHIT!” Anthony and Chris both squeak, yes squeak, at the same time, before suddenly leaping onto the bed and out of sight.

“Something touched me, bro.” Chris wheezes, clearly trying to catch his breath.

“Must have been a draft…” Anthony whispers, sounding rattled.

“Yeah, yeah. Except, the ceiling fan isn’t on and none of the windows are open.” They’re both breathing hard and on full alert. You pick that moment to bash one fist against the boxspring, while banging the other against the wall.

“FUCK THIS!” Chris all but bellows. But Anthony, well, your sweet Honeybear has had enough. From his position on the bed you hear him shout: “I don’t know who or what the fuck is in here, but our girl is coming home soon, which means me and my boy here are going to have to fuck you up!”

You hear Chris’ sharp intake of breath. “That’s right, Casper! So - so come on out and take your ass whooping like a man!”

You cover your mouth, torn between feelings of pride and straight up laughter. They were so cute that you decide it’s finally time to reveal yourself.

“You really want to fight me, boys?” You giggle from underneath the bed. “I mean, I’ll take you on. But can I at least stretch first?” You’re actually surprised when you hear them laugh. You’re talking about deep, gut-busting laughter coming straight from your men.

They climb off the bed and kneel on the floor to peek at you. “You are in so much trouble, sweet girl. Get your ass out from under there.” They help tug you out, still laughing. Anthony kisses your forehead. “You just took another five years off our lives, honey. That puts you at fifteen.”

Chris’ hands go to tickle your waist. “Mackie’s right. Now how do you plan to make things up to us before we expire?”

You drop down to your knees in front of them, hands going to the fastenings on their pants. “Hmm, I think I can come up with a few things.” You shoot them a mischievous as you take them into your mouth, one after the other. Over and over again

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TikTok Prank #15: Get Your Man’s Reaction to the Infamous TikTok Leggings

Today you were going on a morning run. Your men were still sleeping, which gives you time to quickly tug on your new pair of those leggings everyone had been raving about on TikTok. You follow it up with donning a black sports bra and a baggy t-shirt, just before Anthony starts to wake.

“Mm…Y/N?” He murmurs sleepily, his hand reaching out in search of your warmth. Your men were so cute when they woke up. “Where you goin’ baby?”

“Just on a run, honey. Go back to sleep.”

“Skip it and come back to bed. Need you to keep me warm…”

“Shhh.” You whisper, not wanting to risk him waking Chris. You brush a quick kiss over his forehead. “Sleep, big man. I’ll be back soon.” You watch as his eyes flutter closed. Adorable.

Lacing up your shoes, you head downstairs to grab your phone, headphones, arm band, and a spray bottle before heading out through the garage. You pause at your car, opening the trunk where you deposit your t-shirt and grab another package. And then you were off.

Your run lasts about five minutes - just long enough for you to turn the corner and make it to your friend Rachel’s house. She greets you at the door with a mimosa.

….

After about an hour you say your goodbyes and take off for home. You knew your men would be awake by now. But before you leave, you take your spray bottle full of water and wet yourself down so it looks like you’ve really worked up a sweat.

As you near the house, you notice Anthony is outside talking to a neighbor. He notices your approach before your boyfriend does. “Good morning, Liam!” You wave at him. Anthony turns around and stops in his tracks, momentarily stunned, his smile frozen on his face as he takes in your attire. You sidle up next to them.

“Hey there, good lookin’!” You chirp, rising on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You chuckle inwardly when you feel Liam’s gaze stray to your ass. “I just had the best run, but I am absolutely parched. See you guys later.”

You turn to walk inside, taking note of Anthony’s strangled gasp when he gets a load of your booty. Too bad you couldn’t shake it right now, but you make sure your hips sway with every step you take.

Two minutes later, you hear Anthony behind you. “Baby, I’m so glad you had a good run but…” You reach into the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “But what, honey?” He hops up and down just a little with restless energy.

“I was just thinking that maybe you should workout inside from now on.” Your only response is a raised brow, lips coming together in a firm line. “You know we’ve got that whole home gym downstairs that we barely even use.” Huh?

“Oh? Could’ve sworn you and Dumpling used it all the time.” He struggles to answer just as Chris walks in.

The other man immediately takes you in his arms. “Good morning, sweetness.” He growls into your neck. “Missed you in bed.”

“Oof!” You growl playfully. “Get off silly. I’m pretty gross right now. All this sweat and stuff…eww!”

“Aww, stop it, Y/N. You are the furthest thing from gross.” What you don’t know is that Anthony is behind you, motioning for Chris to look down. And when he finally does, he is mesmerized by the sight of your ass. “Damn.” He mouths at Anthony.

“I was just telling our girl here about the home gym downstairs.” He aggressively mimes for Chris to understand, which he quickly does.

“He’s right, he did. But I didn’t forget it was there. You boys use it all the time. And I like to run. Outside.”

“But baby…” Chris murmurs as he releases you. “We could work out together.” You take another pull of your water bottle. “Me and Mack could lift, you know? Curl some weights. And you…you could run on the treadmill.” You blink up at him, the look on your face letting him know that you are so not convinced.

“That’s right!” Anthony chimes in. “It’d be a whole little family affair.”

You turn your nose up at that suggestion. “Nah, running on a treadmill makes me feel like a hamster. Plus you guys make way too much noise when you workout. All that grunting and groaning…it’s too distracting.” You turn to head upstairs, giving both your men a good look at your legging-clad backside. You giggle softly when you hear their twin moans.

“Y/N, baby, but when you run outside you’ve got to think about cars…” Anthony growls as he jogs behind you.

“Thanks for the concern, Honeybear. But I run on the sidewalk, not in the street.”

And then comes Chris. “What about wild animals? Have you considered those?”

“Yep, he’s right, Y/N. We’re talking about stray dogs and cats…”

“Thanks for the concern, boys, but I’ll be fine. And you already know if I see either one, I will try to bring them home myself. So I’ll the one responsible for that battle.” You reach your bedroom and let out a sigh. Of course they’re still with you.

“But then you’ve got to think about coyotes! They are taking over!” Anthony exclaims.

“He’s right. I just watched a whole special on it.” That makes you roll your eyes.

“Coyotes? In the daytime? In this neighborhood? Okay.” You proceed to start getting undressed. “You know boys, typically I’d invite you to shower with me, but you’re both being weird so…” You take off your sports bra, letting your breasts go free.

“Guys.” You whip around to face them. “You’ve never been this odd about my runs before. Does this have something to do with my leggings? Do you…not…like them?” Both Anthony and Chris immediately focus on your chest. You cross your arms, inadvertently pushing them up even higher. You then watch as their heads simultaneously tilt to the side.

“They’re the breast.” Chris coughs. “I mean the best!”

“Baby, we love your leggings. It’s something about that ass that has us all twisted up.” Anthony breathes as his large, rough hand goes to rub at his hardening cock.

Paying them no mind, you yank your remaining clothing off your body and pad to the shower. “Well, gentleman, I’m about to shower. If either one of you can manage to untwist yourselves while the water heats up, then feel free to join me. If not, well…your loss.” With that you blow them both a kiss and stride into the bathroom.

“But if we untwist, then can we at least talk about the importance of stranger danger?” One of them cries out.

END

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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earned it ♤

Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

summary: mean!Sam taking what he deserves

warnings: SMUT (p in v), choking, light daddy kink, unprotected sex, pet name (babygirl), degradation kink

words: ~350

a/n: this is for @samwilsonsbabymama 💕 you didn't ask for this but your post about mean!Sam inspired me lol hope you like it!

a/n pt2: this is unedited stream of consciousness so if you see any errors, no you didn't :)

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(straight into smut under the cut)

"Filthy lil slut. Taking this cock so well. You were made to take cock, huh princess?"

Sam's hands squeeze tighter around your hips in a punishing grip with every thrust. You can barely breathe with your face pressed into the mattress like this but you don't give a fuck. He can pound out every last breath from your lungs and you'd still say thank you.

Your hands curl in the sheets below you in an imitation of reaching out for him. Desperate to touch any inch of his sweats slick skin. But he'd never allow it.

"You wanna get pounded like a whore? Whores don't get to touch. You're gonna bend over and take Daddy's fat cock. Now."

God only knows if he's kept you on your knees like this for minutes or hours or days. You've come around his cock so many times you lost count. But Sam doesn't care. He's taking what's his. What you were so fucking desperate to give him.

And it's still not enough. You're begging for his release inside you. Begging for the cream he's been churning up just for you in his heavy sac that beats a cruel rhythm against your clit.

"You want me to fill this cunt up, babygirl? You think you deserve Daddy's load in this hot little pussy?"

He pulls you up to his chest by your throat as you scream that yes, yes you deserve it. You want it so bad you're crying for it, your tears running down your face as proof.

"That's it," his hips stutter in eagerness when he sees those pretty little tears. He growls low in your ear and pounds harder. His other hand falls from your hip to work two fingers furiously over your clit. Giving you all he's got and then some as he pumps his hot load deep, coating your walls as you fall with him, the feeling of his release pushing you over the edge one last time.

He lays both of you down, curling his arms around you in a tight embrace.

"Did such a good job, babygirl. My perfect little girl."

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Bad Girl (S.W)

Warning(s); NONCON/DUBCON, stepcest,smut!(piv sex),Rough sex,Fingering,squirting,humiliation kink,dumbifaction kink,ddlg undertones,massive daddy kink,bratty reader +more!

Paring(s); Dark! Stepdad! Sam Wilson x Fem! Reader.

Summary; you’ve acted out enough.

A/n; uhm…got kinda carried away with this idea 😩

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You were sat in the principal’s office chewing on your bottom lip as you anxiously awaited your step dad’s arrival. You had officially pushed too far and you were gonna be in actual trouble this time. You heard the sound of his bike outside and you felt your breath hitch. He walked inside the office without a care Purple athletic shirt adorned on his body,black jeans hugging his hips and a leather jacket to top it off.

“What seems to be the issue?” He asked sitting down as he looked over at you.

Sam Wilson wasn’t your father, he was far from it, he was your step dad. Your father left you and your mom when you were just 4 months old and she’d been dating Sam for a long as you could remember. However they broke up, got divorced some months ago and ever since then your moms been hiding out at your beach house and you’ve been stuck with him in your home.

Well his home technically, you were happy he’d let you stay there but eventually your routine shifted and you began to look at him differently. Especially in a way you shouldn’t, he was over twice your age,he was your step dad, he was your mothers ex husband what is wrong with you.

That didn’t stop you at night though, didn’t stop you from sneaking your hand into your little silk sleep shorts as you touched yourself with the idea of him in your mind, as you came multiple times in a row to the idea of him Fucking you silly.

Lately though he wasn’t spending much time with you, he was out doing things with his friends or with coworkers and he even spoke of a girl he hooked up with over the phone to his friend Steve. That’s when you snapped. There was one thing your step dad hated, misbehaving. He had rules if you lived under his house and you’d better follow them.

One was to always clean up after yourself,two was to always ask permission before leaving he wanted to keep you safe,3 was to also ask permission before anyone came over and you kept your door open if it was a boy,four was to never talk back, five was to always do good in school.

Easy rules, you had followed them up until this point. It started with rule one. Your purposefully made a mess while baking and when Sam got home he called you downstairs which put in motion for rule 3. You came down your friend trailing behind you as you came to a stop “yeah?” You asked and Sam’s eyes glanced at your friend “who’s this?” You smiled back at him “this is Alexander, he’s helping with a school project” Sam nodded. “You need to clean up your mess love, you know my rules” you shrugged “whatever, cmon” you said leaving to go back to good room.

Sam felt his jaw tightened at your utter disrespect and disregard for him, even more so when he heard the sound of your bedroom door closing. You knew the rules,what were you up to?

That wasn’t the end of it, Sam came home earlier the next day with the intention of talking to you but you were gone, note strapped to the fridge that you went over to Alexander’s and you’d be back later. Sam crumbled up the paper and let out a hefty sigh, why’re you acting out now?

Which brings us to number four. You’d never talked back to Sam out of respect and the fact you liked him, you didn’t have a reason to throw words back when he asked you to do something. Until now.

“Hey, Buttercup? Can you hand me that file” you glanced at the yellow folder in front of you and shrugged “nope, you can get it” you said going back to your phone. He brushed it off and stood up walking around and grabbing it “who are you texting?” He asked and you smiled “Alexander, he’s so smart did you know he’s won 3 spelling bee’s?” Sam nodded. “Mm, nice” he mumbled.

A few minutes later Sam asked you to grab him a glass of water since you were in the kitchen “you have legs that work. Are you just too old?” You asked before walking back in kool-aid pouch in hand. “Excuse me? What’s with the attitude? You know my rules buttercup.” He warned and you shrugged “eh, I’ve been thinking maybe I should move in with mom? I mean it’s not like i need to stay here,just holding you back really” you said and Sam narrowed his eyes at you. Where was all this coming from?

Which has us back where we began, with you in the principals office and your step dad sitting next to you with the most disapproving look.

“Well, Mr Wilson I appreciate you coming down here In place of her mother. She’s being suspended for a week” he explained and Sam’s eyes only grew darker with anger “why?” He asked almost as if he didn’t wanna know. “Well, she got in a fight with a teacher and then proceeded to spit in his face” “but he-” “do not interrupt your principal! Gosh where’d all those manners go.” Sam scolded and you shrunk in your chair.

“No, it’s fine really, y/n claimed he was staring at her bottom and he denied it so for that, seeing as we have no proof as to what really started it we have to suspend her” Sam nodded “of course, I understand can I just ask one thing?” Your principal nodded “of course!” “Did you ask any of the other students?” He tilted his head “did you ask if they saw him staring at my daughters ass Mr frankle” he shook his head “well of course not, he said he didn’t look” Sam nodded “so you aren’t being fair to her. You’re believing a teachers word over your students, when it’s something like this? Mr frankle I suggest you ask or I will. I promise you, if I find out he did look at her I’ll have you both fired within 24 hours do I make myself clear?” Your principal nodded.

Sure enough multiple of the students saw your teacher looking up your skirt, you didn’t get suspended and you’re pretty sure your teacher just got fired. You felt relived to know you weren’t in trouble anymore. You walked out of the school with sam smiling “oh? You’re still in big time trouble love, don’t look so happy” Sam warned as he sat the helmet on your head.

“Seriously? You spit in his face?” Sam scolded as you sat at the table while he stood. “We have some serious talking to do.” You jumped up “but he was looking at me! It was inappropriate!” You defended and Sam crossed his arms. Your eyes dropped to the way his biceps stuck out showing off his muscles. “So what? A older man looking at you calls for you spitting on his face?” He questioned and you nodded “yes!” You said and Sam smiled “but what about me?” He questioned and you looked up at him.

“What do you mean….you don’t look at me like that.” Sam nodded “oh no, I do buttercup. I look at you like that all the time. Especially when you wear those cute little white jean shorts you have, you know when you bend down you can see your pretty panties.” You swallowed thickly at his confession. “Don’t even get me started on how you look when you listen to me, those pretty doe eyes staring at me like I’m some sort of saint, I promise you I’m not.” He walked towards you urging you to walk backwards.

Truth was, Sam was just as bad as you were if not, worse. Sam had his eyes set on you for awhile. Ever since you turned 18 last year, he couldn’t help but notice the way puberty took over that summer. Your boobs got bigger and your legs got longer, your skin became softer from you taking care of it to keep away acne.

Your voice became softer as well and your interests diverted to more adult things. Sam was snooping really, you were out with your mom that day and he’d been secretly stealing your panties to jerk off into. What he didn’t expect was to see the sex you inside your pantie drawer, it was then that his wants only became worse. Soon enough your mom was tired of the fact he never touched her, she left him and practically left you. She left you with him. Big mistake.

Now Sam didn’t have a reason to hold back aside from the fact he didn’t wanna scare you or make you uncomfortable. You felt safe with him and he wanted to keep it that way, oh god he wanted to so badly. Slowly though, slowly he was loosing his patience and it wasn’t over the rules being broken.

“And what about you? Hmm? Isn’t in inappropriate to moan your step fathers name as you cum? Isn’t that a bad thing to do buttercup?” You gasped as you stared up at him “Yeah? Didn’t think I could hear you? Oh buttercup you’re so naive it’s adorable.” Sam’s hands reached out to grab your waist falling to squeeze the plump flesh of your ass. “Well? You gonna spit in my face too buttercup? This is inappropriate isn’t it? I’m not even looking anymore I’m touching, go ahead yell at me, spit at me honey. Think that’ll make you feel better?”

You shoved at his chest walking past him and up the stairs to your room. He followed behind you “what’s wrong? You didn’t think daddy thought like that? Didn’t think daddy imagines your body all those times He’d cum. All those times I’d hear your sweet moans drifting in the air” you ignored him trying to not listen.

Sam sat down on your bed “come here” you stood there staring at him “I’m not gonna bite, come here” he said and you hesitantly walked over to him. Sam pulled you into his lap and you shifted, it felt wrong now. It didn’t before. You used to sit in his lap all the time but now..now it was something different. His hands cupped your cheeks and you sighed feeling his thumbs rub across your cheeks. You relaxed your eyes fluttering shut at the calming action. “Gonna kiss you” he warned and placed his lips against yours.

You paused for a minute. You shouldn’t be doing this, this is a bad thing,you’re such a bad person if you do this to your mom. she’ll hate you, abandon you like your dad did.

You leaned into his touch as you kissed him back, now he picked up the pace. He pressed his tongue into your mouth and you gladly accepted it allowing him to dominate the kiss. You pressed on his chest and he pulled away causing you to pant “what? You couldn’t breathe?” He asked and you stared at him “have…have you never kissed someone before?” He asked and you shook your head “I have, just not like that” you said.

Sam didn’t know what to expect, he assumed you’d done this before but you hadn’t? “Buttercup, you’ve had sex before right?” You nodded “so then..how come you’ve never French kissed someone? It’s part of it” you looked confused “it is?” Sam smiled “what did you guys do?” He asked dropping his head to kiss your neck. “I..I don’t know” Sam squeezed your hips as he sucked a purple bruise onto your neck. “Cmon, you can tell daddy” you nodded.

“Well he…he kissed me..and then he took my shorts off” “mhm” Sam said pressing you to continue as he sucked more bruises onto your neck. “And…and then he…he did it” Sam pulled his head up at that “he just?….without anything else?” You nodded. “I bet it hurt, didn’t it baby?” You nodded “really bad” you agreed. “Poor baby, daddy’ll show how to properly do it okay? Make sure it don’t hurt one bit” he dropped his hands to your thighs and pressed his fingertips under the hem of your skirt.

“This is a bad thing” you said and Sam brought his head up to look at you “you dated my mom, you married her.” You pointed out “and then she left me. Just like your dad did to you buttercup. She really hurt me, I just need you to make me feel better.” You stared into his eyes “isn’t this what you wanted pretty girl?” You nodded slowly “then it’s okay, it can’t be bad if you want it. I want it to” you nodded and his hands slid further up your thighs.

In no time Sam had you under him, skirt discarded on the floor shirt and bra along with it. He pulled your underwear off and licked his lips as he saw the wetness pooling from you. You looked so cute under him, neck and collarbone littered with purple marks,eyes glassy and dazed and your lips pink and puffy from his constant kissing. “You’re so pretty baby, you don’t know how badly daddy wanted this” you smiled at him “I wanted it to” you reminded him and he chuckled. “Daddy’s gonna touch you okay? It might feel weird” you nodded.

He ran his fingers through your folds before sinking one finger into you sighing at how well you swallowed it. “Baby? Can daddy ask you something?” You nodded eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted to the feeling. “That toy in your drawer, what do you use it for?” You titled your head “that’s not…not mine” Sam chuckled “why’re you lying?” You shook your head “mom..mom told me to hide it…not mine”

Sam felt his heart soften “oh, you did? Such a good girl” you whined and bucked your hips at his praise. “Gonna put another one in, tell daddy if you need to stop” you whined and he used his open hand to hold yours. Sam sunk another finger down into you and you whimpered. “It’ll feel good daddy just needs to find it” his fingers curled and you gasped “oh? Did I find it?” He smiled and slowly kept curling his fingers against it. “Oh…oh!” You whined out.

“Feels good doesn’t it baby? See daddy promised you no pain, yes I know I know” he cooed as you squeezed his hand your moans filling your room up.

You could feel heat pooling in your lower stomach it was filling you up,making you feel so hot and tingly. It felt like it was gonna burst and you didn’t know what to do “daddy…daddy!” You whined and Sam leaned down kissing your cheek. “Shh, it’s okay it’s gonna feel so good baby just let go, let the heat consume you” he swallowed thickly.

You stopped fighting it and you felt like your body flew to cloud nine. You shook and trembled as your stomach cramped up with waves of pleasure you didn’t even realize the wetness until you hips laid back into it. You immediately started crying and babbling apology’s thinking you wet yourself.

“No baby, baby hey you didn’t do a bad thing” he slowly pulled his fingers out as your body jolted with sensitivity. “I didn’t? But…but girls don’t cum like that” Sam smiled “you’re right, but they can. If you have the right motivation” your head felt like it was spinning and you focused on your breathing.

Sam laid next to you easing you out of your dazed state. “You did so good for me, think you can make daddy feel good?” You nodded and he smiled. “Can you say please?” He asked and you looked up at him “Please daddy?” Sam shifted to lay on top of you as he opened up his jeans tugging his shirt off.

You marveled at the sight of his chest, he had been working out more often and he looked like Adonis,beautiful. He was beautiful you dropped his hand both of yours reaching up to trace the lines of his abs. “You like daddy’s chest baby?” He asked and you nodded “take a deep breath” he instructed and you did.

Sam bottomed himself out in one movement and you whined nails digging into his abs as a shot of pain elected up your spine. It quickly faded though,you felt full and it felt so nice to feel that way. “Feels better doesn’t it baby? See how good it should feel. Your dumb little boyfriend can’t make you feel good like daddy” you nodded and sighed as you smiled up at him a giggle coming from your lips.

“What’s funny baby?” He asked and you smiled “left marks on daddy” you said and he glanced down seeing the scratch marks from your nails. “That makes you giddy baby? To see your marks on daddy?” You nodded.

Sam’s pace was slow and steady at first it kept you feeling good but not overwhelming you, he knew his size was huge compared to your ex’s and he had no interest in hurting you like this. He made sure to coo soft praises at you as he fucked you,you weren’t a virgin but he was sure you’d never felt this good before.

“Daddy! Daddy it tingles again!” You whimpered out and Sam nodded “want daddy to slow down?” He asked and you shook your head “no! No! Please don’t! Feels too good!” You babbled out causing Sam to chuckle as he sped up his movements. Your head laid into your pillows,eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open. He could feel himself getting just as close as you teetering right on the edge ready to burst.

“Guys!!” Your moms voice rang through the house and Sam quickly covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh.” He warned as he didn’t stop his thrusts. “Yeah!” He yelled back to your mom. “I got a call from the school! We need to talk” she yelled “we’ll be right there just- Ahem just helping her with some chores” Sam informed her and it seemed to satisfy your mother enough that she stopped replying.

You looked up at him and shook your head “yes,yes you will.” He whispered “you’re gonna cum on daddy’s cock,regardless of who’s downstairs. I don’t care baby, you’ll do what I say” Sam tightened his hold on your mouth as his thrusts got sloppy and your muffled moans got quiet. He could feel you clenching around him as you came and it tipped him right over the edge.

Once you both came to you blinked at him “good girl” he praised and kissed your head, you both got dressed urgently and walked down to see your mom sitting on the couch. “You alright? Your face is red” your mom pointed out and you nodded. You glanced over at Sam and he was smiling at you “I’ll get some drinks” he said leaving you with your mom.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Rough With Me

Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Stunt Double Reader

Rating - 18 + Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags - SMUT, kicking, being stepped on, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, metal arm kink, unprotected sex, a countdown to cum, language, mentions of blood, chase scene, and I think that’s it.

Word Count - 2,394

Beta - None...all mistakes are my own.

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

Written for: @wermadashatters on TikTok.

A/N - This was based on a TikTok that my bestie saw where Sebastian kicked a stunt double into a table for TFATWS.

The crisp morning air whipped your hair around as you walked onto set. Birds chirped around you and the faint colors of the morning's sunrise blanketed across the sky like a painting. This wasn't the first time you'd filmed in Georgia, but it was the first time you were needed for this particular stunt.

As a stunt double, you had to be prepared for anything. Cuts, bruises, blood, and even broken bones were possible in this line of work. Your parents supported you, sure, but it still concerned them whenever you visited them sporting a new injury.

The new series you'd been a part of was called The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and you couldn't be happier. Being an avid Marvel fan, you jumped at the opportunity when they began looking for stunt actors.

Taking a sip of your caramel macchiato, you caught sight of the director walking toward you.

"Y/N! Good morning! Lovely weather isn't it?"

A toothy grin spread across your face as you readjusted your bag on your shoulder.

"Mornin' Kari! Yes, it's so nice out."

She handed you a packet and began to walk alongside you.

"So, I wanted to talk to you about today's scenes. Well, one in particular. I know you're used to your line of work, but I always like to talk to my doubles to make sure they're one hundred percent okay with everything."

You nodded and set your coffee down on a nearby table. At first glance, it didn't look like you'd be doing anything major, but something caught your eye on the last page.

"It's this one here." Kari's finger hovered over the middle of the page. "This is a warehouse scene. It'll be you, Mackie, and Sebastian. Now, the writers and I set the scene up to have you running away from Seb and Anthony."

She gestured to the stacks of boxes and shelving units in the makeshift set they built. "Once you come through that door and cut a hard right around those boxes there, Anthony is going to try and grab you, your jacket comes off slowing you down a bit. Seb is going to be coming from the opposite side and he is scripted to kick you into that table over there."

Kari glanced at your face for some sort of reaction, so you opted for a soft smile.

"I appreciate your concern. You're one of the only directors who have asked my opinion. I'm down for anything you want to throw at me. I signed up for this, and if I gotta be kicked by Sebastian Stan to make the episode good then so be it."

She laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, great! I'll see you in about an hour."

Forty-five minutes later you made your way to the warehouse. To someone who wasn't used to a film set, it would look like total chaos.

The crew ran around setting up lights, getting camera angles right, and moving set pieces to ensure the scene was ready. Sebastian's costume designer was making sure Bucky's prosthetic arm fit properly and Anthony was munching on a donut in a nearby chair.

"Y/N! Over here! I saved you a seat!"

Smiling, you chuckled and made your way over to him.

"Morning Mack! Good to see you!"

He offered you the box of assorted donuts.

"Thanks! So, how's Seb today? He seems...I don't know...off?"

Anthony swallowed the last of his breakfast and sighed.

"Seabass isn't particularly keen with today's shoot. He doesn't want to hurt you, Y/N."

You let out a breath and patted him on the knee.

"I'm gonna go talk to him."

As if on queue, the blue-eyed Romanian glanced warily in your direction. You moved to stand in his line of sight and looked up at him.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. You have nothing to be scared of, Sebastian."

He shook his head and ran the fingers of his right hand down your arm.

"You can't ask me to be okay when I'm scripted to kick you in the ribs, Y/N. These are steel-toed boots for God's sake!"

Your free hand grabbed his left one and began rubbing small circles to try and soothe him.

"Seb, listen, I signed up for this. I can take it."

His concerned eyes locked onto your Y/E/C ones silently pleading you not to go through with it.

"How about this? How about we get this shot in one take, hm? Put some extra Seabass spice into Bucky's demeanor and give me one of those stern Winter Soldier stares or something. Blow Kari away and then we only have to do this once, okay?"

He closed his eyes and licked his lips. The action of his tongue ignited a fire deep in your core that you tried desperately to ignore.

"Alright….alright I'll do it, but I'm gonna go all out. I don't want to do this more than once."

"Okay everybody, places, please! We've got a lot to cover and only so many hours in the day."

Kari moved to sit behind the main camera while the rest of the crew got to their designated spots. She began to call out the rest of her orders as you, Seb, and Anthony moved into position.

"Roll sound!"

"Falcon and Winter Soldier warehouse fight sequence, scene twelve, take one,….marker,….and ACTION!"

After a deep breath, you cleared your mind as you shoved the metal door open and ran. It was dark, mountains of boxes flanked you at a dead end.

"Hey! Stop!"

The sound of heavy footsteps closed in behind you as you took a hard right. Fingers gripping onto your jacket made you stumble, and you quickly freed yourself before breaking into a dead sprint.

"Buck, she's headed right for you!"

As soon as you passed the last row of shelves, a boot connected hard against your side making you cry out in agony. Your body collided with a wood table smashing two of the legs. Your left hand wiped the trickle of blood from your brow as you scrambled backwards away from the super soldier.

He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes as he brought his boot down to rest on your sternum.

"Where is it?"

You struggled underneath him as you thrashed from side to side doing your best to break free.

"Like I'd ever tell you, Barnes!"

His eyes darkened and the pressure of his weight increased on your chest making it hard to breathe as he knelt down on his opposite knee.

"I said…" He hovered directly over your face, his metal hand gripping your chin tightly. "Where is it?!"

He raised his voice and squeezed your face a little tighter. Your free hand tried to pry him away, but he was too strong.

He licked his lips and leaned down so he was inches from your face. Your core throbbed, arousal dripping onto your panties as you tried to regulate your breathing.

"How about you stop being a bitch and give us the flash drive."

"CUT! Guys, that was perfect! I think we got it, so no need to reset. Go ahead and break for lunch and we will meet back here at two for the next scene."

The moment Kari called cut, Sebastian's eyes softened with worry. He pulled you to your feet, taking note of the way you winced when he touched the cut on your head.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry...I...I knew I shouldn't ha-"

You cut him off with a kiss, his body going rigid for a few seconds before pulling you flush against him. Your hands reached up into his hair and you licked his bottom lip asking for entrance. His hands found purchase on your hips and he let out a low groan. Taking the opportunity, you licked into his mouth desperately trying to gain friction to where you needed it most.

Sebastian pulled away, his eyes dark with arousal as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"What was that for?"

Instead of answering him, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to a nearby supply closet. You shoved him in and locked the door behind you both.

"Y/N, wha-"

"Do you know how fucking hot that was, Sebastian?"

He furrowed his brow and searched your eyes for an answer.

"How...what...huh? Y/N, I just kicked you and practically stood on top of you...I...y-you liked that?"

A giggle fell from your lips and you began to pull off his costume.

"I think like is a bit of an understatement, baby."

He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, softer this time. Once you finally got his pants undone, you pulled them down and practically ripped yours to get them off your legs.

"Seb, please… feel how wet I am."

You brought his right hand between your folds and moaned when his fingers brushed your clit.

"F-Fuck, baby… want you to be rough with me… love hearing you call me names like you own me."

Sebastian nearly came undone at the sight of you before him. He had never been so turned on in his life. Something inside him snapped. It made him almost primal seeing you writhe against him, pussy dripping from his hand alone.

He shoved you against the door and kicked your feet apart.

"Look at you. So fuckin' needy for my touch."

He shoved two metal fingers inside you and curled them, immediately finding the spot that made you see stars. His free hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans.

"What a fucking slut. Getting all wet from what my character did to yours. Do you like that, Y/N? You like when I stuff Bucky's thick fingers in this tight little cunt?"

Your eyes rolled back as you clenched around his digits, legs starting to shake from your impending orgasm.

"Don't you fucking dare, doll. You'll cum when I tell you to."

He pushed a third finger in and quickened his movements making you whimper. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold back, and you knew Sebastian knew that too. The moment his thumb touched your clit you screamed into his hand, your cum gushing down his fingers.

The hand covering your mouth moved to your throat and squeezed slightly. "I fuckin' told you not to cum." He moved the hand that was on your pussy to your mouth and shoved his fingers past your lips. "Be a good girl and clean them off."

Your tongue lapped at them like it was your last meal, the taste of yourself making you moan.

"On your knees."

Immediately, you sank to the floor and looked up at him. He gripped your hair and shoved his boxers down to where his pants lay around his ankles.

"Open up, let Daddy fuck that pretty mouth."

He slid past your lips and bit his when he felt himself slide into your throat.

"Fuck...What a good fuckin' girl."

He tightened the grip on your hair and set a brutal pace. You brought a hand between your legs and began small circles on your clit as drool and tears began to cover your face.

"You're such a cock-slut. Takin' Daddy's dick in your throat. You needy little whore."

Right before your second orgasm came he pulled you off him and brought you to your feet.

"Gonna fill that tight little pussy with my cum, baby."

You pulled him down for a searing kiss and wrapped a hand around his cock stroking him slowly.

"Please, daddy… please fuck me."

Sebastian groaned and lifted you against the door. His hands roughly caressed your curves as he began leaving love bites anywhere he could reach.

"How bad do you want my cock, baby doll?"

"Daddy, I need it. Please, please fill me up. Wreck me and show me who I belong to."

He growled at your words and slammed into you, his cock stretching you deliciously.

He thrusted relentlessly, his fingers tugging at your nipples harshly.

"Fuck, Y/N...you feel so good...so fuckin' good. Mmm…"

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans.

"You were made for me. Fuckin' perfect. Taking my...ah f-fuck...cock so well."

Sebastian brought his right hand to your throat and his left to your clit.

"You wanna cum for Daddy? Wanna cum all over my cock?"

"P-Please.." was all you could say without crying out in ecstasy.

He changed his position, the new angle making your walls clench tight around him.

"Not yet, doll. Gonna count down from ten and you're gonna be a good girl and cum with me."

He slowed his pace and thrusted harder, his cock going impossibly deeper.

"Ten…"

His lips kissed along your neck leaving another mark next to the others he'd made previously.

"Nine….eight"

The pressure on your throat increased and you nearly lost it, eyes shutting tightly to try and hold back.

"Just a little more, baby...you're doing so good. Seven….open those eyes, pretty girl. Show daddy those eyes...six….five….four.."

The fingers on your clit sped up, your legs shaking as you gripped onto Sebastian's biceps. You locked eyes with him, silently pleading for him to take mercy on you and let you cum.

"Three….You're nearly there, Y/N…two…"

His movements became sloppy as he fucked into you faster, his own release beginning to wash over him.

"Oh, shit...ah fuck...Y/N. Can feel that sweet pussy squeezin' me…gonna fill you up...cum with me, baby…"

His gaze met yours and slammed into you hard as you raked your nails down his back.

"One."

Sebastian kissed you feverishly, doing his best to muffle your moans as both of your orgasms crashed over you like a tsunami. He stilled inside you, his lips lazily molding with yours in sweet kisses.

"Such a good girl...so good for me, Y/N."

He set you down on wobbly legs and helped you get dressed.

"So much for eating lunch, we only have thirty minutes to get cleaned up and ready to film again."

You laughed and took his hands in yours.

"My trailer has a detachable shower head." You gazed at him seductively and watched as he bit his lip.

"Woman, you're gonna be the absolute death of me."

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cassieb1617 · 1 year

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Cam is ready in 1…2…3, go!💌

Pairing: Avengers x camgirl!reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Carol Danvers x reader

smut

Summary: The newest addition to the Avengers had a small secret - when home, she was streaming at night. She was more skilled in hacking and IT so she was excluded from field missions while she helped them. But the Avengers had a secret too; they watched her.

Warnings: Smut (18+), degradation kink, praise kink, teasing from the reader, reader is a camgirl obviously, use of sex toys, masturbation (female and male), mentions of creampie, hint of daddy kink and miss kink, filming while in the act, squirting, kind of sex work, pussy slapping, dirty talk; kind of bisexual reader; language/swearing; usual level of violence in the MCU; the reader has hair but that‘s it from the description; pet names (honey, sweetie, sweet girl, doll, bunny, lovely, darling); degrading names (stupid whore & slut but it‘s meant lovingly); let me know if there is more

A/N: I got a bit carried away, sorry not sorry!

Working two jobs at once would sound difficult to some people. Especially when they thought it was being a cashier and a babysitter or something in that direction at the same time but you would say that it almost seemed to calm you down a bit. But that was probably because one of your jobs was at home and the other job was to sit in a chair surrounded by computers and hacking your way through the world while you flirt with your teammates.

You didn‘t know if it was the thrill of people finding out about your job or being filmed, maybe it was the comments or the payment of your watchers that got you off but nonetheless, you liked being a camgirl. After having a properly setup of camera, mic and a few toys, your followers seemed to rise a mile everyday.

Filming yourself for the first time was awkward and purely amateur porn-y. At that time, you just had a little bullet vibrator and filmed with your phone camera but your watchers liked it nonetheless and donated very gratefully. They enjoyed the innocent aura that surrounded you, which was ironic considering you filmed how you got yourself off. Over the time you lost some of your first followers the more dirty and experienced you got but some of the people that watched you were downright filthy. They liked the thought that they were the ones corrupting you and turning you from an innocent little college girl into a downright expensive slut. @widowknowsbest84 was one of your top viewers, holding a proud spot on your little whiteboard with the bright pink heart next to her name. She was one of the viewers that were very openly when it came to corrupting you, commenting the dirtiest and sometimes darkest things that would make the crudest people blush. She also sent you some of your favourite toys and donated a high sum of money every stream. You also had a lot of private shows with her in which she cruelly tortured you with as man orgasms as you could handle.

Another one of your highest viewer was @grantsr11. He was more on the sweet sight of your followers, always praising you and calling you his good girl. He wasn‘t one to donate a lot but at least $50 were in every stream. He also booked a private session every week.

You‘ve been streaming for a little over two years now and gained a lot of loyal followers over the time, 64,092 to be exact and every single one distinguishes them from another. Your audience truly was a variety of many different people. From women and men to people who identified themselves differently. Submissives, switches and dominants were in your streams too, demanding the filthiest things from you or thanking the gods for your streams in the comments. The age is also something you were surprised to see when you looked into the statistics of your account. Some of your viewers counted as seniors while others were just of age or even middle-aged people, you had them all.

Now, that was your first job but it was your second job that got you into a more awkward situation, at least for your coworkers.

It started off when you graduated college. You started working with a firm in the department of IT knowledge. Your task there was to safe intel and information for your company via hacking or in short; hack the hacker that tries to hack the company. And you were good at what you‘re doing, that and your school history is what brought Nick Fury to you in the first place. You were what some would call a genius, you had a high IQ and skipped two years in middle school. Your teachers thought you would become the next big astrophysicist but no, you rather wanted to do something with computers and with your hacking history, you caught the attention of SHIELD.

In the time span of two months, you got transferred from your old job to your new one as an Avenger, but one behind the scenes. While, yes, Tony Stark had his AI Friday, you were sometimes a bit quicker which he would be forever angry about. You knew what you had to look out for and you were always quick to inform the team over comms if there were agents on their way to them. You were responsible for the safety of the team while they were on field missions and it was quicker when they had to save some documents from the other agenda. Instead of needing hard-drives now, they just turned on the device and you hacked into it and saved everything you could get your hands on. You also talked to them while on missions, occasionally flirting with a few of them.

But back to why the jobs combined made the situation a bit more uncomfortable. Considering your skills in hacking, you also managed the Avengers‘ safety. Simple things such as making sure they weren‘t hacked and putting up firewalls to assure nothing would happen. But as you did your job, you also had to check their intel and, wow look at that, what a surprise that one of your top tippers was none other than Natasha Romanoff or your probably sweetest dom per private shows, Captain Steve Rogers. You even saw some other team members following you but you wanted to wait until you see when they start commenting things.

When you got introduced to Steve, one of the team‘s leaders and one of your favourite viewers, he flushed a deep red, coughing awkwardly and he couldn‘t look you into your eyes. Maybe that was because after your stream the day before, you expressed your fears over your new job. You had a private session with him where you took a thick plastic cock and squirted directly into the camera while he came in thick spurts of white cum.

In fact, almost all of your followers turned coworkers seemed to have a similar upon seeing you. They had seen your streams and some of them stayed for you pillow talks after the real show as well. They‘d listened to you rambling and worrying about what your coworkers would think of you and if you‘re going to do a good job there. Upon seeing you, Natasha raised her brow with a small smirk, you never saw her face in private sessions but you‘ve seen her body and the bottom part of her hair and compared to the Black Widow, it looked to be the same person.

Full respect to her though, she had a very nice body.

Fast forward a few months into the job and it couldn‘t be better. The Job developed a whole new routine but you can‘t complain. You woke up at the same time, went to work for nine hours that included training with Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky and after that, you were in your office and working on the Avengers‘ safety. After work, you went home and in every three afternoons, you streamed just like you planned to do now.

The camera was already set up and your followers already got a notification.

Bunny 🐰 is going live any moment now!

The numbers of people that already joined the live rose from moment to moment and you took off the oversized shirt you wore. Underneath the shirt, you wore a deep red laced bodysuit. The neckline was deep and your nipples could be seen through the bra cups. A pink vibrator and a dildo sat by your side just out of screen. The colour of the dildo matched your bodysuit and you could already see the comments because of that from your followers. Your hair was go framing your face.

The loading screen of ‘Bunny 🐰‘s stream is loading…‘ turned into a countdown of 3… 2… and there you were, gracefully sitting on your knees in your bed.

„Hi guys!“ you giggled lightly and the chat started to flood with various comments, some already demanding you to start and some sweetly greeting you. „Look at my new set, isn‘t it so pretty?“ You stood on your knees and turned a bit to show off the lacey sides of the little thing you wear. Some comments were smalltalk as well like @widowknowsbest84‘s comment. Ever since finding out that her favourite camgirl is her new teammate, she decided to tease you a bit.

@widowknowsbest84: How is my favourite bunny doing, lovely? How is your job doing?

„I‘m great, miss, how are you? And my job‘s going great, I‘m working with some really sweet people.“ you giggled slightly, something you do a lot while streaming but your viewers loved it, plus it added to your innocent/corrupted act. But Steve knew better, he heard you flirting through the comms on missions, especially with him and Natasha.

You continued a few minutes with small talk, reading comments about your viewers last days and how they‘re doing. In that time, you often got donations from those who are on these platforms in need of company instead of getting off. „I got a bit of an surprise for you guys.“ you turned to the side where your vibe and the red fake cock sat, shaking your body a bit when you knew that your ass is in perfect view. You grinned and bit your lip a bit when you showed them the new red toy you got yourself as a treat after a hard mission. „Look! It has such a nice size and girth but I‘m scared it will be too thick for me, y‘know I can‘t take this much.“ you had a slight pout on your face as you said that and your followers bought the whole act like Tony Stark buys cars.

@grantsr11: Look how excited she is, new set matching her new toy, aren‘t you such a good girl, honey?

@soldier41: come on, doll, push that pretty set aside and show us how you take your new toy.

„Is that what you want me to do, Soldier? Want me to get dumb already?“ your cute pout can never be replaced with anything else. The curve of your lips is just too sweet not to get hard and wet at. „Thank you, Grant! I love being your good girl, makes streaming much more fun.“ You continued teasing the viewers a bit until you started obeying the comments of pleas to finally stop teasing.

Laying down on the mountains of pillows, you spread you legs while getting comfortable, a noticeable dark spot on the bottom part of your body. „I‘m so excited to test that toy out, read good things about that online and I was so excited when my package finally arrived.“ you pushed the crotch part of the bodysuit to the side and rubbed the tip of the dildo on your slit while talking. The comments seemed to appreciate your teasing.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Come on honey, get that thing all nice and wet for us, show us how it makes you feel

@sugarysweetmom: Oh honey, look at you already so wet and we‘re just getting started

@sugarysweetmom was another good tipper of you. From chatting, which she obviously paid for, you knew that she was a single mom of two who had later in her marriage realised that she was into women. Sometimes your watchers confided in you and while they knew you couldn‘t really help them, they just liked to have s person they could talk to, even better that the person is pretty.

When you read @daddyfucksgood6969‘s comment, you pulled the red toy away from you and held it to the camera, your arousal glistening in the lights in front of you and giving your viewers the perfect sight of it. Everytime you used toys, you always showed them how wet it made you by holding the toy in the camera before you properly used it. Your tips always increased a lot in that time and currently with about 35.000 viewers in your stream, your tips were at-

looking at the tips you took a double look at the high number. $389.70 was it by now and you only streamed about half an hour now. This stream could top every other stream you ever did and you once did a stream for two and a half hours where you got tipped about $1200.

God, you were so happy that your face wasn‘t in public. In fact, the world only knew of „the rose“ as an Avenger but they could never place a face to that name.

You laid back down on the bed and sighed out when you lubed the toy more with your own arousal. It was a funny thing, no matter how thick the toy was, you never use lube. Steve- sorry, @grantsr11 had noticed that before and spoke to you about it on a private call before you two.

The man on the other line of your call sighed out while watching you use his favourite toy. It wasn‘t very long (just) about 6 inches but it was thick, very thick. The toy was wet with your arousal but that was it and Grant, that‘s what he told you to call him, noticed. „Why do you never use lube, honey?“ his hand was around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down.

„Don‘t like lube very much, like the pain more when the toy stretches me out.“ your voice was airy and you were already a bit dumb on the session. He find you the best that way if he was being honest with himself. All dumb, pretty and submissive. That bratty side of yours that sometimes showed in your streams. „Like the feel of a cock stretching me out so much.“ 'Grant' groaned out lowly when you said that, stroking himself faster. He watched with hooded eyes as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy, your gasp of slight pain and pleasure being the only sound that‘s heard. Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand as you pushed the toy deeper, moaning pornographically when you reached the hilt of it. „Fuck, doll, you‘re killin‘ me here.“ the hand around his cock tightened before he came all over his chest while watching you take that thick blue cock. He continued watching you as you came all over the thick toy.

Snapping back to reality from the memory of your private session with him, you noticed the comments.

@callmehoneysweetheart: You okay there, darling? Looking a little lost and spacey

@widowknowsbest84: Are you all spacey again, lovely? You getting dumb from a little grinding already?

@bestoneoutthere: You back here or still all airy?

You giggled shyly, „sorry guys, been thinking of the time I took a really thick toy, it was so nice.“ You didn‘t even notice that you were grinding against the length of your red toy before you sighed out. „I‘m back again, I‘m sorry.“ You cheeks heated a bit like they did every time you spaced out. It happened quiet a lot of times in your streams, you‘d get all lost in a little memory and by now, your regulars were used to it, even enjoyed it. The way you turned so stupid and noisy, like a little bitch in heat. That was their words actually and it stuck with you ever since.

@grantsr11: No need to apologize, honey. You‘re doing a great job, so pretty when you get all dumb.

@soldier41: All good, doll. Now be a good girl and show us the way you‘d take a real cock.

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: Yeah, don‘t wanna get punished now do you?

You fuzzy little brain couldn‘t grasp that they didn‘t mean everything they wrote in the comments but little airheaded you didn‘t want a punishment, especially in that little headspace you are in again. „No, daddy! Don‘t punish me, please. I‘m gonna take it now, promise you.“ It‘s almost embarrassing how wet you are, slick coating the toy and your inner thighs, making the toy even easier to slip in. You gasped dumbly when you lined the tip of the fake dick up with your pussy, slowly sinking it in before pulling it out again to change positions. You switched from laying on your back to kneeling on your bed again, the sheets where you once sat being a few shades darker. Lining the toy up again, you slowly made your way downwards, sinking inch after inch down until all they could see was the red base of the toy.

You moaned loudly when you sinked down all the way, the fake cock kissing all your nice places. Beginning to lift your hips again, just until only the tip is inside you, you sinked down on the toy again, the sound you were making something between a painful sob and a pleasurable moan. You look straight into the camera while repeating the action, the comment section going wild at you.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Isn‘t she just the prettiest when she‘s fucking herself dumb? Such a stupid whore

@widowknowsbest84: Oh honey, aren’t you just such a sight for sore eyes?

@soldier41: Come on, doll, you can do more, can‘t you?

@callmehoneysweetheart: I‘m so glad I found your streams, you‘re truly worth every penny, sweetie

The comments flooded in like a tsunami, so fast you couldn‘t read all of them but you nodded dumbly at them anyway, agreeing with whatever they were saying about you. Slowly leaning forward while still riding the red fake cock, you grapped your pink vibrator and looked at the camera while licking it. The chat going wild at your actions and many screen recorded your stream to post it on Twitter. You rubbed the smaller toy against your pussy to wet it a bit and turned it to the slowest setting while holding it against your clit, a sharp gasp escaping your body at the feeling. „Oh my god!“

You started grinding desperately against the toys, switching between different sections of the vibrator that had you going crazy and bouncing up and down on your newest addition of ”pleasure helpers“ as you liked to call them. Your actions grew more frantic and the ones who watched you already a bit longer knew that this was when you were close. The sounds of tips clinging in your ears as you bounced faster and set the vibrations as high as possible, holding it tightly against your clit while grinding into it. A few uh, uh, uh‘s escaping your lips before you drew in a sharp breath and closed your eyes. Your juices squirting onto the toy under you as you kneeled above the toy, hips in the air and leaning on one arm behind you to give your followers the best view possible. The pink vibe was already on top of your now wet sheets, still moving a bit around as your other hand quickly slapped your pussy, more juices gushing out of you as you came down from your high.

@soldier41: Oh, fuck. That was so hot!

@grantsr11: Oh, sweet girl, you‘re treating us with this. Such a good girl!

@widowknowsbest84: Aren‘t you just the prettiest little thing? Coming so beautiful, wanna taste you so bad, lovely

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: You‘re the very best there is, Bunny!

@daddyfucksgood6969: wish she would do that on my face

@callmehoneysweetheart: oh I just know that little pussy tastes better than anything else!

@bestoneoutthere: such a hot fucking thing! You‘re amazing Bunny!

Slowly coming down from your high you turned off the vibrator, cheeks feeling heated as you realised it was still on. The red new toy under you laid now on the bed and you put it to the side, your freshly put sheets are already ruined again. „That was nice.“ you giggled cutely after you found your voice again, ducking your head a bit at the dirty comments that praised and degraded you at the same time. „I think I‘ll pass out if I come once more so I‘m gonna end the stream soon guys! Don‘t forget to follow me on here and in my bio is a list for more content such as pictures, videos, chatting and private sessions, videocall or not. It was nice having you all again!“

You looked at the statistics of your streams after your ritual goodbye to the ones who only stayed for the steamy part of your stream and your eyes widened at the numbers that it showed you.

Top tipper: @widowknowsbest84

Top 3 viewers: @soldier41, @grantsr11, @widowknowsbest84

Your tips/donations: $1829.00

Number of viewers: 270.678

„Oh, and thank you to the top tipper, widowknowsbest84, I appreciate it very much thank you, and thank you everybody else who donated. Hello to every newcomer!“ You were bashful at the numbers, never once where they that high! And to think that you didn‘t even do the streaming for money anymore but rather for fun is incredible. Thank God, no one knows you‘re an Avenger.

@soldier41: Bunny, don‘t forget to change your board, don‘t wanna have to spank your ass red after that show.

„Oh, right! I‘m sorry, Daddy, please don‘t spank me!“ You kneeled and turned on your bed to the small white board on the wall that you out up for your streams. It‘s not that big, just barely portable but it was a nice feature. You had special coloured markers for it; pink and red ones and blue and purple and they were all so pretty! You remembered the adorable reaction from your sweet followers when you first showed them the board. Now it‘s routine that at the end of your streams, while you‘re doing your pillow talk and self-aftercare, you update and check the board.

Bunny’s top tipper: @soldier41 @widowknowsbest84

Bunny’s top viewers: @callmehoneysweetheart @soldier41 @grantsr11 @widowknowsbest84

BUNNY LOVES ALL OF HER VIEWERS!!

🐰❤️

This was all written on your board, small bunnies, hearts and stars around the edges to give it more of an innocent flair. Well, that is if you can still say innocent after that show you just out on.

„Sorry callmehoneysweetheart and soldier41, you‘re not the first place anymore but I still love you lots and lots!“ You had a tired but soft smile on your face as you sit back down on your knees, exhaustion creeping up more and more as you talked to your slowly decreasing audience before you call it a night and end the stream, saving it and uploading it to your channel for the ones who missed it.

Sometimes you wondered if Steve, Natasha, Sam, Carol and Bucky even knew they were all watching you, sometimes even at the same time.

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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Sam Wilson Masterlist

*Updated February 28, 2023*

One-Shots

📘 Bad Days and Good Head

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xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx · 1 year

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Off The Market

Chris Evans x Black Wife!Reader

WARNINGS: tipsy!Chris, mild fluff, flirting, nosy tv interviewer, very mild nudity

AUTHOR’s NOTE: An oldie from my old page, edited and brought over here. Also regardless if my fic has no smut or dark mentions, all of my work is still 18+. This isn’t apart of the Chris x Wife series I was thinking about. Just a stand alone one-shot.

BETA’d: @titty-teetee

Chris Evans was standing dressed in his best on the red carpet for the premiere of the final Avengers movie, rightfully titled, Avengers: Endgame. Tonight was going to be a little bittersweet, as this would be the last time that all six original members of the Avengers would walk the red carpet together. It was finally time for the torch, or in his case, Captain’s shield, to be passed on.

This was also Chris’ very first red carpet appearance since the two of you tied the knot a little over a couple of months ago.

Of course news had been buzzing for weeks about your very secret nuptials. People were questioning if it happened or if it didn’t happen. Paparazzi scrambled for days outside of your home in Los Angeles, trying to get a small glimpse to see if the two of you were wearing your rings. But they’d come up with nothing. Especially, since the two of you had fully relocated to his hometown in Boston.

But your wedding definitely happened, and it was definitely a secret. Your wedding was so secret, in fact, that your small group of guests, who thought they were arriving to celebrate your engagement, got the surprise of a lifetime when you showed up in your beautiful wedding dress, while you and Chris exchanged vows moments later.

Both yourself and Chris, much like most of your relationship and engagement, wanted to keep this to yourselves for a while. You just wanted to enjoy being husband and wife before the press found out and started hounding you with future plans of starting a family, which of course, you and Chris were definitely excited to be practicing. Especially the horndog that was your husband.

The two of you had a date set for when you were going to announce that you had gotten hitched, but that didn’t stop the vultures from their prying.

Chris, who smiled coyly at the flashing photographers, gave a small wave and a curt nod. He was nervous, and his anxiety was on a high level, which he tried to calm with shots of whiskey earlier with his co-stars, Jeremy Renner and Mark Ruffalo. But with every scream of the paparazzi and the surrounding fans, his nerves seemed to grow a little bit more intense.

Chris continued to make his way down the carpet, saying his hellos to his other fellow cast mates, while sharing jokes with his buddies, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan. Luckily, most of the interviewers kept things professional in their questioning, only asking about the film and his future projects. Even asking him to give shout outs to other countries.

His last stop on the interview trail was with Nancy O’Dell from Entertainment Tonight. Now Chris has known Nancy for quite some time, as she’s interviewed him plenty of times in the past, but he also knew she was never too shy to get personal with him. And that scared the living hell out of him.

“Here we have Chris Evans, ladies and gentlemen,” the beautiful, older blonde celebrity anchor announced as Chris stepped up to his spot next to her. They quickly exchanged a casual hug. “How are you feeling tonight? You look amazing.”

Chris cleared his throat, nervously running a hand across his tie. “Thank you. I’m feeling pretty good. How are you?”

“I’m great, thank you.” She smiled, leaning into him. She was also a little too clingy with him at times, you’ve clearly noticed. But that was usually when you weren’t on his arm. Like tonight. “So, Chris, this is it. Final Avengers movie for you all. How did it feel to put that Cap suit back on for the last time?”

“A little tight.” Chris joked, causing Nancy to giggle softly. “No, it was amazing. Being on set with some of my best friends made for such a fun, great experience— a little bittersweet though since it’s the last time a lot of us will be in the same room with each other. But I feel we all did it justice. 10 years is a long time to be doing this, and I’m very proud of what we’ve accomplished in the end.”

“I can definitely see lots of emotions running high with everyone. Especially on this night.” Nancy stated, and Chris nodded in agreement. “Aside from the movie premiere here tonight, I really have to ask: Where is your better half? I’m surprised she’s not here with you tonight.”

Chris chuckled softly, again, running a hand down his tie. “You know, she really wanted to be here, but her schedule is just as crazy as mine. If not more, but, she’s definitely here with me in Spirit.” He gave the nosy news anchor a smile.

Well, wherever she is, we are sending her the best.” Nancy replied, reaching out to throw an arm around Chris’ shoulder. “And speaking of your better half, I feel like there are just a few things we need to get cleared up. Maybe some of those rumors you want to address?”

This time Chris let out a nervous chuckle. He knew exactly where this was headed. “That depends on what rumors you are referring to?”

“Well,” Nancy paused for dramatic effect, “is Chris Evans officially off the market?”

Yep, she went there.

“Oh,” Chris immediately jerked his head back, as he finally started to feel that whiskey warming his system. “Oh,” he repeated over and over.

“I mean, is it true?” Nancy questioned him, desperately trying to see if she could get a glimpse of the wedding ring on his left hand. Of course, it wasn’t there. You made sure of that.

“We’re not doing that.” Chris shook a finger at her, laughing.

“Why not? I know everybody at home,” Nancy pointed to the camera, “would love to know if our favorite superhero, here, finally got his happy ending.”

“Sh,” Chris shushed her, leaning to stroke her microphone. “Sh, sh, shhh.”

“He’s petting my mic.” Nancy, again, turned to the camera, giggling. She knew that she wasn’t going to get her way tonight. “So, is this your way of leaving this one alone?”

Chris looked back up at her and gave a nonchalant shrug. “I mean, you will know when it happens. But we both are happy where we are right now.”

“And that’s all that matters?” Nancy questioned, and Chris just nodded, stuffing his hands back in the pocket of his pants. “Well, we appreciate the honesty, Chris. Good luck tonight.”

“Thank you.” Chris smiled, giving her one last hug and walking away.

The moment Chris was out of the way of the paparazzi, he immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket and sent you a quick text.

dodged that bullet

His phone buzzed only seconds later with your response.

Wifey: I’m guessing you got asked & it was by Nancy wasn’t it?

yep & yep

Wifey: well it’s a good thing I have your ring with me

Chris smiled to himself, adamantly typing on his phone.

Yeah I’m going to need that back

Wifey: you’ll get it back soon

you’ll just have to take it off of me first

Chris’ phone buzzed a third time. But it wasn’t a typed response like he’d been expecting. It was a picture of you. You were currently wearing his platinum, engraved wedding ring on a necklace, secured safely around your neck, dressed in a white lace push-up bra. The barely there material stood out amongst the softness of your gorgeous brown skin.

Chris sucked in a deep breath, staring down at the image in front of him. Goddamn it, he missed the fuck out of you. He quickly started typing again.

Mrs. Evans you’re driving me fucking crazy here

Wifey: well Mr. Evans my husband just abandoned me

what’s a girl to do by herself in this big, empty house

Before Chris started typing again, the three dotted bubble —as if you were still typing— appeared on his screen. Within seconds, another photo of you showed up. This time it was a matching lace thong you were wearing.

Fuck this premiere

I’m getting on a plane

And coming home right now.

Wifey: I’ll be waiting

Chris sighed heavily, stuffing the phone back in his pocket, and immediately tried to find the nearest exit. He needed to get home to you. And he needed to get home now.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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The TikTok Terror Series Masterlist

Features Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, and a bratty Reader who lives and dies by TikTok pranks. Warnings: M/F/M situations (no M/M), spanking, cursing, smut, and more. Enjoy! (**) = Smut

TikTok Terror: You find yourself falling down the TikTok rabbit hole and decide to try your hand at pranking your boyfriends. Not all of them go over well.

The TikTok Terror Strikes Back: Sequel to The TikTok Terror. After your men punish you and ban you from using TikTok, you start plotting your revenge. Some of it is sweet, some of it is hot. But all of it is satisfying. **

The TikTok Terror Rises Again: The TikTok Terror is back with some new pranks for her poor men.

#chris evans #anthony mackie #chris evans smut #anthony mackie smut #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x woc!reader #anthony mackie x black!reader #anthony mackie x woc!reader #chris evans imagine #anthony mackie imagine #chris evans fanfic #anthony mackie fanfic #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x yn #anthony mackie x yn

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megamindsecretlair · 9 months

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It Started With a Whisper

Chapter 2

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. This starts off tame, pure fluff. Soft Sam. Cursing and allusions to body parts and sex. This series will get explicit so I will keep the community label on mature. There will be angst and smut. Mentions of sick parents, responsible adulting, and unfair burdens. AAVE intentional language.

Summary: This starts off about a week or so before Captain America and The Winter Soldier. You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Your best friend suckers you into going with Sam on a coffee run.

Word Count: 2,275k

Masterlist

A/N: The more I rewatch The Winter Soldier, I know I'm primarily drooling over Seb like everyone else, but I've really come to appreciate Sam. He's hilarious and Anthony Mackie is perfect. I just wanted to contribute a little something. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

“You got a little drool there," Your best friend, Ariel, said and smacked your face with a folder. You jumped, pulled from your daydreaming, and smacked her back.

“Am not,” you muttered. You covertly wiped your mouth and Ariel laughed. “I saw that, ho,” she said.

You rolled your eyes and shuffled papers in front of you, grumbling to yourself. You didn’t want to look, but your eyes were drawn towards the front. Towards Sam. He stood talking to a veteran after their meeting and he was engaged, focused, listening. You briefly wondered what it would be like to have that focus on you.

You mentally shook yourself. You did not need those problems. Still, your eyes tracked him. How he moved, how he laughed. His smile was infectious. He was the type that not only heard you, but listened.

“When are you gonna tell that boy how badly you want to rip his–”

“Shush!” You scolded.

Ariel laughed and continued filing away client files. “He’s way over there, you think he can hear me?”

You shrugged. “We just found out Norse gods are real, supersoldiers coming back from the ice and shit, and aliens tried to take over New York. So yeah, you never know.”

Ariel laughed. “If Sam is special or whatever, don’t you think we would’ve found out by now? With how much you stare at him?”

“Hey, I don’t stare. It’s not like I can look at anything else. This is literally the front desk.”

Ariel held up her hands. “He ain’t sorry to look at. I’m just sayin’. You’d know if his fine ass had any super powers.”

You rolled your eyes again and focused on the meeting schedule in front of you and client emails. You bit your lip as you concentrated, intent on actually getting some work done.

Veterans Affairs was usually a chill place. As the front desk clerk, there wasn’t a lot of responsibility. Which you preferred. The hours were flexible, boss was understanding, and despite Ariel always talkin’ shit, you had good company. And yeah, the view wasn’t bad.

Again, your mind drifted to Sam. It didn’t make any sense for him to look that fine working in a place like this. But he was good with the veterans. His groups filled up fast sometimes, to the point where he’d stay for just one more.

You sighed. You were a grown woman. You had no business lusting after a man.

“Good afternoon, ladies.”

You jumped and looked over at Sam. Sam, standing in front of you. Sam, looking at you and smiling. You froze. Did you conjure him? Did he catch you staring?

Ariel elbowed you as she turned in the small front desk area and leaned on the desk. “Good afternoon, Sam. How goes it?”

“Afternoon,” you managed to mumble. You think. Idiot. How exactly do you talk to a man that you were just picturing naked? You bet it was big too. Fuck. You were thinking it again.

“Pretty good. I got some time before my next group. I was going to head to the cafe up the street and get something.” Sam kept his eyes fixed on you. You pointedly did not look at him. You didn’t care if you were being rude. You just wanted your face to stop giving away your nasty thoughts.

“Really! What a coincidence. Y/N was just saying she felt a little peckish,” Ariel said.

You whipped your head towards her and glared. You stumbled over your words. You couldn’t deny that shit fast enough.

“I-uh, well, my-my family packed something for me,” you said.

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, I know you don’t want to be seen around town with someone like me.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “That’s not true! I would never–I mean, I’m not…”

Sam laughed again. “I’m joking, Y/N.” How did he manage to make your name sound so…melodic?

You laughed nervously and licked your lips. You were a well educated woman, oldest child, and Sam turned you into a bumbling idiot.

“One of these days I’ll wear you down. You’ll have to give me a good excuse or go on and accept a date with me.”

Your cheeks couldn’t burn hotter. You thanked whoever was listening that your dark skin hid your blush. “Sam…”

He shook his head and waved you off. “I’m not pressuring you, I swear. I’m just sayin’, I’m a good time.” His smirk made his high cheekbones stick out.

“She knows it. She’s just stubborn,” Ariel said.

You stood up and bumped her with your hip, offering a small and fake apology. “I am not,” you said.

“I know it. I’ll have to impress her, right? Get her to take a chance on me?” Sam asked Ariel.

“Mhhm, poor thing needs to be hit over the head,” Ariel said.

“Are ya’ll done laughing at my expense?”

“No!” Sam and Ariel said at the same time. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips.

Hell, you didn’t know why you kept saying no anyway. Well, you did. But your excuses never fazed Ariel. You had a busy home life, with family that depended on you. Was it really fair to start something up if you couldn’t follow through?

Ariel would say yes. That you deserved fun. That it didn’t have to be anything other than casual. But your crush was anything but casual. You wanted this man, biblically. You couldn’t string two sentences around the man.

But did you want your family to run your life? Just because you were responsible didn’t mean you had to be boring. You weren’t always like this. This…goop of a puddle who couldn’t look a man in the eye. You were gorgeous, goddamn it! You had curves, a nice ass, and a cute face. Tits weren’t bad either.

“One trip to the cafe?” You asked.

Sam grinned and nodded. “One trip. Harmless,” he said and shrugged his shoulders.

Mhmm. You looked at Ariel who pumped her fist. The bitch could at least be subtle about it. You giggled and gathered your purse.

“It appears I’m taking my break now,” you told Ariel.

“Take ya time. All the time you need,” Ariel said and eyed Sam up and down. She was embarrassing enough for the both of you.

You exited the closed off desk area, returning the half door to its place. You were doing it. You were standing next to him. You also felt like you were going to throw up, but you’d take the victory where you could.

Sam led the way out of the VA building and you blinked into the late DC sun. You forgot how dark it could be in the building. You needed to head out more and get some sun on your bones.

Together, you walked with Sam towards the small cafe on the corner. You walked in silence for a bit, biting the inside of your cheek. You were so painfully awkward.

“I gotta say, I’m shocked to see you out from behind the desk.”

You laughed. “Not what you was picturing?” You asked.

“Better.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Boy…”

He laughed. “I’m sorry,” he said and didn’t look the least bit sorry. He always looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. Instead of looking like an asshole, he looked like he was dying to tell it.

“Can you blame me? I’ve been askin’ for months.” He said. You waited at a corner for the light to turn so you could cross. Sam got on the other side of you, so that he was closest to the oncoming traffic. Your heart melted a tiny bit.

DC was expansive and yet seemed so small. Cars were jam packed, honking, and everyone was rushing around. Everyone walked with a purpose, some place to be and something to do. There was a light breeze and the sun was losing its heat.

“I’m sorry about that…”

“I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m just sayin’ I’m grateful I get to spend any time with you. Whatever you’re cool with, I promise.”

“I like that you ask me out. I hate havin’ to say no.” You admitted. It was so damn true, it hurt. You did hate saying no. You hated that he would smile through it all, so understanding. But you knew he was disappointed.

“Why do you say no?” He asked. He asked it softly, not judging. Sam was so damn sweet, you should have a cavity.

You took a deep breath as you crossed the street. It was a loaded question. Where did you start? A hermit mom who was too scared to leave the house after New York? Your stubborn but ailing dad who refused to go to the hospital? Your wild and out siblings who never took shit seriously?

“Home life is kind of…chaotic. After New York, everyone’s been on edge. I know it was two years ago, but it doesn’t really help. We had live footage that nasty aliens exist.”

Sam nodded his head. He held the door open for you as you went inside the cafe. The heavenly aroma of fresh bread and coffee made your mouth water. The cafe was smallish, mostly for getting the order to go. There were tables and chairs for people to sit but they were all occupied.

The shop itself had a new age, almost hippy vibe but was every inch the upscale coffee shop political types loved. Everything was modern, clean, and even had a chalkboard menu. Because of course they did.

You stood in line. “Yeah, that was insane to watch on TV before the cameras went down. I’ve talked to plenty of people that still fear going outside. You afraid of another attack?”

You sighed. You knew he wouldn’t judge you, bless him. But it wasn’t you that was afraid. Your mother’s nerves were so bad, they were contagious. It was easier to stay home than have her call you ten times per minute to make sure you were safe. Yes, you were aware that it had nothing to do with you. But you were trying, okay?

“Not me, exactly,” you said and laughed. “It’s hard to explain.”

“It’s cool. You don’t have to. But I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to,” he said.

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Sam.”

He smiled. You approached the barista and ordered. You reached for your wallet when Sam stopped you. “I asked you here, it’s my treat.”

“Sam, no. I can pay for my order.”

“Never said you couldn’t. My treat,” he said. He handed the barista his card and paid for the order anyway. You scowled. It only made him laugh.

“It’s only a few bucks.”

“That’s not the point. I don’t like people paying for me,” you said.

“Not even as a treat?” He asked. You both moved off to the side to wait for your coffee and muffin.

“Not really,” you said.

Sam smiled. “I’m sorry. Tell you what. We can walk here again tomorrow and I’ll let you pay. I’ll even order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You just want to walk here again with me.”

“Did it work?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. Dammit, yes. You nodded and he celebrated. “I’ll take it.”

You grabbed your order and headed back towards the building, asking how he got started into counseling.

“Counseling helped me a lot when I got back. I wanted to pay it forward. I’m pretty good at talkin’ to people. Figured it was my calling,” he said.

“You ever miss it?”

Sam shrugged and sipped some of his coffee. You admired anyone who could walk and drink. Your drink would’ve ended up all over your outfit. And you rather liked these jeans and your flowery blouse.

“Yes and no? I don’t miss the action. I miss my brothers though. There’s a deep bond you form over there that never really leaves you.”

You nodded. You never served but you heard that sentiment repeatedly as they checked in for groups, signed up for others, or needed resources. The military chewed you up and spat you out and never stopped to give a damn.

You continued to learn more about him, more than you managed to pick up when you started working at the VA. He was from Louisiana, he has a sister, and two nephews. His parents owned a fishing business.

He was so easy to talk to, once you got past your initial dirty thoughts and weird hangups about him. He made you laugh so many times on the way back, your sides were hurting as you entered the dimly lit, bland government building. He walked you back to the front desk where Ariel was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Nothing for me? I’m hurt.”

“Good. That’s what you get for being a smart ass,” you said.

“Got your behind out walking with him, didn’t it?” Ariel laughed and high-fived Sam.

You narrowed your eyes. “I hope ya’ll didn’t plan this,” you said.

Sam held up his hands, raising his cup in the air. “On my honor as an Airman, I did not plan this.” He walked backwards as he winked at you.

“Until tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Bye, Sam,” you said and rolled your eyes. Even if it was a set up, you didn’t mind. You had a lot of fun.

You entered the booth and sat down. Ariel leaned her hip against the desk and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

“Spill, bitch!”

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Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

Reader thought Sebastian was still the selfish man he was for not being able to come to his own daughter's birthday party. But he surprised her and managed to come after all, confirming his true love for her. However, his arrival wasn't as perfect as she thought and everything went wrong when the true reason of his attendance came to light.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 22/23 (might add more)

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Warning : Fluff, non vulgar smut, angst

Word count : 12.1k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fanfic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it here.

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Chapter 22 - Just Give Me A Reason

Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough Just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts We're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

Just Give Me A Reason - Pink

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La Venta Dr, Poway, California - July 13th 2023 - 3 pm

Time seemed to stop as she gazed at him. Nothing and no one seemed to matter but him. The man whom she had never stopped loving since the first time she laid eyes on him 22 years ago. She should have known, she should have guessed. He really was the one for her. He really was the love of her life. He really did love her and him being there proved that.

She forgot that there were a lot of people around them. She put her cellphone in her pocket and immediately ran to him. He stood up after setting Starlene down gently on the grass. He smiled at her and opened his arms wide for her.

She jumped into his arms like a caught fish that was out of the water and somehow found its way back into the water. He was her life, he was her oxygen, and she didn't know how she could've lived without him for all this time.

Her arms looped around his neck and both her legs wrapped around his waist as she buried her face on the crook of his neck. He had his arms around her waist, his nose buried in her hair as they savored the moment of finally being together again.

"You're here.. you're here.. you're really here." she said into his ear, her nose inhaling his signature scent and the usual cologne he wore. Oh how much she missed that about him.

"I'm here.. I'm really here.. sweetheart." He replied gently.

Tears started to pool in her eyes as she leaned back and stared at his smiling face.

"But I thought you had a re-shoot today?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh it's a long story. I'll tell you later." He smiled.

She smiled back and for a moment everything seemed perfect. He leaned closer to her, glancing at her lips, then with a swift movement he captured her lips in his, making her lose her breath.

Home, she was finally home. She would never trade it for anything else. They kissed each other deeply, passionately and for a moment she just let herself drown in him.

"Ahem.." a deep male voice cleared his throat.

They stopped kissing immediately and she jumped down from his arms only to find Anthony Mackie, standing next to them, carrying Starlene in his arms and staring at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You two need to get a room." He snickered.

"Oh Anthony, shut it." Sebastian said, laughing.

"Anthony, how are you?" She asked, her face reddened as she gave Anthony a hug.

"Much better now that we're here. I'm getting sick of hearing him moping about how you don't love him anymore." He chuckled.

"Anthony!" Sebastian scolded him.

She laughed as she heard Anthony.

"Oh but it's true, honey. I was going insane not knowing if you still loved me or not." Sebastian said, pouting at her while his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh Seb. Well, now that you're here I can confidently say that.." she started to say but she stopped as she looked at the figures walking towards them right behind where Anthony was standing.

Her eyes widened as she registered the people walking towards them. Apparently Sebastian had come with his Thunderbolts co-stars. She saw Wyatt Russell, David Harbour, Florence Pugh, Steven Yeun, Olga Kurylenko, Hannah John-Kamen, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Ayo Edebiri and the person with whom she was starstruck the most, Harrison Ford.

"Oh my God, Seb.. you invited them all to come here?!" She exclaimed, her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Uh.. yeah. They were all curious about you and wanted to meet you. And Harrison wanted to meet your dad." He chuckled.

"What have you been telling them about me?" She asked in suspicion.

"Oh nothing.. just that you're the most amazing woman in the world." He winked then gave her a kiss on her temple.

"Oh Seb." She said as she felt warmth crawling from her neck up to her face.

Each of Sebastian's co-stars took turns to shake her hand and Sebastian's mother's hand. It didn't take long for her father to realize they were there and he was so ecstatic to get to meet Harrison in person.

Eventually the party turned into a sudden meet and greet session as each of the party guests took turns to talk and take pictures with all of Sebastian's co-stars. But the most popular celebrity was of course Elmo AKA Sebastian. He took turns taking pictures with everyone in his complete Elmo costume as well as without the top part, delighting everyone.

It wasn't until Diane brought out some cupcakes and snacks that the crowd dispersed and everyone started to gather in smaller groups, chatting and enjoying the food.

Sebastian - who finally took off his Elmo costume because it made him sweat like a pig - and her were talking with Harrison Ford and her dad when Florence Pugh approached them.

"Excuse me.. sorry.. Sebastian, are we still going to do the thing we practiced before?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh..umm.." Sebastian looked back towards Y/n, doubt in his eyes.

"Maybe we don't have to." He finally answered.

"Are you sure? I'd hate to waste that much time practicing only to find that we don't end up doing it." She said, the corners of her mouth turned downwards into a frown.

"Oh.. Flo.." He sighed.

"What are you guys talking about? What did you practice doing?" Y/n asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Uh.. nothing." Sebastian quickly replied.

"Oh c'mon, Sebastian. I already brought my guitar!" Florence pleaded.

"Guitar? Have you been practicing singing or something?" Y/n asked in delight.

"Uh.. yeah. I thought you might still be angry at me so I planned on singing something for you. Flo offered to help me in playing the guitar and be the backup singer." He said, his cheeks reddened.

"Oh my God, really? Well then I want to see it!" She said.

"You're gonna love it! We practiced singing four songs! It's gonna be a mash up!" Florence said excitedly.

"Well now I want to see it too!" Harrison chimed in.

"Yeah, come on son! We all want to see it!" Y/n's father piped up as he clapped Sebastian's shoulder in encouragement.

"Please Iubirea mea. I won't laugh at you. I promise." Y/n said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Oh alright. Since everyone seems to want to see me make a fool of myself. Fine." Sebastian said, making everyone laugh.

"Oh you're gonna be great. Don't be so humble." Florence scolded him.

"Now come on!" She said as she beckoned for him to come with her.

"Alright.. alright.." Sebastian nodded and he was met with enthusiastic whoops and cheers from Y/n, her father and Harrison.

Moments later he sat on a stool with Florence next to him on the make shift stage they had set up on the front porch. Florence had her guitar with her and she was tuning it while Sebastian took the time to speak to the guests.

"Hello everyone, good afternoon." He smiled.

"So, I.. uh.. have prepared a little performance for my beautiful wife." He said slowly as he gazed at her while everyone clapped and cheered.

"I wasn't going to do it because.. well.. honestly.. I'm not that good of a singer." He said but he was cut off.

"Oh bull..!" Anthony Mackie exclaimed out loud, making everyone laugh.

"Anyway, Florence talked me into it and my wife said she wouldn't laugh at me.. so.." he said and everyone laughed again.

She really loved this side of him. He really was a natural performer. He was just too shy and too humble sometimes.

"This is for you my beautiful queen." He said and he winked at her, making her heart skipped a beat.

Everyone clapped and cheered and a moment later the guests quieted down as Florence started to strum the first few notes of the song.

Y/n's heart did somersaults as she realized what song he was going to sing first. Yes, she usually heard the song in its original form and not the acoustic version, but she recognized the song anyway.

Summer came and left without a warning All at once I looked and you were gone And now you're looking back at me Searching for a way that we can be like we were before

He was singing Endless Summer Nights by Richard Marx! The memorable song that they danced to the night he first told her about how he felt about her. She closed her mouth with her hand as she felt a tear dropped from her eyes. He could be so romantic. Her heart swelled looking at him as he continued to sing.

Now I'm back to what I knew before you Somehow the city doesn't look the same I'd give my life for one more night Of having you here to hold me tight; oh, please Take me there again Oh, oh

Suddenly Florence changed the keys and added some more notes to the song and she ended up playing a different song. This must be the second song, she thought in awe.

And I swear

If you come back in my life I'll be there till the end of time Oh yeah (back to me, back to me, back into my life) And I swear I'll keep you right by my side 'Cause baby you're the one I want Oh yes you are (back to me, back to me, back into my life)

He was singing If You Come Back by Blue. She shook her head in awe and disbelief. Somehow the song fit perfectly both in lyrics and melody with the first song. Florence and Sebastian really did a good job.

I watched you go Takin' my heart with you, oh yes you did Every time I try to reach you on the phone Baby you're never there, girl you're never home

So if I did something wrong please tell me I want to understand 'Cause I don't want this love to ever end

Sebastian looked at her intently as he sang this part and she knew how sorry he was about what happened between them.

Once again Florence added some additional melody and the song progressed into a third song and everyone cheered. She felt tears streaming down her face as she figured out the next song he was singing. It was If You're Not The One by Daniel Bedingfield.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away And I breathe you into my heart and Pray for the strength to stand today 'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right And though I can't be with you tonight You know my heart is by your side

He gazed at her intently when singing this part and she could feel the pain behind the words. She missed him terribly as well and all she wanted was just to go up there and hug him and tell him she missed him too.

Florence added more progression after this part and she strummed the notes for the next song. When she realized what the next song was, she felt her heart beat so fast and tears continued to stream down her face. The song was I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz.

And I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up

'Cause even the stars, they burn Some even fall to the earth We got a lot to learn God knows we're worth it No, I won't give up

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake

And in the end you're still my friend, at least we did intend For us to work, we didn't break, we didn't burn We had to learn how to bend, without the world caving in I had to learn what I got and what I'm not And who I am

She cried as she heard him sing this part. How so very true to their situation the lyrics were. She couldn't helped but be touched so deeply by them.

I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up I'm still looking up

She clapped hard as Sebastian and Florence finally finished performing the mash up. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood up and gave them a standing ovation and everyone else followed suit.

He sang that he won't give up and she won't either. He loved her with all his heart and she loved him too. So she went to the stage and without caring that everyone were staring at them, she sat on his lap and hugged him tight, startling him.

It felt as if there were only the two of them in the world as they embraced each other tight while everyone cheered around them.

"I love you Sebastian Stan." She whispered into his ear.

"I love you more my love, my sweet Y/n Stan." He whispered back, making her smile.

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She thought everything was perfect that day as she watched him play with Starlene on the bouncy castle. But she should have known that nothing in the world was perfect and that day was no exception.

She was sitting on the front porch, sipping an iced tea when Florence sat next to her, bringing a glass of iced tea herself.

"Mmm.. this is so good. What did you put in it?" Florence asked after she took a sip.

"It's peach tea. It's sweet and refreshing isn't it?" She turned to look at Florence and smiled.

"It is. I usually just go for Jasmine or green tea. But I like this one too." She smiled.

"Oh I love Jasmine and green tea too. But I figured I should serve something different today." She responded.

"And I love everything you've served. The food was all yummy. The cupcakes especially. I love the chocolate one." Florence commented.

"Oh yeah. My stepmom made the cupcakes. She used to work at a bakery and I just absolutely love her cupcakes!" She gushed.

"Oh that explains it! I thought they weren't home made. They seemed professionally baked."

She smiled. "They were. We used a high end mixer and she has this special oven to bake them in that is the same brand as the one in the bakery she used to work in."

"Well that explains it even more." Florence chuckled.

"Anyway, your husband is one of a kind. You're really lucky." She continued.

"Oh thank you. Yeah, he can be such a romantic." She smiled again proudly.

"He never stops talking about his daughter and you when we're on set. Starlene this Starlene that, or Y/n this Y/n that. In the end everyone was dying to meet you and Starlene." Florence chuckled and she couldn't help but felt her heart swell at her words.

"I mean, we all hate that the writer's strike happened so that we had to quit production. But if it weren't for the strike we wouldn't be here." Florence continued.

"What? Writer's strike?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah. Since the script for Thunderbolts evolves on set, you know Jake sometimes want to add or take away things and we sometimes do some improvs on set. But because of the writer's strike we can't do that anymore." Florence explained.

"Don't get me wrong. I support the writers with all my heart. They deserve fair pay and all that. But I hate that the strike disrupts production. I mean, now I have to keep being in shape for some extra months." Florence laughed.

She laughed along with her but she couldn't keep away the feeling of annoyance in her heart. The writer's strike? So that's the real reason why he could come today and not because of her or Starlene? She thought bitterly as the realization hit her.

She looked back towards Sebastian who was accompanying Starlene play on the slide on the bouncy castle and was startled at how quickly her feelings towards him change.

She now looked at him with a frown on her face and a heavy feeling in her heart as anger slowly seeped into her heart, turning the perfect day into another bad day.

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It was 8 at night when everyone finally went home. Her dad's house was finally quiet. Only Shannon and Sebastian's mother stayed behind to help her and her family clean up. Starlene was already sleeping so she could help clean up as well.

She picked up a large trash bag and went to the front lawn and started picking up some trash from the ground. Suddenly she felt a warm body hugging her from behind, making her jumped in surprise.

"Seb! You scared me!" She yelled as she turned around and saw Sebastian's smiling face so close to hers.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I've missed you." He said as he started kissing her neck gently.

"Seb.. stop it." She pushed him away and started to pick up some trash again.

"Honey, just leave all the trash for the others to clean up. Let's just go to our room and catch up." He winked.

As much as she missed him and longed for him, she was still annoyed at him. If what Florence said was true, that Thunderbolts production had been halted because of the strike, that meant he came today not because of her or Starlene, but because of the strike. And that thought angered her so much.

"No." She only managed to say as she continued to pick up the trash.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked as he started to help her pick up the trash.

"Nothing." She replied. She wasn't in the mood to talk about it. She was angry at him but she didn't want to start up a fight outside where everyone could hear them.

"Okay. I'll help you clean up then maybe we can take a shower together?" He asked again with a twinkle in his eyes.

"No thanks, Seb." She replied coldly.

Sebastian seemed to notice her change of mood but he decided not to mention it again.

"You know what this reminds me of?" He asked as he picked up a plastic cup and put it into the trash bag.

"What?"

"That time you stayed back and helped me clean up my house after that party where the cops came." He chuckled.

She couldn't help but smile a little at the memory.

"I remember I told you that it would be a great story to tell our grandchildren one day." He reminisced.

"I didn't think we would potentially have the same grandchildren." He chuckled and she couldn't help but smile a little.

"And I remember.. kissing you for the very first time that day. Do you remember?" He continued.

She paused her movement as she remembered the event again. How could she forget? The memory was etched in her mind like a carving to a rock.

"Yeah." She replied, trying hard to erase the memory from her mind. She wasn't going to let nostalgia make her forget that she was angry at him.

"I felt it back then. How perfect it was. How it felt like home." He said gently.

His words were threatening to melt her heart and it was so hard to stay angry at him.

"But, I was still with Stephanie and you were still with Michael. You have no idea how conflicted I was when I knew you broke up with Michael." He chuckled.

Stephanie. The mention of her name returned the anger back into her heart in full force.

She didn't say anything back at him but just continued walking around the front lawn, picking up trash after trash with Sebastian following her like a lost puppy.

"Sweetheart, clearly something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked gently as he reached out and touched her hand. But she jerked her hand back from him and didn't say a thing.

"Well.. whatever it was that I did.. or said.. I'm sorry, sweetheart, I really am." He said as he put his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away and turned her back on him.

She wasn't sure what triggered it, but her chest felt heavy with anger and her whole body ached as swirls of disappointment and anger consumed her heart.

She finally decided to ask him about it.

She turned around and looked up at him. He was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed full of concern and she could see a slight fear in there.

"Seb, tell me why you're here." She said coldly.

"What? I'm.. I'm here for Starlene's birthday. I want to be here for her.. and for you." He said as he stepped closer to her and placed his right hand on her left cheek.

"Don't lie to me, Seb. Florence told me about it. If it weren't for the writer's strike you wouldn't have been here, would you?" She accused him, staring at him with anger in her eyes.

"Oh honey.. I would have been here too, but.. but maybe two days late." He grimaced.

"I knew it!" She yelled as she took a step back from him and he reluctantly dropped his hand from her cheek.

"Honey, the important thing is that I'm here. I'm here and I came on time for Starlene's birthday." He protested.

"Yeah well that means you still prioritized your job over your family!"

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry but it's Marvel and Harrison Ford we're talking about. I told you I tried to ask for a reschedule but I couldn't. It's a miracle the writer's strike starts today so that I can be here with you. Can't you just focus on that?" He pleaded.

"Seb, you don't get it, do you?" She asked in disbelief. How could he be so thick headed? She thought in frustration.

"Get what, honey?" He asked.

"I just want you to prioritize me or Starlene over your job for just one g*****n time! Is that so hard to do?!"

"Oh sweetheart.. I'm sorry.. I promise.. next time I will prioritize you and Starlene." He said as he took a step closer to her but she was so angry at him that she walked away from him while still picking up trash and throwing them into the trash bag.

"Honey. I'm sorry.." he pleaded as he started to follow her.

"Just leave me alone, Seb." She replied, refusing to look at him.

He sighed. "Okay. I'll be in our room." And with that he slowly turned around, leaving her with her negative thoughts alone.

Ugh! She thought he had changed. She thought he had realized what it was that she needed from him. But he could be so stupid at times!

Yes, she was happy that he managed to come at the right time for Starlene's birthday. But she wished that he had done it by his own will and not because he had no other choice. What was she to him? Just an option he took if there's nothing else available?

His job was still number one for him. There was nothing that could change that for him, she realized. Not even the threat of getting a divorce from her.

Her heart ached as the realization dawned in her. She couldn't help but be reminded again of all the bad things that have been happening to them since the start of their relationship.

As much as she hated to admit it, it really seemed as if they weren't meant to be.

She felt a tear dropped from her eyes.

No, no, Shannon and her mother-in-law were still in the house. She shouldn't cry. She didn't want to make them worry about her or think bad things about her.

So she wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. She should focus on the task at hand first. Then she would decide on what to do later on.

Just when she was done cleaning the front lawn Sebastian came out and stopped in front of her.

"Honey, I'm going to take mom and Shannon to the hotel. I asked to borrow your dad's car and he gave me his permission." Sebastian said, a slight fear and apprehension still filled his eyes.

"Okay." She nodded.

"I'll be back in like an hour, okay?" He said.

"Yeah. Do whatever you want. Don't bother to come back if you don't want to. Go back to Atlanta or New York if you want, where your jobs are. I don't care." She snapped and she could immediately see the pain her words caused him on his face.

"Sweetheart.. we'll talk later. Okay?" He said while she just stared at him in anger.

He sighed then turned around.

She wasn't sure what had gotten into her. But all she could feel was anger and disappointment at him. All the feelings of love and longing for him were just gone like a puff of smoke.

She tried to bury all the anger she felt as she saw her mother-in-law and Shannon came out from the house and walked towards her.

"Y/n dear, I have to get back to the hotel. My my knees are aching." Sebastian's mother approached her with a grimace on her face.

"Thank you so much for coming Mrs.Frank. And thank you so much for all your help. I hope you'll feel better soon." she smiled at her.

"Oh it's my pleasure, dear. I wouldn't miss my only grandchild's birthday." She said as she embraced her in her arms.

"I'll see you tomorrow, dear." Her mother-in-law said, releasing her hold on her.

"Y/n.. I have to get back to LA tomorrow morning. So, I'll see you when I see you." Shannon said.

"Thank you so much for coming Shannon and for accompanying me the other day." She said as she gave her a hug.

"Oh no problem, Y/n. I had a lot of fun." Shannon smiled as she released herself from her embrace.

Then she watched as they walked away and got into her dad's car with Sebastian already in the driver's seat.

She waved at them as he drove away, feeling a little pang in her heart. Even though she was angry at him she wasn't ready to be separated from him again. Deep in her heart she still missed him. But she couldn't believe that he still didn't change! All the loving words and romance quotes he had conveyed to her meant nothing to her if he didn't come that day because of his own free will.

She sighed as she continued to feel the heaviness of anger in her heart and the ache all over her body.

---

She was lying on the bed an hour later with her right hand slipped underneath the pillow, her eyes fully opened as she stared at the wall. She was contemplating on what to do once Sebastian comes back. She couldn't deny that she still missed him so much but his behavior was unforgivable to her.

She remembered again how in almost all of her romantic relationships her exes always, always chose something or someone else above her. Apparently they left a deep trauma in her heart that she didn't realize she had.

Sebastian was supposed to be the one who finally chose her, who finally prioritized her. And yet, there he was, after only a year, he finally chose something else above her!

What was wrong with her? Was she so worthless that all these men took her for granted and just used her?

The thought hurt her so much and she couldn't help but started to sob.

The door of her room was slowly opened and she could hear gentle footsteps coming into the room.

Sebastian was back, she realized.

She stopped crying and sniffled. She wiped the tears from her eyes and then she felt it. The bed creaked under his weight as he laid on the bed and laid down next to her. She could feel his warm arms around her and his gentle kiss on her temple.

His gesture prompted her to start crying again and she sobbed hard.

"Ssshh.. sweetheart. I'm sorry. I really am. I am the stupidest husband in the world and I'm sorry." He whispered to her ears.

"Ww.. why won't you prioritize me?" She asked in between her sobs.

"Why won't you prioritize Starlene?"

"Oh honey.. I.. I know I have no excuses. I was stupid. I promise you I'll prioritize you both next time."

"Am I so worthless that every f*****g guy I was with chose something or someone else above me? And now you too?" She asked, her voice trembled.

"Honey.. I.. I'm sorry if I make you feel that way. But you're definitely not worthless to me! You're my everything!" He pleaded.

"Words are just words without action, Seb." She responded coldly as she released herself from his embrace and finally turned around.

He stared at her with sadness in his eyes.

"Sweetheart, what can I do to make you see that you.. are.. my everything." He asked as he gently cupped her face between his hands.

She didn't know what came into her. But feeling his warm body so close to hers and staring at his gorgeous face made her forget everything as desire suddenly woke up in her.

She was still angry at him but another side of her wanted him so much, right then and there. She just wanted him to make love to her, make her scream his name into the night and make her heart and body feel whole again after more than a month not being with him.

"Make love to me, Seb. Like I'm the only woman in the world you ever want. Make love to me like I'm the only woman you ever need." She finally said, every syllable that came out of her filled with a desperate need.

His eyes widened and he smiled as desire filled his beautiful eyes.

"Oh sweetheart, you are.. the only.. woman.. I ever want.. and need. No one else.. matters." He said as he kissed her lips gently, once, twice, three times, four times, five times.

And with that he did what he asked her. He made love to her like he had never made love to her before. Every kiss, every caress, every touch to her body was full of love and worship for her as he did what no other man in the world could do to her.

The anger that she somehow still felt for him in her heart heightened her senses and made everything seemed even better. Her disappointment and frustration at him were transmuted so that she was wilder than usual. Which surprised Sebastian.

"Oh honey, this feels so good! Maybe I should make you angry more often." Sebastian commented as they worked together in harmony, trying to reach their peak together.

She slapped his butt playfully and laughed.

"Shut up and just move, mister!" She scolded him and he laughed.

"As you wish, my lady." He smiled and he did just that.

Moments later she felt she was exploding with so much pleasure that she felt like flying. No other feeling was better than this. She thought as she tried to catch her breath, her arms circled around his body as he grunted on top of her.

"I love you so much, my queen." Sebastian finally said breathlessly.

She wasn't sure what got into her but she wasn't able to say it back. The disappointment and anger she felt earlier somehow came back.

"Honey?" Sebastian asked as he seemed to notice that she didn't reply him as quick as she used to.

"I.. I'm sorry, Seb. I'm still angry at you." She said as she pushed him away.

Her heart broke as she saw the pain in his eyes. But she couldn't lie to him. She really was still angry at him. She could feel the heaviness entered her heart again and the ache all over her body. It felt as if the peak his love making gave to her never happened.

He quickly regained his composure and smiled at her.

"Maybe you want a second round?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh Seb. I'm tired. Let's just go to sleep." She said as she scooted a little further from him and turned her back on him.

She could hear him sigh and she felt kind of guilty. But she was still angry at him. She wished he had really come because of his own free will. She couldn't deny that this time the disappointment she felt was so deep and she didn't know how to deal with it yet. Everything just seemed wrong.

"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." He said as she felt his hand touched hers briefly but then he let her go.

"Good night, Seb." She said and she could hear him sigh.

So close and yet so far. That was what she felt between them. After more than a month of being away from him, she thought she would end up sleeping in his arms like she used to. But she couldn't. She couldn't give up and give in to his warm embrace. Not when she was still so emotional.

Feeling tired and exhausted after what she could only think as a day filled with emotional rollercoaster, she finally fell asleep without his arms around her yet again.

---

La Venta Dr, Poway, California - July 14th 2023 - 7 am

She felt his warm arms surrounding her body before she even opened her eyes. Then she felt his gentle kisses on her temple, cheek, and neck. For a moment she forgot where she was as she enjoyed the sensation and gave in to all the feels his kisses gave her. But then the events of yesterday suddenly came flooding back into her mind and her heart felt heavy with anger and disappointment. She thought she could forget them, she thought she could forgive him in the morning. But she couldn't. Not yet.

She opened her eyes, turned around and pushed him away. She looked up and saw disappointment in his eyes but they quickly cleared and he gave her a loving look.

"Good morning, my love." He smiled.

He didn't dare to touch her again it seemed as he just gazed at her in expectation.

"Morning, Seb." She said coldly then she stood up and went to the adjacent bathroom, leaving him hanging.

She could hear him sigh as she walked away and that made her feel kind of guilty. But then again, his behavior really was unforgivable. She thought stubbornly.

She was hoping that taking a shower would make her feel less angry and annoyed at him. But the moment she stepped out of the bathroom and looked at him - who was sitting on the sofa with Starlene in his arms - she felt the anger and annoyance came back in full force.

"Oh look Starlene, mommy is here." Sebastian said as he looked up at her with a smile on his face. But the moment he saw her expression towards him he stopped smiling.

"Mama.. mama.. " Starlene called out and extended her hands towards her.

She picked Starlene up from his lap and sat down next to him as Starlene started snuggling to her chest, wanting to nurse.

"So.. umm.. as you know, my mom is going back to New York tomorrow. I was thinking that maybe we can take her sight seeing today, see what Poway has to offer." Sebastian said slowly as she opened the front of her clothes and let Starlene nurse.

"Okay." She responded.

"Where do you think we should go, honey?" He asked.

"Lake Poway is a must. There's also Potato Chip Rock. But that's not a good place to go for the elderly or young children as it takes an eight mile hike to reach. So I guess Lake Poway is the only option." She replied.

"Well.. Lake Poway it is." He said, trying to sound cheerful about it. But she knew he was just testing the waters to see whether she was still angry at him.

She just nodded then looked down at Starlene, stroking her cheek gently, avoiding his gaze. She could still feel the anger and disappointment in her heart and she just didn't want to see his face for some reason. Seeing him annoyed her greatly. Something she didn't think she would ever feel towards him.

"Sweetheart.. I.. umm.. I want to apologize again about.. about yesterday." He stammered.

"Uh huh."

"I.. I hope you know that you are the love of my life and there's no one else in the world that I love more than you." He said as he reached out and pulled her free hand up and started kissing her knuckles.

"Yeah. But there's something you love more than me. Your job." She responded with venom as she pulled her hand back from his.

"Oh honey. I.. I thought you understand. Acting is not just a job for me. It's my life calling.. it's.. it's like journalism for you. Like being a bookworm for you. It's not a competition for my love for you. My heart belongs only to you and no one else." He pleaded.

"Yet you sacrificed our honeymoon for it." She snapped.

"I'm sorry, honey. How many times do I have to say this? I'm sorry." He pleaded but she noticed that his tone was somewhat annoyed.

"As many times as needed. Everyday if you have to." She snickered.

"Everything that I have done meant nothing to you huh?" He asked, disappointment clear in his voice.

"Well, like I said. Words mean nothing without action, Seb." She snapped yet again.

"What kind of action do you want!? I sang for you! Did you know how long it took for me to practice singing those songs? I bought you and your family many things that you and your family want. And.. and.. did you know how long it took for me to compile all those quotes and get those books? Did you know the amount of effort it took for me to get you tickets for that David Cook concert? Aren't those actions enough for you?!" He protested.

She felt kind of guilty listening to him saying all those things. But on the other hand she was also annoyed that he still didn't get the message.

"Seb.. I didn't ask for you to sing for me. I didn't ask you to buy my family anything. I didn't ask you to buy me flowers or books or send me on a me-time trip. All I asked was for you to prioritize me and Starlene instead of your job, at least just once! I just wanted you to come to Starlene's birthday and prioritize your family for once. Is that so wrong?!" Her voice shook.

"But I came! I even came as Elmo!"

"I didn't ask you to come as Elmo! I wanted you to come because of your own free will and not because you have no other option!" She yelled.

Starlene stopped nursing and started to cry listening to her angry shout.

"Ssshhh.. Starlene. It's okay, I wasn't angry at you." She said as she started to rock Starlene back and forth.

Sebastian stayed quiet as she tried to soothe Starlene. Too quiet for her liking. She wondered what was on his mind.

"I'm gonna go out and prepare some breakfast." He finally said. He stood up and left the room without looking at her.

She sighed. Great. Now he was angry at her it seemed. Fine. If he wanted to be angry at her then she accepted it. She herself was still angry at him. So be it. She thought in annoyance.

For the rest of the day they barely talked to each other. Even though they all went to Lake Poway to have a picnic that day with her mother-in-law, her father and her stepmom, but somehow they managed not to talk much to each other.

That night they slept side by side but with their backs on each other, neither of them willing to stand down and make peace.

She silently cried as she faced the wall. She never felt more lonely in her life. She considered offering peace first to him. But, if she backed down now she was afraid that he wouldn't get the message and would still prioritize his acting job in the future. So, as much as she wanted to make peace with him, she stayed quiet. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to go to sleep.

She could hear him snoring softly behind her. That made her angry again. She thought he would have trouble sleeping like her, yet there he was, sleeping like a baby as if nothing was wrong between them.

Fine. If he could ignore the fight between them and peacefully go to sleep then she can too. She thought in anger.

Unfortunately it took a while but she finally fell asleep, still with the heaviness in her heart and the aches all over her body.

---

La Venta Dr, Poway, California - July 15th 2023 - 8am

She opened her eyes and turned her body to the left, letting her back laid fully down on the bed. She grimaced as her stiff body adjusted to the new position. She glanced to her left, expecting to find Sebastian still sleeping next to her but he wasn't there.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw the empty space next to her. She couldn't believe he would just leave without saying goodbye.

Her mind started to go into panic mode. What if he really left without saying goodbye? As much as she was angry at him, she would still be devastated if he left just like that.

Her mind was in turmoil when she heard the sound of the flush from the toilet.

She released the breath she didn't realize she was holding as she found out that Sebastian must be in the bathroom.

She turned to her right again, pretending to still be asleep as her heart pounded hard in her chest, wondering what Sebastian was going to do.

Moments later she heard the bathroom door being opened then she could hear his light footsteps on the floor. Then she felt the bed creak as he sat on the bed.

"Y/n.. wake up." He said, shaking her body gently.

He didn't even call her with sweetheart or honey like he used to, she thought sadly. He must still be angry at her.

She turned around slowly and opened her eyes. She found him looking at her, his face stone like, unreadable to her.

"Hmm.." she mumbled, pretending that she just woke up.

"I.. I'm going back to New York with my mom today. I feel I need to accompany her. You know she has some problems with her knees. I think it's best that I come with her." He said.

"Oh.. okay." She said as she sat up. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she digested the information he gave her. He really was leaving her. Her heart broke as she realized what she had done to their relationship. Maybe she should forgive him.

"You can come with us if you want. But if not then that's okay. I'll come back in a few days." He said.

Well, he was coming back in a few days. No need to give up so soon. She quickly changed her mind.

"Seb, I'm sorry but think I need to stay here for a little while." She responded.

For a second she felt like she saw pain in his eyes. But then they cleared and his eyes betrayed nothing.

"Okay. Then I'll come back in a few days. Unless.. unless you don't want me to?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

"It's up to you." She replied and he just nodded in response.

Then he stood up and left the room, leaving her feeling a great turmoil in her heart.

On the one hand she wanted to come with him and go back to their home. Even though she was comfortable in Poway, New York was still her home. But on the other hand she was still kind of angry at him and still wanted to see whether he understood what she wanted from him.

As much as she loved him, she needed him to prioritize her and Starlene. No amount of romantic gesture was enough for her if he didn't prioritize his family over his job. He should realize that.

Armed with that thought in her mind, she stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She still felt the anger and disappointment in her heart and feeling the aches all over her body. She hoped taking a shower would help make the feelings go away.

---

The day went by so fast and before she knew it, it was time for Sebastian and his mother to leave. They were standing on the front porch saying their goodbye as a taxi waited to take Sebastian and his mother to San Diego airport. She carried Starlene in her arms as she stood. Her eyes studied his carefully but his eyes betrayed nothing. He still had the cold statue like expression on his face and that made her sad.

"I'll see you in a few days." Sebastian said as he gave her a brief hug. Then he leaned down and kissed Starlene's forehead.

"Dada.." Starlene said, extending her hand towards him.

"Yes, Starlene dear. I'm sorry I have to go again. But if your mommy wanted to you could have come with me. Unfortunately she still doesn't want to come. So, be a good girl and I'll see you soon, okay?" Sebastian said and he gave her more kisses, on both her cheeks this time.

She sighed as she listened to him. He was still annoyed at her and she was too at him.

He avoided looking at her and stepped back to allow his mother to talk to her.

His mother gave her a warm and long hug as she whispered some words into her ear.

"Please don't be so hard on him. He loves you so much despite everything."

She felt her eyes prickling at her words but she shouldn't cry. If she cried it would change things and she might just end up following him, which she doesn't want to do just yet.

"I'm sorry Mrs.Frank." she whispered back.

"Come back to New York soon, dear." She said as she released her from her embrace.

"I.. I will." She nodded as his mother placed her hand on the side of her face and smiled at her.

"Starlene dear, grandma is going to miss you." His mother said, dropping her hand from her face and leaned close to Starlene. Then she gave Starlene a noisy kiss on her cheek.

"Ma.. ma.." Starlene said, putting her hand on her grandmother's cheek.

"Yes, grandma, I'm your grandma." She smiled as she pinched Starlene's cheek gently.

"Next time I see you I think you'll be able to call me properly." His mother said.

"I'm sure she will." She smiled.

And with that his mother turned around and they soon left in the taxi, leaving her feeling hollow inside.

She watched as the taxi took a right turn on the intersection not far from her father's house and was finally gone from her sight.

For the rest of the day she continued to feel the hollow feeling in her chest, like something wasn't right. Deep in her heart she knew she was supposed to have come with him. But her pride and ego got in the way. She still couldn't forgive him for what he had done despite all the romantic gestures he had done for her. She hoped he eventually understood what she wanted and next time there was a conflict between his job or his family he could choose the correct one.

She was washing the dishes that night after dinner when her father approached her.

"Y/n dear.. I'm sorry but, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked.

"Yeah sure dad." She nodded as she cleaned a plate with a sponge.

"I couldn't help but notice that you're still angry at Sebastian." He started.

"Uh huh." She responded.

"Do you mind telling me why?"

She sighed and quickly rinsed the plate in her hand with some water then put it on a drying rack.

"Well, he still didn't prioritize me or Starlene, dad. The reason he could come to Starlene's birthday was because there was a writer's strike so that production on Thunderbolts was halted. He came because he didn't have a choice and not because he wanted to." She said bitterly as she wiped her hand with a cloth.

"Oh Y/n dear.. I know that must be disappointing for you. But, I saw the effort he had done trying to win your heart back and what he had done was nothing short of amazing! I've never seen someone so dedicated like that." His father gushed.

"But I didn't ask him to do all those things, dad! I just wanted him to prioritize me or Starlene over his job, just once! And he still wouldn't do it!" She said, throwing the cloth in her hand onto the kitchen table in frustration.

"Y/n dear, I'm sure he had tried his best to reschedule but he's working with Marvel. I mean, that's a whole different beast. You should understand that."

"I.. I know. I just.. I don't know why, but I just feel so hurt and betrayed."

She walked away from the sink and took a nearby chair by the dining table. Her father followed her and sat in front of her.

"I'm sure you do. But personally, after seeing all the things he had done for you, I think it's best that you forgive him and move on. It's not good holding on to a grudge like this for far too long. Especially to your own husband."

"I.. I know, dad. But I don't know, part of me is still unsure about us. He lives such a different life from me with all the traveling around the world to shoot movies and stuff. I.. I sometimes still feel jealous of his co-stars. As much as I hate to admit it."

"Oh Y/n, after what he had done for you I think you have nothing to worry about. I mean, he has like four gorgeous female co-stars in Thunderbolts but the only woman he has eyes for is you. I could clearly see it during Starlene's birthday."

"Really, dad?" She asked, her face reddened a little.

"Yes, really. I'm a man, dear, and sometimes when you're a man and surrounded with beautiful women you can't help but.. how do I say this.. admire them. You know. But throughout the birthday party his eyes almost never left you."

Her heart swelled a little as she heard what her father had to say. But then her stubborn mind took over again.

"But if he feels that way about me, why wouldn't he prioritize me?" She said with a frown on her face.

"His job is always number one for him, dad. I mean, the only time he prioritized me was when I was sick with covid and pregnant with Starlene. Do I need to get into an accident or something to finally get him to prioritize me again?!" She said in frustration.

"Oh dear, please don't say that. I'm sure next time he will prioritize you and Starlene."

She sighed. "I hope so too, Dad. I.. I just can't stop thinking that maybe.. maybe we're just not meant to be together."

"Oh, what makes you think like that, dear?" Her father asked, his eyebrows raised.

"If I look back towards the start of our relationship, I realized that we started off with a rocky start. The whole PR relationship with Ana, then me getting covid, Ana trying to kill us, then the whole fiasco that happened during our wedding. And I've told you everything that had happened during our honeymoon. It's like our relationship is a symbol of bad luck or something."

"Oh Y/n dear, there is no such thing."

"I thought so too, dad. But then, I saw him in his suit before the wedding! We also got married on a Saturday! And then.. his mother gave me a bracelet to wear during the wedding which supposed to symbolize good luck. But her own first marriage fell apart. I just can't help but feel that maybe we'll end up like his mom and his dad." She rambled. Her eyes started to prickle at the painful thought.

"Y/n dear, let me tell you a story that might change your mind." Her father smiled.

"Oh. What story, dad?" She asked as she blinked several times trying to stop herself from crying.

"Forty two years ago I was at Christ Church New Brunswick about to be married to your mother. I was in my dressing room, already in a complete suit. The ceremony was going to happen in half an hour but I got the sudden urge to go to the bathroom." He said.

"Oh okay." She nodded, intrigued.

"I didn't know where the bathroom was. My best man, Jeff, was useless as he didn't know his way around the church either. So I wandered around trying to find the bathroom and I opened one door and.. there she was.. your mother, standing in the middle of the room, looking so beautiful and ethereal in her white dress. I felt like looking at an angel." Her father said and he sniffled. She couldn't help but feeling like she was going to start crying too.

"Anyway, she smiled as she saw me but her bridesmaids and your grandmother quickly closed the door so I couldn't see her again. Your grandmother was so angry at me and even after months of being married to your mother she still mentioned the incident and kept reminding us of the possibility of our marriage falling apart. We understood where she was coming from but we were so in love and we felt like it would never happen. Until we experienced our first big fight. I don't even remember what triggered it. But your mother was so emotional for days and I felt like nothing I did to her was right. She kept getting angry at me over small things and crying for no reason at all. I felt like going insane myself and thought that the superstitions were true. Our marriage was falling apart." He sighed as the memory seemed to affect him.

"What happened then, dad?" She asked curiously.

"Well, it turned out your mother was pregnant with you." He smiled and put his hand on the side of her face gently.

"Oh dad." She could only say as tears fell from both their eyes.

"She was so emotional because she was having mood swings from the pregnancy." He chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Oh, right." She said, wiping the tears from her eyes too.

Suddenly something seemed to click in her mind. She also felt so emotional for the past couple of days. She thought it was because she really was angry at him. After all, she had a perfectly valid reason to be angry at him. But then again, when she thought about it, her reactions had been too much at times. Could it be that she was pregnant?

Her mind silently calculated and she realized that she had skipped a period. She should have gotten it a month ago but it didn't show! She thought it was just her hormones who were still going out of whack because she was still nursing Starlene. But apparently a pregnancy could explain the absence of her period too.

"Well my dear, you know very well that our marriage stood the test of time until her last breath. So, I beg you not to believe in superstitions. You and Sebastian are meant to be together. Trust me." He said as he stared at her with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Thanks dad. Thank you so much for the story. And umm.. I just realize that.. I might be pregnant too.. " she said sheepishly.

"Oh my God, that's so amazing, dear!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"I know, dad." She smiled. "I need to get a pregnancy test."

"Well, let me drive you to the drug store downtown. They're open 24 hours. You should be able to get some there." Her father said.

"Okay, thank you so much, dad." She smiled.

He leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead then hugged her tight.

"Everything is going to be okay my dear." He said as he rubbed her back gently.

"Thank you so much dad." She closed her eyes and in her father's embrace she finally felt like everything made sense. There was no need to believe in superstitions anymore. She and Sebastian were meant to be together. And even though he might be so thick headed at times, she knew how much he loved her. She should focus on that and stop being angry at him. And now the most important thing that she should do was to get that pregnancy test.

"Okay, let's go dear and find out if I'm going to be a grandpa again." He said as he released her from his embrace.

She smiled and they stood up. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as the potential of being pregnant again became the only thing in her mind.

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An hour later she sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at two pregnancy tests she had peed on minutes before. Her father and stepmom sat next to her with her in the middle. Both of them held her hands tight.

Her heart pounded so hard in her chest as she stared at the small windows on the tests that would show the result of the test. Slowly but surely she could see two red lines in the result window of both tests.

Her heart soared as she saw the results and she felt tears streaming down her face as she was hugged tightly by her father and stepmom.

"Congratulations my dear." Her father said, squeezing her body tight.

"Thank you, dad." She sniffled.

"Congratulations dear. So happy that I'm going to be a grandma again!" Diane said as she took turns to give her a tight hug.

"Thank you, Diane." She smiled as tears continued to stream down her face.

She couldn't believe that she was pregnant again! She was going to be a mother again! The thought made her feel both, happy and scared.

"You should tell Sebastian immediately." Her father advised.

"Uh.. yeah. I want to let him know in person." She smiled as she wiped the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, you're going back to New York?" Her father asked.

"Yes, as soon as I can." She nodded.

"Oh I'm so happy to hear that my dear. He's going to be so ecstatic about it." Her father smiled.

"I'm sure he will." She smiled.

Unfortunately going back to New York wasn't as simple as she had thought. All of the flights from San Diego to New York for the next two days had been fully booked. So she was forced to book a flight that would leave in three days.

She wanted to tell him as soon as possible about her pregnancy. But she had no other choice other than to wait. She didn't want to tell him over the phone. She wanted to surprise him. She wanted it to be a whole event because she didn't get the same chance when she was pregnant with Starlene. He found out from someone else and she didn't want that to happen again.

Planning the surprise for him meant that she needed to make sure he wasn't going to come back to Poway before her scheduled flight. Luck was on her side this time because it turned out he had a meeting with Steven Spielberg and Ric Flair. The meeting was scheduled to happen the next week in New York, so her plans to surprise him could still be done, much to her relief.

Her father and stepmom had advised her to go to the gynecologist to confirm her pregnancy, especially since there were some issues with her first pregnancy, but she refused. She wanted to go with Sebastian. He missed the first five months of her pregnancy with Starlene, so this time she wanted to involve him since the very beginning.

Since she had several days to prepare, she decided to do something special to break the news to him. She bought a T-shirt that said "I'm gonna be a mom again". She also bought a T-shirt for Starlene that said "I'm gonna be a big sister". She planned on wearing the T-shirt and have Starlene wear hers so that he could see them when he opened the door of their home. She of course bought him a matching T-shirt that said "I'm gonna be a dad again". She also kept the two pregnancy tests and decided to put them into a special frame.

Despite feeling happy about her pregnancy she also felt kind of sad. Ever since he left with his mother he had not called her at all. He just texted her saying he had arrived in New York safely. After that he just texted her daily but in his messages he just asked how Starlene and her father was. He didn't ask about her at all. He didn't say the usual I love you or I miss you.

She couldn't deny that his behavior towards her broke her heart. He was still angry at her and it frustrated her. But she didn't want to apologize to him yet. She wanted to surprise him and apologize to him in person. She had even prepared a whole speech for him in which she took out some words and quotes from the books he had sent her.

Even though Sebastian clearly prioritized his job over her again, this time she didn't mind. But she of course didn't show it to Sebastian. She pretended to still be angry at him about it and that seemed to make him even angrier that the messages he sent to her became less and less everyday.

Under normal circumstances she would have been devastated at how he had behaved towards her. But knowing that she had an amazing news to share with him kept her going. She also realized with two babies to take care of she needed to take care of herself especially her mental health. So she took some time to meditate everyday before she went and do her daily activities. It seemed to really help her get through each day, especially in keeping her emotions in check.

The days until her scheduled flight to New York seemed to go by in a snail's pace. She couldn't wait to go. She couldn't wait to break the news to him and see his reaction to it. And the day finally came.

She stepped out of the New York JFK airport around 3 in the afternoon, carrying Starlene in a baby carrier in front of her. Her right hand pulled her suitcase, her left hand carried Starlene's diaper bag while her handbag hung around her right shoulder.

She hailed a taxi and thankfully it didn't take long for her to get one. The driver helped put her suitcase in the trunk then she hopped into the taxi with Starlene still in her arms.

She looked out the window as the taxi left the curb and they entered the highway. Soon she could see the tall buildings and skyscrapers dotting the New York skyline. Home. She was finally home.

Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she recited again in her mind the apology speech she was going to say to him. She decided to tell him about the pregnancy afterwards. So she had put on a cardigan to cover the T-shirt she was wearing and she put one on Starlene too.

Her mind continued to run through the scenario that she had planned. She couldn't help but smile as she thought of how he would react. She expected nothing less than him picking her up from the floor, carrying her in a circle and then put her down on the floor again only to give her the most heartfelt and passionate kiss ever.

She glanced at her watch and it was almost 4 in the afternoon when the taxi finally drove into Soho where their apartment was located.

She hoped he was home. She really wanted to surprise him so she didn't contact him at all that day. Well, even if he wasn't home she did have the keys to their apartment. If he wasn't home she could probably give him a better surprise. She even thought of ordering some pizza from Rubirosa to celebrate.

The taxi finally pulled up in front of their apartment. She stepped out of the taxi with her heart racing wildly in her chest.

This is it. She thought as she stood on the sidewalk with Starlene safe in her carrier in front of her and all her belongings safe next to her.

She took a deep breath and entered the apartment. Their unit was on the third floor so she took the elevator to get there.

For the first time ever she noticed that the elevator was moving rather slowly. She clicked her tongue impatiently as the elevator ascended, taking her closer to the love of her life.

Finally the elevator stopped and she heard the usual ding as it stopped. She stepped out and turned right to where their unit was located.

The door of their unit was curiously opened a little. Signifying that he was home. Her heart did somersaults in her chest as she continued to approach the door.

She slowly pushed the door open and smiled wide as she saw him standing in the middle of the living room. But her smile changed quickly and her jaw dropped as she saw the scene in front of her.

Sebastian was hugging a woman. A woman with long blonde hair.

Stephanie. He was hugging Stephanie!?

She felt her heart crushed and destroyed into pieces as she registered the sight in front of her. Everything seemed to go by in slow motion as Sebastian saw her and released Stephanie from his embrace.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed out loud.

No! This couldn't be happening! She spent all this time worrying how he was still angry at her, planning to apologize to him and bring him the news of their second child, but all this time he had been with Stephanie?!

She felt tears streaming down her face as she quickly turned around and ran back towards the elevator, leaving all her belongings behind and only carrying Starlene and her handbag with her.

"Y/n! Wait! Please stop!" Sebastian shouted after her but she ignored him.

She couldn't look at him. No, she couldn't deal with him now. The anguish was too great. The pain in her heart was so unbearable. The only thing she needed was to get away from him. So she continued to run.

She knew the elevator was going to arrive slowly. So she went to the stairs and ran down towards the ground floor with Sebastian still hot on her heels.

"Honey, please stop! I can explain!" He pleaded as they continued to run down the stairs.

"Get away from me Seb! Leave me alone!" She yelled as they finally arrived on the ground floor and she pushed the door of the entrance to their apartment with a bang.

Somehow the taxi that she took to get from the airport to their apartment was still there. So she quickly opened the door, got inside and slammed the door shut.

As soon as she was in she jumped in surprise as Sebastian banged the door of the taxi repeatedly.

"Y/n, please don't go! I can explain! Please! It's not as bad as it seems!" He shouted. His face looked at hers from behind the window, panic and anxiety in his eyes.

She shook her head as tears continued to stream down her cheek, blurring her vision. She locked the door and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Y/n! Please! Open the door! Please!" He continued to beg but in her mind there was no going back. This was it. Their marriage was over. Somehow she was going to end up being a single mother to two children. Something she never thought she would experience.

She never thought Sebastian was that kind of person. She never thought he had the heart to hurt and betray her like this. But then he was just human. She should have known that true love doesn't exist, soulmates don't exist, and that in the end all everyone could think about was their own happiness.

All the loving words he had conveyed to her were just words. The songs he had sang to her were just songs. And the flowers he had thoughtfully given to her were nothing but just flowers. All of them meant nothing. All of them symbolized lies. Lies that she had bought hook, line and sinker.

Her initial feeling that they weren't meant to be was right. And the superstitions were true. Their marriage ended up falling apart. Despite the story her father had told her, her own marriage was still falling apart. She felt numb inside as the realization hit her.

"Excuse me ma'am? Where would you like to go?" The taxi driver turned around and asked, snapping her out of the depths of misery in her mind.

"Oh. Airport please, JFK." She said. The taxi driver nodded.

"Y/n! Please! Open the door and let me in!" Sebastian continued to beg as he tried desperately to open the door.

She turned to face him again and just shook her head. She could see tears started to fall from his eyes. The sight broke her heart and a tear fell from her eyes too.

"Y/n!" He called out to her one last time as the taxi driver pulled away from the curb and quickly left him standing alone.

But she underestimated what he could do when he was pushed. He continued to chase her down the street and banged the door of the taxi.

"Stop! Y/n, please!" He continued to shout while running next to the taxi.

"Ma'am?" The taxi driver asked as he slowed the taxi down.

"Just go quickly, please." She instructed as she ripped her gaze away from him and the taxi driver nodded.

The taxi driver stepped on the gas as they reached an intersection with Sebastian somehow still running by their side.

"Y/n! Stop! Please!" He continued to run following her and the taxi but the taxi became too fast for him to follow that he ended up running behind them.

She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Sebastian still running fast chasing them.

It all seemed to happen really fast but one second she saw him through the rearview mirror still running behind them and the next second she heard the sound of a loud bang, the screech of tires on the street and he was gone from her sight.

Chapter 23 >

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